#kindled!sid

[holy-puckslibrary]

just a lil firefighter!sid fluff for y'all :)

gif from @ehghtysevenarchive + per this ask and others

Surely, the chief of Canada's oldest fire department has more important things to do on a crisp morning, the last one preceding a fresh week, than this. He most definitely does. And, yes, Chief Crosby is known for his pragmatic approach to, well, everything.

But neither carries weight here—not when she calls.

Leaky faucet, dead car battery, unreachable spider... It doesn't matter. One ring, and he's rushing home. He can't pin-point when the pattern began, likely sometime shortly between the day you moved into town and his first off-day, but it's a routine he's come to enjoy despite the extra strain on both his schedule and his body; Sidney never thought sharing a property line could be so tedious or time-consuming.

He knows he shouldn't enjoy the distraction as much as he does. You aren't together, Sidney doesn't ever allow his imagination wander that far, but he can't help it. He can't help but help. He rarely turns down anyone in need, which has done wonders for his reputation within the community, but with you... With you, it's different, and embarrassingly so.

He doesn't have the words to explain it. Not that he needs to, it's written plainly across his face.

There's a reason you're regular fixtures in the town's gossip column.

When he arrives on scene—not ten minutes after his F-Series crawled down the gravel drive—Sidney shakes his head and laughs. Collecting his cell and his radio, he slips out of the truck, watching as you fret like a mother hen.

Still in your slippers, you're stood at the base of a decently-sized red spruce wedged between his yard and yours, your crumpled face angled up into the yellow-green needles. You're the very picture of worry, wringing your trembling hands and muttering to yourself.

A stray kitten caught in a tree, that's what's got you in a such a state.

"Well, this is a new one," he bellows in lieu of a greeting, slamming the door shut as his boots hit the ground.

Briefly, your glassy eyes dart in his direction. You're midway through your customary apology when he arrives at your side and quiets you, just as he always does.

"They're more than capable of holding down the fort for however long it takes to rescue our new friend, okay?"

"I know, but what if—"

"But nothing," Sidney huffs, and he dares to take you by the shoulders. And, externally, he ignores the way you shiver under his palms. "If I didn't think it was safe for me to step out for a couple of minutes, I wouldn't. You believe me, right?"

You nod, bottom lip pinched between your teeth.

"Good. Now, how 'bout you keep an ear on this," Sidney sets the clunky satellite radio in your hand, "—and I'll grab the ladder from the shed?"

He doesn't really need your help monitoring the channel, but he knows you'll feel better if you feel like you're doing something. Like him, you find comfort in your utility.

In less than a minute, Sidney re-emerges, rounding the corner with a ladder in hand. You're in the same spot, now fidgeting with the radio, anxiously dumping it from one palm to the other and back again. He follows your gaze to line up the simple equipment necessary for the rescue operation.

Sidney's heart swells as you quietly step forward to spot him.

Lucky for everyone, the ball of orange fur is on the branch nearest to the ground. Sidney needs only to step up onto the first wrung to safetly coax the frightened creature into his waiting hands, he's back on the ground not long after.

He gives the kitten a gentle parting scratch under the chin, then transfers the purring fluff to you. The soft bundle takes to you immediately, nuzzling into your chest like that's where it wanted to be all along.

"I think he likes you," Sidney observes with a cheek-numbing grin.

Your lips are tipped up at the end and there's fan of happiness rooting itself around your eyes. Your mouth opens to reply, but before the words come—

"Well, would you look at this?"

Across the quiet street and a few houses to the left sits an audience of two. Both of which are now cooing as loudly as two ladies in their sixties can manage. Coffee cups in one hand and their cellphones propped up in the other, they fawn over the two of you as if it's live theater.

Sidney curses their sons, who he'd completed the explorer program with as teens, for enabling this technological torture.

"Smile, you two! Oh, Denise is just going to eat this up," one of them, a spitfire in a 4'11 frame by the name of Mrs. Bouchard, exclaims to her co-conspirator, Ms. Johnston.

Then, to no one's surprise and Sid's chagrin, they giddily type out their respective messages to the local paper's equally-nosy editor-in-chief.

"Looks like we're front-page news again," you hum bashfully.

The tabby mewls in your arms. You curl into the little bundle of fur, lips landing between its delicate ears.

Sid studies you in his periphery as he slips in and out of heady contemplation, ultimately deciding he doesn't mind as much as he once did. "That we are..."

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[beggingwolf]

Omfg I am the anon who wrote u the sid mario ask and let me just say .. I am still in your walls begging for some sid mario messed up power dynamic

Hello dearest anon!! I am so glad you are still around 💞 I do enjoy the juiciness of a raunchy, "oh is this ... is this wrong" story about them. the dynamics are just so easily written!!!

[everybodyshusband]

stargazing

mushy may ; day twenty !! (approx. 1k words)

read under the cut or on ao3 :)

@forlorn-crows is your mushy may 2023 still good for late april of 2024 ? asking for a uhhh... a friend...

The campfire in between the pair crackles gently, greedily eating up the kindling the two quintessence ghouls had deposited onto it once they’d arrived at this spot. Aether had argued—good-naturedly of course—that the campfire would impede on his and Aeon’s ability to see the constellations he was trying to teach them. One look into Aeon’s pleading eyes and a sly “but I’m cold, Aeth…” whispered by the new quint had shut his argument down instantly; he couldn’t say no to a face like that. And so that is where the two of them find themselves: bundled up in winter coats with heavy blankets wrapped around their shoulders, a pot of hot chocolate boiling away over the campfire and another blanket spread out beneath them prepped and ready for stargazing.

Aeon must admit, when Aether had suggested waking up in the middle of the night to stargaze, they had been more than hesitant. In theory it sounded incredible, but it’s almost winter and the nights are frigid, even inside the Abbey’s walls; they didn’t want to imagine how cold it would be if they weren’t bundled up under a mountain of blankets. Luckily for Aether, he knows how to wrangle his ghouls out of bed and it’s as simple and promising warm cuddles, mugs of hot drinks and the view of a rare, once-in-a-human-lifetime meteor shower. It wasn’t even the meteor shower that convinced Aeon. The promise of snuggling up with Aether under a blanket in any situation was more than enough to rouse them from their sleep when he’d come into their room and shaken their shoulder, gently laughing at them for sleeping through the alarm they’d set for themselves.

Now that they’re both here though, Aeon can’t stop the beginnings of boredom creeping its way in as they wait for the meteor shower to make its way across the sky. “Aether,” they start, sighing dramatically when they’re met with no response. “Aeth!”

The elder quintessence ghoul snorts and gasps as he’s woken suddenly from his accidental nap. “Hmm, what?”

Aeon cackles. “Nothing, old man, you go back to your nap.”

“No, no,” Aether presses. “What is it?”

They sigh quietly, melting into Aether’s side. “I’m bored, Aeth.”

“What?!” Aether exclaims. “There’s a whole universe above you, Ae, how can you be bored?”

“Well, my guide to the universe fell asleep and ventured into his own before he could teach me about this one,” they tease, prodding Aether’s chest with their finger and giggling at the bewildered expression his face contorts into as Aeon flicks his nose after he looks down at their finger.

Aether shakes his head, amused. “Alright, alright,” he concedes. “I’ll teach you, with pleasure.” The last part of his sentence is spoken with such beautiful sass that Aeon can’t help but press forward and wrap their arms around the elder quint’s shoulders. They can’t help it, still new enough up top that their emotions escape in short, intense bursts that call for action rather than the slow, steady streams the rest of the pack experience. But Aether says they’ll learn and Aeon believes him, he’s been nothing but kind and welcoming to them and Aurora since the two of them climbed Up Top together.

“Hello? Earth to Aeon?” A hand waves across their line of sight. “Now who’s off in their own universe, huh?” The corners of Aether’s eyes crinkle as he grins, his hands ruffling Aeon’s hair as they slowly meld back with reality.

“Yes!” They flop down onto the ground, resting their head on the pillows Aether had the foresight to bring with them to maximise comfort while stargazing. “Teach me about the universe, oh, great sky master.”

Aether laughs as he lowers himself down next to them. “You know,” he starts. “Aether is a god in Greek mythology. Lots of sources say different things, but some say he’s the god of light and the upper sky.” Aeon turns their head to the side to watch Aether as he talks. He’s a vision in the starlight, hair shimmering ever so slightly and hands coming alive as he talks. “I’ve always liked that, y’know. It doesn’t really fit with the whole idea of this place but I like to imagine my namesake sitting up there amongst the stars, keeping an eye out for everyone down here.” He turns his head to look at Aeon and his eyes light up as he realises they’ve been looking at him the whole time. He takes their hand in his and Aeon swears they can feel the tips of their fingers spark when they make contact. “Oh, hi.” The crinkles around his eyes are back and he’s gorgeous in the moonlight.

“Hi.” They feel like they’ve been rendered speechless by Aether’s ardor for the stars.

“You want me to keep talking? I can teach you some constellations if you’d like.”

“Yes please,” Aeon breathes, feeling for all the world as if they’re pinned down under Aether’s gaze but somehow it’s not a bad thing, nor is it the same feeling that they get when Dewdrop does the same thing. In fact, they quite like the way it makes them feel.

Aether practically giggles in happiness at Aeon’s plea. “Oh, thank you! You lay back and listen, yeah? I’ll tell you everything you need to know.”

Aeon knows that later on Aether will jokingly test them on everything he’s telling them right now, but the sparkle in his eyes and the way his hands are dancing across the dark backdrop of the night sky as he talks about his deepest passion are enough to keep Aeon occupied. No matter how hard they try to pay attention to Aether’s voice, it keeps getting drowned out by the excitement in his tone and the excited twitch his leg makes against theirs as he explains a sky crab and a… frying pan in the sky? Yeah, they’re definitely not paying enough attention. No matter, there are always other nights to drag the elder quintessence ghoul out of bed for another tutoring session. In fact, Cirrus said tomorrow night is supposed to be free from clouds, maybe they can start then.

[cobrakatharsis]

johnny lost his childhood stuffed toy when he was twelve.

it was a lion plush his mother had bought for him, some time soon after he was born. when he was very young, she’d said it was because he’d had this little wild tuft of baby blond hair, like a lion’s mane, and in part too it had reminded her of his father’s hair. wild and golden. so, a lion. his name was lionel, at first - his mother had named him, but johnny as he learnt to talk couldn’t quite pronounce the name, so it was “ryan” then, based off of his slurred pronunciation.

lionel-ryan was his best friend. his only friend, really. a classic comfort item, held tight throughout every argument he heard, sometimes through the walls and sometimes right in front of him. cuddled through everything he shouldn’t have witnessed, and all the money troubles, and all of his mother’s nights spent drunk and crying, and his father leaving, and moving to a strange new place with a man johnny didn’t like and who didn’t particularly like johnny either.

after the first time sid broke one of johnny’s toys - tore apart an action figure he’d tripped over after johnny had left it on the floor - he learnt to keep lionel-ryan hidden away in his bedroom.

sid still knew, though. and when johnny brought forth his argument, age twelve, to start taking karate lessons - join cobra kai - sid looked hard at johnny. “if you’re grown up enough for karate,” he’d said, “then you’re far too grown up for stuffed toys. don’t you think?”

and he’d made johnny go and get lionel-ryan, pulling him out from where he’d been tucked carefully into johnny’s neatly-made bed. he’d told johnny that he could take karate in exchange for proving he was mature enough for it, proving this wasn’t another passing interest of a child, proving that johnny was grown up now, and the way to do that was by giving up his silly ugly bear.

(sid always called lionel-ryan a bear. johnny learnt to stop correcting him.)

johnny had thought about kreese, about what he wanted from johnny and what johnny wanted from himself too, and he’d agreed. and though he’d cried as sid tossed the stuffed animal into the fireplace and lit it like kindling, made johnny stand there and watch the fur burn until there was nothing recognisable left, he’d let johnny join cobra kai.

like most things about johnny’s life, daniel learns this far too late. it’s one of their late night conversations, when it’s dark and they’re curled together in bed and johnny can close his eyes and stomach his vulnerability solely by pretending he’s not really speaking the words out loud, and like most things about johnny’s life it makes daniel nauseous. nauseous and blindingly angry, imagining johnny as a helpless child, crying as his comfort item is burned.

(he suddenly understands why johnny doesn’t like fireplaces.)

he wants to ask, the next day and then again a few days later, for more details about what exactly the plushie had looked like, what brand it had been, but decides that that might ruin it - if he asks johnny. but there’s nobody else to ask (and god, that thought makes daniel nauseous again) so he goes in blind.

the lion he gets from the toy store is a distinctly modern stuffed animal, with baby-safe eyes and a mane of wild fur and a smile on his little cartoonish face. nothing like the one johnny would have had, but daniel hopes it’ll be better this way. he’s not trying to replace anything, just honour it, and he thinks maybe he made the right decision when johnny comes home and sees it on the kitchen island and bursts immediately into tears.

he cradles the lion in his arms and sobs into its mane. he keeps crying, crying hard, even when daniel rounds the island and takes johnny into his arm, the plush toy held between them, and daniel soothes him but doesn’t try to make him stop. he lets johnny cry for as long as he needs to, for his child self and everything he lost in those years, everything that people took from him.

and a little while later, when johnny’s all cried out and still holding the lion plush tight in his arms, daniel gets out his phone and - at johnny’s behest - types “badass names for a lion stuffie” into safari.

[sevenfists]

I've been reading your Sid/Geno fics and loving them, and then found your tumblr and was absolutely delighted to hear that you've written some profic as well (I have requested all of them from my library!) I'm sorry to hear your current WIP is giving you trouble, sending good vibes your way (and some hockey magic, if it is a hockey/hockey-adjacent work!)

Love to hear that you're getting them from the library!!! That's the entire reason I pulled them from Kindle Unlimited. Lol the WIP is unbearable MM sci-fi with at least three complicated subplots in addition to the main romance arc... my ambitions routinely exceed my talent. Someday I will figure out how to make all the pieces fit together.

[vxracixusbeast]

: ̗̀➛ CONT. ┊ ┊ @black-ward

He burned pleasantly.

If there was one thing that he enjoyed about the cowboy that chased him relentlessly, it was his ability to quickly draw a witty response. That was his whole thing though, wasn't it? It's not something that he's too accustomed to himself, in most cases there wasn't anyone else around with whom he could be so bold with. It's refreshing, just as this was. A taboo encounter between the two warring sides of this macabre game. At the offer being shown a thing or two, his eyes immediately gravitated to those lips of his, adding kindling to his building fire.

"I'm sure you could", he hummed, feeling Erron's hand slither up his torso, the light sensation on his stomach sends a shiver running up his spine.

When he feels them between either pec, he has to think about how lucky he was. Rather than perpetual death, he was greeted with another dangerous soiree. Perhaps that's what made his gut do flips as the other yanked him down with a bit of force, bringing them together once more. He tastes good, even with his blood on his tongue. It's ticklish in a way that makes him smile as he gasps softly into his mouth. It's not as rough as the first time was, a touch gentler as he pressed himself closer. This, was something he missed, undoubtedly since coming here.

Sweet, tender moments. Closeness that instilled him with comfort and warmth. Sid's own hands had moved from Erron's front to roam up his chest, in a slow crawl to map out the contour of his body. Past his own pectorals now, the survivor's arms were snaking themselves around the other's neck, his hands resting comfortably at either side of the outlaw. He felt lightheaded, a sign that they'd both needed air. When they finally parted, he had a noticeable smirk sitting on his lips, smug.

"Well... naturally, I've got to keep you busy. So that everyone can get out", he could feel himself getting giddy, as restrained as it was. God... He really did have him wrapped around his finger.

The hands on the band of his pants don't go unnoticed as he leans in to press his lips to Erron's ear.

"Now show me what you've got, partner"

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[stumblingoverchaos]

Tagged by @homo-ousios

Three ships: Crowley/Aziraphale, Sid/Geno, Ever Given

First ever ship: Spirk... in the 1970s. (I have some original fanzines from back then, such as Saurian Brandy Digest.)

Last song: "Pilgrim" by Fink.

Last movie: I have no idea. I always MEAN to watch movies, but I never do.

Currently reading: Inspiration Sandwich by SARK, Deadly Doctor (Witch in the Woods #11) by Jenna St James (I read the absolute fluffiest of fluff via Kindle Unlimited, and at a breakneck pace).

Currently watching: Ummm. Nothing! See Last movie... The next thing I watch will most likely be Good Omens 2 this summer.

Currently consuming: Nothing at the moment, but most recently a can of gluten-free reduced sodium Progresso chicken with wild rice soup.

Currently craving: A gluten-free chocolate croissant, which is a very rare creature indeed.

I hate tagging people, so! Do it if your heart moves you to.

[undinegeist]

This isn’t really more content, I’m working on the edges of the next best thing - hopefully - but in the meantime I thought I’d suggest reading material for anyone who’s interested?

I just finished Bobbie Brown’s book - not makeup artist Bobbie Brown, devil help us, though until I read it I thought it was her - and it’s really great, Cherry on Top is its name…that’s for the Mötley Camp, she used to date Tommy Lee.

For the Pistols Camp, even though everyone seem to love to hate Nancy - I don’t, fyi - I’d really recommend her mom’s book, And I Don’t Want to Live This Life…it shows her as more than she’s portrayed to be, shows her as a real person, which is so important…that’s how I got into the Pistols thing, thanks to this book…and Machine Gun Kelly’s Sid and Nancy - twisted paths. I don’t really like Nancy’s mom - her family’s too straight for me - but she’s a damn good writer. As for Sid, books about him are so fucking hard to find digital - conspiracy? - but one that if you can get your hands on I’d recommend is by Alan Parker, Sid Vicious: No One Is Innocent…it helped inspire a few of the stories I’ve posted here. There’s also England’s Dreaming which is more about the band and the punk movement but I haven’t finished that, so I really can’t recommend it yet.

Hope you guys give some of these books a shot alongside the usual ones…which if you want in a vague list, though I imagine you already know them…I can only recommend the Motley stuff officially, I’m still making my way through the Pistols stuff, but:

- The Heroin Diaries (have read, it’s great, pretty fucking dark though hopeful at the end if you’re feeling good)

- Tommyland (have also read, not entirely sure how I feel about it, though worth a read for perspective’s sake, it is also kind of fun in a dirty way - which is cool sometimes)

- Tattoos & Tequilla (have also read, could have been edited better, I do love the input from all the people in Vince’s life outside the Motley guys though, worth a read)

- The *Infamous* Dirt (can’t decide which I love more, this or THD *affectionate name for The Heroin Diaries* though I’d say this is required reading, especially if you intend to write Mötley stuff, it’ll give you tons of material)

- There’s also a timeline type thing written by Paul Miles (can’t remember what they call it now, but the books are separated by ten year spaces, 80s, 90s and so on), which I’d really only recommend if you’re gonna write stuff about them, it’s really unnecessary otherwise (there are like six of them, I think, I’ve read them all, they’re good for - again - writing material). You can get these through Kindle Unlimited for free, unless you’ve used up your trial. Not that I’m advocating pirates but you can also run it through Calibre and a little drm thing, super easy to Google and do so you don’t have to worry about running out of time.

- This Is Gonna Hurt/The First 21 (these are good, but have a different vibe from The Heroin Diaries, overlap - especially The First 21 - with Nikki’s part in The Dirt).

- Living Like a Runaway (this one’s okay, not strictly necessary, it’s by Lita Ford, who mentions Nikki a couple of times, given the fact that they dated)

For the Pistols Camp, I’m planning to read these:

- Reckless by Chrissie Hynde

- Lonely Boy by Steve Jones

- Rotten by John Lydon

- England’s Dreaming by Jon Savage

Anyway. Not sure this is helpful to anyone. But for anybody wanting to start writing and needing inspiration, something that helps sometimes is figuring out when the person you’re writing about is born (with time too if you can get it) doing the astrology chart thing, reading everything there, then using it in your writing somehow…it feeds the muse. The muse must be fed. Never stop reading.

[holy-puckslibrary]

sid to a furry friend's rescue!

florist!reader gets flustered during sid's calendar shoot

parents mentors for the day

chief crosby's got a date... and its not with florist!reader

... was in a bit of a silly goofy mood, forgive me (and be sure to read the endnotes!)

gif from @littlemessyjessi

This is the last thing Sidney Crosby imagined he'd come home to: another man settled in his chair.

His cat is curled in the intruder's lap, and said intruder's hand is curled over your knee. And Sidney's soup—homemade and hand-delivered—split in bowls between you.

"Thought you didn't need a babysitter?"

Sidney watches the gleeful expression wilt on your pretty face—color drained like his bank account succeeding the egregious bid he matched to make bail—with equal measures of self-satisfaction and self-contempt.

"I-I didn't, I just—"

"Settle down, Chief," the ranger laughs. "I knew our little lady here was feeling under the weather, so I thought I'd stop by after my patrol shift and keep her company while you were indisposed."

Sidney glares into the bright cerulean eyes of one Anthony Beauvillier, a park ranger in the Atlantic Coast Uplands region.

If memory serves, he was recently transferred from Waverley to Blue Mountain but resides in Peggy's Cove. This is a 50-minute detour.

In the opposite direction.

The Fire Chief's jaw is painfully tight, his blood scalding. If it were't for his, albeit dwindling, sense of self preservation, Sidney would've marched up those two steps—recently refurbished at his hand, might he add—to forcefully remove the park narc's grubby paw from your body.

Mercifully—for all involved parties, you do so shortly and of your own volition before joining Sid in your driveway.

Guilt smeared over your sickly features, your mouth parts, an explanation hot on your tongue, but all that comes is a grizzly cough that stings Sid's chest just hearing it. Despite his vexation, he's patient with you; he owes it to you both to wait it out. He hopes this is just one big misunderstanding somehow.

But, before you're able, the absolute last person Sidney wants to hear from pipes up.

"Resting, ma biche. You're meant to be resting," Tito attempts to coax you back onto the porch—back to his side—with an outstretched, up-turned hand.

(my doe / my darling — reminder: see end for important notes!)

Not as quick with his French as he'd like to be, he growls at the perceived insult. However, rather than running his fist through the opposition's teeth in your honor, Sidney defiles it.

The park ranger, and everyone else who happens to be out and about tonight, are treated to an unexpected eyeful of their Fire Chief's innermost feelings rushing to the surface. They pour into your mouth with reckless abandon, unconcerned with his public image or the utter lack of privacy; this kiss could be broadcast on the Nightly News for all he cares.

All that matters to Sidney Crosby is making his intentions known, and crystal fucking clear. Staking his claim is just a bonus.

"Well, it looks like my work here is done."

At your dazed expression and Sid's bewilderment, Tito stands from the rocking chair with a genuine smile fixed on his face. As he deposits evergreen Stetson atop his wind-swept hair, he pauses.

"Y'all have a nice night," he winks with a tip of the brim, bidding you farewell before slipping into his government-issued Ram.

As gravel crunches under the vehicle's wheels, gears click into place behind Sidney's burnt umber eyes, now gleaming with clarity.

"Nate and Emmy." — Statement, not a question.

"Please, don't be angry. They just wanted to help because... because I didn't believe that... y'know." You gesture to the sliver of space that still separates you, a bashful little smile pushing up your feverish cheeks.

He couldn't find it in himself to be ticked off about your best friends' not-so-harebrained scheme—which, honestly, deserved more credit than he would ever be willing to give it—if he wanted to. Not while standing so close he can smell the PEI tulips you've been elbow-deep in all month, and definitely not having tasted the whisper of herbal tea lingering on your tongue.

Smirking, he closes the gap with a gentle tug.

"Oh, I know." Voice dropping to a thick hush, his lips hovering a lick above your skin, "D'you believe it now?"

The pinkish skin crinkles around his warm eyes as you pretend to think.

"I could do with a little more... convincing," you ultimately quip. "But, only if you're up for the t—"

The remainder of your cajoling is overtaken by a fit of giggles as he corrals you up and across the porch. The front door slams shut with a satisfying air of finality. Though, not before little Ember slips in with you.

Chief Crosby was thorough by nature, and he'd be damned if he didn't dedicate the evening to dispelling any and all doubts threatening to take root. Feigned, or not.

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gotcha! teehee 😋 sid really said sick germs?? no match for my LOVE!!! ALSO! tito anon, this ones for you bbyyyyy 💓💓💓💓

***** 'ma biche' was chosen because its typically humorous and rarely intended seriously, + can be considered majorly outdated (even by 60s sitcom standards)—and its not always romantic! ... it also sounds a lot like an english insult, hence sid's reaction lol (at least, according to my french-canadian grandmother who remains very confused by my random call for a french lesson on infrequently used terms of endearment lol) *****

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[christianwrighter]

Book 2 in the Joe Miaggi Series

Better Days Are Coming

Houston's Battle

Jane and Houston sat at the Doctor's office waiting to hear the news. Deep down inside he already knew what was going to happen. Sid his doctor was going to tell him the lung cancer had returned. Then he was going to refer him to a cancer specialist who probably would recommend Chemotherapy or worse surgery. He had been in remission for a couple of years, but the symptoms seem to be worse this time. He wondered if Chemo was going to help. He also wondered if they were going to check him into the hospital. He had a constant cough; his stomach was upset. But what concerned him the most was that he could not walk straight. Because of the dizziness in his head, he had to stop every so often to make sure he was not going to fall.

Sid met them in the hallway as they were entering the examination room. "I'll be right back with the results of your tests."

Thirty minutes later Houston wondered, why was he taking so long? He felt uneasy and impatient. The clock on the wall made an annoying clicking sound that did not help his headache or the anxiety that filled his mind. All he wanted to do was go home, go back to sleep, and pretend this was not happening. He looked out the window trying desperately to find something to keep him calm as he waited.

Jane reached for his hand to soothe and comfort him. Houston put his head on her shoulder and decided to rest his eyes. He was so glad that she decided to go with him. Her hand and shoulder brought great comfort to him. He really needed the extra rest. He tossed and turned all night and finally got up for the day at 4 am.

The door creaked open and Houston awoke. Sid popped his head through the door. "I am sorry I took so long."

Houston did not like the expression on his face. "It's OK Doc You don't have to worry. I know what's coming. The cancer is back. Am I right?"

Sid looked down. "Yes, but there is something more you should know. The cancer has returned in your lungs but it has also spread to the brain, liver, and other parts of the body. You will need to be admitted into the hospital tonight and then tommorrow you will be transfered to Vanderbilt University Hospital in Nashville. I am going to refer you to a cancer specialist there."

"Is it really that serious? How long do I have?"

"I cant say at this point. Dr. Mark Williams will be able to answer more of your questions."

"Do I really have to go to Vanderbilt? Can't you do something for me here?"

"Vanderbilt has the some of the world's best technology to be able to fight the agressive cancer that you have spreading throughout your body. If you wait too long your kidney's could shutdown and its only going to get worse. Something has to be done now if you want to have a chance to survive."

A few minutes later Sid left. Then a nurse came with a wheel chair and rolled him into another room. "Stay here until we get your room ready. I will come back later and escort you to your room."

Houston's mind was overwhelmed by the many thoughts that were racing through his mind. Why is this could not be happening to me?, There must be some kind of mistake. I just got married and there are so many things at work I need to do. How in the world will my family make it? "Lord you promised not to give me more than I could bear, but this is so much more than I could have imagined."

His thoughts continued to linger even after they took him to his room and put on his favorite TV show. He loved old westerns like the Lone Ranger and Bonanza. Yet, he could find no solice or relief from his inner turmoil. Finally the nurse came in and gave him a sedative. It did not help. He asked for more, and she reluctantly gave him one final dose. "Please Lord I need to go to sleep." Finally he drifted off to sleep.

The next day they went to Vanderbilt hoping to get some answers. The trip was not too bad. They were kind enough to let Jane ride with him in the back of the ambulance, even though it was against hospital policy. Unfortunately he had maxed out all his pain medication, and he was wide awake wrestling with his thoughts again.

He really did not want to spend the rest of his life in the hospital. The thought of another round of Chemo therapy brought fear into his heart. He did not feel terribly bad. If he could shut his mind off for a minute maybe then he would have some peace. But the torture of unanswered questions continued to run through his head like a runnaway freight train. The three hour trip by ambulance felt like an eternity even though it was only nine in the mourning when they arrived. By the time he got checked into his room it was almost 12 oclock. Thank God lunch was coming and then he could get another round of medicine to help ease his mind. Soon Houston drifted off to sleep. Five hours later he heard voices in the hallway that startled him awake.

"Jane aplogized. I'm sorry did I wake you? It is probably good that you woke up because the doctor is going to be coming soon."

A few minutes later, the Dr. Williams walked into the room and explained the situation. "Your Cancer is inoperable because it had spread throughout your body."

Houston interupted him, "Tell me something I do not know."

"Chemotherapy is an option, but it would extend your life maybe six months at best."

"No, I don't want Chemo. There are too many side effects and it just is not worth it for six months. Do you think I could be transferred to another facility to be closer to my family and friends? I really don't want to spend my last days couped up in a hospital far away."

Dr. Williams saw the look of concern on his face. "That sounds like a really good idea. I will need to check into that and get back to you by the end of the day. It may take a week to make it happen. Since you have opted not to take Chemo therapy there is not much else I can do for you. Our goal is to make your last days as comfortable as possible.

Joe came to the hospital expecting the worse but Houston was in good spirits for a man that was about to die. Joe was amazed at how composed he was. I really admire you Houston. I have never seen anyone like you.

Well, I finally decided to give this to God. If it was not for Him and the medicine I would have no peace. But what really gives me peace is that I know where I am going. I am going home to be with Jesus. I have many questions and look forward to talking to Jesus. I know Heaven will be so much better than life here on earth. Yeah I am glad to be a Christian too. God has gotten our family through some tough times.

That night Houston had a dream. He read about dreams in the Bible but this was so unexpected. In his mind, he saw a bright beautiful place. His former wife Jackie and his kids were singing, He's Got the Whole World in His Hands. Then he saw Jane and Joe. There was a huge hand that seemed to engulf them. His dream came to an abrupt end when a nurse came into his room. As he awoke Houston knew that God was going to take care of his family. This dream gave him the peace that he so desperately needed.

He looked to his right and saw Jane and Joe. A big smile came over his face. He laughed as he felt God's comfort and presence fill his soul.

Joe noticed a calm and happy expression on his face. "Why are you so happy?"

"I had a dream, and you need to hear this."

Both of them were amazed as he told them the wonderful dream. Little did they know, this would be the last night they would talk to him. But, it really helped them to know Houston was going to be in a better place. It helped them have faith that things were going to be okay. The Lord knew Joe and Jane needed a reminder of God's Sovereignty and Mercy. This Divine encounter helped them have the faith to endure the many challenges that were coming. Even though they were sad, they also were happy that he was in a better place and did not have to suffer.

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Runaway Wind Chapter Forty Five

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After Mickey left, it wasn’t too long before they had gotten Riku’s tent set up. Although Sora couldn’t say how many hours passed while the King was gone, time seemed to fly. Mostly on account of telling Xion what all had happened on Sora’s journey. Though Jiminy Cricket popped out to add a few of the details. 

But as time went on, the stories ran out. And soon the sun started to dip beyond the horizon and  the clouds began to take the darker hue of night. Sora crossed his arms as it seemed more likely they’d need to wait another night for word from Mickey. “Should we set up a fire?” 

Riku shook his head with a sigh, “You heard Donald and Goofy. There’s no wood out here.” All the kindling they could ask for but no fuel for the fire. And without protection from the gathering wind, there wasn’t much that would stop it from being blown out.

Though Sora soon realized that there was a sound growing with the wind. The familiar sound of an engine. “Hold on, is that..?” Sora looked to the sky, and saw the last light of the day illuminate the approaching vehicle. 

One that Donald and Goofy were quick to recognize. “The gummiship?” 

The question of its pilot was answered easily enough with the distinct silhouette of Mickey’s ears in the cockpit window. The group watched as the ship touched down, the hatch opened, and Mickey quickly hopped out. “Master Yen Sid’s expecting you. I’ve set the autopilot to take you to him.”

Riku furrowed his brow as he saw the king start to take the path leading to Castle Oblivion. “You’re not coming with us?”

Calling his keyblade to his hand, Mickey continued on past the group. “I need to keep an eye on things here in case Maleficent comes back. Or the Organization.”

Kairi crossed her arms as she asked, “What Organization?”

Pausing, Mickey turned back and admitted, “Things are worse than we thought with the people in black robes. They’re a whole Organization, but that’s just scratching the surface of what they are.” He gestured to the gummiship. “Yen Sid can explain it best.”

Nodding, Sora led the way with everyone else fitting in. As the door shut and everyone buckled in, Sora saw the ship take off and head to a glowing light in the sky. As they passed into the portal, he couldn’t help but put words to something that had been gnawing at him more by the day. “We’re going to have to fight them, aren’t we? This Organization.” 

Goofy adjusted his collar as he offered, “Well, let’s see what Yen Sid has to say before we start worrying.” However, he couldn’t quite meet Sora’s eyes. Their previous encounters made it clear the Organization was far from amicable.

Grimacing, Sora shook his head as he looked to the stars hurtling by. “Before I went into Castle Oblivion, I thought all we had to do was find Riku and the King but…” His voice trailed off, just as the end of his journey home seemed even further away. Whatever this Organization had planned, there’s no way Sora could just turn a blind eye to it.

“No matter how long it takes,” Kairi answered back as she got up from her seat. “You won’t have to do it alone.”

“Not if we have anything to say about it,” Donald continued as he moved to Sora behind Kairi.

Having joined them all at the pilot’s chair, Goofy put his hand out in front of them, “Yep. All for one, and one for all.” Donald joined in, then Kairi. Soon, Sora put his hand on top of them. It was a phrase Donald and Goofy gave as they started their adventure. Now it felt like it had a bit more meaning.

“Not a bad way to put it.” Glancing over, Sora saw Riku had gotten up. He hadn’t quite made his way over, but even so the hint of a smile was on his face. 

Xion however, wasn’t quite as cheerful, looking aside and fidgeting. “I’m sorry. I’d like to help, but I’m not sure what I can do without fighting. But if there’s any way I can lend a hand…”

Sora nodded as he looked back at her. “I’d say that’s all we can ask for.” As soon as he answered Xion, the ship slowed down as it approached a rock adrift. Though as they got closer, Everyone saw a tower standing high on the piece of land.

“This is the place all right,” Goofy confirmed as the ship came to a rest next to the Mysterious Tower. Walking over, the six of them got out of the ship and Sora knocked on the door.

With a turn of the handle, the door opened. And as Sora, Kairi, Riku and Xion saw the animated broom holding it open, They were left speechless for a moment. Sora chuckled and gave a small wave as he passed by. “Er…Thanks.” The familiar waved back as they all began to ascend the tower. Stairs after stairs that seemed to wind up in ways that seemed impossible. But in time they reached the top and opened the door.

In the study filled with books and artifacts with windows overlooking the stars, a desk sat with a wizened man in blue robes with a long gray beard. As everyone approached, Donald and goofy bowed, the former greeting, “Master Yen Sid, it’s an honor.” Kairi and Riku began to follow their lead and gave a small bow…

“Hey there!” “Hi, I’m Xion! This is Sora, Kairi, Riku, Don—”

“Enough! You need to show some respect!” Only for Sora and Xion to not quite follow the same decorum, much to Donald’s frustration.

Yen Sid however, held up a hand with a small smile. “Donald, calm yourself. In the times we find ourselves in, we gain little by standing on ceremony.” The smile soon faded however as he looked over the group. “Mickey told me about you all when he came here. Did he mention anything else to you when he brought you your ship?”

Shaking her head and crossing her arms, Kairi answered, “Just that the people in black robes are part of some organization.”

Nodding, Yen Sid closed his eyes. “Very well, it seems the task of instructing you falls to my shoulders. However, when it comes to the Organization, it is not a matter of who they are, but what.” The wizard waved his hand and looked to the image of a shadow heartless that appeared beside the group. “You know of the heartless, born when one yields their heart to darkness.” Everyone nodded at Yen Sid’s explanation, though Xion’s was a bit less quick.

“At times, if someone with a strong heart and will, be they evil or good, becomes a heartless, the empty shell they leave behind begins to act with a will of its own.” The illusion of a shadow was replaced by a writhing gray creature as Yen Sid continued, “A will that persists even without its heart, that is the nature of a Nobody. With sufficient will, such beings might retain their form and memories.” The strange creature was replaced by a man in a dark cloak. “Such beings make up the Organization.”

Riku rubbed his chin and pondered, “So they don’t have a heart to feel anything?”

With a sigh and a gesture, Yen Sid dismissed the image. “That is what I first surmised when I heard of them, that any such emotions are mere imitation. But the truth seems more complicated.” Folding his hands, he went on, “I have received reports of nobodies acting in strange ways. Acting as if their heart still lingered, or being influenced by the hearts of those around them. I even know of one that even seems to have a very strong conscience.”

Kairi furrowed her brow and asked, “Who are they? Do they work for the organization”

With a wave of his hand, Yen Sid showed the image of a blonde girl in white, blue, and green. “She is Naminé, and she is one of a few that has taken arms against the Organization.” 

Yet Kairi was fixed on Naminé’s face.

Her face.

“And she is your nobody, Kairi.”

Kairi slowly covered her mouth, Sora, Donald, and Goofy let out a cry of surprise. Xion looked between the two with fascination. Riku took a step back and shook his head. “Her nobody? But her body didn’t move when her heart was lost.”

Sighing, Yen Sid dismissed Naminé’s image and admitted, “I am not entirely certain, as such beings have never appeared before. But while animation of the body might be one method the will might be manifested, it is possible sufficient power might be enough to splinter off the will itself.”

“That keyblade,” Sora realized with a snap of his fingers. “Back in Hollow Bastion, when I figured out Kairi’s heart was with me, I took a keyblade made with the hearts of the princesses to set her free.”

“That much light in one place,” Yen Sid mused as he stroked his beard. “It is said that all things were given form by the light. So it might be enough to help manifest a body.“

Goofy held up a finger as he pointed out, “Hold on, if anyone with a strong will can have a nobody when they lose their heart, wouldn’t Sora have one too?”

It made sense, and that worried Sora. Kairi’s light had given him a body, one that seemed to work just as well as his original. If there was a nobody out there, one that had Sora’s power, or worse his keyblade, “Do you think they’re with the organization?”

Shaking his head, Yen Sid held up a hand. “The time for conjecture can come later.” Standing up, Yen Sid made his way around his desk. “Though the challenge before you is great, you need not face it alone. There are others fighting in the universe you might ally with. Naminé travels with another keyblade wielder, Ventus.”

Sora couldn’t help but muse as he summoned the keyblade to his hand, “So it’s not just me, Kairi, and Mickey?” 

Yen Sid nodded as he continued, “Keyblades have had a long legacy, and that boy is part of a particularly old tale. One that seems entwined with the Organization.” He turned to Sora and put a hand to his shoulder. “However, to explain what happened in detail, you must learn about his friends. Terra, and…”

The door to Yen Sid’s chambers opened, and at the sight of black cloaks Xion yelped and hid behind Kairi. Kairi and Riku called on their weapons at the sight of the four strangers. Though they weren’t sure who the blue haired woman was, the Organization’s uniform meant trouble.

But Donald and Goofy held their weapons with a bit of hesitance, and Yen Sid held Sora back from charging forth. He looked to the old master in confusion before Yen Sid asked…

“Master Aqua? Is that you?”

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Summary: ”My house flooded. You think I could borrow a guest room for a while?”

”Uh,” Sid begins, reluctantly closing the front door, and that’s when another voice carries over from further inside the house: ”Who was it?”

Nate spins around so fast it’s a wonder he doesn’t fall over, and the cord of his monitor clatters down to Sid’s hardwood floor, but he doesn’t even really notice, because it’s Claude fucking Giroux who walks down the hallway just then, frowning at the tablet—Sid’s kindle, Nate recognises it—in his hands. He’s wearing sweats and a flannel, socked feet sliding against the wood.

”G,” Nate says because he doesn’t know what else to say. Claude looks up, his steps slowing to a stop, and he looks at Nate, at Sid, then at Nate again.

Sid sighs. ”It is Nate.”

”I can see that,” Claude says slowly.

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