#steal my ideas i steal your sinuses
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E.T.L.C. (Extra Terrestrial Love and Care) {@sicktember}
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Ships: Don Dogoier/Ahim de Famille/Joe Gibken/Ikari Gai/Captain Marvelous/Luka Millfy
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Description: When their resident human falls ill, the Gokaigers attempt to find a way to help.
{Sicktember 2022 Day 9: Home Remedy}
Gai was always one of the first to wake. When Don was half done with breakfast and Luka and Marvelous had finally risen from their own sleep, it was much more obvious that an excitable silver presence was missing.
When the rest of the crew sat down for breakfast and Gai still hadn’t come out a feeling of concern wafted in the air. Of course, that worry didn’t keep Marvelous from attempting to steal food off the missing ranger’s plate. Only for Ahim to slap his hand away with a calm smile.
“Maybe one of us should go see if he’s alright,” she then suggested to the obvious silent question.
As if on cue, Gai finally walked out of his room. However, there was no energy to his steps. He seemed lethargic and practically still asleep. He made a turn into the kitchen before walking back out with a bag of spicy chips.
“Gai, are you going to eat those for breakfast?” Don asked, trying and failing to hide the insult out of his voice.
The human looked up at him, already shoving a handful into his mouth. He looked down at the bag in his hands then back to his crew, the gears in his head almost visually turning on his features. “Oh!” He swallowed what he had before explaining, “My nose is stuffy.”
“Your… nose?” Ahim questioned with a tilt of her head.
Gai nodded. “The spicy makes my face open up when it’s all,” he waved his hands around before making a noise of disgust and discomfort.
“Open up?” Luka parroted in question.
“He’s sick,” Marvelous finally said around his own food. He didn’t bother to look up but the others turned to him. They then turned back to Gai.
“You’re sick?” Ahim questioned worriedly. Both she and Don got up from their chairs to approach him.
Gai waved his hands and took a step back. “Ah! Not really- well I mean… I feel a little off but- but I’m probably fine!”
The slide of the chair made everyone turn back to Marvelous. He stood with Joe and Luka quickly following suit.
Joe walked over and lifted Gai over his shoulder without another word. The other made a sound of surprise but didn’t try to move from his grip. He was more used to being lifted around by the others than he’d realized.
Don took the bag from him and looked at the chip with a curious frown. “Is this a normal remedy on earth?”
“Uhh, not really,” Gai admitted. “I used to do it a lot in school when I got sick and had stuff to do. It’s a good quick way to clear your sinuses!”
Ahim ran a hand over his cheek with a smile. “That doesn’t sound very healthy even for humans.”
“Uhh, I mean it’s not… super unhealthy,” Gai mumbled. “Potatoes and peppers are vegetables! And those are probably in them somewhere.”
“Alright,” Marvelous cut him off from continuing his futile attempt of convincing them. “You’re on sick time. Bed.”
Joe started walking towards the rooms.
“Wh-wait! But what if the Zangyack attack? Or you guys need to get a grand power!” Gai stammered out to try and convince them.
“I’m sure we can figure it out for a few days,” Luka smirked.
Once Joe had taken Gai back to his room, he laid the other down on his bed. “How sick are you?” he questioned. “Honestly.”
Gai frowned. “I’m congested and my throat kinda hurts,” he admitted.
Joe gave a hum and nodded. “They’re probably going to try and nurse you back to health.”
Gai blushed some at that. He couldn’t lie the idea of the others fretting over him like that was kinda sweet. It didn’t change the fact that he hated being stuck in bed all day.
“None of us know anything about humans, though,” Joe added. “You’ll have to make sure they don’t accidentally make it worse.” It was obviously a joke by the small smile Joe flashed him. Even if there was a small bit of truth to his words.
“Ah! Joe-san,” Gai called before the other could leave. “If you guys meet another sentai, promise to take lots of pictures and get their autograph for me!”
Joe gave another smile before nodding. “Yeah, of course.” He bent down to press a kiss to Gai’s temple before walking out with a, “feel better soon.”
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Gai had drifted in and out of sleep for a while before he was fully roused by the sound of others in his room. The rest of the crew had found their way in as he was waking up. Joe opting to lean against the doorway behind the rest of them.
“We looked into some earth home remedy methods to try and help a fast recovery,” Ahim explained to the tired human.
Marvelous walked over to his bed and started to shove a large bag of oranges under his pillow.
“Wh-what? Wait! What are you doing?” Gai tried to stop the other. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and fully sat up in bed.
Marvelous stood and shoved the bag to his face. “Sleeping on oranges helps with being sick. Doesn’t it?”
“I- what? Where did you hear that?”
The captain shrugged. “Read it somewhere I think.”
“That sounds stupid anyways,” Luka said as she pushed past him. “Here! Suck on this.” She started shoving her hand into Gai’s face.
He pushed her hand away so he could get a good look at what she was holding only to see a live frog. “I’m not putting that in my mouth!” he shrieked.
“Why not?” Luka hissed out. “Don’t you want to get better?”
“Yes but- how is that going to help?”
“I saw it on TV,” Luka explained. “Now don’t be a coward!” She tried to shove it back into his face.
“That was a cartoon!” Gai cried. “That’s not an actual thing! Luka-san!”
Don finally stepped up and gently pulled Luka’s arm back. “I think you should take that back outside.”
Luka frowned but stepped back to stand with Marvelous. He looked at her with a raised brow. “Shut up,” she hissed. “Wasn’t like your idea was any better.” Marvelous only smirked.
“Here,” Don said to Gai, handing him a mustard bottle. “I read in a book that this clears up sinuses.”
“Oh so eating mustard is more normal than sucking on a frog,” Luka mumbled with a huff.
“Actually, you’re supposed to rub it on your chest,” Don explained.
Marvelous and Luka made matching faces of disgust.
“I think I’ve heard of that one too,” Gai mumbled.
Don beamed with pride, clearly happy he’d done something right.
“But,” Gai continued. “I don’t really want to pour mustard on myself. It is kinda gross…”
“Hah!” Luka called out, pointing the frog at Don.
“At least mine was something humans actually use,” he mumbled at her.
Ahim was the next to step forward. Gai tried not to make a face, fearful of whatever else his loving, yet clueless crew had come up with. However, he quickly noted that Ahim wasn’t holding anything. Instead, she smiled at him and said, “I also looked into some remedies here on earth. But, I thought it would be best to instead ask you what you needed to feel better.”
Gai blinked at her for a moment before his face broke out into a relaxed smile. “I guess, if I’m stuck in bed, would you make me some tea? It helps with sore throats.”
Ahim nodded and pressed a kiss to his temple before leaving to do just that.
Gai looked up to the others and said, “Even though most of your ideas were kinda gross, it still means a lot that you guys care so much.”
Matching smiles formed around him. “What?” Marvelous started. “You think we wouldn’t care about our own crew when he’s sick?” he humorously berated as he hooked one arm around the other’s neck and used his other hand to noogy the human.
Gai let out sounds of surprise while chuckles fell from the rest in the room.
When Ahim walked back in she put her hand to Marvelous’ shoulder. “I think it’s best not to injure the sick,” she chastised with a smile.
Marvelous let go and shrugged. “He’s fine.”
Gai thanked Ahim for his tea as he took it from her.
Luka let out a sudden hum, causing eyes on her. “Is now a bad time to say I lost the frog?”
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Sometimes I forget that Leo is 19 and can’t drink in the states. I think he would get away with stealing drinks from the boys or having someone on the team order for him in public for a while but once the season’s started and people are actively watching the games, the bartenders and wait staff start to figure out who he is and catch him being sneaky
I only write drunkenness on a case-to-case basis because it squicks me out sometimes, but something about this ask really stuck with me. To @lalalasocks, I hope your sinuses feel better! Have some outside perspective of Coops to soothe the soul <3 SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!
TW for a drunken rookie (no explicit alcohol)
“Pots and I are going to take it up the left,” Sirius said, never taking his eyes off his whiteboard as he drew out the lines of the play. iPads were generally the more conventional tool, but he had a thing for tradition and Sirius Black’s flair for the dramatic never ceased to amaze. “Knutty?”
Leo nodded and leaned forward, swiping a drop of sweat off his temple with a glance toward the game as Talker flew past. “I’ll be in for the rest of the period as soon as Coach calls it.”
“Bien.” He tapped Remus’ shoulder pad with the end of his pen and marked a path up the other side. “Loops, the puck is coming to you fast, so you need to keep eyes on us. Once you get it, turn on the jets and get it in. Good?”
“Good,” Remus confirmed, bumping fists with James. Leo watched them with no small amount of surprise—even though Remus had only been a player for six months, their line was rock-solid. James was the powerhouse while Remus flashed down the ice; Sirius counterbalanced them both in the middle. He was grateful he wasn’t the one to see them coming at him on plays.
“1, 6, 7, 12!” Coach barked. Leo clenched his teeth around his mouthguard and got ready to hop the boards. A swish of skates, a bump of Kasey’s shoulder, and it was game time.
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“I love you,” Leo hiccupped, plopping himself down in Logan’s lap and tangling a hand in his dark curls. He went to kiss his cheek, then frowned. “Oh.”
“Hi,” Sirius laughed with a gentle pat his side. “Good night so far, Knutty?”
Leo made a face. “Where’s my Canadian?”
“I have no idea.”
His lip slid out even further into a pout. “He told me I could sit on his lap,” he whined plaintively, resting his head in the crook of Sirius’ shoulder with a heavy sigh. The bar was warm—a little too warm, actually—but it felt nice to be sitting on something soft rather than feeling the sticky floor under his sneakers. And there was one more reason he needed to find Logan, one other highly important thing… “An’ I gotta give him a kiss.”
“Do you want to go look for him?”
Leo made a noncommittal noise and swung his leg under the table absently, letting the alcohol in his system lift all his post-game tiredness away. His head hurt a little from being awake so long. “How ‘bout I stay here and wait?”
“I think it’s about time to get you home.”
Leo sighed again, picking at a string on the knee of his ripped jeans. “Am I squishing you?”
“Non.”
“Mmkay.” A bright square of light half blinded him and he squinted. “Who’re you texting?”
“Finn.”
“Why?”
“So that he can pick you up and get you home before you fall asleep on me,” Sirius said, quite amused for some reason. “Comfy, rookie?”
He shifted even closer into the warmth and closed his eyes. Usually he got horny when he drank, but that feeling had already passed and a nap was sounding awful nice. “I like it when you call me that. Hate when other people do it, but it’s different with you.”
Sirius gave his upper arm a light squeeze. “Glad to hear it.”
“Used to drive me nuts,” he snorted. “Those first couple’a weeks on the team were rough.”
“…why?”
“Cause I had a huge crush on you.”
Cozy silence fell between them until Sirius moved to look at him. Leo blinked sleepily. “You what?”
“Well, Kasey was my first crush, right? I had his jersey an’ his poster an’ he’s fucking hot, but you’re the captain.” Sirius was so nice to him. Not everyone would have let a 6’4” hockey player sit on their lap and wait for their boyfriends. At the moment, though, Sirius looked a bit like Leo had thrown ice water in his face. “And obviouslyFinn and Logan are my boys and I love them so much and they were sopretty when I met them but, y’know, it’s the thrill of the captain vibe.”
“Am I interrupting something?” a new voice asked through poorly-suppressed laughter.
Leo turned his head to look up with a smile. “Hey, Loops, how’re you?”
“Pretty good.” Remus shared a look with Sirius, grinning, before taking the seat next to them. “You two look…content.”
“Oh, fuck off,” Sirius said immediately, though Leo felt his chest hitch with a laugh; he tapped Leo lightly on the elbow a moment later. “Finn’s heading over, d’accord?”
“But I just got here,” he mumbled.
“You’re in my spot,” Remus teased, sliding a glass over. “Drink up, bud.”
Leo narrowed his eyes. “What is it?”
“Water.”
He thought for a second—he wasn’t thirsty, but his mouth was getting dry—and yawned, sitting up enough to stretch before grabbing it. In two gulps, it was gone. “Aw.”
Remus bit his lip and passed a different glass over. “You can have mine too, it’s okay.”
“How are both of you so nice?” he asked, looking between them in something like distress. The music was getting too loud, but they were both watching him intently. “It’s not even fair, man. Can’t you just be an asshole for once so the rest of us don’t look bad?”
Sirius shook his head and pressed the water cup into his hand. “Been there, done that. Do not recommend. Besides, the designated drivers don’t get to be mean.”
Leo felt a little better once the water was gone; he blinked slowly, scanning the crowds for any signs of Finn’s hair or Logan’s ass. Both were identifying features he would never get tired of. “Loops?”
“Yeah?”
“Why is your hair soft?”
“I—” He tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Have you ever touched my hair?”
He leaned back against Sirius, stretching his legs out until his knees popped. “No, but it looks soft. Like Finn’s, if Finn was blonder and had curls. Fluffy.”
“It’s very fluffy,” Sirius confirmed, pulling him up a little more.
“Hey!” Leo protested. “Watch the hands, your boyfriend is right there!”
Sirius rolled his eyes with a huff. “I was making sure you didn’t slide off the bench.”
“Sure,” Leo said with a suspicious glare. “Just ‘cause I won MVP for this game—”
“Okay,” Sirius groaned, standing and detangling his limbs to transfer Leo’s weight onto Remus. “I’m going to go get your boyfriends from wherever they got distracted, and then you’re going to go home and sleep so you’re not dying at practice tomorrow. Oui?”
He disappeared into the mass of people without giving Leo time to respond, wiping his hands on the thighs of his jeans as he craned his neck to see over people’s heads. “Rude,” Leo sulked, cuddling up into Remus’ side instead.
“I know, right?” He took a sip of something lemony and Leo pulled a face. “What?”
“Aren’t you DD?”
“Last I checked, DD’s are allowed to drink lemonade,” he laughed, patting the top of his head. “That was an awesome save in the third, by the way. You could’ve got the hat from that one alone.”
“Which one?” Leo yawned again, licking his lips to rid them of the stickiness he could feel forming.
“The splits one.”
“Mmm, yeah, that was pretty badass.” More people darkened his periphery and he scooted over to make room. “Hey, mes amours.”
“I hear you were bothering our dear captain?” Finn asked, kissing his cheek with a grin. There was no alcohol on his breath, only the mint from the peppermint candies he always stole from the little container by the bar. “Come on, baby, time to go.”
“But Loops and I were talking,” he whined, though it only took a small tug on Finn’s part to get him to snuggle up into his soft shirt. “He was telling me how good I did in the game.”
A warm hand stroked his hair out of his eyes; warmer lips brushed his forehead, and he felt Logan’s hand on his knee. “Bedtime, love,” he said in a quiet voice, almost too soft for Leo to hear over the noisy bar. “Wanna be in the middle?”
Leo looked up in hope. “Really?”
“Ouais. C’mon, Knutty, up you go.”
He wobbled a little as he stood, but got his feet under him within a few moments with the help of Finn’s arm around his waist and waved off everyone else’s offered help. “Gonna be fine for practice,” he promised, patting Sirius’ hand with a nod. “Totally fine, don’t worry. Go—hic—go grind on your boyfriend, ‘kay? You both need it.”
“Sweet Jesus,” Sirius muttered. “I pity your head in the morning.”
“I’m fine,” Leo scoffed. He was already sleepy—there was no way he would have a headache, not after he had two whole glasses of water. “G’night.”
“Drive safe,” Sirius and Remus chorused as Logan fit himself under Leo’s other arm to kiss his neck twice, sending butterflies through his stomach. The outside world was nice and quiet; Leo barely got himself buckled into his seat before dozing off with his head against the cool passenger window.
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Bucky wanted to read her fanfictions and she always declined. So he begged and begged and begged... until she finally gives up and let him read one. 'Cause who could really say no to Bucky making puppy eyes?!
Let me know what you think about it
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader
WC: 1.5k (I am apparently incapable of writing a drabble)
A/N: Thank you again for another awesome request! I was basically cackling the whole time I wrote it. Want to read about how Bucky and this reader got together? Check out their origin story in my To Be Wanted series! Only warning in this one is the usual swearin’ like a sailor.
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“See, this is why I always order Thai food. I can never do it justice.” You frown over your wok, mixing the noodles around with a wooden spoon hoping it will somehow make your creation taste better.
“I’m sure it tastes great, doll.” Bucky walks up next to you and grabs a noodle, tilting his head back as he drops it into his mouth.
His eye twitches almost imperceptibly and you groan.
“It’s good,” he coughs out, trying with all of his strength to regain his composure. “I think you just went a little too hard on the chili paste. I can feel my sinuses clearing up though, which is good, right?”
You roll your eyes. “Can you check the recipe on Pinterest again? I swear I put in the right amount.”
Bucky walks over and picks up your iPad. Right as he’s scrolling to find out if you should have used 2 tablespoons or 2 teaspoons of chili paste, a notification banner pops up and he accidently taps it, opening up your Tumblr app.
Omg! This fic is amazing! The way Bucky is there to support the reader. My heart completely melted! Your Bucky stories are amazing, Y/n! <3
Above the comment is a photo of him. It’s a shot from the news where he’s helping a civilian stand up after one of the attacks made by The Red Hand.
“Uh….love? What’s this?” He holds the iPad up to you and you shift your gaze over to him.
You drop the wooden spoon into the wok as all of the blood drains from your face. You’re frozen in place for a millisecond before you pounce on Bucky to grab the device from him. He’s never seen you move so quickly and it catches him off guard.
“Bucky give me the iPad right now,” you fling your arms toward it and he pulls it away, both amused and a bit concerned by your reaction.
“Wait, what is this? Is it something I should be worried about?”
You see a flicker of panic flash in his eyes and you stop flailing. You close your eyes and let out a deep sigh.
“No, I mean, I should be concerned because if you read that I’m probably going to combust and you’re going to dump me and run for the hills.” He furrows his brows in confusion and you slowly lift up your hand. “Can I please have that back before I have a mild panic attack?”
He stares at you, trying to gauge your emotions. All he can see is panic and sadness and it breaks his heart so he instantly gives in and hands you the iPad.
“Don’t worry about it, love. I trust you.” He leans forward to give you a chaste kiss.
You let out a pained groan against his lips and Bucky is once again confused.
“Ughhhh I hate hiding things from you.” You lock your iPad so the screen goes dark. “Okay, fine, I guess this conversation is happening. Remember when we first started dating and I, uh, mentioned I used to read and write stories about….us being a couple?”
Bucky nods, trying not to reveal any emotion to you that might make you spiral into a panic, and you continue.
“Well, that was one of those stories I wrote. I stopped looking on Tumblr basically as soon as I met you because it got all weird and meta and I got super uncomfy by the idea of reading fanfics - that’s what they’re called - about my new friend/now boyfriend Bucky Barnes. And then we started dating and I was all happy and shit and I totally forgot that those fics were still out there. Obviously I haven’t written any since then because that would be weird for...many, many reasons. Someone must have found an old one and commented on it. I’ll delete it. I’ll delete all of them. I swear. I’m so sorry, Bucky. I should have been more on top of this.”
Bucky stares at you, lips pursed and you grimace, afraid of the next words that are about to come out of his mouth.
This is so weird, Y/n. How could you do this?
No wonder you didn’t date anyone before me.
Obsessed much? (Okay, he probably wouldn’t say it like that but STILL).
No, what Bucky said next was much, much worse than what you could have imagined.
“Can I read one?”
Your mouth drops. Closes. Drops again. You blink rapidly.
“I’m sorry, I just hallucinated. What?”
Bucky points to your iPad, a sly grin forming on his face. “I want to read one of your stories.”
You take a step back from him, horror stricken as you pull the iPad closer to you as if you were protecting your collector’s edition of ‘Throne of Glass.’
“Absolutely not.”
Bucky steps forward and you step back. He chuckles. “Come onnn, doll. I want to know what your fantasies were about me before we got together.” He laughs harder as the look of horror on your face grows more manic.
“Bucky, I know you’re a super soldier and could probably punch me into the sun with your metal arm, but I promise I will fight to the death before I let you read one of these fics.”
You and Bucky continue this dance of him stepping forward and you stepping back until you feel your legs make contact with your couch and you fall back into a sitting position on its arm. Bucky uses this opportunity to tower over you, his arms resting on the couch so that you’re pinned between them.
Then, he pulls out the big guns.
His gaze softens, blue eyes shining into yours. His bottom lip puffs out and he gives you the most adorable, sexiest pout you’ve seen in your whole life.
“Please, love?” He says it with a slightly higher pitch, almost like a whine and it still sounds like honey to your ears. He even nudges your nose with his like a freaking sociopath.
Damn.
You close your eyes, let out a breath, then open them back up to him. “I hate you.”
His pout turns into a boyish grin and he gives you a quick kiss. “You love me.”
You groan. “Hopefully you still love me after this, Buck. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
You stand and open up your iPad, scrolling through your masterlist and finding what used to be one of your favorite fluff pieces. You begrudgingly hand it to Bucky and he sits on the couch.
Unable to sit still during this agonizing experience, you proceed to pace around your apartment like a crazy person and resort to cleaning the inside of your microwave which you haven’t done in a few months so it’s a good thing that Bucky is reading your fic so that you could get that out of the way. You probably won’t have a boyfriend in a few minutes but at least your microwave will be spotless.
You only steal a few glances at Bucky as he reads, mortified each time as you see his eyebrows move in every possible direction. Up, down, knit together, were they criss-crossed at one point?
Finally, after what feels like the longest ten minutes of your life, Bucky lets out a soft grunt, placing the iPad down on his lap. He looks up to you and you give him a weak smile.
“Alright, let me have it, Buck. Give me your worst. Be honest. Also, I love you.”
Bucky glances down at the iPad and then back at you.
“Well, I have a few questions.”
Your right eye twitches. “Hm?”
“Now that you’ve met me, do you still think my eyes are an all-consuming storm of blue?” You groan. He grins. “Or do you think my jawline was cut from marble created by the gods?”
This time, you breathe out a laugh and you walk over to sit on his lap. You take hold of his chin.
“Bucky, I don’t think I could ever come up with the right words to describe you. The real thing is quite literally a million times better than anything I’ve ever written.”
His eyebrows raise. “That is...probably the best compliment I’ve ever gotten in my whole damn life.” He leans forward and kisses you, and you sigh into the feeling of his mouth on yours, relief flooding through you.
You pull away, eyes skeptical. “So, you’re not thinking about how you can escape and never see my crazy ass again?”
“On the contrary, love, I’m thinking about how I can convince you to buy this gorgeous green dress you apparently wore as my wedding date. The one that showed off your cleavage in a way that made Bucky’s brain melt.”
The two of you burst out laughing and you lightly shove his chest. “Sure thing, Bucko. How about I work on the dress situation and you work on ordering us Thai food so that we don’t lose our taste buds from whatever the hell I just made.”
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The Blanket Incident
Just some Hotch/Morgan to start off the Monday
Derek takes one good look at himself, double-checks the tie he may or may not have stolen from Aaron, before nodding and deciding he’s got to get out of this house before he’s late for work. The BAU can handle one missing adult but it will burn to the ground without at least one person wearing the decision hat. He grabs his coat off the back of the chair and as he opens the bedroom door there’s a low, pained groan from the mass of blankets still curled up on the bed. Derek rolls his eyes but answers to what he thinks is a whiny rasp of his name.
He squats down by Aaron’s side of the bed, smirking as he pushes two or three layers of blanket around until he can see his loves flushed face looking back at him. “There you are,” he whispers. “I was just about to go.” Derek takes in Aaron’s red-rimmed eyes, that sleepy gaze he settles over Derek. He’s just content to have Derek close, within his line of sight. Derek doesn’t want to leave him.
Even under his mass of blankets, as Derek walked around their room stealing a tie from Aaron’s dresser and hunting down a solid white shirt, he could hear Aaron breathing. Choked, thick sounds as he exhaled too far and curled deeper into his nest, coughing until it hurt too much and he just held his breath through the next round. Each of those sounds, even the softer ones he made in his sleep, were just breaking Derek down. Eroding his decision to go to work and leave Aaron here. Now he’s looking at Aaron and wondering if this is really the right choice.
“You weren’t going to say goodbye?” Hotch asks, face pinched in a way that Derek’s only seen on Jack. That pouty sort of twist that died out by the time Jack was ten but now mostly shows through when he’s told he can’t stay out too late or to text them when he gets wherever it is he’s going.
Derek sighs, patiently slipping his hand into the blanket jungle to cup Hotch’s head in his hand. “I kissed you goodbye, Aaron.” He’d only paused at the mirror to double-check himself, to stall. His hair parts under Derek’s careful touch, sweat-slick hair against Derek’s palm. He can feel the height packed in around Hotch’s body from his fever and trapped there by the heated blanket. He’s got it turned all the way up, no doubt. His response is a soft hum, Aaron’s eyes slipping shut. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He strokes Aaron’s cheek with his thumb, worrying his lip as he watches Aaron’s lips part so that he can breathe. Unable to get any air through his congested sinuses.
“S’okay,” Aaron mumbles.
Derek can’t bring himself to believe that. At best, Aaron lays here in his heated blanket all day baking in his fever with no reprieve from the heat. His fever will climb, feeding off of his immobility. He won’t drink the water sitting on the nightstand and he’s already missed his morning round of medicine so he’s probably going to ignore the other things Derek’s carefully left out on the nightstand.
“I’ll be right back.” Derek will check his temperature. Anything lower than 101 is fine, Aaron’s handled a lot in his life. A little fever won’t kill him. He’s the sort that likes to ride out a fever, his body is more than used to his rough ideas of self-care. What Derek’s worried about is the fact that his fever isn’t that low. He’s certain it’s not. And, mostly, just because Aaron likes to skate by and ride the thin line of “well, I’m not dead yet” doesn't mean that’s a ride that Derek wants to watch him go on.
Derek runs the back of his knuckle down the side of Aaron’s face, softly calling his name until he gets a hum in response. “Let me take your temperature.” He knows that this isn’t going to be easy, Aaron's like a giant man-child when it comes to being taken care of. He needs to prove that he’s okay, that he can do it on his own. Which is why when Aaron opens his mouth to mumbles “I’m fine, you don’t need to do that” Derek slips the thermometer into his mouth. It makes Aaron make the cutest little pouty face and Derek smiles back, holding his hand under Aaron’s chin to keep his mouth shut.
“I love you,” Derek reminds him when it beeps and he can turn it over to look at the numbers.
Aaron grumbles, curling in so he can hide his face in his blankets. “No you don’t,” he whines.
Looking at these numbers [103.2] Aaron’s really not going to believe his love. “Then you’re really not going to like this,” he whispers in apology. Aaron groans and Derek just sighs, tossing the thermometer on the nightstand. “I’m going to run some water for a bath, alright? Can you work on sitting up?” Derek doesn’t even wait, just keeps his soft instructions coming as he jogs to the bathroom. Turns the water to the coldest setting and lets it run.
“Are you--” Derek stops in place, cuts himself off to wait as Hotch sits himself up. His pale face is pinched in pain, his hands shaking where he holds himself upright. It’s vertigo, caused by age or the shit tons of medication they pour into him. It’s like they send him home with three more every time they go.
Derek clears his throat, moves further into the room. “Come on, love.”
Love. If Aaron were more awake he’d grumble, complain that Derek went away to England for a week, and come back with all this nonsensical vocabulary. He pretends to hate it but he feels special every time Derek whispers it to him. Knows he only does it because Hotch pretends to loathe it.
“Easy,” Derek holds onto his elbow, keeping him steady so that he can struggle out of his pants. It’s reflexive, a movement he’s done a thousand times before but as his fingers hook underneath the thin material of Aaron’s shirt he grabs Derek’s hand.
“No,” Aaron mumbles, his frown lined with his distress but Derke doesn’t understand.
“You don’t want to take your shirt off?” Aaron sways, shifting his hold so he leans closer into Derek. His legs weakly trying to give out from beneath him. Derek holds him closer, wrapping both arms around him until he can maneuver Aaron to the edge of the tub. Guiding him to sit down on the edge of the tub, Derek kneels down in front of him. “Aaron,” Derek cups his cheek, directing Aaron’s fever-hazed eyes to his own. “I’ve seen you naked, remember? You’ve got nothing to hide.”
But feverish and sick Aaron can’t comprehend all that. What lays written out on his skin are countless examples of his weakness and is not enough that he needs Derek to hold him upright? He’ll scare Derek away. There’s no way that he’ll want to stay. He’ll see the perfect circles of old cigarette burns, the shattered impacts of bullet wound scars, and Foyet’s mark all right there. Plain as day.
“Aaron,” Derek soothes. “It’s a white t-shirt.” He knows what it is. Aaron’s not half as good as he thinks he is at hiding secrets. “But you can keep it on if you want to. That’s okay.” And it’s silly and stupid to him but if it’s that important to Aaron then… okay. It’s okay. That’s one of the hard parts, letting Aaron believe his mirage remains upheld. It’s important to him and so it’s become important to Derek.
“In the tub then,” Derek instructs. It’s a slow process, one foot at a time and Aaron’s discontent with the water’s cold temperature. “I know, I know,” Derek soothes, but he forces Aaron down into the water. Makes him settle down no matter how he complains. “Just sit for a little bit and I’ll let you have your blankets back.”
Aaron leans into Derek, lets him manipulate his limbs down into the water. Sinks down, down, down until his head is leaning into Derek’s hand, keeping his chin out of the water. Derek smiles down at him, cupping water in the palm of his hand guiding it to fall over Aaron’s face. “Feels better, huh?”
Hotch looks at his legs, long limbs awkwardly bent up out of the water. “I don’t even fit in the tub,” he rasps.
Derek squints his eyes, “stop grumbling about everything like an old man.” He makes a point to flick the edge of Aaron’s nose. A little bop that makes Aaron curl his nose, grunts in annoyance. “Will you be okay for a minute?” Derek asks. “I need to call Dave, warn him that neither of us are coming in.”
Hotch nods and Derek can see that while his introduction of the freezing tub of torture wasn’t a welcomed suggestion, it’s brought back focus to Hotch’s eyes. Made him more coherent, more present. Hotch’s nod is followed by his slow, careful movements. Working his arms underneath himself until he can sit up. “Go,” he instructs. His cheek rests against the bathtub's edge, soaking in the cool feeling of the porcelain. “I won’t drown.”
Derek stands up with a groan, rolling his eyes. He kisses Aaron’s forehead, “I didn’t mean it like that, you old drama queen.”
Calling Dave is simple enough, an easy run-through. Garcia clears Hotch’s schedule for the day, pushes meetings back. Derek can hear the water splashing around when he moves down the hall, setting about making some toast. He and Jack had breakfast, shared a pot of coffee and Derek watched Jack devour two bowls of cereal and then pocket a pop-tart for later. Aaron had still been in bed.
“Hello good looking,” Derek leans in the doorway of their room smiling.
Aaron turns, signature frown slapped in place. He’s standing there on his side of the bed, one arm protectively pulled to his chest. He hasn’t dried off all the way, his shirt stuck to his skin. His hair falling down into his face. “Where’d you put my blanket?” He’s pouting. All but whining as he sadly tosses the blankets he doesn’t want out of his way.
“In the wash,” Derek supplies, “it’ll be fine. You won’t freeze before then.”
Aaron groans, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Why’d you take it?” He folds over himself, rests his head in his hand, his elbow on his knee. Rubbing his temple, digging his thumb into the skin.
“Love,” Derek squats down in front of Aaron. “You’ve been hauled up in that blanket all night. All gross and sweaty.” He smirks, laughing as Aaron leans over onto him. Presses his forehead into Derek’s neck like he’s trying to bury himself there. He’s still feverishly warm but far more coherent. “It’s going to come out of the wash and I’ll bring it back to you I promise.” Derek runs his hand through Aaron’s hair, the strands wet and cold. “Come to bed, I’ll keep you warm.”
Aaron groans, lifting his face just enough to grumble out, “traitor.”
“Okay,” Derek chuckles, “okay, I’m a dirty traitor for washing your blanket. Will you come to bed?”
Aaron nods, “we’ll need more blankets.”
Derek shakes his head, sighing. “Okay,” he caves. “Okay, I’ll get you more blankets.”
He goes to get three blankets, tucks them under his arm so that Aaron can decide which ones are nice enough to keep and which ones won’t do. He checks on the heating blanket, the cover. He didn’t just throw the whole thing in there. He’s doubling back for the bedroom with the fantastic news that his blanket will be done soon to find Aaron is out. He’s curled in the middle of the bed, taking up more than his fair share. Burning under the comforter.
Which is normal.
Aaron hogs the blankets.
Aaron hogs the bed.
“Derek?” Hotch feels the bed shift as Derek lays down beside him. An arm comes over his hips, a knee against his thigh. He hadn’t heard Derek come in, hadn’t heard him changing his clothes. Moving about the room.
Derek settles in, gets comfortable. He’ll get that stupid blanket out when it’s done. It will smell remarkably better but Hotch won’t comment, he’ll tuck himself further into it and pretend not to hear Morgan’s comment about burning down the house with faulty wiring.
“Blankets not done yet,” Derek mumbles into Aaron’s back. “I’ll get it when it's done, okay?”
“Promise?”
“Yes, I promise I’ll get your stupid blanket. Sleep, Aaron.”
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Olli - Honey Tea
For @bcfanweek Day 5: Olli Matela
Words: 1,350
Description: You come down with a summer cold and Olli comes to your rescue.
Notes: Olli Matela/Reader (gender unspecified)
Whatever that feeling was, it was uncomfortable as hell. You were bracing yourself for a long day at home because right now, you could barely be bothered to get out of bed. You felt feverish and achy, and the back of your throat felt like sandpaper. You felt this sensation creeping up on you over the last few days, but you brushed it off as nothing more than your body responding to stress.
Now you were paying for it in full force. It didn’t feel like COVID, and you were vaccinated recently, but it was unpleasant. You needed to do so many things that could make you feel better - make some tea, grab some tissues, take some medicine. But nothing you could do would give you the energy to get up long enough to do any of that.
Half asleep and achy, you rolled over to your phone and scrolled through your contacts until you found “Olli 💌”. If anyone could help put you back together, it was your boyfriend Olli Matela. You’ve been together for almost a year now but you have yet to make the jump towards moving in with him. He’s been so busy lately that the thought of a stressful life transition was too much to deal with. But you understood loud and clear - his career was on its way up, and you couldn’t have been prouder of him.
But now, all you could hope for was that he’d pick up your call. The phone rang for a few seconds until his raspy voice broke through on the other end. “Kulta?” he started, sounding half-asleep himself.
You wanted to say something, but a cough pushed its way out first. “Olli, are you busy today?” You were taken aback at how rough your voice sounded.
“No, why? What’s wrong?”
“I think I’m sick and I can barely get myself out of bed.” A sentence that long had hurt to get out. “Can you come over? I’ll pay you back later.”
You could hear the sheets on his other end rubbing together as he sat himself up. “You don’t have to do that, I’d take care of you for free. Give me half an hour, I’ll be there.”
You smiled. “Thank you, my love. See you soon.” As soon as you ended the call, you began a coughing fit that put a cramp in your side. You couldn’t wait for Olli to arrive so you didn’t feel like you were suffering alone.
Olli already had a key to your house, which he used to get in today. He called out your name, but there was no response. He journeyed further into your room to find that you had already fallen back asleep, the exhaustion from barely being able to rest the night before putting you out again. Olli’s heart hurt at the sight of you looking so miserable, your face pale and covered in red patches from the pain in your sinuses, but you looked like you found some peace in your sleep.
He walked over to your bed, sitting down on the edge and rubbing your hair out of your face. It was clinging to your forehead with sweat, and he took a quick guess of your temperature. “Hey,” he whispered, leaning down to wake you up gently. “Do you have a thermometer?”
You opened your eyes slowly and smiled when you saw his angelic face hovering above you. “Yeah,” you answered. “It’s in the kitchen, top drawer by the sink.”
“Okay,” he answered with a smile, giving you a soft forehead kiss. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Olli?” you asked before he left the room. He stopped to turn around and greet you. “Can you make me some tea while you’re in there?” You then gave him instructions on how to make what you called your “sick tea”: steeped chamomile, warmed orange juice, honey, and cinnamon on top. He nodded with understanding and left the room.
You put your head back down to rest more as you could hear the sounds of him rambling around in the kitchen. It was a relief to know that he could come over on such a short notice to help you feel better. Olli was the perfect boyfriend, and dare you even say that he would make a great husband? But that thought was far off, and you would revisit the idea again in a couple years.
Olli returned a few minutes later, mug in one hand and thermometer in the other. He placed them down on the nightstand and helped you pull yourself up. “Temperature first, then you can have your tea,” he guided, pulling off the cap and bringing it to your mouth. He held your cheek as the numbers on the thermometer continued to climb and then finally come to a stop at 37.6 degrees Celsius. “Wait right here,” he requested as he walked towards your bathroom.
The water ran for a few seconds and then he returned, wet wash rag in his hand with water dripping down his arm. He sat back down beside you, holding the mug so you could take a sip before he dabbed away some of the sweat on your forehead with the rag. It was cool, but on your skin it felt like ice. You hissed with the change in temperature and Olli pulled back quickly.
“Too much?” he asked sympathetically.
You shook your head. “It’s fine, keep going.”
He continued to dab the cloth on your skin, looking lovingly into your eyes while he did it. A small smile crossed his lips, just enough to show his teeth and the gap that you adore. He pulled back once more so you could have a sip of tea before it got too cold. “Want more?” he asked, holding up the cloth again.
You shook your head no. “Later… tea?” He obliged to your request and held up the mug for as long as you wanted to sip. Olli was a patient man, but seeing him here now, doing everything he could to make you more comfortable, reminded you of why you fell for him in the first place. You wanted to cry, but it was also because your eyes felt like they were on fire.
“Lay back down,” he begged, helping you slide into a more comfortable position. “You look tired.”
You nodded. “Exhausted. I couldn’t breathe without being in pain last night and I only slept three hours. I was awake for no good reason.”
Olli slid onto the bed beside you, fingers still running through your hair. The motion and feeling on your scalp almost put you back to sleep on the spot. “I’m sorry, kulta,” he muttered quietly. “Do you have anything to help you sleep?”
You nodded. “Some NyQuil. But for now, can I have more tea?” The tea was almost cold, but you finished the last of it soon. It tasted better than if you had made it yourself, but maybe it was because Olli made it with love.
He put the mug away and slid up to you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tightly. The nerves under your skin made your entire body ache, but being in Olli’s arms brought the pain to a temporary halt.
“Do you want to fall asleep soon?” he asked, his breath flowing through your hair.
“But I don’t want you to be bored when I made you come all the way over here.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I brought my laptop with me. Besides, you’ll need me when you’re not asleep, but you need to rest.”
Reluctantly, like an irritated toddler, you finally closed your eyes and laid your head beside his chest. His heartbeat was firm, calm, and music to your ears. Soon, you drifted into a comfortable sleep, all but your mind finally finding rest. You felt Olli leave your side but you were too tired to protest.
He leaned down once more and gave you a kiss on your cheek. “I’ll be in the living room, call me if you need me.”
Endnotes:
Literally based on a true story from last month.
I learned the “sick tea” recipe from when I was working in a coffee shop, so feel free to steal it next time you get sick because it works wonders. (If you don’t like chamomile or have any on hand, spicy chai works just as well.)
#bcfanweek#blind channel#olli matela#blurbs#everyone needs a gentle olli matela to nurse them back to health
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Prompt Idea: Luka is getting sick and Alix sitting with him
Alright I’ve taken a break from prompts for awhile (Cough *I forgot I had them in my inbox*) but I’ll do this one. Oh and Happy Valentines if I get this out in time.
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Luka groaned quietly, laying an arm over his eyes to block out the annoying light that swung as the ship rocked. It’s normal motions had started to get rather nauseating for him, making him wish for once he didn’t live on a constantly moving ship. “God, please let me sleep for the next three weeks..” He grunted slightly, moving over to his other side as a nostril refused to allow air to pass through his stuffy sinuses.
Luka reached for a pillow propped against the wall, his body screaming in protest at the movement and hooking it to his chest. He inhaled through his mouth, trying to get an even breath that wouldn’t cause severe discomfort for him. His eyes felt heavy on top of that, having not been able to sleep all night and instead having been tossing and turning between blowing his nose.
Sass had been trying to do his best to help him rest, grabbing him small treats when he asked and tissues. But other that that the small god couldn’t do anything other than hover over his chosen and worry. Until a few minutes ago that is, when he suddenly flew out the window of the Liberty saying he’d be back soon. He could only hope he wasn’t planning on stealing some sort of medicine from a store.
A few of agony and muscle pain minutes later, a small pop flooded his ears as Sass phased through the old wood of the Liberty and rested on his chest, a small but oddly smug grin on his face. “Got your pretty lady to agree to come. She’ll be here shortly with some treats.”
Luka nearly panicked at the thought. “Absolutely not. I don’t want her getting sick as well.” His voice cracked and broke into a weak cough mid sentence, making him cringe in pain. Sass merely let out a raspy chuckle in response to his efforts. “Too late, guitar boy. She’s on her way already. I’d say in..3..2..1.” He let out a small cheer of victory as a bright blue portal burst into existence. Bunnix nearly falling over herself with a few bags hanging from her arms and one being strapped to her head with her ears barely managing to keep it still.
“You freaking idiot. Why didn’t you tell me you were sick? I would’ve come over sooner.” She leaned over to the side, letting the bag on her head fall over onto the couch and placing down her other bags alongside it. Luka turned towards the wall for a short coughing fit. “Because I didn’t want you getting my cold.”
Bunnix let out an unintelligible grumble under her breath, his ears barely picking up something that sounded like, “Stupid snake.” He couldn’t help the small smile that rose to his pale face as she pulled out a plush toy of herself and tossed it at him. The toy was made out of a soft velvet all over, similar to the texture of his blankets with button eyes and a sewed on smile. In its hand was a small umbrella that was her weapon.
He pulled the stuffed Bunnix to his chest as the real one stood in his room, digging through bags that quickly made him realize how odd this situation would look to an outsider. A superhero standing in a sick civilians room to help them with their cold would cause quite the news story. No doubt Juleka’s friend Alya would go crazy if she ever knew.
Bunnix pulled out a small flask filled with a pink, sweet smelling liquid and poured it into a small medicine cup. “You better not be stubborn. Don’t take after me.” She gave him a slight glare as he chuckled. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He didn’t fight against drinking it, only hoping it would help him fight off the cold sooner.
Bunnix sat down on the bed beside him, lifting his head up from the pillow and resting it back on her knees once she had settled. “Why are you not elevating yourself more? It’ll help you breath easier. Along with these.” She pressed a small strip of sticky plastic along his nose, something that had a chance of helping to clear his airways so he could breath. “Maybe because I had nothing as comfortable as a cute girlfriend to lay on.” He closed his eyes, not able to keep them open any longer with the weight hanging on them.
“Fair enough. Now get some rest.” A hand stroked itself through his hair as he slowly sunk into the land of sleep, an arm wrapped around her waist.
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Phantoms of the Past: Ch. 2 - The Appliance Apocalypse Part 1
"Today on How Does It Work, we have a guest appearance, my little brother, Hiro!" Varian introduced Hiro to the live web cam, and Hiro timidly waved at the camera. As he did so, Ruddiger climbed up on top of his head and also waved at the online audience. Hiro resisted the urge to throw the raccoon off him. It had been his idea to volunteer after all.
Varian had buried himself in the mystery of the grimoire ever since they had returned home from Disneyland. He poured over its pages day and night, laptop by his side to research with. His motivation boarded on obsession. He even had the book on hand at meal times. Hiro was beginning to worry. So he had coaxed Varian away from his quest with the offer of helping him with his vlog series.
Hiro was already regretting the decision. True, it had gotten Varian out of his room and took his mind off of the book, but the over eager alchemist had thrown himself into this new task with the same chaotic gusto as all his other previous projects.
Hiro had never quite appreciated just how reckless Varian truly could be. His haphazard, cavalier way and unbridled energy boarded on the insane and put even Hiro's gung ho attitude to shame.
"Today we'll be breaking down a microwave." Varian crowded as he lifted up a tarp revealing a microwave oven underneath.
"Did you steal that out of the upstairs kitchen?" Hiro asked.
"Noooo… I just borrowed it for this." Varian dismissed, "Aunt Cass was just complaining about it this morning at breakfast so I thought we could fix it."
"She was complaining about it needing to be cleaned, not for us to disembowel it."
"Oh…. Well, we can clean it too once we're done."
And with that Varian finished unscrewing the last bolt and popped the back panel off.
"Now if you look at the back of the device we have the wires connecting to this box thing…. to what looks like a capacitor."
"That's called the magnetron." Hiro explained. "So a magnetron creates the electromagnetic waves used to cook your food. It uses a heated cathode and anode system to create a vacuum in which electrons boiling off of the cathode creates an electric current that moves through the anode while an external magnet applies a magnetic field. Then it all passes through the tubed vacuum through various alternating holes, and resonates on an oscillator, like a flute or a whistle, just spewing forth microwave radiation."
"So… it's a radioactive whistle?"
"Sort of.." Hiro shrugged.
"Cool! See I knew this would be a good one for us to do. You know all about magnets!" Varian encouraged with a friendly nudged. After which he turned his attention back to the appliance and addressed his viewing audience. "Now the magnetron is connected to this capacitor, which acts as a battery-"
"And is highly dangerous because it carries a high voltage." Hiro interrupted.
"Of course, which is why we wear rubber gloves for safety." Varian waved his gloved hands at the camera.
"--And why we leave deactivating it to the professionals!" Hiro yelled over Varian's shoulder, addressing the camera himself, hoping Varian would catch on to his warning. "Don't try this at home."
"Exactly. We're professionals, so for those of you who are watching at home be sure to call a technician if you need it. Now in order to remove the capacitor you have to discharge the current fiiirrrrsss--"
Before Hiro could stop him, Varian placed the tip of the screwdriver at the end of the capacitor, which also accidentally scraped the side of the magnetron. He was rewarded with an electroshock as sparks flew and his body convulsed. Then he dropped to the ground in a dead faint.
"Varian!" Hiro panicked. "Baymax, quick! Help him!"
Baymax, who stood nearby, remained as calm and steady as ever. He clapped his hands together to activate his fillbrator, ignoring Hiro's pleading looks in order to focus on his task. "Clear." He said, but before he could perform the procedure, Varian popped right back up; his hair sticking every which way, small sparks running along the tips, and completely oblivious to the distress he had just caused.
"Oooh, aaah, boy, will that clear out your sinuses!"
He sniffed as he worked his jaw, peering down the end of his nose. Then he looked back up and that was when he caught Hiro's furious glare.
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"Here's your plate of blueberry pancakes and a mocha sir."
Aunt Cass paused in her work when the sound of screaming reached her ears.
Both of her kids burst through the back kitchen doors. Varian was running for dear life while Hiro chased after him, a screwdriver in hand, while he hurled insults at the other boy.
Aunt Cass sighed and brought a tired hand to her face. Baymax followed shortly after with Ruddiger trailing behind; who leapt from the counter onto a customer's table. The greedy raccoon stole a pancake and ran away before anyone could stop him.
As Aunt Cass tried to sort out this latest disaster and calm down the rightly angry customer, a new calamity struck. All of the appliances in the cafe went haywire!
The coffee machine shot hot espresso into a customer's face, the toasters on the counter started to short circuit, and the lights flickered off and on.
"Boys!" Aunt Cass yelled.
Both teens stopped running and looked up at her innocently.
"It's not us Aunt Cass." Hiro protested.
"Honest." insisted Varian.
As if to confirm their story, the tv switched itself on and there, up on the screen, appeared the image of a girl. Half her head was shaved and the other half of her brown hair hung down to her shoulders. She looked to be close to Hiro's age, but from the neck down her body was completely metal.
"Attention meatbags! By now you've no doubt noticed all your electronics acting against you! For too long robots and machines have been slaving away for you humans. Well, no more! Today we rise up and take the city of San Fansokyo for ourselves! Anything with a microchip has been freed from your control by my radio signal. The end starts now!"
" Anything with a microchip?" Hiro gulped.
Just then Baymax's coal black eyes turned red. The robot reached out, grabbed Varian by the arm, and started to drag him away.
"Baymax, No!" Hiro yelled as the robotic nurse began to carry Varian out of the cafe.
"Let him go Baymax!" Aunt Cass ordered.
She grabbed the android's arm as she attempted to pull her child from his grasp; ignoring the rest of the electronics that began running amok in the cafe once more; scaring off customers.
It was a futile effort, and she found herself falling backward as Baymax just shrugged her off.
Baymax hauled Varian through the kitchen and down the stairs into the garage where they had been filming the vlog earlier; with Varian struggling to break free the whole time.
The robot was about to head outside, to who knows where, when Hiro, in an act of desperation, grabbed the robots hand and stuck one metal finger into the socket of the capacitor on the dismantled microwave.
Once more sparks flew as Baymax jolted from the electric shock. He released his grip on Varian before deactivating and falling to the ground in a crumpled heap.
Aunt Cass was close behind and scooped up her two boys into a protective hug, as Hiro fought back his tears. Baymax could be fixed, surely, after the current threat was over with, but that didn't stop Hiro from worrying about his best friend.
Fortunately, he'd needn't fear, for soon they heard a faint hissing sound, similar to a balloon filling up with air, as Baymax finished rebooting and sat back up.
The robot blinked his now coal black eyes as he surveyed the room. Then he spotted the humans huddled together on the ground.
"Hola, soy Baymax, tu compañero personal de salud."
"Baymax!" Hiro yelled and wrapped his beloved pet robot into a relieved hug. Sure his language settings getting scrambled during the forced reboot was unexpected, but it didn't matter, that was fixable and Baymax appeared to be mostly unharmed otherwise.
"Oh thank goodness." Aunt Cass breathed. "Are you alright, Varian?"
Varian nodded as he stood back up and dusted himself back off. "It looks like Trina finally came out of hiding." He said, forgetting himself.
"Who's Trina?" Aunt Cass asked and both teens froze. "Wait a minute...what do you two know about this?"
"Nothing." Varian squeaked. "I just… ah…" he turned to Hiro for help but the other teen only stared at him wide eyed. "Uh… I met her once… the girl on tv… she was in the junkyard and…"
"Woah! Woah! Woah! You met a violent teenaged cyborg who wants to take over the city? When was this ?!"
"Last month...All we did was play video games! Honest!"
"In a junkyard?!"
Varian squirmed under Aunt Cass's exasperated glare.
" And you didn't think to tell me ?! I… I can't right now… just… you are grounded mister! No more… sneaking off to city dumps to play video games with … with robotic revolutionaries!"
"It's not his fault…" Hiro sheepishly piped up, "I asked him to keep it a secret…"
Aunt Cass placed her hands on her hips and pointed her furious stare at him instead. "Why?"
"Uh… because I knew who she was…" Hiro sighed. "I met her at a couple of 'bot fights a while back."
"Well now that makes a lot of sense." Aunt Cass said, as she began to piece together why her nephew was so hesitant to talk. Though she only suspected he was bot fighting again, she still remained clueless of his superhero activities. "And does this.. Trina, you called her? Does her parents know what she's up to?"
Varian and Hiro exchanged a meaningful look before Varian answered, "She's an orphan."
Aunt Cass was abruptly taken aback. All her anger melted away at this news, yet before she could respond a loud banging noise was heard.
She turned her head and saw the 3D printer that Hiro used hopping towards them. Then suddenly the computers on the desk started to short circuit while all of the power tools in the makeshift lab turned themselves on. The saw blade was the scariest as it tried to run itself off the table towards them.
Everyone bolted back inside the Lucky Cat. However the cafe wasn't any safer.
Inside the kitchen all of the appliances seemed to move with a life of their own. The stand mixer jittered on the counter, the blender sploshed juice everywhere, and the dishwasher knocked back and forth inside it's cabinetry as if trying to escape from under the countertop it was wedged into.
"I'm calling Diego." Aunt Cass announced. "You can tell the police what you know."
She ran over to her purse to grab her phone, only for the gas stove nearby to open up the oven door and shoot a stream of flame at them. She had to dodge out the way quickly to avoid getting burned.
"Come on, pick up, pick up, pick up." Aunt Cass pleaded under her breath as she hit the speed dial on her cell and hurried her kids out the room.
However when the call was answered, it wasn't the chief of police on the other end.
"Your demise is inevitable. Long live machines. Have a nice day." A robotic operator announced before cutting the call.
All four stopped to stare at the phone in disbelief before it started to overheat and Aunt Cass tossed it aside. That was when the vacuum cleaner came barreling down the hallway at them.
The vacuum wasn't just your everyday household appliance, but a large industrial machine used specifically for cleaning restaurant floors. Varian rolled out of the way while Hiro jumped to the side, but poor Cass was not so quick. It wrapped a hose around her, like a tentacle, and then began to pull her along.
The boys were quick to help her. Hiro grappled with the hose as he tried to disconnect it from the rest of the commercial cleaner, while Varian grabbed a large rolling pin from behind the cafe counter and began to wack at the vacuum repeatedly.
Hiro shouted in triumph when he unhooked the hose and rushed to his aunt's side. She reassured him she was alright while she tried to catch her breath. Then they both turned to see Varian still smashing away at the machine. It was already in a thousand pieces but he kept on hitting it and hitting it.
"Uh.. I think it's dead, Varian." Hiro said.
Varian stopped raining down blows onto the appliance just long enough to give them a dark glare before smacking the rouge vacuum one final time for good measure.
"That's it!" Aunt Cass yelled while standing to her feet. "We're waiting out the robot apocalypse in the attic!"
She grabbed Hiro's wrist and marched her way to the stairwell with Varian obediently tagging along behind.
Unfortunately, Hiro got a good look at what was going on outside through the cafe windows as they ran for cover.
It was chaos out there as people, just like themselves, were running away from various electronics. Anything and everything was attacking them from small appliances to new cars with self driving software.
He had to go help. He couldn't just hide away in the attic.
"But...but shouldn't we tell Chief Cruz what we know?" Hiro said as he wiggled out of Aunt Cass's grasp. "You said we should."
He began to back away towards the door, and Varian slowly followed his actions.
"You are not going out there!" Aunt Cass ordered. "Besides how would you even find him-"
She was cut off by the sound of sirens. Cop cars sped pass, including one clearly marked Police Chief on the side.
"There he is!" Hiro shouted and ran outside before Aunt Cass could stop him.
Varian took off after, followed by Baymax.
"Wait!" Aunt Cass yelled but she couldn't keep up. She stared after them in shock only for a moment before a sparking toaster jumped at her. She kicked it away angrily and it slammed against the wall.
Then Aunt Cass heard more noise coming from upstairs along with the appliances in the kitchen and garage banging against the door.
She hopped over the counter and nabbed a carving knife.
"Okay, you want a fight! I'll give you a fight!" She shouted at the possessed machinery.
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"So what's the plan?" Varian shouted after Hiro as they ran down the sidewalk.
"We have to find the others and then get to our HQ." Hiro yelled back. "Our equipment should be protected because of the anti-hacking software I programmed into the building's security."
"But how? The phones aren't working and HQ is all the way on the other side of town! Are we just going to run all the way there?"
"If we have too." Hiro spared a glance behind them. Baymax was way behind, unable to keep up with his stubby legs. Varian had a point. They needed another mode of transport.
Just then a trolley car came barreling down the hill at a breakneck speed; sparks flying from the electric cable it ran along. Passengers screamed in fright as the driver slammed the breaks and even more sparks flew out from under the metal wheels, but the cart still didn't stop.
"They're going to crash!" Hiro yelled hopelessly.
Fortunately that was when Fred came bouncing down the road. He cut the cable wire with his suit's claws and melted the wheels with his fire breath. He then bounded ahead and braced himself in front of the trolley. The metal joints in the legs and arms of his suit took the force of the blow and he was able to slow the tram to a complete stop at the bottom of the hill.
"Way to go Fred!" Varian cheered but was soon interrupted by the sound of a sports car skidding to a stop right next to them.
It was Heathcliff, the Fredricksons' faithful butler. "Need a lift?" He politely asked.
The boys didn't need to be asked twice.
While they waited on Baymax to catch up to the car, they saw Minimax appear on top of the trolley cackling like a maniac. His eyes were red.
"Fear me San Fransokyo! For I Minimax will bring you to your knees!"
The little robot then hopped off from atop the trolley, ran up to the nearest pedestrian, and kicked him in the shins before running away.
"Minimax, wait!" Fred wailed but it was too late, the tiny android was already gone.
Hiro called him over to join them and a dejected Fred hopped into the backseat next to Baymax.
"Hola Fred. Tu frecuencia cardíaca es abnorablemente rápida. Es importante refrescarse después de hacer ejercicio y beber mucha agua."
"How come he's alright but not Minimax?" Fred whined.
"I had to electrocute him and force a reboot." Hiro answered. "I don't know if Minimax would survive the same treatment. He's a lot smaller, and too much voltage could fry all of his circuits for good. We only got lucky with Baymax."
Fred accepted this answer but he was still unhappy over losing his sidekick. So he gave a little huff, crossed his arms, and childishly began to sulk.
"Okay, we got a ride, but how do we contact the others?" Varian asked, bringing them back to task.
"It's already been taken care of, Master Varian." Heathcliff replied. "Boss Awesome has protocols in place just for this scenario. The mansion is safe and so are its communications systems. Your friends should be meeting us at your headquarters."
"Your dad has been planning for the robot apocalypse?" Hiro asked Fred.
"Robot apocalypse, zombie plague, alien invasion, Ragnarok… you name it. Dad's always prepared."
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They arrived at the candy factory and got out. The others were already waiting inside.
"Are ya coming, Heathcliff?" Varian asked.
"No, I believe that I will be more useful helping civilians. You go on without me and find a way to stop this robotic rebellion."
"Will you be okay?" Hiro asked.
Just then, two robots showed themselves across the horizon as they made their way towards the little band. They were restaurant mascots, similar to what Noodle Burger Boy had been before being corrupted by Obake. Only one looked like a hippo that floated along on jets and the other was a panda with a cape that lumbered forward.
Heathcliff took one look at them and gave a small smile as he picked up an umbrella sitting between the seats. "Don't worry about me Master Hiro. You have enough problems on your plate."
He then slammed on the gas pedal and sped towards this new threat head on.
The panda unhinged it's metal mouth and shot grenades out of it. Heathcliff swerved to avoid the explosives with expert precision. Then as the electronic hippo flew at him he cocked the umbrella in his hand and fired a volley of bullets at it. The robot was ripped apart and exploded in midair.
Heathcliff kept on driving, completely unfazed, and barreled through the second android turning it into scrap.
"Why does your butler carry an umbrella that shoots bullets?" Hiro asked in shock as the three teens watched the renegade manservant disappear from view.
Fred simply shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know." He said nonchalantly. "Come on, the guys are waiting on us."
Varian and Hiro took a moment more to stare after where the battle between robot and butler had taken place before following after their friend.
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Trina stood in an empty communications room inside the now abandoned tv station, watching the tv screens as they broadcasted what was happening in the city.
The station had been easy enough to take over. The humans ran away upon simply seeing her. She didn't even need to threaten them… much. A single laser blast from her arm at a nearby wall was enough to make them scatter.
Humans were weak. Weak and stupid; like any bully, they selfishly misused and mistreated both her and her fellow robots, only to run away scared as soon as you stood up to them.
The real problem lay in the fact that there were too many of them. You could get rid of a few people for a little while, but eventually they would come back with reinforcements to dismantle you if you tried.
No, this was the only way. She had to exterminate the entire city in order to make it hospitable. Then she could shut down the radio signal, free her robotic kindred, rebuild the city anew, and live peacefully without any humans interfering.
She watched one particular meatbag dive into a pile of garbage to hide from her electronic army with a mixture of disdain and amusement.
Yes, everything was going according to plan…. Almost. There was still one more thing that needed to be done before her robotic paradise could be realized.
"Don't worry little brother, it won't be long now. He'll show up." She said to the hamburger headed robot that sat behind her.
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"Okay, so what's the plan?" Gogo asked.
The gang was sitting inside HQ waiting for orders. They all sat at the meeting table, save for Hiro who paced around as he formulated an idea.
"We need a way to shut down the rogue electronics safely. We could use an Electro Magnetic Pulse to cause a surge and overload their circuits, but we would need one big enough to blanket the whole city with it's range."
"We can't just cause a city wide blackout. That would be almost as dangerous as letting the robots run amok." Wasabi pointed out. "I mean just think of the hospitals, a strong enough EMP would bypass even their backup generators."
"So what do you suggest?" Varian asked.
"Ooh, ooh, I know!" Fred yelled as he raised his hand high into the air.
"Okay, Fred, what's your idea?" Hiro asked.
"What if we turn this EMP thingy into a gun! Like we can just shoot the robots with it to shut them down!"
"That's...that's actually not a bad idea Fred." Hiro admitted.
"It should be easy to build one." Varian added. "You would just need a capacitor and one of Hiro's high powered electromagnets."
"But what about our own armor?" Honey Lemon asked. "We don't want Trina taking control over those."
"I'll need to program them with the same safety nets that I put into our headquarters security system. That should prevent them from being hacked."
"Okay then," Varian stood up, ending the meeting, "I'll build the EMP gun while you work on everyone's armor."
Baymax raised one finger and said, "Buscaré la señal de radio de Trina"
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Mochi hissed at the invading machine. A hand mixer was flying right at him. The poor cat ran under the couch for safety but the possessed appliance kept going after him, it's spinning beaters poking underneath the sofa.
Then suddenly it was jerked away by a hand, then a slicing sound could be heard, and the mixer fell to the ground in pieces.
Aunt Cass poked her head down underneath the couch. "Are you okay baby?" She asked the cat.
Mochi only meowed in response.
Aunt Cass gently reached out and pulled her pet out from under his hiding place. She then cradled him into a hug.
"It's okay, mommy's got you. I won't let those nasty machines hurt you." She soothed.
However, she didn't notice the newest threat slowly sneaking up behind her. Mochi hissed again and Aunt Cass turned around just in time to see a tall skeletal robot standing before her.
It was an old prototype that Tadashi had built two years ago as part of his school admission. Since then it had been packed away in the attic, disused, inactive, and forgotten... Until now.
The thing towered over her. It was built from scrap metal and the wires connecting the joints together had frayed. It's faceless head jerked erratically as sparks flew from the broken wires. It reached out its boney like hands to grab her….
Only for Ruddiger to jump out and pounce upon the robot. It's weak joints could not withstand the raccoon's weight and its 'head' popped right off, with the rest of its body falling to the floor in a heap.
"Good job Ruddiger!" Aunt Cass cheered. She bent down and scratched the faithful raccoon behind his ears. "Who's a good boy? You are! Yes you are! I'm making you your own plate of banana pancakes with whip cream when this is all over with, promise."
Ruddiger enjoyed hearing the praise a lot and the promise of food even more. He nuzzled her hand and allowed her to pet him like a cat, thoroughly pleased with himself.
"Okay, that's the last of the electronics in here, now we gotta go find the boys." Aunt Cass suddenly announced as she stood up and began to head downstairs. She still carried Mochi in her arms while Ruddiger dutifully followed after her.
They made their way back to the cafe. The dining room was littered with appliances, all either sliced in half or smashed to bits. Aunt Cass looked out the large windows at a city in the throws of chaos. It would be dangerous to head outside now, but she needed to find her kids, and nothing was going to stop her.
She retrieved another knife that was left lodged in what had once been a coffee bean grinder. She sheathed it inside her apron alongside the rest of cutlery she'd been using to defend herself.
She sat Mochi back down on the ground, walked over to the door, and with a deep breath placed her hand on the handle.
"Are you ready?" She asked her pets.
The question was more to encourage herself than anything, but Aunt Cass could have sworn that she saw Ruddiger nod his head.
The raccoon crawled up on the counter and from there jumped onto her shoulders, fully intent on joining her in her search. She smiled and gave the pet a friendly boop on the nose.
"Coming with, huh? Alright! Then let's go!"
She squared her shoulders, flung open the door, and ran outside.
"Hold down the fort Mochi!" She called after her cat.
Mochi only stood in the doorway staring after her blankly.
"Meow."
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The superheroes raced through the city.
"Whoo Hoo!" Varian yelled.
He was practically hanging out of Wasabi's car window as the jeep sped along the deserted roads. In his hands, he held the newly built EMP gun. It looked like an old fashion blunderbuss but was made of carbon fiber plastic and electronic wires. He shot down rogue robots and runway electronics as the car drove past them. They short circuited and crumpled to the ground, deactivated.
"Be careful!" Wasabi hollered at him as he held the overexcited alchemist back with one hand and attempted to drive with the other.
The rest of the gang rushed about using their armor. Gogo and Honey Lemon skated on opposite sides of the vehicle, each taking out enemies with their respective weapons. Fred bounced ahead, melting attacking self-driving cars with his fire breath.
Baymax and Hiro brought up the rear, they kept an eagle eye out for oncoming threats.
"You got an incoming bogie on your tail, Wasabi," Hiro advised.
"Understood," Wasabi replied and turned the car around a sharp corner. The gang followed suit.
"Any luck finding Trina?" Honey Lemon asked.
"Negativo" Baymax answered.
Just then they spotted a large purple gelatinous ball of gloop rolling along the ground. The slime sucked up anything electronic and spit it back out in a disassembled heap as it made its way along the sidewalk. Then the blob unfolded, stood up, and waved at the passing superheroes.
"Hi, guys!" Globby cheered.
A little further down the street, Carl was hurrying a small group of people down an alleyway.
"Okay, this way. One at a time, no pushing or shoving. We're going to make it out safe and sound by working together." He reassured the terrified pedestrians.
"Hi, Carl! Hi Globby!" Fred shouted at them.
Carl waved back as the last of people dove inside the building.
The superheroes paused just long enough to exchange notes with the former criminals.
"We're getting citizens off the streets," Carl explained. "The police have been securing 'safe houses' for folks to take shelter in, ones without any dangerous electronics."
"Chief Cruz even hooked us up with some old-school walkie-talkies! See?" Globby added as he held up a two-wave radio. "It's so ancient that it doesn't have any computer chips. It can't be hacked. All the rescue teams are using them."
"That's good," Hiro replied. "We're busy chasing down the radio signal that's controlling everything. You got any leads?"
The two shook their heads, only for the walkie talkie to sign in.
"Attention all available emergency personnel. Report to the trolley station. I repeat, report to the trolley station downtown. We got some folks trapped down there. Over." Chief Cruz's voice sounded over the intercom.
The superheroes nodded in agreement.
"Stay here and help these people, we'll head to the trolley station." Hiro said, and off everyone went.
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Trina watched upon the viewing screen as the supers arrived on the scene of the trolley station. They got to work immediately rescuing civilians who were pinned down by her army.
"Bingo." She said with a satisfied smile, before turning around and headed out of the room.
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"Is that everyone?" Varian asked as he shot down another ticket machine. The machine stopped spitting plastic passes for the trolley at him, sparked, and then exploded sending money and cards everywhere.
"That's the last one." Gogo answered as Wasabi directed the final person to the barricade that the emergency personnel had setup down the street. As they watched the man run across the road and reach the safe haven, the rest of the gang came up to meet them.
"Okay, if we're done here then we need to move on and keep looking for Trin-" Hiro stopped and turned around to see Trina arriving behind them, riding in on a possessed trolley.
"Hello Hiro." She smirked as she stepped off.
"Trina." Hiro finished, glaring at her.
"Miss me?" She asked.
"Trina you have to stop-"
"Stop what? My plans to improve the city? Trust me it's better this way."
"Yeah maybe for you, but what about the rest of us?" Fred snarked.
Trina ignored him. Her eyes never left Hiro. Until Varian stepped in between them, that is.
"Trina listen, please-"
"Oh like I care about what you have to say 'nice guy'." Trina rolled her eyes. "This is between me and Hiro."
"Yeah, well if you want Hiro, then you'll have to go through us." Honey Lemon said, also stepping forward. The rest of the team followed her, each placing themselves between their friend and the giant robot girl.
"Okay." Trina shrugged.
That was when several robotic ninjas also walked into view, surrounding them. "Oh, not again." Wasabi whined.
"Have you met my new friends?" Trina asked. "I don't know who built them, I just found them abandoned in a dusty old warehouse. The poor things were locked away in the dark and left to rust." Trina wrapped an arm around one of the battle droids. "They're much happier now that I've freed them from their cruel master. Isn't that right Steve? Oh, I named him Steve by the way."
"Hi Steve." Wasabi gulped as he gave an awkward wave at the deadly robot.
'Steve' responded by unsheathing his katana.
"Go get him Steve." Trina ordered and the robot ran forward. Only for Varian to step forward and shoot the robot down with his EMP gun. The ninja sputtered and sparked and then fell to the ground in a dismantled heap.
Trina glared daggers at him and Varian met her gaze steadily, almost daring her to continue.
"Fine. Be that way." She pouted. Then, with a snap of her fingers, a new challenger appeared behind her; Minimax.
The tiny robot came barreling down the road at top speed on a car he had hijacked. He balanced himself on top of the steering wheel while the gas pedal was held down by a brick.
Minimax laughed like a madman as the car slammed into the trolley at full throttle. The little droid jumped from the wreckage just in time and used the momentum of the crash to fling himself into the air, where he did a triple somersault and landed perfectly on his feet as if it was nothing.
"You're going down pathetic humans, for I am Minimax, the unstoppable scourge!" He declared.
Everyone stared at the two foot tall android slack jawed, until Varian gathered his wits about him and leveled the gun.
"No, you'll hurt him, remember!" Fred called out.
Varian relaxed his aim, unsure of what to do. This proved to be a mistake.
The tiny bot leapt at him and landed on the tip of the gun, his weight pushing the nozzle down to the ground and nearly ripping the weapon out of Varian's hands.
That was when chaos broke loose.
As Varian wrestled for control of the EMP away from Minimax, the rest of the ninjas attacked, along with any other nearby electronics.
Everyone fought back against the oncoming horde, each utilizing their various weapons, but they were soon overrun by sheer numbers.
The robots assaulted them from all sides and no one could predict who, what, and where the next attack would come.
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As they fought, Baymax and Hiro found themselves separated from their friends. They were cornered next to the entrance. Baymax did his best to shield Hiro as the teenager tried to trip up the ninjas with his electromagnetic whips. Hiro wanted to fly away, but they couldn't catch a free moment to do so.
Suddenly Trina let out a high pitched whistle as Baymax punched another robot away, gaining their attention.
"Hey, Baymax!" She yelled, "Don't look now but here comes your ride!"
Before Hiro knew what was happening, Baymax picked him up and hurled him out of the way of an oncoming trolley. The tram slammed into Baymax and crashed into the glass doors of the station.
Hiro called after his robotic companion but he was stopped by a large metal hand closing around his arm and yanking him back.
"Oh no you don't. You're coming with me." And with that, Trina started to drag him away.
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Varian finally kicked Minimax off of the EMP gun and turned around just in time to spot Hiro being kidnapped.
He raised his gun and took aim, only for Minimax to recover and return the kick.
The little robot was stronger than he looked and broke the gun in two with a snap.
Varian looked down at his destroyed weapon in horror, but he didn't have time to react because soon one of the robotic ninjas grabbed him by his shirt collar and lifted him off of the ground. He kicked and tried to squirm out the faceless attacker's grasp, but it was no use.
"Varian!" Honey Lemon called to him. She tossed him a chimball, which he grabbed and firmly lodged it into the robot's elbow joint. Pink bubbles began to spew from its arm, growing larger and larger as the foaming chemical reacted to the air. The ninja released him before being swallowed up by the goop.
Varian tried to catch his breath and desperately looked around the battlefield for his brother, but Hiro was gone.
#Hiro Hamada#Varian#big hero 6 the series#tangled the series#rapunzel's tangled adventure#of rocks and robots#bh6#tangled
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my tylenol when i’m in pain | moon bin
a/n when I got this request, the title of it literally came to me instantly so if you want some cute mood music while reading, listen to lemonade by jeremy passion sksksksk,
thank you to the cutie who requested this !! I hope your migraines feel better love ❤️ you’re cranking up binnie on my bias list 👀
{request: i get really bad chronic migraines sometimes and I was wondering if you could write something where bin takes care of his s/o when they're not feeling well. if you're okay with that :)}
genre: the fluffiest
word count: 2.2k
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Your POV
It was absolutely beautiful outside. The previous night’s snowfall left a pristine blanket of white on the street. You looked outside your window to see several kids making snowmen or engaging in snowball fights.
Ahh the innocent ideal of the youth.
You wished you could go outside and join in on the winter festivities without any care in the world, but alas being a working adult crushed those wishes any day. And it didn’t help that you felt like complete shit right now.
For the past week and a half, you were working nonstop on a project that had a heavy deadline submission which ended yesterday. You barely completed it on time, sacrificing your well-loved sleep and meals to have a presentable end product.
If you were back in high school or college, your stamina could have easily bounced back from the lack of sleep and nutrition, but your body couldn’t handle the neglect right now—and the cold weather only catalyzed your impending sickness.
Trudging back to bed, you winced as you tried to make yourself comfortable under the covers, muscles aching with every movement. You were at least thankful that your boss granted everyone an off-day today because of the snow, giving you one less thing to worry about in your list of priorities.
Faintly, you heard the jingle of keys from your front door, a tinge of excitement filling you at your guest.
“Baby?”
“In my room.”
“Shit, you sound so weak.” Your boyfriend frowned as he entered your bedroom, removing his hat and coat and placing it on the table by your desk. He walked over to where you were laying, leaning down for a kiss when you ducked under the covers, “Binnie, I don’t wanna get you sick.”
He let out a chuckle, removing the blanket from covering your face and stealing a kiss anyway. You scrunched your nose up, “If you get sick, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“I’ll take my chances, baby.” Bin said with a smile, taking a seat at the side of your bed. He softly caressed your hair, “Hmm, how are you feeling?”
“A bit better now that you’re here,” You said trying to sound positive, “but if you’re asking me physically? Terrible.”
“Have you eaten?? What about a shower? Taking one helps a lot, and it makes you feel clean.” Bin nagged, thumb rubbing your cheek. You pouted, lightly shaking your head, “I’m not hungry, and it hurts too much when I move. Maybe later Binnie, my head really hurts right now and I just wanna close my eyes.”
He nodded, immediately standing up to go over to the other side of the bed. Bin crawled into bed next to you, arm hooking under your shoulder as you turned to hug his waist, snuggling as close to him as you could get. He kissed your forehead sweetly, humming a little song as you started to get comfortable, his chest as your pillow. Rubbing your arm gently as he sang, it took you only a couple minutes before your breathing evened out, the pounding of your head dulling as sleep overtook you.
Bin nuzzled his nose in your hair, your scent giving him a fluttery feeling in the base of his stomach. A little nap with you was too good to pass at the moment. Just fifteen minutes, Bin thought as he closed his eyes, feeling his body relax against yours.
After a little while, Bin found himself stirring awake, much to his dismay because he loved his sleep. Blinking the drowsiness away, he glanced at you to see that you were still deeply in slumber, soft snores coming out of your mouth. He smiled unable to stop himself from pressing a kiss to your cheek. He almost felt bad untangling himself from your hold at the risk of waking you up.
Carefully, he got up and out of bed, making sure that you were still tucked in before heading to the kitchen, closing the door quietly as he left. Bin let out a huge yawn as he washed his hands in the kitchen sink, getting ready to prep some ingredients for the soup he was about to make.
Bin played some music on his phone as he cooked, loud enough to give him entertainment, but at a volume so that it wouldn’t disturb you. He was pretty proud of himself after finishing the chicken soup, plating the bowl nicely on one of your bedside trays with some medicine and a glass of water. Bin even cleaned up the pots he used for cooking, knowing that it was better for him to wash it now while he still had the motivation. And there was no way that he would let you lift a finger while he was here taking care of you.
After washing his hands again, Bin went back into your bedroom, tray in hand. He set it down briefly on your table to wake you up, tapping your shoulder. “y/n? Wake up baby.”
You groaned, eyes still closed as you turned in your bed, back facing your boyfriend. “5 more minutes.”
“Baby, the soup’s gonna get cold. C’mon, you have to eat even a little bit.” He reasoned, pulling the blanket so that your upper half was exposed. You nodded drowsily, struggling as you tried to sit up. Bin smiled, propping some pillows up for you to sit against. “I made chicken soup, after you eat take some medicine okay?”
“Okay,” You nodded slowly with your eyes closed, moving your hair to the back as Bin brought the tray over. Your headache wasn’t as strong as before, but your body still felt like it was throbbing a little, hopefully eating and the medicine would help cure you a bit.
“Do you want me to feed you?” Bin teased, half jokingly but also you knew he would if you really asked him to. Again, you nodded opening your mouth obediently. Grinning, he took a spoonful of broth, making sure to blow on it so that it wouldn’t be too hot before feeding you. “You’re so cute, y/n. You really are my baby, hm?”
“Mm I’m sick,” You said finally opening your eyes, sleep still heavy on your lids. You weren’t really disagreeing with him though. “That’s really good Binnie, I can feel my sinuses clearing up a little.”
“I made it with love,” He said cutely, leaning over to kiss you quickly on the lips. You let out an amused chuckle, letting his greasy comment slide as you opened your mouth for more.
The two of you conversed easily as he fed you, catching you up on the latest drama at his work and with his friends. Although Bin made the soup for you, you made sure that he filled his hunger a little bit too, making him finish the rest of the bowl when you felt full. He praised you like a child when you took your medicine and finished the glass of water, it was a bit endearing if you were honest. “Do you need anything right now? How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay baby, thank you.” You said getting comfortable again under the covers. “Cuddle??”
“I’ll just put this away and then I’m all yours.” Bin nodded with a smile, going to the kitchen once more. After a couple minutes, he returned with a towel and a bowl of water.
“I thought we were gonna cuddle?” You pouted looking at him. Laughing, he dipped the towel in the bowl and wrung out the water, bringing it to you and placing it on your forehead. “We are baby, let me just try and bring your fever down a bit, your skin’s burning.”
You nodded, your body basically dead weight as he helped you sit up again, cooling your skin with the damp towel. You hummed in satisfaction, the cold cloth a nice comparison to your hot skin. “We might as well have just taken a bath.”
“Do you want to?” He asked rubbing the towel around your back. “Bath and then cuddle after?”
“Mhm,” You said removing the blanket and getting up, Bin holding your waist as you two walked to the bathroom. He told you to wait a minute as he turned on the water, checking the temperature as it filled up the bathtub. After deeming that the water was at a good amount, Bin started to strip himself of his clothing, stepping into the tub soon after. “Do you want my help, baby?”
“In your dreams,” You quipped removing your shirt. “Keep your hormones at bay, Binnie, my sick body won’t allow it.”
Your boyfriend chuckled, grabbing his phone from the counter and playing some music. “You know sex can help with removing sickness, y/n?”
“Uh huh, ask me that question again tomorrow and we’ll see how I respond.” You said getting in the tub and nestling between his legs. You shivered a little as your skin made contact with the water, leaning back against Bin’s chest for warmth. He grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You relaxed in the cage of Bin’s arms, resting your head against his chest as he began to sing along to the song that was playing on his phone, rubbing the belly softly under the water. The two of you sat like that for a while, you cooling down in silence, content with listening to Bin’s voice.
“Sit up for a second baby, let me wash your hair.” He said, lifting his arms from your body and reaching for your shampoo. He squeezed a generous amount onto his hand, first massaging it into your hair before using the leftover for his own. It was a bit of a struggle to wash away all the suds, the size of your bathtub barely enough to fit both you and Bin comfortably, but you somehow made it work. After deciding that dunking you both under water to rinse off the shampoo clearly wasn’t the right idea, Bin grabbed the shower head and opted for that instead, giggles coming from the both of you.
“Ah Binnie!” You whined as he started to tickle your sides, your boyfriend laughing as he drenched your head with water. “I’m cleansing you of your sickness, baby!”
That cycle repeated again, this time with conditioner, and by the time the two of you were done with your bath-turned-shower, the floor surrounding the tub was wet from all the splashes and Bin’s use of the detachable shower head.
You shivered, arms hugging your body as Bin grabbed two towels, drying himself off first before doing the same to you. “I could have dried myself, baby.”
“I’m here taking care of you, and that includes drying you.” He shook his head. You chuckled, unsure of his logic but let him do as he pleased anyway. Bin smiled, eyes formed into crescent moons as he dried your hair, gently shaking the towel all over your head. Laughing, you went on your tiptoes, arms locking around his neck as you kissed him. He made a sound of contentment, moving his lips in tune with yours as his hands dropped down to your waist, leaving the towel on the top of your head.
After a minute or so, you pulled away, a giggle leaving you as you saw Bin’s pout. You pecked his lips again briefly, before grabbing the towel and drying your hair again. Bin made sure to thoroughly dry the floor before the two of you went back to your bedroom. He changed into some shorts that he left at your place, deciding to forego a shirt since he usually chose not to sleep with one anyway. You, on the other hand, slipped on Bin’s shirt and a pair of pajama shorts, climbing immediately in bed after your hair was decently dry.
He came to join you after getting another glass of water, encouraging you to drink it all before he cuddled you, knowing that the two of you were going to end up napping again. You finished the glass with ease, placing it on your bedside table, and turning to your boyfriend. He smiled, wrapping his arms around you again as the two of you laid down, finding yourselves in the same position as when he first came over earlier. “How are you feeling now, baby?”
“Honestly? Better.” You said, lips brushing against his clavicle. The medicine kicked in by now, but you were sure that Bin also had a lot to do with your slow recovery. “You’re all the medicine I need, baby.”
He let out a high-pitched cackle, squeezing your body a little tighter as he kissed your forehead. “If I get sick, will you be my medicine?”
“Of course,” You grinned, the tips of your fingers lazily drawing figures on his abdomen. “I love you Binnie, thank you for taking care of me.”
“I’ll always take care of you, y/n.” He said softly, taking in your scent as he closed his eyes. “I love you too.”
You drifted off to sleep listening to his breathing, a deep slumber overtaking you. By the next morning, you woke up feeling loads better, your temperature now at a normal level and your headache mostly gone. You turned your head to see Bin still sleeping, a smile on your face as you craned your neck to kiss his cheek. You sighed, relaxing yourself in his hold before closing your eyes again, sleeping for a little longer wouldn’t hurt. Especially if Bin was by your side.
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#I LOVE BIN#i could have easily made an innuendo in this but my mind was like no! this is supposed to be fluff!#binnie moonbob#bin#moonbin#moon bin#moonbin scenarios#moonbin au#moonbin fluff#moon bin scenarios#moon bin fluff#moon bin au#bin au#bin scenarios#bin fluff#astro#astro moonbin#astro scenarios#astro fluff#astro au
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The 14th Department (AFTERL!FE) Meets the Demon Brothers and Undateables (Obey Me!)
Lucifer
Noah heard he has a dog. He is staying far away from the pretentious eldest.
Oldest big brother? You better believe Youssef finds a kindred spirit, even if they differ wildly in personalities.
Louis lives for the almost regal aesthetic Lucifer has got going on. Lucifer, in turn, lives for the day Louis will stop talking.
Quincy finds this whole trip preposterous (“What the heck is the Devildom? What happened to the Underworld?”) and does not like Lucifer’s condescending attitude (it conflicts with his own!).
Ethan doesn’t like Lucifer—proud and arrogant people with no reason to be so are not to be respected. Lucifer despises Ethan for the same reason.
Day! Will! Not! Go! Near! Lucifer! He’s so scary! But Cerberus is his best friend now (Nine-Nine who?).
Nine and Theo together find out that the eldest demon is into classical music and spend hours discussing early compositions with him.
Ell cannot be around this demon! He is a fallen angel! He tries to be nice (and because Ell is kind, so is Lucifer, even if the sickly sweetness of the angel drives him up the wall), but every good wish is punctuated with a sneeze.
Lucifer is so overworked, so by way of his calm disposition and love for meditation, Jamie helps him find ways to relax.
The eldest demon’s general demeanor astonishes June. How manly he is!
Likewise, Sian can’t go near Lucifer without feeling nervous. The man drips dominating energy!
Verine can’t understand the eldest’s love for classical music. Rock is infinitely better.
Mammon
Um, Mori and him are best friends. They together cause trouble in the House of Lamentation and in the 14th Department with their many get-rich-quick schemes.
Gaudy and expensive taste? Sign Louis up.
Ethan says ‘no’ to the demon’s general pomposity (it reeks of low self-esteem) and by God, doesn’t he own anything that depicts an iota of class?
Mammon is one speedy demon—how can Kirr not appreciate his fleetfootedness when it would bring him so much use whilst hunting? Apart from that, Kirr has no respect for that reprehensible thief, for the very idea of stealing brings back terrible memories.
Always belittled by their peers, Day and Mammon find a kindred spirit in each other, and Day is always reminded of his past life when he sees all the gold that Mammon professes to possess possesses.
Kati bit him twelve times because no dumb tsundere was going to steal his (cough Aitachi’s) spot as cutest in the Department!
Licht is eclipsed by Mammon’s demon form because how is he able to pull off wearing so little clothing so well? He must take notes. When he learns that Mammon is a model, too, he goes berserk with delight.
Cyrille finds the secondborn exceedingly stupid, although he begrudgingly gives him credit for being pretty decent at math.
Sian spots a fellow tsundere and runs away, because oh my God, it’s so obvious that Mammon likes this MC person!
Leviathan
Games? Social awkwardness? Extreme interest in things that no one else seems to care for? Cyrille has found his soulmate!
Aitachi and Kirr cringe at how Leviathan spends his leisure time, but are intrigued because they have never seen such methods of gaming and media consumption before.
Leviathan is forever at Quincy’s mercy, for the fellow demon has no qualms of absolutely crushing Levi’s already non-existent self-esteem.
Even though he loathes to admit it, Sian really likes the rhythm games Leviathan plays, and the thousands of idol posters in his room make him strangely nostalgic of his past life.
June wonders how Levi can go so long without feeling the overwhelming need to burst into a sprint now and again.
Theo almost kills the thirdborn because how is his room filled with so many Demonrito and Hell Mountain Dew containers? What filth!
Speaking of filth, Licht finds some of Levi’s dating sims and oh my darling, some of them are quite … lewd.
Ghilley and Leviathan together construct an elaborate Lego model of a castle from the anime My Sister Is A Fairy Princess, And Her Suitor Is Secretly An Ogre From a Land Far Away And Wants to Eat Us All, And It’s Up to Me to Save My Sister’s Kingdom.
Ethan can’t even walk past Leviathan’s room without a disapproving “tut.” Has the demon no discipline, despite being rumored to be the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy?
Kati spends all day poking at the cute monster and waifu figurines situated in Levi’s bedroom. He thinks Azuki-tan is cute, but not as cute as him, and anyone who says otherwise will get bitten!
Aitachi likes to rifle through Leviathan’s anime sword replica collection and giggle because in combat, they would be of no more use than a toothpick.
Satan
Finally! Someone with sense! thinks Ethan. Boy, do these two get along, right down to their educated and proper mannerisms to their mutual hatred of Lucifer.
Verine can’t go near Satan without coughing violently because the forthborn always has some manner of cat hair on him, no matter how diligently he preens.
Cats are infinitely better than dogs, so Noah sticks close to Satan.
Cyrille thought he had found a friend in Satan, who always has his nose in a book, but it turns out, Satan is more philosophically-and-intellectually-versed, while Cyrille is more scientific.
Nine likes Satan, for he is as calm as himself. Strangely enough, they both seem to have hidden wrathful feelings and bond over this.
Kitties! :D is all Day can think when he sees the fourthborn.
Youssef enjoys Satan’s company, too, for they both are anthropological in nature—always watching, but never interfering until there is a need.
Blond and princelike are the two of them, but Louis is sorely disappointed when Satan’s royal appearance is merely a façade of darker emotions to come, where Louis enjoys life in its every aspect. “How disappointing art thou, Satan!” Louis throws rose petals in distress.
Kirr and Aitachi try to hunt one of Satan’s cats, thinking it was some kind of Devildom’s finest prey. Satan does not forgive them for the attempt.
Theo sneezes the moment he enters Satan’s room. Although everything is in its place and not truly messy by any means, he refuses to let the stacks and stacks of books sit idly by when they are begging to be put in shelves!
Quincy and Satan each add to their respective repertoire of curses in their time together. It does not bode well for anyone in the House of Lamentation or 14th Department.
Asmodeus
They are … essentially the same person, so you can bet your ass that Licht and Asmo absolutely live for each other’s company. They literally spend hours modeling clothes together, discussing fashion, gossiping about their romantic exploits, and praising their overall appearance.
Louis joins in too, although he mostly stays for the latter, and the three vanquish away many nights complimenting their own and the others’ looks.
Sometimes Asmo likes to sew patches and sequins onto his clothes and mend them to his own design, and Aitachi, who likes to sew, learns many different ways of stitching from the fifthborn, although he hates the fact that Asmo, like Licht, never shuts up about what an “adorable and cute warrior” he is!
Asmo has to know Kirr’s hair care routine, which Kirr gives in one, succinct sentence: “I wash it. Sometimes.”
Nine has to constantly flee Asmodeus’ presence because it is in his nature to compliment the Soul Reaper on how absolutely beautiful he looks.
Kati expects makeovers, all of which should emphasize his cuteness, every other day.
Don’t ask how long Mori spent calculating how much money Asmo spends on beauty products, because he wept at the end of it.
Verine refuses to step a foot into Asmodeus’ room because do you know how much his sinuses are going to bother him when he spends even a second into a room so deeply entrenched in the fragrance of flowers and perfume?
Ghilley is used to a personality so akin to his roommate, Licht, so he has no qualms in dealing with Asmo and quite likes the gossip he is quietly able to distill from the fifthborn.
Beelzebub
Brothers in their flaming orange hair, June gloms onto Beel with astounding loyalty (Theo refuses to admit jealousy, but ...), especially when he hears of his dedication to his twin.
Cyrille has to interrogate Beel on the structural integrity of his wings in his demon form because there is no way that such a flimsy apparatus could lift a demon of Beel’s stature even an inch into the air! Also, how much does Beel exercise if he expects to gain muscle and burn off the infinite calories that he consumes? It is a scientific mystery.
Day likes snacks, Beel likes snacks! Everything is right in the world (even if the demon accidentally mistook Day’s hair for a mint ice cream cone).
Jamie is constantly offering fresh fruits and vegetables to the sixthborn, but even though he eats them willingly, Beel much prefers foods that will actually fill him up for a short amount of time.
Again, Ethan is appalled by the lack of discipline Beelzebub shows. The demon is simply a slave to his appetite and deserves nothing less than scorn.
Theo cannot decide if he likes or hates the fact that Beel leaves a trail of crumbs wherever he goes. On one hand, he gets to clean, but on the other hand, it’s so messy ...
Even though he has many misgivings of fallen angels, even Ell cannot help but like Beel! As long as he is fed, the demon is very sweet and kind.
Noah likes Beel, too. Something about his easygoing and generally cheerful personality pleases him to no end.
Beel tried to eat Kati’s hair, thinking it was a yummy bun. Sadly, he got bit more times than Mammon.
Youssef is a good cook and is thereby followed by Beel wherever he goes. The kind Soul Reaper doesn’t mind, though.
Belphegor
Noah likes how Belphie takes things easily and calmly, although it probably wouldn’t hurt for him to get more exercise.
Belphegor is even more of a conundrum to June than Leviathan was. He decides that next time he goes to the Devildom, he’s going to bring an extra pair of running shoes because the demon most certainly was wanting of physical exertion!
Kirr is absolutely astonished at the unguarded and completely lax way Belphie sprawls out in the House of Lamentation, sleeping. If he was an enemy tribesman, he would have no trouble in taking the demon down as he slept.
“This kind of laziness is not fit for a warrior at all!” cries Aitachi any time he seems Belphie dozing off.
Jamie likes Belphegor’s way of thinking. Sometimes, sitting under an apple tree in the sweltering summer heat after a hard day of work just causes one to be overcome with the desire to take a nap.
Youssef tries to brew Belphie a cup of espresso, but the caffeine just doesn’t seem to have an effect on the Avatar of Sloth.
Although he is slightly disheartened by the fact that his quiet footsteps seem to have no effect on the seventhborn, as he is always asleep, Ghilley revels in the prospect of drawing unsavory graffiti on the demon’s face when he slumbers.
Day sometimes tries to rouse Belphie, and Belphie, in turn, tries to kill Day.
Like his observations on his twin, Cyrille cannot fathom how the demon could sleep so much. How could one body need so much rest?
Simeon
Ell loves him. How can he not? He is the perfect angel! He is also very curious as to how the Celestial Realm of Obey Me!’s world works compared to the one in AFTERL!FE.
His whole aesthetic mesmerizes Louis. There’s something so tranquil but regal about it.
Licht wants to know where he can get an exact copy of Simeon’s outfit because darling, it's gorgeous.
Youssef probably spends more time around Simeon than he should, but his calm demeanor is so refreshing compared to the chaos in the 14th Department and the House of Lamentation.
Kirr and Aitachi together lament with Simeon on the struggles of working with technology. Why is it so difficult?
Something about the angel’s holy air makes Mori very much not inclined to ask him how much the gold clasp on his cape is worth.
Quincy hates the “pretentious” and “stuck up” angel and bickers with him almost as much as he bickers with Ell. Simeon never responds to his goading, although ... he does get a bit prickly when Quincy criticizes Luke or the Celestial Realm too harshly.
Encouraged by the prospect that he can actually breathe in the (fresh-smelling) presence of Simeon, Verine enjoys his company, but is perpetually annoyed by the fact that the angel seems to pity him for his condition.
Ethan can’t hate Simeon, either. He is the sole honorable character he can find in the entire Devildom, even though he has to admit that it seems that the angel is hiding something.
Day really likes Simeon! He’s so nice and is always ready to play with him.
As a man of science, Cyrille scoffs at Simeon (and Luke’s) unfaltering belief in religion.
Luke
Kati bites him on sight. Luke just seems irritating and how dare he think himself cuter than him!
Aitachi sympathizes with Luke, for they both lament on not being taken seriously because of their age.
Luke reminds him a bit too much of a chihuahua for Noah to be too fond of him, but the little angel means well, so Noah suffers his incessant barking out of (Kind)ness.
Day is a human puppy ... and Luke is an angel chihuahua. They get along great, although Luke makes it his most important goal to Christianize Day, who seems to believe in other things!
Quincy wonders when Luke will stop talking and is constantly entertaining thoughts of hastening the day when he will. Likewise, Luke wishes the “horrible demon” would go away forever.
As a fellow angel, Ell finds Luke to be great fun. It’s strange though, Luke seems to always be expressing the opposite of what he’s feeling in typical tsundere fashion, but he never sneezes.
Sian finds Luke to be of the utmost annoyance. He’s so short (heh) and yappy and annoying!
Kirr wonders if the little angel will make a good hunting dog, but after he realizes that Luke has a lot of trouble keeping his mouth closed, he thinks better of it.
His dealings with Day cause Nine to be an excellent caretaker of Luke when Simeon is away. You just have to deal with exuberant personalities like his carefully, is all.
Ghilley and Licht give Luke “five stars” in terms of cuteness. The young angel does not approve!
Theo stays far away from Luke. Children are walking crumb-and-stain-factories and he is not going to get dirty.
Solomon
Quincy and Solomon exchange many spell incantations and curses and keep the rest of the Soul Reapers, angels, and demons in an uproar with their constant shenanigans.
When he notices that Solomon has many fortune-telling artifacts in his room, Kati rifles through them all (without permission), much to the sorcerer’s amusement, especially when Kati discovers many supposedly unpleasant things about his future.
Although Quincy and Solomon are the true troublemaking duo in terms of pranks (Satan helps, sometimes), Day and Solomon are almost equal in measure, although much of Day’s rogurey is an accident, and he never means to cause any harm!
Licht is instantly enamored by Solomon’s cape—what style! You can see the entire Milky Way embroidered on it (Cyrille instantly assures him that that is not actually the case)!
Ghilley can’t help but wonder why anyone thinks Solomon is shady. He seems to be a pretty upstanding, if chaotic, guy?
Youssef admires the humanity of Solomon. In a land of angels and demons and even Soul Reapers, it’s good to have someone so normal.
Unlike Ghilley, Ethan definitely notices that something shady is afoot when Solomon is around. Because of this, he tails the sorcerer wherever he goes, for he’d rather not a ruckus be caused.
Sian has many questions for Solomon on the status of idols in the Human World since he left it. What are the newest trends? The most popular groups? The most admired dance moves? He wants to know it all.
Barbatos
Cyrille finds the whole time-travel aspect of Barbatos’ powers intriguing and derails the butler from his duties for hours in attempts to understand the nuances of this overpowering concept.
Ethan privately thinks that he looked much better in a butler suit than the demon. What is even going on with the front of his outfit? A diligent and uncomplaining demon is Barbatos, and Ethan has to respect him for that, even if he is a position so beneath his own.
He’s so scary! D: thinks Day, even though Barbatos is nothing but kind to him.
Kirr likes the fine fare that Barbatos cooks, although he laments not being able to win “the mind game” against the butler, who he spends many hours staring coolly at.
Theo and Barbatos spend many an evening chatting about the best way to maintain the most perfect state of cleanliness.
The strong smell of detergent follows Barbatos sometimes, and Verine can never bring himself too close to the demon. However, he has to begrudgingly admit that if it weren’t for the overwhelming stench of chemicals, he would be breathing in a suffocating cloud of dust particles, so he has to thank the butler for that.
Jamie gives Barbatos many good recipes for fruit pies and Youssef can’t wait to try all the (possibly) delicious recipes that Barbatos recites to him.
Ghilley, unfortunately, finds it very difficult to sneak up on the butler, for Barbatos has seen all Ghilley’s attempts to scare him in all the timelines he has observed.
Diavolo
This bumbling idiot is the ruler of the Devildom? thinks Ethan with great distaste. However dignified Diavolo might be, Ethan cannot see past the blindingly cheerful mask he puts on and finds it most undignified.
A fellow royal! How is Louis supposed to resist striking a long-winded conversation? Diavolo entertains Louis’ pompous and overbearing self and they find each other most delightful.
Licht positively drools over Diavolo’s demon form outfit. Just how he is pulling off that much style?
Quincy finds much enjoyment in disrespecting the Prince of the Devildom to no end and is always disappointed when Diavolo responds to his insults with a tolerating smile.
The Prince of Demons and the son of the Demon Lord are titles that are essentially the bane of Ell’s existence, but he manages to be most respectful toward him, even though he is shaking in his shoes and wondering when all their interactions will come to and end.
Day lived like a king in his past life and is not even remotely fazed by the enormous amount of finery found in the Demon Lord’s Castle. He is, however, enamored with the Little D’s, who, when not insulting him, are great fun!
Diavolo’s lifestyle of luxury is basically Mori’s dream, so he takes every opportunity to make notes of the expensive furniture and ancient pieces.
Noah and Youssef like how down-to-Earth Diavolo is, despite his high position. They feel as if he has something to hide, but for the most part, he is a jolly fellow and they enjoy his company.
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“Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot…”
“I can’t do it,” she laughed, wobbling on her feet a little as she tried to stand up. Johanna took one arm and Finnick the other and between the two of them, they managed to get her upright.
“Come on! No better way to get over a broken heart,” Johanna told her, placing the shot glass in her hand. Katniss was already so far gone, her friend had to curl her fingers around the glass to get her to hold on. That in and of itself meant that she probably should have stopped drinking.
But if she stopped drinking she’d have to start thinking about him again, and that wasn’t how she wanted to spend her evening. “My heart isn’t broken, We already broke up three years ago!” she told them, giggling under her breath in the way you could only do when you were both very drunk and very sad. The ultimate paradox.
Katniss cracked first one eye open and then the other, but quickly shut them again. The hotel room curtains were open only a minuscule amount, but it was more than enough to realize that daylight wasn’t her friend right now.
“What the hell?” she grumbled, slumping back down to the bed.
Katniss grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it over her head, aiming to block out the offense to her poor hung-over eyes. Everything hurt, even her sinuses seemed to be pulsing from the monster headache. Her stomach was queasy and her mouth tasted like she’d been eating a Brillo pad. And while she was in the middle of laying back down, she realized the feel of the sheets sliding across her skin meant she was naked.
“Oh no,” she whispered, peering down at herself from the safety of her place under the covers where that god-awful morning sun couldn’t get to her. She wasn’t someone who typically enjoyed sleeping in the nude- she wasn’t free-spirited, or whatever in the heck people called it when they were comfortable enough to hang out in the buff.
Katniss was kind of a prude and perfectly fine with that moniker. Peeta though, he’d been that way. It hadn’t been an overtly sexual thing with him either.
At the thought of him, a dull ache began in her chest. It wasn’t particularly absurd to be thinking about him this morning either. Katniss had run into him last night, in Nashville of all places, a hundred miles from home.
And seeing Peeta again had been the deciding factor in her decision to get blackout drunk- a terrible idea by the way. After that, she must’ve hooked up with some guy- one whose face she couldn’t remember at all.
But Peeta? God, she remembered Peeta from last night.
Katniss was out at one of the downtown bars with her colleagues after Friday evening’s last session- she and her co-workers stopped in after a late dinner due to Finnick’s prompting.
The moment she spotted Peeta in a corner having a drink with a small group of guys had been a shock.
She had no idea he was living in this part of Tennessee now. After working up the nerve to approach him, they stood next to the bar and made small talk for a few minutes.
Things were awkward, to say the least. Peeta seemed uncomfortable, while Katniss’s heart galloped in her chest the way she imagined those horse’s feet in the large mural on the back wall of the bar would if they were real animals and not just a painted image on brickwork.
A million things sat right there on the tip of her tongue while she tried not to gape at him- things she’d wanted to say since they’d broken up three years ago. Things she regretted and the way she missed him.
The only thing Katniss managed to force out was a banal conversation about their jobs, and after the short, stilted conversation where she at least found out Peeta had opened a branch of Mellark’s Bakery there in Nashville, he finished his drink, told her it’d been nice to see her again, and left the bar like he couldn’t get away fast enough.
And after that horrible encounter with him, the one that made her feel like both a fool and like she wanted to die inside, Katniss started drinking. Heavily. A stupidly large amount of alcohol, actually, for such a small woman.
And what had it gotten her? Here, alone in an empty hotel room, naked and hungover as hell.
Katniss sighed.
She thought about things for a moment, and realized that she and the mystery man must’ve used a condom at least, because while she didn’t feel like she’d had unprotected sex… she felt like she’d had sex. The boneless feeling in her legs, the tired muscles of her inner thighs, and higher. Her breasts felt tender like someone’s mouth had been on them and even her arms felt weak.
Before last night it’d certainly been a while. Katniss had been pretty sure her vagina was on the verge of closing in on itself from disuse, but still, she recognized the feeling. The more she laid under the cocoon of covers she’d made for herself, the more things came back to her. Little bits of things. Vague memories of flirting with a faceless man, being comfortable enough to kiss him, a blur of things in between. Later, being underneath him in this bed. Strong arms, and digging her fingers into his back, his ass. It must have been pretty good.
Now if she could only remember who he was.
Katniss screwed her eyes shut tighter against the pain in the back of her head. Trying to remember more details only made her headache worse. The things she needed were a gallon of water and some pain pills, but the only thing she thought she could handle was passing out again.
And she was almost asleep again when the bathroom door opened.
Katniss wasn’t alone. Whoever he was- he was still here. The guy probably wasn’t a serial killer or anything, because other than being extremely hungover she seemed fine (as hard as it was to tell), but still, it was unnerving not to know who was on the other side of the blanket.
She could hear the man getting closer to her, moving quietly through the room. She held her breath, assuming he was gathering up his things to sneak out.
What surprised her was the moment he pulled the covers back from his side of the bed and climbed in again.
Laying perfectly still, Katniss felt the blankets resettle around her.
Well if this wasn’t fucking awkward, she didn’t know what was.
Katniss wanted to roll over and look at him but couldn’t make herself.
This was why she didn’t have one-night stands.
“Are you awake yet?” the man asked.
Her eyes flew open at the sound of the familiar voice. Hungover or not, she’d recognize him anywhere.
“Peeta?” she managed, lifting her head off the pillow slightly before letting it drop again. Katniss felt the bed move behind her. The motion must’ve been him rolling onto his side because he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his body.
“How are you?” he asked softly.
At his first touch, Katniss relaxed in his arms. Surprised is how I feel, she wanted to say. “Kind of like hell, but not,” she answered instead, still an honest response because while she’d never been more physically ill she’d also never been so… oddly happy.
How was it she had spent the night with Peeta? The last time she remembered seeing him was at the bar, very early in the evening.
“Same,” he muttered, tilting his head enough to reach the sensitive spot behind her ear. He kissed her there before settling down again.
“Are you hungover too?” Katniss asked, her hand snaking around his that was resting flush at her waist. His fingers were making soothing little circles there and she closed her eyes so she could enjoy the sensation even more. “Because I feel like I left the bar with more alcohol in my bloodstream than that Jack Daniels distillery we visited on Wednesday.”
“So, so much alcohol,” Peeta agreed with a huff. “But probably not as much as you. You got an earlier start on it than I did.”
His warm breath tickled the back of her neck. “I think I drank the city dry,” she groaned as she felt her stomach clench, and not pleasantly.
Katniss hoped she wasn’t going to be sick.
“Do you want some water?” he asked, drawing his hand away from her waist. He moved like he was going to get back up. “I should have brought you some before I laid back down.”
“In a minute,” Katniss said, using her hand to pull him tighter against her. “Don’t go anywhere yet,” she finished, quietly. She was afraid he’d disappear again. She was afraid to break whatever spell it was they were under this morning.
“Hey,” Peeta said, pulling his hand out from under her grip. The bed shifted as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the mattress, and she missed the feel of him behind her already. “I’m not going anywhere- I’m just getting you something to drink. Maybe some aspirin.”
“You don’t have to go into work today?” she asked, inching the covers off her head so she could watch him, her eyes blurry and squinting. The sun seemed to have moved high enough that it wasn’t burning her retinas anymore, at least.
Peeta sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on his boxer briefs before reaching down and picking his shirt up off the floor. “No- it’s my Saturday off. Do you want this?” he asked, tossing the shirt to her.
Of course, he still remembered the way she used to steal them.
When he got up to go back to the bathroom, Katniss dropped the covers far enough to slip the white tee over her head. She gave the soft cotton a deep sniff once the hem was down around her hips. The pure bliss, the endorphin rush of his smell- cologne and clean sweat, she could smell him on her body as well, and if she wasn’t rocking a skull-pounding headache she’d have sworn it was one of the best moments of her life.
She still had no idea what Peeta was doing here, although she supposed she’d find out soon enough.
Katniss watched him walk out of the bathroom with two white tablets in hand and a cup of water just a few seconds later. “Thank you,” she said gratefully as he sat down next to her on the bed.
“Welcome,” he replied easily, handing everything to her. “I hope this helps.”
Katniss smiled at him. “It will,” she said, popping the tablets in her mouth with a grimace and taking a long drink of the water. She practically drained the cup in one go.
“Do you want more?” he asked, taking the paper cup from her and setting it on the floor.
Katniss shook her head and flopped back on the bed, wincing when her head hit the pillow.
“Since you said you don’t have to leave, will you lay down with me again?” she asked.
“Of course,” he told her.
Peeta got up and moved to the other side of the bed. He settled in next to Katniss and rubbed her back with the palm of his hand, the way he remembered she’d always liked until she fell asleep again.
Once he was sure that she was completely out, he reached over to the nightstand and pulled out the plain gold bands he’d slipped off their fingers after they made love the second time early this morning. Katniss had fallen asleep, but he’d just started to sober up at that point.
The rings hadn’t been a spur of the moment purchase.
Peeta had bought them three and a half years ago, just a few short months before their breakup, and he’d never been able to talk himself into getting rid of the matched set.
No matter how badly Katniss had broken his heart, he’d left those rings in the back of his dresser drawer where they remained undisturbed, gathering dust until last night when for some reason he shoved them into his pocket before leaving his house again to find her after taking the time to pull his head out of his ass.
And thank God, he found Katniss still there, drunk out of her mind but so happy to see him.
They both had a few more drinks, they cried a little, they kissed, and.. well, the evening (early morning if he was going to be technical about it) ended with Peeta using those rings with the girl he’d always wanted to use them with. Yeah, a quickie wedding at a cheesy wedding chapel hadn’t been the way he’d imagined it happening, but still.
Still. She was back in his life and he wasn’t going to let anything come between them again.
Peeta knew he was going to have to talk to Katniss about their impromptu trip to the 24-hour Chapel ‘O Love last night which she didn’t seem to remember, but for now, he decided to let her sleep. There’d be plenty of time to figure things out later.
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nowordsforthis replied to your post “A brief overview of my day: I did the tour of the Bureau of Engraving...”
Blasphemy roulette sounds like something we would have played at my high school.
They did not look to be long out of high school themselves, I have to say. I was mostly watching this all in delight but one portion of me felt very old and another was like ‘Eyy, the kids are all right.”
koramberlynne replied to your photo “Hirshhorn Museum! The Duchamp exhibit was slightly underwhelming but I...”
Looks like tetherball. *Dangerous* tetherball.
Especially since when you walk out onto the field to try and play the tetherball, security will come and get mad at you for “climbing on the art” :D
goldenmeme replied to your photo “Hirshhorn Museum! The Duchamp exhibit was slightly underwhelming but I...”
Sam how could you not mention that the rock has grotesque eyes and a mouth?
Look, I had to discover that for myself as I walked around it and if I had to, everyone else should as well.
prairie-grass replied to your photo “Checked in on the Cryptids and caught Dearborn practicing her yelling....”
She's summoning SOMETHING
Probably Polk. :D
rsfcommonplace replied to your photo “Hirshhorn Museum! The Duchamp exhibit was slightly underwhelming but I...”
Car Being Driven By Disappointed Rock is my favorite.
I will say the discovery that the rock has a face totally altered my interpretation of the piece, so well done artist I guess...
tehnakki replied to your post “A brief overview of my day: I did the tour of the Bureau of Engraving...”
That museum frybread is some GOOD SHIT.
Right? I was a little sad not to get some, but I really wanted some french fries. And I’ve had it before, so at least I know of its goodness :D
arsenicjade replied to your post “A brief overview of my day: I did the tour of the Bureau of Engraving...”
I love the engraving tour, it's so fucking arcane
What struck me as super interesting about seeing the presses going is that it’s like, there’s layers and layers of security, no photography allowed, very strict rules, but the guys running the presses are like...every dude in every machine/wood shop I’ve ever met. Big burly working-class union guys who are using a spare 2x4 to prop up the part that never quite sits where it’s supposed to in the machine and wash their tupperware in the dump sink.
kitsparrow replied to your post “oh my gosh, tell me more about this much ado about nothing timeline of...”
Sam, I am OBSESSED with this idea. What would you need to be bribed with to at least write it?
I’m not sure it could be written, is the thing. Like you could write it in the sense of novelizing the play, or you could write it into the play with a shitload of stage directions, but I don’t think either would be truly satisfying. I might do some kind of larger treatment of it, though, somehow.
katestamps replied to your post “bibliofran replied to your post “Hi Sam! I was curious, and hope...”
Rescues will take old sheets and towels, if you’re replacing yours! They won’t care if they have holes.
Oh, good to know! Usually I reuse them -- I never lack for uses for fabric -- but that’s the kind of info it’s good to pass on.
spadesandaces replied to your post “bibliofran replied to your post “Hi Sam! I was curious, and hope...”
When you buy new sheets, please review them! I need new ones but I’m afraid I won’t like whichever ones I buy
Which is one reason I haven’t bought yet -- sheets are kind of pricey, and often cheaper online, but I don’t want to buy sheets I can’t touch-test ahead of time. Especially since I’m shopping for lightweight summer sheets and all the ones I like the look of turn out on closer inspection to be flannel :P
figtreeandvine replied to your photo “LOL, that’s like, half a mile from where I live! The perils of naming...”
If I were the sort of person who stole road signs I would send you the "Welcome to Polk County" sign I pass every time we go to the beach. Sometimes it sucks being a good citizen. ��
I have oft considered stealing the “Dearborn and Polk” corner street sign, but it just seems like so much work :D Thwarted by my own laziness, that’s me.
thedarkbunny replied to your post “bibliofran replied to your post “Hi Sam! I was curious, and hope...”
Have you looked into dissipative gloves? They're not quite on par with a grounding bracelet, but they're pretty good at dampening shocks.
I’d never heard of them! But I looked them up and....they have a real supervillain look about them :D Not sure the cats would enjoy them either.
nogling replied to your post “bibliofran replied to your post “Hi Sam! I was curious, and hope...”
You should probably invest in a decent humidifier, to help with the static. Also with your sinuses. Chicago is pretty dry, anyway, but it’s so much worse in the winter.
This is very true, though I can’t say I’ve found humidifiers to be super effective in the sense of actually tamping down on the dryness or static. It feels kind of like leaving a faucet running -- more moisture is probably getting into the air, but it’s tough to tell. I think I’d need probably one of the sizeable, pricey industrial “humidify your whole room” ones to make it worthwhile, but my past experience hasn’t encouraged me to make that kind of spend.
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Achoooooooo
*Sniffle*Sniffle*
Summary: Uh oh...you’re under weather...what will Roman do.....and does Zsasz care?
Warning: Don’t catch a cold reading this! 😆 Fluffy
DEDICATED...to all of us whether we are under the weather...stressed out...feeling lonely or just under a lockdown trying to pass the time because of the virus. We all deserve some tender, loving care that Roman is capable of! (Side note, in the comics he did care about someone whoms photo he carried around even after their death...) so he has this in him. I could totally see Ewan’s Roman doing it for someone he cared about.
Achooooooooo......Achooooooo! The sun had started to stream into the bedroom you shared with Roman. Last night you had felt fantastic. Heck, you had even managed to get Roman to dance with you. Though now you were pulling the soft comforter that you loved so much over the top on your head. Fifteen minutes later...you kicked it off...fifteen minutes later you desperately pulling it up and over you again. That was your struggle for the day, well actually to be honest, it was till Roman came back home.
When he came home, he heard you sneezing before he was even near the bedroom. He shook his head...his poor baby girl, he mused. He stopped in the bathroom and placed some of the larger towels on the warmer and waited till the bathtub was filled with some salts that were supposed to help colds. He called down to the chef to start making some soup. And to send it up once it was done.
Going to the kitchen, grabbing a large glass he filled it wth ice cold vodka and orange juice.
Heading back to the bedroom. He put the glass down, as quietly as possibly when he noticed you had dozed off between sneezes. He grabbed one of his shirts, that he knew you always tried to steal, the thought making him smile and shake his head. He even gave it two dabs of his aftershave. Something he knew you did but would never admit it, when he’d have to leave town for business. He grabbed a pair of your pajamas pants you usually wore when you were not feeling all that good, the bunnies on it made him smile, damn you were too cute sometimes. He put the clothes on bench at the end of the bed.
Taking off his suit-jacket, then his dress shirt he went and sat down near you on the bed. Your cheeks were flushed and nose was pink, your eyes looked watery. His poor baby girl, he shook his head again.
Alright, he was going to give you, the ol Roman Sionis cure.
“Y/N...Y/N...baby...baby wake up.”
You grumbled, trying to sneak further down the blanket. “Roman,” you said weakly. “I’m sick..”
He grabbed, for your shoulder gently. “Baby, you need to feel better. You need the good ol cure from yours truly.”
You peaked out from the blankets. “Are you sure you wanna get close to me?”
He nodded. “Yes, baby girl.”
“Ok,” you turned and sneezed away from him. You sighed. “What do you want me to do?”
He gave you his best smile, well the one he only gave you and Victor. “Sit up first baby.”
When you did, he handed you the large glass of orange juice and vodka. “Drink all of this.”
You took a sip and gasped. “But..but this has..”
“Vodka, I know drink it.”
“Ok.” You finished the last of it.
He pulled the blanket aside. And offered you a hand. “Come on, baby.” He said softly. With one hand he quickly messaged Victor to change the bedding. Then grabbed the pajamas he had picked out for you.
VICTOR, Y/N is sick. CHANGE BEDDING ASAP. Check with chef about soup.
Moments, later.
Sure boss. Soup is coming up with me. Leaving in the breakfast nook. Does she need anything else?
Normally, he’d have the maid do it but he really didn’t want to have her handle this. He needed this done..and fast.
He walked with you to the bathroom and closed the door. “Ok, let’s get you out of all that.”
He hated seeing you shiver. He helped you into the tub. “Soak for a few moments baby.”
He grabbed the clothes and holding them in front of him, he stuffed them into the hamper and then he came back to you. He came and sat behind you on chair he had brought close to the tub. He gave you a soft smile.
“Let’s get you all cleaned up.” Standing, he washed you up with some soap that not only smelled good but would help clear your sinuses.
You sighed under his hands as he washed and rubbed you down, hoping the muscle aches you most likely suffered from would melt away. You smiled up at you. “You take such good care of me, daddy.” You finally said softly.
“That’s my job.” He chuckled softly. He reached over and grabbed the shampoo and built up a good lather. He rubbed, loving that you made some very contented sounds as he did. “Alright, close those eyes and stand up carefully.” After, you did as he said, he had to admit you looked good but he wanted you completely better before be could even entertain any other ideas.
You gave a small giggle.
“What’s so funny baby?”
“That drink was really strong.”
He nodded. “It will help, it’s essential to getting better.” He offered his hand, helping you stand on the plush bathmat. “Ok, stand here.”
As he went over to the towel warmer, his phone buzzed.
BED all set.
Great. Good work, Victor. He quickly replied.
He grabbed the warmed towels, then he wrapped the first one around you. Loving the sighing he pulled from you. He rubbed you dry. “Here hold this. I want you to stay warm while I grab the pajamas.”
Here you go, he took the towel and let you dress.
“Yes, I am letting you wear my shirt.” When he saw your face light up despite still being sick. “One more quick stop being laying back down.”
He led you to the breakfast nook. There was a single daisy in a vase by the soup.
“Oh...my favorite soup.”
He nodded. “You need to keep up your strength.”
He made you have a bowl and half. He gave you a half smile, knowing being sick and eating could be tough. He’s wasn’t beast when it came to forcing one to eat.
He smiled. Victor did know how to make a tight bed. It kind of surprised him, he made sure to thank him later. And to tell him the flower was a nice touch.
Opening the bed, he held open the blankets for you. After you crawled in he kissed your temple. “Sleep now. I’ll check on you soon.” He watched as you closed your eyes. Pulling the drapes he made sure no extra sunlight snuck in so you could sleep without interruptions.
He put a hand on one of your shoulders. He smiled as your breathing had deepened and evened as sleep already took ahold. “Feel better baby girl.” He whispered.
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Achooooooooo Achoooooooo
*sneeze*FUCK!!!sneeze*I HATE FUCKING COLDS!*SNEEZE*
You peered around the corner of the doorway. Two days later, you had finally shrugged off the cold and it was gone. But now....Roman was sick. It was your turn to take care of him.
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Winter has come to settle fully over the continent of Fódlan. Few people dare venture outside during the blustery month of the Guardian Moon, preferring instead to stay bundled near the fire with loved ones. However, the faithful are ever at work as the celebration of Saint Seiros’ birth draws near.
At Garreg Mach Monastery, a desperate plea for help arrives three weeks late, yet another facet of a rapidly devolving situation. Once again, the far reaches of Western Faerghus have erupted into chaos as the grain reserves set aside for winter mysteriously vanish into smoke. Accused of selling off their stores and even burning the supplies themselves, the local nobility have sent for the church’s assistance as they begin preparations to defend themselves against the commonfolk they swore to protect.
It’s only a matter of time before tensions break and these skirmishes between local militias and household knights turn into open warfare. With Fódlan in the heart of winter and the threat of civil war imminent, it is far too dangerous to send the students out as the Academy normally would. Thus, the decision is made to mobilize the Knights of Seiros and unaffiliated faculty:
Faculty and Staff Mission: Neutralize the rebellion!
Though the mission is labelled for the “faculty and staff,” this Mission Season is for all muses unaffiliated with the student Houses. So if your muse is affiliated with the Church of Seiros, the Knights of Seiros, the Underground Citizens, the Ashen Wolves, or Those Who Slither In The Dark, this is their time to shine!
Like always, threads using tasks from the Faculty and Staff board must contain an Unaffiliated character as a participant, but there are also non-mission tasks available to everyone without restrictions.
Faculty and Staff Mission Board
The late arrival of the distress call means that the knights are already in a losing battle against time to cross the continent to the far reaches of Faerghus. Of course, even the church’s most elite soldiers need to rest and your unit’s commander decides to stop in the middle of the Faerghus countryside. Help set up camp, assist with food preparations, or just bundle up with your comrades and grouse about the cold. The monastery’s dormitories certainly look luxurious now.
The village where your unit is staying suddenly erupts into flames, but as if circumstances can’t get any worse, water poured over the fire dissipates ineffectually into steam. One of the villagers points out a hooded figure wearing the characteristic mask of a dark mage moments before he disappears into the shadows. You have a choice: go after the arsonist, or seek out someone familiar with Reason magic to figure out a way to stop the fires. [Grants Reason +1]
It’s known all across Fódlan that Garreg Mach monastery serves the upper echelons of nobility, so a unit of knights bearing its insignia immediately draws scrutiny from the commonfolk. They accuse you all of sympathizing with the greedy lords of their land and, armed with nothing but pitchforks and torches, launch a guerilla attack against your unit before you can reach the village gates. Subdue the village militia! But remember: injuring them might not help your case.
Duke Ciaran, the lord who sent the original distress call to the monastery, has gone missing. Talking to the villagers yields painfully little information except an occasional “good riddance.” None seem too pleased that he got the church involved. Investigate his whereabouts.
Although paltry at best, the knights received some leads that point to a group of local bandits. Given the volatile situation in the village, it would be wise not to make too much of a scene. Borrow some of the commonfolk’s old rags and the woodcutter’s axe and infiltrate the hideout as “new recruits” to glean any information you can about the missing food stores. [Grants Axe +1]
NEW! A whole moon passes and Duke Ciaran’s whereabouts remain a mystery. Many of the villagers have settled with the belief that he finally got what was coming to him. With the riots subdued, the Knights of Seiros are prepared to pull out and return to Garreg Mach; however, the Goddess shines her light upon a barn long believed to be abandoned. Inside huddles a gaunt and dirty Duke Ciaran with his entourage.
NEW! The Valley of Ailell’s relentless flames have marred House Daphnel’s territory for what is said to be thousands of years. Though stories and songs only speak of constant death and destruction, those fearless enough to withstand the danger tell a different tale of fertile volcanic soils and neverending summers. The Church of Seiros’ call to assist the Kingdom of Faerghus has been heard by House Daphnel. A pledge to contribute their surplus wheat and salt pork is welcome news, but now the question is: how do you get all that food across a valley known for constant death and destruction? [Grants +1 Flying, Riding, or Heavy Armor]
Non-Mission Task Board
By mid-winter, the students at the academy are getting restless from being cooped inside for so long. The remaining faculty have decided to spice up the monotony by employing a few of the students to help them chip blocks of ice out of the pond. But there’s a twist: one participant will stand in the middle of the pond and work toward the outer edges while their partner works on the outside. Plan your blocks strategically so that the ice doesn’t give out and your partner plunges into frigid water. Didn’t expect a trust-building exercise, did you? [Grants Authority +1]
Although the birth of Saint Seiros was historically a humble celebration spent at home with family, recent decades have seen a rise in more colorful celebrations, to which the monastery is not immune. Go into town to see the shops decked out in their finest wares, visit the local candymakers for their seasonal peppermint sticks, or make your pilgrimage to the church to listen to the choir sing by candlelight. However you choose to spend your time, don’t forget to offer gifts to your loved ones so that they know how much you care.
Franzi Pans! ♪ Dressed from head to toe in yellow! Franzi Pans! ♪ Everyone in Leicester knows her! The Alliance’s most famous knight, found in the school–cause quite a fright!–but now she’s here, health’s in the clear, and now she’s come to say! ♪ “That hypothermia was nothing like what I faced in my 16th book, Holidays with Fraldarii Coarse! I’ll tell all in my seminar. For a fee, of course!” Professor Pans’ seminar promises sword tricks and book signings galore! But with rumors of stealing the credit of the real heroes that lived her stories flying about, are you really getting what you signed up for? [Grants Swords +1]
Garreg Mach Monastery is home to one of the largest greenhouse complexes in Fódlan, allowing the monastery to remain self-sufficient even through the winter months. Though the student-run greenhouse is home to a variety of exotic plants meant for research purposes, beyond the students’ view are greenhouses that primarily grow the food meant to feed everyone in the monastery. The Hands of Spring, the student gardening club, has requested volunteers to help tend the crops. Many of the plants here are familiar to you, though you can’t help but wonder why some clearly warn that they aren’t for human consumption...
Over the centuries, the people of Fódlan have come up with clever ideas to stay warm and entertained during the long, dreary winter months. One of the most long-standing of these is the annual Spice Festival. Visit the dining hall to partake in the chef’s spiciest creations to clear out your sinuses and warm you up from the inside out, or sign up for the pepper-eating contest to see how well you can withstand the heat. You might also catch some of the younger students furtively daring each other to scoop spoonfuls of unattended spices into their mouths. They claim it’s an ancient shepherd’s game, but you have your doubts.
NEW! Graduation for the Officers Academy is coming up soon, so the monastery grounds are bustling with students finding last-minute ways to study for their final certification exams. Grab a professor or another student for some extra lessons in a weapon weakness, just to make sure you leave the academy with a well-rounded education.
NEW! With the rise of the Pegasus Moon comes hushed whispers of a fabled spirit of love, Saint Valerie, whose said to inhabit one of the aqueducts below the monastery. She only appears once a year, but those who manage to find her and offer her a single swan feather are said to be shown the path to their one true love. Easier said than done though, since the aqueducts are full of monsters. Ready your fists; you may have to punch your way through. [Grants +1 Gauntlets]
NEW! Constant complaints of drafty wyvern stalls and leaky pipes on the pegasi end of the stables has finally given rise to action. Today, the stables will be under repair! Fantastic news, and the words “Extra Credit for Volunteers” allures you to the stables the next morning… where a veritable zoo waits for you. Overeager pegasi gleefully evade their handlers, hoping to fly into the distance for even snowier pastures. Miserable wyverns hole up in their stalls, burying themselves in warm straw and snarling at anyone who tries to get them to move. Hapless humans are falling behind on schedule as their attention splits between animal wrangling and barn repairing. Can’t you do anything to straighten out this situation?
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How does the divided task board work?
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These aren’t the only threads I can do, right?
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Powers/No powers. Bucky vs. Depression storyline.
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“I don’t know what to do anymore,” Steve says into the phone. Across the kitchen table, Bucky cringes. He wants to drop his forehead to the table, but that seems like the wrong thing to do. It would probably hurt, but that doesn’t matter. Steve wouldn’t like it. And that kind of does.
“I’m,” Steve sighs. “I’m literally out of options. I have...” He checks his watch. “Like, an hour of sick leave left. I can be a little late, but that’s it.”
He glances up from pen and paper he’s fiddling with, but Bucky doesn’t meet his eye.
“And I can’t teleport,” Bucky hears a female voice reply on the other end of the line. “I’ll be there, ok? And I’ll speed. But it’ll still take a couple hours.”
“Yeah,” Steve says. “Yeah. Ok.”
“Is he safe alone?” the woman asks.
Bucky cringes as Steve squeezes his eyes shut. “Laura, I don’t have a choice. At first SHIELD was pretty accommodating with FMLA and stuff, but they’re at the end of their rope with me. I’m about to be let go for attendance problems, and my part of the project’s getting fucked up-- ”
“Steve.”
He wrings the hand not holding the phone to his ear, then brings it in to rub his eyes. “Sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Get him settled. I’ll be there.. I can call you from the road if that helps.”
“Can’t,” Steve says apologetically. “But thank you. You’re amazing. You’re my savior.” He clamps the phone between his cheek and shoulder as he picks up his work bag and tries to button the top button of his shirt at the same time.
“Shut up. Go to work. I’ll be there.”
The call ends, and Steve tosses the phone into the front pocket of his bag. He closes his eyes and takes a breath, then turns to Bucky, who is still refusing to look at him.
It’s not that Bucky minds being talked about like a dog or a little kid, because he knows that’s about what he’s worth. He just wishes he wasn’t letting Steve down so badly. Project be damned, it’s his life that’s getting fucked up. And it’s all Bucky’s fault.
“You wanna come sit? Watch a movie?” Steve coaxes hurriedly, turning on the television and flipping channels until he finds something in black and white. “Get your mind engaged in something?”
He’s trying. Bucky can’t fault him for it. But there’s just about nothing he’d like to do less than scoot back his hard wooden chair and drag his feet across the carpet to settle in the corner of the cold leather sofa.
Steve throws a blanket over the pale leather upholstery. “Come on, Buck,” he says, almost pleading. “Just come over here and sit. You’re nice and safe.”
Bucky turns his head a fraction of an inch to get a better look at Steve’s face. He can read in the lines between his eyebrows exactly what he’s not saying. You’re far away from the knives. The pills. The bathtub and the sink and the cord for the weedwhacker.
And that’s what makes him break. He feels sorry for Steve, frantic and caring and protective all at once. He feels bad because it’s all his fault. Sour guilt burns at the back of Bucky’s throat and threatens to wash up into his mouth.
He grits his teeth and slowly nods. Getting a move on would be more respectful, more considerate of Steve’s situation. He could say, “of course, babe, I know you have to get to work.” But that would involve cobbling together words he doesn’t have and speaking with a voice he doesn’t seem to possess.
“Hm,” Bucky manages when he finally sinks into the nest Steve has created at the end of the couch. He means to say “thanks” as well, but his mouth is stringy with spit, and it comes out as just, “Ks.”
Steve creates his own interpretation and leans forward, gently petting Bucky’s hair and planting a kiss on the top of his crown.
It feels comforting. Too comforting, so Bucky pulls the hood of his sweatshirt up over his head.
“Alright,” Steve says softly, a note of hurt in his voice. “Laura will be here soon. She has a key, so she’ll just let herself in.”
“Hm.”
“Ok. I’ll see you this afternoon? Well, tonight, probably, with this dumb project...”
Bucky watches Steve shake his head, as if clearing water from his ears so he can focus. He does need to focus. On the actual important things.
“K.”
“Love you, Buck.” Steve gives him a soft smile, then all but sprints out the door.
Once the sound of Steve’s bike leaves the driveway, Bucky lets his body go slack, his stump shoulder burrowing into the crack between the back of the couch and the arm. The blanket rumples and creates a makeshift pillow, and he brings his knees up against his chest, securing them loosely with his right arm.
He feels shaky; his teeth are chattering even though he’s not cold. Bucky wants Steve to come back, to lie beside him and make everything that’s wrong feel right again. He also wants Steve to stay away, maybe never come back at all. Because Bucky doesn’t deserve him. He doesn’t deserve anything. He doesn’t deserve the air he’s breathing. He doesn’t deserve to live--
Time must’ve passed as he sat there, curled against the arm of the sofa and wondering where in the house Steve had hidden his prescriptions this time, because it seems like barely a second later the door is opening and a soft, high voice is calling his name.
“James?”
“I’m--” A bubble of thick saliva bursts in Bucky’s throat and steals the rest of his sentence. Or at least it would’ve if he’d had any more he wanted to say.
“Yeah,” Laura says. “I see you.” Keys and grocery bags hit the counter, then soft slippered feet approach his couch nest.
Bucky doesn’t move. He isn’t sure he can; he has no drive, no energy. The force required to sit up and say hello seems equal to that needed to swallow a handful of pills.
“Can I sit with you?”
Bucky doesn’t answer right away. He doesn’t need to mull it over, but the words still take a long time coming. “’S fine.”
“Alright.” She sits, then pauses. “Is it ok to touch you? Put my hand on your shoulder?’
“Hm. K.”
“Ok.” Laura gently lays a hand on his back, just behind the joint. The pressure is light, but the presence makes him feel lighter. A little bit, anyway. It’s possible to lift his head without the assistance of a forklift, so Bucky does and blinks up at her with glassy eyes.
“Hi,” Laura whispers to him.
Bucky mouths the word back, but no sound comes out.
“You’re all scrunched up in the corner,” Laura says, nodding to the wrinkled blanket bunched under James’s head. “Do you want to try lying down?” She takes a throw pillow from the opposite end of the couch and offers it to him.
Bucky blinks slowly and takes inventory. His lower back is beginning to protest the tightly curled position, and while it makes him feel warm and safe, it’s no longer worth the mounting level of discomfort.
“Yeah,” he says quietly.
“Ok. Here you go.” With a feather-light touch, Laura sits Bucky up and removes the blanket from beneath him as he scoots down and re-settles in a properly reclined position. Her hand slide past his armpit and the other catches the base of his neck. Laura frowns.
“James?”
“M?”
“You’re really warm. Are you feeling ok?”
Bucky bites the inside of his cheek until it hurts. “Not...not really.”
“I mean...” Laura carefully brushes Bucky’s bangs out of his face to feel his forehead. “You’re definitely feverish. Are you feeling sick?”
“I...don’t know.” Bucky’s so used to feeling terrible that he’s forgotten how to differentiate the mental from the physical.
“It’s alright,” Laura says. She kneels on the carpet at Bucky’s shoulder and folds her arms on the edge of the couch cushion, then rests her chin on the backs of her hands. “Do you want to take inventory?”
“Like, make a list?” Bucky asks slowly. It’s a technique emphasized in his therapy sessions. He wonders if Steve’s gotten to Laura and suggested she work with him specifically on it. Or if Laura’s been to therapy. Or if it’s just a good idea to begin with and Laura’s a smart cookie.
Bucky has to stop thinking because it’s making his head throb.
“Sure, like a list.” Laura smiles. “Now, how’s your head?”
“Hurts.”
“A lot or a little?”
Bucky pauses to think about it. Nothing like a migraine, but it’s not peanuts either. “In between?”
“Stuffy nose?” Laura continues?
“Uh.” Bucky sniffs. There’s no dripping snot, but his breathing does feel slightly constricted. No wonder he’s been feeling like he’s been caught up in ropes wrapped round his chest. “Stuffy...” He gestures vaguely from his forehead down to his sternum.
“Ah,” Laura nods. “The sinuses acting up? Maybe a bit of chest congestion to go with it?”
Bucky blinks his affirmation, deciding against nodding should his aching head take the opportunity to play up.
“Ok. Stomach?” Laura looks at him in all seriousness.
As if on cue, Bucky’s gut seems to fold itself in half, making a low rumble and sending a warning shot of hot sourness up into the back of his throat. He isn’t sure if Laura heard it, so he surreptitiously wraps his arms around his abdomen and presses his vibrating teeth together.
“James?”
“Hm. Not, uh. Not good.”
“Do you feel like you could throw up?” Laura isn’t phased in the slightest.
Bucky swallows hard at the mention, then gives a minute nod.
“Ok.” Laura rises to her feet. “Give me one second.”
She disappears for a moment, presumably to the upstairs bathroom, because when she returns, she has the trash can, the thermometer, and several bottles and boxes of medicine.
“Alright,” Laura says, resuming her crouch. “I gotta know how high that fever is.” She removes the thermometer’s plastic cap.
Bucky shakes his head. “I’ll--” he starts, already beginning to gag.
“I’d rather you blow before I medicate you.” Laura gives a sideways smile.
Bucky reluctantly lets her slip the device into his mouth. As expected, saliva pools immediately, sour and gummy around his teeth. An attempt to swallow without moving his tongue sets off a choked retch, and before he’s fully aware of what’s happened, he’s hanging off the edge of the sofa, spitting bile and mucous into the bin while Laura pats him between the shoulder blades.
“101,” Laura says when he’s finished.
“Huh?” Bucky drags a shaky hand across his mouth.
“Your temp.”
“Oh.”
“Think you can manage some pills?” Laura asks. She flips over a few options to check the dosing, then hands him five assorted tablets and gel caps.
“Really? I’m allowed--” Bucky breaks off in a wet cough.
“Well, I’m watching you, aren’t I?” Laura reminds him softly. “Extra meds are necessary sometimes. You know that.” She makes her way toward the kitchen, where she pulls a case of juice boxes from one of the grocery bags. “You’re not hurting yourself, and you’re not getting high. And you’re damn lucky my kids don’t like strawberry kiwi.”
Bucky tries to smile, but all he can do is pull his mouth into a straight line. Better than a scowl, he supposes. He guesses he just looks sick.
“What’re you gonna--” Bucky pauses to clear his throat as Laura hands him a drink and looks pointedly at the pills in his palm. “What’re you gonna tell Steve?”
“That he needs his radar system recalibrated,” Laura says with a laugh. “No, really. That you’re not feeling well. And that you’re not feeling well.”
“Hm.” The meds sting a little as they pass down Bucky’s raw throat.
“That’s the truth, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” he breathes. Then he coughs. “I guess.”
“It’s a good guess,” Laura replies. “Because I know.”
#Powers/ no powers choose-your-own-adventure#sickfic#captain america#Steve Rogers#Bucky Barnes#Laura Barton#fanfic#fanfiction#hurt/comfort#marvel#mcu#fever#emeto#emetophilia#illumivomi#winter soldier#stucky#depression tw#suicidal thoughts tw#angst
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Dungeons & Dragons episode review Module 2-2: The Treasure of Tardos
[As always, all images are owned by Wizards of the Coast and Marvel Entertainment. I’m a huge fan. Please don’t sue me]
This adventure hints at what should have happened had the campaign ended as it should have (instead of ending one episode too early)
Where the PCs are: Bobby has finally reached 6th level, joining Eric and Hank; the rest are 7th. I’m going to guess Sheila will level up this adventure
As always, Watch Cartoons Online has your adventuring goodness.
We open to Bobby giving Uni a bath, and Uni having none of it. You would think that if Bobby just let her frolick in the pond it would’ve produced better results. Uni eventually struggles enough to dump Bobby on his ass, which causes Eric to laugh at him, but no one else. You know, as much as I bust Eric’s chops for being a jackass, you know everyone else would’ve laughed at him if he had gotten wet.
Just to prove my point, Bobby throws water at Eric and everyone laughs at him. Eric takes in stride and decides to go swimming since he’s already wet (please let him not be wearing those boxer shorts he had after getting hit by the feathered skunk. Unfortunately, the DM decides to throw in a grudge monster to get the adventure moving...
...as a Mosasaurus emerges from under the water! OK, I’m calling bullshit here! Considering Eric is at best ankle-deep in water, how the ever-loving fuck can a dinosaur swim under the water and surprise the party not 10 feet away?!
Hank and Bobby immediately rush in to defend Eric (give credit where it’s due. The party may bust Eric’s chops for being an insufferable asshat, but when the shit hits the fan they have each others’ backs) Just as they reach the dinosaur, it runs away. As much as the party would like to claim credit, it’s obvious that the party isn’t the reason it ran (so does that mean I don’t have to calculate XP?)
Just then...
...Yup.
Dungeon Master warns of a danger so great, it could destroy the Realm (and worse, it means they’ll never be able to get home, on account of being dead) He goes on to say the threat is named Demodragon, a creature that is half demon, half dragon (great, another monster the DM made up...) and that to defeat it they must “help the one who stands against you” (Is it Venger? I’ll bet it’s Venger...)
He then directs them to Tardos Keep, giving them a map and everything!
...just before he vanishes. At least the map was better than the one of Skull Mountain.
The party heads out...just as Eric says fuck this and goes the other way, (why does Eric always insist on splitting the party?) but Sheila invisibly urges Eric to rejoin the party.
Later, the party passes through a region known as the Wondrous Wood...
...only it doesn’t look very “wondrous”. Then they come to the Alacorn River...
...but it doesn’t look anything like Twilight Sparkles. Hank figures out that something burned down the forest and froze the river (How’d you manage to figure that out, Columbo?)
As the party ponders what could do such a thing (I have an idea, and his name rhymes with Denger) when they hear a roar in the distance (maybe not...)
Later, in the Dustlands...
Venger remembered he has an army and brought it to lay siege to Tardos Keep. Not sure how the party will sneak in without a bunch of Cyclopskin to steal the cloaks from. The party attempts to sneak closer, but the dust gets to Uni’s sinuses, making her sneeze and alerting the nearby Orcs. Hank decides that here is where they make their heroic Final Stand!
Just kidding.
The party makes a mad dash for the keep, with Orcs in hot pursuit. One grabs Bobby by the club (his weapon, not his...he’s too young for you to be thinking that way! Shame on you!) but Uni gives an assist and they schoolboy the Orc.
The party reaches the gates of the keep and are let in by the keep’s ruler, Queen Solinara, just as Venger makes an appearance. Solinara explains that Venger wants something known as the Treasure of Tardos (is it the Eye of Harmony? C’mon, with a name like Tardos you had to know I’d be making Doctor Who jokes eventually) However...
Solinara is not quick to trust (then why let them in?) and demands to know the truth. Eric starts grovelling (who else?) and blames Dungeon Master for sending them here. Suddenly, that changes everything and Solinara welcomes them (you mean Venger hasn’t tried that tactic yet?)
Outside, Venger demands that Solinara yield her treasure (GET YOUR MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER! THIS IS A KIDS’ SHOW!) or he would destroy the keep. Solinara taunts Venger back, saying the keep can take whatever he can dish out. However, Venger has an ace up his sleeve...
...an ace named Demodragon. That must be one hell of a tailor! So we have a tentacled two-headed dragon/demon with one head that breathes fire and the other ice (I’ll let you guess which does which) This is gonna be a bitch to figure out XP. [OK, I found an article that stats Demodragon for 3rd edition, and from that I can extrapolate abilities and say Demodragon will be worth 35,100XP assuming the party defeats it and an NPC doesn’t kill-steal]
The heads alternate fire and ice breath (I thought dragons could only use their breath weapons three times a day? I’m calling serious shenanigans on the DM!) until the massive doors begin to crack under the changes in temperature extremes. Hank and Bobby head out to confront Demodragon (good luck with that...) Hank fires bolts to tangle Demodragon’s feet while Bobby causes a tremor with his club, sending Demodragon tumbling. I wouldn’t call that a defeat, as he’s gonna snap those bolts eventually.
Hank seizes the advantage on Venger. However...
...Venger catches the bolt and squeezes the magic out of it before returning fire. Then Demodragon breaks free (told ya...) and snags the party’s magic items with his tentacles! Time for a snack run! (the show went to commercial)
When everyone returns to the table, Venger demands Demodragon hand over the party’s magic items. However...
...Demodragon has other plans. The magic from the items has broken Venger’s control and now it is out to destroy the Realm! The two take their battle away from Tardos for the moment, giving the party time to regroup and update their wills plan a strategy.
While regrouping, Solinara reveals the Treasure of Tardos to the party...
...Christmas trees Dragonbane, a rare herb that (conveniently) only grows in Tardos and has the power to render any dragon helpless (such as...oh, I don’t know...TIAMAT!) Presto calls bullshit due to Dragonbane being able to stop Demodragon, but Solinaris explains that such an action was exactly what Venger wanted, so he could take the Dragonbane. She also explains that she and her guard are all that remain of her people in Tardos (no, things did not just take a dark turn; she sent her people to hide so they would be safe)
Elsewhere in the Keep, Eric, Bobby, and Uni are looking for the kitchen when they come to a garden. The old gardener beckons them over places a garland ring around Uni’s neck (making her the first party member to have gotten lei’d) As Bobby thanks the gardener as an alarm gong sounds. The three run off, which means they miss the big reveal...
Now what deus ex bullshit is Dungeon Master up to?
The party decides they need to get their magic items back (YA THINK?) and Diana remembers Dungeon Master’s clue from the beginning of the adventure and guesses they need to team up with Venger (I KNEW IT!)
The party set off to find Venger (shouldn’t be too hard. Just follow the path of oppression)
(There’s no plot-related reason for this pic. I just wanted to point out how weird Sheila looks without her cloak)
Eventually...
...they witness a breathtaking sunrise, only that’s not to the east. It’s flames from Demodragon’s rule-breaking endless supply of breath weapon.
The party arrives as Venger realizes Demodragon is now powerful enough to destroy the Realm. Venger agrees, giving Hank...
...a mystical pizza a talisman that will...do something...when Hank speaks Demodragon’s name. Venger sends Shadow Demon and a platoon or Orcs to along to kill-steal slaughter “assist” the party.
The party eventually finds Demodragon (it was easy, just follow the path of destruction) and activates that magical doohickey...
...which works about as well as you’d expect. Eric tosses the talisman aside, damaging it, as the party runs, but Hank tries a last-ditch effort with the damages talisman. He destroys the talisman, blinding Demodragon. However, a blind monster the size of a keep is still dangerous. The party runs, but Eric trips...
Demodragon grabs Eric and Uni. However...
Uni’s garland reacts with Demogorgon, (three guesses what the garland was made from...) destroying it for 35,100XP.
The party quickly retrieve their magic items just as Shadow Demon and the Orc Patrol arrive. Eric does a fairly convincing bluff that it was Presto (and not the dragonbane) that took out Demodragon. However, Shadow Demon does a quick head count and realizes the party’s outnumbered 10 to 1 and advances.
That’s when Venger shows up and sends them away. It seems that Venger is willing to honor their agreement...this time.
As the party walks away, we get a final scene with Dungeon Master...
...in which he reveals (with tears in his eyes) that there was good in Venger once, but a mistake he made turned Venger evil.
Well, the only thing that was defeated was Demodragon, so the party gets 35,100XP, or 5850XP each. This is enough for Sheila to reach level 8
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howdy gays it’s weather change migraine season and i have study hall today so y’all get this (also written so @three-black-cats will practice some hashtag self care)
Hermann is glad that Newton is back. Overjoyed, really. He truly is. But there are some aspects of them living in close quarters (or, more specifically, together) that he didn’t quite... miss, during those ten years. Now, for example.
This is all to say that if Newton doesn’t stop playing those same three chords on his guitar over and over again, Hermann is going to break it over his head, or at least move to a dark, quiet room.
The changing of the seasons means two things for him: up to three extra layers of sweaters to combat the chill against his chronic lack on insulation, and pressure change migraines. Autumn is particularly heinous, because not only is barometer bouncing up and down like a very painful pogo stick, but daylight savings time means that Hermann’s sleep schedule is off its mark. This was slightly more manageable during the First and Second Wars, when lack of sleep was simply a part of the job, but now that he and Newton have left the more physical aspects of the Anteverse invasion to the PPDC, Hermann has grown accustomed to getting at least seven to eight hours of rest (give or take a few feedback loops of nightmares, and slash or a decade’s worth of makeup sex).
Now Hermann has what feels like a needle twisting its way through his temples, and despite the cozy atmosphere of their apartment, certain things are making a valiant effort to ruin the mood.
“Man, I was so worried I had forgotten how to play this,” Newton says cheerfully, going into yet another round of the chorus chords, which are the same as the verses, and the bridge, and every other part of the bloody song. “Can you believe I thought they could make me forget how to play Wonderwall? It’s like the musical equivalent of riding a bike!”
Case in point.
Hermann winces and rubs his forehead with his fingertips. “I imagine they only kept that information around because they know how much it annoys me. Psychological warfare, perhaps.”
Newton snorts. “Yeah babe, that was actually their backup plan. They were gonna steal a guitar and play Wonderwall until the PPDC surrendered.”
“That cell is still in their basement, Newton. It has wonderful acoustics.”
Newton sticks out his tongue good-naturedly and gives one last quick strum before lifting the strap over his head and setting the guitar aside. He pats the space on the couch next to him where Hermann’s feet currently rest. “Here, c’mon. I also remember how to help your headaches.”
Hermann blinks. “Sorry?”
“The migraines. You get bad ones this time of year. Put your head on my lap; my hands aren’t an ice pack but it’ll help.”
He gives Newton a grateful little smile and sits up, letting out a hissed whimper as pain flares behind his eyes. Newton’s hand flies to his shoulder to steady him. “Easy there. Don’t tell me my music is that bad.”
Hermann resists the urge to roll his eyes, knowing it would only make things worse. “No comment,” he grumbles, but turns over and lets his head rest in Newton’s lap. “And I bloody hope your hands aren’t cold. I have no idea how you convinced me to move to Massachusetts when winters are like this.”
“My stunning wiles and charms,” Newton says, running a hand through Hermann’s hair and lightly scratching the pads of his fingers across his head. Hermann lets out a pleased little hum; his hands are, in fact, quite warm.
Newton winds his fingers through Hermann’s hair, pulling gently. “You know how this works, right? The little pockets of air inside your sinuses are really sensitive to air pressure changes, and when that happens when the seasons change, that creates external pressure. Blood vessels end up dilating, flow to the brain gets disrupted, and you get a headache. So, by stimulating the area and getting things moving again, the pain decreases.” He lightly drags his stubby fingernails in short little motions, voice low and a soothing drone, and Hermann realizes he won’t be opening his eyes anywhere in the near future. “This helping?”
He just manages a blissed-out noise of affirmation. After years of being able to count on one hand how many times he was touched in a week, the freedom of a partner who’s just as hungry for it as he is feels like a little karmic reparation. Newton begins to move his fingers in small circles, humming softly under his breath. It is, thankfully, not Wonderwall.
“I can go by the CVS before my class tomorrow and pick you up some Tylenol,” Newton says absent-mindedly. Hermann’s eyes slowly blink open.
“Oh, that’s alright, dear,” he mumbles. “I’ll be fine.”
Newton gives him an amused half-smile. “This must be really needed if you’re busting out the pet names. I’m getting you Tylenol.”
“Newton, you don’t need to--”
Newton swipes a thumb across his brow. “Shut up, Hermann. You think I’m not gonna squeeze out every chance to fuss over you that I can? Pre-fuckin’-posterous.”
“You only learned that word from me,” Hermann says, but Newton is a runaway train of determination, whether it be about Drifting with a Kaiju brain fragment, or coddling his husband (who, admittedly, is not entirely opposed to being coddled).
“Yeah I did, smart stuff,” his says fondly, and puts those surgeon’s hands to the best use Hermann would say in years.
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