#need to start from scratch and try and knit some squares for a blanket...if anyone has any tips on doing that or a pattern for a patchwork

[steelycunt]

i must relearn how to knit

[saiyanwhore]

Dragon Ball Z: Boyfriend Scenarios

Part Three: How He Confesses His Feelings

A/N: Sorry it took so long everyone!!

Goku

The only person in the group that knew of Goku's crush on you was Bulma. She was always rooting him on and giving him tips.

This morning, she suggested he try to cook for you since you were always cooking for him.

You walked downstairs to the smell of something good...and something burning. It was a weird mix.

Immediately alarmed, you hurried yourself to see what was going on. You were immediately stopped by a panicked looking Goku.

"No, no Y/N you can't come down just yet." He nervously chuckled.

"What did you do Goku? It smells like burnt food in here!"

"Really! There's no reason to worry! I promise! It's all under control." He flashed you his goofy grin as you attempted to push past him.

"Goku! Come on! What is going on!?"

"It's under control Y/N!" You hear Bulma's voice shout.

"Bulma!?" You were shocked. "Goku you must have really fucked up if Bulma's here to fix it!"

"Please, Y/N!"

"Move!"

"No!"

"Move Goku!"

"I can't."

You knew just how to get him. Tickling.

You began to tickle his sides as he doubled over and you quickly sped past him and into the kitchen. You looked at the table to see your favorite breakfast food prepared.

Goku came up behind you and placed a hand on the small of your back. He looked a little red in the face as Bulma laughed.

"He tried to make you breakfast and completely failed." She laughed. "I came to help out. Almost done! Just finishing up the orange juice."

Bulma winked at Goku as you turned around and started giggling.

"Well, you see. I've never been the best at cooking and..."

You interrupted. "Goku, it's alright. I appreciate the effort. Thank you."

You engulfed him in a hug being sure to squeeze him extra tight. His large arms snaked around your waist as he began to whisper in your ear.

"You know, I tried to make breakfast. Well, because..." He sighed softly. "I kind of, sort of like you a lot."

You started laughing even harder, Goku pulling away and giving you a confused look. He scratched the top of his head as you continued your laughter.

"Goku! Come back!" You grabbed his hand and pulled him into another hug. "Surprise! I like you too." You whispered back.

"Told you so!!" Bulma stuck her tongue out at Goku as you happily sat down at the table.

Vegeta

Tonight Bulma was throwing a party and despite not wanting to go at all, Vegeta did because he knew you would be there.

It was nice to take a break from training and just hang out.

Throughout the night, you danced, drank just a little, and chatted with everyone.

It wasn't until the night was almost over that you remembered Vegeta said he would be here tonight.

You were so used to not seeing him at these sorts of things that you just sort of expected him not to show up.

Vegeta had been sitting inside watching TV the entire time you were outside with everyone. He had even gotten so comfy on the couch, he fell asleep.

"Hey, have you seen 'Geta?" You questioned Bulma.

She pointed inside, to which you quickly rushed in.

You found him sprawled out on the couch, snoring away. He must have been tired from training.

You giggled as you crouched down next to the Saiyan. "Vegeta." You whispered his name. He didn't budge.

You stood up, gently picked him up walked outside where you immediately flew away, being careful not to wake him.

You were going to your place.

Once you landed, you walked inside and gently placed him on the couch, grabbing him a pillow and blanket. You covered him up and gave his forehead a soft kiss before making yourself a cup of coffee.

You sat down in one of your chairs, sipping away at the warm drink, waiting for him to wake up.

Eventually, he did.

His onyx eyes fluttered open and an immediate look of confusion plastered on his face. He glanced around the room before spotting you and quickly sitting up.

"Woman! Where am I?"

You laughed. "My house. You fell asleep at the party. I carried you here."

Vegeta's heart fluttered at the thought of you carrying him back to your house. Taking care of him.

"Who knew that the Prince of all Saiyans looked so cute while sleeping." You teased him. "Want some coffee?"

His face went red as he looked down at the floor. "Please..." He grumbled, rolling his eyes.

You made him some and handed it to him, taking a seat next to him on the couch.

"You were really out cold. I tried to wake you, but you just kept snoring."

Vegeta felt a wave of embarrassment fall over him as he shrugged. "You should have left me there, woman."

"Oh yeah. As if. Bulma would have rolled you off the couch and yelled at you to get out. You're not exactly the nicest to anyone other than me." You chuckled. "Why am I so special anyway, Vegeta? Why do you only talk to me?"

"I train with you."

"Ah."

Vegeta took a sip of his drink before leaning forward and setting it on the table.

"Well, you're special to me Vegeta." You looked away, a bit flustered.

He just grunted, crossing his arms and looking toward the ceiling.

"Vegeta. I like you. A lot."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"You only think you do."

"I like you Vegeta. As hard as it is to like you, I do. I like how you're not easy on me simply because I'm a girl. And how you treat me like a warrior. I admire you. You're strong and proud. I love that about you."

Vegeta's face went as red as a tomato. His voice was low. "How convenient."

"Huh?"

"Oh god, I've become all...soft." He cringed. "For god sakes woman, I like you too!"

Gohan

"Absolutely not Gohan! You two are getting too old to be having sleepovers together!" Chi-Chi said to her son.

"Oh come on mom! Y/N and I are just friends! Just this one time! Last time I swear!"

"That's what you said last time! No!" She crossed her arms and started tapping her foot.

"Mom, please! I promise this time is a definite last time!" He begged. "I'll put in extra time for studying!"

Chi-Chi's ears perked up once he mentioned studying.

"Okay Gohan, but this is the last time!"

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" He laughed as he flew out the front door towards your house.

Gohan landed at your front door, knocking rapidly.

You opened with a happy face. "You convinced her?"

"Yeah! All I had to tell her was extra studying!" Gohan laughed as he entered your house.

"Gohan, sweetie! How are you?" Your mother greeted.

"Oh just lovely, Mrs. L/N. And you?"

"I'm doing good!"

You grabbed Gohan's hand and dragged him up to your room where the two of you sat on your bed.

"Sneaking out tonight, right?" You questioned.

"Uh, yeah!"

Up until the start of the new school year, you and Gohan did this all the time. You'd stay the night at one another's house and sneak out at night. Most of the time it was to stargaze.

When it finally was nighttime, the two of you opened your window and flew out to an old abandoned barn in the middle of nowhere.

You landed on the roof, Gohan laying back and staring up at the sky, hands behind his head.

"This really might be the last time we do this." He mumbled. "Mom's been pretty strict about us seeing one another lately."

You scooted closer to him, laying down. "I don't know why..." You responded.

Gohan nervously chuckled and took a deep breath. "I think she thinks we like each other or something."

Your heart began to thump as you looked over at him, his eyes shimmering under the stars.

"Well, she has every right to be suspicious. Neither one of us date and we're with each other all the time."

"Yeah. Right." He grinned, grabbing your hand.

You tightly gripped his hand, eyes locking with his.

"Maybe mom is right about us."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, hypothetically speaking, what if I liked you and you liked me and we started dating, huh?"

You smiled at him.

"Would it give me permission to do this?" You rolled over and straddled him, his cheeks immediately turned red and eyes wide.

You leaned down and kissed him square on the lips, his hands moving to your waist.

He tasted so sweet and lovely.

He pulled away due to the need for air and looked up at you. "I think I'm going to need you to do that again just to be sure."

Future Trunks

It had been a few months since the last time you had seen him. You were beyond excited.

Trunks had told you the exact date, location, and time of when he'd arrive.

It was only a matter of time before the androids would show up, and not only were you excited, you were also scared to see what was going to happen.

You stood impatiently, tapping your foot. Krillin stood by your side as you nervously chewed at your nails.

"Hey Y/N it will be alright. I'm sure he'll be here any mo-" And before Krillin could answer, the air zapped and the time machine appeared right before your eyes. It landed on the ground and you immediately flew up to the top, busting open the dome to reveal Trunks.

"Trunks!" You grinned, grabbing his hand and pulling him out.

He looked up at you with his bright blue eyes, a grin plastered on his face. He laughed softly before nervously scratching his neck.

"Y/N! Good to see you too."

"Come on you two! We don't have much time." You heard Piccolo from the ground.

You both flew down. Piccolo and Krillin stayed with you to wait for Trunks while the rest of the gang headed to gather in the designated area.

Piccolo and Krillin lifted off and you and Trunks followed.

"I missed you." You mumbled, glancing over at him.

"Me too, Y/N." He looked down.

Silence filled the air as you traveled Trunks looked nervous and on edge. It was understandable considering he was facing the androids, who destroyed his future.

"It'll be okay Trunks. We'll beat them together." You smiled.

His eyebrows knitted as he looked over at you with worry glistening in his eyes. He frowned. "No, Y/N. You don't understand what they're like. They've killed thousands of innocent people in my future. They won't hesitate to do it here either. They're monsters."

You flew a little closer to him and grabbed his hand. "I know. Which is why I'm motivated to kill them once and for all."

Trunks squeezed your hand softly before clearing his throat.

"Y/N, before we arrive. And before we begin our battle, there's something you need to know." His throat bobbed.

"Yes?"

"If the androids kill you or me I need you to know..." He choked. "I love and like you a lot."

Piccolo

Another day at the lookout...

"Hey, Piccolo." You disturbed the Namekian during his meditation session.

He opened one of his eyes and peeked over at you, a small smile playing upon his lips as he crossed his arms.

"What is it, Y/N?"

You laughed at him before walking over and grabbing one of his hands and tugging him along gently.

"I want take out. It's been soooooo long!" You grinned ear to ear.

"Fine." He had been looking for an excuse to be alone with you anyway. Dende and Mr. Popo always seemed to be sneaking in to watch the two of you flirt like a soap opera or something.

"What?" You were shocked he gave in so easily.

His forehead crinkled. "I said fine. Don't make me regret it."

"Yes! Yes! Yes! You're the best, Big Green!"

A purple tint appeared on his cheeks.

*Later*

You and Piccolo were preparing to leave the lookout, saying a quick "goodbye, see ya soon" to Dende and Popo.

You both flew down towards the ground, Piccolo attempting to make small talk whilst you made your way to the Chinese restaurant.

"Why didn't you just go on your own?" He questioned, not looking over in your direction. You had put something nicer than usual on to get his attention, and it had worked by the look on his face.

"I enjoy your company clearly. You are the reason I am even at the lookout, Piccolo. I mean, seriously. I'm just a mere human."

He growled. "No. You're a warrior."

"Well still."

You eventually landed and Piccolo walked closely by your side as you made your way down the street.

The Namekian held a hand to the small of your back, guiding you along. He really was a gentleman no matter how tough he liked to act at times.

"You know, I appreciate you coming with me." You grinned up at him.

"Uh. Yeah. Sure."

You grinned as you leaned into his side. His heart stopped as he looked off into the distance with a blush overcoming his face.

"Why do you always go purple when I touch you?"

"W-What?" He exclaimed, a panicked look on his face.

You giggled softly. "I think someone has a crush on silly, old me."

"What? No!"

"Yes!" You stuck your tongue out at him.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"And so what if I did?" He stopped dead in his tracks and crossed his arms.

"Well, I'd say I like you too."

"You would?"

"Mhm." You nodded, falling into his chest.

It took the Namekian by surprise, but soon you felt his arms snake around you and you stood in his embrace for a while before starting back up on your walk. His hand is yours.

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Love In Sin

Chapter 7

Summary - Special Agent Winchester is forced to go undercover with his frenemy Special Agent L/N when they try to track down a notorious drug dealer. How will Y/N and Dean complete their task? Will their relationship worsen or will new feelings emerge between them?

Pairing - AU Detective!Dean Winchester x Reader

Series Warnings- Angst, Slow burn, Fluff, Implied Smut, Mentions of crime and drug, Swearing.

Chapter Warnings- Fluff, dirty talk, swearing, CLIFFHANGER

Word Count- 1.3k+

Square filled- Dirty Talk ( @spndeanbingo )

A/N - Finally the new chapter is here (sorry for the delay guys). Enjoy reading this chapter and SO SORRY FOR THE END!

Also this is third time I am posting this. (Stupid tumblr won't let me use the keep reading feature)

Beta'd by @deanwanddamons (she is an amazing person as well as an amazing writer)

Spn divider by the talented @talesmaniac89

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You were awakened from your deep slumber with a start. Blinking a few times you registered the blaring alarm. You tried opening your eyes but your head started throbbing the moment your eyes focused on the blinding morning light.

Struggling to reach towards your alarm, you finally managed to shut it off and nestled deep into the blanket, when you realised that you were not alone in your bed.

You looked to your side and saw Dean lying on his stomach. What was with him and climbing into your bed in the middle of the night? You then noticed that he didn't have a shirt on. You lifted up your covers to confirm your worst thought, but sighed in relief after you saw you were fully clothed. You continued to stare at him with widened eyes.

“I can feel your eyes burning holes in the back of my head, Y/L/N,” Dean grumbled and turned towards you.

“What are you doing in my bed, again? Why are you not wearing a shirt?” you asked him.

“Just stop talking.” he said, rubbing his temples.

“Dean?” you said, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him a little to wake him up, which made him squeeze his eyes shut and he rolled on his back to face you.

��What?” He groaned, opening up one eye to look at you.

“We didn't do...you know-”

“No. You don't remember?”

“Nope.”

“Nothing? Seriously? You just got complete, black out drunk?”

“Maybe,” you sheepishly replied.

“Great! Well, we didn't have sex if that's what you're askin’. Since you can hold your alcohol very well,” Dean teased, “you were so drunk when we finished the bottle. I had to carry you up and I fell asleep here. Though, I can't promise you didn't do or didn't try to do some stupid things while you were drunk.”

“What stupid things?” You were mortified.You didn't trust your drunk self at all.

“Nuh-uh. No more questions until I have my coffee,” he said and climbed out of your bed and made his way to the kitchen. You stayed in bed for a few more minutes trying to remember any of the stupid things you might have said or done, but your entire memory of the drunken night was fuzzy so you gave up and went to the kitchen to join Dean for a coffee after freshening up.

“Here,” Dean passed you a cup and sat down at the table with one of his own.

“This is what being alive feels like,” he sighed in contentment after taking a sip of his coffee. You rolled your eyes at his antics.

“Dean, what stupid things did I do?” you asked again.

“I won't ever tell you. Those are classic blackmail stuff,” he grinned at you.

“Did you-did you record me when I was drunk?” You gulped.

Dean smirked at you and shrugged.

“You didn't,” you glared at the detective in front of you.

“Oh I did,” Dean said, “I just didn't record the moment when you started to come on to me. That was embarrassing but you were persistent - you even offered to go down on me.” He chuckled as you buried your face in your hands.

You were beyond horrified. Your drunken self didn't just tell Dean that she was willing to give him a blowjob. You felt your face was on fire.

“What else...did I-I do?”

“Not much.” You understood Dean wouldn’t budge. He wasn't gonna tell you anything. You sighed.

“What's the plan for today?” You asked.

“Act normal.”

“We are normal.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“I meant let's pretend to be all lovey-dovey and do things that couples do. Mr. Singer sent me a text saying that we should do something to make our cover more believable,” Dean shrugged.

“Okay. What do you have in mind Mr.Campbell?” You played along.

“Lunch, movies and sex, Mrs. Campbell,” he teased.

“I am not having sex with you, Winchester,” you warned.

“Just sayin’, you were pretty persistent last night, sweetheart,” he smirked.

“I was drunk and I don't even know if you are lying or not,” you pointed out.

“Why would I lie?” Dean said and got up from his seat.

“I don't know.” He walked over to you.

“The offer still stands though. I promise you won't be able to walk properly for a week,” he whispered in your ears. A shiver ran down your spine. You swallowed hard. Dean Winchester had a strong effect on you, but you wouldn’t let him see it. You turned your head to the side and looked at Dean.

“I bet you can't even satisfy me,” you teased. Dean looked at you, his eyes darkening. The look on his face was enough to make you wet. You seriously needed to get laid. He leaned into you, tilting his head. Was he gonna kiss you again? He was so close, you could feel his hot breath. Your heart was beating a mile per minute.

Dean moved his head to the side and whispered in your ear, “Don't challenge me, sweetheart.” His lips brushed a spot on your throat, making you whimper.

Dean moved his face away from you, straightening his shirt. He had a cocky smile on his face. That son of a bitch.Well, two can play that game.

“I am going to take a shower. Wanna join me sweetheart?” he smirked.

“No thank you.” you huffed. He gave you a shrug and went towards the bathroom.

You sighed loudly and didn't leave a kitchen even after you were finished with your coffee. You were trying hard to maintain professionalism, but every damn time that son of a bitch was in the room, all your professionalism flew out of the window. You heard the bathroom door open and close, which hinted that Dean was out of the shower.

You left the kitchen and while going to your room, collided with a wall of muscles.

“Whoa! Careful there Y/N,” Dean caught your arm steadying yourself.

“Yeah sorry.”

“No I was in a hurry and I didn't see you there,” Dean said.

“Where were you going?” You asked.

“I think Crowley is trying to trap us,” he frowned.

“What?” You asked.

“Yes, his right hand man wasn't at the party. What if it was just Crowley trying to set us up?” Dean said, his brows knitted together.

“I mean it's not impossible, but how does he know about us?” You asked, a little unsure, “why would he do that? It's not like anything eventful happened at the party?”

“What if he has someone in the feds? And maybe he wanted to….uh-I don't know, I'm just spitballing here. What if he wanted to divert the attention from him? Lead us onto another path?”

“There is a possibility but-”

“But? I know it all sounds a bit unrealistic but what if all this is a trap?”

“I really don't know, Dean!” You exclaimed, “but do you really think someone in the feds would go that low and turn on us?”

“Then what do you think is the reason for the person to not show up at the party?” Dean raised an eyebrow challenging at you.

“I-” you sighed aloud.

“I don't want that assumption to be true either but we have to cover every possibility - even going at lengths to suspect each other. Crowley is one sly bastard. He can do anything to escape the feds, again,” Dean said, scratching the scruff on his face thoughtfully.

“I hate it when you are right,” you mumbled, as his lips twisted into a slow grin.

“Oh get over it! We all know that I am the best detective in the whole world,” he gave you a smug smile.

“Do me a favour and please stop talking,” you groaned.

“I should alert Mr. Singer about this,” Dean said, all playfulness leaving his face.

You opened your mouth to speak, but was cut off by two harsh knocks on your door.

You and Dean shared a look.

“Are you expecting anyone?,” you whispered.

“Stay behind me,” Dean said and made his way towards the door slowly. He opened the door and looked at the men in front of him.

“Yes?”

“The Campbells? You're under arrest for being in possession of Class A drugs.”

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[samsexualdeancurious]

Forget-Me-Not

Square FIlled: Florist!Dean

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: Mature

Summary: The flower shop is her pride and joy

Warnings: Character Death. This is not a happy fic

Word Count: 1,674

Written for @spnaubingo

Betaed by @manawhaat

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean murmurs, sitting on the edge of your hospital bed.

Y/N smiles up at him. “Hey, handsome. Come here often?”

He chuckles and leans in the kiss her forehead below where it’s covered by a knit cap that Sam’s wife, Jess, made for her. She made piles, so Y/N has a new one every day. It’s a little thing, but he knows how much she loves picking out which one she wants to wear every morning. It’s one of the few things left she has control over.

“Every day,” he says quietly.

Y/N takes his hand and presses his knuckles to her lips. “Mmm, must be a reason for that.”

“There is. She’s beautiful and smart and funny.”

“Sounds like a nice lady.”

Dean noses against the top of her head. “She’s amazing. I think you would like her.”

Her laugh is still one of the most beautiful things he’s ever heard.

The shop doesn’t feel as lively today. Dean leans against the counter, watching Kaia, Y/N’s apprentice and kind of adopted daughter, make the arrangements for an upcoming wedding order. She’s usually quiet, but today it’s extra slow, and she doesn’t waste a single breath talking if she doesn’t have to. She seems to be floating around the store in some sort of haze.

Dean understands.

“How’s Kaia?”

Y/N’s body is frail against Dean’s side, but he does his best to ignore that and answer the question.

“Good. She’s doing really well,” he tells her. “She asked me to remind you that she’s coming to visit tomorrow.”

“I miss her.”

“She misses you.”

“What about Skittles?”

“As dumb as ever.”

Y/N pouts and Dean chuckles.

“She fell off the front counter this morning,” he explains. “Landed on all fours, but still. That cat is the only cat I’ve ever met that legitimately falls off of things.”

“True,” she giggles, snuggling deeper against his side. “But you love her.”

“Nah.”

“Liar.”

“Mew.”

Dean sighs, looking down at the fluffy cat rubbing up against his calves. “I know,” he says, leaning down to scoop Skittles up. “I know.” He sets the cat on the counter, where she stretches lazily and rubs against his belly until he pets her. The rumble of her purr is familiar and it hurts.

“No!” Y/N gasps when Jess comes into the room with a bundle of blankets cradled to her chest, Dean right behind. “You didn’t!”

“Passed her off as the baby,” Jess says brightly, setting the blankets on the bed and revealing the beautiful long-haired tabby. Skittle mewls and immediately curls up on Y/N’s lap. “No one even questioned us.”

“You guys are geniuses,” she says, scratching her cat’s ears and listening to the resulting purr.

Dean holds his hands up. “That was all Jess’s idea.”

The blonde shrugs modestly. “We can’t stay for long, but I know how much you’ve missed her and she’s definitely missed you, too.”

Y/N smiles softly, and lifts the cat up to kiss her head. “I know. Thank you.”

“Dean?”

Sam’s voice is soft, but it seems devastatingly loud in the quiet of the empty shop. The front lights are off, the door lock clicking shut behind Sam, and Kaia is long gone home. Dean’s just sitting in the back office, Skittles clutched to his chest even though his nose is starting to itch- she doesn’t set his allergies off like other cats do, but enough contact will eventually get him sneezing. He doesn’t care. The soft purring against his ribs is the only thing keeping back the tears.

“Back here,” he says softly.

Sam appears in the doorway and leans against the frame. “Hey. We missed you at dinner tonight.”

“Sorry.” Dean turns his face away. “Kaia has a test tomorrow. I took her closing shift so she can go study.”

“That was really nice of you.”

“I guess.”

“Think you’ll make it to dinner next week?”

“I’ll try.”

Sam sighs deeply. “Jess misses you. And it’d be nice for Bobby to see his uncle.”

“He’s getting so big,” Y/N murmurs, reaching over to gently stroking Bobby’s fine blonde hair with one slender hand.

“They grow so fast,” Sam agrees. He looks huge beside her on the couch, and even bigger compared to Bobby. “Wanna hold him?”

Her eyes light up and Dean’s glad that that joy hasn’t been destroyed by all this- that joy he fell in love with in the first place. “Yes, please.”

Sam carefully helps her take Bobby, getting him positioned so she can hold him without putting too much strain on her arms.

“He’s so beautiful,” she whispers, gazing down at him.

“He looks a lot like Jess,” Sam observes.

“Maybe,” Y/N agrees. “But he definitely got your nose.”

“How can you tell? It’s all squishy still.”

“Trust me on this one.”

“Come on, I brought leftovers. Let’s go upstairs and eat.” Sam holds up a bag of tupperware.

“I’m okay here.”

“Dean. I know you’ve been sleeping in here or on your living room couch. That’s not good for you. You gotta go sleep in your bed.”

Dean shakes his head, rubbing his cheek against the top of Skittles’ head. “Can’t.”

“You won’t know if you can or can’t unless you try.”

“Don’t wanna try.”

“Dean.”

“Leave it, Sam.”

“How did cleaning go?”

Dean bites his lip, pushing his food around his plate. Y/N sighs.

“You didn’t do it.”

“I was gonna-”

“No, Dean, you weren’t. I know you. You’re gonna keep avoiding it.”

“I just… we were gonna do it together.”

“I know, but now you have to do it without me. I need you to do this for me. I need to know all that stuff is gone before I come home.”

If she comes home, but Dean doesn’t say that.

Sam leaves the food with him when he goes. Dean reluctantly makes his rounds, double checking all the locks. He flicks off the last lights, leaving only the security lights on, and begins the long journey up the stairs to his far too empty apartment.

Dean puts the tupperware in the fridge, alongside all the others Jess and Ellen and the neighbors have brought that he’s hardly touched. A few of them have probably turned into science projects by this point, but he can’t bring himself to care.

He takes the pile of bedding from the end of the couch and spreads it out. He changes into the pajamas he left on the coffee table before heading to the bathroom. He brushes his teeth and washes his face and shaves. Goes through the motions.

On the way back to the living room, he passes by the door he hasn’t opened in months. Couldn’t bring himself to open, not even when Y/N asked him to. It’s not locked- never has been. All it would take is turning the knob and-

The room is dark. There’s dust, but Dean doesn’t see it. He sees the pale blue walls, the Winnie the Pooh decals on the wall above the dark wood of the empty crib, and the surge of emotion is overwhelming.

The carpet is soft under his knees when he hits the floor- virtually untouched. The room seems to echo his sobs back to him, magnifying his pain tenfold, and he can’t do it.

He can’t do this.

“So, lilies signify innocence?”

“That’s right,” Y/N praises as a nurse checks the needle depositing medicine into her veins. “Can you be more specific, though?”

Dean rubs a hand through his hair. “Well, they’re usually used for funerals because they represent the returned innocence of the person who’s passed. White lilies specifically symbolize purity and majesty.”

“Exactly. See, you’re getting this.”

He grins sheepishly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’ll be a pro in no time.”

“Memorizing flower meanings doesn’t makes me a florist, babe.”

“I know, but it means you can help people pick their flowers so Kaia has less to worry about. She can teach you about arranging them if you want.”

“I don’t think I have the eye for that.”

“I think you doubt yourself.”

Dean sighs deeply, turning his face into Y/N’s neck. “I can’t do this, sweetheart.”

“If anyone can do this, Dean, it’s you.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, baby. I know so.”

“I know you never liked lilies much,” Dean says, kneeling on the still-new grass that’s sprouted since the funeral. “So I, uh- I made sure there weren’t any at the funeral. You probably noticed that. Probably noticed what I replaced them with. All the ones Kaia made have wilted and been thrown away, though, so I- I brought you new ones.”

He sets the fresh bouquet of tiny purple-blue flowers in the pot beside the stone.

“Your favorite,” he murmurs. “I’ll, um. I’ll make sure there’s always fresh ones in the store. Kaia’s been teaching me about arranging, but I’m not very good at it yet. Maybe next week I’ll throw in some other flowers. You don’t mind me practicing on you, right? I’m getting better at remembering what they all mean- not that I could ever forget these. Memories. Faithfulness. Undying love.” He gently brushes his fingers along the edge of one miniscule petal. “I miss you, sweetheart. I’ll bring Skittles with me next week. Bet she would like the fresh air. Okay?” Dean traces the letters carved into the stone. “I’ve gotta go man the shop, but I’ll be back next week. I love you.” He turns to the smaller stone a few inches away. “Hi, Mary. Daddy loves you. I miss you, baby.”

The words catch in his mouth, tangled up in a sob he can’t hold back. The force of it surprises him, and he hunches over, bracing himself with a hand on the tiny stone. The edges of the carved letters dig into his palm.

“I miss you,” he manages. He moves his hand to the bigger stone. It’s cold against his skin. “I miss you so much.”

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Mimi’s Home Bakery

Kate O’Connor| Review | April 1, 2021

Whether it's cookies, pies, cakes, cupcakes, muffins, brownies...you name it- Mimi can make it. While in the kitchen with Mary Daniels Nahley Jones, or “Mimi”, you would never guess that this lean, energetic, eighty-four year old home baker, has zero professional culinary training. Mimi’s kitchen is not large by any measure, but it has a warm and cozy feel, with its own unique scent of freshly baked cookies whisked from the oven. Whenever we baked with Mimi there seemed to be flour, and mixing bowls all over the counter. However, the ingredients always seemed to be organized in perfect order. Her pantry is also stocked with at least three packages of King Arthur's flour, two large cans of Crisco, several canisters of White Granulated Sugar, and bags of Ghirardelli Chocolate Chips. Also, her refrigerator always holds a jug of homemade, Sweet Tea. However, no visit to Mimi’s kitchen is complete without squirting some of her homemade Simple Syrup in a glass of her Sweet Tea while indulging in her famous brownies. Mimi currently lives in Southport, North Carolina, which has been home to her for more than twenty years. 

Mimi raised three children in Danbury, Connecticut (in order of birth); Sue, Jeffrey, and Ann who now have children of their own. While her children were growing up, Mimi carried on her mother’s tradition of always having freshly baked desserts in the kitchen for the house to munch on. From a young age, Mimi was inspired by her own mother’s baking, and wanted to “follow in her footsteps''. She is now an active grandmother, and according to her grandchildren, the best baker they know. When she’s not baking, Mimi is either golfing, playing tennis, swimming, selling handcrafted baby knick-knacks to a local store, doing yoga, volunteering at church, or simply watching Netflix. However, Mimi’s passion for baking didn’t evolve until she started a family, and needed recipes to make for her household.

(Mimi on Thanksgiving Eve in  2011, holding one of her daughter’s favorites, Banana Cream Pie)

Tell me a little bit about yourself and how you got into baking? 

I grew up in Pawling, New York which is about 65 miles north of New York City.  I lived with my mom, dad, brother, and grandparents. We went to live with my grandparents, because my grandfather was very ill at one point and needed people to take care of him. So I always lived at my grandmother’s house. My mother always had something freshly baked, practically everyday. She was the one who inspired me. She was a wonderful pie maker, a wonderful cake maker, cookies, muffins...You name it. She could do it. My mother’s name was Helen Green Daniels and she was a teacher. She taught elementary school, got married, and of course women back then didn’t work after they got married because nobody would hire them and therefore she always had something whipped up in the evening. My grandmother was such a wonderful baker, and she inspired me as a grown-up to follow in her footsteps. I didn’t grow up with a culinary background, and I didn’t do a lot of baking when I was little, but I certainly watched my mother bake a lot of stuff. When I got married the first time, I certainly wanted recipes, so I got into it more after I got married. And now I try to bake at least once a week. I try to switch up what I make...Every night, I need to have a cupcake, a brownie, a cookie, or something around 8 o’clock at night, which is probably the worst time in the world to eat. 

What was a household favorite dessert that you can recall baking, that your kids loved?

I think my brownies, Chocolate Chip Cookies, and Christmas Cookies were a house favorite. I still make chocolate chip cookies, and I still make brownies, but now, since I’m retired, don’t tell anyone..I use a box. But sometimes I’ll make them from scratch. But I think every one of my kids loved my brownies...The kids also used to like my Whopper cookies. Remember the Whoppers? They’re the cookies where you have to smash the Whopper milk balls.

What is one of YOUR favorite go-to treats to whip up at home? Or for the holidays?

Well, I think for the holidays, Banana Cream pie, Pumpkin pie, pecan pie, cookies, and dessert sauces. I have to keep them [dessert sauces] in the refrigerator at all times. Those include a hot fudge sauce, and a butterscotch sauce. Isn’t that awful?

 What are some skills or tricks that you have learned throughout your at-home baking career?

Definitely get all ingredients together before you start the baking process...Then you always have what you need. I think my favorite part about baking is actually putting all the ingredients together and then of course, the results. I love getting everything together, getting it all measured out, and enjoying the finished product. 

 Out of the wide variety of baked goods, what would you classify as being the most fun to make? And why?

Well I’ll tell you, this is the complete opposite. It’s the Frosty Toffee Bits Pie. It is so fast and easy to make, and people love it. You buy a 9 inch graham cracker crust, then you take a package of cream cheese, sugar, half & half, frozen whipped topping like Cool Whip, and then a package of Toffee bits. I’m telling you Kate, it is absolutely delicious..bad for you, but delicious! I bumped into a couple whom I haven’t seen in awhile, and they go “oh we have that pie under your name in our recipe file. We just got it out and just made it”. 

What has been one of the hardest things you have ever had to bake and why?

I would not have been able to tell you a month ago, but a month ago, I found a recipe for a German Chocolate Cake. A three layered, German Chocolate Cake. Well I’ll tell you, it probably took over three hours to put the damn thing together. Pardon my french. And then the frosting contains coconut..and it’s absolutely delicious! It takes forever to put it together...and it just takes forever because you have to melt the chocolate bar, you have to make half a cup of strong brewed hot coffee, and then aside from the flour, the baking powder, and the sugar, you have to separate the eggs, and then bake it for about twenty eight minutes. But then you have to make the frosting, which requires six egg yolks, two cups of coconut, and then the two cups of pecans are optional. It’s a delicious cake but I think it must have taken almost three hours to put together. It wasn’t even made for a special occasion, just because I wanted to. I found the recipe in Southern Living Magazine and thought, “ooo I gotta make that”. Of course it took forever but when it was done, boy was it spectacular!

Every baker has a weakness, in your opinion, what would you say is your greatest weakness?

I don’t make pies quite as often as I used to, but my one weakness is making a pie crust. It drives me crazy because you have to roll it out, and make sure it’s round..they’re just so much work. Anyways, I don’t make a whole lot of pies anymore. However, per request, I do them for the holidays. 

What are some of your secret go-to ingredients to use as a substitute in a particular recipe?

I don't have any. Usually, if I get a recipe out, I’ve saved it because I like everything in it. If I’m going to use a recipe, you want to follow it pretty closely. Especially when baking, you need to comply with what the recipe tells you. I figure, they know what they’re doing.

Being such a talented baker, have you ever been tempted to open up a bakery or cafe of your own? (why or why not)

No it’s too much work!! I enjoy other things in addition to baking!!

How would you describe a typical day in your life today?

Three days a week, I start my day with Yoga for an hour, I love it.We all wear masks and it’s a great social event.  Then, I do a lot of sewing and knitting because there’s a little shop downtown in Southport where we live, and I sell my stuff there. So I sell my puppets, sweaters for children, blankets, bibs, and mainly things for babies. I have to work inside the shop at least once a month for a whole day. And then I eat out a lot, I attend church a few days a week because I’m on a few committees, so that’s pretty much my life now….*chuckling* 

Which would you say you prefer more, cooking or baking? 

Baking- I think. People love homemade desserts and breads, usually more than their meal. It ends the course the way you want it to end. I think people love desserts. Well-I think everyone loves certain meals but they remember the dessert...it came last, it’s sweet...And I think that’s important. 

I’m dying to know, have you ever made a “boxed” dessert?

Yes, almost always, I don’t make brownies from scratch anymore. I just get the box...Ghirardelli and Betty Crocker are the best, in my opinion...Although baking is much more rewarding when you do it from scratch and oftentimes it even tastes better! 

What sweet treat did you whip up this week?

The other day, I got a recipe for Chocolate, Chocolate Chip Muffins. They are loaded with chocolate, and then you add a bunch of chocolate chips in them. And you got to have a scoop of ice cream with them. So those have been recent creations of mine. 

Mimi’s Famous Brownie recipe:

2 sq . Unsweetened Ghirardelli chocolate (2 oz.) 

1/3 cup shortening

1 cup sugar

2 eggs

3/4 cup flour

1/2 tsp. baking powder

1/2 tsp. salt

1/2 cup broken nuts (optional) 

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.  Melt together chocolate and shortening in the microwave;  beat in sugar & eggs.  Add flour, baking powder & salt.  Mix in nuts.  Spread in well greased 8” square pan & bake until top has dull crust, about 30-35 minutes.  A slight imprint will be left when the top is touched lightly with a finger.  Cool slightly; then cut into squares (16 2” squares).  Enjoy!!

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D. Series: The Pirate

I am back with a new chapter! Hopefully none of you got upset since I decided to only update Monday-Friday. 

Cronus wants to move forward using his visions. At the same time he wants to learn more about his own father. Clement unfortunately does not seem ready to talk about it.

Chapter 5

I spy with my little eye

Reach for the stars and they call you a fool,

Stay on the ground and they call you a tool,

Fight back and they name you a rebel,

Do nothing and they lock you in a cell.

Aroldo and Clement fought the demons until dawn. They had managed to slaughter a handful of the demons which attacked the Drataine home. The moment Clement felt the first rays of sunshine wash over his body he felt a wave of relief. It meant that they would leave and his family would be safe from those monstrous creatures. He felt his knees buckle beneath himself causing him to fall to his knees.

Aroldo walked over to Clement offering him a hand to help him get back up. Clement glanced over to the bloodied hand which was offered to him and used it to help himself up. He gazed at Aroldo who was drenched in demon blood. He wondered if he had the same appearance. One quick glimpse at his own arm told him otherwise.

“You should get some rest I will come back later. Besides I do not think I look like the ideal teacher at the moment, “ joked Aroldo gesturing at his own appearance.

“Very well, I will be seeing you later,” agreed Clement dusting his pants.

“Later,” smiled Aroldo turning his back at Clement. He made his way to what Clement could only assume was his home. Clement did the same walking up the small hill to where his house was located.

Godiva was the first to rush to his side. She cried into his chest not knowing what she would do without him. Would she be able to look after her family by herself? There so little that she could do without Clement's assistance.

After all, he was the one who had come from money, not her. If he had perished in his fight against those creatures would his family have placed the blame solely on her. Considering that they had been against their marriage from the very beginning. Nothing she ever did was good enough for them. She was still way beneath their ranking. The only reason they did not have her killed on her wedding night was that she was a one fourth dragon. According to their views a three quarter dragon offspring was better than the thought of a half blooded one.

Godiva carried her beloved husband over her shoulder and helped him inside. He had a few scratches here and there along with plenty of bruises. She walked past the opening where her home's door used to be. She made sure not to cause him any more harm than was necessary. Pausing whenever Clement made a slight whimper and waited patiently for him to give her sign that he was ready to move.

“I... think we... should stay... in bed... today...” groaned Clement falling out of conscious.

“Maybe you should stay in bed today. I think the rest of us are going to have to fix the mess that was left behind,” smirked Godiva gesturing the broken down front door, “we don't want any unwanted guests now do we?”

Godiva carried her husband to their bedroom. She locked their door behind herself. She sat Clement down gently on top of their bed. Careful as she removed his dirty shirt from his body. She winced when she spotted the discoloration on his body. She knew that his body would soon bruise. Godiva allowed Clement's body to slump back on top of the soft mattress.

Godiva walked over to their dresser and extracted a clean set of clothes to replace the dirty ones. She placed them on top of a chair sitting in their bedroom. She covered her husband with the bed sheets and rushed outside. She made her way outside and picked up a bucket filling it up with fresh water. She then added warm water to said bucket. She took a clean bathing sponge.

Godiva made her way back to their bedroom. It's true that Clement was too tired to bathe himself, but she would be damned if she would let him stink up their bed. She tenderly washed Clement's body. Removing the dirt and grass stains from his well toned body.

As her sponge moved below his waist she could not suppress the blush from forming. They had been married for over a decade but that skittish feeling never left her being. She suppressed the desire of touching her unconscious husband in a rather indecent manner. She had been raised to believe that any form of sexual desires were shameful. Unless it was for the sole purpose of procreating. Yet here she was lusting after her own husband, and wasn't that enough for her not to be condemned to hell.

Godiva quickly dressed up Clement in his nightgown. She walked out of their bedroom carrying with her the bucket filled with grimey water along with his dirty clothes.

“Will Papa be alright?” asked Cronus watching his mother walk out of their bedroom.

“Cronus, how long have you been standing there?” flustered Godiva clutching the items in her arms.

“I wasn't here that long. I just finished helping Victory clean up the mess,” replied Cronus tilting his head. He did not understand why his mother was acting so flustered.

“Um, Mom said to tell you to feed the animals,” informed Cronus turning his back.

“Those monsters came because of you,” murmured Victory standing up.

“What?” asked Cronus his eyebrows knitting confusion. He turned around to look as his sister.

“I said 'THOSE MONSTER CAME BECAUSE OF YOU!'” snarled Victory jabbing her finger into Cronus' chest.

“What are you talking about?!” demanded Cronus swatting her finger away.

“If you hadn't gone beyond the town limits our house wouldn't have gotten attacked,” fumed Victory turning forming her hands into fist.

“At the very least, none of us got hurt,” snapped Cronus getting closer to Victory.

“That makes everything alright?!” argued Victory pulling Cronus by his shirt collar.

“I will try to make things better for us,” promised Cronus, “now, let go of me!”

“How exactly are you going to be doing that?” demanded Victory throwing him back down like a rag-doll.

“I do not know just yet, but watch me,” swore Cronus jumping back up on his feet.

“Do as you please, I don't care. Now, if you'll excuse me I'll go do as Mom asked of me,” fumed Victory shoving her shoulder against Cronus as she walked by.

Victory walked over to the corner next to their front porch snatching up a bucket and filled it with feed for the animals. She waddled as she made her way to hungry animals her family owned. She spotted Cronus drawing on the dirt then going back and erasing what he had drawn in favor of different shapes and forms. She moved on went to feed the animals only to return and seeing him start to create something following the instructions he seemed to have set out for himself. Victory walked past Cronus ignoring whatever task he had created for himself.

After what seemed hours Victory watched as Cronus scratched his own head in frustration. He sighed, looked down at his own drawing, swatted it clean and ran up to her. He paused as if trying to figure the proper way to ask her a question. Victory got annoyed after a few minutes of him just standing there and not saying a word.

"What do you want?!" asked Victory agitated with her little brother.

"Do we have a Blacksmith in town?" inquired Cronus looking up at her.

"Kelvin's father is a Blacksmith, why do you ask?" interrogated Victory raising her right eyebrow in suspicion.

"Is there anyone else?" begged Cronus feeling rather frustrated at this point.

"As far as I know, Uncle Faber is the only man in town who is a blacksmith. Other than that I have no idea," admitted Victory, "I'll ask once more. Why do you need a blacksmith?"

"It does not matter," groaned Cronus shoving past Victory.

"Fine, don't tell me," growled Victory jumping up from the where she sat.

"Do not worry, I was not planning on letting you know," spat Cronus as he made his way to the missing door handle, “shit, we have to get the new door placed.”

“Oh, really? I had no idea,” snarked Victory, “do you have any idea how much a new door cost?”

“Calm down, Mom said we have one around back,” shrugged Cronus walking around their family home.

“Well, I sure am not going to pick it up! I am a Lady after all,” scoffed Victory placing her fingertips over her clavicle.

“And here I thought you were just a rat in human clothes,” sassed Cronus.

“Drop dead!” shrieked Victory pulling her hands to her sides.

“You first,” smirked Cronus finding the door he was looking for.

Victory stormed inside the house. She went into her room and extracted her knitting kit and proceeded to continue working on her blanket. She had finished making herself a hat, a few socks, mittens and scarf all in hopes of helping her keep warm in the winter. She was thankful that now she was three quarters of the way done with her own blanket. She admired the color of the fabric and how soft the wool felt in her fingers.

She ignored the noises that she heard around herself and continued with her knitting. She did not give a single fuck about what happened during those few hours she knitted. The best part of it all was the fact that to be completely honest she really did not have to care about anyone else in the world beside herself. Not while she tended to her shores, nor when she left with her mother to the town square. True she did care for her parent's and little brother for they were a part of her and she was a part of them as well. Other than that she did not care for the rest of the people in town.

"I am going to take your brother over to your Uncle Faber. We will be back home in a few hours," told Clement to his knitting daughter who looked up and gave him the same look he would give when someone was annoying him.

“Dear, are you sure it's not too early for you to be out of bed?” asked Godiva clearly worried about his well being.

“Do not worry about me, Godiva. I am well rested. If I stay in that bed any longer I will start to get frustrated,” sighed Clement, “Besides, I have to go retrieve someone to help me install our door. I don't think having a house with no front door to be a bright idea.”

“I agree it is not a 'bright idea',” mimicked Victory from her knitting.

Clement would lie and claim that he did not like it, but behind closed doors he would secretly admit that he loved seeing himself in his offspring. The way Victory glared when she was deep in thought, or in the way Cronus would run off when he was enraged. That was all him, and he was proud of them both even if he did not say it. Though he knew that he would need to have a serious conversation about Victory's manners at a later date.

Cronus was already at the front gate of the house when he finally managed to get out of the house. He watched as his son tripped just to run back to his side, whatever it was that was inside his little head had him excited.

"We have to hurry, Papa," urged Cronus as he tugged at Clement's arms and tried to make him walk at a faster pace. He chuckled as Cronus continued to heave at his arms, eventually letting go of one and concentrating all his strength on one arm.

"Cronus, why are you in such a hurry to get there?" probed Clement curious as to know his son's answer.

"I do not know how to explain it just yet. I do however know that it is very important," confessed Cronus as he stopped pulling on Clement and just held his hand.

"Alright, if you do not know why you want to go there. Would it have something to do with Aroldo?" questioned Clement stopping to look down at Cronus.

“I am not sure,” wondered Cronus tapping his chin.

“Can you at least explain to me what you want to construct?” asked Clement moving forward.

"You know how you water the garden and it usually takes you a few trips to do it?" asked Cronus as he fidgeted with his feet avoiding eye contact.

"Cronus, look at me when you are talking to me," ordered Clement as he waited to see his son's eyes. It took a while but eventually Cronus obliged and made direct eye contact.

"It is difficult to explain, I mean how do I tell you I want to create something that is yet to be invented?" reasoned Cronus releasing his father's arm.

"I don't think my brother will be able to help you either. I mean if I cannot understand you and I am your father. Then what hopes do you have of your Uncle Faber being able to decipher what you want?" questioned Clement as he began to walk ahead of Cronus, "now, come along."

Trutt-tut trutt-tut trutt-tut! They heard the approaching of horses, Clement grabbed a hold of Cronus and dragged him off the road to allow the upcoming noblemen passage. Cronus had always seen horses from far away but never up close. He stared in wonder as the magnificent animal's shiny coats glided past them. He imagined that they must have felt like the outside of Aroldo's cloak. He could not help himself, he reached out a hand to try and touch the animal only to have Clement pull his hand away. Cronus gazed over to his father, and his eyes widened when he saw the pained look his father had. Clement wasn't looking at him, instead he held onto Cronus' tiny wrist as he looked at the ground beneath him. Cronus returned his glance at the horses only to see they were gone.

They got back on the road and continued on their way. Cronus did not ask his father why he had prevented him from touching the horse. He knew that his father must have had a reason to, at the same time he wanted to throw a temper saying it was not fair. Each time the thought of falling down on the ground start to kick and scream like the child he really was, the pained look his father had came back to mind. That look made him think twice, he knew very little of his father's past. Each time he tried to ask him about it, Clement had a tendency of changing the subject.

"My past? Now, Cronus why would you want to know about something so irrelevant? The past is called the past, because you cannot go back you can only go forward. All that matters is the now you are living in," smirked Clement as he sat Cronus down on the bed so he could continue to change.

"Papa, where did you get that scar?" questioned Cronus pointing at the scar across Clement's abdomen.

"I have a scar? Oh, where did that come from?!" Clement feigned shock as he pretented that it was the first time he had ever noticed it.

"Papa, they are everywhere!" cried Cronus in fear.

"Ah! They are spreading!" screamed Clement he watched as his son ran out in panic.

Cronus glared over at his father as he remembered how he laughed when he left the room. At the same time he knew that his scars must have been a sensitive subject for him to go to such magnitude to not talk about them. That did not prevent Cronus from wanting to know. Now that he thought about it, Cronus had never seen his father roll up his sleeves even during the summer heat. The only place that he appeared to show anyone his bare arms was when he was in front of his wife and children other than that he kept them covered most of the time. Was he ashamed of his scars, no that could not have been it. Then why even cover them in the first place?

Cronus knew that there was a sword hidden in his parent's room. After the fight last night his father could no longer deny that he had it. He knew that it could not have belonged to his mother's family, therefore it must have been Clement's. His mother Godiva had come from a neighboring town and he knew that her family was very poor. Cronus knew that most of the elegant items in his house were inherited from his father's side of the family. He also knew that his father had a distant relative who was a knight. Though the scars and the sword made him think that his father did not have a distant knight relative. Instead Clement himself must have been a knight at one point in his life. Which brought forth a much greater question. Why wasn't he anymore?

Cronus exasperated as he began to follow after his father. If he were to ask him about his past... would he... would he change the subject once again? What could possibly be there that pained his father so? He wanted to grabbed hold of his father's arm once more, but before he could he felt that similar strange sensation he had felt yesterday. The electrifying feeling that started at the soles of his feet and crept up to his head. He was no longer standing next to his father, no this time... this time he was somewhere utterly different.

This time he was in a room technologically beyond the one he had appeared in before. The white marble floor was so reflective it made him wonder if it was even there or if he was walking on glass. Cronus stared at the glass vials and tubes that stood on top of a hard wooden table. He saw a mixture of different color liquids in different vials. He saw that someone had stuck a white stick of paper with letters and number written on it to said vials. He wanted to touch the vials or at the very least smell the liquid inside, he knew that it would be to no avail, so he did not. Cronus walked around the large illuminated room that had no windows nor lit candle, but somehow managed to stay bright. He spun around and jumped back his eyes were caught by two colossal metallic doors.

There carved on the metal where two dragons one that breathed fire while other appeared to be covered in lightning. Each glaring at Cronus with mal intent. He felt tears fall down his eyes and covered his face as if to brace himself for their attack. He waited for what must have been hours but when their offence never came he unshielded himself. He looked back up at the dragons and felt relief wash over him as he noticed that they had never once moved. He reached out a had to touch the door, forgetting he was unable to touch anything and fell through to the other side.

"Umf!" huffed Cronus as he hit the solid ground. He observed that his lower waist was still on the other side of the door, and dragged the rest of himself the rest of the way. He then got up and looked around to where he was. A circular hallway with eight other doors similar to the one he had just come out of.

"Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back," Cronus told himself as he stepped through the next door. He was grateful that he had done so, for in that room he saw someone float from one area of the room to the next as he worked on a towering metal tube. Cronus sat down admiring the person as he worked alone on his contraption. He only turned around when he heard the large doors swing open.

"Master Herlov, you presence is required in the Drataine Family Meeting Room," called out a maid wearing a long eggplant dress with deep indigo blue apron with gold decorative embroidery.

"Thank you, Sofia, I will be there in a minute,"called Herlov as he floated down he then smelled inside his own shirt "make it ten."

"Very well, I will let your parents know," replied Sofia as she left the room.

'Drataine, did... did she just say, Drataine?' thought Cronus his eyes shining with excitement. Then that would mean that the person working on the contraption was maybe one of his descendants. He would later have to ask his parents where babies came from. Hopefully they would actually give him a response instead of ignoring him. He then looked over at the person as they removed their outfit revealing their ash brown hair. The person turned around and Cronus stared at the teen as he looked to be a near replica of his own father. Herlov had sapphire eyes while his father's matched the blue sky and his father had butterscotch hair while this boy had ash brown hair. Other than that it almost felt as if he was looking at a younger version of his own father.Cronus knew that he wasn't, he couldn't be.

Cronus walked around the room and walked up to the large round window in the room and looked out the window. He was mesmerized by the beautiful vision his eyes feasted upon. He was expecting to be able to see the outside of a house; however, that was not what he was seeing in its place he saw the edge of a mountain. He saw as people walked past the window and did not seem to notice it was even there. Almost as if they had no clue of it's existence. He stuck his head through the window and pulled the rest of his body through. He looked behind himself and saw that the large window was gone and he was looking back at rocks and grass. Cronus pulled himself back into the room, so he was right the few people that had walked the window could not have known it was there at all.

Cronus walked over to an open notebook that was filled with numbers that he could easily read and understand. Unfortunately, it was the words that left him baffled unable to make heads or tails of what they said. He smoothed his right index finger over the delicate words. What he wouldn't give in that moment to be able to read them.

Creek, Splo-osh, drip drip drop! The noise let Cronus know that Herlov was in his room once more. He ignored him knowing that the teen would be getting dressed and continued to stare at the notebook.

"Do you mind waiting outside?" requested Herlov standing in the doorway of his washroom. He was wearing a soft pine green bathrobe his ash brown hair almost black from being wet clung closely to his face. Cronus looked back at Herlov in shock that he could even tell that he was there. He looked into the teens eyes that had gone from the dark Sapphire color to icy blue eyes.

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