“Are you holding my feet hostage?”
“That depends,” Shanks said, giving Buggy an unreadable look. “Are you leaving without saying goodbye?”
Oh, this guy. On his own ship, surrounded on all sides by his most trusted officers, and still managing to look like some kind of miserable wet cat, terrified of being abandoned.
and so shanks and buggy return to their status quo: buggy shouting, shanks amused. i really cannot overstate how much i adore @midydoof’s art, y’all. the dreamy watercolors, the facial expressions… every piece, every time, a delight. i hope you are all as appreciative as i am.
for any new readers: this is part eight of eight (yes, we’ve reached the end!) of the long, post-marineford part of this shanks/buggy series! this part is about forty-six hundred words and brings us to the end of our story, with shanks and buggy going their separate ways—for now.
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Zuko: here, I got this for you
*drops ice cream on Sokka’s shirt*
Sokka: nice, ice cream *lifts shirt, eats it off his shirt*
Zuko: *stares at Sokka’s abs*
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Final stretch! 25 please!!
"Why do you guys all look so different?" Frankie asks, hands on her hips as she stares at the family photo.
Cody shrugs. "That's just how siblings look."
"No," Frankie says, crossing her arms. "It's not. Siblings look like each other. Siblings don't each have a different eye color!"
"That's-" Cody's shoulders rise to his ears. He feels oddly defensive about this, but his siblings are all his siblings! "That doesn't make us not siblings!"
"That's not what I'm saying," Frankie says gently, and her hands go back on her hips. "I'm saying I think at least three of you are adopted."
"I'm not adopted," Cody snaps.
"I think you're the only one who isn't," Frankie replies, cool and calm despite Cody's aggression. "Remember that time you got turned into an adult? You looked exactly like him! Everyone else, though..." she trails off with an abstract gesture of her hands, and Cody takes a second to consider her point.
She's... she's kind of right. He really looks nothing like his siblings. None of them even have blond hair!
Cody taps his fingers together. "You might have a point," he concedes. "I'll ask my dad."
"Good." Frankie grins and punches his shoulder. "Make sure to tell me what he says, okay?"
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"Is Kade adopted?"
"Am I what?"
Cody decides to pop the question at dinner, just in case his dad tries to dodge it. After a little more talking with Frankie, they'd decided the best way to frame it would be to ask if Kade's adopted, what with the flaming red hair and all.
Graham briefly chokes on his food and Dani starts laughing, but Dad puts his fork down and sighs.
"Oh, I figured this would come up eventually," he mutters, while Kade is spluttering. Dad slaps Graham on the back, who's hacking up a lung now.
"I'm not adopted," Kade finally settles on, seeming more offended than anything. "Dad, tell him I'm not adopted."
"None of you are adopted," Dad assures him, then addresses the table. "But even if you were, that wouldn't make you any less of a part of this family."
"Then why do we all look so different?" Cody asks.
"Well..." his dad taps the tips of his fingers together. "You all have different moms."
"Knew it," Graham mutters, but Dani's jaw nearly hits the floor.
"Really?" she asks, then starts rapidly pointing between her and Kade. "We don't-?"
"No." Dad sighs heavily. "But you're all my kids."
"Now that that's out of the way," Kade says loudly, dropping his chin into his hand, "I've been meaning to ask this for ages. Are there any more of us?"
"No!" Dad snaps, clearly offended. "My own children think so little of me," he drawls, actual annoyance melting into a teasing tone. "Do you really think your own father a-" he stops suddenly, gaze drifting to Cody. "A- uh... would I lie to you?"
"Yes!" Dani pipes up, crossing her arms. "I thought Kade and I were full-blooded siblings this whole time and you never bothered to correct me?"
Dad shrugs. "You never asked. I didn't want to upset you. Which I clearly have."
Dani splutters again, then sinks back into her seat, muttering.
"I've always had a hunch," Graham says, voice still a little hoarse. "Like, look at us. There's no way."
"I do find it funny, sort of," Dad hums, picking up his fork again. "All these kids and only one of you ended up looking like me. Although," he says, nodding towards Kade, "to this day, I still have no idea where that hair of yours came from."
"Maybe you are adopted," Dani teases, and Kade kicks her chair out from under her.
Cody settles back into this chair and goes back to eating while his siblings argue.
It feels nice to know that even though he knows the truth now, nothing's really changed at all.
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