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lunarsaga · 3 years

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EPISODE 1: Here Comes Trouble

[[HERE WE GO, BITCHES! Fanfic and Fanart combine to make some unholy mix of Time Consumption that will not leave me alone.

THE LUNAR SAGA, EPISODE 1, START!

Note: the text in the panels doesn't match the actual written portion of the fic ^^; I tried my best but I didn't wanna redraw all of this... ]]

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Kagome had been gone longer than she usually was, and Inuyasha was getting impatient.

They’d finally gotten their first lead on Naraku since his disappearance—that he was heading in the direction of the Ox and Tiger (Kagome called it “noh-rth-eest”?)—this was no time for her to be going back to her world! He tried to tell her that when she left, but she insisted that she was going home to bring back something that would help them.

She’d been gone for almost ten days now! What could possibly be taking so long?!

The half demon sat beside the well, seething as he waited for something to happen. He’d been at this pretty much constantly since the day after she left. He had half a mind to follow her down the well to her world and drag her back here; he’d done it before, he could do it again.

“Don’t you dare follow me!” Kagome had said before she left, “I might be gone a while, but I promise it’ll be worth it!”

“Ain’t worth it if we lose track of Naraku because you’re taking so long,” he growled to no one in particular. Obviously, he got no response from the dry well, so he stood up and raised his voice: “HURRY THE HELL UP, KAGOME!”

“Inuyasha?”

Inuyasha jumped from surprise when he saw Kagome hop up out of the well. She sat on the edge, smiling just softly. A little embarrassed that he was yelling at the well, Inuyasha folded his arms and cleared his throat.

“It’s about time you got back, Kagome,” he said. “What took you so damn long?!”

Kagome sighed, still smiling as she set her feet on the ground and stepped closer to him. “I told you, I had to get something. It took a second, but I said it’d be worth it, didn’t I?”

“I hope you’re right,” he snorted, “Because if Naraku gets away cos you took too long over there—”

He didn’t get to finish his thought. He hadn’t been paying attention to the well at all; usually, he wouldn’t have needed to. This time, he would definitely regret it. From the depths of the well came a voice he’d never heard before:

“HEADS UP!”

He didn’t even have time to wonder who the hell’s voice it was. Seconds later, something heavy flew out of the well and smacked him square in the face.

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

Kagome laughed nervously, holding her hands up, “Uh… that would be her.”

Anger boiling and holding his freshly bruised nose, Inuyasha shouted back at her: “WHO?!”

“Keep your pants on!” Came that same voice again. Inuyasha turned his attention back to the well as someone he’d never seen before pushed herself out of the well.

She dressed strangely—that was a given, she seemed to be from Kagome’s time—and carried a large, oddly-shaped bag on her back. She had thick waves of black hair, much longer than Kagome’s, but pretty much the same shade of jet black. Not only that, she seemed to resemble Kagome in a lot of ways, even if she looked much older. They had the same shape of face, the same nose, and the same round, brown eyes—although, if he looked close enough, he could see a strange pattern in this girl’s irises: little flecks of pale gold, asymmetrically surrounding her pupils.

Inuyasha was immediately on edge, his hand going instinctively for his sword hilt. Kagome saw, and shook her head, setting her hand on his arm.

“Relax, Inuyasha,” She said, “This is who I went back to get.”

“Sorry, did my bag getcha?” The girl asked as she hopped out of the well.

“Inuyasha,” Kagome continued, gesturing to the older girl, “Allow me to introduce you to my older sister. This is Luna.”

For a second, it didn’t set in. Inuyasha blinked once… twice… “Your… sister? You have a sister?!”

“She sure does,” the girl—Luna—stood tall, grinning and holding out her hand. As she did, she said something he didn’t understand. It sounded like weird gibberish. When she saw his face, she laughed and smacked her palm to her forehead. “Right, sorry. Still getting used to speaking Japanese more than I do English.”

Once again confused, Inuyasha just stared at her. “In-glesh?”

Luna nodded. “It’s the common language where I live.”

“Inuyasha, Luna lives in a different place than the rest of our family,” Kagome explained, “She lives in a country that’s across the ocean, called America.”

“A-mare-i-kah…” Inuyasha tried to say. “Sounds weird.”

“Oh it is, definitely.” Luna laughed, going to pick up her bag.

“Is that what took you so long?” Inuyasha asked Kagome, “You had to wait for her to travel across the ocean?”

“Didn’t take as long as you’d think, had to visit mom and gramps and Sota, too.” It was weird how casual this girl was about everything. “But I can explain why I’m here and where I’m from once we get to where we’re going, right?”

“Right,” Kagome agreed, smiling as she led her sister back toward Kaede’s village. “You gotta meet everyone else, too!”

“Looking forward to it.”

Inuyasha wasn’t sure how to process what the hell just happened. It was a lot of information in a very short amount of time, most of which he didn’t understand, and all of which he didn’t really like. He wasn’t sure how to feel about a new person joining their group, nevermind that he never knew Kagome had more family than the ones he’d met before. And the fact that she threw a heavy bag at his face certainly didn’t help. (Well… it was an accident, but still. It hurt.)

Well… at least Kagome was back, and the most important thing was that they could get on with their search for Naraku.

~ ~ ~

Alright, time to back up a little bit.

Now, there may have been a reason why Kagome didn’t really mention her sister. Part of it might have been that it would be hard to explain that her sister lived on another continent, but another part might have been that it would be even harder to explain why. And the reason it would be so hard to explain—for Kagome specifically—would be because of their father.

Now, the Higurashi family had quite a long history of shrine keepers, priests, and priestesses, dating back several hundred years. Along with that lineage came a propensity for spiritual magic and a connection to the supernatural, as well as the metaphysical, and Keiichirou Higarashi—father to Kagome, Luna, and Sota— was no exception. However, he had bigger dreams than shrine-keeping.

A bit of a rebel, Keiichirou spent some time in America during High School as a part of an exchange program. It was there, through the family that hosted him, that he found a world that he never would have imagined.

The underground world of Supernatural Monster Hunters.

He spent his high school years in America learning all about it: how to fight and protect people against different monsters, some of them like the ones his father told him stories of growing up. When he returned home, he declared that he’d found his calling, and when he could finally afford to, he would move to America to follow it.

His father worried about the fate of the Higurashi Shrine if his only child were to abandon their family’s legacy. Keiichirou wouldn’t back down, but found when he returned home, that the Hunting world extended even to Japan—not quite to the extent that it was in the States, but he could still find a middle ground between what he wanted and what his father did.

And in the interim, he fell in love and married a wonderful woman named Mei, who accepted his weird, secret world wholeheartedly.

The Higurashis’ first child was born on the first day of November, during a very full Harvest Moon. When she opened her eyes for the first time, the doctor immediately diagnosed her with partial Heterochromia; her hazel-brown eyes were speckled with gold just around her irises, making it look like she had little crescent moons in her eyes. Keiichirou chose her name for these reasons; he’d heard it when he was in America, a name that meant “moon”. Luna.

It was seven years until their next child came into the world: Kagome, named for the eight-pointed star Mei saw on her chest after she was born. Keiichirou was excited when he heard about that; he said that both of his girls had special gifts, and hoped they would one day do amazing things with them.

But another six years passed… and things weren’t so happy in the Higurashi house. Keiichirou had already started teaching Luna about the Supernatural world, where Mei thought she was too young. Keiichirou had grown weary over the years, still longing to go back to America, where the Hunter culture was strongest.

When Luna was thirteen, Kagome six, and Sota only a newborn, their parents separated.

Luna was old enough at that point, that her parents let her decide where she wanted to be. Enthralled by the idea of being a Hunter, she wanted to follow her father, even if it meant leaving the rest of her family.

Travel between the two countries was difficult; Luna was lucky if she saw her little sister and brother once a year. But they kept in touch as much as they could: by letter, by email, and a phone call every once in a while.

Then, just four years after he and Luna left Japan, Keiichirou passed away very suddenly of an illness. Despite her family’s insistence that she come back and live in Japan, Luna remained in her father’s house. She knew, by then, that she was too far into the Hunter world to leave; not to mention that she had Alice (an old family friend, let’s say for now), who had been helping take care of her anyway. So she stayed in America, as five more years went by.

She hadn’t talked to her sister in months, when she got a call from her out of the blue:

“Hey Luna, um… So, I’ve got quite the story to tell you…”

~ ~ ~

So here she was, Luna Higurashi, a 22-year-old American Monster Hunter, standing 500-ish years in the past, explaining herself to a half-dog-demon, a kitsune, a nekomata, a Demon Slayer, and a Buddhist Monk. All of whom were extremely surprised to find that Kagome had a sister.

“Nice to get to meet you all,” She said, “Kagome told me all about your adventures. She brought me here to help you get rid of that Naraku guy.”

“Kagome never told us she had a sister!” The little kitsune—Shippo—piped up first.

“So I’ve heard,” Luna chuckled, crossing her arms.

Sango, the Demon Slayer, looked rather interested in the guitar case Luna was carrying on her back. “You mentioned you were a Slayer too? That must be an impressive weapon you’re carrying.”

“Huh? Oh, no,” Luna shook her head, tugging on the strap. “This is just my guitar. It’s a musical instrument—all my weapons are in my duffel bag.”

While her attention was on Sango, Luna failed to notice the monk approaching her until he took her hand in his. “A demon slayer and a musician! To think Kagome never told us she had such a beautiful and accomplished sister.”

Luna just stared at him, but she could feel the tension rising from the Slayer next to her. It was like standing next to a crackling thunderstorm with lightning bolts ready to strike. But she had nothing to worry about, Luna wasn’t about to fall for it.

“Never did mention me, huh?” She reversed the gentle grip Miroku had on her hand, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it sideways; a warning. “But she did tell me about you. And if you value your hands, you’ll keep them to yourself.”

Miroku laughed nervously, “Ahahaha—ow! Th-there’s no need to be rash! I meant nothing by it!”

The thunderstorm was gone. Sango was smirking as Luna let the monk go. “Oh, I like her.”

Kagome sighed, shook her head and smiled. “Welcome to the group, sis.”

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kenshi-vakarian7 · 5 years

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Kira Ryder for the OC asks. Number 72 if you dont wanna answer all of them

This took a very long time, but I FINALLY completed this @alyssalenko ! Thank you for your patience. =)

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1 - What is/are your OC’s nickname(s) and how did it come about?

She doesn’t have a nickname. Though there was that one and only time Luke called her ‘Ra Ra’ for no reason other than shits and giggles (and he was also tipsy). She put a stop to it right away by threatening to show his then-girlfriend pictures of him as a baby.

2 - What is the color of your OC’s eyes/hair/skin?

Blue, dark brown, and pale peach.

3- How tall is your OC?

5'7''

4 - What is a noticeable physical attribute of your OC?

Her blue eyes, and her full lips.

5 - What does your OC normally wear? What would your OC wear on a special night?

She likes to wear her blue and black leather jacket and jeans most days. Some days, she'll wear a cute shirt. If it calls for it, she accessorize with earrings, necklaces, and the black scarf her mother gave her for her 18th birthday. On special nights, she's more dressy and likes to wear a nice blouse and mini skirt.

6 - What is one word you would use to describe your OC’s appearances?

Brave

7 - Does your OC have any markings, such as a birthmark or a scar?

She has a scar on her right hip. She got it from her time in the Alliance when she got too close to a batarian pirate while trying to help fight against a colony raid. Thankfully, it didn't go deep enough, but it did not heal right, hence the scar.

8 - How does your OC talk/what does your OC’s voice sound like?

She sounds just as she does in the game, just with a little more twinge of confidence (especially since I usually pick the logical/professional response options with her).

9 - What does your OC’s bedroom look like? His/her living area?

On the Tempest, the room is bigger than she's used to, though she loves the panorama view of space. Aside from a couple of personal items, she's pretty much kept the room as it was when she first boarded. The only thing she wished she had was a freakin' private bathroom! Like, seriously, all that room and no bathroom?! Laaaaame...

10 - What does your OC keep in a special drawer?

Her old Alliance dog tags. It was the only thing she managed to keep from her days in the Alliance.

11 - What is your OC’s relationship with his/her mother?

She adores her mother and appreciates all the little things she's done for her and her brother over the years. They rarely fought and she likes to think she inherited her mother's compassion.

12 - What is your OC’s relationship with his/her father?

As a little girl, she adored her father and considered him her hero. She was close to him and wanted to be in the military just like he was once she was all grown up. Their relationship changed when she was a teenager as he became more distant and more strict. They fought a lot before she and her brother were sent to boarding school. After that, there was nothing but tension between them. After her mother died however, her father started to open up a bit more and their relationship before to slowly heal. They were still healing their relationship when he died not long after they arrived in Andromeda. These days, Kira tries to focus on the good memories.

She likes to think that she inherited her father’s bravery… and perhaps his stubborness.

13 - How many siblings does your OC and what is his/her relationship with them?

She has one brother, her twin Luke. Despite the fact that he could occasionally be a little annoying with his humor, they are in fact best friends who tell each other almost everything.

14 - Who is the mother and/or father figure in your OC’s life?

She actually doesn't have one… but at the very least, Drack has become more like a grandfather figure to her. She fondly calls him 'Gramps.'

15 - What was your OC’s childhood like?

Aside from growing up on a space station and having a father who was a little bit strict, her childhood was actually pretty normal. She had friends, went to school, went on family vacations, etc.

16 - What is your OC’s strongest childhood memory? Why and how as that impacted him/her?

There really isn’t another that was strong per se, but the ones that do stick to her were all the times she and her family would go on vacation to various places on Earth. Her favorite trip was the time they went to Norway and saw the Northern Lights. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her lifetime. She hopes to see something similar in Andromeda someday in order to re-experience that moment once more.

17 - What is your OC’s imagination like?

She normally imagines what the future would be like, like her career and even her romantic life. She's not big on weddings, but does like to imagine herself in her dream wedding gown.

18 - How many times did your OC move as a child? Which area was his/her favorite?

She spent the majority of her life on the Citadel, where she was born. Occasionally, she and her family would travel between there, the Sierras, Brazil (where her mother was born), and Arcturus Station where she and Luke attended the station's academy/Alliance Junior program (their version of high school). She really loves going to the Sierras more so for the view.

19 - What does your OC think of children- either in general or about having them?

She doesn't mind children, and figured that it didn't matter in the end whether or not she became a mother. If it happens, it happens.

20 - What kind of mother/father would your OC be?

She'd like to think that she is as nurturing as a mother, and less strict than her father.

21 - Who are your OC’s closest relatives?

She adored her grandparents on both sides. otherwise, she wasn't really close with any of her aunts, uncles, or cousins.

22 - Who is/are your OC’s closest friend(s)?

Back in the Milky Way, her closest friend was Solana Vakarian, who was one of the few to stick by her till the end after the Ryder reputation got tarnished from her father’s AI experiments.

In Andromeda, she would become close to Vetra, who becomes like a sister to her, and Drack, who she fondly calls 'Gramps.'

23 - Who are the people your OC surrounds him/herself with?

Definitely her family and close friends.

24 - Who are the people your OC dislikes/hates?

Aside from those like the Archon, Kira really disliked Addison when she first met her. She could get her lack of trust in her since she was practically an unknown, but it really didn't sit well when she mentioned her 'goddamn father' while Kira was still reeling from his very recent death. The whole situation with Spender didn't help either, though once Addison stepped up, they started to get along a little better, at least professionally. Kira did appreciate the fact that Addison asked her how Luke was doing after everything he went through, but they otherwise didn't talk much unless it was about initiative business.

25 - If your OC has a soulmate, who is it?

A certain shady bastard from Kadara. 😋

26 - Why does your OC and his/her soulmate work so well together?

They relate to the fact that they're both leaders with big responsibilities (hers being more public of course). But one key thing is the fact that they treat the other like they are normal. Obviously it's more apparent in her case, but it's something he appreciates as well. In other words, they see and treat each other like normal human beings rather than an enigma/very-well connected smuggler.

Also, the sex is great! XD

27 - What are some things your OC admires about his/her soulmate?

She admires his practicality, resourcefulness (even if they came from shady dealings), and his ability to surprise her every now and then (except the High Noon mission of course - that’s one type of surprise she prefers not to experience again). She does envy the fact that he can work anonymously.

28 - How did your OC and his/her soulmate meet?

Evfra had them meet at Kralla's Song involving a mission to find one of his men. They were business partners at first, but the more time they spent together, the more they became infatuated with each other. One thing led to another, and as they say, the rest is history.

29 - What is your OC’s level of education?

She has a high school diploma, and went straight to a military career after that. She considered her options of a college education after the whole thing with her career went belly-up.

30 - Did your OC participate in extracurricular activities, and if so, what were they?

She mostly was involved in junior military programs while at the academy. She also enjoyings rock climbing.

31 - What is your OC’s opinion of school? What kind of student was s/he?

Kira knows education is important, but like many kids growing up, she'd rather stay home all day and have fun. She was an above-average student; never on the honor roll, but did well enough.

32 - What subjects did your OC excel at?

History and science.

33 - What subjects interested your OC?

Since she was young, Kira was always interested in military history. It helped give her insight on what life was like as a soldier, and perhaps what she could expect in our own career despite how 'results may vary.’

34 - What is your OC’s dream job and/or current profession?

Dream job: a military career, which she was able to get before her family reputation was tarnished and she was discharged.

Current profession: The Andromeda Initiative's Human Pathfinder.

In the future, she becomes an arbitrator.

35 - How is your OC working towards his/her dream job and/or achieved his/her current profession?

She attended her academy’s programs to get a head-start in her military career, which was her dream job.

As the Human Pathfinder, she was forced into the role after her father’s death and she did the best she could with it.

Becoming an Arbitrator included a very long story involving a near all-out war between the Milky Way species and Angarans living on Kadara. In the end, while negotiating a peace treaty, the angarans wouldn’t accept anyone from the Milky Way to serve the role except Kira. Kira accepted the responsibility because not only would it finally give her an exit from her role as Pathfinder, but she finally found a means of staying on Kadara (and Reyes) for good. Her experience as Pathfinder would prove invaluable in her new job.

36 - What are your OC’s thoughts/opinions of his/her current profession?

She knows she's making a big difference, especially after a very rough beginning for the entire initiative. That, at the very least, fulfills her, though after a couple of years, she'll grow tired of her profession.

37 - What is your OC’s biggest dream?

It’s quite simple… A decent house with a great view, surrounded by at least two to four cats, and equipped with a mini bar.

Before that, it was joining the military and making a difference, which she got to do for a little while. At least as Pathfinder, she did get to fully make a difference as she always dreamed about.

38- How does your OC react to and handle stress?

She works very well under stress, which she knows is essential in leadership roles. She believes her father prepared her to handle stress since she was young.

39- How does your OC handle anger?

She's very good about clamping it down in public. However, if she's desperate enough, she'll march to her room, smother her face into a pillow, and then scream into it at the top of her lungs.

40- How does your OC handle grief?

She usually handles it privately and is usually very good at compartmentalizing her emotions. Only very occasionally she loses control, and she really hates those moments.

41- What is your OC’s greatest fear?

Having everyone she loves die before her, leaving her completely alone.

42 - What makes your OC happy?

Trying new things.

43- What kind of sense of humor does your OC have?

She occasionally shows some dry sarcasm. Every once in a while, she channels her brother’s humor, more so to someone who gives her an attitude for no reason… though she never lets Luke know that in order for him to keep his precious pride. =P

44- What are some things that greatly upset your OC?

The suffering of others, especially if she couldn’t save them.

45- What are some things that annoy your OC?

Entitled people, gatekeeping, and her brother’s humor (but only when she’s in a very bad mood).

46- If your OC has them, what are some regrets s/he has?

She had a friend she met on the Citadel named Jex who was also… a friend with benefits. Things were fine between them for a year and Jex proved to be a very supportive friend during that time since this was all going on while her mother was ill. However, at some point, Jex developed feelings for Kira and, one day, confessed to her. Initially, Kira rejected him because the last thing she wanted was to get hurt again after her last serious relationship ended badly.

Not long after, Kira went to Earth to say goodbye to her mother, who was on the brink of death. Her mother’s last words to her were, ‘Fall in love, at least once.’ Those words weighed heavy on Kira and soon, she came to realize that she couldn't be afraid to love anymore. She decided to open her heart to Jex, sending him a message to meet up once she arrived on the Citadel… which was attacked by Sovereign while she was traveling. Jex would die during that battle, but Kira wouldn’t find out until a few days later.

Holding back, letting herself be afraid, and not telling Jex how she felt are the things she would always regret.

47- How easily does your OC forgive?

It depends on the circumstances. She’s pretty good at detecting whether or not someone’s apology is genuine. Her gut instincts also help in these kinds of situations.

In general, Kira will forgive you depending on how sincere you are.

48- What are some of your OC’s vices?

Indulging in a little too much chocolate, having sex for stress relief, and (very, very rarely) drinking.

49- If your OC experienced trauma, what was it?

She never experienced trauma that affected her until she arrived in Andromeda. The first was when she was suffocating on Habitat 7, while adding the fact that her father sacrificed his life for hers. She developed a fear of suffocation because of it.

The second was discovering what the kett had done to the salarians on the Archon's Ship as well as making the choice to leave Pathfinder Raeka behind. That affected her more profoundly than SAM having to revive her later in the mission.

50- What secrets does your OC have?

She doesn’t really have any huge secrets, just little insignificant stuff. There is one little secret that her brother Luke knows about - and will absolutely murder him over - if he ever said one word about it to anyone in Andromeda.

The secret?

That embarrassing moment from one summer, while camping with friends on Earth at the start of their adulthood, when she lost her bikini top while swimming in the lake… and didn’t realize she lost until all of her friends (and her brother…) got a *ahem* view.

51- What are some of your OC’s morals?

Her morals are pretty basic; be compassionate, understanding, and shoot people between the eyes if they try to kill you and your friends.

52- What are some of your OC’s motivations?

Simply, she wants to make a difference in making the universe a better place.

53- What is the health of your OC?

Physically, she's very healthy and in top shape.

Considering everything she's been through, she's okay mentally, though the occasional nightmares plague her from time to time.

54- Does your OC think with his/her head or heart?

Her head, 98% of the time.

55- What are your OC’s thoughts on death?

To her, death is an inevitability that will come sooner or later, which is why she needed to make the most of her life. The only thing that she hopes for is to not die alone and/or painfully.

56 - What are some of your OC’s strengths?

Her bravery, leadership skills, and maintaining calm and morale during stressful situations.

57- What are some of your OC’s weaknesses?

Hiding her personal feelings, even from those she’s close to. Also chocolate.

58- How does your OC take criticism?

She’s fine with them as long as they’re constructive. If they’re insulting, she brushes them off and moves on. It’s not worth seething over.

59- What does your OC think of him/herself?

She likes to think of herself as responsible and braver than most. She does worry about the morale of others under her leadership and how they perceive her.

60- If your OC could change one thing about him/herself, what would it be?

To open a little bit of her vulnerable side so that she could show others that, she too, is just human.

61- What is the general impression your OC gives other people?

Mature and brave, but still very young and learning about the universe around her.

62- How emotionally/mentally vulnerable is your OC with other people?

She's very private about her emotions and vulnerability. As a matter of fact, she'd rather not show them off at all if she can help it, even around those she is closest to.

63- How does your OC display love?

She shows rather than tells through her actions.

64- What are some habits your OC has picked up?

Hiding away when upset, and overindulging on chocolate when stressed.

65- What is your OC’s favorite drink?

Whiskey and coffee. No, not at the same time!

66- What is your OC’s favorite foods?

Chocolate, sushi, and strawberries.

67- What is your OC’s favorite sweet?

Chocolate!

68- What is your OC’s favorite season?

Autumn

69- What is your OC’s favorite kind of weather?

Weather that is just cool enough for her to wear a sweater. Autumn is her ideal season.

70- What is your OC’s favorite book?

She doesn’t have a particular favorite book, but her favorite genre is mystery thriller.

71- What is your OC’s favorite movie and/or TV show?

She doesn’t have a particular favorite, but she does enjoy action films and comedy shows.

72- What is your OC’s favorite kind music (and song if there is one)?

Modern synthetic music that she could dance to in a nightclub.

73- What is your OC’s favorite form of entertainment?

Nightclub dancing, concerts, and movies.

74- What is your OC’s favorite color?

Blue

75- What is your OC’s favorite scent?

Honeydew.

76- What is your OC’s favorite animal?

Cats 🐱

77- What is your OC’s favorite sound?

The crackling sound of an open fire.

78- What is your OC’s favorite time of day?

Definitely late evening. She feels most alive around this time.

79- What is your OC’s favorite kind of ice cream?

Chocolate fudge brownie.

80- What is your OC’s favorite dinosaur?

She personally finds the Saurolophus to be strangely adorable.

#kv7 ocs #kira ryder #mass effect andromeda

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itsmrkinney · 6 years

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Clash || Brian and Justin

When Brian’d agreed to pick up dinner after work, the last fucking person he’d expected to see at the restaurant... Of all the people that he’d never ever want to see again, it had to be him.

Craig-Fucking-Taylor. Fantastic.

It’d been years since the man had even been mentioned, and it’d been even longer since he’d even seen hide or hair of him, but here he is, coming through the door and moving to the side to stand and wait for his name to be called.

Brian tries to play it cool, to not even pay him any mind, but of course, that goes right out the fucking window as soon as Brian hears the girl at the counter call his name.

He can already feel Craig’s eyes on him and as he steps out of line, he’s not at all surprised to hear the disgusted and/or surprised tone:

“Kinney?” Brian curses under his breath, stops, and turns to look the man in the eye.

“Craig, what are the odds of seeing you here?”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Craig sneers, not that Brian hadn’t expected that..

“Uh, picking up dinner?” Brian shrugs in answer. “Although, believe me, this place is not in my top five places to order food from, but you know,” he waves his left hand dismissively, knowing full well that the low lighting in the room will catch on his wedding band, “the hubby insisted. You know how Justin can be...”

“J-Justin?” Craig stutters, and Brian takes great pleasure in watching the disgusted look on the man’s face as his eyes now gravitate toward Brian’s hand. “You’re married?”

“Huh?” Brian flashes his wedding band once more, already having too much fun with this for his own good. “Oh, yeah, almost two years now. Of course, it would’ve been sooner had Justin gotten his way.”

“You gays just can’t leave well enough alone, can you? You have to take the one sacred thing—”

But, of course, Brian’d been expecting that one. “Let me stop you right there, Craig,” he interrupts, holding up his hand. “It is legal, at least, it is in Vermont. And I asked him. Hell, you should’ve seen the look on his fucking face, like a kid on Christmas!”

“Mr. Kinney?” the woman at the counter calls again, and Brian simply shrugs his shoulders at the older man before making his way over to the counter to grab the bags of food and pay.

Brian turns on his heel to make his way out of the restaurant, but something occurs to him, and he stops, turning to look at Craig. “Oh! That reminds me!” He claps Craig on the back once. “Congrats, Craig, or should I call you Gramps?”

But Brian doesn’t even give Craig enough time to answer. Instead, he exists, making his way to the car parked across the street. He’s just fishing his keys from his pocket when he once again hears the older man’s voice behind him.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Brian turns, tongue-in-cheek. “Oh, Justin didn’t tell you? I guess that shouldn’t surprise me. Justin likes to keep to himself nowadays.” His grin nearly splits his face in two, just in anticipation of Craig’s reaction. “We’ve got a bun in the oven! Congrats, Grandpa!”

“You two are having a kid? You can't!”

“Oh, but we can,” Brian intercedes, way before Craig has the chance to start with that whole ‘fags can’t be parents’ bullshit. “It’s this little thing called Artificial Insemination and Surrogacy.”

"You'll ruin their lives with your disgusting lifestyle! They wont know wrong from right!"

"I'm sure they'll get along just fine. After all, Justin turned out pretty well considering he had an asshole like you for a father..." Craig looks like he’s about to be sick now, but still, Brian can do better. “Of course, the IVF was a little bit more difficult than we anticipated. It took many, many tries. Justin gets a little shy in the clinical setting. Getting him to jerk off into a cup was hard enough, but you know, that's what he has me for. He made good use of the extra hand, not to mention the fact that he tends to forget about all that clinical shit when he’s got something nice and big up his—”

The punch seemingly comes out of nowhere, knocking Brian to the ground. He can already feel a sticky wetness on his face, but he doesn’t have the time to reach up, to see if it’s coming from his nose or his mouth before another punch lands straight to his jaw. He groans and folds in on himself, but that just seems to fuel the fire.

Brian can hear a slew of curses as blow after blow is directed at him. Soon the punches are replaced with kicks to his gut, and Brian’s breath is nearly knocked out of him. He can taste blood in his mouth and he can hear his heartbeat in his ears.

He isn’t sure when the beating stops, or how long he’s been lying there on the pavement, but it’s suddenly silent. Brian tries to move, but it’s like his limbs aren’t cooperating. It seems like hours before he’s finally able to stand and lean against the ‘vette.

There’s an aching in his ribs and he can already tell there’s swelling on his jaw. When Brian lifts his hand to his face, he comes away with blood. He spits, and sees red on the ground, along with the forgotten bags of food, now seemingly covered in ants.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Brian thinks to reach for his cell, to call Justin, the cops, anyone, but he’s tired. He’s so fucking tired, and he’s hurting, and he wants nothing more than to go home and shower and sleep for days on end. He knows his probably shouldn’t be driving, and as he eases into the driver’s seat, there’s a searing pain in his side, but he ignores it.

He doesn’t bother buckling up, afraid the pressure of the seat belt against his aching ribs will only make matters worse. He starts the engine and drives.

It’s well past midnight when he finally reaches the house. He can see lights on and heaves a sigh as he cuts the engine, leaning his head back against the headrest. Brian catches a glimpse of himself in the rearview mirror and a sudden wave of nausea overtakes him.

Brian opens the car door and wretches, but of course, nothing comes of it, nothing except another stab of pain in his side. He somehow is able to slide out of the driver’s seat, with just one destination in mind: home. He eyes the front door like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. That, of course, is until it happens...

...when everything goes black.

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fallen029 · 6 years

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Parenthood: Sick and Tired

"Okay, boys," Laxus began as he walked back and forth in front of the living room couch, hands clasped behind his back. "What are the rules for when Mommy's sick?"

"Um," Pike, his youngest, hummed. "No eating things that aren't food."

Mace, his nephew (by marriage he might add), only blew his brown hair out of his eyes with a giggle. "That there are no rules!"

"Wrong," Laxus said, coming to a stop to stare at them. "There are definitely rules. And Pike, you don't eat things whether I'm in charge or Mira is. Or hell, even if the dog was in charge, you don't eat things! We've gone over this." Huffing, the man thought for a moment before saying, "Any other guesses?"

No. Not from those two. If he was going to be rude about it, then they didn't wanna play with him.

Nathan, however, the eldest of the three, only sat there on the other side of the couch, glaring at Laxus. He knew the rules of Mirajane being sick and knew them well.

The first and most important was, of course, that they weren't allowed to bother her. In the new house, that meant that they weren't even allowed to go into her room and wake her up. Short of one of them cutting their arms off or something, Mira was to be left alone so she could rest.

Nate hated that rule. A lot! How could Mirajane get better if he wasn't there nursing her back to health? If you asked Mirajane, she'd tell you that she very much so wanted her boys there, but mean ol' Laxus didn't see it that way. Something about how they'd only stress her more or some other stupid garb like that.

Bah!

No one could make Mirajane feel as great as Nate could. No one.

She was his mother. And he was her favorite. No doubt about either of those. Mira needed him.

"No?" Laxus was still prompting. "No guesses? Alright, then I'll tell you. The one and only rule is that I am in charge. Which means no going to bother Mirajane or whining because I'm mean or-"

"Laxus, what are you doing? Because I know it's not bothering the children."

The man in question didn't even turn around as someone else entered the living room. Only growled.

"Gramps," he complained. "I'm talkin' to my boys right now, so if you would kindly-"

"When you were a boy," Makarov went on as all three boys, at the sound of his voice, jumped up to go use the man for protection, "I couldn't get you to behave for anything. Did you know, Nathan, that your father used to-"

"We brought you here for your own good," Laxus growled. "But you interrupting me is about to make it to your detriment."

"Laxus is being mean," Nathan told his grandfather who only patted him on the head. "We don't like him as much as Mommy."

"Don't call me by my first name, you brat," Laxus complained as Pike only wrapped his arms around Makarov with a giggle. "And you better stop undermining me, old man."

"I'm not undermining you," his grandfather defended. "At all. If Mirajane is sick, they shouldn't bother her. But they don't need you acting so rudely to them about it. And besides, if you really wanted to do your wife some good, you'd take them out of the house for a bit so she could truly get some peace and quiet."

Laxus blinked. Then he glared. "You don't think I was already planning that?"

No. But the man only hummed before patting each boy on the head and saying, "How about you go and get ready for the day, boys. You don't think you can go out in your nightclothes, do you?"

Considering the older two tried their hardest to take after their fathers and, even in the cold, only wore their underwear to bed (albeit theirs were covered in superheroes), they really couldn't. And Pike didn't want to get his doggy jammies dirty, after all.

It took some time for them all to get ready. Laxus had to change too, doing so as quietly as possible as he entered he and Mirajane's bedroom. She was in there, of course, with her faithful mutt sleeping at her side, and didn't stir in the slightest as he moved around. The boys were very busy as well, trying hard not to wake her up.

Except for that argument over the bathroom where Nate wanted to take a shower and Pike was trying to brush his teeth and Mace had to pee. That argument went on for a good ten minutes until Laxus came to break them the hell up. And shut the them the hell up as well.

Those three…

Laxus went to go wake Mirajane up before they left though, to inform her of what they were doing.

"I'm gonna go take the boys out to the market," he told her as she only blinked sleepily up at him. "Alright? And I set some juice on your nightstand. Right here. See?"

"I'm not five, Lax," she whispered, voice extremely hoarse. "Thank you though."

Nodding, he said, "We'll go out and get some stuff to make soup."

"You don't have to-"

"I do have to," he insisted. "And besides, I have to make them something for dinner anyways."

"I guess that's right."

"Gramps is still here," he added as he turned to head for the door. "In case you need anything."

Mirajane snuggled down into the bed with a sigh. "Like I would ever bother Master with-"

"I know," he said, grinning over at her. "But he made me say that."

"Ah."

"I won't be gone long," the man assured her. "And if the dog's bothering you-"

"Laxus, leave us alone." She shut her eyes once more as her mutt didn't move from his spot in, well, Laxus' spot. But really, it was his spot. He just let Laxus keep it warm sometimes. "And can you pick up some tea while you're out?"

"For you? Anything."

"Mmmm."

It wasn't hard for Mirajane to drift off after that. She did hear Makarov mucking around the place though and only wished she didn't have such a severe headache so that she could use her headphones to block the noise out. All of her ached, however, and the only relief was sleep.

The next time she awoke, some time had passed and she was just lying there, on her side, staring over at where Pike was standing, at the side of her bed.

"Hi," she whispered softly as he only stood there.

"Hi."

"What are you doing?"

"Waitin' for you to wake up," he told her. The boy had recently gotten a hair cut and, with it so short and spiky, it was taking an adjustment to getting used to. His hands were clasped behind his back and he almost looked nervous. Mira had no doubt that her husband had threatened them that if they got caught bothering her, they'd be in big trouble.

"Why, baby? Are you okay?"

He nodded before moving to hold something out to her. It was a card, from the looks of it, and with a groan Mirajane sat up to look at it.

"Wow," she complimented as Pike lost some of his anxiousness and bounced in place, clearly excited. "This is really...something, baby."

"Uh-huh." It definitely was. Reaching out, he pointed at the face of the card. "I wrote that."

"I can tell."

"I didn't even ask Nate or nothin' on how to spell it."

Considering it said 'Git Well Son' she wasn't too shocked by that admission.

"It's beautiful," she said.

"Open it!" Another bounce. "Mommy."

"I am," she told him with a slight grin. The dog had woken up then and only shifted in bed with a loud breath. He wasn't feeling well either, but that was more his usual pains than anything special. "Wow, Pike. Did you draw this, honey?"

"Uh-huh. All 'lone." He leaned over the side of the bed to stare at it with her. "You like it?"

"I love it. Is this me? And you? And there's daddy and Nate and Mace and… What is this, Pike?" Mirajane pointed to the stick figure that looked like it was standing on it's head, if not hovering a bit. "In black?"

"That's Bickslow," he said.

"Why's he upside down?"

"Why wouldn't he be?"

And then they both just stared at one another for a moment and, with a shake of her head, Mira gave in. Then they went through the other stick figures that were there, rounding out Pike's family with his Aunt Ever, Uncle Elf, and, of course, Freed. Not to mention Gramps and the mangy old mutt. For some reason, Pike had given Makarov yellow atop his head for his hair, which Mirajane found odd at first, but figured that the old man had probably instructed him to do so.

Sounded extremely likely.

"Pike," they heard someone yelling about then. It was Laxus. "Where are you?"

"Uh-oh." Pike patted his mommy's arm and blew his doggy a kiss before hightailing it outta there.

Mirajane only giggled though, spending another few moments staring at the card, before moving to set it up on her nightstand where it would remain for a few days until she finally put it in the drawer with all the boys other 'artworks.'

Just as quickly though, she was diving back under the covers as the shivers set in, and tried to sleep some more. It wasn't easy, however, and she mostly just laid around in bed miserably for a good hour before she must have passed out. That was the only explanation as the next time she opened her eyes, the sun was setting outside it seemed. What had woken her up though was still very much so standing at her bedside.

"Nate," she whispered. "What are you doing?"

"I's callin' your name," he told her with a grin, gripping a bowl of something in his hands. "Mommy."

"I noticed," she yawned.

"I's supposed to come in here and see if you were up," he went on before holding out the bowl. Mirajane could see some sort of clear soup in there. "If not, I's supposed to just come back later."

"Then why didn't you?" Mira asked.

"Because I love you. And mean ol' Laxus won't let me see you." Nate even gave her a pouting face then. "He's real- Hey! Pike gave you his card? That sneaker."

"Nathan, don't call your brother a...sneaker," Mirajane said, though she was smiling a bit. "Or call your father Laxus."

"You call him Laxus." He was shoving the bowl off on her then before reaching around in his shorts pockets for something. Mirajane only moved to set the bowl on the nightstand as well. "Here, Mommy. Mace and I made you stuff too. He went home already, but wanted me to give it to you when you got up."

Mace's was a nice, folded sheet of paper on which the boy had written her in cursive (it was his favorite way to write) about how much he loved her and that he wished she felt better. It was riddled with misspellings and illegible writing, but Mirajane grinned at it regardless.

"And this is mine," Nate said, moving to hand her a crumpled up piece of paper. The best for last, after all. "You like it?"

Nathan had just written (in very defined and careful lettering) 'GIT BETTER NOW' as well as drew a smiley face.

Maybe Nate had helped Pike with his card...

Grinning at her, he said, "You like mine best, right?"

"Nathan," she giggled even though it hurt her throat, head, and entire body. "I love them all equally."

Yeah. That's exactly what she said when she meant that she loved his the most. Trust him, he just knew.

"Try my soup," he suggested then. Mirajane noticed that the dog was gone and figured Laxus had gotten him up at some point to use the bathroom. Nathan wasted no time in clambering over her to claim the vacated spot with a grin. "I made it all alone."

"All alone?" Mirajane repeated. "Nathan?"

"Well… Yes. I did."

Heh.

"Mmmm, let me try it, okay?" Mirajane moved to set her new pieces of 'art' next to Pike's card before picking up the bowl of soup once more. "No crackers?"

"Oh, yeah." More rustling around in his pocket before the boy produced a handful of crumpled saltines. "Here you go. Let me-"

"No, that's alright." Mirajane held the bowl higher when he tried to dump the crumbs (mixed in with lint and...was that half a posted note?) into her bowl. "It's great without them. Mmmm."

"You haven't tasted it yet."

"I can just smell."

Shrugging, Nate moved to shove the crackers (and other things) back into his pocket. "Is it as good as somethin' you'd make?"

"Mmmm," Mirajane hummed as she spooned some up. After forcibly swallowing, she said, "It's a bit salty."

"Yeah. I know!" He seemed really excited by that. "Stupid La- Daddy wouldn't let me put anymore in the pot. I know how much you like salt."

She frowned. "You do?"

"Uh-huh. You're always puttin' it in stuff. I figured I'd pour a whole bunch in your bowl when La- Daddy wasn't lookin'." Nate seemed proud of himself. "Did you need some more? I can go get-"

"No, no," she was quick to say. "And when is it that you've seen me put so much...salt on things, Nate?"

"You always put salt on stuff you're cookin'," he said. "Don't you?"

Sure. She also put a plethora of other seasonings. Not just so much of a single one. Ever. In her life.

"Of course," Mira lied with a grin. Nate was staring so expectantly at her that she had to suffer through another spoonful. "Mmmm. And so much salt on top of all this meat that your father put in here that was already salt enough no doubt is just...swell. Thank you, baby."

"You're welcome." Nate grinned. "Is it making you feel better?"

It was making her attention shift from her horrible headache to her forming stomachache, if that was what he meant.

"Sure."

"I can get you more," he said. "After you finish-"

"I said to come in here and give her the soup, you brat," they heard from the hall then as the bedroom door was opened. "Not come in here and-"

"Don't call him a brat, Laxus," Mirajane said with a frown over at her husband as he came into their bedroom. "It's not nice."

"Yeah," Nate said as he only cuddled against the woman's side. "It's not nice."

"Look you little-"

"Laxus, go away," Mira complained. And then, with a stricken look, she said, "I have to finish my soup."

"She likes it," Nate said with a nod. "And I told you to put more salt in it. So I did without you knowing and she said that she loves it! So there!"

"Stop yelling at me, you little-"

"You stop yelling at me!"

"Enough," Mirajane told them both. "I don't feel well."

Snuggling up to her, Nathan only stuck out his tongue as Laxus looked about ready to go find some scissors to cut it off.

"Go start on your own dinner, boy," the man finally said. "Gramps and Pike are eating without you."

"I wanna eat with Mommy."

"Are you sure? I think Gramps said something about letting Pike sit in his lap-"

"What?" Just like that, Nathan was leaving Mirajane behind. "Bye, Mommy. I'll see you after I eat."

"No, you won't," Laxus called after him, going to shut the door once he was out it. "Brat."

"Lax, can you do something for me?" Mira was asking then, glancing over at the man.

"Already got the tea on for you, demon."

"Not that," she said, holding out her bowl then. "Nate, like, dumped an entire salt shaker in this and I-"

"He what?" Growling, he came over to the bed. "That little sneaker."

At least she knew where Nate got it…

"Don't tell him I told you," she was quick to say. "If he sees you getting me more, just tell him that I finished all his. Please?"

The man only grunted, moving to take the bowl. Mirajane smiled at him though as, shifting the bowl to one hand, he moved to rest a hand against her head, checking for a fever.

"You're still hot," he reported.

"Thanks."

"I'll be back," he said, backing away with the bowl. "Without the salt."

"Please and thank you."

When Laxus came back bearing soup, Mirajane gulped it down rather quickly as the slayer only went into their adjoining bathroom to run her a hot bath.

"It's ready when you finish," was all he said as, with a long sigh, he headed back out of their room to go wrangle the boys in. Bedtime was upon them and, well, that was never easy.

Never.

The bath, however, was perfect and Laxus brought her some tea while she was in there, which was just as great. She neglected to tell him that he had, once again, bought the wrong type, as he always did, because he could never seem to remember the very simple brand that she liked, but sometimes it was just the thought that counted.

From the silence in the bathroom, however, she could hear Laxus chasing Nate around their house as they argued over whether or not it really was bedtime or he was just lying. Nate felt like he was lying. Not without good reason. Laxus had a pretty bad habit of that.

One of the biggest problems of their new house was, well, that it was so big. They were used to the tiny apartment where it was easy to corner and corral the boys when they were misbehaving. Nate was just so fast and Pike was extremely squirrely. If one didn't want to get caught, they wouldn't.

It was eventually Makarov, from the sounds of it, that forced Nathan to just go to bed and, though there were tears, not ten minutes after he was shut away in his room, they ceased and he no doubt was asleep.

Mmmm. Mira was glad she missed that one that night.

When she slipped out of the tub, the woman only put on one of her husband shirts and a pair of sleep pants before, finally, leaving the bedroom to get more tea.

She ran into Makarov in the kitchen though.

"What are you doing, Master?" she asked, glancing at the stack of papers that he was going through at the kitchen table. "Work?"

"Another day, another horrible amount of irreplaceable damage done to a town that Natsu was sent to save."

She would have giggled has she felt well enough.

"Well," she hummed as she went to refill her cup. "There's always hope that one day he'll grow out of it."

"At this stage in life," he grumbled in response, "I don't see myself living to see that."

"Oh, Master. Don't say things like that. You-"

"What are you doing out of bed?"

And Laxus was coming into the room with a scowl already plastered on his face.

"I," he continued as he came over to her, "was going to bring you more tea eventually."

"It's fine, Lax. I couldn't stay in bed forever."

"No, but you could have until you felt better."

"I wanted to get up. That's all."

"Leave her be, boy," Makarov complained from the table as Laxus only glared at him. "You bothered the kids all day, you yelled at the dog, and then you were just so rude to me when I-"

"You suggested making some sort of spicy, exotic soup instead of the one that I had already planned on making," Laxus complained. "You know, because Mirajane was sick? Something that your suggestion would have only made worse?"

"See? Rude."

"Gramps-"

"You guys are giving me a headache," Mirajane said as, with her tea refilled, she turned to leave the room. "And where's my dog, Laxus?"

"Peeing in the backyard or something. How should I know?"

"Get him fed and then put him in Nate's room, alright?" Mira took a sip of the tea. "And ooh, I have to go tell the boys goodn-"

"Mirajane, you better not wake them up."

"Never."

"I mean it. And go back to bed! Do you even want to get better?"

Desperately. But she didn't want to lose her sanity in the meantime.

Both boys were already sleeping, but Mirajane still pressed a kiss to Pike's head and, as Nate slept on the top bunk in his room, only reached up to gently pat him on the tummy. There was nothing she hated more than missing out on time with them.

Or admitting that Laxus was right. Which he was. She needed to get back in bed and fast. The bath had soothed her a bit, but she was starting to get extremely cold again and had no problem with rushing to snuggle back under the covers on her bed.

Maybe things would be better in the morning.

She was awakened before that though, around eleven that night, when her husband finally came to bed. He did so in the most obnoxious way possible, immediately moving to press his hand to her head and cheeks the second he was in the bed.

"Lax?" she croaked out miserably. "What are you doin'?"

"Just checking," was all he said as he frowned in the darkness. "You're still sick."

"Thanks for the update." When he tried to kiss her head, she moved away. "I don't wanna get you sick."

"I don't care." He kissed her anyways, but Mira only stared at him. She'd woken up ill that morning and, well, now that she was full-fledged sick, she didn't want to spread it to him.

"Maybe I should sleep on the couch," she suggested with a frown. "I don't want you to-"

"Why would you sleep on the couch?" he complained as he only settled into the bed. "You really paint me as a jackass, you know that?"

"I just know that you won't sleep on it."

And he wouldn't. Not anymore. She used to kick him out to it all the time, but about a year ago, he'd been having so many back problems that he just flat out refused. She could sleep facing away from him, berate him the entire time, or even just glare the whole night at him; he didn't care.

He was not going to the couch.

For anything.

...Well, except for last month when he got so drunk at the hall that Freed and Bickslow had to help him home…or the time before that when he'd been rather cranky and said that her dinner had sucked...or…

Okay, so yeah, sometimes he slept on the couch, but not without good reason. Like life or death.

"I would before I made you," he told her gruffly as he stared up at the ceiling. "Besides, Nate's bottom bunk is free. If I felt like you'd get me sick, I'd go sleep there."

"I guess that's true."

Except for when she kicked him to the couch. Which didn't happen. Often. But when it did, if she said couch, she meant couch.

Mirajane was a monster.

Erhm, a demon.

When they both settled out for the night once more, she rolled away from him, which was odd, but he figured she didn't want to breath on him or something stupid like that. To remedy this, Laxus only shifted closer to her side of the bed and snuggled up to her back.

"Lax-"

"Shuddup," he grumbled halfheartedly. "Those boys made me so damn tired today. They're impossible to deal with."

Given that she did so every day, alone, as he was out on jobs, while also balancing time at the bar, she found this to be rather false, but only moaned. "I'd bet. Now let me go."

"Never," he breathed. "Silly demon."

She shivered as he nuzzled against his neck. "I go in and out of being extremely hot and extremely cold because of my fever, so I'm going to be tossing and turning a lot."

"Bring it on."

"Laxus-"

"I wanna just hold you for a bit." He kissed the back of her head. "Okay with you?"

Slowly Mirajane relaxed into him and shut her eyes once more. "Okay with me."

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Angela woke up with a smile on her face as she wondered what her loving boyfriend had planned for her. She chuckled as she grabbed her bath robe and wrapped it around her before heading downstairs to the kitchen. Her smile slipped from her face when she saw the letter neatly folded on the table. Picking it up, she read it. 'I'm sorry for leaving without telling you but me, Ever, Freed and Bickslow had a mission to go on. See you when I get home.'

Angela felt a tear run down her cheek which she quickly wiped away. 'I can't believe he forgot again,' she said with a depressed chuckle. For the third year in a row Laxus had forgotten her birthday. Had gone on a mission with them and told her through a letter.

And it wasn't just her birthday. Valentine'a Day, dates, anniversaries, all conveniently forgotten and traded for missions with the Thunder Legion. Angela had spent the past three years hoping that one day he would prove her wrong, but every time he ended up disappointing her. 'That's it. This time I'm gonna do it.'

~TIME SKIP 2 WEEKS~

Laxus walked into the guild with the Thunder Legion and smiled as he saw Angela sitting at the bar talking to Mirajane. He loved her more than the world itself and he had found the perfect thing to give her after the three years they've been together. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms protectively around her. When she didn't react at all he turned her chair around. 'Is something wrong Angel,' he asked caressing her cheek.

She gave him a weak smile before placing a light kiss to his cheek. 'No Laxus. I'm just tired. I think I'll head back home and take a nap.' He nodded and watched as she left.

He was about to go talk to his grandfather when he noticed the faint disappointed look on Mira's face. 'What?' he asked, slightly annoyed at her because of it. She just sighed and shook her head, going back to managing the bar and pouring drinks.

~TIME SKIP~

Laxus smiled as he entered his and Angela's shared house only to be met with an unnatural stillness to the air. Frowning he went to their bedroom and gently knocked on the door. 'Angel, you up?' he asked as he opened the door only to find the bed untouched with a note placed on his pillow.

Frowning, he picked the note up and read it. Then reread it to make sure that it truly said what he had read. 'Dear Laxus, I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore. For the past three year's you've not only forgotten Valentine's Day and our anniversary, you've also forgotten my birthday and dates we had planed weeks in advance. Everyday I woke up and saw another of your notes was a day my heart cracked. So I'm sorry, but I'm leaving. I already had master remove my guild mark and by now I'm long gone. Hopefully next time you find someone dumb enough to fall for you you'll treat her with more respect than you did me. I tried to be patient, but my patience with you has run out. I hope you have a nice life.'

Laxus crumpled the paper and sat on the edge of the bed, not even bothering to try and stop the tears that were falling. The room was silent aside from his sobs. He should've followed her earlier today. He should've asked gramps if he knew if something was wrong.

He pulled the small jewelry box from his pocket and opened it to reveal the sapphire ring that he had gotten for her. That night he had been planning on proposing to her, but now it's all over. If only he knew how to build a time machine. Then maybe he could prevent himself from being so stupid. Why couldn't he have, just once, remembered the things they had planned in advance. Remember her birthday without her having to remind me about it. Say no when Bickslow and Ever drag me on a mission.

There was a timid knock on the bedroom door and he looked up to see Freed standing there with a shocked look on his face. 'She left,' was all Laxus could manage to get out before he broke down again. Not to his surprise the green haired mage came over and tried to comfort him, but nothing would sooth the pain he felt deep within his chest.

~TIME SKIP 8 YEARS~

Laxus walked around Crocus as he waited for midnight to come. It had been eight years since Angel had left him and it still hurt to think about her. Of course it didn't help that seven of those years he had been sealed in time so it was technically only a year ago that it all happened.

As he was drifting off in his thoughts two small children ran into him. 'Sorry mister,' the black haired girl shouted before her blonde haired brother grabbed her wrist and started dragging her away. He couldn't tell why, but they looked so familiar to him.

He smiled as the boy gleefully dragged his sister off but it soon faded once he saw the lady they were heading to. 'Mommy, can we please go to Ryuzetsu Land?'

'Angela?' he breathed out but it was loud enough to distract her from what she was about to tell the boy.

She turned around and looked right at him before clearing her throat and putting on a straight face. 'I'm sorry but do I know you?' she said.

Laxus frowned. 'You were always terrible at lying,' he said with a chuckle as he approached her.

Angela steeled herself for what he would do. She expected his anger but when he hugged her she felt like crying. 'I've missed you so much,' he whispered into her ear. He then pulled away and looked down at her children. 'So what are their names?'

She smiled and rubbed Jane's head as she hugged her leg. 'Jane and Ash,' she said as she picked Ash up.

She was about to try and get away from him but before she could do anything he brought up the one question she didn't want to answer. 'Hey Ash,' she said to get his attention. With a fake smile she handed him some jewel. 'How about you take your sister into that toy store over there and buy something, okay.'

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Once they were gone Laxus asked again. 'So who's the father?' He didn't really want to know, but he also wanted to make sure they were being taken care of.

A sad look crossed her face as she stared into his eyes. Are free online slots fixed. 'When I figured out I was pregnant I was half-way across Fiore and by the time I got back to Magnolia, you had been kicked out and I couldn't find you. Eventually I came to Crocus and went into labor and have been here ever sense.'

Laxus felt like he had been punched in the gut (except lower) as what she was saying sunk in. 'They're mine,' he whispered as he looked to the ground in shame.

Angela nodded as she looked towards the toy store and laughed at what she saw. Jane and Ash were trying to capture Bickslow's babies as they flew around the big lug. 'You better not harm my children you idiot,' she shouted at him playfully.

He looked up and a big smile spread across his face, his tongue sticking out. 'Long time no see Angel. Where you working now?'

She let out a small chuckle. 'As a bar maid for the Sabertooth guild. The master's strict but it pays well and Jane and Ash love Frosche and Lector, so I'm not gonna complain too much.'

Angela checked her watch and gasped at the time. 'Jane, Ash, come here,' she called out as she worried about being late. 'I'm sorry to cut this reunion short but I have a dinner date with friends before the games start. See you later.'

With that she left, leaving Laxus to watch as her and their kids left. 'So who's the father?' Bickslow asked with his babies chanting 'father, father.'

'Me,' he said with a longing look on his face. 'Now I really wish I had a time machine or some way to go back and fix my mistakes before they happened.'

Laxus sighed before turning and going in the opposite direction that Angela had gone, thinking of everything that he had missed out on due to his own stupidity. He remembered one day Freed told him that over time he would feel better, but at this moment he couldn't have felt worse. He was completely aware of how his own stupidity had played a major role on her leaving him. Had caused him to miss out on the first seven years of his children's life.

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But he swore at that moment that he would find someway to capture Angela's heart again and convince her to rejoin Fairy Tail and become his wife.

He sighed as he came to a stop and removed the box from his pocket and opened it to look at the ring it contained. He would convince her to be his and then he would never let them go.

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Not until the day he was forced to leave them forever.

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