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ficsnroses · 5 years

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Comfort - John Wick x Reader Oneshot

John Wick? More like Fluff Wick.

Word Count : 2.6k

Warnings : None! Mega fluff. Although it does get kinda heavy towards the end...

Summary : John comforts his girlfriend, Y/N, while she’s on her time of the month.

A/N : This is for the lovely anon who requested John comforting reader while she’s on her period & size difference. I had too many ideas for size difference, so I’ll throw them into another one shot later. Lemme know if it was alright! ❤️

This is a one shot, but I imagine it to be centered in the same universe as these two fics, that are very dear to my heart. Check out Put Your Head On My Shoulder & Nightlight :)

If there’s one thing John appreciated, it was the feel of the golden sun cresting on his face on a beautiful evening, as today. After all the dark he’s seen, he’s learned to take joy in the simpler parts of life, being thankful for anything, and everything one may rather take for granted. For John to get these things, be able to delight in them, was an accomplishment.

Gratitude, was exactly what he felt; as he sits with Dog tucked away by his feet by the window, a thick novel popped in his hand to scan, awaiting his love’s arrival. Y/N would be here soon, as planned, for them to enjoy the rest of the evening together.

She’d been coming over a lot more recently, and John would have liked it no other way. She’d been the missing piece the entire time, the reason his house had always fell lacking before, why it had remained just a house he was residing in.

She made it a home.

Each moment she wasn’t there, John wished she was. He yearned to hear her silky giggle down the hallway as she played with Dog, her euphonious singing in the kitchen as they prepared lunch together, her soft, ever so slight snores as she slept beside him on an early, Sunday morning.

As the days and weeks passed, more and more of her belongings had been concluding their way in. He’d find a spare toothbrush next to his on his bathroom counter, corresponding along with her favourite face wash & night creams positioned away in his medicine cabinet. Laced with his own clothes in his closet, he’d find her pajamas or blouses peppered in, her fuzzy knit socks, long forgotten in his drawers. She’d even left a copy of the novel she had presently been cruising on his nightstand.

But he treasured every part of it. He sought it, more than anything. He wanted to be one with her, to have her embellish each part of his life. Because quite truly, it was better with her.

To the sound of the lock jingle, he’s snapped out of his thoughts.

She’d finally made it home.

John had given her a house key recently, and it had felt like a big step in their relationship. He wanted to let her know that he trusted her, felt flattered to have her around. She’d given him one to her apartment as well on the spot.

“John?” Her sincere voice calls out, from the front door, as she shuffles her shoes off. Dog’s ears perk up immediately, his tail wagging tremendously as he runs towards her voice. Dog loved Y/N a whole lot, sometimes John felt a little jealous at how fond they’d become. Nonetheless, it made his heart smile each time.

“Living room!” John calls out to her.

Barely, from the depths of his ear, he hears Y/N’s calm voice welcome Dog. “Hi, honey.” She smiles to him, probably in the midst of giving him an abundance of pets behind his ears. John smiles to himself, eager to hold her soon. He’d missed her today. He hadn’t seen her since the morning before, when she’d stayed over for the night and they’d waken up together, before she had to leave for work.

As she ambles into the room, Dog trails at her feet. She smiles as her eyes land on her boyfriend.

“Hey, beautiful.” John grins, setting his novel aside, opening his bulky arms for her. The sun continues setting outside, leaving a nice gold to envelope the room, the lilac sky behind not far.

“Hi.” She smiles, although she moves slow. She seems, tired, possibly exhausted. Departing her bag on the wooden floor, she walks to John, leaning down to give him a quick kiss hello, before taking place beside him on the couch. He frowns when she pulls away.

“How was your day, princess?” he asks, as she wraps her arms around his waist, allowing him to hold her in a hug, a delicate kiss placed on top of her head. She nuzzles into his chest, sighing.

“It was okay.” She speaks through a yawn. “I’m worn out.”

John leaves another soft kiss in her locks, gently stroking her back. “Aw, I’m sorry to hear.” When he rubs her hip in a soothe, she winces, sucking in a sharp breath. John flinches, taken back.

“Woah, everything alright?” He inquires.

She lets out a small whimper. “Yeah, I’m just not feeling too well today.”

“Tell me what’s wrong,” John says, taking hold of her hand. He plays with her fingers, paying close attention to her ring finger. It may have been too soon, but he knew to the brim inside, that he’d place the biggest diamond on there someday, whenever that some day may be.

Y/N groans, practically laying herself on John at this point. “It’s nothing, really. I just feel a little sick and have a little pain, that’s all.” John shifts, brows furrowing. He pulls back slightly to look her in the eyes.

“Wait, sweetheart, do you need to see a doctor? Because we can go right now it’s not-” He’s cut off by a shake of Y/N’s head. “Are you sure, Y/N? I don’t want it to get worse and then you’ll be in more pain and-”

“John. I’m okay. I need you to relax, baby.” She giggles, cupping his cheek to place a tender kiss to his chin. “But it’s cute how worried you get.” John shifts his gaze down, smiling, a little shy. Truth be told, John always worried about her. Even the slightest thought of any harm coming her way, it deeply scared him. He’d had so much stripped from him in his life, so much taken away prematurely. He couldn’t bear the thought of Y/N being taken away from him too.

Even if it was just a little cold that threatened her way.

Y/N releases her grip on John, raising off the couch to pad towards the kitchen. “Besides, what doctor would even be available at 7:00pm, on a Friday?” She states. John follows shortly behind, throwing Dog’s favourite ball into the other room.

John’s coarse voice speaks. “You know I…know people.” He shrugs, low.

Y/N stops at the kitchen counter to look at him, as he leans against it on the other side. “Oh…right.” She frowns. “I’m sorry.”

John had told her about the truth of what he did. Keeping secrets from her, was something he refused to do. He wanted to be open with her, allow her to love him for exactly what he was. Maybe that’s why he fell so deep, so rapid. She understood him on a level, many others didn’t. Y/N tried her best not to mention it too much, she knew John wasn’t proud of what he was, and the reality he lived in.

It ate away at him, more and more each day. She understood that more than any one else.

Drowsily, she moves to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge, taking a long drag before setting it down. John watches her, biting his lip at how weak she looked. Uneasy, he opens his mouth to speak, before Y/N’s lips yelp in pain, hand shooting down to her stomach. Before she knows it, John’s rushed to her side with his large palm placed on her back, helping her stand. His eyes race in worry, brooding as concern overtakes.

“Y/N, I’m taking you to the doctor, okay?” He asserts, thoughts racing a million a second.

“John…”

“And I’m not taking no for an answer Y/N,” He argues.

“John! I’m alright! It’s just…”

John relaxes a little, allowing her to explain. “What, Y/N? Babe you’re screaming in pain. Please let me help you…”

She places a hand on his shoulder, urging him to calm down. “John it’s just…promise you won’t get grossed out?” She settles. He nods in response, intrigued. “I actually got my period this morning. I get really bad cramps and feel kinda sick. But it’s normal and it passes, alright?”

John lets his shoulders relax in a breathy exhale. Wiping a hand across his forehead, he sighs, taking seat beside her at the counter. “You scared me there. Why would I be grossed out?” he wonders, taking hold of her hand.

She shrugs. “I don’t know, some men do that. But it’s nothing to worry about, okay? I do it every month.” She giggles, seeing him ease. John brings her hand up to his lips, to press a light kiss to her palm. “As your very concerned boyfriend, I’m going to take care of you now. Whether you like it or not.”

It sure hadn’t been that long, but John would never pass on an opportunity to call himself her boyfriend, just as she would never miss a chance to call herself his girlfriend. It felt nice to acknowledge their relationship. It gave it a power over them, made it more real. It made their bond stronger.

“John, it’s really alright. I’ll just pop some medicine and it’ll be all fine.” She smiles, still holding his hand. It was truly pulling at her heart strings to see the concern and care. John shakes his head, affirming.

“There were girls in the orphanage as well, I learned some stuff growing up.” He raises up off the chair, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You left some pajamas here, they’re washed and folded in the laundry basket. Go change, and relax on the couch while I get some stuff together.” He smiles.

As Y/N rests on the couch, the sun has fully set, leaving the view from the window lit up with city lights afar. Dog rests at the foot of the couch, nuzzled beside his stuffed bear toy. John’s house was slightly on the outskirts of town on a small hill, leaving the city below glittering on a pitch noir night like tonight. The city lights seem to outshine the stars, the buzzing life between reminding of just how fast the world moves.

A few moments later, John walks into the room, a tray full of goodies in hand. He sets it down on the coffee table, before turning to his much discomforted girlfriend, resting on the couch with her eyes closed.

“Baby,” John speaks softly to her. “I brought you medicine. It’ll help with the pain.” He proposes, holding two tablets to her. “Take it with this warm water, I don’t want you drinking any of that ice cold bottled water tonight. I’ve put a jug of this on the kitchen counter.” He gestures. “Keep sipping on this by the way, I’ve heard hydration helps with the pain. Try to finish the entire jug.” He sits down beside her, watching her take the medicine. From his side, he pulls out a heading pad he’s warmed up.

She eyes it curiously, smiling. “John Wick owns a heating pad?” She giggles.

“He does.” He replies in a matter of fact tone. “It helps soothe muscle aches really good.” Placing it just over her abdomen, as she rests against the couch ledge, he kisses her forehead once more. “This should help with the shooting pain. I’ll heat it up again every 20 minutes.”

Smirking, he turns towards her again. “I know this is a cliché, but, I brought you some chocolate as well. I’m not sure if it actually helps though.” He chuckles, placing her favourite dark blend beside her.

Giggling, she picks it up, unraveling it immediately. “I’m not gonna say no to chocolate.” She laughs.

Running a hand through his hair, John’s expression turns serious again. “Okay, I know sometimes you might just want to be left alone at a time like this, which is okay. I won’t be offended. I can go work on some bookbinding.” He smiles, rubbing her arm. “Would you like that, sweetheart?

Her eyes sparkle, heart gushing at the man in front of her. She knew John was special, caring, considerate, but this was a whole new level she hadn’t been exposed to before. This was incredibly grounding. This felt, as it does to be truly, honestly, unconditionally,

Loved. Purely loved, asking for nothing in return.

She scoots closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek. “No, I would not like that. I want you to stay with me.” She grins, looking into his café eyes.

“Alright.” Kissing her soft, briefly, John allows her to lean back on the couch ledge again, as he props her legs on top of his lap, covering her in a blanket tenderly. “Food should be here in about half an hour. Got your favourite.” He smiles, turning the TV on. “Your call.” He hands her the remote, allowing her to browse the catalogue. His hands working their way to her fuzzy socks equipped feet, gently kneading, massaging away. His fingers worked, trying his best to calm away any ache from her long day.

For a moment, she just quite literally watches him, awestruck, at the way he’s treating her. She never quite imagined, she’d find someone this perfect. This utterly perfectly, in all senses. She’d really struck gold with this marvellous, wonderful man.

Unable to help herself, Y/N slides the heating pad off of her, rearranging her legs off of John’s lap. With his brows knit in confusion, John watches her move towards him, only stopping once her arms are wrapped around his neck, as she’d rest her head on his chest, sitting beside him. He engulfs her smaller frame, toned arms wrapped around her, as she rests on him, eyes closed in contentment.

“Also,” John starts again, leaning his chin on her head. “I can run to the supermarket quickly if you need me to pick up whatever you…use. I promise I’m not the type to get embarrassed.” He chuckles.

She stays silent for a moment, indulging in the way he’s holding her. If there’s one thing, that she cherished in the most, it was the way he held her close, each and every time. Letting her know he’s near.

That he’d always be near.

With a soft voice, she probes, tangling her legs with his. “John, are you real?”

John halts, slightly jumbled. “What do you mean, love?” he asks.

Shifting, she keeps her arms secure around his neck, close enough to breathe in his woody scent. “What man does this? I fear you’re just a dream. A really fucking amazing dream.” She cups his cheek in her hand, locking his gaze, sincerely.

“John, I know people have not been kind to you. I know they’ve cut at you and chipped you down each chance they got. But I need you to know,” She pauses briefly, collecting her words. “You are the most precious, amazing, wonderful man. You deserve so much. Don’t you dare forget it.” Bringing her hand down, she captures his, holding it tight. “I love you, John. I can’t say it enough.”

John looks down, having trouble holding her gaze. Perhaps he’d been told so often, too much, that he wasn’t worthy. Perhaps, he’d been called a monster far too many times to hear any truth to her words.

Perhaps, he was too far gone to believe anything she’d said. But it meant a lot, to hear it, regardless. It meant more than it may to anyone else, for John Wick, to hear, that someone thinks he’s good enough.

That he’s not a beast.

Relieving a breathy exhale, John looks up at her again. “I love you, Y/N.”

Resting her head back on his chest, Y/N takes her place again, limbs wrapped around her lover as she reposes. With her petite hand hovering, moving to place over his heart on his broad chest, both their gazes glance out the window to the city in the distance. The beautiful city, with it’s warm evening glow, glittering, glimmering, life bustling inside at its fast pace. It moves so fast, reminding us to take joy in the present, believe what is truly there, in the moment.

She whispers into the evening air, voice silken as the evening calm.

“You’re a good man, Jonathan.”

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shipaxe · 4 years

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Dadboyhalo comforts SadPVP

Mega didn’t understand. Why couldn’t he come with his brothers? He didn’t know where they were going, but surely he should be able to come, right? Tears rolled down his cheeks and dampened his lime scarf. Why’d they have to leave so long, too? He missed them. It’s only been two days, though...

His bedroom door creaked. He ignored it, trembling while he sobbed. He felt another weight on his bed. He knew who it was. A feathery wing wrapped around him. It did warm him a bit, considering his room was quite cold during winter.

He leaned into the taller, cloaked person beside him. The person kissed him on the forehead. “Don’t worry, your brothers will be back in a few more days, I promise. You’ve been doing so good without them, you know? I know you miss them. But they’ll be back before you know it!” The person said softly.

Mega sniffled. This person was definitely helping. The person wiped away his tears with a thumb. “You’re such a tough cookie.”

The boy in the green scarf shook slightly, but with giggles. The person placed his hands on Mega’s sides, causing the giggles turn into laughter. “Aww! You’re a ticklish muffin!” Badboyhalo exclaimed.

Mega tried to push him away, trying not to laugh as best as he could, yet miserably failing. “I’m only gonna stop if you tell me to.”

Mega grumbled softly through laughs. “Okay! Fine! Stop it, Dad-“ He mumbled, blushing softly when he realized he called Bad ‘Dad’.

Bad did stop tickling the younger boy, smiling. “You see me as a father figure?”

Mega nodded. The demon-like creature beamed, his pointed tail wagging slightly. “Awwh! You can call me dad if you’d like, Mega.”

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everlarkbirthdaygifts · 5 years

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Happy Birthday, namiilove!

Apologies for the delay on your gift, @namiilove! We hope you had a wonderful day back on the 15th, and celebrated in style! To bring your party back around, the lovely @mega-aulover has written a story just for you!

Sept 15th , 2019

For namiilove

PROMPT :outsider (maybe a friend like Delly) noticing how well Katniss knows Peeta, she doesn’t realize it though.

Rated G

A/N: Happy belated birthday I am sorry that I couldn't write it on time but I hope that you had a great day special thanks to norbit's mom who not only helped me beta this but was very helpful in helping me with the story

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"That's number 5!" Delly exclaimed. Their group of friends was vacationing in a cabin owned by Katniss’ dad. The lake was amazing, and it was private. There were plenty of things to do, but Delly couldn't do half of them because she was six months pregnant. The only thing that kept her entertained was the cat and mouse game between Katniss and Peeta.

"What are you talking about, babe," Gale asked Delly, putting his arm around her shoulders. His thumb caressed her shoulder blade.

"It's Katniss." Delly pointed to Gale's childhood friend. Katniss was beautiful, exotic with silver eyes, sleek black hair, and an olive complexion, yet she was oblivious to the effect she had on this around her.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, but have you noticed how Katniss watches Peeta whenever she thinks no one is looking." Delly watched as Katniss openly gawked at Peeta.

"What, no way! Katniss isn't into him," Gale huffed, “Look at him, he's like a puppy. You know those little lap dogs with floppy ears and a wagging tail."

"Gale, Peeta is my best friend and he is amazing. He's perfect for Katniss."

Gale laughed. "Bae, I know Katniss. She’s not into relationships. She walked out in the middle of her last date."

"Because he sneezed all over her and didn't excuse himself. And he ruined her dinner. When she went to the bathroom he changed the meal she ordered. Katniss ordered a steak and he ordered her a garden salad!"

"He-". Gate didn't get to finish his sentence. Delly cut him off.

"Unless you want to sleep on the sofa tonight, I suggest you tread lightly."

"Okay, he was a jerk. And if you think Katniss and Peeta would be a great couple then you need to speak to Katniss. Make her see she likes Peeta."

Delly narrowed her eyes at Gale. His I-dare-you statement was combined with this will crash and burn look. She understood his thinly veiled challenge. "I will, but darling, you know that thing I do that drives you crazy?"

Gale's eyes turned dark and she could see his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. He was instantly turned on.

Delly leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips and ran her fingernails over his shirt. "Well, you can think about that tonight on the sofa."

Later that afternoon Peeta was watching Katniss swim. Delly decided to start with Peeta first. It was no secret he was crazy about Katniss. Growing up Peeta always had a crush on Katniss. The girls in their circle of friends back in high school would've given their left arm to date him. In college Peeta never became serious with any of the girls he dated, because he always had one eye trained on Katniss. As adults, he continued the same trajectory and because of her conversation with Gale, Delly was determined to get Katniss and Peeta together.

"Why don't you say something to her?"

Peeta looked toward her. His shoulders slumped, "Delly."

"Don't," Delly said holding her hand up. "You like her a lot. You've become more than just acquaintances. You’re at that pivotal moment where you can take your shot."

"What if...she...doesn't see me that way?"

"Rejection is part of life. What are you waiting for?"

Peeta furtively glanced at Katniss. Delly could see the naked longing in his face. He was pining away for her in secret.

"I don't know what to say. We've just begun to get to know one another. I don't want to come on strong or mess this up."

"At the rate you're going, turtles and snails will find each other and have children before you." Delly wanted to shake him. Then he turned those big baby blue eyes on her, the ones that made him look like a wounded puppy and Delly knew she had to take another tactic.

That night Delly waddled over to Katniss. She sat in front of the fire pit roasting marshmallows for s'mores. Delly was determined and if nothing else worked, she would cry.

"Mmm…." Delly wanted to speak to Katniss about Peeta but her attention span was limited to food nowadays. She either wanted food or a nap. She couldn't understand how some women wanted nothing but sex at this stage in pregnancy. Delly wanted nothing more than to have a full night's sleep. She was huge and the baby was active, constantly moving at night.

Katniss’ eyes kept on straying to Peeta. Clearly her attention was not on roasting marshmallows for the smores. Delly cleared her throat. "So you like Peeta."

Startled, Katniss nearly dropped the stick she was using. "What?"

Delly saw Katniss’ face contort to a defensive look. "Then why were you staring at him?"

"No. No," Katniss stammered. “I was not staring at him. I've been roasting marshmallows for s'mores."

"Are you sure, because from where I was standing you haven't paid any attention to the marshmallows. You've been making moon eyes at Peeta."

Katniss' eyes flashed dangerously. "I've been concentrating on the-"

"Really, because I don't think everyone wants blackened marshmallows."

"Oh shoot," Katniss said pulling her stick from the fire, her face red.

Peeta laughed at something Leevy's younger sister Magnolia said.

Katniss scowled.

“I knew it, you like him,” Delly said triumphantly.

Katniss turned down her eyes. “He’s sweet and good.”

“I know.” Delly put her hand on her belly. “He’s one of the good ones and I know you both would be great together.”

“But he’s too good for me. I’m not at his same level.”

“Peeta isn’t like that. Besides, look at me and Gale. He’s frankly a hunk and I was well on my way to becoming the town spinster.”

“Please, Gale is not a hunk,” Katniss snickered.

“Well, to you maybe not, but to me, well as you can see,” Delly said pointing to her expanded belly.

Katniss glanced at Peeta once more. Magnolia slid closer to him. She was looking at him as if he was some tender cut of meat ready to be gobbled up.

“She is on the prowl.” Delly took one of the burnt marshmallows and popped it into her mouth. “I’m telling you I’ve seen the way you both look at the other. You can’t sit back Katniss. Turn on that legendary hunter’s mystique you have and get your man.”

Katniss frowned and her eyes narrowed, annoyed by Magnolia’s presence around Peeta. She tossed her hair to the side, exposing the slim column of her neck to Peeta. He rubbed the back of his neck, before sniffing her neck.

"Go say something to him." Delly wanted to grab Katniss by the ear and drag her over to Peeta. She knew if they'd simply talk honestly about their feelings toward the other they’d realize they'd be great together.

Delly took things into her own hands. Maybe it was the hormones or perhaps it was because in her gut if she didn’t do anything Katniss and Peeta would never bridge that gap. “Come on,” Delly growled.

“Delly,” Katniss stammered.

Delly threw a look over her shoulder that caused Katniss to become quiet. “You’re not going to let that young interloper come in and take Peeta from under your nose, are you?”

Katniss opened her mouth then shut it.

Magnolia giggled and reached out and put her hand on Peeta’s bicep.

“She’s making her move. It’s clear you have a thing for Peeta, but you’re too stubborn or scared to do anything about it, and one day you’re going to regret this moment. This will be your Waterloo.”

Magnolia leaned in toward Peeta. She cocked her head upwards. Her giggle turned sultry.

Delly saw the tick in Katniss' forehead before her silver eyes flashed and she stomped over to Peeta.

“Why are you so cheery?” Gale asked coming to stand by her.

"Watch,” Delly said, pointing in the direction of Katniss.

Katniss marched up to Peeta, grabbed him by the shoulders and planted a kiss on his lips. Peeta’s fingers found purchase on Katniss’ waist.

Magnolia lost her smile and slowly backed away.

Delly didn’t notice anything except for how passionate their kiss was. When they finally came up for air, they looked to be out of breath. Their cheeks were flushed and they both had stars in their eyes.

Delly sighed as they began talking to each other while still holding hands. They were well on their way.

“Twenty bucks they’ll get married before the end of the year,” a voice said.

Delly turned her head to see Magnolia standing by Gale, a drink in her hand.

“You really think so Maggie?” Gale asked.

“I do, now if you would pay me my money.”

Gale pulled out money from his pocket and gave it to Magnolia, who winked at Delly before walking away.

Delly put her hands on her hips. "What was that all about?”

“I told you those two wouldn’t go for it, they're so stuck in their ways. But, I know how much you wanted our besties to get together and I thought I'd help by making Katniss jealous.”

Delly reached up and slid her arms around Gale's neck, a big smile on her face. "I guess you don't have to sleep on the sofa after all."

Gale beamed. "Can we do that thing?"

"Possibly but we've got to make sure they get married."

"We do."

Gale sounded disappointed. Delly wasn't she was making plans as she pulled him down for a passionate kiss of her own.

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #everlarkbirthdaygifts #everlarkbirthdaydrabbles #fan fic #by mega-aulover

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blightarts · 6 years

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POKÉMON AUTUMN VERSION CHAPTER 2: A Way for Us to Bond

Previous Chapter: Autumn is Here!

Next Chapter: Pwning the L1Ch-qU33n

Disclaimer: Pokémon is a property of Game Freak and Nintendo, while Endless Summer is a property of Pixelberry. I do not claim any rights here.

Author’s Note: If the “Keep reading” doesn’t work, go here for the full post. Special thanks to @princesstopgun and @mechaspirit for the contribution of some funny scenes in this chapter. Thank you so much, you two. 😊

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Recommended Music: In the Moment (Choices)

After the battle against the new Sea Guardian, Gyarados, Taari and the rest of the gang gather in front of Taylor, Jake and Quinn.

Quinn: Thank you so much, guys, for keeping the Guardian at bay and incapacitate it before we got here.

Jake: Well... I’m still a bit annoyed that the new one is a lot easier to deal with than the last one. We had to take on Cetus three times! THREE TIMES!! That son of a bitch even had three heads on our final battle with him.

Jake crosses his arms and pouts while Taylor smiles shyly and calms down her husband.

Taylor: But really, thank you much, guys.

Bligh approaches Taylor and shakes her hand while Jake nods at him.

Blight: Glad to help, Taylor.

After expressing their gratitude, Taylor and Jake turn towards their daughter, Kaitlyn and her Lucario.

Jake: But what I’m most happy about is that our li’l Marshmallow’s partner is finally evolved.

Jake proceeds to pat Lucario’s head as the latter wags his tail. Taylor hugs Kaitlyn proudly.

Taylor: I’m so happy for you, Kaitlyn.

Kaitlyn: Thanks, Mama, Papa.

The two parents smile at their child. Taylor reaches for her handbag and pulls out a special box. She hands it to Kaitlyn.

Taylor: It’s time, my dear.

Kaitlyn slowly opens the box and her eyes light up. The box seems to contain a bracelet with a Mega Stone.

Kaitlyn: Is... is that...?

Taylor and Jake nod as Kaitlyn quickly dons the bracelet. She and her friends take a moment to admire her new accessory.

Kaitlyn: It’s so beautiful.

Mika: It matches you.

Reginald: That looks just as magnificent as my Mega accessory.

Taari: I wonder when I’ll get mine.

Kaitlyn turns back to her parents.

Kaitlyn: Thank you so much!

She rushes towards them and pulls them in a tight and loving embrace. They hold each other for a moment and pull away.

Jake: Now go out there and kick some butt, li’l Marshmallow.

Taylor: Jake!

Kaitlyn: Haha. Okay, Papa.

Taylor, Jake and Quinn say their goodbyes to the group and make their way towards the Prisma City route. Aryn and Izzy turn to the groups as they have plans of their own.

Aryn: Well, Izzy and I are going back to Aryndelle to deal with those... pffft... boring political discussions.

Izzy giggles and continues.

Izzy: We’ll be back by the time the next contest starts. In the meantime, you guys enjoy your journey to Quarr’tel Town and Ursidae Town.

Aryn, Izzy and the princesses pull themselves into another family group hug. In the midst of it, they turn to Blight. The man startles at their stare.

Blight: What?

Rachel: Join us, Uncle Blight!

Meg: Yeah!

Elena: There’s still room for you.

Izzy: Come on, Blight.

Blight rubs his head shyly.

Blight: Well... uhh... group hugs are not really my thing...

Aryn gives him an unamused look.

Aryn: Get in the hug, your freeloader.

Blight: I am not a freeloader.

Vishakha remains silent as her eyes gleam red. She leaves the group hug and approaches her uncle. She then grabs his collar and drags him across the ground towards the group hug. Blight struggles while Katherine giggles.

Vishakha: You’re getting in that hug.

Vishakha throws him into the group and turns to Katherine with a bright smile.

Vishakha: Wanna join us, Katherine?

Katherine: Sure!

The redhead girl skips merrily towards the Aryndelle Family while Blight stands and dusts himself off. The two then proceed to hug with the rest of the family, enjoying each other’s company. As they pull apart, Aryn and Izzy wave goodbye to everyone.

Recommended Music: Eterna Forest (Pokémon Diamond and Pearl)

The rest of the group then exit the gates of Orderve City and journey through the Forest of Rebirth. As they admire the beautiful trees around them, Meg asks...

Meg: So why was this called the “Forest of Rebirth”?

Taari, Reginald and Kaitlyn turn to her with an answer.

Taari: Well... around nine to ten years ago, after Mister Tyler and Miss Taylor saved the world and the Vaanti have revealed themselves to the world, the island has gone through a lot of changes.

Reginald: My parents told me that the World Government sent out environmentalists to the island to start a Tree Planting program on this very forest surrounding Quarr’tel Town.

Kaitlyn: The forest was once burned down due to a civil war among the Vaanti. And after the program, the forest looked so new, like it was reborn. That’s why it’s called the “Forest of Rebirth”.

Meg: Ooooh. I see.

As they continue their way, Vishakha glances to the side and spots a familiar Pokémon, a wild Pikachu. She stops in her tracks and squeals.

Vishakha: AAAHH!! A Pikachu!!

She then skips merrily towards the Pikachu while chanting its cries.

Vishakha: Pi~ka! Pi~ka!

But before she could reach it, she is lightly punched on her head by Blight. She then stops and crouches down, holding her head.

Vishakha: Ow ow ow...

Blight: Let’s not waste time here, your Highness. The next contest is in a week.

Blight grabs the back of her collar and gently drags her back to the group. Vishakha crosses her arms and pouts.

Vishakha: You’re the worst, Jester...

Blight: I know.

While Blight drags Vishakha back to the group, he notices them looking towards the sky. He stops and looks up as well. Vishakha starts ranting.

Vishakha: Hey! What’s the big deal?! Why did we stop?!

Blight accidentally lets go of her collar and she drops on the ground.

Vishakha: OW! HEY!!

She turns to glare at him but also notices something in the sky. The group spots a peculiar comet, with blue and orange streak lines.

Rachel: What is THAT?

Reginald: I... I don’t know. I’ve read a lot about space but I’ve never seen that kind of comet before.

Elena: Well, the fact that it’s barely moving from this view, it means that’ll probably take a few months for it to noticeably move.

The group shrugs off the comet as Blight helps Viskaha back up. She glares at him again for a few seconds before walking ahead. Blight chuckles and follows. With the group just halfway towards Quarr’tel town, they stop at a fork on the path.

Mika: Huh... the road seems to split here...

Kaitlyn: Both paths lead to Quarr’tel Town, but I can’t tell which is the shorter path...

While the group thinks about the situation, Blight looks at the left path and Vishakha looks at the right path.

Blight: This way...

Vishakha: This way...

Recommended Music: Whachoo Lookin’ At?! (Choices)

The two best friends startle at each other’s response and glare at each other. They start to debate.

Blight: The left path is the shorter path.

Vishakha: No. The right one is.

Blight: Wanna bet?!

Vishakha: Yeah!

Everyone else: Here we go...

The group cross their arms and give the two an unamused look.

Vishakha: Last person between us to reach Quarr’tel Town will get to treat the winner and everyone else.

Blight: Deal!

The two then proceed to grip each other’s hands tightly and shake them aggressively.

Blight: How do you manage to shake hands firmly and aggressively at the same time?

Vishakha: I took a seminar.

Blight: Where?

(Note: The last three lines is a reference to Brooklyn 99 Season 1 Ep. 13.)

After the agreement, they turn to the others.

Vishakha: So, who wants to join my team?

Everyone else: Eh?

Blight: Don’t worry. You guys won’t take part on the bet. We just need some company.

Vishakha: Plus, it’s a way for us to bond.

Everyone else: Got it.

After a few seconds, Taari and Reginald step up.

Taari: I wanna join Mister Blight. He seems to be an awesome person!

Reginald: Agreed. I want to know more about his battle tactics.

Blight: Great! One step closer to victory!

Vishakha: Pffft. Yeah, right.

Meanwhile, Kaitlyn and Mika walks towards Vishakha.

Kaitlyn: We’ll take her Highness’s side.

Mika: It’s a way for us to bond and maybe share ideas for the next contest.

Vishakha: Aww. I’m flattered. And also... don’t call me, “Your Highness”. Only Jester has the right to call me that.

Kaitlyn and Mika tilt their head in confusion.

Kaitlyn: Really?

Vishakha: He’s the only one allowed to call me that. It gives me a sense of uniqueness.

Blight: Plus it shows us that, even though we tease each other, we’re still best friends.

Katherine: Those two are basically the very definition of best friends.

Mika: Oh! I get it now.

After a few minutes, the two teams are finally formed. Blight’s team is composed of him, Katherine, Taari, Reginald and Elena. Meanwhile, Vishakha’s team is composed of her, Meg, Rachel, Mika and Kaitlyn.

Vishakha: Alright, now let’s settle team na--

Blight: TEAM FORGE MASTERS!!

At the mention of the name, Blight’s team react differently. Katherine giggles; Taari cheers along; Reginald crosses his arms and smiles; and Elena does a face palm.

Vishakha: Alright... then our name would be Team Pri--

Blight: TEAM PRINCESS!

Vishakha glares at Blight while he shrugs. Everyone else smiles shyly.

Blight: Great minds think alike, your Highness.

Vishakha: Hmph!

The group disperse and went on their separate ways. Meanwhile, a hidden camera among the trees observes the group. A familiar voice contacts Zahra in Quarr’tel Town.

Voice: L1Ch-qU33n, the children have passed the intersection, along with the royals of Aryndelle.

Zahra: About time they got here. At least they’re safe after all that Sea Guardian bullcrap. Alright, I’ll be making the preparations. Meet them at the gates and welcome them.

Voice: Understood.

Recommended Music: Eterna Forest (Pokémon Diamond and Pearl)

On the left path towards Quarr’tel Town, Blight walks ahead of the group while the others try to match his pace. Taari runs up to Blight.

Taari: So, Mister Blight. What are you to Aryndelle exactly?

Blight: Well, I am the Master of the Foundry, aka the guy who does the technological advancements there.

Taari: Ooooh.

Blight smiles at Taari’s interest and continues.

Blight: You see... Long ago, Aryndelle was once split into five Kingdoms; Abanthus, Ebrimel, Bellmere, Fydoria and Stormholt. After the war against the Iron Empire, the five Kingdoms have agreed to merge into one, along with their allies from Aurelia and the Foundry. And when Aryn was sworn in as queen, she named it Aryndelle.

Taari: Wow...

Blight: I know right?!

Reginald: What about your way of combination moves?

Blight turns to Reginald.

Reginald: How did you come up with such amazing combos?

Blight chuckles and answers the question.

Blight: When in the state of a battle, you have to make sure that you’re unpredictable so that your opponent won’t come up with a countermeasure. I’ve experimented on different kinds of combination moves to come up with the best of the best.

Taari and Reginald’s eyes light up, while Elena shrugs and smirks.

Elena: Trust me. Out of everyone in Aryndelle, he’s won the most battles. And even if he wins against Aryn more often, he never challenged her for her throne.

Katherine: I love his humility.

Elena: Yeah... right... “Humility”.

Elena rolls her eyes. Meanwhile, Katherine catches up to Blight as the two smile at each other and kiss.

Recommended Music: Again (Your Lie in April)

Meanwhile on the right path towards Quarr’tel Town, Vishakha also walks ahead of her own group, with Kaitlyn and Mika catching up to her.

Kaitlyn: So, Miss Vishakha...?

Vishakha: No need for the “Miss”, Kaitlyn. Vishakha will do.

Kaitlyn: Okay.

Vishakha: So what’s up?

Kaitlyn: How did you come up with such great performances?

Vishakha contemplates for a brief moment and gives her answer.

Vishakha: Sometimes... I stay up all night to think and practice...

Mika: Won’t that be bad for you?

Vishakha: It is but...

She smiles and looks up to the sky.

Vishakha: ...Jester’s always there for me.

Mika: You guys mess around so much, yet you still care each other so much. How’d you two meet?

Vishakha: It was when I first visited the Foundry when I was six years old...

[FLASHBACK]

Inside the Forge, the home of the Master of the Foundry, Izzy and a young Vishakha are walking around.

Izzy: Alright, dear. Mommy will be back. She just have to meet up with a good friend.

Vishakha: Okay, Izzy-mommy.

Izzy leaves Vishakha for a bit. As she waits for her mother to return, Vishakha curiously finds a room full of machinery. When she walks over to touch one of them, she wounds herself. Vishakha clutches her wounded finger while muttering.

Vishakha: Ow ow ow...

A few seconds later, a young man with goggles enters the room and spots her.

Blight: Hey, what are you doing here?

Vishakha doesn’t answer him. She remains silent and scared. Blight approaches her while taking out a small bandage. He gently holds her hand and binds the wound. He then smiles at her.

Blight: All better, your Highness.

Blight grins while Vishakha tilts her head in confusion.

Vishakha: “Your... Highness”?

Blight: You are Princess Vishakha, right? I think it suits you.

Vishakha giggles and points towards Blight.

Vishakha: Jester!

Blight: Uhh... what?

Vishakha: You made me smile and feel better. I want you to be my Jester!

[END OF FLASHBACK]

Kaitlyn: Wow. I didn’t realize you guys were THAT close after all the shenanigans you do.

Vishakha: We may tease each other a lot but that’s just on the outside. He’s not just my uncle... he’s my best friend.

Mika: Can the three of us be like that?

Vishakha: Of course! Maybe we may not be as close as I am with Jester but still very close friends.

Recommended Music: Surf and Sand (ES)

After walking for a while, the group’s stomachs all roar at once.

Meg: Well... this is awkward.

Rachel: Yeah... all at the same time.

Meanwhile...

Elena: Can you imagine if the other groups stomachs roared at the same time as ours?

After saying the same things, all members of both groups laugh. After a few minutes, they’ve set up their makeshift tables and prepared food. They’ve even called out their own Pokémon to join them.

On Blight’s group, they are having Onigiri (Japanese Rice Balls). Whilst eating, the group start to bond. Taari, Reginald and Elena are discussing battle tactics with Blight while Katherine leans on his shoulder and smiles at their conversation. On the other hand, Reginald’s Metagross and Nidoking have friendly competitions, like arm-wrestling, after not seeing each other for a long time. The other Pokémon around them cheer.

On Vishakha’s group, they are having Rice Crackers. Whilst eating, Vishakha, Kaitlyn and Mika are practicing their performances. Meanwhile, Rachel and Meg are seated on a log, watching the practice and playing with Vishakha’s Pikachu. Some of the Pokémon practice with the three contestants, while the others cheer and jump around.

Few minutes have passed and Taari spots a Joltik nearby. He approaches it and picks it up.

Taari: Aww... aren’t you a cute one?

Reginald and Blight cautiously get close to Taari.

Reginald: I don’t think that’s a good idea, Taari.

Blight: Yeah... Joltik’s can be very dangerous.

Taari grins at them and proceeds to gently scratch Joltik.

Taari: You don’t know what you’re saying guys.

Joltik then uses Thunderbolt and electrocutes Taari. The boy suffers for a little before the Attaching Pokémon leaps off of his hand. Taari falls on the ground while the rest of the group look at him, hilariously disappointed.

Meanwhile, everyone in Vishakha’s are playing with Pikachu after practicing. But what they don’t realize is that Pikachu is now feeling uncomfortable. She begins releasing sparks on her cheeks. Vishakha flinches and tries to warn the group.

Vishakha: Uhh...

But before she could warn them, Pikachu has already unleashed Thunderbolt. The attack electrocutes everyone, including the other Pokémon, but does not affect Vishakha. She just stands there, taking the attack, and shrugs.

Vishakha: Ehh... this doesn’t affect me anymore...

Pikachu eventually stops and everyone falls to the ground. Few more minutes have passed and everyone is set up. They continue on their journey towards Quarr’tel Town.

Once reaching the intersection and with the gate to the town in sight, Blight and Vishakha spot each other and start to run towards the gate. For a brief moment, Vishakha spots the determination in Blight’s eyes. She then slows down on purpose to let him win. As he reaches the gate, Blight starts to cheer.

Blight: I did it! I DID IT!! I finally won a bet against her Highne--

Suddenly, a small machine near the gate quickly displays a hologram right in front of Blight, causing him to startle and fall on the ground.

Blight: Woah!!

I.R.I.S.: Welcome, friends of the L1Ch-qU33n. My name is I.R.I.S. and welcome to Quarr’tel.

As everyone approaches I.R.I.S., Blight stands up and dusts himself off.

Blight: Geez, remind me to add “Avoid startling people” on your program, I.R.I.S.

I.R.I.S.: I apologize, Sir Blight. But the L1Ch-qU33n requested me to greet you once you pass the gate.

Rachel: “L1Ch-qU33n”?

Kaitlyn: I think she means Zahra Namazi.

Meg: The Gym Leader and new Clockmaker of Quarr’tel Town?

Reginald: The very same...

Reginald approaches I.R.I.S. and smiles.

Reginald: Hello, grandmother.

Everyone else: WHAT?!

While everyone in the group is startled with what Reginald said, Blight and Kaitlyn remain calm.

Taari: Y-you two... are related...?

Mika: How?! She’s an A.I.!

Elena: This is some weird shi--

Vishakha: Language...

After a minute of regaining composure, the group huddles around I.R.I.S.

Mika: So, what’s the story between how you’re... err... family?

Reginald: Well, before she was a hologram designed by my twisted grandfather, she was originally human. Her true name is Imogen Rourke. She may not be my grandmother, technically but she still sees me as her grandson.

Taari: Oooh. I get it now.

As the group discuss, they are called out by a familiar voice.

Voice: Finally! It was getting boring waiting for you guys.

The group turns to see Zahra grinning at them.

She turns to Blight.

Zahra: ‘Sup, Blight. Whatcha doing here?

Blight: Just wanted to see how I.R.I.S. is doing. Plus I wanted to accompany these kids.

I.R.I.S.: My status is at a normal rating, Blight. But if you’re willing to make advancements, then I’d be happy to accept updates.

Blight hands Zahra an envelope and a flash drive.

Blight: Here’s everything you need to increase her capabilities.

Zahra: Dope. Alright, I’m off. I’ll see the little runts by the gym tomorrow.

Zahra and I.R.I.S. bid farewell to the group as they wave to them. Afterwards, they head towards a Japanese-style restaurant. As they take their seats and have finished ordering their food, Blight and Vishakha discuss.

Vishakha: I guess you won, Jester.

Blight: Yeah... but not technically...

Vishakha’s smile falters as she sees the doubt on Blight’s face.

Blight: You lost on purpose didn’t you?

Vishakha: ...Yeah.

Blight pulls her into a warm hug as she hugs her back.

Vishakha: You’ve been losing a lot of our bets lately, Jester. I just thought that giving you a win would make you really happy...

Blight: I know. But seeing you happy is more important to me. And I don’t mind losing if that’s what it takes to see you smile. That is why... I’m sharing the pay with you.

Vishakha: ...Thank you, Jester...

The two linger in each other’s embrace as Vishakha takes a cookie from her cookie box and hands it to Blight.

Vishakha: Here, Cookieless man.

Blight grins and humbly takes the cookie. As the night goes on, everyone enjoyed each other’s company while having such a wonderful dinner.

After a bonding journey, everyone has finally reached Quarr’tel Town. How will Taari, Reginald, Kaitlyn and Elena handle their battle against Zahra after learning from Aryndelle’s Best? FIND OUT ON THE NEXT CHAPTER OF POKÉMON SUMMER VERSION!!

#playchoices #choices #choices stories you play #Endless Summer #pokemon x endless summer #iris #zahra namazi #taari #reginald rourke #blightarts #princesstopgun

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lordofthebigtimesupernatural · 7 years

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Hi! I absolutely love your single dad shiro au! Could you write about shiro having a bad PTSD episode? Maybe when him and Allura and Coran are at the park with the kids? Thanks!

Ahh, so this is how my fics are gonna go. We’ll have to alternate with fluff and angst :). You got your fluff so now be prepared for mega angst. I’ve endured panic attacks before but never a PTSD attack, so I apologize if it’s bad. The sweet, sweet smell of pain in the afternoon. Thanks, nonny, for what’s about to come. Enjoy!

x.V.x

You’re fine.

You’re not fine.

You’re fine.

Sometimes Shiro could tell when it was going to be a bad day. It was as if, over the years, he had come to learn when to notice the signs of when a bad day was going to come. Typically, a bad day meant a minor episode where Shiro would panic. It usually meant that his senses were heightened and hearing noises that weren’t actually there. It meant Shiro having to stay inside for hours watching as Keith played quietly.

At first, Shiro had brought Keith over to his parent’s house during his first “episodes” after adopting Keith. Those had been hard and his parents had to physically come back to Shiro’s house and return Keith while promising Shiro that he was doing great as a dad. It took a couple of years but eventually Keith could stay with Shiro. Thankfully, Shiro’s episodes lessened in severity and amount over the years.

Keith had learned to stay quiet and play by himself when his daddy was having a bad day.

Shiro’s bad days were limited now.

But even then, Shiro still had a really bad day.

Really bad days were rare and hadn’t happened yet with Keith around. Shiro had gotten lucky to have had a really bad day while Keith was at a sleepover with Lance, Hunk and Pidge.

However, when Shiro woke up that morning, the day that Keith was scheduled to celebrate continuing from first grade to second, with his friends, Shiro knew immediately that it was going to be a really bad day.

You’re fine.

Shiro realized that in hindsight he probably should have canceled or stay home. There were some triggers that Shiro knew to avoid, but sometimes a really bad day came without any warnings, or any triggers. However, Keith had actually been so excited to go to the park for once. He wanted to show Red off to everyone and have fun, and Shiro knew that Keith might not get this excited again.

He couldn’t cancel on his baby.

So Shiro ignored the warning signs. He ignored the slight tremble to his hands or how he couldn’t look at the prosthetic on his arm. He ignored the buzzing in his ears and the heaviness behind his eyes.

All for the sake of keeping that bright smile on Keith’s face.

Keith was oblivious to all of Shiro’s turmoil. On any other day, he would have been attentive to even the slightest detail regarding his daddy. He was quite perceptive for a seven-year-old. However, like any kid, sometimes his attention drifted to far more important things. Like going to the park with his daddy and all his friends, and being able to finally bring Red now that she was old enough to go.

Shiro fumbled with Keith’s seatbelt a couple of times. Once Red had even pushed her nose in between Shiro’s fingers and Keith’s seatbelt for some reason. She’d been nosing Shiro a lot today, like how she often nosed Keith. Luckily, after Red’s interference Shiro was able to buckle Keith up who was humming and waving his hands happily. It brought a brief smile to Shiro’s face.

The drive to the park took longer than Shiro remembered. Though, that could be that he was on edge the entire time. He mentally sent a small prayer when they arrived at the park incident free.

“Daddy! C’mon, we gotta go!” Keith shouted from his seat, trying to unbuckle himself. Beside him, Red barked happily at her master’s eagerness. To Shiro, the noise sounded like a drum clattering in his ears.

“Alright baby,” Shiro swallowed thickly, remembering that he would not ruin this day for Keith.

You’re fine.

“Hurry up daddy. Today we don’t have time for slowpokes!” Keith demanded as his dad unbuckled him. Red leapt out of the car and wagged her tail happily. She sat down proudly beside Shiro, waiting for their command to go. Shiro chuckled weakly as he pulled Keith out of his seat and onto his hip.

Immediately, Keith wrapped his arms around Shiro’s neck and bounced in Shiro’s arms.

To Shiro it felt like wire wrapping around his neck, squeezing – squeezing, squeezing – and fire crawling up his arm instead. Shiro picked up the pace to the park.

“Uncle Kuro! Grandma, grandpapa!” Keith squealed happily and Shiro almost jerked back from the noise. Thankfully, Keith was too eager with greeting his parents for anyone to notice.

“Keith, there’s my favorite nephew!” Shiro heard Kuro call towards them and Keith laughed. Suddenly, all Shiro could feel was someone trying to pull Keith out of his arms. Someone was trying to take Keith.

“I’m your only nephew!” Keith giggled. Shiro’s grip tightened on Keith and he practically growled at whoever had touched Keith.

�� “Ow, daddy?”

Shiro blinked slowly, only to realize that it had been Kuro, his own brother, who was trying to hold Keith. Whom was reaching for his uncle. Shiro was nearly horrified that he had hurt his son, and everyone had witnessed it.

Kuro was staring oddly at Shiro, halfway to reaching for Keith.

“Hey bro, I’m just going to give my nephew a hug, alright?” Kuro said slowly and the buzzing in Shiro’s ears increased.

“Um, a, um,” Shiro stammered unintelligibly. Gently, he pushed Keith into Kuro’s arms and swallowed thickly. He was thankful that Keith and Kuro, nor anyone else, said anything about Shiro’s behavior.

“There’s my little man!” Kuro cheered, instantly puckering up and giving Keith a big kiss on the cheek. Keith giggled, already forgetting his dad’s strange behavior. After all, everyone acted weird sometimes, right? The Shirogane parents both swarmed Kuro and Keith, each taking a turn to hold Keith, comment on how big he was getting and giving their grandson a kiss.

“Hello Shiro,” Shiro jumped when he felt a soft hand on his shoulder. Quickly, he turned to see Allura smiling at him. Beside her, Coran was setting a large plate of food onto the picnic table the family had.

You’re fine.

“H-Hi Allura. Coran.” Shiro smiled and nodded to the two. If they noticed anything strange about Shiro’s behavior, neither one of them said anything. Quickly, Shiro reached for a water bottle and nodded his thanks to Allura. He was quite thirsty.

“Is everyone else here?” Shiro asked, after several large gulps of water. Even after that, his mouth was still dry as a desert and parched. Allura nodded her head towards the playground with a smile.

“Yeah. You two were the last ones. The other kids are playing with Lance’s family right now.” Allura explained and sure enough, Shiro could see Lance, Hunk and Pidge surrounded by the rest of Lance’s family.

“Keith, honey,” Shiro called over, ignoring the quake in his legs. Keith beamed, running over with Red. Quietly, Red nose at the palm of Shiro’s hand, much to his confusion. He ignored her and bent down over Keith. “Lance, Hunk and Pidge are all here. They’re over by the playground. Wanna go?”

“Yes! C’mon girl, we need to show Lance how amazing you are!” Keith jumped up and down happily before tugging on Red’s leash. Red barked happily and followed after her master. She paused to look back at Shiro, only to be pulled away and soon enough she was turning her attention to Keith.

Shiro stayed on his knees for a long time, suddenly feeling drained.

You’re fine.

“Shiro, honey?” Shiro blinked back black spots when he heard his mom’s voice from above him. He stood up in a slight daze, not even realizing that he was scratching at the edges of his prosthetic. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah son, you’re looking a bit pale,” Thace commented, standing beside his wife and son.

“I’m fine.” Shiro attempted to smile at his parents, still scratching at his arm.

“Are you sure? Do you need to sit down?” Now Kuro had joined them and suddenly Shiro had too many people around him.

“I’m fine,” Shiro stressed tightly.

“Shiro, you look like you’re about to collapse! Is everything okay?” Coran exclaimed as he and Allura joined the family next to Shiro. Shiro sucked in a deep breath, trying to get away from everyone. There were too many people around him.

You’re fine.

“Takashi, sit. We’ll take care of you.”

You’re not fine.

“Don’t touch me!” Shiro practically shouted. He wrenched his arm away from the person who had grabbed his arm. However, in that moment Shiro couldn’t see his mother or father or Kuro and Allura. Rather, in that moment all he could see were the dark shadows of those who had tortured Shiro. Those who had taken his arm and nearly stolen his life.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” Shiro stumbled back feeling a table behind him. With a sudden burst of strength, Shiro grabbed the table and threw it between him and his tormentors, hoping that it would be enough to get between them.

He had to get away from them.

He couldn’t let them hurt them.

Not again.

x.V.x

“Get away!” Kuro shouted after Shiro’s stunning scream. It had startled everyone in the park. Including other children and parents at the playground. Thankfully, they were all too far away to be a problem. However, he had snatched Allura and Coran and shoved them back after Shiro had grabbed the picnic table filled with food and threw it at them. His parents didn’t even hesitate despite their horror and ducked away. All of their food had smashed and crumbled to the floor and the table was flipped on its side, as Shiro ducked behind that table.

Kuro cursed, as he heard children crying and parents leaving in fear. He ignored them all and instead focused on Shiro who was still crouching behind the picnic table. He knew that something had been up with Shiro. He had known that there was something wrong with his brother the moment he and Keith greeted them.

Kuro knew the signs of a PTSD episode. For god’s sake, that was Kuro’s life. However, he was ashamed to admit that he had ignored the signs because this was Takashi. Takashi who was invincible. Takashi who was the one to calm Kuro down from an attack. Takashi who never had an episode in the four years that Kuro had been back.

“Takashi?” Kuro and Shiro’s mother whimpered. Thace was holding her back and Kuro swallowed heavily. He saw Coran helping Allura up, both with looks of confusion on their faces.

“He’s back there, mom. He can’t hear you.” Kuro said hoarsely.

“Back where?” Their mother cried.

“Allura, Coran, please get everyone away.” Kuro continued, making sure to keep his voice quiet. “I don’t think Shiro will…hurt anyone,” A lump formed in his throat and Kuro forced himself to speak past it. “There are too many people.”

“Kuro, where is he?”

“Dad, get mom away. You don’t…Shiro won’t want you to see this.” Kuro continued.

“Kuro! Where is he?!”

“Dad, please. Get Keith and the kids too.”

“Kuro!”

“He’s back in that fucking place that took his arm!” Kuro finally shouted, rounding on his parents. His mother bit back another sob and guilt crept into Kuro’s chest.

“Get away!” Shiro screamed again upon hearing raised voice and he kicked at the table in front of him.

“Mom, please. He thinks he’s back there. He won’t be able to tell that we’re here to help him. Right now, all he knows is that he’s in pain and that he has to survive.” Kuro whispered painfully. He felt his heart squeeze upon seeing the tears in his mother and father’s eyes. “He’ll be fine. He just needs – he needs space.”

With that, Kuro left his parents without another word and began creeping towards the table. It was a long shot, but Kuro was hoping to be able to sneak up on Shiro.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see that parents and children were all leaving with Allura and Coran leading them.

“We’re so sorry. He’s ex-military and something triggered a flashback…”

However, Kuro’s luck was running out especially since Shiro had been special ops. A higher status than Kuro in the military. Which meant, that he could clearly hear Kuro coming for him. Kuro barely had time to duck when a watermelon was thrown at him with deadly accuracy. He would be that if Shiro was in a clearer state of mind, he wouldn’t have missed.

“Takashi, it’s Kuro. I’m your brother.” Kuro tried to soothe, only to have to avoid several sandwiches being thrown at his head.

“Don’t you dare talk about my brother! You leave him alone!” Shiro snarled furiously. He looked over the table, glaring at Kuro with clouded eyes and sweat sheening around his face.

“Takashi, I’m fine. I’m okay. So are you. You’re safe Takashi.” Kuro felt the lump growing in his throat.

“Stop calling me that! Stop!” Shiro screamed, hands over his ears. He grabbed a can of soda and aimed for Kuro. Kuro grunted when he wasn’t fast enough, and the soda slammed into his shoulder. Goddamn that hurt.

“Takashi…” The lump was growing bigger and bigger in Kuro’s throat. He didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t used to being the one to help, rather than receiving it. He didn’t know how to help his brother. He didn’t know how to help this.

Takashi threw another can of soda, to which Kuro managed to avoid.

“Daddy?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Kuro hissed, furious when his eyes started watering. Both he and Shiro snapped their attention to where Keith was standing. Unattended and alone. And far too close to Shiro in this moment.

Kuro could see Keith’s body trembling and tears racing down his cheeks.

“Keith, no! Go back to grandma and grandpa! No!” Kuro yelled, turning Shiro’s attention to him.

“You have my son?! How did you get him?! He’s supposed to be safe!” Shiro practically shrieked, causing Keith to whimper. “How dare you touch him!”

Shiro suddenly jumped over the table, before grabbing Kuro but the front of his jacket. Kuro resisted the urge to yelp, clawing at Kuro’s arms to keep Shiro from grabbing at his skin. The two rolled around together and grunted as they fought.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Keith cried.

“How dare you touch my son?!” Shiro snarled, eyes blazing with murderous fury. Kuro could see the tears gathering in his eyes, underneath all that fury.

“Shiro, please. It’s Kuro. It’s me.” Kuro pleaded, struggling to keep Shiro’s hands from wrapping around his neck. “You’re safe! Keith is safe! He was never in danger!”

“How did you even find him?!” By now, the tears were racing down Shiro’s cheeks and his entire body was shaking. Kuro’s arms were straining under the pressure of Shiro’s hands. “How?!”

“Takashi!”

“Daddy!”

Kuro’s eyes widened when he saw a flash of metal under the sunlight. Grunting, Kuro used all of his strength in order to push Shiro off him, knocking the pocket knife out of his hands, before rolling them over. Shiro bucked his hips wildly, howling the entire time and cursing his captors. The entire time, Kuro forced himself to keep a tight hold on Shiro, despite every howl breaking his heart.

“Daddy, no daddy!” Keith sobbed, sprinting over to Kuro and Shiro. Shiro had sobbed upon hearing Keith’s voice but Kuro forced himself to keep Shiro from moving. “You’re hurting him. Stop it! You’re hurting him!” Kuro felt Keith clawing at him, trying to get him off Shiro but Kuro wouldn’t budge. His heart broke at the fact that Keith had to witness this.

“Keith. Stop. Your daddy is hurt and I’m trying to help him.”

“You’re hurting him! He’s – he’s crying. Stop! Why is he crying?” Keith sobbed. Shiro wailed underneath Kuro and Kuro didn’t know how much longer he could do this. Thankfully, in that instant, Allura had snatched Keith up, despite Keith screaming and crying.

Shiro was dazed under Kuro, in a state between consciousness and a flashback. He couldn’t fight Kuro anymore, even if he wanted, and instead resorted to crying. Kuro’s arms trembled as they held his brother down. Like an animal.

“Please! No! Stop it! Don’t hurt my daddy! Please don’t hurt him!” Keith’s screams would haunt Kuro for as long as he would. Just as the sound of his older brother sobbing in pain would.

x.V.x

“Kuro, I’m so, so sorry.” Shiro’s voice was a wreck after all that yelling and crying.

“What were you thinking Takashi?” Kuro finally managed to say. His brother was sitting up on his bed, sheets pooled around his waist while Kuro sat on the edge of the bed. “You know the signs. You must have seen something would happen.”

“I know. I know.”

“Then why?” Kuro couldn’t forget the way that Shiro had flipped out on them. Or the way that he had screamed to be let go.

“I couldn’t ruin Keith’s day,” Shiro whispered hoarsely. “Good load that did though. I can’t even look at him.”

“Takashi…”

“No, Kuro, I terrified my son,” Shiro said sharply. “How am I supposed to look at him and tell him everything is okay after he saw his father try to kill his uncle?”

“Keith’s smarter than you think Shiro. He’ll understand.”

“How?! I hurt you! I could have hurt him, or mom and dad, or the other kids!”

“He understands what happened to your arm, right?” Kuro finally asked, looking at his brother for the first time since Shiro had passed out under him. Shiro looked like death warmed over with bags under his eyes, translucent skin and sweat everywhere.

Slowly, Shiro nodded.

“Then you will just have to explain what happens…when soldiers come home. Keith will understand. Sure, he’s scared right now, but not of you. He’s scared for you.”

“Kuro. I – I can’t – I can’t…”

“It’s okay.” Quietly, Kuro maneuvered himself on the bed so that he was right beside Shiro. “You don’t always have to be okay. You don’t always have to be the strong one. But it’s going to be okay.” After pulling Shiro into a hug, Kuro bit back his own tears when he felt Shiro’s tears soaking through his shirt.

Eventually, Keith scrambled into the room and threw himself into Shiro’s lap where Shiro apologized over and over to his son. There were many more hours of tears and lots of more hugs but eventually, the three of them had fallen asleep together.

They would be okay. They had to be for each other.

#single dad shiro #single dad shiro AU #kiddie!AU #kiddie!paladins #voltron legendary defender #thanks nonny #super angst-town here we come

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Electrical Disturbance, Ch. I

Chapter 1 of "Electrical Disturbance," a Rockman (Dr. Chou Numbers universe) fan fiction story.

As most of you are aware, I recently dipped back into the Rockman/Mega Man fandom – or, more specifically, a fan character off-shoot there of. Well, after revising that story, I guess I had another in me because, wouldn't you know it? I ended up writing a big, eight-chapter epic about Kaitlin's namesake hero-girl. And, unlike the last time… this one really is more of a "Rockman fan fiction," as you'll see later on. On an unrelated note, I think this might be one of the few times the story description on the Series Archive will greatly differ from the description of the first chapter. There's no way I can summarize the story's events here!

Word count: 3,871 – Character count: 22,118 Originally written: July 18th, 2020

While performing upkeep on his ride, Joseph finds himself joined by one of his favorite people!

Roll, Albert W. Wily, “Rockman,” and related characters and concepts created by various people and © Capcom Co, Ltd. "Dr. Chou Numbers" concept and related characters and concepts created by and © Jussy Kaitlin/Thundergirl created by and © KaitlinEXE

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It was 2 o’clock on a sunny Thursday in the suburbs. Outside of a small house on a random street, a fox-man with golden fur was washing his car, when… “Mister Joseph…?” The fox blinked, his chocolate-tipped ears twitching. Someone had called his name in a soft, gentle voice. He turned off the hose in his hands and turned around to see… “R… Roll…?” A little, blond-haired girl stood a short distance away from the man. As was often the case, she wore her hair in a high ponytail, tied back with a green ribbon, while a plain, red, shirtless pinafore dress and matching, metallic Mary-Jane shoes decorated her small frame. She seemed to be carrying some sort of shiny bag behind her back as she cheerfully smiled and looked at her friend with pretty, brown eyes.

Her sudden appearance had been enough to make the man suspicious, but… “W-wait…” Joseph flipped up his clip-on sunglasses and narrowed his eyes. “Roll… did you… change your eye color?” “Don’t you know, Mister Joseph?” She girlishly giggled as she walked over with a cute, feminine sway. “As a robot, I can change my eye color to anything I want! Blue… green… brown…” “You forgot your color contacts, didn’t you.” Roll blinked… then she scowled, stopped her bag, and stomped in a puddle. “Darn it, Joe!” she exclaimed, her voice sounding much less “girlish.” “Hah!” He wagged his tail and smiled. “I knew it was you, Kaitlin.” When she crossed her arms and looked away with a pout, he found it kind of adorable. However… “Kait, I thought we fixed this…?” He quickly changed his tune as he recalled the conversation that led to this scenario.

Roll – rather, Kaitlin – looked over at her friend. When she noticed the concerned look on his face, she tilted her head. Then, suddenly… “Oh! Oh, no-no-no-no-no!” She laughed, waving her hands and causing Joseph further confusion. “This isn’t what you think it is, Joe!” she started. Then, as she walked to his side and put her hands behind her back, again, she explained… “That talk we had a couple weeks ago really helped me, a lot… Like I said before, who cares what the original purpose for Doc Chou’s proto-girl was? Since New-Dad rescued me from the dump, I learned a lot of things. Not only did I become Kaitlin Wily, buuut…” She pointed to the sky, calling down a long strand of electricity from a nearby power line. The resulting impact made her dress billow and hair whip in the wind. “I became Thundergirl, the Renegade Wily Number!!” “Geez, Kait…!” Joseph cried, his fur fluffing from the nearby static. “Whatever happened to that whole ‘secret identity’ thing…?” She went bow-legged and covered her mouth with both hands. “Oop– sorry…!” Then, she actually giggled. It was a weird sight, coming from her… but hardly an unwelcome one!

“My point is,” she continued as she took a neutral pose, “I’m not doubting myself, anymore. Whatever I was, I ain’t, anymore, and whatever I am is whoever I wanna be! And, right now?” She grinned at the fox. “I wanna be the Kaitlin who dressed up like Roll for her boyfriend!” “As opposed to the Kaitlin who wanted to be Roll for her friend?” Joseph asked. “Bingo!” The girl winked and grinned at him, then she put her hands behind her back for a third time, sort of impatiently wiggling on-the-spot.

“So!” Kaitlin said with a bright smile. “What can I do for you, Mister Joseph?” He rubbed the back of his head. “W-well… I was in the middle of washing my car, as you can see, so–” “Oh! Let me help with that!” He blinked as, without waiting, “Roll” ran to a nearby bucket and grabbed a sponge. “I was built to help out!” she cheerfully proclaimed as she started rubbing a random dirty spot on his little, green vehicle. “I live to serve!” “Is… is that what you think Roll sounds like, Kait?” “What do you mean, Mister Joseph?” The brown-eyed girl paused, blinking in confusion. “I was made to be a housekeeping robot, right? Well, what does a housekeeping robot do?” “Keep… house…?” Joseph guessed with a cocked head. “Yep! So, let me help you keep your house tidy!” “I don’t live in my car, though…” he chuckled. “Oh, uh…” Again, she paused in confusion. She wasn’t sure if the car counted as part of the “house” – or rather, part of the household, like a lawn or a patio. As she debated herself, Joseph walked over, still chuckling, and started rubbing a window on the opposite side of his vehicle. “Besides, I thought you – Kaitlin,” he emphasized, “hated being a maid?” “Kaitlin hates being a maid, yes!” the girl agreed, continuing to use a sweeter tone as she resumed cleaning, “but Roll doesn’t! Roll – which is me – loves cooking and cleaning for her – my friends and family! We’re friends, aren’t we, Mister Joseph?” “Yeah…?” the fox answered… though he wasn’t sure “who” he was answering. “Sooo…” She brightly smiled. “Let me help you, today! It’s was a long flight from New Mexico, after all, and it’d be a waste for me to go aaall the way back just like that!” “I… suppose you’re right?” He smiled at the girl pretending to be Roll. “Okay, you win, Cutie Roll. It’d be my honor to have you help me out around the house. Thank you!” Once again, Kaitlin looked a little baffled. “What– really? Oh, I mean… yaaay!!” she quickly corrected, falling back into character. “Thank you for this opportunity, Mister Joseph!” He blushed a little as “Roll” bowed his way… then, he chuckled. “Your, um… ‘ponytail’ is slipping, ‘Roll.’” “What?” She stood back up with a blink. A second later, “Oh!” The girl looked in his side-view mirror, quickly adjusting her wig. “You didn’t see that,” she said in a cool voice that mimicked an angered Roll. “See what?” She smiled. “Good boy.”

The next hour was spent giving Joseph’s car a good scrubbing, followed by a rinse. During that time, “Roll” decided to catch up with her friend, asking him how things had been since he and Thundergirl visited, how the girl-hero had been, and so on. When it came time for Joseph to ask the same of her and her life… “Oh, you know how things are as Right Labs! Busy-busy-busy!” She didn’t have as much of an answer. “You know…” Joseph wagged his tail as he decided to test Kaitlin’s knowledge of Roll. “There’s a rumor going around on the web that you love your brother, Rock.” “Of course I do!” the false-blond said without missing a beat. “Rock is my brother! I love him, lots!” “Okay, but…” The fox grinned. “What I mean is, you don’t just love him as a brother.” “Well… I guess not!” She smiled over the hood of the car. “I also love him like family… because he is family!” “The rumor is…” His grin widened. “You have a romantic crush on your brother.” “Wh-wh-what?!” She looked up from her cleaning, her mouth and eyes going wide. “I… I d-don’t know what you’re talking about, Mister Joseph!” “I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you did…” He looked skyward with a sigh and a smile. “He’s so heroic and brave… He’s always fighting that nogoodnik, Dr. Wily, as well as any other threats to the planet. Remember that time the Space Rulers invaded?” She tilted her head. “Wasn’t that a plot by Dr. Wily, too?” “Was it?” Joseph hummed. “Well, I wasn’t there, so I don’t know all the facts…” The fox signaled for “Roll” to scoot. When she did, he sprayed his car’s hood clean of suds and soap.

“Getting back to my point,” he said as he looked his vehicle over, “Rock isn’t just a superhero. He’s a super-duper-hero! I bet there’s plenty of girls who have a crush on him–” “Who?!” He blinked, his ears perking and eyes widening. “Roll” was giving Joseph an angry, impatient look with her hands on her hips. “I… don’t know anyone, specifically,” he clarified. “I’m just saying, it’s only natural for someone to crush on such a cool guy like Rock. Even his own sister!” “I-I… gueeess…?” The fox tilted his head. “Roll” was starting to blush… which either meant that Kaitlin was a really good actor, or… “Hey, Kait?” “Yeah? Oh– dang it!” He chuckled as she broke character. Then… “Real-talk: do you have a thing for Rock? I’ve always wondered. You can tell me.” “Mm… not really.” She shrugged. “I’m kind’a into taller guys with more flair?” He blinked a couple of times. She’d let that loose so easily… “Did… you mean to tell me that?” he found himself asking. “Sure?” She smiled his way. “Why not?” “I… uh, never mind.

“Anyway… you were blushing when I was going on about Rock, so I just–” “It’s called ‘acting,’ fluffy-butt!” She chuckled. “My current role is Roll, so I’m rolling along with whatever role you roll at me!” “That… sentence hurts my head.” The two shared a bit of laughter, together. “So, do you think your car shiny-and-clean enough, Mister Joseph…?” Kaitlin said as she went back into character. After Joseph nodded, she set her sponge down, clapped her hands, and brightly smiled. “Wonderful! I’m glad I was able to help you wash it, Mister Joseph! But…” She rubbed her arm and looked down, her face warming, again. “I’m even more glad we could do it, together… A-as a team, I mean…!” “C… come again?” “N-nothing…!” The fox blinked as “Roll” flustered and laughed. She was blushing, again…

“H-hey, it’s getting late, now!” she suddenly said. “Um, may I make you some dinner?” “Y–” He blinked, pausing. “You know how to cook…?” Kaitlin knew that question was directed at her and not “Roll.” However… “Of course I know how to cook! You’ve had my cooking, before! How rude!” She stayed in-character and shot him a glare, stomping the asphalt of his driveway. “S-sorry, sorry…!” the fox laughed. “Yes, I’d love one of your home-cooked meals, Miss Roll. Thank you very much!” “Great!” Her expression lightened and she clapped, again. “How does shrimp-fried rice sound?” “That… sounds pretty good, yeah.” “Okay! ‘cause, that’s what I brought in that cold-storage bag! The ingredients, I mean!” She walked to the metallic-looking sack that she’d abandoned by his curb-side mailbox. “The shrimp should be thawed,” she commented as she retrieved it, “so dinner should be ready in about a half-hour! You go ahead and relax while I get everything going!” “O-okay… But, um, if you’re going inside…” he commented as she trotted over to his front door with her bag, “you’ll need to unlock the door, first.” “Oh?” She blinked, giving his doorknob a turn. “Oh, it is locked!” “I’m paranoid… uh, ‘Roll.’ But, I appreciate the enthusiasm to get started. It’s sweet.” “That’s me, alright! Sweet-as-honey!” she giggled. “So… am I officially invited in?” He smiled, his tail wagging. “I’m officially inviting you in, yes.” The girl cheerfully giggled with a bright smile of her own. “Catch.” Only to blink and watch in curiosity as the fox tossed her a key-ring. “It’s the key marked ‘home,” he told her as he bent down to retrieve one of the wash buckets they were using. “I’ll clean up out here while you get started. Okay?” “O-okay…!” She flustered a little as she nodded. “Thank you very much!” “No, Roll.” He winked. “Thank you.” She looked away with another blush, giggling to herself. “The key unlocks the knob and the deadbolt, by the way!” “Got it!” she called back, already setting to work on unlocking the house. A second later, she made her way inside and got ready to cook for the friendly fox.

Geez… what am I even doing…?

That was the first thought Kaitlin had as she stood in Joseph’s kitchen. She had a bit of time to wait while the pan – which she’d dug out of one of the fox’s cabinets – got hot. That, of course, gave her time to think…

What was I even thinking, just showing up, unannounced, and dressed like Roll…? She looked at the red fabric of her dress, tugging it out in front of her. A second later, she twisted her body and looked herself over, sticking one leg out and pointing her toe at the tiled floor. Once she realized what it was she was doing – looking herself over, girlishly – she dropped her dress skirt, brushed it straight, then huffed. I feel so weird, wearing this… Why didn’t I pick Roll’s hoodie outfit, instead? At least I could’ve worn bike shorts under that one! The girl uncomfortable squirmed. It’s weird, feeling the air on my legs, like this… It’s even weirder knowing that if I bend over or sit the wrong way, I could end up flashing someone… Even a gust of wind could make this skirt fly up on me! She blushed, envisioning a situation where that happened while Joseph was watching. The perv’d prob’ly love it… Heh heh heh… That brought her some amusement. Shortly after, she sighed and looked at the pan. “Heat, darn it! I have a dinner t’ cook!” “Wha’cha say, Roll?” Kaitlin squeaked in surprise. A second later… “O-oh, I’m just being a grump because this butter isn’t melting fast enough! I’m sure you’re really hungry after washing your car, and–” “I’m in no hurry,” Joseph called from the other side of his roomy living room, she guessed. “Take all the time you need.” “O-okay! Thank you! Dinner should be ready within the hour!” “Heh. You’re the best, Roll!” She put her hands to her warming cheeks and wiggled in place with a shy smile. “He thinks I’m the best…” she whispered with a giggle. “G-gosh…” Kaitlin blinked, then, as she wondered why she did that. It wasn’t like he was close enough to see her, much less hear her. Method acting… she rationalized with a shrug and a snort. When the sizzle of the butter caught her attention, she hummed and smiled, then she started the cooking process, proper.

“Dinner’s ready!”

Roughly forty-four minutes after the robot-girl had started, she finished with a delicious-smelling pile of fried rice, shrimp, and peas all served in the same pan. She happily served up a portion on a plate for Joseph, bringing it to him in the living room. A minute later, she returned with a smaller dish for herself. When she knelt on the opposite side of his coffee table and set out a pair of forks for them… “What are you doing?” She had to look up.

“What do you mean?” she asked, curiously tilting her head. “You can sit on the couch,” the fox offered, shimmying over and patting the space next to him. “There’s plenty of room. Heck, you can even have the whole thing if you–” “I wouldn’t dream of kicking you off your own couch, Mister Joseph!” He blinked a couple of times. “But, to answer your question…” The girl looked down, shyly rubbing the tips of her index fingers together. “It wouldn’t be proper for me to sit next to you, like that… Hee-hee…” “Why not?” “Come on, Mister Joseph…” Her hands gravitated to her glowing cheeks. “A single lady sitting next to a handsome man, all alone in his lovely house…? That’s how rumors start!” “You think I’m handsome?” “Ah–!” She covered her face entirely, shaking her head. “I-I didn’t mean it!” “So, you think I’m ugly, then?” “N-no! I-I mean, yes?” She squeaked, pulling her hands over her chest and looking at the fox with surprise. “Aaah– I-I do think you’re handsome! I just– w-wait…” When she noticed him grinning and wagging his tail… “You tricked me…!” She got angry.

“Yooou think I’m handsome!” Joseph laughed out loud, his grin widening. “That’s not funny, Joseph!” She puffed her cheeks shooting him a glare. “It’s not nice to play with a girl’s feelings, like that!” “Hee-hee… Mmm… Man, Kaitlin. You really went all-out for this, huh?” The anger in her brown eyes vanished and she found herself genuinely smiling. “I wanted t’ do somethin’ extra-special-nice for you,” the girl said in her normal voice. “Not just ‘cause you’re my boyfriend, but ‘cause… you deserve it!” “If I didn’t know you were Kaitlin,” Joseph said as he picked up his plate, “I’d swear the real Roll were sitting across from me, right now. You’re an exceptional actress.” “Geez…” She rubbed her cheeks – which were genuinely warming from his praise. “Ya sure know how t’ flatter a girl, Fuzzball.” “Heh. Wanna take a break from the ‘Roll-play’ and–” “Heck, yea’!” The fox laughed as Kaitlin shrugged her wig off, grabbed her plate and fork, and slid around the coffee table to plunk down next to him.

“This smells really good…” Joseph told her as she turned on the television. “It should!” She beamed as she told him, “I’ve been practicin’!” “For me?” he teased. “For myself,” was the girl’s honest answer. “I don’t wanna go pro or anything, but I think it’s nice t’ be able t’ cook somethin’ for my friends! Or, ya know… when I was a hot meal.” She took a bite of her meal and wiggled, making “yummy” noises. “Ish sho guud…!” “Ya know…” Joseph said after a bite, “Roll would never talk with food in her mouth.” “Yeah, well.” She paused to swallow. “I ain’t Roll right now. So, there! Nyeh.” The two grinned at each other. Shortly after, they returned to their respective plates.

The meal went off without a hitch, that evening. Joseph was all smiles as he went back for seconds. Kaitlin wasn’t kidding – her shrimp-fried rice really was good! Of course, any praise he gave the girl was rewarded with a mix of egotistic boasting… and shy blushing. She never knew how to take a from-the-heart compliment from her friends. All she knew was that she appreciated all of it.

“I’m gonna have to have you cook for me more often, Kait,” the said as he started putting the leftovers into a plastic container, a short while later. “I–” “Shh!” “What? What’s wrong?” The fox waited for a reply. After a moment, though… “– the latest in a series of small-scale attacks by Dr. Wily.” “Aw, no…”

Joseph stopped what he was doing and rushed into the other room to join Kaitlin. She was already on the floor, her eyes glued to the television screen and ears taking in every word that the brown-haired newscaster wearing hair-buns was saying.

“As seen here, the infamous roboticist, Dr. Albert W. Wily, has already struck several major cities in the continental United States, including but not limited to…” The reporter listed off a series of names, showing off matching video clips of various Robot Masters attacking place-after-place. “News sources have yet to determine the motive of these attacks as they don’t appear to be organized in any cohesive way. We now join our news panel to discuss–” Joseph and Kaitlin both blinked. The picture was getting fuzzy and distorted… “Hey! C’mon!!” the girl-robot shouted as she sat up and banged the fox’s television. “I don’t think it’s the TV, Kait… I think it’s–” “Gyaaah ha ha ha ha ha hah…!!” “– a broadcast interruption – oh, here we go…”

An older, white-haired man wearing a black dress shirt, red tie, and white lab-coat appeared. His eyebrows waggle while his blue eyes stared right into the camera. “Greetings, lesser minds of the world!” When he slid back, there was no mistaking those big, jagged tufts of white hair or that push-broom moustache… The man who had interrupted the broadcast was none other than… “It is I, the indelible hyper-genius, Doctor Wily!!” “‘Indelible…?’” Joseph repeated. “What does–” “Shh…!” He blinked as Kaitlin hushed him, again. The two continued to watch in silence, after.

“You may be wondering… just what sort of sinister machination do I have up my magnificent sleeve this time…?” “What, did he buy a Thesaurus, recent–?” “Hush!” the girl warned, growing increasingly annoyed with the interruptions. Wily continued as a large map of the country appeared on blueprint paper, on-screen. “Well, as you’ve undoubtedly noticed, I’ve sent a few of my favorite machines out to take over some of the key tourist-centric locations of the United States!” As Dr. Wily named locations, flashing red-and-yellow dots appeared on the map, the last one appearing somewhere in Arizona. By the end, a total of eight dots appeared at various locations. The map slid into the upper-right corner of the screen, then. “Why have I done this?” Dr. Wily said as he came back into view. “Simple, you simpletons! This is the first step in my latest plan to take over the wooorld…!” “But, he’s just taking over–” “Joseph!” The fox covered his mouth as Kaitlin shot him a harsh glare. He had a feeling there wouldn’t be another warning if he spoke, again.

“‘But Dr. Wily,’” the doctor said in a whiny, dumb sort of accent, “‘you’re just taking over tourist spots in the US!’” Joseph blinked as Kaitlin briefly smirked at him. “Thank you for stating the obvious, you small-minded sap! The point of taking over the tourist industry of the United States is that it will have a largely-detrimental effect on the global economy! Stocks will plummet, the value of the dollar will fall, and before long, people will start to panic! But! While the world leaders scramble to salvage their failing countries and placate the braying sheep, I… Dr. Wily… will appear with my never-ending army of robots–” Another picture frame appeared, showing still-after-still of large groups of robots… Shielded stormtroopers in green, red, and orange… construction robots of all sizes with various weapons and machinery… flying creatures, swimming creatures, and everything in between! Wily really wasn’t kidding when he said he had “armies.” “– and quash the inevitable uprisings that will ensue in the panic! Once the masses are quelled and I’ve ousted the current leaders through force, I’ll have cemented my place as ruler of the world! Then… the New Age of Wily can begin!” “The ‘NAW?’” Joseph asked as the doctor cackled. “What a stupid– buwaaaurgh–!!” The fox then fell onto his butt as Kaitlin zapped him with a short, high-amp burst of energy! She did warn him to keep quiet…

“‘Doctah Wahwee,’” the menacing scientist mocked as he came back into view, again, “‘why are you giving us all the details, like this? Aren’t you scaaared that someone will stop you?’ Not at all, you minor mentalists! As you can see–” He gestured to the map and the slideshow of robot armies. “– I am quite prepared for any-and-all forms of resistance, be it from a local militia, the unified armies of the world, or even a certain blue bomber…” He growled at that last thought. “No, this time… absolutely no one will be able to stop me! This time, my friends… the world will be mine!! Gyah hah… ha hah… nyaaah ha ha ha ha haaaaah…!!” “We’ll see about that, Dad!!”

#gift #fan fiction #Mega Man #Dr. Chou Numbers #Electrical Disturbance #commercial characters #Albert Wily #fan characters #kaitlinexe #Kaitlin Wily #original characters #jolikmc #Joseph Lithius #slice of life #drama

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shewhowantsmouseears · 7 years

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Love Like Lava, Epilogue

Notes: The final section of my story has completed, so it's time to doll out some thanks.

To my close pals for their wonderful friendship, ones who kept me going with their smiles - Boxlunches, Palooka, Chllstarr, Greta, friends old and new within the Mice Discord, without those last pushes I wouldn't be here!

Once again, a big thanks toward my great gal Angie, who is the co-creator of Millicent! And, by that line, Agalma too!

A special thanks towards Disney Diligent, who helped inspire/create the final look for Aphrodite Minnie.

As always, super ultra huge mega thanks to my fantastic editors, Drucilla and Blueshifted! Funny enough, this story seemed to create the most division between them, one adoring lines that the other insisted be kicked out! XD Thankfully I as the narcissistic writer get to ultimately choose =P But yes, these two put in hard work and great effort for my little hobby, and deserve all the praise in the world!

Finally, thank YOU, yes YOU, all of my fans for reading, liking, commenting, reblogging, and for ultimately enjoying this wild ride! It's definitely gone through some changes since I first bubbled the idea years ago - a simple romantic comedy turned into questions of loss and sense of purpose. I had to cut out a few ideas (at one point, I debated about a sideplot of Clarabelle as Medusa and Horace as her blind boyfriend), but I think in the end I came away with a better story overall. I hope you all had a good time, and I also hope you stick around for next lovey-dovey tale!

(... and apologies in advance to all the donald fans because yes I am absolutely going to kick him around again)

Summary: When it comes to legends and myths, the final curtain never rests. What can the love story between two unlikely immortals inspire for upcoming generations?

“You don't have to do this, you know.” Donald knew his statement was obvious, yet he felt a need to say it anyway. “You don't owe him anything... except maybe a kick to his almighty shin.”

“I know,” Mickey casually replied, finishing the last strikes with his hammer upon his project. “But when I had this in mind, it was for someone huge, and he's the only guy big enough to use it. Besides, I like makin' stuff for folks.”

“Oh, Mickey.” Minnie was sitting on his workbench, admiring him with a swooning sigh. “You've got such a big heart.”

“If you two are going to get all lovey-dovey,” Daisy warned, averting her eyes, “I'm out of here.”

One of the newly repaired Axelias came over to wipe away Mickey's sweat, and he gave her a smile. “Thanks, Axelia.”

“You-Are-Welcome-Welcome-Welcome.” This one had the newest feature, a movable mouth. It was still a work in process, so her smile was lopsided, but it was still a smile she chose to make.

Mickey brought the hammer down one last time, then decided he was finished, pulling back to admire his work. “What do you think?”

“Not bad, not bad at all.” Donald offered a thumbs-up, grinning with pride.

Daisy snickered. “I can't wait to hear the mortals' reaction when they see it for the first time.”

“It's positively perfect.” Minnie came up to kiss Mickey's cheek, and he chuckled. “Oh, Mickey, will you ever stop being amazing?”

“Only when you stop bein' cute as a button.” Mickey nuzzled his nose to hers, causing Minnie to giggle wildly.

“Guys, seriously, I'm gunna hurl.” Daisy pretended to gag with a finger in her mouth. “Look, can we get this over with already? The sooner we can drop it off, the sooner we can go sailing. The ocean misses us.”

Mickey laughed, and placed his hand on the project, his other hand steady on his walking stick. “Fine, let's get going! It's not going to deliver itself!”

Thus the four of them reappeared on Mount Olympus – it had been several months since they last touched the cloudy paradise. No, it didn't deserve them, but Mickey had ultimately decided he could grace them with his presence when he felt like it. It wouldn't be too often, but he found such joy in his creations that he wanted everyone to have them. They popped up near the rebuilt thrones of Hera and Zeus, now separated. Hera flinched when she saw them, ready to duck and hide if need be. Zeus grimaced until he saw the unusual glimmer in Mickey's hands.

“I have brought you a gift,” Mickey declared, his back tall and proud. “I want nothing in return. I call it... a lightning bolt!”

Zeus' eyes went as big as the planet itself, and he knelt down to take the mighty yellow arch in his hands. “Such electricity... such power... I have never felt anything so magnificent! I feel a thousand years younger!” He burst with glee, hoisting the mighty weapon above his head. It was the best toy he'd ever gotten, and he wanted to play with it right now. He opened the clouds with his hands, trying to find a good place to strike. “Maybe there, or, no wait, how about here? But there's good too...”

Hera eyed the group suspiciously. “You SAY you bring a GIFT, yet you want NOTHING? What MADNESS are you SPEAKING of?”

“Careful.” Mickey wagged a finger. “My girlfriend can kick your butt.” Hera promptly shut up, cowering from Minnie's gleeful grin. “Aw, naw, I meant it! And I want all of Mount Olympus to know that I'd be happy to craft them anythin' they want. I need projects to keep me busy.”

“And he's very good at everything he makes,” Minnie cooed, snuggling up to Mickey's free arm.

Nearby gods found themselves piqued by curiosity, and it was Fethry who dared to speak first. “Say, could I get new shoes? These ones keep molting their feathers!”

“I wouldn't mind a new vanity mirror,” Gladstone happened to comment.

Even Mortimer found himself wanting in on this. “Okay, if you're that good, maybe you can bring some new life to my goblets? If you can.”

Daisy groaned. “We're never going to go sailing at this rate.”

Donald put his arm around Daisy's shoulders. “Oh, how you suffer.”

Gods and goddesses began to line up in front of Mickey, asking for jewelry and armor and other trinkets. Out of the corner of his eye, Mickey saw Pete hiding behind one of his deformed statues, and he quickly retreated when he saw Minnie's eyes on him. Judging from the smell, he still hadn't fully recovered. But he would one day, and perhaps he'd foolishly try for revenge. There would always be people who didn't learn from their mistakes.

There would also always be people who became better from their mistakes. Mickey smiled at Minnie, but then blinked as he saw her licking her lips with a puzzled look. “Minnie? What is it?”

“Hm? … Oh, it's nothing. Just...” She shrugged. “I have the oddest craving for peaches again.”

That probably had to do with Goofy placing the finished carved peach in her temple, having felt for some reason that it was the right thing to do. He hadn't seen Minnie or any of his unusual friends in all those months, and while he missed them, he wouldn't allow his sadness to hold him back anymore. It was the last act he did in the village before he left for his trip around the world with Agalma, and with his newfound confidence, he also brought the story of Millicent, Agalma, Aphrodite, and himself to every shore. The story spread throughout the land, although a few creative individuals decided that Agalma was too lazy a name, and decided Galatea was far more suitable. It is the nature of stories to change, after all.

The stories of Zeus and Hera, of Hades and Persephone, of Hephaestus and Aphrodite also changed as the decades came and went, with some believing Persephone was Hades's prisoner, and others thinking Aphrodite saw Ares on the side. One day the history became legend, the stuff of fairy tales and impossibility. People no longer needed the gods, and thus couldn't believe they'd ever been around in the first place. Yet these stories stayed, inspiring generations in many ways – art, music, theater, and even morality for a few. Even though such tales couldn't possibly be true, they were still told and enjoyed, even in museums of the highest education.

That's where a young boy was admiring a carving of the mighty Hephaestus presenting a gift to the lovely Aphrodite, although the stone was so worn down it was impossible to tell what the gift was. The mouse boy smiled in admiration – so the Greeks and Romans believed even a powerful god could have been disabled? He looked down at his own legs, forever bound in a wheelchair, and felt an odd sense of pride. If Hephaestus could be capable of great things, maybe he could too. With a funny chuckle, he touched his wheels, ready to move on. But when he lifted his head, his jaw dropped in shock.

What a coincidence – the prettiest girl in his class, and who he had a gigantic crush on, was also in the museum, looking at a nearby vase depicting Persephone. What were the odds? The boy always wanted to talk to her, to have that melodious voice directed at him, but had also felt that because of his disability, he never had a chance. Yet... he glanced back at Hephaestus. If that guy could land the most beautiful goddess, the boy had no excuse not to try.

He cleared his throat. “Say, uh... hi there!”

The mouse girl blinked and turned around, equally surprised to see him. “Oh! I didn't know you were here too!”

She responded she responded she responded – CALM DOWN. “Uh, y-yeah! I love this exhibit.” Thank goodness the wheelchair was blocking her from seeing how hard his tail was wagging.

“Me too.” The girl giggled, nodding towards the vase. “These stories are so romantic! I just love them! Which one is your favorite?”

She wanted to know more about him she wanted – FOR REAL, CALM DOWN. The boy hoped he wasn't blushing as hard as he thought he was, pointing at the stone carving. “Well, uh, gee, I always thought Hephaestus was kinda neat. Even though his legs didn't work, he made gold servants and lightning bolts and all kind of nifty things.”

“Oooh, I love that story!” the girl squealed, walking over to see the carving closer. “And he won the heart of the fair Aphrodite! I bet they loved each other sooo much!”

“Yeah, me too.” The boy scratched his chin, wondering if there were gods since his luck had never been so good. “Say, uh...the cafe here ain't too bad! You... maybe... wanna grab some lunch together?”

The girl turned to face him slowly, her own delicate chinks pinking. “Really? … I'd love to!” She smiled shyly, hands curled up together. “You know, I've always wanted to tell you how great your art is.”

“W-what?” the boy stammered, his disbelief at new levels.

“Those drawings you're always making in class... I think they're really amazing! They're so lifelike! Do you think you could show me how to do it sometime?”

“YEAH! … I-I mean, yeah, sure, okay.” As long as she didn't know she was the subject of more than half of the things he drew, then he was fine with showing her his doodles. “I guess I could show you my sketchpad over lunch.”

“Great! Let's get going!” The girl took a step forward, but then hesitated. “Do you need help pushing your wheelchair?”

“Naw, I'm just fine,” the boy said, beginning to roll. “And, y'know, I'm glad you asked instead of doin' it right away. Folks see me like this and assume I can't do nothin'.”

“That's very unfair of them...but if I ever make you feel like that, please let me know.”

“Sure thing!” He smiled at her, and she smiled at him, and they began to exit the exhibit together.

But as they left, the boy could've sworn he saw the stone-faced Hephaestus smile. It must have been his imagination.

#disney #fanfic #love like lava #mickey mouse #minnie mouse #donald duck #daisy duck

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gwendre-simoneau · 7 years

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Chapter 4

Jennet shielded her eyes against the mid-morning sun, examining the sight by her feet. “So.”

“Yep.” Next to her, Tamlin folded his arms.

“Well.”

He scratched his neck. “Uh-huh.”

“This is the monster.”

“You got it.”

The pair stared at the corgi struggling to remove its head from a stray boot.

“It’s really not that bad,” Jennet admitted, turning to Tamlin. “Now that it’s small, I mean.”

“No, it’s not.”

They watched it in silence.

“She was still heavy,” Tamlin pointed out. “I had to run with her all the way here. Just putting that out there.”

“Running was your idea.”

“True.”

The corgi was shuffling backwards in large circles inside the empty stable they’d found, shaking its head, still dragging the boot around.

Jennet glanced at Tamlin. “Fine, help the poor thing.”

He rushed forwards and gingerly pulled the boot from the dog’s head. It shook itself off, then gave an appreciative wag of its stub of a tail. Tamlin tentatively gave it a scratch behind an ear.

“I don’t think-” Jennet started, but the corgi wagged its stub even harder, showing no signs that it had slaughtered countless livestock over the last several nights. It fell over onto its back in its excitement, and Tamlin rubbed its belly fur. “Huh, it’s pretty cute.” Jennet knelt down next to Tamlin and gave the corgi a few pats. Then she giggled. “We kidnapped the legendary beast, and now we’re giving it belly rubs.”

Tamlin laughed. “Just eleven more to go, and then we can adopt them all.”

Jennet froze. “What?”

Tamlin looked at her and pulled away from the corgi, who whined in disappointment. “Well, that’s what we’re doing next, right?” Jennet didn’t respond. “Look, it’s harmless! We can’t kill them all! Look at her little face!”

They looked at the corgi, who sneezed, startling itself to its feet.

Jennet sighed, sitting down on her heels and brushing stray pieces of hay off her pants. “I guess it couldn’t hurt to try capturing one more. The guy we saw in the hut will probably be on high alert, though, once he realizes one is missing.”

Tamlin grinned. “You hear that, buddy?” He picked the corgi’s front legs up and bent over so that the two of them were eye level. “We’re gonna get you a brother or sister!”

“Ugh, don’t phrase it like that. That’s what parents say when they’re pregnant.” Jennet patted the dog on its head.

Was this really a good idea? They still didn’t understand what was going on with the whole size-changing business, and besides, now that they’d caught one of the monsters, shouldn’t they report back to the queen? Surely the royal knights would be able to deal with this furry little menace.

Then again, if the knights had been able to take care of the problem, she and Tamlin wouldn’t have had to come in and bail them out in the first place. Hey, knights — I hope we don’t scratch your round table when we drop all of our trophies on it!

Jennet pulled herself out of her imaginary smack-talk to see Tamlin eyeing her, biting his lip as if holding back a smile.

“What?” Jennet asked with narrowed eyes.

“I’m going to name her.”

Jennet buried her face in her hands.

“Megadog.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” she groaned behind her palms.

“Hey, Megadog,” Tamlin was saying in a ridiculously high-pitched voice. “Wanna play fetch? Wanna play?” He conjured a stick and threw it across the stable. “Better than chasing sheep, huh? Yeah, you mega-sized dog, you!”

Jennet peeked out from behind her fingers. The dog pounced on the stick and gnawed on it before trotting back.

“Good doggy!” Tamlin cooed. “Good mini monster! Good mini-Megadog!”

“I swear I can see your intelligence dropping by the second.”

Tamlin threw it a few more times, and on the fourth throw, the corgi ran back and dropped the stick in front of Jennet.

Dog and wizard watched her with round eyes. She couldn’t tell who looked more eager.

“Don’t hurt her feelings,” Tamlin hissed.

She gave him an incredulous look before turning her attention to the dog. Crouching low to the ground and ready to run on its stubby legs, it looked more than ever like a loaf of bread with ears. “Hi, um…” she started. “Hi, Meg.”

Tamlin looked affronted. “It’s Megadog!”

“That word is never leaving my mouth.” She picked up the stick. “Fetch?” she asked awkwardly.

The corgi yipped.

“Okay, fetch!” She lobbed it over the low dividing wall and into the next stall. Meg stared up at the spot where it had disappeared from her view, cocking her head.

Tamlin shook his head at Jennet. “You’re bad at this game.”

“Yeah, who’d have thought I’d be better at slaying monsters than playing fetch with them? I was trained for one of those two fun leisure activities.”

Tamlin fanned his hand in the air a few times, and soon the stick came rolling out and around the wall on a strong, concentrated gust of magically-manipulated air. “See, girl? That’s where it was.”

“Okay, you know what you just did there? You just fetched the stick.” Jennet smirked and leaned back against the opposite wall, adjusting her sword sheath. “Pretty sure she’s training you.”

“See, that’s cat behaviour you’re describing. Megadog is definitely not a cat.”

Meg sniffed the air, then trotted around the corner where the stick had come from.

Tamlin groaned and Jennet laughed. “Remind me who’s bad at the game again?”

“Hello.” A deep-voiced figure in a hooded cloak stood up from behind the half-wall, Meg in his arms.

The pair screamed.

Jennet recovered first, jumping up and drawing her sword. “Put the dog down,” she said slowly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her partner stand up to join her, drawing his hands together. If Meg got dropped, Tamlin would be ready to magically catch her.

The man raised a hand in submission, Meg still tucked into the crook of his other arm, and drew the hood back from his face. “I just wanted to thank you for finding my dog,” he said.

Jennet resisted the urge to exchange a glance with Tamlin. This was the guy from the hut, all right. She lowered her sword, but kept a firm grip on it.

“Your dog?” Jennet repeated. “Awesome. In that case, I have a question for you.” She pointed at the corgi, who seemed perfectly content. “Is Megadog a stupid name for her or what?”

“Or, hey, better question,” interrupted Tamlin, before the flummoxed man could answer, “why are you sending giant corgis to attack the villages?”

“Oh, so we’re opening with an interrogation?” Jennet muttered. “Okie dokie, then. Question away.” She took her eyes off the stranger for a second to glare at Tamlin.

“What?”

“I’m just saying, there goes any chance of tricking him into spilling his guts.” She spun the sword hilt in her hand. “Figuratively, at least.”

“We suck at that kind of trickery.”

Jennet forced a smile. “But he didn’t need to know that,” she sang through clenched teeth.

“Whoops. See? Proves my point.”

“If I may?” the man asked.

“Be my guest,” Jennet said, still fake-smiling as she drew a dagger from her belt with her free hand.

The stranger looked closely at each of them in turn. Jennet shifted her feet, unwilling to let her guard down.

“To answer your first question,” he said, stroking the dog’s head as she reached her nose out to sniff an empty feeding tray, “‘Megadog’ is absolutely the worst name I’ve ever heard.”

Jennet pressed her lips together. She figured that answer earned him a less painful beatdown. But only slightly less.

“As for the other question, I didn’t send them. It was… an unfortunate byproduct of the experiments.”

Tamlin’s eyes lit up and Jennet shook her head at him. There would be plenty of time to learn new magic from the bad guy when he was behind bars. Speaking of which…

Tamlin looked at her with wide eyes. “I guess we arrest him? If we’re even allowed to do that without being actual guards. I mean, he just confessed!”

“Yeah, which is a little suspicious. What kind of game are you playing?” She took a step towards the cloaked man and flashed her dagger at him.

“Game?” He chuckled and let Meg jump out of his arms and into the feeding tray. “Who has time for games?” He stepped forward and — Jennet blinked in surprise — through the stable wall as if it was made of air. “There’s just so much to do.” He raised a hand towards them, palm out.

Both Jennet and Tamlin barely had a chance to take an aggressive step forwards before a bright flash burst out of his palm. The pair were thrown backwards and Jennet felt something collide with her head, knocking her out. She only had time for one last thought:

That’s it. Good taste in dog names or not, he’s going down.

#misfits and legends

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rhnuzlocke · 8 years

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Episode 15

Scene 8:

[A few hours later, Kai and Wally walk out of the Safari Zone gatehouse. Wally is looking at the ground but smiling while Kai waves to Ren who is waiting for them with Ao and the pikachu.]

Ren: So, so you want to do this now, or do you need a break?

Kai: [sending out his pikachu] I’m ready.

Ren: Alright, Teka, let’s see what you got.

[The pikachu nods to her seriously and bounds forward. She arches up to her full height, fur on end and sparks leaping across her. Her gaze bores into Kai’s pikachu with feral intensity. Zach takes a unsure step forward and she prepares to spring. He flinches away and hides his head under his paws. Teka’s tail lowers a little and she cocks her head.]

Teka: Hey, are you okay?

[He peeks an eye out to look at her but doesn’t answer.]

Teka: Are you sick?

Zach: N-no…

Teka: What’s the matter?

[Her ears are still raised in question, but her fur and stance have relaxed a great deal. Zach stays flattened to the ground in submission, but he peeps his face over his front paws.]

Zach: [horribly embarrassed] I j-just get sc-scared of b-battling sometimes.

[Teka looks surprised and then laughs. Zach’s ears fall even lower as she sits back on her haunches and giggles. After a few moments she notices his expression and stops.]

Teka: No, I wasn’t laughing at you. It’s just that no one has ever been scared of me before. Look at me: I’m small even for a pikachu. [This only seems to embarrass Zach more so she changes tack.] Hey, it’s okay. If you’re not feeling up to battling right now, why not just ask your trainer to use one of his other pokemon?

[Zach looks away.]

Teka: Are you afraid he’d get rid of you?

[Zach nods.]

Teka: Hmm. I'm curious though: if you're afraid of battling, why are you with a trainer?

Zach: Just surviving out there is scary too. I thought maybe I'd be better at this. Having a trainer is really nice so far. I just lose my nerve sometimes. I really hope he doesn't get rid of me. He seems nice. Maybe that’s silly…

Teka: [pacing closer] It’s not silly. Pikachu are popular with beginners, but it’s rare for us to make it to the top. I’m worried about that too. That’s why I have some insurance, so I can stay as long as I want. What about you? Have you given him a reason to keep you?

Zach: …I helped him get a badge.

Teka: [sitting down in front of him] That’s great! And if you took on a gym, you can't be that terrible a battler. Gym pokemon are super experienced. If you beat even one, you must be good.

Zach: …I guess that's true.

Teka: See, you've got nothing to worry about. As long as you keep helping him, he has no reason not to keep training you. And these battles we have to do are nothing to be scared of. Back in the wild, you were weaker and losing a battle meant you could die. But we are both trainer pokemon now, so battling is more like… a game. Like the battles you had with your littermates as a kit. We're not trying to hurt each other, there's nothing big at stake. We're just testing ourselves, our skills and strength. It's easy to get used to being scared, but as soon as you do something about it, you've already broken free.

Zach: That's a really beautiful way to look at it.

Teka: It's something my mother told me.

[Now that Zach has stopped cowering, the size difference between the two pikachu is much more apparent. He is about fifty percent larger and has a much stockier build. He is darker in color and his stripes are more pronounced.]

Zach: Thank you for all of that and for not just zapping me.

Teka: [smiling] You're welcome.

[The three trainers have been watching this whole interaction. Kai and Wally look confused but Ren is smiling.]

Ren: Aww, kawaii!

Wally: Wait, did you understand any of that? You just got her and Zach isn’t your pokemon.

Ren: Not what they were saying, but he was scared and she made him feel better. Look.

[Zach is indeed looking much more relaxed.]

Teka: So, do you want to show our new trainers how well we can play the game?

Zach: Yeah, alright.

[Teka circles back to Ren and tenses again. Her posture is less threatening this time and she even wags her tail a little. Zach copies her stance.]

Kai: You two ready now?

[Zach nods.]

Ren: Remember the strategy, Teka. Agility!

Kai: Spark!

[Zach charges forward and Teka takes the hit while she is charging up. She goes flying but lands on her paws. Zach is right after her for a second hit but now she is fast enough to dodge easily.]

Ren: Yes! Now a tail whip!

[Teka dodges to the side and strikes Zach with her tail. It does almost no damage, but there is a glimmer as his magical defences are lowered.]

Kai: Go for a brick break!

[Zach’s tail glows a dull red as he swings it around to strike Teka. She bounds away before zipping back in for another tail whip. Once again she narrowly dodges Zach’s tail and strikes him across the back with her own. She goes in for a third but he finally catches her in the side and she rolls away.]

Ren: Spark!

[Teka charges straight at Zach, surrounded by electricity. She is too fast for him to dodge and he goes flying. He lands heavily and groans.]

Kai: [getting out a potion and applying it] Looks like that’s it for us, huh buddy?

Ren: Nice work, Teka.

Teka: [walking over to Zach] I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you quite so hard. I don’t know my own strength now that I have this [touching her light orb].

Zach: I-I’m okay. That was was smart— how you battled, I mean.

Teka: Thank you, my trainer and I came up with it together. She’s clever. I think we’ll get along.

Kai: Nice strategy. We didn’t stand a chance.

Ren: Thanks! It was mostly her idea.

Ao: Great battle you two! It’s so nice to have another electric-type. I hope we all get to travel together for a while.

Zach: Oh, yes! I want to see you mega evolve!

Teka: Ooh, so do I.

[Pan out as the three settle into a conversation.]

#pokemon #nuzlocke #oras #running hot nuzlocke #story #episode 15 #Ren #Kai #Teka #Zach #pikachu fight!#Teka using her powers for good

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