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twicearoundthesun · 2 years

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leo ! does dubu have nightmares of her parents abusing her in roommates au? and how does chaeyoung help her? few thank you!! and have a great day ahead !!1

Combining this with your request for Roommates AU + prompt 14, "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."

tw: panic attack, which i supposed would be due to underlying ptsd. implied past abuse

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Chaeyoung was launched into consciousness by a sudden weight on her chest. She woke abruptly, her pleasant dream suddenly interrupted by visions of being pushed deep underwater. Then a tail swiped across her face, and she realized it was only their boundary-lacking fat cat deciding not to sleep with Dahyun for once.

“Georgie,” she mumbled. “Go back to bed.”

She nudged the cat off, but he dropped to the floor and crawled under the bed instead. She heard shuffling from the bed next to her and sat up. She rubbed her eyes. Was it morning? She reached for her phone – no, it was three a.m. She’d been asleep for two hours.

The moving quieted for a second. Then, a whimper. Dahyun’s feet kicked abruptly under the covers.

“Hey.. Dubs.” When there was no answer, she rolled out of bed and stood above the older girl.

Chaeyoung frowned. In the dim light, Dahyun looked almost pained. Her breathing was erratic and from her mouth, her muscles were tense, and there was sweat dripping off her forehead.

“Dahyun.” She said louder, placing a hand on her shoulder.

The reaction was immediate, and Chaeyoung wanted to kick herself for acting without thinking. Dahyun woke with a gasp, a hand clamping onto Chaeyoung’s arm. She sat up, slid herself towards the headboard, and drew her knees up to her chest so fast it was nearly one motion.

“Dubs, it’s me. Just me.” Chaeyoung whispered softly, arm still in Dahyun’s iron grip. Dahyuns eyes searched the room wildly, avoiding hers. She was beginning to hyperventilate. “Slow breaths. You’re safe, you’re with me.”

“I can’t- No, not- please-” She squeezed her eyes shut. Her nails were digging into Chaeyoung’s forearm, but she couldn’t really blame her for that. It’d been so long since she had such a vivid nightmare, Chaeyoung hadn’t even thought before reaching out to touch her. “No, no.”

“Just me, Dahyun, it’s Chaeyoung. We’re in our room in our apartment, we’re alone. It was a dream, you’re safe- Dahyun, hey, eyes open.” The girl shook her head.

“They’ll hate- they-” She choked, and a sob followed.

“Dahyun. Listen, Dubs, It’s Chaeyoung.” She tried, but Dahyun couldn’t hear her. “Can you open your eyes for me?”

There were a few painful minutes – maybe five long minutes, if Chaeyoung had to guess – where Dahyun didn’t react to anything outside of her head. All she could do was keep calm and keep talking in a soft voice, ignoring the circulation being cut off in her wrist and hoping Dahyun didn’t work herself up enough to be sick as she whispered incoherent, terrified mantras to herself.

The cries were getting weaker by the time Dahyun finally opened an eye to look at Chaeyoung. Less abject terror and more broken sadness. The panic attack was slowing.

It wasn’t an unfamiliar sight, the far-away gaze in her eyes, face red from crying, messy hair from covering her head. But it still broke her a little bit every time.

“Hey.” She slowly brought up her free hand to wipe a tear– at first the girl flinched, but she allowed her to place a hand on her cheek. She gently tilted Dahyun’s head to face her, rubbing her thumb lightly over her cheekbone. The grip on her arm loosened. “Just me.” She said, softer. She brushed some hair out of her face.

Dahyun finally seemed to see her, to consciously process she was there. Chaeyoung watched as the remaining fear in her eyes was replaced by something else.

“Chaeng.” Dahyun whimpered, voice barely there. Chaeyoung took it as the green light to pull her into a tight hug; she was fully awake now, not in that half-gone state that scared her so much. Dahyun was still breathing like she’d run a marathon, and shaking like a leaf, but was at least out of her head enough to acknowledge her presence. She buried her face in Chaeyoung’s shoulder, and in turn Chaeyoung put a hand on the back of her head.

“Just a bad dream, Dubs. You’re safe. You’re here. With me.” She brushed her hair back with her fingers. Dahyun’s shaking hands gripped onto her shirt. “Just a dream.”

“J-Just a dream.” She felt the girl nod, still shaky but already starting to calm herself down. “Scared.”

Chaeyoung slowly rocked them side to side.

“Nothing to be scared of. We’re in our apartment.” Chaeyoung said softly. “We’re okay. You’re an adult, Dahyun, you have people who love you and you have resources. You never have to feel that powerless again. You’re safe.”

Dahyun nodded, face still hidden.

“I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. I will never let anyone hurt you again, okay? You’re safe, with me, I love you, I’ll keep you safe, always.”

That seemed to help more than all the rest; her shoulders un-tensed a little.

Chaeyoung was no stranger to Dahyun’s panic attacks, and she could tell the worst of it was over. She was coming down from the adrenaline, shaking and probably a little nauseous. She’d be exhausted, but as long as Chaeyoung kept her focused on the present she’d pull out of the haze and she’d sleep for the next half a day. She made a mental note to email both of their bosses when she woke up; it’d been a while since she’d had an episode this bad and Chaeyoung was going to be there to help her through tomorrow, when she’d still be exhausted and a little scared.

She rocked them back and forth until Dahyun’s eyes drooped closed, and then lay back with her in the twin bed.

#oops this is sorta intense #dahyun #chaeyoung #dubchaeng #twice fic #twice au #roommates au #hannieehaeee #request #thank u!

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saga-project · 8 months

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They'd asked him to spar. And Saga really should have said no. Should have just walked away, with the excuse that he needed to work on garden planning or security measures for the lair or a million other projects that he felt like attending to. But Mikey had sent those goddamned sad puppy eyes in his direction, like the manipulative little shit that he was, and, well---he couldn't very well say no to Mikey. It was just his baby brother. He could surely tell the difference between a friendly spar and a death match in the Nexus. It would be fine. It would all be fine.

And it had. For a time. He'd been confident enough to cockily grin as he kept dodging around Mikey's attacks, twirling his scythe around--setting it so that it would only give a light electric tingle whenever it touched Mikey, causing his baby brother to let out giggling yelps--and feinting once or twice before hitting him with the staff end as gently as he possibly could. "You're fast, Mikey! But not fast enough."

"Oh yeah? Fast this!" Mikey was coming towards him then, spinning his nunchakus, and Saga ducked into a crouch and swept one leg out to knock the box turtle off balance before he could even consciously think about the move, instinctively moving to---

--to.

--to pin his opponent.

.....someone was talking to him. But it sounded like it was underwater, and Saga Cain Saga shook his head to try and clear it, whining under his breath. Why did it sound like that. He wasn't....the fight was. Over. Wasn't it? Someone was pinned underneath them. They knew that much. Was this someone telling them to finish the fight?

Very good, Cain. Now finish it.

He spun, hissing under his breath as Rakshan's voice came to his ears. No. No. Rakshan wasn't here. He wasn't. Hadn't they....was. Was he back in the Nexus? He could have sworn he heard several voices, talking to him. Shouting, maybe. Were they the cheers of the crowd? Were they--

"No. I won't do it. You can't make me. The…the dumb-dumb fight’s over! I won! I did what you asked. You got your stupid show. I’m not killing someone who’s already…."

It didn't feel like he was saying the words, somehow. They seemed detached from him, floating, and all he knew was that someone was pinned under him and--

Fine. Don’t do as you’re told. I’m sure one of your brothers would be much more accommodating.

“Screw you. Don’t you dare touch my brothers. You can’t make me hurt them-” Why did their face feel wet. Had they injured themselves, during the match? That wasn't right. Their opponent hadn't been able to get a hit in. At least they thought--

Everything was too loud. Too loud. Why was everything so loud. Was this a punishment for their failing? Would it go away if they just did as they were told? Saga whined, tears trickling down from their good eye as they trembled like a leaf, feeling like they were coming apart at the atomic level. Like they'd unravel and be nothing but gossamer thread, floating away in the wind. If they finished it, if they did as they were told, the hurt would end. It would end, wouldn't it?

They lifted their bo, twisting it to make the blade attachment come out, feeling more than hearing the ragged sob tear its way out of their throat. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll make it quick, I'm sorry I'm sorry--"

Hands were on theirs, then, wrenching them backwards and taking the staff from their hands, and they screamed and writhed and bit, clawing at whatever was holding them because no, no, they had to complete their mission, they had to do this, they had to or Red and Blue and Orange would be hurt and---

And then recognition came back to Saga, in one startling, white-hot rush. He wasn't there. He wasn't in the arena.

He wasn't a scared ten year old in his first Nexus match. He was home. He was with his family.

....oh god.

He was with his family.

He'd just tried to put a knife through Mikey's skull.

He'd tried to hurt Mikey. And now they would know. They'd know what a monster he was--

Saga couldn't hear their words, then. They sounded like they were coming from underwater as he stood there, wide-eyed, shuddering so hard he thought he was going to come apart. He could feel the shrieking, sobbing wails coming from his throat but he couldn't hear them, and--

He did the only thing he could do, in that moment. He turned. And he ran, like a bat out of hell, not even caring where he was going as long as it was out of the lair. And all the while, the dark thoughts that he'd thought were buried came screeching back into the forefront of his mind, laughing and laughing and laughing.

JINX! JINX! ALL YOUR FAULT ALL YOUR FAULT AHAHAHAHA YOU RUIN EVERYTHING RUIN EVERYTHING--

#rottmnt rp #sep!donnie #roleplay blog #(no replies please!)

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2-cute-4-school · 4 years

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NCT Dream reaction : another member scares you

Tw : near drowning scare, lots of bugs??

Mark Lee

donghyuck loves teasing mark

you’re mark’s s/o

results : donghyuck loves bullying you

congrats you get a free pass to cry with me cuz donghyuck is ruthless

but you learnt to live with it so it’s okay most of the time

until his friendly teasing involved a quite deep pool and your unprepared form being swung violently into it

so when you submerged underwater and didn’t come back up, mark forgot everything else and dove head first into the pool

his spiderman senses kicked in thank god

donghyuck saw his life flash before his eyes ⊙△⊙

when mark dragged you to the surface and hoisted you out of the water with donghyuck’s help, you took your sweet time before coughing violently

you gotta suck the life out of that dramatic effect ya know

mark coddled you the entire day, embracing your trembling form and keeping hyuck away despite his attempts to apologize to you :<

this man would spend an entire lifetime just taking care of you and smothering you with no complaints i swear cause you became like the centre of the universe for him ಥ_ಥ

writing music? thinks of you ; eating watermelon? y/n would like it ; showering? we could have some fun

but once he tucked you safely into bed and made sure you comfortably fell asleep after a scare that shortened both your lives by 10 years

WWIII commenced （ノ♯��△´）ノ~’┻━┻

markhyuck summer fight pt.2

Huang Renjun

there’s ONE(1) thing you and renjun totally agree on

scary movies can suck your di- └( ͡° ︿ °͡ )┘

but the other devil spawns ( read dreamies ) decided you deserve suffering their enjoyment blame them

so you’re settled on the couch between china line with renjun trying to keep his macho man facade give up jun we know you’re babie (♥ω♥*)

but still feeling you tremble like a leaf beside him melted his lil heart :((((

so he kept a hand on your knee the entire time, rubbing random patterns on your leg in an attempt to soothe your nerves

the atmosphere became so tense, any hint of conversation dying once everyone was immersed in the movies, an eerie silence enveloping you

but when dear angel chenle decided to shriek in your ears and dig his fingers in you sides let me tell you gals

you jumped out of your skin

and spoiler alert : didn’t land back on the couch

cue dolphin noises

but when you looked up at renjun, a deep pout settled on your lips and glassy puppy eyes ( つ᷄.̯σ̣̥᷅ ) he saw red before his eyes

“YAH ZHONG CHENLE YOU WANTED SCARY MOVIES?!? I’LL GIVE YOU A SCARE ENOUGH FOR YOUR ENTIRE LIFE, YOU RASCAL !!!1!1!!”

no one dares to scare/hurt his baby and escapes unharmed no exceptions sorry

after he taught chenle the lesson of his life, it’s cuddle time!!! (۶* ‘ꆚ’)۶”

he spoons you protectively and smothers you in a TON of kithes until he’s content with hearing your giggles :>

Lee Jeno

you made it your personal mission to find a way to eradicate all bugs

no cap

and jeno just nodded along to your endless rambling about your strong dislike towards them

let’s be honest here, he was internally gushing at your cuteness like your biggest supporter (　◠ ◡ ◠　)

so when renjun dangerously nears you without a common garden bug he found during your picnic with the dreamies in between his fingers and sticks it in your face with the hugest shit eating grin (ര̀ᴗര́)و ̑̑

you let out the loudest screech and scramble to throw yourself in jeno’s arm who acted like your comfort blanket by now i’m so soft for jeno can you tell????

and he just 「(°ヘ°)

‘my baby?? scared?? the nerve of some people?? gotta!!!show!!them!!no one!!!NO ONE!!!messes with my baby!!!’ (｀Д´)

so he just pats you head lovingly and rubs your back until you calm down enough to let go of him

and then he leaves the cutest *smooch* on your forehead and gets up

he walks calmly towards renjun who was pretending to occupy himself with smoothing down a blanket and just...cracks his knuckles kaneki style

jeno just grabs the biggest bug he was able to find and grips the hem of renjun’s sweats harshly

wanna know what this gangsta beach does?? he frickin throws the bug down poor renjun’s pants

and then just leaves his unfortunate victim thrashing and shrieking for his life and retreats back in your arms like the terrifying baby he is

don’t mistake his softness for you as weakness!!1! he becomes ruthless when it comes to you :<

Lee Donghyuck

he’s already ruthless enough

so please PLEASE for the love of God don’t give him a reason to become even more of a devil spawn

but poor jisung didn’t get the gist bless his pure soul 🐣

you weren’t even that scared when you opened your phone to an remarkably ugly image of a cockroach (basically the same prank that was done to fetus jisung some time ago)

but you still let out a shriek loud enough to alert haechan

and while haechan seemed silent while he smothered you, his mind was going highwire which is NEVER good (￣ェ￣;)

*time skip to the next day*

3 times

3 TIMES DID JISUNG SEE HIS LIFE FLASH BEFORE HIS EYES IN A SINGLE DAMNED DAY and he’s never been the same since

so when he barges in the living room where sweet innocent hyuck is seated on the couch with you cradled in his lap while feeding both you and himself and watching netflix

jisung has a fit it was damn time baby chick

“you put cockroaches in the shower, in my cup AND on my pillow, do you want me to die young??!!?”

“they’re fake tho”

“I DIDN’T KNOW THAT WHEN I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK” ⊙﹏☉

eventually jisung retreated to put some shoes on and leave the dorm for a breath of fresh air after the near-death experience he encountered

“i feel bad for him” you took pity on the kid alright

“don’t worry your pretty head”

and he just kithes the heck out of you and automatically deleted all your worries once immersed in his sweet lips who could resist him tho

until another scream echoes

“IN MY SHOES TOO?!? YOU KNOW WHAT, I MIGHT JUST MOVE OUT”

Na Jaemin

we all know jaemin enjoys photography

and you’d be a fool to believe his camera roll is not ABSOLUTELY FULL of pictures of you both candid and not

he always insisted he takes photos of things he loves or are beautiful and you’re both and even more ✿♥‿♥✿

that’s how some of your hangouts turn into mini photoshoots whenever jaemin was in the mood

and that’s how you found yourself modeling for jaemin while the other dreamies were lunging around

“i’m frying over here, can you hurry up?”

“not my fault my baby is the prettiest unlike you gremlins, hyuck”

“what’d you say?!!?!?!!” lowkey ready to swing

jaemin doesn’t spare him a second glance, he can only focus on you :>

“hey honey can you climb on that ledge for me?”

he helps you like the gentleman he is to climb the stone ledge, one hand clutching yours and the other gripping your waist softly (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡

so you’re posing, focusing on the camera when you feel a hand tightly clasp over your ankle

and jeez do you scream so loud hyuck was left fried, insulted and deaf

and you can’t even step away from the ledge before jaemin envelops you in his arms and clutches you tightly to his chest

“aigoo aigoo~ my baby it’s okay, nana is here” in the softest voice possible (๑´ω`๑)

he smooths down your hair, petting it affectionately and as he leans down to smooch your forehead he meets eyes with a sheepish jeno who peeks over from behind the ledge

and jaemin just stares him down with that disappointed mom look

and jeno just knows he won’t be getting any dinner tonight

but jaemin’s head is full of you you you did i mention you? so he can only coo at you and smother your entire face in little kithes :<

“you’re the absolute cutest and all mine, my cute baby” *bursting uwus* *fake gagging noises in the background from hyuck*

“so candidate no. 2 without dinner tonight huh?” hyuck: “wait no pls”

Zhong Chenle

power napping is your favorite kind of date with chenle

just curling up against each other wherever you two could fit and spooning or just cuddling or even just holding hands if the weather was too hot

okay but just imagine chenle holding someone’s hand while he sleeps i’m ded just imagining it x.x

so it’s already understood that you’re a sleep lover who isn’t tho

and while you fell asleep, chenle still had to wash the dishes after a meal with the dreamies

jaemin being the affectionate person he is cooed over your cuteness and couldn’t help himself from throwing himself beside you on the bed and jumping on it while screaming your name (basically the same thing he did to chenle :)))) )

but unfortunately you were a quite light sleeper and easily startled when woken up suddenly and not so gently ( ͠° ͟ʖ °͠ )

so you let out a chocked noise that immediately alerted chenle who returned to see you staring at jaemin like a deer caught in headlights

“ah hyung why would you do that? you scared them like that”

chenle whined as he pushed jaemin away who retreated with slumped shoulders and a pout don’t worry jaems we love you

and chenle just slips under the blanket and brings you closer to lay down together and soothes you ༶ඬ༝ඬ༶

and he just embraces you, tangling your legs together and hiding your face in the crook of his neck while he runs his fingers through your hair comfortingly chenle would make the best cuddle buddy no take-backs

“shh it’s alright, just go back to sleep, i’ll stay with you” (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

with chenle’s assurance and tight grip on your body to bring you as close as humanly possible, you fall back asleep as chenle stares fondly at you

and that’s how chenle escaped washing dishes *ha suck it losers*

Park Jisung

jisung blames mark

mark is his oldest hyung and the supposedly most responsible debatable among them

so how could his leader scare you to tears and then dump your shaking figure for him, the baby, to take care of (ノ-_-)ノ ~┻━┻

jisung could only stare at you as he hovered above your curled up form

“y-y/n, come on, there’s nothing to cry about, hyung didn’t mean it”

*mark facepalms* *sm building facepalms* *the white house facepalms*

mark just motions aggressively to jisung to rub your back

and jisung pales as if mark suggested going to a haunted house *sigh* jisung you absolute clueless baby

he SUPER HESITATINGLY pats your back awkwardly, but you only curl up into yourself even more

mark pushes jisung to sit down beside you and prompts him to comfort you properly and jisung gulps

“sooo, how are you feeling?”

*well done jisung take a guess you sharp tool* (－‸ლ)

mark is just boiling with worry you might just dump jisung after his worryingly poor attempt when your small voice cuts through

“can you please hug me, sung?” (●´^｀●)

jisung.exe has shut down please retry in a moment

“s-sure, yeah, just-”

but you just slot yourself in his lap and bury your face in his shoulder

jisung.exe is overwhelmed by your cuteness pls spare him

but he eventually wraps his arms around you too and just rubs up and down, occasionally massaging the nape of your neck gently

“this is actually nice, can we stay like this please?” (⺣◡⺣)♡*

you just tighten your grip on him in response

and jisung rests his head on top of your head to hide his reddening face away but also to hold you even closer because despite his shy demeanor he cherishes you so so much so please have patience with this baby

mark just shakes his head from the doorway with a fond smile knowing that you’re just right for each other (︶ω︶)

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dracoyoflam · 3 years

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TT Chapter 3: Survival Instincts

They were both sitting outside by a small fire that was already burning when they exited the tent. They were holding hands and trying to relax as much as possible considering they had been cursed again somehow. The weather there was nice at least and if things were the same as last time, then they were pretty much safe at the tent. If they didn’t think about it too hard, it almost felt like a little vacation.

Neither of them wanted to break the peaceful silence between them but they had important things to discuss and deal with. This time they knew that there was a real world to get back to.

“I don’t know who is doing this to us, but they were smarter this time.” Hermione said.

“Why do you say that?” He responded.

Hermione shrugged and sighed. “We don’t have our wands this time. If there’s any danger, we are going to have to deal with it like muggles.”

“I noticed that too. I guess they didn’t want us to have an advantage this time.”

He squeezed her hand to try and reassure her that they would be okay.

She squeezed back but she couldn’t help the shiver that ran up her spine.

“What if that’s not the only change? Everything could be different.” Her eyes burned as she held back tears. She didn’t want to cry in front of him.

Draco wrapped his arms around her to warm her and comfort her. He rubbed a hand across her back and placed a small quick kiss on her cheek.

“Whatever it is. We will be okay because we have each other. That is all that matters.” He whispered to her.

As soon as he got the thought out, the world shifted.

It felt like the ground beneath them began to spin and disappear. There was a blinding white light and suddenly they felt each other being ripped out of each other’s arms. They scrambled to hold on, but the force was stronger than they were, especially with them being so surprised at the new turn of events.

“No! Draco!” Hermione screamed as her hand started to pull away from his grip.

“Hermione!! I… can’t… hold… on…” He was holding to her with everything he had but she was still slipping away.

Their hands finally pulled apart and they both went flying in opposite directions. The light was still blinding, and they lost sight of each other. Then just as suddenly as the light had appeared, it disappeared again.

Everything stopped spinning and got darker. Then they both felt themselves land hard in cold water. The light faded completely, and they were left in a dark open abyss of water and nothing in sight.

Hermione was shocked by the cold water and sudden darkness. She could hear waves and smell the salty ocean. She could see a small amount of light reflecting off the water from the half moon hanging high in the sky.

She felt around in the water but all she felt was the dark cold ocean. She couldn’t see or hear Draco anywhere. The thought of being completely alone and stranded in the ocean made her swell up with fear and panic. She could feel herself losing control of her emotions and her body started shivering from the cold.

“Draco!” She yelled as loud as she could.

He had to be there somewhere. They were both in this together. That’s what he had said, and she hoped beyond hope that he was right.

She started screaming again, “Draco! Where are you?!”

She heard water splash off to her left and sobbed despite herself in fear. She was absolutely petrified. In the darkness, she couldn’t see anything, but she heard the water move again.

She wanted Draco there with her so badly but now she was too afraid to yell out again. She didn’t want to catch the attention of whatever was moving around out there.

“Hermione!” she suddenly jolted in the water.

She felt strong hands grab her arm and pull her back. Draco had found her somehow and she could barely see him in the dim light, but she thought he looked scared too.

“Draco.” She cried.

She got as close to him as she could while keeping her head above water. They were both treading water and shivering in the cold. Things went from comfortable and warm to an icy bath from hell in about five minutes. Draco wished so badly that they were back in that warm tent but no matter how much he wished for it, they were trapped there and needed to figure something out quick.

“Hermione. I am so sorry. I tried to hold on. I thought I lost you…”

She could have sworn that she heard him crying but she couldn’t be sure. Their bodies were shaking, and their teeth were chattering. As her eyes adjusted a bit, she thought she could see land not too far from where they were. She could hear waves that sounded like they were hitting shore. She hoped and prayed that she was right because if they swam the wrong way and didn’t get out of this cold water soon… they wouldn’t make it.

“SShhh.” She shushed him gently as she tried to stop crying and ignore her fears.

“It’s not… your fault…” She tried to speak through her chattering teeth.

She pulled gently on his arm and started swimming towards land or what she hoped was land.

“Come on… we have… to get… out of… this water… now.”

He swam up beside her and they swam together in the direction she pulled him in. They swam as calmly as they could to avoid attracting any underwater attentions, but they also swam with determination. The strength it took to swim so far seemed to be keeping them from totally surrendering to the cold, but Hermione could still feel her body shaking violently and her limbs were numb.

It took them a while, but they finally reached the shore. They couldn’t see much and wherever they were didn’t seem to have any inhabitants. All they could see were trees and rocks.

They got themselves out of the water and hugged each other tight. Without speaking, Hermione grabbed his arm and started to walk down the beach.

“Where… are you… going?” He asked through blue shivering lips.

She tripped a couple times, her legs were completely numb, but kept a tight grip on his arm. She seemed very focused and took a minute before she responded.

“We… have to… find shelter… there should… be a cave… or something.”

She was wishing so badly for a wand to use. It would be so easy to fix their situation with a couple quick spells. They would be warmed up and protected but unfortunately, the world had better ideas.

Hermione tripped a couple more times and almost fell. Draco stopped her and pulled her tight against his body.

“Draco… we can’t… stop.” She shivered against him.

He nodded his head. Then he swooped her up into his arms and started walking inland. He never said a word, but she could see the determined look in his eyes.

After they got a few feet in, she was able to make out the shape of a dark cave. Somehow, he saw it when she hadn’t thankfully. Now they just needed to get inside and get warmed up.

Draco kept a brisk pace even though she could feel his legs start to give out a couple times. Their bodies were weak and numb from the cold and it was making them both very clumsy but eventually he reached the opening to the cave and slowly stepped inside.

The moonlight was barely shining inside but it was enough for them to see that it was a very small cave that only went about 20 feet deep. He carried her inside and gently set her down on the ground.

“I’ll… be right… back.” He spoke softly.

Then he turned around and walked out of the cave, but she could hear him moving around outside. She knew he was still close.

The inside of the cave felt considerably warmer than outside in the wind, but she could still feel herself shivering. She started to pull her clothes off. She knew that the best way to warm up was to remove the wet freezing clothes.

Draco was only gone for a few minutes and when he came back, he had managed to pull a bunch of branches and leaves against the opening of the cave to block it off. It was a smart move which would keep the cold air out and trap any warm air in with them.

He walked to the back of the cave where Hermione was waiting for him. She was fully naked, and she had pulled as many leaves as she could onto herself to make a sort of makeshift blanket, but it wasn’t working all that well.

“Take your… clothes off.” She told him.

Shivering and exhausted, he did what she told him without hesitation. He started pulling his cold wet clothes off and set them next to hers. He then slowly laid down next to her on the leaf pile and pulled her against his body.

For the first time, they were naked and not thinking about sex. They both knew that they needed to try and warm each other up with whatever body heat they could muster. They held each other close and covered their bodies with all the leaves they could find… not that it helped all that much.

Draco had his arms wrapped around her body and they were pressed as close together as two people could possibly be. Draco could feel his body warming a little. He had worked to gather the branches to cover the entrance which had started to warm him and then the cave was considerably warmer than he expected it to be by now.

Hermione however didn’t seem to be warming up as quickly as he was. She was still shivering, and she tried to nuzzle her face into the crook of his neck to warm her nose and mouth.

“I feel like I’m dying.” She whispered.

“I’m so cold.”

Draco tried to pull her tighter against him if that was possible.

“Don’t say that. You’re going to be fine, and we will get out of her together.” He whispered back to her.

‘Who knew I would end up being the positive one.’ He thought.

He pulled her hands up to his mouth and started blowing hot air on them. He also pulled all the leaves off his body and put them on her. He covered as much of her as he could with his own body to give her as much of his body heat as he could.

What they really needed right now was a fire but without wands, that could prove a very difficult task. He had no idea how to make one from scratch and she was in no position to be trying even if she knew how to.

He wished in that moment that their roles were reversed and that he was the one who needed her help and not the other way around. He hated to be in that kind of position, but he would trade places with her in a heartbeat.

“Hermione, do you know how to start a fire without wands?” He figured it couldn’t hurt to ask.

She nodded her head against him and started to speak softly. She was barely shivering now, and she thankfully seemed to be warming up, but he knew that a fire would be the most helpful thing for both of them right now.

He listened closely and took in everything she was saying so she wouldn’t have to repeat any of it. Apparently, she did know how or at least in theory.

Thankfully, all the supplies they needed were right there in the cave with them. He slowly pulled away from her and covered her as much as he could with the leaves. Then, he started to gather some twigs and leaves from around the cave.

He made a pile of dry leaves and twigs and it basically looked like a small bird’s nest. He was currently hitting two rocks together to create a spark and thankfully it only took a few tries. A small spark hit the nest and he carefully picked it up and started to gently blow on the small burning area. As he did this, the whole nest started to light up and he quickly but carefully set it back down. He grabbed more leaves and twigs and added them to the flame.

It was actually working; he couldn’t believe it. He broke some pieces of the branches and set them in the fire. It was growing now but he didn’t want it to go out too soon. He made sure he had enough twigs and branches nearby to add more as needed.

The fire wasn’t huge, but it was enough. He helped Hermione move next to it and he got behind her to wrap his arms around her body to help warm her up. She held her hands to the fire to warm them and she felt her body relaxing as she felt less and less cold and more relaxed.

“Good job.” She whispered to him with a small smile.

She was so exhausted now that she could hardly keep her eyes open. Draco kissed her neck and smiled against her. He felt so relieved to feel her body relax, and the shivering stopped completely.

Her lips were back to a pretty pink and she looked relieved to not be shaking anymore. As much as he hated to let her go for even a second, he got up and walked to the entrance of the cave. He moved some of the large branches out of the way and made sure there was enough space to let the smoke from the fire escape. It would be dumb to finally get warm but die from smoke inhalation.

He hurried back to Hermione, and he added a few more small twigs and branches to the fire to keep it going. Then, he sat down and pulled her over to lay on the ground next to him.

They made it. He couldn’t believe that they actually managed to make it through this mess. Finding the cave was pure luck. Thankfully, they were both very smart and had a somewhat clear understanding of basic survival.

‘How the hell do muggles survive anything without magic?’ He thought to himself.

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They slept as much as they could during the night and thankfully the fire kept burning which kept them reasonably warm overall. They laid their clothes out next to the fire before falling asleep in hopes of them drying overnight. The ground was hard, and they didn’t have any of the normal comforts of a bed, like a pillow or blanket. It made for a very restless night.

Draco was awoken by bright sunlight shining through the opening of the cave and hitting him in the face. His entire body ached but otherwise he felt fine and happy to be alive.

He slowly sat up and added a few more twigs to the fire to keep it from burning out completely. He shifted their clothes around so the damper areas were closer to the fire. Thankfully, they were mostly dry and almost ready for them to put back on.

Draco looked down at Hermione sleeping peacefully next to him and he couldn’t help but smile. He could feel his heart beating faster and butterflies swarmed in his belly. He knew that he loved her more than anything.

“You’re staring.” She said softly, startling him slightly from his thoughts.

A small grin spread on her lips.

“Can you blame me?” He responded.

He smirked down at her, and he gently brushed her hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. He softly rubbed her ear and slowly moved his hand down to her cheek. Then, he slowly leaned down and kissed her.

It was soft and quick but filled with feeling. Hermione felt surprised at his loving gestures as she kissed him back.

He sat up and let her go. He went to get up, but she grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. She pulled him down next to her on the ground and they laid facing each other. They were looking in each other’s eyes, sparkling brown meeting stormy gray.

She leaned closer and started kissing him. She moved her body closer until they were pressed tight against each other.

He pulled back a little.

“I wasn’t trying to start anything with that kiss but I’m not complaining.”

She smiled at him and almost giggled out loud at him.

“I know. Now come here.” She whispered back.

Then, she pulled him back into a passionate kiss. They were slowly moving their hands over each other’s bodies and rubbing all the right places. Everything in the world felt right. They were together and in each other’s arms.

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A/N: Sorry it's been so long between chapters. These medical issues and new meds are hitting me a lot harder than anticipated.

I hope that I can get back to a normal posting schedule soon, please be patient and hopefully, the new chapters will be worth the wait.

#trials and tribulations #tt3 #hdthsequel #dramione #romance #fanfiction #sequel #draco malfoy #hermione granger #tt #adventure #survival

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“I’m—I’m fine. I’ve had worse.” for Ziggy and whoever you want

The blood soiled the clothes he'd been wearing for less than two weeks as easy as anyone else. Since he'd been fifteen and drawn into the sentry ranks with almost no choice in the matter other than surrender or death, this was something he'd gotten used to. Waiting forever to get new or barely used clothing, only to have it damaged or ruined just after from his inevitably poor luck. Someone actually being there to care about Ziggy in the aftermath of having been inflicted with pain and injury was an almost entirely new experience, though. * Ziggy had been undergoing a lot of new experiences--same as every last one of the other sentries--since the Ranger Slayer ascended Drakkon's throne and set to work making an effort to make the world better. Though, maybe he had the other sentries beat, just the tiniest bit? Even his closest friends and mentors in their small, cloistered group of those not considered heartless, who actually cared about the people out in the world they were supposed to protect, didn't have a superior officer (a Red Sentry CAPTAIN) that was summoned by the Ranger Slayer herself into the throne room the same day as the transfer of power after all the speeches; that allowed Ziggy to tag along because, "Well, everyone will find out by tomorrow, anyway. You might as well put that motor mouth to good use." Ziggy had been under the wing of a goddamn Coinless spy. A General among the people that had been fighting the good fight since before Ziggy was born; who had been hugged by the last vestiges of Angel Grove's living Rangers (Dillon and Scott had to hold him along his shoulders when Ziggy had told them in the barracks that night, he was bouncing in his bed hard enough with such a big smile that it was like he was two years old again without a basic understanding of social constraints; Summer and Flynn just tried not to look too smug that all of them were getting free meals from their own Captains T.J. and Kelsey over having won a bet they'd all made about their favorite Red Sentry) and took his helmet off in front of Ziggy for the first time to introduce himself, not as Captain Williams, but as Eugene Skullovitch, "Skull for short, though. I think you've earned it, kid." Then Ziggy had been introduced to his Captain's best friend in the whole world (Summer had squeaked and almost shouted that she knew who Ziggy was talking about when he described him, "That was Bulk, Ziggy! THE Bulk!") and gotten the biggest hug in his whole life while being doted on by the vast bear of a man speaking of him in glowing terms that had Ziggy limp as a kitten blushing like mad, "Oh, you're the Ziggy I've heard so much about! Skull talks all about you on the wireless, but I think he might have been joking just a tiny bit when he said you're seventeen. Be honest, you're more like fifteen, right? All this hair and wiry muscle, you have to have been pulling his leg?" "Bulk," the Ranger Slayer, who insisted on being called Kim (jesus-fucking-christ) by anyone Skull called friend (which really just meant trust-worthy or not a complete asshole) among the ranks, had put a stop Bulk's mother henning with a gentle tap on the man's shoulder, "Not everyone is built like we were in the old days. I'm sure he'll get more meat on his bones as things improve." It had been awkward after, Ziggy walking with his Captain back to their rooms to find Ziggy's group of friends and the two other Captains; with all of them just gaping at the man's face like they'd never get the chance again. The days that followed with the rebuilding and the Coinless in the halls and taking care of the general populace that had to be told of the change in power and the defeat of Rita. It was tiring, but Ziggy had gotten to spend ten times as much time with his friends and just...not being an enforcer for Scorpina or Drakkon or the like, that he actually allowed himself to relax into the way things were going. He'd signed up for night classes that some of the Coinless and retiring sentries were teaching. He'd been granted two days a week where he

didn't have to dress in his Black Sentry fatigues, could sleep in, could enjoy himself. Ziggy should have known that not all the new changes were appreciated by everyone. There were sentries, after all, who had been totally okay with the way things were with Scorpina, who were afraid of Drakkon like everyone else, but had been prepared to live their lives entirely by the pathological psychopath's way. There were those that had found Skull's being a spy to be an insult or actual betrayal. Those kinds of people always noticed that they could never address their issues with who they thought was the source of their anger; they never would have confronted Skull, even alone, even on his days off where he went out in leather jackets and jeans and could still beat anyone who bothered him into the ground, no problem. So, Ziggy really shouldn't have been surprised to being decked the one day he'd gone out alone to check out some of the new apartments and prefabs he and his...friends? Could they really be called just that when they all kissed and touched more than any other groups Ziggy had ever seen?...were thinking of moving into since the barracks had become a little too impersonal to them. And, maybe, he was less surprised about the beating, than he was about how many people were doing it in tandem, with such efficiency as to render him unconscious within the first five minutes. * Yeah... Ziggy was more surprised to wake up, not in some filthy alley that had once been a desolate place to have battles with the walking corpses Rita Repulsa had walking around taking out everyone they could, but on a couch that could almost pass as new. His wiry frame tucked into blankets like some precious thing, head on a pillow that was so fucking soft it was unreal, the smell of the place a familiar comfort without knowing just where he was... The pain of his arm being swabbed with medical ointment. "OW OW OW!" "Ah, calm down you big baby," Skull practically grumbled like a much put-upon old dog answering the whines of a puppy that had stepped in a puddle and scared itself, "It hurts because it's working. This is actually good medicine and not that watered down crap the medics try and conserve." "How would you know that," Ziggy questioned with as much fizzy sass he could muster with a handprint around his neck, one eye changing color around the edges from the sucker punch that laid him out, countless cuts and scrapes, and a possible concussion that Dillon was gonna be pissed about when he arrived at Skull's apartment in the next hour when he got off his sentry shift, "You steal it out of the medical wing?" "I grow my own herbs, actually. Having a background in Classics means I'm good at recollecting things that might actually be useful when I need them. They might not be fully up to code, but they usually work anyway." Callused fingers dipped into a glass jar and traced the bruising Skull had already gone over, adding a warm, clear liquid that clung to the scrapes and coloring that his skipping stone, underwater eyes kept wandering back to; the feeling cool as mint and the smell mixing in with whatever Skull was boiling in the fireplace on a chain--not entirely unpleasant, but it still had Ziggy squirming in discomfort of being doted on in any capacity. "I'm..." Ziggy started again, trying to ignore the itching behind the eyes when Skull moved into checking the marks around his neck, spider-like and delicate and kinder still than he had any right to be with someone he'd had to defend without being asked, hauled back to his own home and been made to feed and water and treat better than someone like Ziggy deserved. (He'd done so much for Ziggy already, from the moment the Red Sentry Captain had kept him from getting a thrashing by a Yellow Sentry when Ziggy had screwed up one time too many and mouthed off; from the man getting him transferred into Dillon's squadron under supervision from Commander Park with Skull checking in every couple of days; from bailing Ziggy and his friends and ordinary people out of fires

and floods and death holes the cursed spirits of Repulsa found them in too many times to count.) "Yes?" Skull prompted, pausing to wipe his hands on a wet cloth and wrangle the kettle out of the fire. He poured something that smelled delicious into an adorable little leaf and butterfly embossed teacup on a saucer with two little sticks of shortbread on the side. "I'm fine," Ziggy finally got out as he took the offering, taking a sip of something spicy and warm before trying to continue through the stopping point in his throat, "I've had worse." Skull took a huge swig from his own cup like it was nothing more than a shot and looked directly at the boy he'd made his charge, regardless of whether it was a good idea at the time, "And that last bit is exactly why I know you're not fine." The young man tried, he really tried to contest that, but his eyes were wet now, and Skull raised his hand to stall anything his famous motor mouth could pour out into the air between them. "But you will be."

#world of the coinless #boom! comics power rangers #power rangers rpm #ziggy grover #ziggy/dillon/sumjmer/scott/flynn #mmpr #ggpr #post-shattered grid #eugene skull skullovitch #farkas bulk bulkmeier #kimberley hart #ranger slayer #ask fill

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themadauthorshatter · 3 years

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Henry Stickmin Headcanons Part 2, to "celebrate" the finale of the Toppat!Charles AU(Press F to pay respects). I'll be going in and oit of the AU as well, but that will be seperate from the other headcanons

In Triple Threat, and in order, the tallest is Ellie, standing at 5'9" and Henry is the shortest at 5'4". Charles sits comfortably between them at 5'7". Neither use their powers for evil, even though it's tempting to literally something over his head sometimes.

Each member of Triple Threat has their reactions toward horror in general.

Charles is pretty unfazed by games like FNAF or anything with heavy jumpscares. He will not watch a movie with bad jumpscares(jumpscares used poorly.) He was a baby watching Sinister, The VVitch, and Lighthouse.

Ellie gets scared by just about anything, but breaks whenever she sees evil clowns specifically.

Nothing really scares Henry. Or at least he tells himself that. He's less open by getting scared, but don't tell Ellie or Charles.

Ellie and Heney, because they were in a mischief mood, tried scaring Charles. He punched Henry in the face on accident.

Charles sings really well, but only when he thinks there's no one around.

Ellie is the smartest of the trio. That doesn't mean Charles and Henry are idiots, even though they've done things that have warranted them a spot in the dumbass hall of fame.

When Rupert first joined, he'd literally never been more annoyed than when he met Charles, who, in his opinion, talked too much and didn't take anything seriously. It didn't really help that Galeforce always partnered the two, as to keep Charles safe on the ground when he couldn't directly see him. Rupert was mad at the fact he'd gone through a lot of training and was promoted to government babysitter, and it boiled out of him when Charles asked if he was okay. Rupert snapped at him, shouting at the pilot to just shut up for five minutes and actually do his part in missions, which was have Rupert's back or keep him informed of anything around them. He also yelled that Charles is incompetent and shouldn't even be in the military, as all he does is talk. He had brought this up with Galeforce, when the two got back and Charles excused himself to allow Rupert to give the report on their mission, but got a very proper scolding. He apologized to Charles when the YOUNGEST PILOT EVER got them both out of a sticky situation using some incredibly evasive maneuvers that Rupert was sure would get them killed.

After the deaths and funeral of Mr. And Mrs. Calvin, Galeforce adopted Charles, something that was in the couple's will. Charles did not talk to him for a long time, not until a rainy day that prevented any work that needed to be done. Galeforce noticed Charles sitting near either a patio door or by a window staring up at the clouds. He carefully sat next to him and admitted that he missed Charles's parents, too, saying they were very good friends of his and were always good to turn to for a smile or just to take a breather. He couldn't imagine how Charles felt, but he still missed them and was sorry all the same. That's when Galeforce noticed a card Charles was holding to his chest; a birthday card, one that read, "Charlie, if you're reading this, know that your father and I love you very much. No matter what, always remember that. We couldn't have asked for a better son, one as silly, smart, and ambitious as you. We will always love you. I'm sorry. Love, Mom," from Charles's mother and, "Hey, hawk. If you're reading this, it means something really bad happened to us both. Sorry we won't make it back for your birthday, more specifically that I broke my promise to you. You deserve to be happy, and I hope you can do that again someday. Charles, you can miss us, you can be sad, you can cry, it's more than okay to. I just hope one day you can smile and be happy again for us. I'm sorry. Your mother loves you, Charlie. I love you so much, son. Love, Dad," from Charles's father. There smugdes on some parts of the card, some old and some new, and it especially struck Galeforce that the two extremely sad messages shouldn't have been on a nine year old's birthday card. Galeforce apologized for not being Charles's parents, though told him that he'd try to be what they were, maybe more. He didn't talk, but Charles did huddle closer to his side and Galeforce put an arm around him as they continued watching the rain.

Do not challenge Charles to a foot race. He will outrun you.

Do not challenge Ellie to an arm wrestling match. She will always win.

Do not challenge Henry to an underwater how-long-can-I-hold-my-breathe challenge. You will most likely drown.

Triple Threat beat each other in their respective challenges/contests by cheating/sabotaging each other; Henry will try tackling Charles while Ellie will try to trip him, Charles will try kicking Ellie's chair to push it away while Henry teams up with him to try and push her arm down, and Ellie will throw little pool torpedoes at Henry, which is more passive than Charles shouting, "This is the greatest PLAAAAAAN!" and cannonballing in before wrestling Henry back above water.

Charles wakes up Ellie and Henry in various methods, since he's usually up first: He'll usually use an alarm, but sometimes, when he's really energetic, he bangs pots and pans together, gets a teakettle singing, uses and airhorn, and, the most extreme he's ever gone, taped a brown lunch bag to a leaf blower and brought a really bright light into both their rooms, rigging the devices to a light switch. With a snicker, he began to play that army/military wake up song on a trumpet with a megaphone taped to it and flipped the switch.

Both of them were ready to kill him.

Henry was initially left at an orphanage, but he was adopted at the age of seven. He was brought up well enough, until one of his parents started noticing that he was acting "weird," as in his 'ability' to see his choices and fails. This parent started ignoring him and told him to start acting normal or he'd be sent back to the orphanage. The other parent, the one that also noticed but didn't want to talk about it, still loved him, though started to get a little irritated when their partner left out of spite; "Either I go or the crazy brat goes." The other parent re-married and this new step-parent was nicer, but happened to wirk as a janitor for the CCC, and warned Henry to be careful with his 'powers' because the people the step-parent worked for weren't nice and would do bad things to him. The step-parent meant well, but Henry, having the memories of the parent that left fresh in his mind, took it as a threat to behave, which made him a very anxious kid. Anxious enough to become a kleptomaniac and pickpocket to relieve stress.

Ellie had the most normal life, having two parents and a brother, but turned to a life of thieving because the pressure of being a good person and her family's view of a black and white world drove her crazy.

You would have to be crazy to try and take on all three members of Triple Threat at once.

The trio sometimes share a room and bed, because of nightmares and they don't want to be alone.

Yeah. Triple Threat is basically a found family.

Ellie is the father and Henry and Charles are her two, wonderful, dumbass children, even though there are times the two take turns being the mother.

Now, ONTO SOME POST TOPPAT!CHARLES AU STUFF! This is kind of like an Epilogue, so buckle in.

Triple Threat gets two weeks off to fully recover. (Thank goodness)

They return to their apartment and go straight to bed, though they actually just camp out in the living room.

They still sleep like the dead; they wake up LATE the next day, at 4 in the afternoon.

Breakfast for dinner.

Even when they know they should go back to sleep around 10 pm, they stay up and watch movies. They let Charles pick, and he chooses a collection of Looney Tunes, Merry Melodies, and even the Looney Tunes Show.

Henry and Ellie notice him giggling whenever Daffy's on screen, and can't help but wonder why, though they don't ask when he also gets tears in his eyes. He explains later that he used to watch the old version of Looney Tunes and Merry Melodies with his parents and even Galeforce, sometimes, even though it was something that happened less frequently as Charles grew and became a more solid part of the military.

They stay up all night, taking turns watching movies, making small talk, and just enjoying each other's company.

Charles does have an episode when they're making lunch the next day when he accidentally drops a glass and has a flashback of Right killing the pilot of a destroyer sent to rescue him. It is a nerve wracking memory and it leads him to breaking down on the floor. Henry and Ellie do help him out of it, but he refuses to share what he saw with them. They don't push it and tell him to feel free to share whenever he's ready.

They keep an eye on him when he takes his ADD medicine, just to be safe.

They often go outside to do workouts, because they don't want to break anything in the apartment. Charles keeps up with them, and they simply enjoy the breeze and the outside when they're done.

Henry and Ellie do talk about what she told Henry back in Part 6, and she apologizes for not telling Henry sooner, also admitting that she was scared he would abandon her, if she told him. Needless to say, Henry's just glad the three of them are together.

Charles is welcomed back much more warmly when they return from their break.

First daybback and it's out of the frying pan and into the flame, because they have another group of thieves to deal with, smaller than the Toppat Clan, but still noticable: a biker gang that's here to steal stuff by any means necessary and be an insane headache for police and people on the road.

They don't know much now, but they will when the gang is followed in the air.

Galeforce offers Charles to fly and get some possible intell, though says that if he isn't comfortable with it he can back out.

Charles agrees, and says with an excited, nervous smile that he's missed being in the air.

Galeforce makes sure Henry and Ellie keep an eye on him, which they promise to do, before everyone sets out, Charles taking a seat in his fixed up helicopter with Henry and Ellie behind him.

With a deep breath, they head out, ready to do some government recon, which they're successful in.

At The Wall, Dmitri is grumbly and still a little pissed at how Henry got away AGAIN, but has to admit it's good to not have to worry about the Toppat Clan anymore, most of whom being in maximum security cells.

Right is bored as hell, but is glad that his cellmate is Reginald; Right's missing his cybernetic arm from the elbow down, his legs have been downgraded to be normal legs, and he is no longer OP.

Reg apologizes for letting this happen to the clan, but Right assures him it's not his fault, self deprecatingly admitting that he may have been stupid for MAYBE crossing the line. Reg can't help but softly chide him for it.

Right promises that they'll get out, though Reginald only snuggles into him more, saying it can happen in good time, but right now he just wants to be close to Right a little longer.

The CCC hasn't gotten a single major chaos reading since the orbital station was destroyed and the clan was arrested. Bill Bullet chuckles a simple, "Not bad, kid," as he leaves his readers to their work.

Terrence is kicking back in his new room, lying in a bed as he reads a book. He's enjoyed having regular, warm showers, access to a razor to shave, and, mostly, a sky that didn't have the orbital station in it; it leaves a bad taste in his mouth that Reginald actually outdid him, sending the clan in space for a short time.

He chuckles at the fact that Henry would've been a damned good leader, mostly because he could see overthrowing HIM to be easy. "Too bad he joined the government instead," Terrence sighs with a shrug before he burts into laughter, mad, hysterical laughter. It really would've been fun to see Henry as the leader of the Toppat Clan.😉

Back with Triple Threat, after their mission as they sit on a hill that would've held Charles grave, if this was Valiant Hero. They're quiet, enjoying the sunset and the sound of the waves below, not ready to go home yet.

Even though they're all quiet, Charles tips his head back and takes a deep breath, taking in the sun, the air, everything, before returning his gaze to the sunset.

"Man," he breathes, "I've... really missed this."

Ellie replies that she has as well, Henry nodding in agreement.

They all watch the remainder of the sunset, though, quite nicely, all three are holding each other's hands and smiling to themselves

#henry stickmin #completing the mission au #completing the mission #charles calvin #headcanons #ellie rose #stickvin #copperright #sad stuff #death of a parent tw #not nice parent tw #implied poor self medication tw #ptsd tw #fluff #angst

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yan-twst · 4 years

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The one that the s/o’s body shut down is v interesting ÒwÓ👍 May I request one for octavinelle? Thank you ~♡

warnings: general yandere themes, mentions of blood

context (bc this is based on an old request): octavinelle with a darling whose body shuts down due to stress / fear

azul ashengrotto

he's in a state of shock and confusion when his darling just collapses during the morning before he leaves for class

at first he assumes they fainted- but he quickly realizes it's something more serious when nothing seems to wake them up. he quickly tries to think back on anything that could have happened- he hadn't punished them physically lately, and they'd been eating fine, so why...?

the idea that it's the high mental strain he puts on his darling with his switching from his suave businessman persona to his crybaby needy side, with the isolation and the fact his darling is deadly scared of him could have caused this coma-like state doesn't even cross his mind

he can't afford to take time off classes- he can't risk anyone suspecting anything and searching the dorm- but he tries to nurse his darling back to health. why are humans so fragile? he reads up on some health books, trying to make his darling regain consciousness

however, he isn't as composed during the situation as he wishes he was. he cries during the night, holding his darling's unconcious body- begging for them to wake up, please come back- and wakes up with his eyes red and puffy every morning without fail. he's misserable: he needs his darling

when they finally begin to regain their consciousness, he'll be overjoyed, to the point of nearly smothering them. but once the joy dies down, he'll be slightly irked- how dare they just faint and stay like thay for a month? he worried so much, it made him sick!

he just never gets the whole ordeal was his fault, although he will try to be even gentler. he now believes his darling has a weak constitution and can't take much: this is perhaps a blessing in disguise, as it leads to him becoming softer on his darling, even with punishments

jade leech

he's read of small animals that can die if they're under a lot of stress. it seems that all creatures, no matter if they live underwater or on land, can crumble under their emotions... he just didn't expect his darling to fall like that

he truly did try his best to not make his darling too scared of him, but he knew he couldn't manipulan their fear into diminishing. he genuinely did try; but sometimes even he couldn't keep his jealousy in check, and ended up scaring his captive darling even more... and now they were unresponsive

he'll play the role of nurse. it eases his guilt a bit, thinking that even though he caused this, he's still taking care of his darling. he prepares their favorite meals and spoonfeeds them, bathes them and makes them take vitamin supplements for good measure.

it's clear as day he's incredibly worried, but he doesn't want to risk taking his darling to the infirmary. he worked so hard to lure them in and keep them to himself- surely, he can also help them get over this...?

he'll cry a bit once his darling begings to respond again, holding their hand and apologising. he'll definitely be more careful from then on: he has to convince his darling everyone else is the danger and he is safe. he'll be so gentle and kind, they won't even notice the lies and manipulative words that spill from his mouth, effectively changing their mindset without even realizing

floyd leech

well, anyone could have seen this one coming. in all honesty, it was more a matter of "when" rather than "if"- floyd plays rough. his darling shook like a leaf whenever he held them close, and his powerful mouth left many scars on them: it was just a race to see if their body gave up to stress or injury

floyd is lucky jade tends to check up on his darling to make sure his twin isn't going too wild. the more levelheaded eel finds his twin poking and shaking an unconscious darling, and once he confirms there's no physical trauma on the human, he concludes that stress and fear just made them shut down

floyd receives instructions from his brother and even azul on how to take care of his darling so that they can go back to "having fun" with him- but he's so impatient! can't shrimps just wake up now? it's been over a week- come on!

he'll whine and complain to his unconscious darling, but surprisingly, he doesn't rough them up anymore or try to bite them to wake them up. deep down, he's a bit scared; how did he cause this? will they wake up...? they have to wake up, right?

floyd loses a lot of sleep just laying next to his darling and talking. he rants about anything- but it's mostly senseless blabbering of how much he loves them. they better wake up soon! he wants to hold them!

it's in everyone's best interests for his darling to wake up soon. after all, this all put floyd in a foul mood: he's never gotten into so many fights before, and he's never had so much blood on his hands in such a short period of time before.

his mental balance is clearly worsening by the day every moment his darling isn't there for him- the moment the human finally begins to respond again, both azul and jade heave a sigh of relief- while floyd is busy swinging his confused and disoriented darling around

#twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech

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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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Hi dear! It's me again! I'd love to see prompt 15. “Shh princess…don’t cry over this scum, he doesn’t deserve your tears.” with our wonderful girl Tsunade!

Tsunade!!! Hell YES!!!

Warnings: Blood, violence, death, manipulation

Prompt 15: “Shh princess...don’t cry over this scum, he doesn’t deserve your tears.”

You stood speechless there, all shaken up, not wanting to believe what you had just witnessed. The place you stood in looked completely destroyed, deep craters everywhere and trees ripped out from the ground, showing the aftermath of a brutal battle. But this battle hadn’t been fair at all! It had been decided from the very beginning who would win and the loser had died a truly horrible death. But what shocked you most was who had been the one killing him. She was still standing above the corpse, panting heavily and glaring with hatred down at the man, her clothes, face and hair blood covered. “Tsu-Tsunade?”, you managed to stutter out, your voice nearly breaking. She quickly turned around, shock visible on her face. “(y/n)?!” How had it come to this?

Flashback:

“What happened to her?!?!” Wasn’t that Tsunade’s voice? “She got attacked on her mission! According to her teammates she was attacked by an enemy who stabbed her quite a few times and then attacked with paper bombs. She stood too close and was caught in the explosions!” And that was Shizune’s voice. “Several organs have been damaged!” “She’s losing too much blood!” “We’re losing her!” Many voices suddenly started to yell panicked around and you couldn’t figure any longer out what they were saying. You tried to open your eyes, wanting to know what exactly was going on. It took you a lot of strength, but you managed to do it. At first everything was blurry, but after a moment you started to notice a pretty, blonde haired woman who was busily yelling at all the other people. “Tsunade...”, you mumbled quietly. Never in your life you had seen her snapping her head around that swiftly, for a moment worried that she would break her neck. “(y/n)!! Don’t worry, everything will be alright!!! I promise!!!” Her voice sounded terrified and you could clearly see the tears that were swelling up in her eyes. Black dots started to appear before your eyes, slowly growing bigger and bigger. “It’s getting...so dark.”, you murmured, having troubles to keep your eyes open. “No!!! Don’t close your eyes!!! Look at me!!!”, Tsunade yelled at you desperately, but you couldn’t even hear her clearly. It felt like you were somewhere underwater and Tsunade’s voice sounded like it came from above the water surface. By now nearly everything in front of your vision had turned black and it seemed so inviting to just close your eyes and drown in the darkness. ‘Beeeeeeeeeeep!’ “NOOOOO!!!!!!”

When you came back to your senses the first thing you noticed was a blinding light. “Am I dead?”, you questioned yourself, but only a few seconds later you hissed painfully, feeling pain everywhere. You forced your head to look up to see why you were in so much pain. Most parts of your body were covered in blankets, but every spot from your body that wasn’t covered was wrapped in bandages. You started looking around, trying to find someone who could answer all your questions. “Hello?!”, you called out. At first nothing happened, but then the door was suddenly slammed open and Shizune and a few nurses stormed in. “She’s awake!!”, one of them called facilitated. “Inform Lady Tsunade immediately!!”, Shizune ordered them before she quickly went to your side. “Are you feeling alright?! Do you need something?!” You blinked irritated before answering:”A glass of water and an explanation to what exactly happened would be nice.”

Your jaw had dropped and you stared horrified at her. “A...whole week?”, you asked with a shaking voice. Shizune nodded with a pained expression on her face. You had been out for a whole week?! “Tsunade! How is she doing?!”, you suddenly asked her worried. Shizune lowered her gaze, a sad expression on her face which gave you all the answers you needed. “Terrible. I’ve never seen her that broken.” You felt a stinging in your heart. But suddenly the door was slammed open once again, but this time it was ripped out of it’s place. You gasped when you saw Tsunade. She looked horrible! There were dark bags under her eyes, she looked awfully pale and it seemed like she hadn’t eaten something for quite some time. As soon as she saw you, she broke out in tears. (y/n)! You’re awake!” She immediately stormed towards you and hugged you, careful to not hurt you. Shizune quietly left the room whilst Tsunade was crying heavily, wetting the bandages on your shoulder in no time. “I was so scared of losing you. Y-your heart stopped beating for a whole minute.” You tried to calm her down bu gently stroking her hair, feeling guilty that you had given her so much worries. “Hey, I’m alive! Don’t you know what I told you on our first date? No way that you’ll ever be able to shake me off.”, you tried to ease the mood and to your relief it worked because Tsunade started laughing a bit even though she was still crying.

The next few weeks Tsunade refused to leave your side at all. She stayed with you in the hospital and even after you were released and were able to go back to your apartment she refused to leave you alone. Helping you with everything since you couldn’t really do much in your state. You looked like a mummy with all the bandages covering you! But she was the Hokage of the Leaf Village so you had to force her to go back to work, during this time Shizune always stayed with you. But it had one advantage, since Tsunade wanted to be near you she worked incredibly fast, wanting to finish the tasks as fast as possible just to be able to go back to you. Thanks to her you also didn’t end up with your whole body littered in scars because of the burnings from the explosions. She had worked on a Jutsu to smoother your skin so that the scars on your body were nearly invisible. She took great care of you and you felt blissed to have her as your girlfriend. But all of that was about to change soon...

It had been pretty late when you had come home, spending nearly the whole day in the hospital for one of your daily check-ups. And it seemed like you were on a good way to going back to your full strength. You had expected Tsunade to be waiting for you in your apartment and you were a bit surprised when you didn’t find her. At first you had thought that she would be in her office, but you hadn’t find her there as well. Even Shizune didn’t know where she was, telling you that Tsunade had left earlier this day to solve some ‘problem’ without letting her exactly know what it was. That was the point where you had started to get worried. It wasn’t typical for Tsunade to leave you without letting you or Shizune know where she went. You stood for a moment there, thinking about where she could possibly be before an idea popped up in your head. What if you would start searching in her desk in the office? If she left some clue about where she had went and what problem she would have to solve then you were sure you would find it there. So you went to the building of the Hokage and went in the office. Luckily you were one of the few persons who were allowed to go in there without permission. You immediately walked to her quite messy looking desk. Oh dear, Tsunade and her sense for neatness. You decided to start looking in her drawers at first, assuming that if she would have left some clue about where she had went, she wouldn’t have left in on her desk. As soon as you opened the drawer, it nearly exploded, being stuffed with too many files and papers. “Tsunade!”, you cursed quietly. Damn, as soon as you would find her, you would definitely force her to clean up her desk. You sighed and started picking up all the files that had dropped to the ground before one file caught your eye. Different from the other ones this one was marked in red, looking more important. You looked around. Should you take a short glance? You were debating with yourself. You shouldn’t. But when you grabbed the file to put it back in the drawers a photo suddenly dropped out of it. You bent down to grab the picture and your eyes widened for a short second. That man on the photo...that was the guy who nearly killed you!!! You slowly opened the red folder and picked out all the papers inside. The first thing you noticed were a lot of pictures from this man. And with a lot you meant a lot! Judging from the dates that were written down on them, you were able to tell that Tsunade must have kept an close eye on him for weeks. You started looking for the picture with the earliest and latest date on it. The earliest date was about eight weeks ago. You raised an eyebrow. At that time you had layed unconscious in the hospital. The latest picture was from this day and you also noticed something else. On it’s back was something written. The name of a city and a time of day. You knew this city, it was only a few kilometers away from here. In the folder you also found countless other things from the man. Name, age, past life... At first you didn’t understand what all of that meant, but then a thought hit you. A thought that scared you. What if she planned to...? You couldn’t finish that thought, trying to deny this. How late was it? You looked at the clock, that was hanging in the office. According to it you had one hour left. You quickly stuffed everything back into the drawers and then started storming out of the office, pleading that your suspicion wasn’t true.

You were completely out of breath when you reached your destination, you hadn’t run this much since quite some time. But you didn’t really got the time to catch your breath because in the very next moment the ground suddenly started to shake. A short yelp of surprise escaped your lips whilst you stumbled back. What was that? An earthquake? No. That was something different. You quickly followed the direction from where the shocks seemed to come. Shortly after you reached a field, or at least what you assumed had been once a field. It looked like a bomb had blown up there, everything was destroyed! “I’m sorry!! Please forgive me!! I’ll do anything, but please don’t kill me!” The terrified voice caught your attention and that’s when you noticed the two persons standing inside all this chaos. One of them, the man, was laying on the ground, trembling and looking up to the person who was standing in front of him. You gasped when you realized who it was. It was Tsunade! You heard her scoffing at the man, clenching her fist tightly. “Did you hesitate or stop when you attacked my people? When you attacked (y/n)? Did you care for whether they die or not?” The man was shaking, unable to answer. “You didn’t. And so won’t I.” With these words she slammed her fist down, punching the man right in his stomach. You heard a sound that sounded like bones breaking and in the next moment blood was splashing out of the man. You needed a moment to proceed what had just happened. She had punched a hole right through his stomach. You started shaking. “Tsu-Tsunade?”

End of flashback

“(y/n)?! What are you doing here?!”, Tsunade asked you panicked, walking with fast steps towards you. “Stay away!” She flinched when you screamed those words at her and you yourself were a bit surprised as well, but it was pure instinct. “(y/n)...I-I understand that you’re a bit shocked from all of this, but please believe me, he deserved it!”, she desperately tried to reason with you whilst stepping closer to you. You didn’t move, just staring at the man, deep in thoughts. You admitted that you had hated him as well, after all he did cause you some damage and you did wanted to have some kind of revenge, but not like this! This had been just unfair, he hadn’t stand a chance against her! No one deserved to die like this, having a hole punched in his stomach. Tears started to swell up in your eyes, falling down your face. You quietly started sobbing, feeling conflicted about your feelings. What were you supposed to do now? How were you supposed to feel about Tsunade now?! Tsunade quickly engulfed you in a her warm embrace, rubbing circles soothingly on your back. “Shh princess...don’t cry over this scum, he doesn’t deserve your tears.” A part of you screamed at you to push her away, to scream at her, to run away, to just do something to get away from her as fast as possible, but you couldn’t. You just couldn’t! Because you still loved her. And you knew you would always do...

#yandere naruto #yandere naruto shippuden #yandere tsunade #yandere tsunade senju

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legendofzelda4life · 3 years

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Overboard

Day nine wow (sorry i get more and more surprised each day that im having the ability to continue this)

Today we have some Wind and Wild platonic angst (why do i always have to do angst with wild??? *cries*

Hopefully nobody dies but I’ll decide it as I write.

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“Hey, Wild look!” Wind exclaimed. They had recently arrived in Wild’s Hyrule where they were staying at Lurelin for a few days. This town had to have been the furthest thing from Hyrule castle. The closest guardian was all the way near the horse god and even then it was closer to the Gerudo Region.

“What is it?” Wild asked, curious to what the sailor may have found. “That island.” Wind pointed across the water.

“Oh, that’s Eventide island. On top of Koholit rock is Korgu Chideh Shrine.” Wild explained, pointing at the shrine.

“I’m sorry, what rock?” Legend asked from behind the two. “Koholit. Y’know, west of Toronbo beach? I thought you were awake when I was telling Time about it?” Wild said. It was true, the previous night he told Time all about the ranch ruins, Mabe village ruins, Eventide, the Spring of Power, basically anything he thought was suitable.

(anything I thought was a reference to another time lmao, I might make a post later)

“No, I was asleep. It’s been a while since we’ve stayed in comfy beds.” Legend said. He looked like he’d just seen a ghost. Wind hoped he was okay.

“Can we go over there?” Wind asked. “No way, Time put me in charge of you two and I’m not going anywhere near that goddesses forsaken place!” Legend exclaimed. Wild and Wind shared a knowing look before booking it to the closest raft.

“Get back here you idiots!!! Wild is the only one that knows how to fight in this world!!!” Legend yelled as the other two jumped onto the raft. “No way Vet! You guys are safe in the village, if anything we’re the ones in danger!” Wild yelled back with a laugh. “Really?” Wind asked in an excited tone.

“Hell yeah, there’s an over world boss on this island. I think it might be a blue, or second grade, hinox.” Wild explained, taking out his korok leaf.

“Whaddya gonna do with that?” Wind asked, cocking an eyebrow. Wild smirked.

“This.” He swung at the sail and the boat pushed forward. “Cool!” Wind said in awe.

The two boys sailed along but as they got closer to the island, the wind got rougher.

“You okay, Wind?” Wild asked. The younger boy was sitting down, holding some of the rope on the raft. “Yeah it’s just, really... me... out here.” Wild looked at the boy in disbelief.

“Did you just make a pun with your name?” “Yes.” “Dear the goddesses you’re stupid.” “Hey!” “What?”

Wind playfully glared at Wild before the two started laughing. “Anyway, we should go back. This is the closest I’ll take us.” Wild said, taking out an oar to turn the boat around. “Okay.” Wind stood back up excitedly, wanting to tell everybody what happened.

Suddenly, a rather large gust of wind came through. Without anything to grab, the sailor was thrown overboard. Sure, he could handle cyclones but he was in a boat. This was a raft. Y’know, nothing to grab!

“Wind!” Wild yelled out, reaching for the sailors hand. “Shit!” He pulled out the slate and made a block of ice behind the younger hero.

It didn’t stop him.

For some reason, the wind was now going towards Eventide. If Wind wasn’t stopped, he’d be stuck there and only one person can be on the island at a time.

“Fucking shit.” Wild said as he saw Wind wash ashore. Wind was basically 50 metres away from the sandbank but had no way to get Wind off the island. Then he had an idea.

Wild pulled out the Shiekah Slate.

“Wind, I’m going to talk you through this step by step.” Wild said, seeing the sailor look into his Pirate’s Charm. (the necklace is called The Pirates Charm)

Wild placed a cryonis block and sat on it. If he stayed on the raft, he’d go back to shore before Wind was done.

Also, he burnt the raft so the boys couldn’t come looking for them.

A few days later

“Wild!” Said hero looked up from his spot on the ice block to see Wind running - slightly limping - on the sandbank toward him.

He was battered, bruised and bloody. Wild would have to heal him up before someone like Sky saw, He worried a lot about the other heroes.

As soon as Wind was on the ice, Wild enveloped him into a hug. “I thought you were dead.” He laughed. Wind hadn’t replied since fighting the hinox. “Sorry, I pocketed this so I couldn’t hear you.” Wind said. Wild squeezed him a little.

“I’m sorry I took you here.” He said. “It’s not your faul-” “Yes! It is!” Wild pulled back with tears going down his cheeks.

“Wild-” Wind was cut off again. “When I did this the first time I was knocked out over and over. I was on the verge of death without my weapons. You don’t know how lucky you are to have experience before doing this!” Wild exclaimed. He went to Eventide not long after meeting Purah and wasn’t very experienced against Hinox.

He doubted Wind was experienced with them but the younger hero had been through three adventures and remembered them all. He had more fighting experience than Wild did his first time here.

But that didn’t stop wild being scared for him.

“Wild, I’m fine. Just a few scratches.” Wind said, looking up at the other blue-clad hero.

“Can you jump that far?” Wild asked, pointing to a nearby ice pillar he made in preparation for when they go back. Wind shrugged and jumped across, using his korok leaf like he had seen Wild use his paraglider to go between these.

“Yeah.” He landed on the other side. “Good.” Wild smirked before breaking the ice. “AAH!!! WILD!!!” Wind shrieked as he was plunged into cold water.

“I hate you so much!” He yelled out in a fit of laughter, looking up to see Wild was gone. “Wild?” He looked around before being pulled underwater.

He looked around panickedly to see bright blue eyes staring back at him. Wild pointed up and Wind looked to see a lizalfos. Wild pressed a finger to his lips and led Wind through the water.

Wind could feel himself growing lightheaded so he tugged on Wild’s shirt. The other hero looked at him as his eyes closed.

He didn’t let the air escape him, just closed his eyes as he strained to not breathe in.

He couldn’t stay awake much longer.

He felt the air leave his lungs.

Shit. Shit. Shit!

That’s all Wild’s brain was saying as Wind passed out.

There wasn’t time to give Wind anything before so the older hero forgot to give him a zora helmet.

“...fault!...” Wind could hear snippets of conversation.

“...Twilight!...”

“...himself!...”

“...danger!...”

Wind shot up. “Danger?” He asked, scared there was an ambush.

The other eight people visibly jumped.

“Oh my goddesses Wind.” Wild took the hero of wind’s into a hug. “I’m so sorry.”

SLAP!!!

The sound resonated throughout the room.

“Heh. Nice hit.” Legend said, scooping food into his mouth as Twilight glared at him. “What? It was a good hit!” He gesturing his hand towards Wind as he spoke. Twilight shrugged in a way that said ‘yeah okay’ before continuing to watch Wild and Wind.

“This isn’t your fault Wild!” Wind yelled. “Yes it is! You could’ve died.” “But I didn’t!” “But you nearly did on the way back!” Wild got louder and more distressed. “There were lizalfos!”

“I could’ve taken them!” The room went quiet as Wild began to cry.

“I-I could’ve beat those lizalfos easily but I was so mad I let you get lost on the island that my first thought was to get you away.” Wild said, his shoulders shaking as he looked down. “In the end, you could’ve died because of that. I should’ve just fought it, but I didn’t.”

“Will you ever shut up?” Wind asked with a laugh as he hugged Wild once more. “’You’re dumb and I hate you.’ Is that what you wanted to hear?” Wild shook his head.

“Then shut up and stop blaming yourself.”

END

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Hey look, everybody lived. Surprise, surprise.

But this became more fluff than angst.

I really can’t write just sad angst.

I hope you guys enjoyed anyway lmao

One shot shit

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reversecreek · 3 years

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struts onto the dash carrying this deliriously wriggling little elf in my arms like a swaddled bebe......... they’re genuinely my oldest muse of all time i think i created them when i was like. 13 possibly. n i haven’t written them in Years but. i’m literally so excited to jst vibrating w muse. smiles at u all demurely..... they have risen. u can find their pinterest here n their playlist here.

* alana champion, nonbinary + they/them | you know nyla palmer, right? they’re twenty-two, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, eight months? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to 6669 (i don’t know if you know) by neon indian like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole a two headed doll of a prairie girl with stitched on rabbit ears and butterfly wings, befriending shadow puppets & finding god with your eyes open underwater in a public pool you broke into thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is march 2nd, so they’re a pisces, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt she/her )

HISTORY:

was born in georgiaaaa georgiaaaa (phoebe bridgers voice holds my bang...) to a vry honest hard working man named george (omgggg he’s called GEORGE and he’s from GEORGIA? ahaaaaa fuckk ur jestinggg) nd a woman who did her best named pamela..... george worked on a construction site n pamela was a pharmacist..... their house was this small rickety white thing with a wrap around porch n a very rabid overgrown garden tht kind of looked like the earth ws trying to reclaim it bc nobody ever hd the time or motivation to mow the lawn.... there ws literally a piece of fold out furniture just entirely submerged by weeds n foliage

nyla ws always closest w their dad george..... he hd this way of looking at the world tht was seeing the best in all of it.... he took them on long walks where he talked abt how u have to respect the trees bc they’re breathing fr us n we’re breathing fr them..... he hd a strange whimsical sense of humour n a gnome alter ego called grundlebolt who always tickled them..... in a way this closeness created a distance between nyla n their mother but not so much that it ws rly a problem. just enough tht nyla sometimes waited until their mother ws out of eye n ear shot to tell their dad they loved him bc they didn’t wna make her sad >_>

(mental health, death & grief tw) pamela always struggled w her mental health but george ws great n understanding n knew how to help her thru this... nyla didn’t get it too greatly at a very young age bt they knew their mum got “the sads” sometimes (how their dad wld explain tht she needed to lay down in the quiet for a while or why she’d stood at the stove n let the dinner burn until the smoke detector went off without doing anything abt it). when nyla was 14 they got home one day to a police car in the driveway n came prancing in exuberantly as they always did. immediately hugged the legs of an officer bc this is hw they wld greet everyone they ever met. they only realised something was wrong when they let go n saw their mum sat at the table crying. essentially there ws an accident at the construction site george worked at n :/ yeah.

(jst mental health & grief tw now) this rly had an intense ripple effect on everyone tbh. pamela’s mental health deteriorated quite a lot without george there as her rock n nyla sort of had to step in as best they cld but it was....... hard. some days she ws better bt some days nyla had to sit her in the bath n stroke a wet sponge over her back bc they didn’t know how else to calm her down. nyla always had a very overactive imagination which george encouraged bt it ws like. losing him rly opened a window in nyla’s head n all rationality went floating out of it. their dreams seemed more real than being awake. fantasy wasn’t jst the way they coped bt it was the way they thought n the way they saw. everything on earth was alive. the trees n the clouds n the wall with a brick missing at the bottom of her road n especially their dad. their dad was alive in everything in nyla’s head. the sun shining extra bright in the morning was george. ponds were a veil they could dunk her head under and find george waiting on the other side. reality rly just pulled the plug n said bye tbh n they were ok w that <3

(abuse implied tw) their mum remarried too fast to a man named stephen n it was jst not a good arrangement. he was Not a nice man. i won’t go into this but home wasn’t a nice place for nyla any more n after a couple of yrs stephen wound up asking them to leave n their mum said nothing to contradict tht. there’s more to this bt long story short nyla left <3

(drugs tw) they couch surfed fr a while before settling living w their best friend. they got up to like... all sorts of trouble n grew up far too fast. nyla’s lack of sense n realism hd a habit of getting them into some sticky situations n these few yrs were a rollercoaster where they got by on the skin of their teeth. when they think of high skl they think of gravel and skinned knees and sucking sherbet dunkers to ignore the taste of pennies in ur mouth and getting lost in the woods a lot bc they’d take FAR too many drugs n be lead astray having conversations with kind trees whose branches held their hands

(drug mention) got by on odd jobs like making candles n selling them at market stalls. leaf blowing at cemeteries. face painting fr children’s parties (where they were blatantly high). random stuff. all over the place. in this time them n their best friend also hd a sugar daddy named tony who always wore very impressive colour block suits n mink stoles n jewelled fedoras n hd a swanky apartment w marble floors. rly just. surreal. lots of strange stories frm this time.

things kind of blew up in their friendship group n they fell out w their best friend raya bc she slept w this guy aj who nyla hd been madly in love w for yrs.... he was a Stinker n honestly so ws their best friend so good riddance i say bt obviously it felt like having their entire world flipped upside dwn fr nyla.... they split after this came out bc they just did Not want to b around these ppl any more n they decided to leave w this guy frm a band they barely knew tht much save fr a one night stand to tour w them..... this ws another whirlwind. jst chock full of them. it ws similar to being on a teacup ride at a carnival n spinning round n round n only knowing u were surrounded by lots of lights. tht’s how they’d best describe their time on tour.

SO in terms of them coming to irving 8 months ago they came w the band.... they honestly did pretty well on tour n wound up renting a big beach house on dorado as a kind of “retreat” sort of place fr them to shack up in while they worked on writing and recording their first big studio album (they gt signed w a label so it’s all vry exciting stuff). nyla among like 3 others were allowed to stay w them too bc they hd a lot of fun on tour. literally jst. taken on as professional groupies essentially. nyla loved it bc they’d never seen the ocean n when they first got there they jst threw off all their clothes n ran straight into the water. it was 3pm on a tuesday afternoon. they got arrested fr public indecency n didn’t get why bc they were like but i just wanted to hug the ocean u silly little oinker? i picture the beach house as like. the loudest one on dorado.... comes alive like a jungle at night..... they r probably bad neighbours. anyway. onto personality puts hand on hip.

PERSONALITY:

sets out patio furniture on someone else’s lawn n jst takes a seat n leans back like ahhhhh vat a nice day to be alive ya! (swedish accent suddenly bc they think it’s fun). they come out n start yelling n they’re jst so confused they’re like hey wat’s the big idea hey wat’s go on here why u angies why this happen?

likes drawing imaginary veins over their arms in all different colour blue pens in a sudden fit of hyperfixation n then forgets all abt it n goes out like tht n scares several townsfolk bt they’re oblivious they’re jst in her own world loving life already onto the next fixation. has many many different fads like this. one day will jst start snipping up a bunch of magazines bc they’re like EYES ARE COOL N THEY SEE EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :P n they’ll stick a bunch of them over their wall n then forget they was doing that n leap onto the next. quite a pattern. bt they love the vein thing a lot it makes them feel like a walking planetarium like they have their own constellations

sometimes jst doesn’t make sense. they’re honestly kind of strange. pops up in places like they suddenly materialised there n it’s like how did u get there where have u been when were u last seen are u ok. has the energy of an ancient deity frm deep in a mountain cave n an ambiguous forest sprite all at once..... talks shit honestly. abt anything n everything. sometimes outrageous. sometimes plain incoherent. like what are u talking about? i dnt kno. even i dnt kno sometimes.

luvs stick n pokes will let anyone tattoo whatever they want on them for the price of a gummy bear kindly placed onto their tongue n swallowed whole

has this obsession w being underwater w their eyes open luvs it. calls it their tadpole time. runs baths just to lie there blinking looking around n drifting her arms. best friends w the bottom of any local swimming pool n hs probably given it a quick kiss so it knows they’re bff’s n then got sick bc there’s sm germs in a public pool. says the kgb probably poisoned their oatmeal n r finally here to deliver on their promise n THAT’S why they got sick unrelated to the pool incident. what promise? noone knows.

unclear if they believe what they say or if they jst has a very expanded sense of humour where they nvr let on if they’re joking.... lines r blurred a lot.....

loves excitedly shouting things. sometimes just screams at the sky bc they say it’s good to let the creatures in ur belly fly out every once in a while otherwise their wings get sore.

(drugs tw) still does an excessive amt of hallucinogens n it kind of shows. very bad fr their brain bt we’re going to ignore it.

dresses fun n strange n eccentric n careless. loves to experiment. does nt care abt what’s considered to be societally appropriate. living in their own world.

sleeps around a lot... jst doesn’t rly see sex as a big deal.... very free w themselves in that way..... sometimes greets their friends w a kiss on the lips they’re like awww :) kisses <3 when they run into them in the middle of the cereal aisle n then pulls away n suddenly breaks into a box tht has a free toy in it bc it’s a banana with googly eyes n that’s the best thing they’ve ever heard in their LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! n isn’t he so HANDSOME????? enchante indeed my good sir ;)... gives the toy a kiss too.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

other groupies of the band: self explanatory a little.... i dnt have a name for the band yet bt all can b worked out..... i picture them as kind of. not that nice but like. there for a good time........ rock genre.... bit chaotic...... to say the least........ they dnt have to have come there w the band like nyla n the others they cld have been adopted in their time there.... whoever wld b wild n down fr a good time <3

chaotic trash goblin friends: idk what this title rly means it just came to me in a vision....... jst ppl tht r rly kind of off the rails n don’t care abt anything...... they r who nyla tends to mesh very well w......... they rly r living in their own world n by their own rules n they like ppl who do this too <3 inevitably they get up to no good n party far too much...... cld be angst to this if they enable each other’s bad habits...... world’s our oyster. opens my office door. let’s talk abt it.

nyla set up camp on their front lawn: maybe jst w a fold out chair. maybe w a literal pop up tent w someone else too. genuinely so bizarre of them bt that’s what we’re dealing with. they poke their head into the tent n nyla’s lying down crunching on a cracker crumbs over their tits n they just hold it out to them nt even fully consumed n are like hey polly want a cracker? :)

they responded to her craigslist ad: they posted one saying they cld cleanse their house of demonic energy bc they’re an all seeing eye in touch w the spirits. this is a lie. they came n waved sage around n did a little dance as they did it w bird sounds playing on a special cd they brought fr the occasion (had weird indistinct doodles over the case it ws brought in) n then ws like OOH! scary.... n jumped at something in the hall. they go in thinking maybe they’ve seen a ghost bt they just were startled by their own reflection in a mirror n is like. scary mirror placement...... might wna reconsider that........ they charge them merely 10 dollars fr their time n is like this was so fun we shd do it again some time :) also i think u have mould on ur bathroom tile! vanishes. they dnt recall them ever going to the bathroom.

came knocking asking for items for a garage sale: yes. u heard that right. they’re asking for ur muses things to set up their own garage sale. selling items that do not belong to them. they think this is a genius business strategy n don’t understand why ppl think this is so strange or why they cant just ask ppl to donate them things to sell bc hey they’re an entrepreneur? they even had a pencil behind their ear when they knocked on the door so why aren’t ppl taking their business seriously? probably got distracted several times trying to explain their pitch n chattered abt random other things instead.

honestly anything... fwbs... flings... good influence... someone who cnt stand the fact they’re barely coherent.... someone they stopped on the street one day n asked for their opinion on water beds.... we cn do literally anything. fling ur chara my way n we can talk.

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April’s Story

Shrek premiered 20 years ago this month! So I decided to honor it with my own illustrated version of the movie for my Win A Commission Contest! If you’d like to see the illustrations in context with the text, please

Once upon a time, there was a lovely Princess

But she had an enchantment upon her of an awful sort, that could only be broken by True Love's First Kiss

She was Locked away in a tower, guarded by a terrible fire-breathing Dragon

Many brave Knights had attempted to free from this dreadful prison, but none prevailed

She waited in the Dragon's keep, in the tallest room of the tallest tower. Where she waited for her True Love and True Love's First Kiss...

A large green hand ripped a page from the Book and revealed another part involving the whole kingdom celebrating on the Princess and her True Love's wedding day, laughing heartily as he slammed it shut.

"Like that's ever gonna happen!" A Scottish voice said dismissively. "What a load of-" A flush of a Toilet drowned out the last part of the sentence.

We look and see an outhouse. It was made of white birch wood, lashed together with a rope for a handle and a black crescent moon facing the right. There was some hanging moss on the tilted roof growing and a pathway of stones, weeds crowding in between. It was set right in front of a thick wood, facing towards a house. The strange thing about all of this is that the outhouse had plumbing with a flushing toilet.

The door slammed open, revealing no Prince Charming nor a Frog, but an Unlikely Hero: an Ogre. Yawning and stretching out before fixing his wedgie, he shook off a ripped page that was sticking to his shoe and stared at his house.

He lived in a giant, white, hollowed out mangrove tree, the trunk thinning out into a perfect chimney. Moss, ivy and weeds grew all around or on top of it, and there was a crude door and some small windows set into the side.

The Ogre breathed in and left the outhouse with the door slamming behind him as he began his day.

Using a bucket and scraping up some mud, he carried it over to a branch. The ogre undressed and pulled on a rope, causing the mud to pour onto him. He made an “Oof!” sound when it first hit him, but continued scrubbing himself with the mud like it was soap. He drank the last dregs of the mud and then spat it out, ending the shower.

Then the Ogre brushed his teeth. He grabbed a red caterpillar, and squeezing it like a tube of toothpaste, pushed its innards onto a bone. He scrubbed well, getting the insides of his teeth, then the outsides. It turned his already unhealthy teeth greener, and the putrid goo shown in his hideous smile caused his mirror to shatter and fall onto the floor.

Next, he plunged himself into a lake and made a huge splash, turning himself right and getting ready; the Ogre let out a loud, horrendous and terrible gaseous fart that bubbled behind him. Feeling relieved and making an “innocent” pose with his finger to his lip, he turned to see that there was not one, not two but three red salmon floating up to the surface; murdered by the deadliness of the stench that continued to plague the rest of the underwater native wildlife. He grabbed the one next to him and proceeded to leave.

Later army crawling into a hollowed husk of a fallen tree, pointing diagonally skywards, the Ogre pushed out a ton of mud as he climbed his way forward like a commando in the trenches of a battlefield. The final mud slopped out as his stained face popped out.

He smiled as he found a green slug right outside the tree trunk. The Ogre grabbed it and the slug squirmed in alarm as it was picked up by a giant green hand, leaving the small maggots once underneath the slug exposed to the air.

Closer to sunset, near a lake with verdant hills in the distance, the Ogre began painting a new sign. Having picked out a broken off- plank of moldy wood form his outhouse, he didn’t bother with a base coat of white. He spent several hours painting. Once he finished, the Ogre placed his palette down, took a good look at his newest masterpiece, and out of sheer joy of satisfaction he kissed the ogre in the picture on the lips. It left red paint all across his lips as he posted it next to an older sign that said, "STAY OUT". It was a rather hideous portrayal of his face with red eyes and red writing that stated, “BEWARE OGRE".

After The Ogre had ate his fishy and sluggy dinner and had lit a fire with the strength of his belch, he sat back on the crocodile flesh recliner. Just as he was settling in, the Ogre's tiny trumpet ears picked up a disturbance in the Swamp.

It was the sounds of people trespassing. With a groan he lurched to his feet and glanced out his window, spotting a group of Ogre Hunters in the far distance, mostly visible due to their torches. Within moments, the Ogre snuck outside his home and was tiptoeing behind them.

The Ogre Hunters, dressed mostly in green and sporting crappy haircuts, pushed aside the tall grass and foliage as they watched the Swamp House, lit from within by The Ogre’s Belch-Fire.

"Think it's in there?" The one with a bowl cut asked

"Alright... let's get it!" The one in the a tall hat declared, holding a torch and about to make a charge forward before he was stopped short by the one with the mustache next to him.

"Hold on, you know what that thing could do to you?" the mustached one said with fear.

"Yeah, it'll grind your bones for it's bread!" The one with the bowl cut told him.

They all froze when a loud chuckle echoed behind them.

Turning around, they saw the Ogre towering over them. He spoke in an almost friendly manner, but what he said was the opposite of friendly. “Ha, yes, well actually; that would be a giant!" He exclaimed, causing the men to back off. The Ogre stepped forward each time they stepped back. "Now Ogres, oh.. they're much worse! They'll make a suit from your freshly peeled skin!"

"No!" A man was horrified

"They'll shave your livers!"

“No!”

"And squeeze the jelly from your eyes!" The Ogre Hunters were cornered as the Ogre added, thoughtfully, "Actually it's quite good on toast."

The bearded Ogre Hunter swung torch at The Ogre’s face. "Back! Back, beast! Back! I warn ya!"

The Ogre simply raised an eyebrow before calmly licking his fingers and putting out his torch with a pinch and a smile.

"Right..." the Ogre Hunter dropped the extinguished torch.

The Ogre let loose an horrible and fearsome ear bursting roar directly into the faces of the cowering Ogre Hunters. Spit flew in their faces as their hair and hats were thrown back. They screamed in response as their torches extinguished as the roar continued. After a long moment, he stopped and wiped his mouth, but the Hunters continued to scream; when they finally stopped they looked like their wits had long been scared out of them.

The Ogre leaned in and whispered to them as the crickets and other hidden wildlife in the night went on in the silence. "This is the part where you run away..."

With a yelp they immediately dropped all their pitchforks and weapons and bolted out of the swamp as the Ogre chortled to himself. The bowl cut Ogre Hunter tripped but kept running in desperation.

The Ogre laughed whole heartily and yelled after the retreating party. "And stay out!"

A piece of paper they must’ve left behind caught his attention. He picked it up, and saw that it had the face of a solemn elf with a green leaf hat and white beard. There were bags of gold drawn around it, but no explicit price was given, just the word, “Reward” written in red. Above it he read, "Wanted: Fairy Tale Creatures...".

He realized they had wanted to capture him for the reward money. He looked towards the fleeing villagers in disgust and shook his head, throwing the paper to the ground as he went back inside to spend the rest of the night in peace.

The next day, as part of his new plan to get people to leave him alone, The Ogre set up some new new signs, even farther from his home. Just as he was setting up his last one (it had a green skull with the words ‘Keep Out!’ in the pupils), something ran into his butt.

The Ogre turned around to face what appeared to be a terrified mini-donkey.

Someone yelled, "He's getting away! Get him!" and the sounds of guards in armor scared the little donkey into hiding behind The Ogre. "This way! Turn!"

The local Captain of the Guard and his men ran up, stopping when they all saw the tall Ogre who stood before them. "You there... Ogre" The Captain grabbed a scroll his waist

"Aye?" Was The Ogre’s reply, hands on his hips and now seemingly irritated that his day was once again involving contact with humans.

"By the order of Lord Farquaad... I am authorized to place you both under arrest and transport you to a designated resettlement... facility...?" The Captain's voice was shaking and nervous due to the face that the Ogre was walking towards him slowly, now standing right in front of him as a deafening silence fell.

"Oh really?" He asked, leaning down so he was face to face with the Captain. "You and what army?" He asked as his teeth glittered with a smile, glancing behind him.

The Captain turned around to see what was once left of his men as their halberds fell down and a shield spun around onto the ground like a coin. He turned back to the Ogre; the mini-donkey smiled as the Captain took his men's example and made a run for it.

Now that confrontation is over with, the Ogre shook his head and walked away; but the mini-donkey had nowhere else to go and decided to follow his accidental savior. He trotted behind him.

"Can I say something to you?" He asked with the Ogre walking on. "Listen, you were really, really, really somethin' back here. Incredible!"

Now fully irritated, The Ogre turned around. "Are you talkin' to..." The Ogre saw no one else, just the ground lit by the sunlight within the forest of the tall trees. The voice was clearly gone. "Me?" He blinked and shrugged, turning before giving out a startled yell as the Donkey now stood before him.

"Yes I was talkin' to you. Can I tell you that you was great back here? Those guards! They thought they were all of that. Then you showed up and bam!" The little donkey caught up to The Ogre before getting up onto his hoofs in front of The Ogre and made a martial arts move with his right hoof, stopping him again. "They were trippin' over themselves like babes in the wood. I loved seeing that, made me feel happy seeing that"

"Oh, that's great. Really." The Ogre sarcastically replied

"Man, it's good to be free!" The burrito declared as the Ogre turned to him.

"Now, why don't you go celebrate your freedom with own friends? Hmm?" He suggested, leaning down to the little donkey, before walking off again.

"But... I don't have any friends, and I'm NOT going out there by myself!" Exclaimed the creature. A flash of inspiration came to him. "Hey wait a minute, I got a great idea! I'll stick with you" Donkey returned happily to the Ogre, deaf to his annoyance. "You're a mean green fighting machine! With you, we'll scare the spit out of anybody who crosses us!"

The Ogre halted and regarded Donkey for a moment. Then seemingly out of the blue, he fully turned and gave off an all might roar right into the animal’s face; hoping this would scare him.

The mini-donkey just stared, now with an impressed look drawn on his face. "Oh, wow! That was really scary!"

The Ogre just frowned and stomped away.

"Now if that doesn’t work, your breath will certainly get the job done, 'cause you definitely need some Tic Tacs or something 'cause your breath STINKS!"

The Ogre continued walking, but then looked back when he didn’t hear the none-stop chatterbox for about five seconds, to his relief and hope that he lost the annoyance.

To his irritation and surprise, the donkey appeared looking down at him from above; atop of a fallen tree over The Ogre’s path.

"You almost burned the hair outta my nose, just like the time..."

The Ogre covered the donkey's mouth, muffling his little obnoxious tale. The donkey still did not shut up as he kept it held there; continuing to talk either way; The Ogre removed his hand. "Then I ate some berries, man I had some strong gasses leaking out of my butt that day!"

"WHY are you following me?!" The Ogre asked, losing patience; nothing could shut this donkey up and he just needed to get away right now.

"I'll tell you why!" The animal leaped off the tree as he followed the Ogre, before breaking out into obnoxious song. "Cause I'm all alone, there's no here beside meeeee." He stopped in front of the Ogre as he wiggled his butt, the Ogre's right eye was half closed and his left eye was twitching in madness as the mini-donkey continued. "My problems have all gone, there's no one to deride me... but you gotta have faith-"

"Stop singing!" The Ogre yelled, he grabbed the burrito by the ears and tail as he moved him out of his way. "It's no wonder you don't have any friends!"

"Wow, only a true friend would be that truly honest!" The small donkey claimed.

The Ogre only groaned "Listen, little donkey. Take a look at me: What am I?" He held out his arms and stood tall before him.

The burrito looked from the Ogre's shoes to his head, whose face looked irritated while he thought to himself. "Really tall?" was his first guess. The mini-donkey wasn’t sure what The Ogre was asking.

"No! I'm an Ogre, you know. ‘Grab your torch and Pitchforks!’ Doesn't that bother you?" He imitated an Ogre Hunter before asking.

Donkey shook his head

"Nope." came the response

"Really?" The Ogre was a bit surprised.

"Really, really" The creature happily assured.

"Oh," The Ogre was not too sure on what to say next.

"Man, I like you, what's your name?"

The Ogre looked a little surprised. For all his time living alone in the Swamp, no one had ever asked him of his name. He had always been The Ogre, not a true individual to the people around him.

"Uhh... Shrek." He replied after a moment, before continuing his walk home.

"Shrek?" Th little donkey echoed, seeing if he got it right before following the now and forever named Ogre himself. "Well, you know what I like about you Shrek? You got that kind of I-don't-care-what-nobody-thinks-of-me-thing I like that. I respect that Shrek. You all right."

He continued to follow Shrek up the hill as they came overhead across a small grassy meadow hill above that overlooked Shrek's Swamp. Donkey (for that was his name) stared looked at the scene before him.

"Whoa! Look at that. Who'd want to live in a place a like that?" He asked with a hint of disgust, mostly discomfort, in his voice.

"That... would be my home" Shrek claimed, his hands on his hips before heading down the other side of the hill.

Donkey could only blink in response, he had really put his hoof in it now. "Oh! And it is lovely! Just beautiful. You know you are quite a decorator. It's amazing what you've done with such a modest budget!"

Shrek only shook his head as he continued downwards.

"I like that boulder, that is a nice boulder." Donkey followed him down. He continued after Shrek once again and stopped in front of the three signs: "BEWARE OGRE", "STAY OUT" and "DANGER". Donkey took a look at each of them all and asked,"I guess you don't uh.. entertain that much do you?"

"I like my privacy." Shrek claimed as he kept walking to his front door, Donkey trotting after him.

"You know, I do too. That's another thing we have in common. Like I hate it when you got somebody in your face. You've trying to give them a hint and they won't leave. Then there's that big awkward silence you know?"

Shrek turned to face him, silently willing Donkey to understand that the creature had just described their exact situation.

"Can I stay with you?" Clearly Donkey did not receive the hint.

"Uh, what?"

"Can I stay with you, please?" He added in the magic word.

"Of course!" Shrek declared lightheartedly as he smiled.

"Really?" Donkey asked.

"No." Shrek bluntly denied.

"PLEASE! I don't wanna go back there! You know what it's like to be living like a freak!" Donkey reconsidered for a moment as he looked at the large green humanoid before him as he pushed Shrek onto his front door with his hooves. "Well, maybe you do. But that's why we gotta stick together! You gotta let me stay, please, please!" Donkey was getting hysterical.

"OKAY! Okay..." Donkey dropped to the floor as Shrek opened his door inwards as he gave his one little stipulation. "But one night only." He was about to enter before Donkey bolted in.

"Ah! Thank you!"

"What are you...?" Donkey leapt onto Shrek's crocodile skin recliner. "No, no!"

"This is gonna be fun! We can stay up late, swappin' manly stories and in the mornin," He trotted around on the chair before sitting down as he finished with: "I'm makin' waffles!"

"Oh!" Shrek groaned as he held his hands out, as though he was planning to strangle the noisy intruder.

Donkey looked around and asked him. "Where do, uh... I sleep?"

"Outside!" Shrek screamed irritably.

Donkey's ears drooped upon hearing that response. "Oh, well, I guess that's cool. I mean, I don't know you and you don't know me, so I guess outside is best, you know. Here I go." He sniffled as got off his recliner and walked out sadly,"Goodnight..." He told him as Shrek slammed the door on him.

The mini-donkey kept talking, of course. "You know, I do like the outdoors. I'm a Donkey. I was born outside. I'll just be sitting by myself outside, I guess, you know. By myself, outside!"

Shrek looked out before shaking his head and sighing to himself, walking away from the door to enjoy himself for the rest of the day as Donkey began singing the same annoyingsong again; although more sorrowfully.

"I'm all alone, there's no one here besides me..."

That night, as the cauldron hanging by chains over the firepit bubbled solemnly; Shrek was enjoying himself with a nice dinner while Donkey was locked outside of his home. He dropped a eye on a stick into his martini glass and slurped it down as he looked at his dinner before him. There was a slug with orange eyes, what appeared to be green grapes, a jar of eyes, spice, worm stuffed pumpkin and a nice large piece of cooked skinless meat on his plate.

These were the times he enjoyed the most out of his solitary life, he was home, nice and warm and he wasn't bothered by anyone at all. Though he had to pause and glance at his front door. Shrek had ... mixed feelings about his new acquaintance. He talked WAY too much, but he was also the first person in a very long time to actually treat Shrek like a person.

He shook his head and sighed, scooting in further to his table as he felt that there was just something missing from the layout of the table. The man he figured out what ir was. He brought his hand to his ear and started to pull hard and painfully as the earwax built up came out like a spear and placed it atop a candle platform; lighting the wick made of ear hair afterwards with a match. Now he can enjoy his meal alone.

The same could not be said for Donkey, who peeked sadly into the window before making his way back to the front door. He laid down as he smiled bittersweetly and went to sleep at his new friend's doorstep.

Shrek continued to eat and enjoy his meal until the sound of his door creaking interrupted his silence.

He put his fork and knife on the table as he got up. "I thought I told you to stay outside." He was hoping to shove Donkey back outside, if that was what had come in.

"I am outside." Donkey’s voice came from the window.

In confusion, Shrek turned and saw a shadow move across the wall. Who was now moving around near his table? He returned and observed it. Everything was normal underneath the table, but then he heard voices from above.

"Well, gents, it's a farcry from the farm, but what choice do we have?" A blind mouse asked, tripping over Shrek's fork.

"It's not home, but it'll do just fine!" The second of the blind mice knocked over the jar full of eyeballs, spilling out the contents.

"What a lovely bed" The third of the blind mice was bouncing on the Slug, Shrek immediately caught him.

"Got ya!" However it escaped his grasp.

"I found some cheese" the third mouse said, biting Shrek's left ear.

"OW!" He cried in pain, grabbing at the mouse again who was now on his other shoulder.

"Blah! Awful stuff!" The tiny rodent jumped down onto the spoon and inadvertently launched a piece of gravy towards Shrek's left eye, which he wiped away immediately.

"Is that you Gordon?" One of them asked.

"How did you know?" A different one asked back.

"Enough!" Shrek grabbed all three of them by the tail, flipping the wooden spoon off the left side of the table as he turned his back and demanded angrily.

"What are you doing in my house?" The dinner on his table was then violently shoved off and Shrek's back was hit with an gold and glass fashioned coffin, labeled, ‘Here lies Snow White, under the curse by the Poison Apple infected by the Sleeping Death curse’.

"Hey!" He turned and saw the Seven Dwarves, one of the waved at Shrek.

"Oh, no, no, no. Dead broad OFF the table!" He shoved her coffin back to the Dwarves

"Where are we supposed to put her? The Bed's taken!" They shoved the coffin back to him.

"Huh?" Shrek stopped short. He hurried to his bed and opened the curtain separating the rooms and gasped. There laid comfortably and in grandmother's clothing, was a wolf of all creatures.

"What?" The Wolf asked irritably.

Shrek was now on the verge of rage, he dragged the Wolf out of bed and held him in the air through his house as the Seven Dwarves made themselves comfortable.

"I live in a swamp, I put up signs! I'm a terrifying Ogre!" He shoved his door open outwards. "What do I have to do to get a little privacy?!" He screamed as he threw the Wolf out of his house.

Then he saw a sight that would haunt him forever. "Oh no... oh no!" Shrek bellowed.

His Swamp. His lovely, silent, peaceful Swamp was no longer the way he intended it to be. It was now swarming with many, many Fairytale Creatures; many, many beings now living in his precious Swamp. Even the old woman brought her entire shoe to his Swamp, with many children running around. Tents were set up, fairies roamed around in the air, Pinocchio and a short yellow elf with a cone shaped hat were arguing and many people were conversing with each other.

“No!" A witch flew past him. "NO!" He screamed out, three more witches came zooming past him and Shrek had to jump for cover as they came flying down with elves helping them land.

"Wha?" Shrek turned his head to the side with the old woman hanging her clothes with a child and two other children pushing each other.

"Hey, don't push!" A girl in the blue shrieked.

The Pied Piper in red was calling over rats with his flute while many other Fairytale Creatures were waiting in line towards Shrek's Outhouse.

In the meantime, Papa and Baby Bear were sitting by the fire, the latter upset and being comforted by his father; no Mama Bear in sight, as many other Fairytale Creatures warmed themselves up by the fire before them. Elves, Lepricons, Dwarves, Fairies, Witches, Pigs, Wolves, a Unicorn and any Fairytale Creature you can think of were all there in Shrek's Swamp; shattering his peace.

"What are you doing in my Swamp?!" Shrek roared out as he got up, his voice echoed all over the sound of his Swamp; everyone and everything came an abrupt half as it was followed by screams and gasps. The Dwarves who held bowls to be fed with soup from the cauldron by the witch dropped them, the three fairies of Sleeping Beauty flew in the tent to hide and two Dwarves ducked out of sight and appeared holding each other out of fear behind a branch.

Shrek wasn't going to have all this; he eyed everyone and began to walk to some Elves and Dwarves. "Alright, get out of here. All of you, move it! Come on! Let's go! Hapaya! Hapaya! Hey! Quickly, come on!" He shooed them all backwards but some of the Dwarves and fairies ran into his home as Shrek turned back. "No, no! No, no. Not there, not there!" He ran after them as they slammed the door on him and a little green fairy, the door now unable to open despite his best efforts.

He stopped and turned to face the large group before them, especially on Donkey.

"Hey don't look at me, I didn't invite them!" Donkey replied.

"Oh, gosh, no one invited us" Pinocchio confirmed.

"What?!" Shrek came over, demanding to know what happened.

"We were forced to come here" He told the Ogre.

"By who?" He was flabbergasted until one of the Three Pigs told him.

“Lord Farquaad. He huffed and he puffed and he... signed an eviction notice." His brothers nodded in agreement.

"Alright. Who knows where this Farquaad guy is?" Shrek asked.

Everyone looked around at each other with no answer, until Donkey answered. "Oh, I do. I know where he is!"

"Does anybody ELSE know where to find him? Anyone at all?" Shrek was desperate to not to go with Donkey of all people.

"Me! Me!" Donkey tried to get his attention, jumping comically into the air. Baby Bear held his paw up, but was stopped by his father.

"Anyone?" Big Bad Wolf and a Green Wizard pointed to each other while Donkey continued

"Oh! Oh, pick me! Oh, I know! I know! Me, me!"

"Okay... fine." He reigned himself to being annoyed; Shrek knew that he would either go with Donkey or risk asking a human. "Attention, all Fairytale... things. Do not get comfortable, your welcome is officially worn out. In fact, I'm going to see this guy Farquaad right now and get you all off my land and back where you came from!" He pointed to the left before the entire crowd went wild.

Shrek shook his head and groaned before walking, four birds draping him in a flower cloak. "Doh!" He swatted them away as he sharply pointed directly at Donkey. "You. You're comin' with me" He told him darkly as he shoved the cape off him and started walking, the birds returning and dropping a flower crown on his head.

"Alright, that's what I like to hear man: Shrek and Donkey, two stalwart friends, off on a whirlwind big-city adventure. I love it!" Donkey rushed after the ogre.

Shrek tried to grab torch from a Dwarf while walking. He refused to let go, so Shrek simply shook him and then dropped the dwarf into the water where the dwarf resurfaced moments later.

"On the road again, sing it with me, Shrek. I can't to get on the road again!"

“What did I say about singing?" Shrek sharply turned to Donkey and grabbed his flower crown before throwing it off of him. They crossed a log that bridged the area between Shrek’s little island and the rest of the swamp.

"Can I whistle?" Donkey asked.

"No."

"Can I hum it?"

"Alright, hum it."

Donkey continued to hum ‘On the Road Again’ while Shrek

focused on the road ahead.

The two heroes marched off into the woodlands while being waved off by all creatures.

Art Explanation

So, it’s obvious I copied the title from the movie! It sure did make my life easier!

And I used a lot of references for my pictures. I hoped to make them true to the movie as possible.

The second picture is possibly my favorite, although I didn’t enjoy drawing all the scenery. It isn’t my specialty.

The third picture was fun! I remember being very jealous of Shrek’s belch power when I was little, lol.

To be honest, the fourth picture was my least favorite. It felt too busy.

The fifth picture is my other favorite, because it has Donkey!

The last picture was hard, for sure. I wanted to ge their reflections right, and not make the background look too crappy. It’s hard to adapt things from such a dark scene. But I think it turned out alright, although the scaling is a little funny :).

So, I was hoping to not have to write out these scenes myself, because it’s ten whole minutes of a movie and let me tell you, it’s hard to do from scratch. Luckily, I found a version, which I’ve left a link for below. I just polished it a bit.

Anyways, I hope you’ve enjoyed!

SOURCE

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/450448/1/Shrek-Adaptation

#shrek #shrek 20th anniversary #shrek twentieth anniversary #win a commission #wac

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girlofmanyfandoms · 4 years

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The Angel and The Siren

A/n: Based off of anon prompt that I’ll post separately so y’all can see that! Ily anon, that prompt was just *chef’s kiss*. Also I got a lotta stuff to do, so idk if this is good or not (it’s not)-

Word count: 2000

Warnings: idk mate, executive dysfunction kicked in and this happened

Writing taglist: @everyonehasthoughts @imaramennoodle @bookwyrminspiration @holesinmyfalseconfidence @percabetn @an-absolute-travesty @linhamon-roll @holesinmyfalseconfidence @linhamon2 @a-lonely-tatertot @loverofallthingssmart @vibing-in-the-void @clearlykeefitz

Linh dozed off to the side before jolting back to life. Marella shot her a concerned look, but she waved it off to the side. She had to fight through this. Sophie’s lips were moving, but all she heard was the distant calls of the wind mixing with the cries of dawn. Off in the distance, she saw a flareodon glide from the forest to the ocean, it’s beak gracing the water just enough to cause a beautiful rippling effect. Yet still, the colors blended and blended together, the world nothing but a watercolor painting fading away.

“Linh!”��

“I’m alive,” she blurted out.

“Yeah, I almost couldn’t tell,” Tam muttered, grunting as he helped her up from her near-fall. “You nearly passed out.”

“I’m fine,” Linh reassured him, putting a great deal of her weight on her brother’s shoulder. “I just... need a breath of fresh air.”

“You should probably head home,” Tam suggested, though it was obvious he was restraining himself. “I’ll update you when I get there.”

Linh had an amused look playing on her face. “Tam, I’ll be alright, I’m just tired. I’ll take a walk and see how I feel, okay?”

“But-”

“I’ll go with her,” Marella offered eagerly. She flushed, and began to correct herself. “Just to make sure she’s safe.”

Linh’s face lit up and she grabbed her hand, grinning from ear to ear. Her guardian angel had arrived. “We’ll be safe!” Marella called before dragging Linh out of the house and down the porch of the vacation home.

They drew closer together, Linh examining Marella’s features in full. Oh, she was an angel alright. Her eyes held a sort of fiery determination that dared anyone to approach her, yet showed the upmost sympathy for those who struggled like her. For those who were weak and beaten down before they were strong and built up. Sunlight cascaded onto her, making her blonde locks swirl through the air like flames from a newly made campfire, warming everyone around her. Like a halo.

Marella blushed and glanced to the side. “Is there something on my face?” Linh shook her head and leaned on her a bit, pulling her into a side hug as they approached the shoreline of the tropical island hideout. “You just have a pretty one.”

Marella scoffed. “You’re talking?”

“Yeah, I am.” Linh waded into the water, letting the tides bring her underwater, just to the point where her face was above water level, hair floating around her like thin sheets of sea foam. She sat up slowly, and started swimming farther from shore, stopping to beckon Marella. Follow me, the gesture called. The beautiful siren waited patiently, a strand of hair in her face with her head at a slight tilt making her look both shy and innocent, and sly but deadly. The angel was entranced, so she kicked off her boots and followed without hesitation.

When Marella got close enough, Linh held her by the waist, ordering the water to surround them like walls. She pulled Marella close and guided her in a sort of slow dance, letting the tides carry them. Linh’s movement were fluid, and Marella followed her lead, trying to focus on mimicking her movements rather than her heart threatening to explode in her chest.

Deep breaths, she thought to herself. She’s just doing this to keep Tam and the others off her back. Linh hummed, resting her forehead on Marella’s shoulder. “I wish there was something we could do about this.”

Marella panicked. She couldn’t have meant what she thought, or rather hoped, she meant. “This meaning...”

She broke their link, bobbing up and down with the waves, gesturing around her in a vague, fragmented manner. “All of this. The Neverseen, the Treaty with the other Intelligent Species, my parents, the matchmaking system. Everything. I didn’t ask for this. I just wanted to live my life, just like everyone else. But now the adults are cowards and force a group of teenagers, two of which were banished from their society for years, to save the world. I just-” She paused, her voice cracking as she looked towards the sky to blink back tears. “I just want to be a kid. Is that too much to ask?”

Even Linh, with her sweet and innocent front, was breaking. She was crushed, and broken, and in pain, and it tore Marella’s heart into pieces. “I’m so sorry. I-if you don’t mind me asking, what was that like? Like, what happened before you got banished?”

“I was a kid,” Linh smiles sadly in reminiscence. “An unhappy one, but a kid nevertheless. But when I got to Exillium... I became a monster.”

“You’re no monster.” Marella frowned. “And didn’t the group say that they feared ‘The Shade’ because he was protecting ‘The Hydrokinetic’?”

She chuckled in response. “That’s what they wanted you to think. The others were scared of Tam, definitely, but not before they were scared of me, and not for the same reason.”

Marella raised her eyebrows, daring to swim a little closer and lean on her a bit. “Care to elaborate?”

“I guess it would help to let something out.” Linh bit her lip in thought. “And... if there’s anyone I would want to tell first, it’d be you.”

She breathed for a moment, her action syncing with the swells of the ocean. “I got banished a week after the floods. We were going to Councillor Terik to see if there was any potential that would ‘save us from our fate.’ Terik said that he wanted us to meet with Quinlin and Livvy first, to view our records and check if we had any medical issues. We also had to go shopping for clothes, makeup, accessories, anything to make the two of us look different, like we were born separately. But since we both manifested relatively young, and we hadn’t gotten into Foxfire yet, we couldn’t control ourselves.”

“And that’s when the flood happened?”

“No,” she laughed. “If it were that simple, we wouldn’t have been banished. No, what happened was a combination of neglect, stress, panic, and misfortune.”

“So...”

“So something wasn’t supposed to be there, and we freaked out, and our powers crashed together and ripped the barrier open even further than it was getting.”

“It was already breaking?” Marella asked.

“It was old,” Linh shrugged, though from the way she was examining her damp clothes for lint, it was clear that the siren had told a white lie. She crossed her arms and looked down, presumably in guilt and shame, though most likely to fight off the wisps of pain and trauma that clung to her with a vengeance, like a ghost of who she once was.

The angel was conflicted, but decided to take up her own strategy. She extended her hand. “Let’s get farther away from here. See what the jungle has to offer.”

Linh hesitantly accepted it, the walls descending slowly, soon at peace with the rest of their surroundings. A pulsing of emotions ran through her, a symphony from a past life. It confused her, but despite the vapor clouding her mind, she was able to make one clear thought.

Her hands fit perfectly in mine. Linh shook her head vigorously to clear it of those irrational ideas. She’d learned the hard way what getting close to someone cost. “What are you thinking then?”

“You said you’re stressed, right? Like you can’t be free?”

She nodded, eyes narrowing.

“Let me show you what freedom looks like.” Marella let Linh guide the two of them to shore, releasing all of the water trapped in their clothes and hair back into the environment. Doing an awkward hop to get her boots back on, she raced into the jungle, using her momentum to launch herself onto the nearest tree, managing to get her arms around the lowest branch. She swung her body up and let one arm hold her, using her other hand to aid her in letting out an ear-piercing summoning whistle.

In a moment, the flareodon that had been circling the island landed on Marella’s arm like a hawk. Marella waved Linh over as it preened. “See? He’s free to go wherever he likes and do whatever he likes when he wants to do it; he’s got no calls of the sea binding him to a workbench and no looming duties of the hearth to dedicate his life to. And what does that make him?”

“A freelancer.”

“Free, Linh. That’s the key word. He’s free. And you will be too. You just have to have faith.”

“I wish I had that.” She sunk down against the tree opposite to hers, fiddling with a ridiculously large leaf that had fallen from a nearby plant. “And maybe there is some for you. But I’m a twin, and a previously banished one at that, and my life will be dictated by some stupid matchmaker trying to match me up with a stupid ‘powerful’ man that I’ll never love!”

The flareodon was startled by the quick escalation of her volume and took off. Marella, however, drew closer. “Is there a reason you know that you’ll never love that man?”

Quit the wishful thinking Marella! But still, her heart held hope.

“It’s based purely off of genetics,” she whispered, her voice betraying her.

“Linh, come on, I know it’s something deeper,” Marella insisted, bringing the girl to her feet. She diverted her eyes, refusing to even look up. “Answer me, please.”

“You know, you’ve got a lot of fire in your soul, Mare,” Linh murmured. “It’s admirable. But I think back and I analyze and there’s not a single thing like that about me. All I do is pretend to be an innocent little girl just to drag people down with me. There’s nothing admirable about that.”

“Hey, no one talks about my Linh like that, got it?”

My Linh? their minds screamed in unison. On one end, Marella’s cringe scorched at the edges of her mind. On the other, Linh was drowning in the overwhelming feeling she never dared to feel. Hope. Yet again, in the distance, she heard the wind throwing itself upon the raging waves. Though they weren’t raging anymore. They were systematically crashing together, a docile beat not so foreign to her combining with the whistling of the tree leaves to form the melody she longed to sing all along. Home. This is it. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable-”

Linh tossed her leaf to the side, standing up with newfound confidence. “You didn’t. You don’t have to apologize for anything. In fact, I should thank you.”

Marella laughed nervously. “There’s nothing to thank me for.” She looked around for a change of topic. “It’s getting late, you should head home. Tam said he’d check up on you, he’ll get worried if you’re not there.”

“Tam worries no matter what.” Linh shook it off. “And besides, I don’t want to go home alone. I like... being around you.”

“I like being around you too,” Marella flushed. She glanced to the side and picked up a fallen hibiscus that was still intact, quickly braiding it into Linh’s hair. “There. Now you can have a piece of me wherever you go.”

Linh smiled sweetly, pulling Marella’s collar towards her and pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. “I think I’d rather have all of you,” she breathed softly, before stepping back and holding her crystal up to the Sun.

“Thanks, babe!” she called, a smirk proving her pride as she stepped into the light.

Marella touched her cheek, in shock from the confession, as goosebumps travelled up her arms. Her other hand frantically searched her pockets for her leaping crystal. Biting her lip, she glanced to the side, having to squint as the sun began its journey to the other side of the world. Surely the crew wouldn’t mind if she slipped away too. Besides, there was something more important. The siren called.

#*bouncing up and down* didja like it?#probably not #but i can dream ☺️#Cade’s writing #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #marella redek #linh song #tam song #marellinh #linh x marella #linhella

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ericsonclan · 3 years

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A Rather Slimy Present

Summary: Clementine isn't sure if she'll ever see that strange boy again when all of the sudden he reappears.

Word Count: 1000+

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After the bizarre encounter Clementine and Prisha had experienced the other day, the pair went into their second day at Fenrell Cove not knowing exactly what to expect. Would the mysterious, strangely silent swimmers be back for another visit or were they gone for good? With no way to know, both girls set about continuing their research, Clementine with her trusty notebook and Prisha with her older backup camera since her favorite camera that had fallen into the water yesterday was disassembled and still drying on the boat in hopes that it could be saved.

Returning to the point where they had run into the strange pair of swimmers the day before, Clementine surveyed the water in hopes of seeing the same pale green leaf that had drawn her attention the first day. No, not a leaf, it must be attached to some sort of animal. Whatever animal that was, it and its camouflage had moved on to calmer waters since Clementine could not find the bit of faux foliage anywhere. Setting aside that endeavor for now, Clementine instead circled round the shoreline to another section of the cove to investigate further and perhaps to move out of earshot of Prisha’s constant grumbling over the shoddy quality of her current equipment and her threats should she ever come across those two nincompoops again.

Passing a small clump of bushes she had only fleetingly explored the other day, Clementine headed to an isolated section of the cove, one banked by a cave wall that joined with it to form a sort of cozy grotto directly by the shoreline. Taking a seat in the soft sand just inches from the water, Clementine began compiling notes about what she observed around her. Though crystal clear, the surface of the water kept hidden whatever species dwelt beneath its currents. It must be that there was a sudden drop off here instead of the usual shallows that would lead into further depths. Perhaps this would be a good entry point for her and Prisha in the scuba portion of their investigation.

Jotting this down, Clementine’s focus turned skyward. The portion of the cove she was currently in was also still within the cave. The setup somewhat reminded Clementine of how the inside of Skull Island looked in the old Peter Pan film: there was the enclosed intimacy of the cave walls but the amount of light let in through the immense entrance meant that nothing about this portion of the cove felt cold or dreary. It was a pleasant, secluded place. Perhaps that supported some of the theories she and Prisha had read about Fenrell Cove, that it at one time was the site of religious rituals for islanders from distant shores that were now long gone.

Or were they? Was it possible that the strange boy and girl they had encountered might in fact be familiar with the cove or even residents? Could that explain their total bewilderment with the English language? No, that was crazy. It was like Prisha had said (again and again in her impassioned rant last night) – they must have been tourists on an ocean cruise who had swum out and found the cove by happenstance, nothing more.

A disturbance in the water suddenly drew Clementine’s attention to its surface. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw what had caused it. There before her was the same boy from yesterday, smiling brightly at her. His dreads dripped droplets onto the surface of the water as he drew nearer, his eyes locked with hers. Setting aside her notebook, Clementine moved closer to speak with him. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again,”

He had no reaction to her words, simply staring steadily at her, his eyes large and bright with interest.

“That was pretty shitty what happened to my friend because of you,” Clementine attempted again. “You pretty much wrecked her best camera. I think you owe her an apology,”

Still no response. The young man was as silent as ever, though his focus had shifted from her face to her legs which were tucked beside Clementine as she sat on the sand. Clementine glanced at her legs. There was nothing weird about what she was wearing unless cargo pants were considered an unforgivable fashion faux pax. Was he actually looking at her notebook behind her? Clementine moved to grab it but lifting it up in the air to share with him did nothing to draw his focus away. Her legs did look pretty scratched up. Perhaps that was it?

Clementine ran a finger along a particularly lengthy scratch. “They got sort of banged up yesterday. Some of it’s from when I lunged forward to save Prisha, but the rocks around here are pretty fucking slippery so I fell down a lot more after that. Some of these are permanent too, just left over from other expeditions. Like this one-” Clementine paused, looking over at the boy again. He was listening to every word she said with rapt attention, but it was clear none of it was getting through to him. “You don’t know English?”

A few small squeaks came out of his mouth. He looked at Clementine expectantly. Was that a… language? He did seem to be trying to communicate.

Unsure what else to do, Clementine squeaked back a couple times.

The young man’s nose wrinkled in confusion. Whatever that sound she had made was, it was apparently nonsense. Suddenly he dove down, disappearing deep below the water. Clementine leaned over to try to spot him but couldn’t see anything. Had she offended him somehow? She truly hoped not. Clementine continued to wait, watching the surface of the water for any sign of movement. Nothing. How long was he going to stay under there? It had already been about a minute, which Clementine was ashamed to admit was her limit.

She hadn’t been able to spot him or the girl emerging from the water either. Did that mean they’d stayed underwater till she and Prisha had walked away? Intrigued, Clementine started up the timer on her wristwatch. Either he’d emerge within the next few minutes somewhere within eyesight or there were secret tunnels within the cave’s waters that allowed him to disappear and surface elsewhere.

Three minutes passed. Then five. Then ten. Clementine had been watching the shoreline the entire time. Either he was the fastest swimmer ever and had crossed the length of the cave to reach the exterior of the cove without her seeing or Clementine’s underwater tunnel theory was correct. Either way, he seemed long gone for the day. Letting out a small sigh, Clementine picked up her notebook to return to her work. Then a bright chirp came from in front of her. Glancing back up, Clementine felt her jaw go slack in shock. “What the-”

The mystery boy was before her once more but this time instead of the slippery minnow that had fallen from his mouth the first time they met there was a full-sized fish wriggling within his toothy grasp. Letting out another short trill, the boy leaned forward and spat the fish out upon the shore, smiling at her proudly.

“What the fuck,” Clementine whispered in bewilderment. “Did-did you catch that? With your teeth?”

Seeming to pick up on her general gestures between him and the fish, the young man nodded, his chest swelling as he grinned with self-satisfaction. When he caught Clementine staring though, he suddenly grew self-conscious and looked away in embarrassment.

Clementine looked back over to the fish, still flopping on shore with desperate vigor. This wasn’t the sort of puny guppy you would catch on your first fishing trip and take photos with as you looked goofy in your bucket hat. This was the sort of fish you would brag about as the one that got away. And this strange young man had caught it… with his teeth.

The cruise ship passenger theory was completely out the window. But did that mean that Clementine’s native islander theory was their next best guess? This young man seemed completely unaware of the meaning of anything in English and was an incredibly proficient swimmer who seemed to know the ins and outs of this cove like the back of his hand. Would it be so crazy to think that the islanders that had been spoken of in ancient records hadn’t been wiped out but instead were merely forgotten by the rest of the world and continued with their lives as always?

Clementine gazed at the young man with intense curiosity. He met her eyes shyly, drifting closer to her. The freckles smattered across his chest and shoulders stood out upon his skin as it shone in the morning light. He was so close and just as curious of Clementine as she was of him. Trying to communicate, Clementine raised a hand and pressed it to her heart. “Thank you. I really appreciate the gift,”

The boy’s eyes brightened in joy as he recognized her thankfulness. Letting out a series of happy, short barks, he twirled round in the water again and again, enraptured by joy.

All of a sudden a rustling sound drew both of their attentions to the bush. The boy’s eyes widened in fright before he dove for cover under the water, disappearing once more into its deceptively clear depths.

“No, wait!” Clementine cried, but it was no use. He was already gone, and Clementine had a feeling that this time he wouldn’t return in just a matter of minutes.

Prisha emerged from the bushes, camera raised expectantly. Her expression fell when she saw Clementine’s face. “I scared it off, didn’t I? I was heading over this way and heard some sort of animal cry that sounded almost like a bottlenose dolphin. I tried to approach quietly enough to not arouse alarm, but it’s clear I was unsuccessful,”

Clementine shook her head. “It wasn’t an animal. It was him. The same boy we saw yesterday?”

“What?” Prisha’s brows knit together as she frowned. “I was sure he and that sour-faced companion of his would have been long gone by now. A cruise never stays in one place for long,”

“That’s the thing. I don’t think they’re with a cruise. Look what he brought me today. He caught this in his mouth,” Clementine gestured to the large fish now dead at her feet.

“In his mouth?! Surely you can’t be serious,”

“Look!” Clementine pointed to a series of indentations upon the scales. “See that? Those are teeth marks!”

“My stars…” Prisha leaned over the fish, gaping at it in bemusement. “What sort of manner of man would do such a thing?”

“Prisha,” Clementine’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper as she locked eyes with her friend. “I don’t think this island is uninhabited after all,”

#twdg #twdg clementine #twdg louis #twdg prisha #clouis #fanfic #mermaid cove au

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