#Like a built-in comfort blankie

[pushing500]

Everyone say happy birthday to Pro! She's growing up so fast <3 <3

I look forward to seeing where she goes in life. I love her so much. For the T'au Va!

Our exploding dinosaur is allergic to the ocular forest, I think.

Noooooo my babies have the flu!!

Okay, I don't know how many people are in the crossover between the RimWorld Alpha Biomes mod and online worldbuilding projects, but does anybody else get "Mystery Flesh Pit National Park" vibes from the ocular forest?

Anyway, the randomly generated name for our new home is Monster's Basin, which I think is very fitting!

And finally, Duchess and Blackdragon have brought a little brightness to the dreary red mist of the ocular forest by announcing that lil' Dire Wolf is going to be a big sister soon!! Congratulations to the Babalbil-Mossler family!! <3 <3 <3

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[astroboots]

Every You Every Me #Issue 5

COLLABORATED WITH @thirstworldproblemss

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x female reader

Summary: You finally catch Spiderman in your bed and try to get answers to the many many questions you have.

Word count: 3,200 words.

Content: Awkward one bed shenanigans, teensy bits of angst

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You wake to the glare of the morning sun spilling through the curtains.

Your first waking thought is that it. is. so. bright. God, why is it so fucking bright.

Your second thought is that you need to pee. 

There is no third. Because your bladder is killing you. 

There's just one not-so-small problem, and he's lying on top of you, in the same position he fell asleep in last night. Wrapped all around you, clinging on like you're a soft comfort blankie he refused to be weaned off of.

It's not... unpleasant, exactly (your need to pee aside).

For such a large man, being trapped underneath him is more comfortable than you might have expected. He's heavy, sure, but the pressure feels more like a weighted blanket with the way he's draped across your body, arms curled around your waist and back. 

It helps that the sheer size disparity means that you're too small of a surface area for his whole body to cover and most of his weight rests on the mattress. 

Rather than suffocating, it’s almost… cozy.

It must be really early in the morning, because your room is nearly silent. You can’t hear the familiar New York traffic. The noise of honking cars, angry shouting people and screaming cop sirens outside of your window. Instead, in the quiet of the morning the only noise you hear is the sound of his soft snoring against your collarbone.

Before today, you never knew superheroes snore. It’s not the sort of mundane thing you ever think about superheroes doing.

You stare up at him for a minute, soft skin and long lashes fluttering across his cheeks, marveling that he looks so... human. 

Which of course he does. The observation shouldn’t really surprise you. For all the fantastical mythos that surrounds them, at the end of the day, most superheroes are human beings. 

…Unless you're talking about Thor, of course, who’s an actual Viking God. And maybe not Hulk either, because... well... look at him. He’s all green and roided out, you don’t know what he is but he’s certainly not human. And then there’s– Okay, you know what, now that you actually think about it, a lot of superheroes are not human at all.

Maybe that’s why last night took you so much by surprise. You always thought they were invincible. You’d never guess that a slice of coffee cake could bring one down, collapsing as easily like a poorly built house of cards.  

Even more surprised when he’d held onto you, pleading for you to stay. 

When you see the Avengers plastered on the front cover of every newspaper, they look larger than life. When you see Captain America and his star-spangled shield sparkling in the centerfold of the Times, you never really stop to consider, what’s he like when the mask comes off.

In some abstract way, you were aware that superheroes have lives beyond just superheroing. You just never thought about the fact that a lot of them probably have families at home that they worry about. Friends that they care for. People they miss. 

Nena

He'd said.

The person he mistook you for last night.

Something squeezes uncomfortably tight in your chest just remembering the tone in his voice when he said it.

Something is going on here. It's clear to you now even more so than before, that this man doesn’t just keep saving you out of sheer coincidence. There’s a mystery here that’s all tied together in an interconnected web somehow and you're pretty sure it has to do with this Nena person. She is most likely the answer to why your whole life has been upended in the last few months. 

You need to find out what is going on and now that he's physically here, right in front of you, as soon as he wakes you can finally ask him and get some answers that are long overdue. 

You just really need to fucking pee first.

Gingerly, you wedge an arm between your chest and his. You attempt to slowly and carefully pry open the stranglehold he has on you, hoping to scoot up and out of his arms.

He grunts in reply, still soundly asleep, and his arms tighten their hold on you, pulling you back into him as he burrows his face into your chest.

"Five more minutes," he grumbles, voice raspy with sleep. "Nena, it's too early."

There it is again, that nickname. You freeze, holding as still as possible, feeling your heart skip a beat at the tone of his voice as he said it. It’s said with so much fondness and hints at so much familiarity each time he has said it. 

You don't know what you're meant to do in this situation. Except you clearly can’t let him go on thinking you’re… whoever it is that he thinks you are for much longer.

There are the muddy moral implications of allowing this to go on any further after all, considering that the man probably has no idea where he is after you practically roofied him with baked goods.

You also still really need to go pee already.

He shifts against you, one thick, heavy thigh wrapping over your leg and pulling you in further before coming to a rest directly on top of your bladder. Okay, fuck, you take back what you said about this not being unpleasant. This is really, really unpleasant. 

You need him to get up now. 

Forcing your hand free, you reach up to give him a polite tap on the shoulder. When polite doesn’t get you any results, you do it harder, three successive taps, and he still doesn’t even stir. You keep tapping, progressively harder until you’re punching him hard enough that any normal person would be yelping in pain and begging you to stop. 

He groans once, arms shifting to secure his hold on you. For a moment you think he’s going to ask for another ‘five minutes,’ but then the whole of his body goes stiff, every muscle suddenly rigid with tension. A suspended silence permeates the space, and you find yourself holding your breath unsure of what to do next. The silence is broken by the sound of your bedsheets shifting, and you feel the firm hold around your waist ease off, his arms and legs retreating from your body. 

He's up and out of bed in one smooth move, almost faster than you can follow. By the time you struggle upright in bed (much less gracefully) he's already standing a few feet away, hands fisted at his sides. 

“Sorry,” he says, looking at you and then off to the side like he can’t quite bring himself to meet your eyes, a bright flush burning high on his cheeks, “I… uh… I thought you were someone else."

His hulking frame towers over your bed, but he’s acting like a sulky, embarrassed little boy. The contrast should be absurd, but instead you find it… strangely endearing. Apparently even a high and mighty superhero can be brought low by an awkward situation, just like everyone else.

"It's okay. You didn't... um... do anything weird or anything," you say, trying to reassure him, but you can't concentrate on your words when your bladder is screaming bloody murder, "Look, can you give me a second? Just– shit. Just stay right there, okay? I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere!" you admonish him, throwing the words over your shoulder as you rush past him and into the bathroom

You nearly break your tailbone with how fast you sit down on the toilet seat, hoping to get your business done as quickly as possible and praying the whole 15 seconds that you’re gone that he won’t make a break for it and still be there when you get back. 

Thankfully, when you nearly tear the bathroom door from its hinges, he is.

The first sight that greets you is his broad and defined back framed by the amber light pouring in from your window frame. It makes for a dramatic image. Golden and majestic, he seems to occupy half the space in your tiny apartment as he stands turned away from you, apparently taking in the view from your one and only window. 

The first thing he says to you as he opens your mouth is not, ‘good morning.’ There's no ‘sorry for almost drunkenly smothering you to death last night,’ ‘how did you sleep with my hulk sized body on top of you’ or even a 'thanks for letting me sleep on your bed.' 

No. Rude, knock off, maybe-vampire Spiderman, who still hasn't told you his name, slowly turns back towards you and takes one look at your face. Then he says, "I have to go."

Which, of course that’s what he’d say and do. Of course. You’re nearly growling with frustration as you run up to him.   

"Wait!" you shout, darting around to block his path as you try to lead him back further into your apartment. "Do you want some breakfast?" 

You still don't know him very well yet, but your few interactions so far have shown you that the way to break through his grumpy defenses is through his stomach.

"I can fix you up something. I’ve got some eggs in the fridge, and I can do scrambled or fried. Maybe over-easy, though I sometimes mess up the timing.” 

You’re rambling on purpose. Speaking as fast as you can, as you continue to pull him towards your kitchen. You’re making sure he can’t get a word in edgewise, so that he doesn’t have a chance to protest before the food is in his stomach, and by then he’ll surely eat the whole thing before he starts getting sassy with you again. By then you’ll hopefully be able to sneak in one or two questions between mouthfuls. 

He shakes his head, "No, I–I have to go... I wasn't supposed to..."

Not a fan of eggs, you note. It makes sense, so far the only thing you've ever seen him eat is baked goods, probably has a sweet tooth.

"I could make you pancakes? I won't even put coffee in them, I promise," you tease gently, hoping the humor might pull a smile from him.

It doesn't. If anything, his eyes look even sadder.

He stops mid-step, and no matter how much of your weight you put in trying to herd and push him towards your kitchen, he won’t budge an inch. You’d have more success moving a bull by its horns, and considering he’s bigger built than one, that tracks. 

There’s no strain in his features, as he stays still, resistant to your efforts. "This is a mistake,” he says. “I should never have gotten involved."

He's moving again, this time away from you, stepping towards the window. Shit, he's going to make a run for it.

In the course of the last 24 hours you've managed to leap off the Chrysler building; poison the superhero standing in front of you; slept with him in the same bed; and yet somehow, through all of this, you still haven't managed to do the one thing you actually wanted: have a simple conversation with him.

"Wait, wait!" you shout out, panicky. "Can we just talk for a second? I really need to talk to you. I just want some answers.”

"I don't have any answers for you," he says. 

He's turned his back again, one hand on the window sill as he's preparing to climb onto it. If you let him leap off it now, you don’t know when your next chance will be to catch him again. 

"I'm not going to stop trying," you shout out in a last desperate attempt and that finally stops him in his tracks. 

“I’m gonna be leaving,” he says with a finality in his words. 

It doesn’t stop you though, doesn’t even discourage you. He might be stubborn, but you can give him a run for his money, because this is your life on the line.  

“Then I’ll run after you. I’ll keep chasing after you. I'll keep asking, and asking, and asking. I'm not going to stop until you give me some answers."

There’s a silence between you again. Then he straightens his posture, and turns his head just far enough that you can catch his eyes. Whatever uncertainty was there before fades away as you see the resolve in his eyes harden.

"You're never going to see me again."

There's an ugly noise. A scratch over the vinyl of a record screeching in your brain that makes you unable to comprehend his words. You have to replay them in your mind, parsing them out, before you realize what he's actually telling you.

“Wait, what do you mean never see you again!?” you step forward towards the window sill, and he visibly retreats at your advance. “As in, you're going to back to avoiding me? It’s kind of late for that, isn't it? I've seen your face... twice. We’ve slept together!"

"No," he answers brusquely, brows pulled in at a sharp angle. “I'm leaving the… area. I'm not going to be around anymore."

“But you’ll be back… right?” you ask. Some corner of your brain refuses to accept what you think he’s telling you. 

With a graceful movement, he leaps back down from the window sill, taking a step forward and leaning in until he’s looming over you, his face inches from your own. 

“No,” he repeats, emphasizing the word.

Oh… 

His words finally click. It took a few attempts for the stubborn gear in your brain to unjam, but you finally hear what he’s been trying repeatedly to tell you.

He’s leaving for good. He’s not coming back. 

You… You don’t know how you feel. Your cheeks are strangely numb. Somehow the idea that he might not be around indefinitely had never occurred to you. You’ve grown accustomed to the safe haven he’s provided. Come to rely on him and the familiar safety of his shadow lurking around every corner, the blurred blue and red rescuing you from this crazy world trying to kill you. 

A flash of cold sweat breaks out along your back. His presence is your only anchor to safety. If he’s not here… 

"But– but– if you leave…” You trail off, barely able to imagine it.

All the near-misses flash through your mind. The taco truck stampeding through the city, the subway train barrelling towards you, construction sites crashing down right above your head. So many deaths held at bay by the one man in front of you, and if he leaves… If he’s gone…

You can barely choke out the next words, your voice a strangled whisper, “...what’s going to happen to me?”

A flash of anguish breaks through his stony features before he turns away, dropping his gaze to his feet. Pained sadness bleeds into those crimson eyes, something that speaks of guilt, loss and defeat. 

"I’m sorry," he says quietly, "I can't save you. I never could. Nothing can."

And what can you say to that? You can’t force him to do more for you than he already has. He’s done a lot—much more than anyone has to, superhero or not, and you know that—and it’s selfish of you to ask more.

You swallow down the anxiety crawling up your throat and it tastes like burnt bile. 

Anyone would be lucky to have a superhero save them from certain death even once in their lifetime, and somehow you've been blessed with more times than you can count. 

In fact, you’ve been spoiled rotten, managing to escape death so many times that you've grown almost… complacent about it. Expecting him to rescue you, when really you've been living on borrowed time for months now, winning one lottery ticket after another. You've had more extra time than anyone could ever wish for.

In front of you, you see him moving again. If you let him go like this, then this is it. This is where it all ends. Without him, it’s only a matter of time before death catches up with you again—for good this time.

You shake your head, refusing the defeat. It may be selfish, greedy even, but this is your life and you can’t let it end here.

You don’t want to die. You made a promise to yourself when you fell out of the Chrysler building for the first time. 

You want to live. You want to live. You want to live. 

"Wait! Please..." You grab onto his hand, and even though you have no doubt he could break free from your desperate grip with very little effort, he stops for you.

"I don't know what's going on! Every day I walk out that door, and almost die again and again and again. I'm scared and confused, and it seems like the universe is hellbent on killing me, and you're the only clue I've got as to why. The only reason I'm still alive is because you keep saving me. I know that it’s selfish to ask you this, because you don’t owe me anything. But…” 

You pause, drawing in a deep breath, and say the words with your whole chest, “I want to live!”

He doesn’t quite flinch, but the hand at his side twitches and then he’s reaching up to you. So close, you can almost feel his knuckles grace the side of your cheek. Then he stops, a fraction of an inch from your face. 

He tilts his head to the side, like he’s listening to something you can’t hear.

Must be some other emergency your unfriendly neighborhood Spider-man needs to be on his way to. You try to push down the unexpected envy boiling in your stomach at the thought. 

Although… now that you’re listening, you can hear something too. Something like the low hum of a helicopter, growing louder all the time. 

Must be a police chopper. Traffic ‘copters aren’t allowed to fly so low.

Abruptly, the light flees your apartment. Shadow sweeps across your window and covers everything in pitched darkness. 

A blackout? But it's morning, even if the power went out, the sun should still be–

You feel it before you see it in the dark, a tight grip on your wrist pulling you. His arm slams across your waist, yanking you backwards.

The world lurches around you, receding with a deafening roar of collapsing concrete and shrieking metal. The last thing you see is the wall of your apartment disappearing in a cloud of dust and twisted metal.

Your stomach drops sickeningly. Bright light flashes across your vision in intense rainbow-colored bursts. Pink. Red. Green. Blue. You have to close your eyes as wind whips mercilessly against your cheeks, loud impossible roaring in your ears.

Is this death? Somehow you thought it would be quieter. Calm.

Still.

And then it is. Everything stops, and when you finally dare open your eyes again, there’s…

Nothing.

~ Next Issue

Dedication & Credits: To my lovely collaborator @thirstworldproblemss who is always staying up brainstorming with me, listen to my insane ramblings, plotting each scene in the outlines and helping me beta and edit and even rewrite large chunks of paragraphs I'm unhappy with til the very last minute. Truly my favorite person in all of the lands. I love you!!

[sirazaroff]

Faunus that are just... more, is my favourite part about your work. Cannon faunus while okay, people are so fucking afraid to give them better justice in fanart and writing. Faunus deserve fluff too

Hello!

Ye the single trait is rather sparse and fur is def something I don’t see often in fan interpretations (which is a shame cause it’s fun! It’s a built in blankie) but I guess to each their own.

I didn’t have much thoughts about canon Faunus until we started seeing more of them in the series, and sometimes I just could not tell who they were based on. It just made me want to explore and I’m glad you guys are enjoying it! I got some future ideas.

I’ve mentioned wanting to draw some of the other characters like neon. Also something with Blake and Vel that has to do about fur and learning to be comfortable with being a Faunus. And there’s a silly winter themed hc I wanna post about soon that I’m excited to share with you guys :D Here’s a totally not surreal preview:

More to come but ye!

Thanks for your kind words friend!

[tiny-cloud-dragon]

Who is the best throne/steed? Is it Zack because he's fun? Is it Sephiroth because he's tall? Genesis because he's warm? Angeal because he makes TCD feel safe?

Does TCD get motion sickness while aboard?

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Ah, yes, Thrones/Steeds! There are PRos and Cons to each, so it's hard for TCD to decide.

Zack would absolutely be the favorite. It's not that TCD doesn't love his subjects equally, it's just that Zack is the one he's the most familiar with. He makes and excellent throne/steed, as he's always doing something fun (playing pranks on Sephiroth). He's also cozy. He smells like comfort and sleep, and is great to nap on!

Angeal is the Military Grade Helicopter Mom. TCD is a precious bean that needs to be protected and pampered. This throne/steed offers the highest level of comfort and luxury. It's not as fun of exciting as Zack, but the extra attentiveness is top notch! TCD can nap anywhere with Angeal. He makes him feel safe and relaxed (the nap time massage and soft blankie are divine!)

Sephiroth is the throne/steed TCD goes for when he wants to properly survey his kingdom. The man is Tol! TCD can see for miles! Sephiroth is also the one who spoils him the most and is the most protective. If you wrong TCD in any way, the man will come unhinged. Cloud naps on him occasionally because knows Sephiroth will not allow anyone to disturb him.

Genesis is the throne/steed that TCD chooses when he wants to be adventurous. Genesis is the Fun Drunk Aunt (who will claim not to know you if you get caught). He's also stylishly upholstered in the finest red leather with a built in heater. The man is a walking seat warmer. Truly a throne fit for a Tiny King!

Tiny Cloud dragon does experience motion sickness. It usually happens with:

Zack because he's almost constantly moving. He hardly sits down! He's always on the move, mostly frantically running from the Consequences of a prank.

Sephiroth because he's so tall. The man TOWERS, and sometimes the combination of height and motion is a bad combination for a tiny dragon king.

Genesis because he has to do everything with flamboyance. He's the king of drama queens. The motion sickness usually occurs when he flounces out of the room. The man can flounce better than a rubber ball on concrete.

[dross-the-fish]

is your nosferatu or your toreador your canon fledgling?

Early on I did use my sea rat son more because he's in my comfort zone for characters but lately I've really fallen in love with my Toreador Leona.

I didn't expect to get attached to her because I made her on a whim and built her to be like a glass canon. She will die if you sneeze on her but she has a talent for ranged weapons. She's also kind of a crybaby. I imagine the sewers in Hollywood were extra rough on her and I picture her running around with her makeup running down her face, sniffling and trying not to think about what just splashed on her pants. Her nerves are totally shot and she doesn't think she can take seeing anther one of those terrifying monsters that keep popping up around corners.

But she keeps trucking on because being terrified and hating every minute of this is not going to stop her. I consider her to be particularly brave for this because she doesn't have a tragic background or anything that would have hardened her. She was a regular girl starting out with a new job and a new home, excited to be independent at last and then it was all just snatched from her. Her tragic backstory is happening now and this is what's going to shape her for better or for worse at the end.

Every other character I've written starts life at a disadvantage. They're orphans, they come from broken homes, or they're criminals already accustomed to living an "eat or be eaten" life style (Ralen).

Leona is a nice girl who keeps having one long, bad, day after another and she's trying her very hardest not to break.

Being sensitive also makes her one of my most empathetic characters. She especially adores Heather and wants to give this poor girl all the nice things, wrap her in a blankie, and feed her soup while they curl up on the couch and watch Pirate Town

She also secretly had a movie star crush on Gary Golden when she was younger and used to watch his movies with her mom. Gary being a Nosferatu doesn't in anyway deter her from being starstruck and asking for his autograph.

Despite being so out of the norm for me she's become one of my all time favorite OCs, right up there with my Morrowind boy Ralen and my FNV courier.

[dokifluffs]

You’re Safe | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Pairing: Kiyoomi X Reader (female) 

Genre: MAFIA!AU, dad and husbando tehe, fluffy, action? thriller??

Author’s Note: mafia 🤝 protective 🤝 domestic father figure 🤝 SAKUSA

Warnings: k*lling, blood, vivid imagery, LONG, language

gif from @rivaillerose​ 🖤

“Y/N,” a husky voice spoke your name, pulling you from your much needed rest as life of being a new mother had been challenging though so far, it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle

“Y/N, darling.”

You groaned in your sleep, not wanting to wake, to leave the warmth that you were so comfortable laying in

The edge of the bed shifted as a weight sat down beside you, making your body move toward the person

You brought yourself to open your eyes as heavy as they were, your vision clearing to find your husband sat beside you, his mask pulled down to his chin

The room was gloomy and gray though the curtains were open, not a bit of sunlight shining through as he looked down to you with gentle eyes

Despite his softer side with you, he was still the head of the clan - and his appearance matched him as well

He donned a black wool overcoat with the same colored turtleneck and mask

“What is it, Omi?” You asked sleepily as he cupped your cheek with his black gloved hand

His black gloves were always an accessory he had on him, whether he was wearing them or not

He had a thing with germs but he also saw no need to get his hands dirty when his men were always there to do the job for him

You nuzzled your face into his touch, very tempted to fall asleep holding him close but as your mind woke up more and more, you remembered what today was

What he had to do, where he had to go

“I’m leaving soon.. I’ll be back in a few days..” he whispered as he moved a strand of your hair from your face

You wanted to pretend you didn’t hear these words, that he never told you he had to leave or when he did

A part of you wished he left without telling you but an even greater part was so grateful that he woke you

“Do you really have to go again?” You squeezed his gloved hand as you sat yourself up straighter

“You know how my father is... He wants to make sure things are... under control.. I promise I’ll be back in two days.”

The way he spoke, the words fell so effortlessly from those lips, his voice low and cutting through the space yet he spoke at a volume as if he was telling you a great secret

“You said that last time and he kept you with him for a couple weeks...” you thought back to that time

You were seven months pregnant, almost eight, at the time and it was like he fell off the face of the earth

You couldn’t go anywhere or do anything but reside in the manor and you couldn’t even talk to him

You were alone again

“Don’t go...”

the nights in bed alone, the cramps, emotional rollercoasters, motion sickness, nausea

You at least wished he could have called you

The nightmares you had, the worst case scenarios playing in your head until you woke up with tears streaming down your face, only for you to cry yourself silently back to sleep as fear pooled and plagued you from within

He could see the sadness in your eyes and he could remember vividly the mental torture he was put under

No communication to you and all he could at most to see you was through the hidden cameras all connected to his phone  

Even checking in on you had to be done in secret, all to make sure that he was strong enough to continue on the family business even if he had to lose you or be away for unpredictable amounts of time

It was unbearable then and it was still unbearable now

He never asked to grow up into the business of the underworld, let alone take it over from his father at the prime age of 20 four years ago

He never wanted your life to be taken away when you two had already been together when he was recruited

“I’m sorry, darling, but you know I have to,” he sighed. “You know how my father is.” He cupped your cheek and kissed your temple then lips before he stood

“Am I going to lose you?” Your voice broke the silence, breaking through the white sound of the downpour outside

But you had stopped your question early

“Am I going to lose you today? Tomorrow? One day?”

He stood frozen in his place before he could reach for the knob

“No, Y/N. You won’t.” His eyes paused for a bit on you as he thought about his response, the fatigue of being a mother was already showing. “I’ll be able to call you this time and I’m the head now. The only title my father has to me now is father.”

“You won’t.” He stepped back over to you leaned down to kiss you again. “Not today at least…”

“I’ll call you at supper time, darling. Have a good day.”

You did your best to hold onto his hand as long as you could, to remember his touch, his voice, his scent, the way he looked before he walked out those doors

Because some days or nights, you never truly know if you would ever see him again

And it terrified you

The sound of the rain only seemed to get more intense now that he was gone and you were here

But now your day was beginning now that you were awake

You slipped out of the king sized bed, leaving the warmth you had slept in as the soft carpet at your feet, your toes sinking into the fibers

Brushing your teeth, showering in the grand bathroom of the manor, it was a life you surely never expected but here you were

Kiyoomi’s father and his entire family had built their name from nothing to the global known corporation that it was today

You dried your body off, finding what to wear today through the walk in closet and once that was found, it was breakfast

“Good morning, madam, shall I bring you your breakfast to the master suite?” Your right hand maid had greeted you as you stepped out as she carried the laundry with her

“Oh, thank you, Olivia, but I’ll head down to the kitchen after waking D/N,” you smiled to the older maid that had worked for the Sakusa family for decades

All the staff that worked and lived in the estates on the property outside of the manor were trained security, men and women, whose jobs were to protect the main family, to serve them, and to keep others who would pose a threat away and out, even if it meant killing them

But you always tried not to think or wonder about how many people these staff have killed or beat up or anything whenever you interacted with them, especially when they greeted you with a smile

They were there to protect you and to make sure that nothing and no would would ever harm your life

You stepped into the nursery, the wide room decorated with warm lights and stuffed animals, some more than twice the size of your daughter

“Hi,” you smiled so brightly seeing your baby’s eyes already open, looking up to you as she sat in her crib, holding onto her blankie. “Good morning precious,” you lowered the front gate of the crib so you could kneel down to her level

Sakusa sat in the limousine as he watched the scene of you and your daughter in the nursery, wishing he could just turn the car around and to stay home

Things were in balance, he knew this already but his father’s orders were orders he still had to respect

He clicked off his phone, tucking the device into his pocket as he was to be in the car for quite a bit of time before he would get to his father’s

The biggest smile spread on her face as she laughed seeing you, her bubbliness seeming to make all the gloominess disappear

“Let’s get you changed~” you chimed as you lifted the baby girl into your arms, getting a whiff of her heavy diaper and finding an outfit for her day 

“Olivia?” You called into the custom intercom by the nursery’s closet, though there was practically one in every room

“Yes, madam?”

“Sorry for troubling you, but could you actually bring breakfast for D/N and I up to the upstairs loft? You could even send it up the dumbwaiter and that’s fine too.”

“Of course, would you like the usual?”

“Yes please, thank you.”

You carried your little girl toward the upstairs loft, one of your favorite areas of the house since it was significantly smaller - well almost - than the living room downstairs

The loft didn’t extend all the way downstairs like how the ground floor’s living room ceiling extended to the second floor

More than ten thousand square feet of property, more rooms in the manor than you knew what to do with them

Four guest bedrooms with full bathrooms, a grand study and two story “little” library, two main bedrooms in addition to the master bedroom and a nursery

So much space, all sorts of technologies, gadgets and gizmos of all sorts in the house

All the systems in the house was made by the Sakusa corporation to ensure security

This even included your and Kiyoomi’s custom made phones

There was also the basement- all sorts of fun activities to be done: a pool, pool table, living room area that opened up to the backyard with the bar and barbecue, the fire pit

and finally, there was the cellar that was the only place Kiyoomi had requested that you never go - and you never did 

You knew that look in his eye, that tone of voice and you knew he had requested this for your best

And most importantly, there were three safe rooms, all three upstairs with hidden entryways to protect you, official guests, and anyone in the family

Before you knew it, Olivia had made her way upstairs with the breakfast as you played with your daughter in the loft, bouncing her on your lap sat on the wide couch

The loft was brightly lit and open, toys of all types for your daughter to play with as the TV played the morning kids show

As filled as the house was with the special staff and things to do, it still felt so lonely and empty as you sat there

You had tried to chat and converse with them but they never loosened up, always keeping all the formalities but it was never any use

The storm outside seemed to be getting worse as your eyes gazed to the horizon, spotting the trees at the edge of the estate where all their branches had been swaying in the wind, the paler, underside of their leaves revealed

Thunder began to rumble in the distance with the occasional flash of lightning but both unbothered your daughter and you as the two of you remained in the loft  

You watched as she rolled about on a blanket, playing with her stuffed animals and the other interactive toys that played music to keep her entertained while you watched the TV, finding nothing remotely as entertaining to watch

But just before you could change the channel to yet another disappointing channel, your attention was pulled to your phone vibrating beside you, your eyes lighting up as you saw the caller ID

“You seem so bored,” Kiyoomi’s deep voice sounded through the phone but he spoke the truth

You were tired and bored but you didn’t want to sleep - it would only make you unable to sleep later tonight anyways

“I am,” you sighed as you muted the TV. “How far out have you gone?”

“Actually, not too far. Only about half an hour since there was a major accident on the highway so we had to take a detour. But traffic is terrible so we were stuck for quite a bit before we could actually exit,” Sakusa almost groaned thinking about the terrible accident

How he was stuck in a single place for practically twenty minutes

“Wow, do you know what happened?”

“Well there was a…” his voice drowned out in your ears as you could hear something that didn’t sound like rain or thunder - they were too distinctly different

Loud bangs echoed in the distance, bringing your attention elsewhere though all you could look was outside the wall window to the dark skies  

But you couldn’t see anything except the normal background of the property but it was just silent again with the white noise of rain washing down the glass, followed by thunder and a flash of lightning as the storm brewed closer and closer

“I’m sorry what? I missed what you said... I think I heard… something weird..” you spoke as you looked outside the windows that looked to the back of the property

You could hear echoes of movement downstairs, the bustling business of the special staff in the house but it sounded standard... or so you thought

“What did you hear?”

“..I don’t know.. maybe it was the storm and I’m just distracted...” you smiled into the phone as you spoke while your daughter happily crawled to you, laying her head on your legs, her puffy cheeks round as ever

“Well, you two were my only source of entertainment so far this trip,” the corner of his lips curled as he picked off small specks off his suit

“That makes one… of us-“ your thought died out in a matter of seconds

You heard louder, clearer bangs while the staff that had been stationed with you just outside the loft talked over their ear coms to another elsewhere

Before you could continue your sentence or call, the bangs only got louder and your body reacted faster than you could say or think

Clear gunshots began firing at the front entrance, echoing off the high walls and ceilings of the manor while the staff worked on securing the doors and all other entrances and possible ones

“Y/N?” Sakusa could only hear the subtle commotion happening but it was clear you weren’t on the phone. “Shit shit shit..” he stayed on the line as he changed to the security cameras he had access to he used to watch you and your guys’ daughter

Looking through the camera surveillance, he caught a glimpse of you disappearing with your phone in hand while your arms carried your daughter as you disappeared toward the bedroom

“Turn back now,” Kiyoomi howled as his driver did just that, not wasting a single second

You ran into the master suite’s walk in closet that led to the entryway of one of the safe rooms, your baby girl in your arms as she held on to you  her whines already beginning before they would turn into cries

“Shh, it’s okay, baby, mama’s gonna protect you,” you smiled, whispering, your voice already shaky, lips trembling as you pressed a little kiss to the top of her head. “Even if it costs my life, precious.”

You moved, leaving the master suite and stayed low as you walked across the “bridge” that connected the loft to the other half of the house

Peeking down, you could hear groans of agony, puddles and splashes of of blood on the floor and walls, empty bullet shells on the ground, shards of glass and broken windows

“Search the house, find that bitch,” a deep voice yelled through the manor as for the first time since the loud bangs happened, it sounded so still, like any normal rainy day

But this was far from normal

You crawled across the marble flooring toward the library

There wasn’t any safe room here but the safe rooms were sure to be where they would look, whoever they were

They were able to get through the security, it seemed like the staff was dead

You silently stood as they scoured the lower levels - you could hear them and all the destruction they were havocking

The cars outside the window blurred into mere colors that passed as the limousine sped through the roads back towards the manor

To save time, they went toward the back roads — it was just the slightest bit longer but time could be shaved down since there were no cars anywhere

“Step on it!” Sakusa commanded as his men readied themselves. “Call in Unit 0,” he demanded as he kept his eyes on the cameras, trying to find you yet he couldn’t see you in the master suite’s safe room

Unit 0 being one of the few very highly trained professional assassins and killers who were at the disposal of the Sakusa family whenever needed

He scoured through the cameras, not even caring about all the destruction being done, all he needed to see was where you and your daughter were

You carefully entered the library, shutting the door behind you as you walked over the wooden floors carefully

Every step made your palms sweaty but your heart stopped after hearing a loud creak in the old floors

The worst part was that there was no way to lock the doors

outside of the door, you couldn’t hear too much but you could still clearly hear the storm as a great big window stretched from the floor to ceiling so all the lighting in here was natural

There was something about the walls surrounding the library that made it sound proof in a sense

You constantly bounced your baby girl in your arms to keep her calm as you tried to get a look outside as you approached one of the corners toward the window

“Search upstairs,” one of the men demanded as a handful of men ran upstairs. “Find her.”

The scoured through all the rooms, flipping every room apart, destroying things, tearing the curtains off, flipping the beds, wrecking the nursery

You peeked out the window that faced the front of the manor yet all you could see were broken things and to your horror, more lifeless bodies of the manor’s staff

But before you could look out any longer, a large rock was launched at the window, breaking the glass, shattering it

Your baby girl let out a loud cry in fear, making your heart drop

“No, D/N, shhhh, please, it’ll be okay, we’ll be okay.” You quickly pulled open the latch to the library’s hidden passage where the door was one of the bookcases

As soon as you closed the bookcase, you heard the door to the library burst open

Several men, guns ready

You scanned your finger print for the room to be safely locked however it wouldn’t let you. All you could do to make sure the room was locked was to see your body to keep the door shut and still

They walked through the wide open doorway to the library scanning the two open floors that was connected by two black steel staircases that wound their way up and down, connecting the two floors

“Shh, please,” you whimpered to your daughter as she cried into your chest as you stayed by the passage’s door so you could look out the peephole

They pulled books off the shelves, throwing them from the second level to the first, knocking the paintings off the walls, ripping them by sliding their knives through the canvas’, kicking them, breaking the frames

The ground shook as you heard a a loud boom, making you jump in your spot, the ground rumbling and shaking below where you sat

It sounded like a bomb went off on the lower level but you assumed it was the cars in the garage since you could hear the repeating alarm sounding off

Your daughters cries began to start back up at the loud noise, as you did your best to shush her

“Shhh, it’s okay,” you whispered to her as you wiped her tears, keeping her face to your chest as you stroked your trembling hand down her back as tears trickled down your cheeks and dripped off your chin

The limousine slid on the gravel outside the manor as Sakusa’s men sprang to action from the vehicle

Kiyoomi stayed in his seat, continuously scouring through the cameras but you were yet to be found

He couldn’t find a single trace of you

His men, as well as unit 0, entered through the blown open entrance, broken shards of glass crunching beneath their steps as they surrounded the estate the best they could, splitting up to eliminate the intruders

“Where are you, Y/N?” His heart hammered in his chest as he desperately tried to find you yet nothing

But before he could look any further, his heart dropped seeing the red system failure message. Whoever these people were, they were impressive, but not fast enough

Kiyoomi now meant business now that he had no access to actually see if you were okay

He ran out of the limousine as gunshots could be heard all throughout the house as half his men made their way to the upper level while the other half wiped out the intruders on the lower level

He followed behind unit 0, making their way upstairs

He clung onto his gun tightly in his hand, finger ready on the trigger as he barged into the master suite, firing two bullets into the chest and head of a large man as he was pillaging the closets

All the precious jewelry he bought for you were now stained in the pool of the filthy blood of the man who had the audacity to enter the premises

His heart almost dropped seeing him in the closet in the first place but it didn’t seem like the man noticed the entrance to the safe room behind the clothes on the hangers

As he pushed the luxurious wardrobe aside opening the door and to his fear, you were nowhere to be seen

More gunshots sounded off, echoing through the halls, sounding off the walls

He couldn’t focus, his thoughts incoherent, unfinished sentences running in his head as he just ran, killing those in his way to find you

A gun war was going off throughout the library as Sakusa’s men fired at the intruders on both levels but they had great firepower too

Both sides hid behind the marble pillars, the different bookshelves and furniture in the room as the rain showered in

Your baby girl cried loudly, her shaken cries sounding off throughout the passage

“No, no, no, please, baby.” Your heart raced as you dared to look out the peephole, only for it to drop as you saw a man you didn’t recognize yell something to another man near him

The man he yelled to fired more shots while the other one approached the passage entrance, banging noises coming through the bookshelf

“She’s in here! Hold them off!” The man yelled

“No, no, no.” Tears welled in your eyes as you did your best to keep the door closed but there was no actual way to since this was just a simple passageway

Your daughter cried loudly in your arms while you gave it your all to keep the door closed

Amongst all the shots being fired, Kiyoomi heard the words the man yelled and then it clicked

He knew where you were

“No.” This one word repeated in his head as he pushed through the front, racing past the bullets being shot towards him as he ran on pure adrenaline

“Boss, no!” His men yelled but this only got the intruders to focus on him, giving them the opening to shoot them all

Kiyoomi shot the man closer to him in the legs before letting his body move on pure killer instinct as he grabbed the man who had fallen to his knees by his jaw, snapping his neck

The other man changed his focus to Kiyoomi as he stood to his feet while the other struggled to pull his gun from his holster

Kiyoomi towered over him as his body moved on his own

He kicked the man to the wall, pressing the barrel of his gun to the man’s chin, pulling the trigger without a second thought

You squeeze your eyes shut, facing the other way from the door, bracing yourself

“I love you. Mama loves you, baby,” you whispered as you cried, a loud rumbling filling your ears as you felt the door being forced open

This was it

You were going to die

Your daughter was doing to die

you let out a blood curtling scream feeling the hands of whoever grab onto you, pulling you, kicking your legs to try to fight 

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!” Kiyoomi’s familiar voice sounded louder and louder over the rumbling you heard in your ears from clenching and bracing your body and your daughter’s

“It’s me, It’s just me!” He soothed you as he turned you

You couldn’t explain or even begin to describe the relief you felt wash through your body, your heart racing and slowing down at the same time as you broke down, your cries mixing with your daughter’s

“You’re safe, I’m here,” Kiyoomi pulled you into his arms, your body shaking terribly in his arms as you cried into his chest, all the fear you felt flooding your senses

“I know, I’m sorry this happened, but you’re okay. Everything will be okay,” he whispered as he pulled you into his lap, keeping the passage door somewhat closed

You were already put through enough today and he didn’t need you to see the second degree murder crime scene he had committed right outside

“I’m here, I’m here.” He reached up and pulled his mask off as he kissed the top of your head all over, wiping away your tears with his thumbs but you couldn’t stop crying

But that was entirely fine

“But Y/N,” he held your face in his bare hands, his normal gloves off as he stroked his thumb over your cold, damp cheeks

“Why didn’t you go into the safe rooms, darling?” His own voice was unsteady, his lips quivered, eyes teary. “I looked for you and I couldn’t find you and I thought I lost you..” His voice broke off as he gathered himself the best he could, taking deep breaths

Seeing Kiyoomi like this, it broke your heart even more

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what… I was just scared and- and-“ It hurt you so much

Everything about today did

But just this moment was Kiyoomi, it also touched you

He was such a stoic man, usually one to show a softer, affectionate side with you but this was the first time you saw him shed tears

A man who had taken so many lives was now showing his true emotions for the two lives he would give his own live for a hundred times over if it meant you and your daughter was okay

“I know, I know, but you’re safe,” he let out a deep, relieving breath as he hugged your head closer, your body shaking uncontrollably in his arms

“And hey, shhh, it’s okay baby. Papa’s here.” He stroked your daughter’s head as she sort of calmed down as the two of you sat together, doing your best as parents to shoo away her sadness while his men did their best to first and foremost clear the bodies and blood

You absolutely did not need to see that after today

“You two are both safe.” He breathed as he pulled you two impossibly closer, letting the shakiness of his own heart disperse  

“You’re safe…”

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[themetalvirus]

yes thoughts head full of baby shadow

i just enjoy the baby versions of anthro animal characters being more actually animalistic. him rolling around in things he thinks smell good (like some scientist's poor unsuspecting lavender flowers) or "burrowing" in blankets. gerald gives him a dig box and he goes fucking nuts. as he grows he has a couple quillings where hes grumpy and uncomfortable and wont let anybody touch him. when hes hungry he makes loud hedgehog chirping sounds

him approaching something smelly and the doctor going NO but its too late shadow is already in there rolling around. he also rolls around in maria's bedding because smells like home :]

he and maria build forts a lot because it is nestbuilding enrichment and he is autistic so the small dark spaces are comforting. blanky fort built in the middle of the hallway while scientists are trying to contain Crime Against Nature #435

i just like him.

he was born as a fucked up little pink blob because newborn hedgehogs are just Like That and the scientists around him are like. are you SURE he was ready to come out of the dubious science suspension fluid. and dr. gerald has to be like yes hes ready hedgehogs are just like that

when hes baby his quills are a LOT lighter in color and only gain their super bold pigmentation after his second quilling. hedgehogs of normal size usually only go thru two of them but because hes growing to be a three foot tall freak he has more than that

also he has little claws and Sharp Teeth and he gave gerald just. so many scars. his teething was a nightmare he was chewing on everything BUT the teething toys robotnik lovingly made for his little alien freak. skittering around on all fours but also babbling like a baby. eating spiders out of the corners of rooms. absolute creature of all time. fucked up little hog boy who i hold like hamburger

[babysizedfics]

i should’ve phrased it better and that’s really on me and i’m very sorry!! (bad brain times earlier 🥲) i meant to like ask if you had spare comfort hcs about patton and either of the boys but i am not good at words -🦑

oh thats ok!! lemme rifle thru my library of headcanons for u squid -- this one was built with liv!

okay because of vee's diaper and his loss of balance, sometimes when he's been crawling then plops down to sit on his butt the diaper just like is thick and kinda slippy on the fabric and because its rounded and slippy it makes it hard to sit up and basically vee rocks backward

and his legs are like still in the position he was sitting, criss crossed or just bent up and you just watch baby vee topple over like an egg

the first few times it happened he freaked out and flailed and a couple times he cried when he hit the ground before anyone caught him

but it happens so often now that he got used to it, and he doesnt get hurt because A) modt of the time one of his family members catches him with one arm. theyre all so used to it now that they just chuckle and roll virgil back up onto his butt - both the cgs and ro do this

or B) he is does fall but usually he's surrounded by softies and pillows and blankies on the floor since that's how the cgs set up a babysafe area on the carpet

now when he DOES rock back, he rockas and rolls onto his back and is quiet for a few seconds...

and then he giggles and babbles 'ababa' and where his legs are folded above him he kicks his lil feets in the air a bit

and it's because this position of being on his back on a soft surface with his leg bent up reminds him of happy diaper changes and it makes him feel littler everytime!

bonus points if from where he is on the floor he can see one of his family members sitting or standing above him and looking down at him because that's even more like a diaper change and it just makes him feel TINY and giggly

and one time while vee is gigglin and kickin on the floor suddenly he sees papa lean over him with a nice big soft smile! and he coos "aww did my baby have a little tumble?"

"baba w-b-bumble!"

"yes sweetheart, you tumbled!" and patton picks up jiji where she was on the blankie and holds her up and "my baby went weeeeeeee~" and shows him jiji slowly falling down from the air then wiggled her over virgils tummy

and because papa is being funny it just makes vee so much more excited and he squeals and grabs jiji tight and kicks his feet and giggles

and his baby gigglin makes papa giggle too and he can't help but reach down and wiggle his fingers around vee's sides and vee's giggles get squeaky and he babbles through then "baba ma mamaba" all while gigglin

and it makes patton laugh so much and he leans down and blows a raspberry on vee's cheek and vee SQUEALS and then patton laughs and oresses lots of kisses in the same place and they have a bit of a giggle fit

but after they calm down vee stays lying on the blankie with his lil baby legs folded up bc it's such a baby position and they play a game with papa leaning over him - maybe just patton singing and nursery rhyme while vee babbles and tries to help sing - and it makes them both feel so so deep in their little and caregiver headspaces 🥺

[a-lil-perspective]

Could we get some headcanons with Asher and his uncles?

!!! ANON WHO ARE YOU PLEASE LET ME LOVE YOU—

I literally rolled on the floor when I got this ask. XD

OKAY LISTEN

I actually have this “Get To Know Asher” post I’ve been working on and I have tons of Uncle stuff for it that I am definitely putting here. Omg this literally made me so happy, Anon. Thank you!

Asher + Ba’vodu Hunter

Asher never takes off Uncle Hunter’s bandana. It’s seen the Ramser’ika through every phase and been everything he’s needed: teething rag, comfort blankie, cloth to wipe the tears, makeshift wrap to absorb the blood of yet another cut—

The most impressive part? Hunter’s bandana made it out with only a teeny tiny hole. :) (Mom’s been meaning to sew that up...)

Outdoor activities is their man thing. It is without fail that Hunter clears the schedule every weekend to take his favorite nephew out for some hunting and fishing. No matter what planet they’re stationed, those two get outdoors in all different climates.

Hunter makes it his priority to teach Asher an adaptability that branches to all aspects of life. He may or may not let his Sergeant disposition take over out of habit. Tough love happens.

Asher is inquisitive by nature and extremely attentive to the instruction. Ba’vodu Hunter is his muse.

Hunter regards Asher as the Commando Prince.

Mando’a sessions and training with the Ba’vodu Hunter? It’s practically Commando Bible Study.

Hunter teaches Asher different skill sets like tracking, most efficient takedowns, cleaning and skinning a catch, and overall how to be proficient with a blade.

Asher also learnt all of Uncle Hunter’s favorite breathing techniques. :)

Asher is good and well with the knives, but he prefers his crossbow.

Their favorite outdoor spot is down by the creek, sequestered away in the thicket where they can chat idly, gorge on fresh catches, and unwind. It has been reported that those two have taken a nap out in nature on more than one occasion. Ask Tech for the recording.

Asher + Ba’vodu Wrecker

Asher and Uncle Wrecker are workout buddies. The Ramser’ika is built a bit broader than his Dad but still retains the height. Uncle Wrecker thinks the kid might outgrow him one day.

Wrecker teaches Asher how to stretch beforehand so that he doesn’t injure his muscles (Hunter has the breathing techniques, Wrecker has the stretching ones).

Even though Asher doesn’t provide much physical challenge for the likes of Wrecker, he loves being the human barbell regardless.

Asher all-around loves getting yeeted by his huge Uncle whenever, wherever.

They are a bit of a chaotic duo. Lots of jokes and roughhousing. Kid’s got a GREAT sense of humor. Not the cynical kind his Dad tries (and fails) to deliver, the kind that gets you laughing so hard your belly hurts. Really, the guys are impressed.

Wrecker called Asher “Ashy” when he was a baby. Uncle Wrecker 100% had the best baby talk.

Wrecker loved dressing baby Asher. :)

Further props to the big guy for being the only Ba’vodu to successfully keep up with the toddler energy.

Can dismantle a bomb by the age of six thanks to Uncle Wrecker. :)

The two turn into something of chemists (under the supervision of a highly tense Uncle Tech), and all the colorful explosions strike the young prodigy as fascinating.

Asher discovers his penchant for art because of his Uncle Wrecker. Both love painting and piecing together armor. :)

Speaking of, Wrecker was the most insistent on Asher getting his own set; began begging as soon as the little man could hold his head up.

First armor fitting with Uncle Wrecker is one of Asher’s favorite moments to date.

Uncle Wrecker took Asher for rides on the family Gonk when he was little. Thus they both share a deep bond with Gertrude the Gonk.

Asher wants a Gonk farm for reasons unknown to his father, who just grudgingly picked up the third damn one that week.

Asher + Ba’vodu Tech

NERD DUO.

Asher is the most enthusiastic trivia night participant to date, it’s hard to believe he’s the offspring of Crosshair. Tech is over the moon. Constantly reminds the boy of how much more tolerable he is to be around than his father, which earns an indignant huff from Crosshair off to the side.

Two nerds rambling on about quadratic formulas.

Asher and Tech share some simarities in appearance: Asher is far-sighted, so he has corrective eyewear that he wears when reading/looking at things up close. (He looks adorable in glasses. Very scholarly. Uncle Tech is proud).

Tech helped Asher procure the perfect pair, and had to refrain from equipping it with all these groovy enhancements similar to that of his own (it doesn’t need spyware, Uncle Tech; it’s just a pair of reading glasses).

Tech is practically always recording Asher, from the time he was a baby, all throughout the milestones. Loves making growth charts and spreadsheets for it.

Uncle Tech, with his amassment of data, forces everyone to adhere to a strict nutritional outline for the growing child. Will wake the nephew up in the middle of the night to ensure he took his supplements before bed.

Asher’s sassiness really shines through with Uncle Tech, much to the man’s exasperation, who holds out hope that he is not dealing with a literal Crosshair 2.0. (Realizes his hopes were in vain when he meets Asher’s spitfire sister)

Back to recordings: Asher loves getting to view all the old footage of his family in action.

Alongside Wrecker, Tech also aids in the armor process by way of design printouts and all the appropriate measurements. For someone as painstaking as Tech, it’s a constant revision.

Asher + Ba’vodu Echo

Asher is given the nickname “Six” by Echo, as the sixth honorary member of the Bad Batch.

“Watch your six” became a running joke in the fam. :)

Asher once called Echo “Five” in good nature. He doesn’t understand why Uncle Echo holes up for the rest of the day after. That night, he learns about an Uncle Fives.

Echo shares his stories and experiences of a bygone era. Asher is a persuasive little thing so Echo always ends up sharing more than he initially intended. He finds it to be therapeutic, meanwhile Asher is enrapt with the fact that he has millions of Uncles.

Asher reminds Echo of the cadets on Kamino.

Uncle Echo tends to plunge himself into deep reminisce around the kid. Asher is a tender soul and easy to bond with. Echo is ashamed to admit that the kid has seen more crying sessions than deemed appropriate.

Echo wonders what Fives’ son would be like, or any of his millions of brothers’. One day it hits him that Asher is the encapsulation of a time and people that are no more. He is every single one of those child soldiers, stripped of the soldier and left to his sacred, coveted youth. Asher is what freedom—identity—looks like for a Clone Trooper. Youthful bliss.

Asher and Echo share the most unique, intimate bond out of all of the Uncles. Echo thinks the Ramser’ika is a good listener like his Dad.

Bonus headcanons for the Buire: Asher l o v e s spectating Mom and Dad’s Sabacc matches. Puts his little glasses on so he can see the cards, leans over Mom’s shoulder and proceeds to brag to Dad over her winning hand (even if it’s not actually one). Asher is Mom’s biggest simp, second only to Dad of course.

I have blurbs/drabbles for all of these scenarios if y’all would like to see!

[vierschanzentournee]

Top 5 deaths in the Terror, have fun :))))

you’re a terrible, terrible person <3 these aren’t ranked but a few contenders for me are:

david young. there was just enough blood and screaming to keep me terrified for the whole first episode, i loved goodsir’s increasingly awkward attempts to be comforting, and i think it was very iconic of him to nope the fuck out of there before shit got real.

solomon tozer. I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THIS ONE! bc tozer spent most of the show being Slightly Evil, or at least aiding and abetting evil (in the form of hickey, obviously) but he finally (finally!!!!) makes a stand against it right at the very end. and he’s so desperate to save his men (yelling at them all not to move) and so very very brave (man walked straight up to tuunbaq holding his rifle!). and i enjoy it because he and crozier are working together, rather than as captain and subordinate, and it costs tozer his life but it helps crozier to survive, and i think that’s very cool! (and ok yeah i AM choosing to interpret it as tozer making a moral decision when he helps crozier but it could equally just be that he’s decided it’s his best chance of survival now that hickey’s clearly unhinged, because i think he more than just about any other character in the show is driven by a simple urge to get away from this all - “we’ll do what we have to do”) (also i just really enjoy his “tommy, give me your gun. i’m the best! shot! here!”)

harry goodsir. i just... god! he’s so obviously beyond caring about the pain he’s in and the pain he’s going to inflict (which is like. can you be a doctor anymore when you can’t care? is that why he has to die now!?), because the world is good and beautiful but the people in it are not, and that’s too much for him to bear. and it fucks me. and i’m also still really haunted by the image of his body laid out on that table, sans ass.

thomas blanky. this was maybe the one that affected me the most throughout the whole thing? i love the way that it illustrates that even there, even then, humans are not beyond laughter and they are not beyond love! crozier is strong for the men; blanky is strong for crozier in that moment where he can’t be. the contrast of his acceptance with crozier’s absolute refusal to allow it, and then crozier’s eventual crumbling, is ridiculously painful, but it means that once we cut to his actual death we can share in his genuine sense of peace and contentment. because it’s alright! it’s okay! he’s got his pipe and his forks and, would you fucking believe it, he’s just found the Passage, and he’s going to die but in the end, that’s cool! it was, weirdly enough, a nice respite in what i found to be the most emotionally intense episode of the show.

james fitzjames. look. i couldn’t NOT include this. truly “the end of vanity” for former pretty boy james fitzjames - no amount of incredibly stylish waistcoat and jumper pairings can save him now. the whole scene is just so ugly and raw. bridgens’ “there will be poems” is so beautifully poignant (although every time i think about it now my brain jumps to “there will be a ten part limited tv series...”) and the... idk, the physicality of the last moments between fitzjames and crozier is. it’s fucking something. i think it’s very fitting that james fitzjames, war hero and dashing explorer and polished liar, has to be physically forced to die, even when it’s what his mind wants. long story short, james fitzjames is Built Different. and it makes me cry.

special mentions to john bridgens (”aw man my boyfriend’s dead i’ll just go lie down on some rocks and Die”), sir john franklin (mostly for fitzjames sticking his head down the hole), and, obviously, jopson (because JESUS)

[loveforpreserumsteve]

As We Grow: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU)

Fourteen:

The following week, Steve still felt like he was floating on cloud nine. Of course, there wasn't many reasons for why he wouldn't be. After all, he was engaged to one of the best alphas he had ever met, who was very easy on the eyes. More than that, he knew that his future in-laws accepted him whole-heartedly as one of their own and had accepted him from the first moment they met.

Waking up, Steve was surprised to find he had gotten a full seven hours of sleep. Finding it bittersweet, Steve rolled over in hopes of getting some cuddles. Only, Bucky wasn't in bed. Lifting his head, he looked around the room. Some sunlight was coming in through the crack in the curtains and the bathroom door was open, and Bucky wasn't in there.

Brows furrowed, Steve climbed out of bed and got around for his day. Once his morning routine was done, he pulled on his robe and exited the master bedroom. Making his way down the hallway, he straightened the pictures hanging on the wall before continuing. Only pausing once more, outside the nursery until he realized that Oliver wasn't in there either.

From the living room, Steve could hear a familiar song. Well, a familiar tune with different words not sung by the original singer. Instead of the words that Steve was used to, a man was singing about Hanukkah.

Finding Oliver in his swing with his Squirt blanky. Wide awake and happily chewing on the plush turtle on top while his eyes remained fixed on the side of the room. Curious to what held his undivided attention, Steve took a quiet step further into the room.

Pressing his lips together, Steve attempted to hold back his laughter as he found Bucky dancing around and singing along like the dork he was. But more than that, the alpha was stringing blue lights on the bookcases. Strung across the fireplace mantel were blue and white pom poms. On top of the mantel were decorative silver and blue boxes that were lit up from the inside.

What really got Steve's attention though was the silver T-Rex menorah. Brows furrowing and smile widening, Steve asked, "What's going on here?"

"Hi, doll!" Bucky grinned, pausing his decorating to kiss Steve. When he pulled back, he worried, "I didn't wake you, did I?"

"You didn't," Steve assured. Gesturing towards Bucky's gray, Challah At Yo Boy, t-shirt, Steve asked, "Am I missing something?"

"Oh," Bucky presented the decorations and greeted him again with another kiss, "Happy Hanukkah, honey!"

Eyes widening, Steve's heart momentarily paused, "That's today?"

Nodding his confirmation, Bucky danced his way back to his decorating area while singing along with the song. Chuckling, Steve shook his head and headed for the kitchen. Making sure to make a pit stop at the comfy swing to greet his favorite person, "Hi, handsome! You got your blanky? Yeah?" Glancing away from a grinning Oliver to Bucky, he asked, "Has he eaten yet?"

"He has," Bucky confirmed, continuing to string the lights along each shelf of the built-in bookcase. Then, he turned back to Steve as he quickly explained, "I didn't wanna wake you."

"It's okay," Steve assured. Shrugging, he exaggerated for Oliver, "I'll just pump. No harm, no foul."

"If it makes you feel any better," Bucky started as he finished the with bookcase on the left, "He absolutely detests when I feed him."

"Oh, boo-hoo," Steve lovingly mocked as he grabbed his pumping gear. "You're still his favorite person while I'm just his food supply."

Bucky gave him a pointed look over his shoulder as he started stringing blue lights on the other built-in bookcase, "You know that's not true."

"Yeah, okay," Steve playfully scoffed.

Setting up on the chaise, he made himself comfortable before attaching the pumps to his nipples. Still not liking the way it felt compared to Oliver eating straight from the source, but Steve could admit that it was nice to be able to sleep in. Even if it was only for a half hour.

"So," Bucky prompted.

Steve's brows furrowed, "So...?"

"Did you wanna break out the Christmas stuff?"

That definitely wasn't what Steve had been expecting. Suddenly ashamed, Steve admitted, "I, uh, don't decorate."

Turning around to face Steve fully, Bucky's brows furrowed, "What do you mean?"

"Exactly that," Steve worried his lower lip with his teeth as he repeated, "I don't decorate."

Further confused, Bucky gestured towards the garage and asked, "Then, why do you have two packed tubs of Christmas decorations?"

Averting his gaze to his lap, Steve swallowed down the overwhelming emotion, and confessed, "It's my mom's stuff... Christmas was her favorite holiday."

Leaving the rest of the lights unstrung, Bucky crossed the living room to Steve. Dropping down, so Steve could look at him, Bucky took his hand between both of his. Kissing the back of Steve's hand, he comforted, "I'm not gonna make you do anything you don't want to. But I do want you to know that if you want to decorate, we can."

Giving his hands a tender squeeze, Steve said, "Thank you."

"Of course," Bucky assured, kissing his hand again before stretching up and kissing his mouth. "I love you."

"I love you too," Steve promised, ruffling Bucky's tousled brown hair. Looking over his holiday tee, Steve playfully questioned, "Do I get a snazzy shirt of my own? Ya know, now that I'm a part of the family?"

"Guess you'll just have to wait till you open your Hanukkah present and see," Bucky winked, stretching to his full height.

When the shirt rode up on his torso, revealing his dark happy trail, Steve reached up to stroke his fingers through it since he knew that Bucky was ticklish. Snapping his hand down to stop Steve's touch, Bucky playfully narrowed his eyes at his fiancé. Returning to the bookcase, Bucky turned up the stereo – just slightly – and got back to stringing those blue lights.

TAG LIST: @t3a-bag

[whimsymimsywrites]

Blankie fort head canon! Villain edition

Dabi 

He’s never really made a blanket fort but he tries

Once you show him he’ll have one 24/7

He had 1 pillow and blanket before and now has 10 blankets and 15 pillows.

He claims their yours but we all know the truth

He has the best snacks, And in the winter he keeps hot cocoa warm.

When watching horror movies in the fort he’ll get comfortable and fall asleep within 15 minutes.

He snores a little 

He loves making a nest within the fort and hiding in it like a cave. 

You’ve given him the nickname dragon and you joke about his blanket and pillow hoard

He hasn’t corrected you yet

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Twice

He fluctuates between building one and kicking it down.

When you can you get one built he’s happy to be made into a Jin burrito,

He loves to watch cartoons while in the fort 

he always forgets to bring snacks but he does bring drinks

He loves to cuddle while in the fort 

He’s got tons of blankets and pillows 

Jin makes a fort and drags people in when he thinks they are upset.

He does invite Toga to relax with you guys

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 Overhaul 

He’s not really a blanket fort type of guy

He will indulge you occasionally but  it’s very rare.

When he does make it, it is neat and tidy and please don’t make a mess

The mask stays on. No exceptions. And stay 6 ft away

He will watch whatever movie you want, he really doesn’t care.

If you put on a documentary on a plague or epidemic he will ignore you and study the film. 

He will break down the fort when he says it’s time to sleep 

He never allowed you to make one for Eri. “She hasn’t earned it yet.”

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Kurono 

Much like his boss, not really a fort guy.

But he’ll indulge you more frequently then Kia will.

He helps you make the nest but he will drop the building if his boss ever calls.

Hari will lay and let you cuddle but he’s going to be the small spoon.

He will fall asleep if you pet his hair

Movie choice will be up to you and so are the snacks He will buy them but he’s not too picky.

He didn’t let you make a fort with Eri either. “Sorry, Kais orders.”

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Toga

She makes the most extra blanket forts, Fairy lights, Stuffed animals, a mini projector, a mini fridge. The works.

She has a large tent that she uses for the frame. 

She surprised you with it after hearing how you wanted to make one.

She will have nail painting and facials while you watch movies and have a nice night in.

If you don’t have pjs she’ll let you borrow one of hers.

She loves to cuddle but she does get a bit bitey when she wants you to grab her a snack.

She loves getting her hair played with, in return she rubs your back and shoulders.

She gives bomb backrubs.

Dance parties will happen randomly.

She’s cuddly af and you will wake up with Toga hugging your arm and snoring.

Twice will join you in your fort parties sometimes 

[the-delta-42]

Three and Down

Based on This Ask from @lenoreofraven

Three and down

Ridiculous. Utterly Ridiculous. Of course, there had to an Akuma today. Of course, it had to attack when she and Rossi were out of the classroom. Of course, when they got back, they had to round up their now toddler aged classmates. And of course, Dupain-Cheng, while being creepy as shit, had to throw a tantrum.

“NO!” Wailed the black haired, pigtailed toddler, pulling on a blanket, with Adrien attached to the other end, “MINE!”

“Nu-uh,” Said Adrien, tugging on his end, “My blankie.”

Marinette tugged on the blanket again, before losing her grip and tumbling backwards, making her hit her head on the desk. Marinette stilled, before her bottom lip wobbled and she started bawling her eyes out.

Chloe thought she heard Lila groan, before she scooped the toddler up. Chloe tried not to recoil when Marinette wrapped her small arms around her neck, both Chloe and Lila turned back to Adrien, only to find him gone.

Lila looked behind her and spotted that Alya had gone missing as well.

“We need to but a leash on them.” Said Lila, as Marinette’s wails started dying down.

“Ugh, you can have her.” Said Chloe, pushing the toddler onto Lila.

Lila grimaced as Marinette then buried her face into her shoulder, wiping her eyes and nose of the Italians shoulder and continued sniffling. Lila heard Nino let out a small whine and scooped him up as well.

“KIM! ALIX! THAT IS NOT WHAT A POT LID IS FOR!” Chloe yelled from another room, before a loud bang sounded from the same room, followed by insane laughter. Lila spotted Rose and Juleka napping with Ivan and Mylene not far from the corner Luka was made to sit in.

Lila looked down at the two toddlers she was holding, before noting that they’d fallen asleep. Carefully, trying not to wake any of them up, Lila put Nino and Marinette down next to Juleka, before turning her attention on Max, who’d dismantled the projector…and the computer. Lila was fairly certain a host of other appliances had been similarly destroyed by the toddler as he built whatever the hell it was, he was building.

Meanwhile Chloe was stalking through the Library, a red-haired toddler on her hip, while she checked under desks, looking for the blond hair she knew so well.

“Adrikiiiins,” Called Chloe, “Where are you?”

There was a quiet sneeze, making Chloe whip around and look out the window, spotting Adrien sitting next to a bird, the blanket he was fighting over with Marinette wrapped around him. Adrien sneezed again, before Chloe quickly rushed outside and grabbed him.

Adrien whined as the bird flew off, reaching both his arms out after it. Adrien started huffing, before flailing his little arms about in a tantrum as he started yelling and screaming. Chloe was suddenly aware of the dirty looks she was getting from strangers.

“Slag.” Muttered a passer-by, gone before Chloe could do or say anything.

“Adrikins,” Groused Chloe, trying to get the blond-haired toddler to calm down, just as Adrien’s hand connected with Alya’s small face. The dark-skinned toddler froze, before her face crumpled and she started screaming as well. Chloe was saved from further humiliation by Ms. Bustier shooting towards her.

“I leave you and Lila alone with them for five minutes and I come back to Max destroying my computer and those two missing!”

Before Chloe could respond, the two toddlers were taken from her and both opted to cling to the teacher like a koala.

Chloe kept quiet, as Ms. Bustier lead her back to the classroom, as soon as they entered the door, Lila rushed towards them holding a crying Marinette at arm’s length.

“I don’t know what happened, she kept say she needed to go, and she didn’t say where and-” Lila was cut off.

“Lila, when a Toddler says they need to go,” Said Ms. Bustier, putting Adrien and Alya on the floor, before taking a sobbing Marinette, “They generally mean they need to go to the toilet.”

“That would explain the smell.” Said Lila, callously.

Ms. Bustier sighed, before walking away with Marinette, “The parents are going to be here soon, hopefully, we can all survive until then.”

Ms. Bustier ducked into one of the childcare classes, before walking away with a smelly, crying toddler and a over the shoulder bag. Chloe and Lila looked at each other, before a small explosion in front of Max got their attention.

The bespectacled toddler blinked a couple of times, before his bottom lip wobbled and he started wailing. Loudly. Which set all the others off crying and Luka kicking Kagami in the shin, which set her off. Soon the entire classroom was full of screaming, crying toddlers and two teenagers who wanted to be as far from them as possible.

The classroom door flung open, revealing Ms. Bustier and a host of the parents.

“I was gone for five minutes.” Said Ms. Bustier, incredulous.

Before either Chloe or Lila could say anything, the assembled parent found their child and quickly started to shush them, the only two left were Adrien and Kagami, who sat sniffling waiting for their parent to pick them up. When no one did, Adrien let out a small whimper.

Chloe felt fear settle in her entire being, as Adrien let out a whine, as fat tears started to roll down his chubby little face. A split second later, both Adrien and Kagami were picked up by Tom and Sabine, with the latter carefully holding a sleeping Marinette. Kagami’s whimpers started to die down, as she watched Marinette quietly snore against her mother’s shoulder.

Tom suddenly jumped, making Adrien giggle as he pulled on the bakers moustache again.

Lila looked over at Anarka, seeing her cup her hands over Luka’s ears, making the toddler calm down considerably, while Juleka chewed on a diamond encrusted phone. Chloe let out a shriek, before rushing over to grab her phone. The blonde girl got a total of three steps, before Ms. Bustier hooker her fingers under Chloe’s collar.

“Do. Not. Set. Them. Off.” Said Ms. Bustier slowly, getting a small, reluctant nod from Chloe. Ms. Bustier let Chloe go, before she made her way over to Sabine, the clothes that Marinette had soiled in a plastic bag.

“I hope this doesn’t last too long.” Said Fred, cradling Mylene as she gnawed on his tie.

“Half the school children in the city have been affected.” Said Roger, gently patting Sabrina on her back, getting a small burp from her.

Chloe and Lila were taken out of the classroom, just as Nino let out a loud sneeze, getting a delighted cackle from Alya.

T&D

The next day Chloe and Lila arrived to find the classroom had been made baby proof, along with the addition of their toddler age and sized classmates all sprawled across the room. Marinette spotted them from her place on the teacher’s desk and started giggling. Every time she shifted, she made a soft crinkling sound. Max was in his own little corner that was roped off from the rest of the room, surrounding him was a set of toys that all had flashing lights and made various sounds.

Adrien and Kagami had made a pillow fort around the teacher’s desk, both holding cardboard swords that they were using to keep Alix and Kim away. Lila spotted Luka playing with a toy car, what struck her as odd was the headphones Luka was wearing over his ears. Alya and Nino were playing with a toy camera and xylophone, while the others were all piled up around a beanbag.

The door opened behind the two teenagers, making them both spin around and face the new arrivals. A few teachers were coming in with a pair of toddlers each, Chloe recognised Aurore and Mirelle, before spotting Marc and Wayhem. The teacher carrying Marc and Wayhem placed them both on the desk next to Marinette.

Marinette giggled, before taking the pacifier out of her mouth and shoving it in Marc’s. Marc stopped whimpering, before slowly falling asleep. Marinette giggled harder and clapped her tiny hands. One of the teachers jumped when Kagami’s sword hit their shin.

Both Chloe and Lila were taken to another room by the same teacher, Chloe scowled when she realised that Sabrina was a baby and couldn’t take her notes.

T&D

The routine continued for a further week, until Tom and Sabine heard an older sounding Marinette scream, followed by a loud thud. Sabine slowly made her way up the stairs, before poking her head to look through the baby gate that surrounded the trap door. And there, on the floor in a bright pink onesie, was Marinette, pacifier still in her mouth and teddy bear in her arms. Marinette and Sabine stared at each other, before Marinette spat the pacifier out and look her mother in the eye.

“I have no idea how this happened.” Said Marinette, making her mother laugh.

Meanwhile across town, Adrien sat in his bed, trying to understand how he went from the middle of a school day in his normal clothes to waking up in his bed in a black onesie with is thumb in his mouth. Adrien stared down at his lap, trying to ignore the really comfortable fabric of his new pyjamas and how he really need to go to the toilet. Eventually natures call won out and Adrien got up and headed for the bathroom, where, to his embarrassment, he found he was wearing a nappy.

Adrien grumbled to himself as he got dressed, he had managed to get his trousers on when Nathalie walked in, causing him to jump several feet in the air.

“What happened to knocking?!” Exclaimed Adrien, as he lowered himself down from the climbing wall, before noticing that Nathalie had frozen.

Across the city, parent who’d children had been affected by the de-aging Akuma all found said child all waking up confused, except the Césaire’s because Alya took one look at her current wardrobe and decided to go back to sleep.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Girl Next Door (Part 8) - Late Night Talks

Summary: Dean and the reader have an impromptu late night date by the fire...

The Girl Next Door Masterlist

Pairing: Neighbor/Mechanic!Dean x baker!reader

Word Count: 2,900ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Enjoy!

Reader’s POV

“Hi,” said Avy when you answered your front door Thursday night.

“Well hey cutie. Where’s your dad or uncle?” you asked, poking your head outside.

“Avy,” called Sam, the two of them appearing on the road, out on a walk from the looks of it. “What are you doing, kiddo?”

“We didn’t say hi to Y/N today! Or Jack!” she said. Sam shook his head at her but laughed, giving you a shrug.

“I’m all for saying hey to the cute next door neighbor,” said Dean, turning to walk up the driveway.

“Yeah, well I’m hungry,” said Sam. Dean sighed, flashing you an apologetic smile as he started to step back. “I can wait.”

“S’okay. We got boys night tomorrow to look forward to and we got our date on Saturday,” said Dean, giving you a wink. “I’ll call you later, sweetheart.”

“I will be eagerly waiting for it.”

“Hello, Ms. Y/L/N,” said Dean on the phone just after ten that night, a giggle in his voice.

“Hello, Mr. Winchester,” you said, laying back in bed, staring up at the ceiling. “How was your day?”

“Oh, so eventful. Three fender benders, I got to take Avy and two other kids to summer camp and then Sam told me about real estate law for three hours. Three hours. I did not realize there were human beings that actually enjoyed that stuff,” he said.

“I think Sammy’s bored,” you said. “Sorry. Sam.”

“I like when you call him Sammy. Makes me all happy inside,” he said.

“Well I super like when you’re all happy inside,” you said. You bit your bottom lip, Dean chuckling a little. “How’s he doing? No medical emergencies this week?”

“We’re all good. Avy’s got her epipen and we got an extra one around we all know how to use. Sammy had a MRI and x-ray this afternoon hence the talking to me about the most boring thing on earth in one of the most boring places on earth,” he said. “They said his brain looks normal and his skull is healing from where they cracked him open like a melon. Dude’s even got a little bit of peach fuzz growing back on his noggin.”

“That’s great,” you said. “Sounds like he’s out of the woods.”

“He’s still on no TV until his checkup next week but he’s allowed a bit of light reading. He hasn’t had a seizure so they think odds are good he may be able to avoid them as long as he keeps taking his medicine regularly...sorry. You must already know all this stuff,” he said.

“Well yeah but Sam’s my friend. I like hearing that he’s getting better,” you said. Dean was quiet, something creaking in the background.

“You want to come over? Feels silly talking on the phone when you’re right there,” he said.

“Yeah,” you said. “I want to see you.”

“Meet me on my back deck,” he said.

“Sure you want to leave Sammy all alone in the house, Mr. Mother hen?” you asked.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Doctors told me I don’t have to watch him so so close now. Still close another week or so but...get that cute tush over here, Y/L/N,” he said with a laugh.

“You gonna make me?” you teased, grabbing your big oversized cardigan and heading downstairs.

“Maybe I will,” he said, a door opening on his end before you hung up. You hummed and slipped into your flip flops, tossing on the cardigan before turning on your backlight. He was sitting outside in one of the chairs, lighting a match. When you were closer you saw he was lighting one of those candles in a bucket, Dean smiling as he tossed the match in. “Well if those ain’t the cutest little pajamas. Little shorts and a way too big band tee. Looking hot there, Y/N.”

“Shut up,” you said, pulling a chair over close to him, tucking your legs up, covering yourself with your cardigan.

“Hi,” he said softly.

“Hi.”

He gave you a long kiss, long enough to let you feel the softness of his lips, to let you tug on his shirt collar when he almost moved away. You stayed with it until you needed a breath, Dean licking his lips.

“I can’t wait to take you out on Saturday,” he said.

“Can I take you out on Sunday? A lunch date?” you asked.

“Sure,” he laughed. “You got plans for us or something?”

“Perhaps,” you said with a smirk. “You’ll find out.”

“Oh, a mystery. I love mysteries, especially movies,” he said.

“What other kinds of movies do you like?” he asked.

“Ones where I know the bad guy is gonna lose,” he said.

“Me too,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder. He put his arm over your own, pulling you close. “Dean?”

“Mhm?” he asked.

“I just realized...I don’t know where you live when you’re not here,” you said.

“Oh it’s just a little apartment on east side of town,” he said.

“Not in those Garden estates, right?” you asked.

“...I know it’s sketchy but it’s cheap,” he said.

“Dean. I don’t...it’s not my place to say but...I don’t feel comfortable with you living in a place like that,” you said.

“Comfortable?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“People get mugged and stabbed and shot at over there all the time,” you said. “It’s the bad side of town for a reason.”

“What are you saying?” he asked.

“Why don’t you live with Sam? He’s got a big house,” you said.

“I don’t need to be a freeloader, Y/N,” he said. You lifted your head, Dean staring blankly at you. “What?”

“Dean. You literally changed your entire life so you could be with Sam. You take him to the doctor’s and you make sure he’s okay and you changed your hours at work and you play with Avy and take care of everything around here. You’re so not a freeloader,” you said.

“I don’t need to live in a big fancy house,” he said. “I got a bed and a roof and I’m good.”

“You don’t need a big house. Someplace you know, safe, is all I’m asking for,” you said.

“Why does it matter to you?” he asked.

“I wish you would have a bit more concern for yourself,” you said.

“Why?” he asked.

“I care about you. Sorry I asked,” you said. You watched the candle for a few minutes in silence, listening to the summer night. Dean lay his head on your shoulder and you relaxed, leaning yours against his.

“I’m not this guy you seem to think I am. I’m a whole load of screwed up. You don’t want this, want me, Y/N,” he said.

“I think I’ll make that decision for myself,” you said. His head turned up a little, your own lifting, catching another one of those boyish looks on his face. “I don’t quite understand why you are the way you are, why everyone else is more important in your head, but I don’t care. I see something in you I think you don’t so I’m sorry but you’re stuck with me and part of that is me wanting you to be safe and taken care of too. So get used to it.”

He stared at you for a long time, turning his head back down on your shoulder. He looked down at the small fire and you put an arm around his shoulders to keep him close, a gentle hum leaving him.

“Our parents used to fight. A lot,” he said after a few minutes, taking your hand in his and running his thumb over your skin. “From as far back as I can remember. Before Sammy even. I hated it but I hated it even more when I realized how much it upset Sammy, made him scared when mom and dad got loud. I got scared too but I never told him that. He was a little baby and I was four years old and I’d pick him up and get all his blankies and I’d carry him outside and we’d just sit out in the backyard in the grass where it was quiet. He never cried once I got him outside. I would talk to him or sing him songs until he was happy again. The fighting didn’t stop when we got older so I kept taking him outside, taking him for walks, taking him to the park, to the mall, anywhere it was quiet. I moved out the second I could, the second I was done with high school. I wanted my quiet. But Sammy was stuck home so that summer, he lived with me...and I told my parents to stop, to just stop, or else Sam was going to stay with me when school started up again. He was a smart kid and he needed a good place to get through high school so he could go to college and be a lawyer like he wanted. My entire life, Sam has been more important than me. He is. To me he is. But as a kid, everyone started to become more important. My friends, choosing not to go to school so Sam had a little more for him...I built my fucking life around that kid and I don’t regret a second of it but I wish...I wish I wasn’t learning something now I should have learned as a kid.”

“Me too. But I’ll be here to let you learn with,” you said as you hugged him. “You’re important Dean.”

“Why do you even like me though? I understand that women are attracted to me but the few that I really liked, really let in...I’m not relationship material,” said Dean, sitting upright, giving you a frown. “I’m good for looking nice and that’s it.”

“You are very handsome, I’ll give you that,” you said as you smiled at him. “But that’s not why I like you, Dean. There’s a lot of guys out there. A lot of guys that are nice and all that. I never met a man as good as you though. There is something...good about you, about the way you care for others and treat them. There’s a cocky flirt and then there’s the boy that insists on walking me home when I live right next door. There is goodness in you. There’s a dark pit too. I’m sorry if that scared other people in your past and I’m sorry if they made you feel inadequate for that. But I don’t care. I don’t mind the dark so much. I live in the dark a lot too. If our brothers are anything to go by, I say you and I got a chance to brighten those dark places up a bit.”

“How the fuck were you single,” he said, lifting his head up, a big smile on his face.

“Ex-workaholic, med school dropout with a set of dead parents and an unstable brother who decided to move to a new town to start a small business in her kitchen and not really talk to people,” you said. Dean smiled, pulling you to lean against him.

“I don’t think you can fix me, Y/N. This is who I am,” he said.

“Well you’re not broken so there’s nothing to fix,” you said. He opened his mouth but looked at you instead, giving you a kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m gonna be here all summer long but...I’ll talk to Sammy about getting me someplace safer to live after,” he said. “Maybe here, maybe a different apartment but someplace better, for both of us.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly, bumping your nose against his. He started to smile, biting his bottom lip. “What?”

“I like making you happy,” he said. “You can see it in your eyes when you really are.”

“You should really see your eyes right now then,” you said, the dim light making the green in them look almost like they were shifting from light to dark.

“I’ve been told I have pretty eyes before,” he said.

“They are very pretty,” you said, so close to him you could see the variations in the color in his iris. “I like this.”

You danced a finger to the edge of his eye, along the few crinkles that were there in that moment.

“A smile that reaches your eyes. Now that’s pretty,” you said.

“I could look a lack a sack of potatoes and I got a feeling you wouldn’t give a shit,” he said.

“True but you’d be a very handsome sack of potatoes,” you said, Dean chuckling and giving you a kiss. “I bet you’d be sweet potatoes.”

“You’re kind of a loser, you know,” he said, laughing as he kissed you again.

“Not as big of one as you,” you said, giggling before he stood up in front of you. He tilted his head and put his arms under you, sitting back down in his chair with you in his lap. “We do not both fit in this thing.”

“Not really...gonna have to get some better chairs back here,” teased Dean, your arms going around him to keep yourself from falling backwards. “Okay, this is obnoxiously uncomfortable.”

“Think I’ll take that as my cue to head on back home,” you said, shifting to stand up but Dean keeping his arms around you. You rested your head on his shoulder, letting out a small yawn.

“You’re adorable,” he said.

“I’m quite aware,” you teased, Dean nuzzling you for a moment.

“Let’s get you home, sweetheart,” he said, standing up with you in his arms. You were surprised when he didn’t set you down, instead walking onto the grass and towards your house.

“You’re very strong,” you said.

“You’re very sleepy,” he said. “You’ve had a long week. You should sleep in tomorrow.”

“Can’t,” you said, staring up at Dean. “Tryin’ be a good example for Jack and all.”

“Sleep in. He knows he needs to be at work on time. Jack is really enjoying it there so far I think. He’s getting along with the guys. Give him a little room on that leash, let him show you he can get himself out the door on his own.”

“It’s only been a few days,” you said, Dean setting you down on your back porch. He smiled and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, glancing behind you into the house.

“He’s also not a child,” said Dean, smirking as his eyes watched something inside. “Case and point, big brother’s watching us from the couch right now.”

“He was always protective,” you blushed.

“Seems to be a lot of that going around,” he said, giving you a peck on the cheek. “Sleep in. If Jack don’t show up to work, I’ll hear about it, trust me, and I’ll give him a talking to.”

“Okay,” you said. “I’ll try to catch up on sleep.”

“Good girl,” he said, stepping off the porch. “See you at boys night tomorrow.”

“Later, Winchester,” you said, slipping inside with a wave. You locked up behind yourself, padding through the kitchen to the family room, Jack shutting his book. “Done spying, Jackie?”

“Still sneaking out to talk to boys, hm?” he hummed.

“Oh shut up,” you laughed. “It’s my house. Come on, get to bed. You got work early.”

“Cas gave me this book to check out. It’s really good,” said Jack.

“You like going to him?” you asked. Jack nodded, letting you pull him to his feet. “He’s not prescribing you anything?”

“He doesn’t think I need it. He said we’d start from scratch and I actually feel a lot better not taking all that stuff anymore,” said Jack.

“Whatever works, I’m all for,” you said, dragging him towards the stairs. “Finish your book tomorrow. You need sleep too.”

“Alright,” he said, following you up the stairs. He veered off to the guest room that was now his, catching your wrist again when you headed for your own. “If Cas thinks I need to do something, like medicine, I will. I trust him. You too.”

“I know. Goodnight, Jack,” you said, giving him a hug. He returned it, smiling when you moved back. “Love you.”

“I love you too, sis.”

A/N: Read Part 9 here!

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Hobbit Soulmate Pt 19

It’s been a while but here is the next part. Kind of simple but it gets the story out of limbo zone and into the meatier part of the flow i wanted to get to anyways. :D

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Back to the routines you melded easily feeling a bit colder with your father now gone too back to fulfill the final leg of his contracted season before stopping in the end of August to fly out to New Zealand to be with you. A brief week was what you had to deal with yourself alone and groggily on your feet you had finished packing up. The bulk of all you needed in hand for your flight out to LA. It was a shock but with the press and such noteworthy people knowing your name and singing your praises you got landed for a magazine shoot that would land you out there to fit nicely with a spot on a show far from memorable no doubt.

All the same you had to lower your phone when you had told Lee, who was beside himself with worry on his film as the dates neared. The show bits would be the first to film and in the few days you would be in town just like his blankie he wanted to cling to you to get through it. The flight went easily and just as soon as you’d landed it was off to work no matter if you were near to needing a wall to hold you up.

Dolled up in the $600 dress they let you keep, purple with a bell like layered skirt that dipped low in the front you didn’t care of people were staring. Tall heels didn’t help but hell the $300 pair were yours for free and with bag and violin case in hand you finally checked into your hotel and promptly headed down again to hop onto a cab to meet up with Lee.

A tall blonde in platform boots reaching up to the thigh in a leather two piece with freckled shoulders you would know anywhere had the already gawking fellow stage actors drop their jaws more as you said, “Bitch..”

Turning with wide eyes and a minor pout Lee I hard sharply watching your crouch to get a better look at his boots and say, “Damn it all, if you didn’t have such big feet I would be stealing these when filming was through. Legs for days and they still make you taller. Selfish.”

Chuckling lowly he offered a hand to steady you as you rose again and turned to say, “Everybody, this is Jaqi.”

“The infamous girlfriend,” rippled around the room and in the sea of awed people who had caught your show and others who had seen bootleg copies of it filmed and shuffled around you were quickly honed in on by the director who added a minor non speaking role to your resume. Lee was timid on the dancing aspect but with you on site his confidence burst out and that cemented the tiny unasked favor to keep the young star calm through this harrowing role to debut in. A spot in the crowd at the shows and a flicker of a spot at a barbecue later you mingled and blended in causally.

All between your three hour stint at another set for filming and Lee’s stolen bouts of cuddling before you were off to England you were glad you made it to the proper plane on the right day to make it just on time.

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School was amazing, just like a glove you melted back into it and soaked in all you could of what you had aches for at having to graduate from Julliard so soon. Yet the London Ballet was different. An hour train, both ways there and back with long rehearsals in a sea of women and men built far different than you hard didn’t come close. It was stunning how amateur they imagined you and how much harder they pressed you to become more like the others when you had surpassed a great deal in skill even on your first day.

All the same the title role got gifted to their perfect star and you graciously accepted your minor role allowing you to nap more once you weren’t needed any longer in the month long show. To then it was paying your dues until you’d fit the mold but to the people expecting so much more from you after hearing such heartwarming compliments on you those buying tickets let it be known they didn’t care they demanded more than a five minute blip for the ticket fees. And of course the press heaped on when they caught wind only adding to your lulling urge to keep up in this place.

Not even mentioning the friends of your grandparents who had far from subtly hinted on higher challenging role set for someone with your pedigree and training leading to your latest role.

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“Woof.” You stated taking another bite of your revenge triple order of chips after the first show you had been put into one of the three main female lead roles as a compromise to the noise about your place in the company. “Pedigree, they actually said pedigree, I’m a dog now.”

Dean’s cousin smirked stating in a pinch of your cheek while Richard hid his smirk behind his pint raised for a sip, “And what a cute doggy you are.”

In the roll of your eyes and Dean said, “You didn’t even share the best part.”

“Ooh,” rippled around the table making Chris smirk as he sat beside his brother with a refill on his drink. “Just grow five inches, and I could be their lead all the time, that’s what he,” in a cocky shake of your head and careless swipe of your hand you mimicked the snooty accent of the casting director, “If you could just grow five inches that would be swell and we would not be in this mess.” After a disgusted grunt you said, “I can’t grow five inches, no clue how I would, magic beans or buttons I guess that do that.”

One of the guys smirked, “I can grow five inches,”

And his brother patted his back, “And your bird is so proud of you for that.”

After another bite finishing off the chip you mumbled over your packed cheek behind your raised hand, “Besides, I got hired because I’m this size. I can’t grow or I’d lose the job.”

Dean, “The dream job.”

Another teen smirked saying, “Yes the mystery job none of us can know of yet.”

In a faked whine his brother said, “I hope it comes out soon. The wait is killing me.”

You rolled your eyes and Dean said, “Lads, we shall have to be patient and simply watch our dear Bunny puff up until it explodes out of her.”

Richard chuckled asking, “Is it really that terrible dancing there?”

Lowly you sighed, “It’s not. I love it, it’s just the people in charge. And honestly, ballet is so different, from anything else. Theater, singing, playing the violin, even musical theater. It just,” you sighed again, “I just really hope this film goes well, because, I mean, ballet was never my end all be all career. It fucking hurts. All the time, and you have to look a certain way and act a certain way and then there’s the director expecting favor for their ‘gifted roles’ I love ballet, but I don’t think I can do another season here.”

Dean, “Well if you word it right you know your grandparents would hire you.”

“I know. And I do like it at the Bolshoi Company. They offered for after I graduate Oxford for a season. Even when they bring the team on tour of the States.”

Chris, “That sounds better, they would be family.”

“And it’s Bolshoi, not trying to be like Bolshoi. I can be as fucking short as I damn well please and as long as my ass gets up higher than the girls in line under me who gives a flying fuck.”

The men chuckled and raised their glasses making you giggle and lift yours to clink them together, Dean led them in saying, “Here, here.”

Richard, “Have you called your dad about it?”

You nodded after your sip, “He’s happy for me, says to do what makes me happy. Told Gramps when he called the other day, he thinks a season off would do me good. Gran is livid beyond words that I would be treated like this. And now they have this show to honor their careers in January they want me to be a part of. Whole company is insisting, apparently someone had been sending them the press on my career from New  York, so, yay.”

Chris, “Not mad at you I hope,”

You shook your head after another sip, “No. they said the same about her when she came to the States as a teen visiting her mom, then she went back home and blew their critics away. Just pent up, stuff.. Plus she said something about a show coming up she wanted me to join them for.”

Dean, “Well we love you no matter what you choose to do.”

Your grin split wider in the nudge of an elbow from one of them making the men chuckle again as you ate another bite of your fish refusing to starve yourself to date the anorexia mongering men in charge of casting.

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Richard smirked in tossing his shirt away after his ungrateful plop onto the bed making you smirk in his attempt at alluringly sweeping his hand over the bare spot beside him. In a giggle you climbed in beside him and melted into his offered kissing tug to lay you out against him. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

In a low hum he said, “I’m glad you’re finding what you’re comfortable with. I just wish I could have been around more to help you through it.”

“Ugh,” you scoffed making him chuckle deeply, “You have your play to prep for. Of which I am not missing opening night.”

“Don’t-,”

“Hey, I am not missing it for the world.”

“We only have two weeks left, I’d rather focus on-,”

After stealing a kiss you said, “I’d rather focus on you in those tights of yours,” making him smirk, “And those puffy shorts and that cinched shirt with all those buttons-,”

“So many buttons,” be murmured against your lips then claimed another kiss while he folded around you.

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Inspiration. That was why you were here. A one night only show with most of the audience being the cast of an upcoming indie film ‘Billy Elliot’ formerly a play called Dancer now set to be captured for the big screen. And all centered around a boy and his growing love for Ballet and the struggles he faces fro it in a mining town in the 80’s.

The ending called for a rendition scene capturing him grown and performing in Swan Lake with a great amount of hard earned prestige and admiration from his fellow dancers. It would only be a snippet of the full show, and yet to prep the young cast and their assigned on screen relatives they would sit through the classic show of which the Bolshoi Ballet would be performing, all around you as Odette/Odile, the role that Sir Ian had put you on the map for. Press would be there and it would be recorded for the film to remind the cast of the performance and to be sold separately as well.

All the same between shows with the London company you had fit in two rehearsals with all of your company and the managing team watching you flow in effortlessly with their chosen cast all thrilled to see you again. On the big night you could hear the chatter outside of the few well known actors settled to the film waited for by the press to snap pictures as you moved past them with the dancers to get warmed up. Truly you could do the role in your sleep, and honestly you wished you had gotten more sleep but grumbling to yourself while another dancer stepped on your back helping to pop your hip while in full splits you pressed your forehead to your crossed hands hoping you wouldn’t have to dance another night with the throbbing bother.

A painful pop later and up you got hugging the dancer gratefully before moving on with her to help the male lead pop his back after his lingering stiffness from the long flight he was finally recovering from fully. Painted and feathered up with slippers laced you tapped your toes one at a time behind you testing the tips of the new slippers on their give while you waited for the cue to enter onto the stage for the opening curtain.

Hours of stolen pictures and the dazzling scene of ‘adult Billy’ leaping onto the stage in his feathered pant body painted glory later the curtains closed again at the final scene. A pause came then the applause erupted from even the most initially bored children who had sat through the show. The mixer after found you showered and with a smile wearing your expensive dress and heels. All round you speaking with others the cast mingled until a wide grin split across your face as Julie Waters walked up to you after you had finished speaking to a set of dancers who were leaving to get some sleep before their next flight.

“Hello,”

“Hello,” you replied.

“I was wondering if I might as you some questions?”

Anxiously you answered with a broken giggle, “Absolutely,” after a momentary clearing of your throat you said, “What’s on your mind?”

Your held grin and gentle nods egged her on in asking her full list broadening her view of the art form and how the studies are handled and how a teacher would actually handle courses. Though the more you shared with the after lesson regimens and show effects on you it took away the glamour of things easing her own version of a teacher who was nowhere as strict as those monitoring in prestigious ballet companies fitting more to the town it was set in.

The boys were the last to come up, with the girls all having been so eager but with Dean and your friends coming up to talk to you Jamie Bell, the young Billy, especially loved hearing how you and Dean had struggled into dance lessons at Oxford and you also in Julliard while working steady jobs. Emails were traded for questions to be answered as they would come up later. And somehow you had managed to wiggle your way under Richard’s arm in an unaccountable shower and change into one of his shirts while he slept in his briefs not even caring to pull anything else on after his day of rehearsals and your show after he insisted on attending.

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More and more Richard seemed to be worried about how the time apart would go after the last time when Tiffany had found him in a night of weakness while September neared. But after sharing his own call with his agent where he had heard of casting for a certain Elven Prince he was laughed out of and nudged away from trying for he came home to share the news only to see you bite your lip and explode himself in excitement for you at finding out what role you had gotten. Even in not being able to join you on the filming of a lifetime he was thrilled you could experience it with your father and hoped to sneak out for a visit himself.

It was secured, once you had told your grandparents about the job to explain why you couldn’t fly out to Russia for a season at the company they leapt at the chance to help you feel more secure in your dream job even they were excited for you to have earned. A large patch of land with seven cottages sprawled in a ring across it, the smaller ones split into separate apartment suites all joined in a stone courtyard with a fire pit and outdoor cooking area meant for plenty of guests was where you would call home.

It all looked so picturesque and near to dream like you were almost certain the pictures were a lie and you would walk into a raccoon’s nest without a roof and only half the walls and a giant wasps nest in the chimney. Honestly that would help to ease you into the role, if something outside the job was wrong so you couldn’t mess it up. If anything else went wrong then you had an amazing chance of this working out perfectly for you. Wine and dining was your final goodbye on the weekend after your final classes you bit your lip and entered the airport gate Chris had dropped you at with a tight hug Richard couldn’t give while warming up for the second night of his play.

24 hours including boarding time you were to be stuck on this plane and once again you poured through your tolkien collection well worn with taped spines and a shoddy glue job on a few of the pages coming apart at the seams with notes scattered throughout widening your smile. Richard’s play had gone wonderfully and you couldn’t help but keep smiling all through it even if he wasn’t the lead. You could almost see his future self leading an ensemble of his own when companies would have more faith in his name to draw in ticket sales and you’d be lying if you didn’t want to miss all the days in between his shoot to stardom. It hurt not having him here but all the more it was perfect to have your dad here, just a matter of weeks now and he would be joining you.

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It was annoying how early you had shown up, that was your impression, but a check in call after having to adjust the date of training camp on the original date you had arrived not wanting to risk a fee to shift the date. Two full weeks you were early and outside the gate Peter and Fran chuckled helping you load your bag into the open trunk and guide you into the backseat beside their two children.

Chuckling to himself Peter stated, “For all the eagerness in the world I for one am glad you arrived early. Now we can give you the full tour. The workshops, our model scales and also through camp we can show you some of the locations we’ve scoped out for certain cities and traveling shots you would love. But first, I think we should take you for some food. There’s a great place by the studio lot, and we can help you stock up on some grub after, the house you mentioned it is furnished?”

“Gran said it would be. If not it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve slept on the floor.”

Fran, “You aren’t sleeping on any floor. If it isn’t we are taking you home with us until it can be furnished.”

“I couldn’t-,”

Peter, “Can and will. Your first time in New Zealand you need some family to show you round and keep an eye out through camp, I know your dad will surely appreciate us treating you like the family you are.”

That made you smile wider and while Fran asked you on if you had brushed up on Tolkien your books were brought up and even out for the lunch in the small eatery they had brought you to. A small hole in the wall with ample space on the booth table for you to show them plenty of your notes, all of which were consulted again when you were shown through the workshops stirring more and more elated squeaks from you.

And it truly was perfect, two story log and stone cabin style home with an amazing view stunning Peter as well who said, “The other cottages are yours as well?”

“Ya, they said it was the only one with enough space. Though what I need twenty five acres for I have no clue. It’s not far, guess I could find a bike shop for some wheels.”

Peter, “Well if you’re up for renting I know a few of the younger guys had said they were finding trouble locating rentals.”

“Sure, long as they don’t eat the pipes and such,” making him chuckle as you let out a weak giggle, “We could have a sort of Tolkien campground out here.”

Peter, “Exactly, nice and private and we could send out vans for you all to make it easier. I’ll make some calls. I know Ian and Sean would love the peace and views especially.”

Fran gave you a smile as you led the way into the largest cottage to bring in the food to fill the fridge and cabinets in the cozily furnished home in which Peter set down your bag and his wife said, “Now, tomorrow at seven sharp we’ll take you in for all the molds and final measurements and we can get you started on the weapons and movement training.”

Peter, “No worries our other size doubles are here early as well.”

And that was it, you were in new Zealand. Cocoa in hand you welcomed your first sunset and tried to sleep on your chosen bed, the second largest, as the room with two King beds pushed together clearly was your dad’s. You had your own bathroom and somehow the texts and emails off to friends and family had calmed you down enough to sleep.

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Molds were first, with hair braided back your whole face was coated in blue goop you tried to remain as un giggly as possible until it was peeled off. Face, neck, ears, hands and even your feet were molded with every inch measured easing the varied sketches of the fifty possible characters you could play in varied locations to be joined by a great number of the crew when casting extras had run thin for certain locations. Sweats and a tank top were your go to with new converse nearly worn through by your second week of physical training where everyone could see just how toned you had made certain to build yourself up to ensuring you could survive the filming.

Straight from the airport exhausted actors in vans were unloaded for their tours while you worked with a few of the stunt doubles on a complicated fight scene in varied actor’s places. Eyes landed on you and familiar low chuckles had your final sword swing planting faked into the chest of a goblin before your head turned from the chuckling stunt actor and you smirked in your stroll over to Ian already walking out to greet you. A tight hug later and one by one each actor beginning with the Hobbits were introduced to you noting your spreading grin, with Elijah being he widest.

Peter, “And for Frodo, Elijah Wood. I take it you’re a fan?”

In a giggle at his weak chuckle looking you over you replied, “Oh I have a friend that will die hearing I get to work with you.” Subtle squeaks came out in introducing Sean, David and Hugo. John gave you a nod of his head, clearly uninformed of your role just yet and at the wide eyed brunette beside him you said, “Hey Orlando,”

Peter, “You know each other?”

“Oh ya, year or so now,” you looked to Orlando again, “Let me guess, Legolas?”

After clearing his throat he nodded, “Yes,”

Curiously between you Stuart Townsend looked you over in his own introduction as Aragorn before he asked, “So, who are you playing?”

Peter laughed saying, “Haven’t named all her roles yet, for now, it’s a surprise.” Making you giggle again and head back to rehearsals.

Changed into workout clothes the men started on their own movement courses while you continued with Peter and the stunt men finalizing the fight scenes to train the men on later the guys kept stealing glimpses of. Lunch however freed you up for a chance to possibly meet with John again only to turn around and grin seeing Orlando with another quick grin. “Hi,”

Giggling you replied, “Hi.”

“Listen, I, um, meant to call…”

With a nod you teased, “You mean after we made out in the theater for hours and you promised you would?” at his nip at his lip you nudged his arm, “Hey, water under the bridge. You’ll be seeing a lot me, near daily I bet, I would love to be friends. Certainly would help things.”

“Yes it would.” Anxiously he wet his lips, “So who are you playing?”

Widening your grin you said, “You’re just going to have to wait and see there pointy eared princeling.” Winking at him in your path around him making his eyes narrow a moment in watching you trot over to John beside Peter, the pair of whom were already talking about you. That was the beginning of a timid friendship, to your charms he certainly had fallen with Ian and Peter smoothing the way and by dinner at your home the guys all excitedly inspected and accepted a suite at you had all gathered around the fire pit Peter helped to teach you how to use it and the outdoor kitchen properly. That first dinner began it all and friendships started to brew up with the puzzling female in their midst making all but the amused John wonder just what role in the testosterone packed film could be taking.

All the same the men in archery, swordsmanship and movement came between your cherished horseback lessons enabling you to bond with the steeds you would be working with through the films. The more you got into training camp it became obvious something wasn’t fitting, as talented as he was the actor for Aragorn had to be older. A few minor traveling scenes had been filmed with no dialog at all and the 87 year old future King had to be recast. Visiting Peter on your day off you were privy to the table of headshots and resumes, a single ‘ooh’ from you and with a smirk Peter and Fran felt their own personal preference confirmed and the calls were made.

Within two days the new hire was on the ground and curiously looking you over beside Peter and Fran when you went to pick him up from the airport. An excited ‘hi’ later and he was wrangled up as you had been and invited to the dinner that night at your campground for the cast he loved at once. Ample space for himself and his son when he could be brought out for a visit while being close to the main cast. Still he was curious why you were in your own house alone until Fran had mentioned your dad was coming to film as well in a couple weeks.

Instantly in your aiding him through catching up on the history and any physical training he would need freshening up on a solid bond was formed and by the third day he had fully taken you on as a baby sister assigning himself to look after you until your dad got there. But nothing was funnier than hearing how you and Orlando had known one another explaining why he was still so awkward around you.

Though the final week of training camp when you should have been getting word from your dad on his arrival your stomach couldn’t seem to unclench and an odd day of silence from you came after headlines of an oil rig hit by a terrible storm. Again you had to take a moment off in the hall to calm yourself down after another hour had passed without word. Silently Peter kept hold of your phone you didn’t want to leave alone allowing you to pull yourself together, glad you weren’t alone but still hating that you had refused to take the day off at the news. His eyes rose when Viggo slipped away from a stunt rehearsal to ask, “Something’s wrong with Jaqi?”

Inhaling sharply the Director answered lowly, “That oil rig on the news,” Viggo nodded with curiously furrowed brows, “Her dad was on it.” He lifted her phone, “Hopefully he’ll send word soon they got out safe. Swears she just needs a moment. I tried to get her to stay home.”

Viggo, “She’s certain it’s his rig?” Peter nodded and nipping at his lip the actor went back to his scene seeing you inhaling sharply in a trot back up onto the cushioned platform the guys were on, only now having a hint that you would be doubling for John at your ax you had been rehearsing with for the past few days. Pink eyed you nodded to the stunt men readying to go again lulling the men back to regretful silence wondering what was going on until two hours later at lunch your phone rang and Peter called you over taking you into a side room.

Against the wall you slid down in tears talking to your uncle who had spent the night having your dad flown out to Texas to be seen at a hospital there. Still in scans to see what was wrong with his burned and swollen arm he swore he would call again before he would head back to their house to pack the rest of his things from the house there added to his bags he had loaded onto the escape ships when the rig caught fire to fly out to you. Information through Fran was traded to confirm the flight number and times before you were given the phone to sniffle your way through hearing your dad fresh back from a scan saying he had a minor arm sprain he had to be given a brace for and mild burns on his arm. Fully able and willing to just get to you after his days of hell in the middle of the ocean. Tightly in Peter’s arms you were held until you calmed fully and wiped your cheeks to join the others for lunch where the reason for your tears had bubbled out leaving all the men eager to spread the love and eagerness to welcome your dad as well.

Pt 20

[myheartofmusic]

You’ll Be In My Heart

*gestures wildly* I wrote a thing and @saltnhalo kicked my ass into finishing it.

It was a gloomy Tuesday when Castiel met Dean Winchester. The clouds were angry, and so was his mother. It seemed that the morning wasn’t the best time to play hide and seek with her. She still kissed him goodbye though, still told him that she loved him.

“I lub you too,” Castiel had said, clutching his stuffed bumblebee as he watched his mother close the door softly behind her. She blew him a kiss through the window, and Castiel threw his hand up in the air to catch it. A joyous smile lit his face as he brought his chubby little fist to his chest, where his heart lay underneath.

“Bye Mommy!” he said happily, slapping his hand to his mouth and energetically exclaiming “mwah!” as he flung his arm into the air, stumbling slightly to keep his balance. Hael Novak bore a look of concentration, tongue sticking out and wings fluttering as she caught the imaginary kiss in midair, cupping it gently and bringing it over her own heart. Castiel giggled at the funny look on his mommy’s face before he waved enthusiastically. Hael waved back, then walked out of view of the door’s window.

“Come Castiel, let’s get you settled in,” said Miss Missouri, gently relieving Castiel of his bumblebee backpack, his wings flexing at the freedom. It wasn’t long before Castiel was thoroughly entertained by the mega bloks, building little bees and little dinosaurs. He was so preoccupied that he almost missed the door opening and seeing the two unfamiliar people entering the room.

One was a grown up, his hair dark and his face unshaven, rumpled flannel and untied combat boots suggesting he rushed to get here. The other, though, was a young boy with sandy blond hair and big green eyes. He looked around the room nervously as he held his blue and white blanky close to his chest, his other hand clutching his father’s jeans.

Castiel’s wings fluttered in curiosity, watching closely as Miss Missouri knelt down to talk to the boy, who didn’t seem to talk back. The man said something to Miss Missouri, and her face changed from soft and kind to deeply sad. She spoke to the boy softly and gently rubbed her thumb across his small hand. The boy seemed to hesitate before nodding and trading his grasp from his father’s jeans to the soft hand of Miss Missouri. She smiled kindly to him as his father ruffled his hair, grunting a farewell before he made his way out of the room. The boy watched his father go, not a sound escaping him.

Miss Missouri guided him over to the tubs, where everyone’s backpacks stayed until their parents picked them up. She gently took the backpack off the boy, Castiel taking notice that he had no wings. If he did have wings, Castiel thought, they’d be very pretty. As Miss Missouri stowed away the boy’s bag, Castiel got to his feet, holding mega bloks in both hands as he ran over in excitement.

“I’mCastieldoyouwannaplay?” Castiel said, thrusting one of his hands out to offer the mega blok to the boy. He stared wide eyed at Castiel before dropping his gaze to the mega blok sitting on his palm.

“Very thoughtful, Castiel! Dean, would you like to play mega bloks with Castiel?” Miss Missouri asked, rubbing his back comfortingly. Dean looked to Miss Missouri before looking back down at Castiel’s offering. He hesitantly reached out, picking up the mega blok and meeting Castiel’s eyes. He nodded, a small hint of a smile tugging at his lips. Castiel beamed, grasping Dean’s wrist and guiding him over to the mega blok playstation.

For the rest of the day, the two boys were nearly inseparable. Dean didn’t speak, but Castiel didn’t mind. They were off in their own world, playing and giggling to their hearts content. Dean left before Castiel, and they waved enthusiastically at each other before the door separated them.

That night, Castiel talked all about his new friend to his family. Michael and Anna didn’t have much interest, but his mother listened intently. Castiel’s other mother, Naomi Novak, arrived home just in time for Castiel to tell her all about Dean before bed time. She listened with rapt attention as Castiel told her about the sandcastles he’d built with Dean, the best he’d ever made.

Wednesday came and went, the boys attached at the hip all day long. Castiel did most of the talking, but that was okay with him. They spent the afternoon communicating through pictures; drawing the things they liked and their favourite toys. They had a lot in common, and Castiel found he really enjoyed drawing with Dean.

Thursday morning arrived, and Castiel was thrilled to see Dean already in the room and playing with the mega bloks. “Mommy!” Castiel gasped, “Mommy! Mommy! Dean’s here! You hab to see Dean! Let me show you Dean!” He clutched his mother’s hand as he dragged her over.

“Okay! Okay!” Hael laughed, “calm down, baby, no need to rush.”

Dean raised his head at the commotion and immediately smiled at the sight of Castiel. He quickly got up to meet Castiel half way, holding out his hand to give him a mega blok. Dean had saved it for him, his favourite mega blok.

“Thanks!” Castiel said, relinquishing his mother’s hand in favour of taking the offering. “This is my mommy,” he said, gesturing to the adult standing beside him. Dean smiled up at her, waving.

“Hello, Dean. It’s very nice to meet you,” she said, kneeling down in front of him. Dean smiled wider and waved again.

“He doesn’t like to talk, Mommy,” Castiel said, and she nodded in understanding.

“That’s okay, there are lots of other ways to talk,” she said, “we can figure that out later. I’ve got to go now, baby, so I’ll see you at the end of the day, okay?”

Castiel nodded, throwing his arms around his mother’s neck. “I lub you, Mommy.”

“I love you too, baby. Be good for Miss Missouri.” Hael gave Castiel a kiss on the cheek, which quickly turned into a raspberry. Castiel squealed, his laughter filling the entire room.

“You’re silly, Mommy.”

“Very silly,” Hael giggled, “bye baby.”

“Bye Mommy!” Castiel said, waving at her enthusiastically as she left the room, always closing the door softly behind her. Castiel turned back to Dean, only to find his smile replaced by sadness. Castiel frowned—he was about to ask what was wrong but was interrupted by Miss Missouri.

“How about we put your bag away, Castiel?” she said, guiding him towards the tubs. Castiel looked back at Dean, finding him looking at the floor, a frown on his face. Castiel grew concerned, upset that his friend was upset. After they stowed Castiel’s bag away, he walked back over to Dean, wanting to cheer him up.

“Are you okay?” Castiel asked, trying to make eye contact with Dean.

Castiel managed to see only a glimpse of Dean’s angry face before he was being shoved, falling hard on his backside, the mega blok falling out of his hand and forgotten on the floor. Castiel looked up at Dean in shock, trying to grasp what had just happened as he stared at Dean. His vision began to blur, and before he knew it, he was crying. Regret began to seep into Dean’s expression when the first tear fell.

“Castiel! Are you okay?” asked Miss Missouri, rushing over to help Castiel to his feet. She rubbed his back as Castiel sniffled, nodding at the floor.

“Dean, we need to have a talk, okay?” she said, taking Dean’s hand and gently walking him a couple metres away. Castiel stayed looking at the ground, wiping the tears from his face. He pondered Dean’s reasons for being so angry; was it something Castiel said? Did he not like his mother after all? And why was he sad?

It wasn’t long before Miss Missouri was back with Dean, her hands on his shoulders and his expression holding deep regret and sadness.

“Castiel, Dean’s very sorry that he pushed you, and he won’t do it again.” She turned to Dean. “That’s right, isn’t it, Dean?”

Dean nodded quickly and surely, upset at his rash actions. Castiel looked up at Dean, already having forgiven him, simply worried for his friend. “That’s okay,” Castiel said. Miss Missouri gave Dean a gentle pat on the shoulder before moving across the room.

Dean and Castiel stood awkwardly in front of each other. Their feet shuffled on the floor before Castiel heard Dean talk for the first time.

“My mommy’s in Heaven,” he whispered. Castiel looked up in shock, eyes wide. He began to grow sad as he realised what that meant. Dean’s bottom lip wobbled as he spoke again. “I don’t have a mommy anymore.”

Castiel didn’t hesitate as he saw Dean’s tears begin to fall, walking forward to wrap his arms around Dean. Castiel’s hug was returned by Dean as he began to sob, his head resting on Castiel’s shoulder.

Cas was struck with a pang of sadness as he realised how much Dean must have missed his own mother after meeting Castiel’s. He tried to think of a world without one of his moms, and quickly deemed it unfathomable. Castiel felt tears build in his own eyes, holding Dean close as his wings unfurled to wrap around the both of them, wanting to protect Dean in every way he knew how. Dean cried into Castiel’s shoulder, his little arms clinging to Castiel, taking the comfort his friend was giving him.

Miss Missouri kept a close eye on the two boys over the day. Dean was emotionally charged, but Castiel was nothing short of perfect in looking after his friend. Dean began to grow sad again at nap time, but Castiel was there with open arms, open wings, and an open heart. Missouri couldn’t miss the opportunity to take a quick photo of them as they slept; their arms loosely wrapped around each other, Dean hidden underneath Castiel’s wings as they both snored lightly.

It began an unspoken tradition for both of them. From then on, their naps were spent next to each other, enclosed by Castiel’s wings. From then on, Dean spoke to Cas every day. From then on, their bond was unbreakable.

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