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nothingeverlost · 5 years ago

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Fic: Revelations (Archie/Gold, Costars verse)

There are many things that would make more sense right now, but I had this very loud bunny in my head and couldn’t focus on anything else until I wrote it. And then I couldn’t find the end so at 6000 words I think I just tripled the length of Costars verse. Also added tons of characters and relationships. The first paragraph was written by @acoupletshort years ago in an ask she sent me that I asked if I could expand on.

The whole thing spiraled from the realization that it’s a rare verse where I haven’t mentioned a cane, and wondering if Gold had one.

Warnings: angst, panic attacks, but no character death

“I didn’t want to call. Didn’t seem right for you to be alone.” It was only then that Archie realized that her eyes were red. She was upset. She was worried about him. There were exactly two people in the world that mattered so much that losing them would make him fall apart, and Dorothy didn’t know his brother.

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It had been a very long day and Gold felt distinctly out of sorts. This particular storyline was not one he was comfortable with. Archie was lying in the hospital bed, generously adorned with bruises and scrapes courtesy of their make-up department. Much too realistic bruises and scrapes, if you asked Gold. The only thing that broke the perfect illusion was the soft sound of snoring. Well, it had been a long day for all of them.

The snoring, oddly, made him feel better. That and the way Archie’s nose wrinkled when Gold touched the end of it. “Wake up, sleeping beauty. We’re wrapped.”

“Garrett?” Archie scratched his nose, smearing the bruise on one of his cheeks with his wrist, turning the makeup department’s hard work into an abstract swirl of purple and blue. The stage was empty, Archie’s scene had ended half an hour ago.

“You should get to bed earlier on days you have an early call,” Gold said with a straight face, his voice low despite the fact that they were alone.

“I went to bed plenty early. It was the sleep part that was hard.” He pulled back the blankets on the hospital bed. While he wore a hospital gown nicer than what was actually found in hospitals, he also wore khakis and a pair of green argyle socks. It wasn’t surprising that Archie wore them; he wasn’t one for walking around the set in any less than full dress. Garrett didn’t care to be around for his love scenes with Michael, but he knew that a robe was always kept close at hand for between and after takes. It was an uncommon modesty.

“It wasn’t the only thing that was hard,” Gold smirked, amused at the red flush under the layers of makeup. It wasn’t often that he’d stayed the night, but Archie had made dinner and he’d provided the wine, and really after half a bottle each it would have been a bad idea to drive home. “You have about twenty minutes to wash up before they start popping champagne bottles.”

“I can’t believe it’s been a year already.” It was their last day of season one. Poor Aaron would be spending the summer in a coma, a cliffhanger that hopefully had people eager to return in the fall.

“You’ll miss those four-thirty alarms, will you?”

“I’ll miss seeing everyone.” They had two months before rehearsals kicked off for season two. Archie had a play lined up. Garrett had three weeks in Scotland in a month, filming the sort of independent film that he loved but rarely paid enough to live on. Fortunately, Dixon Landing more than paid the bills. But first he had Balin. His boy was back tomorrow after spending the last six months with his mother in Romania while she filmed the next movie she was certain would be ‘the one’ to take her from second string to star. As much as he looked forward to seeing his boy it was part of the reason he felt so unsettled. He was telling Bay about Archie, and on Sunday they’d meet over dinner. Archie deserved better than to have to keep hiding their relationship, but he needed Bay to know first. He couldn’t have his boy learn the news from the front of some rag, or from one of Milah’s rages.

“You’ll miss seeing them at the wrap party if you don’t get your face washed, love. And perhaps a different shirt.” He took Archie’s hand and pulled him toward the makeup trailer. The amount of makeup he was wearing was going to take more than a little soap and water. It was a relief to see it all gone, to see Archie’s face unblemished and unbruised. Gold cupped one cheek gently and kissed his lover. “That’s better.”

Pongo’s barking woke him. It had only been an hour since he’d fallen asleep, his bloodstream still mixed with champagne and some mixed drink Jefferson had been passing out, and he was dizzy when he sat up. It was only then that he heard the knocking at the door. Squinting at the clock that told him it was a little after three he tried to stand up. The second time he succeeded.

“Pongo, stop. Unless someone’s here to rob us, then you can be as loud as you want.” But they were still knocking, and they wouldn’t do that if they were here for nefarious purposes. Probably. It was Hollywood, after all, and sometimes weird things happened. Archie pulled on a robe as he headed for the door.

“Dorothy?” His director was standing on his front porch three hours after their wrap party in jeans and a worn purple sweater she hadn’t been wearing earlier. She never dressed so casually at work. Pongo, quiet now that he recognized a friend, held out a paw for a shake. Dorothy Lucas ignored him.

“I should go get dressed.” The clothes he’d worn to the party were in the hamper; someone had been smoking and the smell lingered. He’d need something clean to wear.

“He’s not dead, Archie. It’s bad, might get worse, but for right now there’s still a chance.” Bad. Worse. The words echoed loud in his head. “When you’re ready we’ll take you to the hospital.”

“We?” The headlights were on, her car still running.

“Ruby wanted to come with me. She thought you could use a friend.” She offered the smallest of smiles. “Go now, sooner you’re dressed the sooner we get there and find out what’s happened.”

His shoes didn’t match. He didn’t realize it until he was in the car, but he wore two different shoes, one a light brown loafer, the other a darker brown dress shoe. He stared at his feet even when Ruby said hello and asked if Pongo would be alright alone. He said yes. Pongo could manage alone for a few hours. He was less certain about his own ability to be alone.

“How did you know?” It didn’t surprise him that Dorothy was the one the hospital called. Garrett didn’t have any next of kin unless you counted his aunts in Scotland and his son who was too young. But somehow she’d known to come for him, despite how low key he and Garrett had been keeping things.

“You think anything happens on my set that I don’t know about? I know Jefferson uses an empty storage locker to hotbox but he keeps the pot smell away from the wardrobe and his costumes are brilliant so if it helps him cope then it’s his business. I know David and Mary Margaret are going to have to own up to their relationship soon, because we’ll have to start planning a maternity plot or we’ll be finding props for her to carry to hide her belly. And I know about Valentine's Day and the meal you and Garrett shared. Let me tell you I was this close to knocking your heads together and telling you to figure it out after we hired Michael. Gold was a bear those first weeks, and the less clothes you wore on set the worse he was.”

“Granny!” Ruby interjected.

“It’s true.” Dorothy glanced in the rearview mirror for just a moment. The light at the next intersection was turning yellow but she raced through it. They were making good time, but it still felt slow.

“No boundaries, none at all. She’s like this every time I make plans for a date too.” Ruby reached over and squeezed his hand. “It’s going to be okay, Arch. It will.”

The nursing staff in the ER didn’t have much to tell them. Garrett’s car had been hit from the side; someone running a red light after stealing from a convenience store. The other driver was fine, just a little bruising from the seatbelt. The cop chasing him, fortunately, had been able to call an ambulance right away. They’d had to cut the door off the car to get him out.

They weren’t sure they’d be able to save his leg. Once they’d gotten him stable enough they’d taken him straight to surgery.

“Archie?” They were in a waiting room, him and Dorothy and David, who had only arrived half an hour ago. Ruby had volunteered to go feed Pongo. Archie looked up to find a doctor, a fresh coat covering his dirty scrubs. Garrett’s blood.

“Graham?” It hadn’t occurred to him that they were at the hospital where Graham worked. Honestly, he didn’t know what hospital they were at. He and Graham had dated for a while when he’d first moved to Hollywood. It had started out as friends, and occasionally crashing on his couch. It had returned to friendship, though he didn’t use the couch anymore.

“You’re here for Garrett Gold?”

“I am.” He stood, facing Graham. It took him a moment to remember that he wasn’t alone. “We are. Dorothy and David are coworkers.”

“He’s out of surgery. We were able to replace the vein in his leg, and as long as it takes he should be able to keep the leg but there’s damage. We’ll have a better idea later how much.” Graham reached out, touching Archie’s arm. “We’ll have him in a room soon and you can sit with him.”

“How long until he wakes up?” This morning he’d been in a hospital bed, Garrett sitting in the chair beside him. Between takes they’d had coffee and talked and Archie had cracked bad jokes about the kind of care one could expect when their doctor also sold razors on a Bick commercial and what type of food they brought coma patients. Anything to get Garrett to relax; he’d been tense since he’d first seen Archie in his makeup. His ‘injuries’ had washed away in minutes, though.

“I don’t know, Archie. There’s head trauma from the accident as well. He has a whole team of doctors monitoring him. We’ll make sure you know as much as we know, I promise.” Graham’s hold on his arm tightened. “I have to go get cleaned up but I’ll find you later, okay? I’d like to hear about your guy.”

“Your guy?” David was playing with his now empty coffee cup and looking at Archie, perplexed.

“We weren’t ready to tell people yet. Garrett was going to tell his son this weekend.” The plan was to tell their coworkers after that, and then decide how to deal with the media. The plan had changed.

“Huh, I’m surprised.”

“That he likes men or that he’s with me?” He knew that Garrett hadn’t been with a man before. He hadn’t been with many women, either, outside of his sixteen-year marriage.

“That anyone got past his defenses. I know about a couple of first dates, and that’s usually when it comes to those types of events where it looks better to show up as a couple. Never heard of anyone getting even a second date. It makes sense, though. I mean I can see it, and it explains why he’s been in a better mood the last couple of months.” David crumpled up his cup and tossed it in a trash can. “I’m going to start making calls to people. We only have about an hour until the first news show and no one needs to learn about the accident that way. I can at least let them know what we know.”

“He’s right, you know. Gold’s always been reserved, but he’s different since at least Christmas. He talks to people between scenes. Takes more time to notice the people around him. And he’s just a little less hostile towards the press, enough to at least do a couple of interviews. Reminds me of when I first met him, before the last couple of years of marriage and the divorce. She did a number on him.” Dorothy Lucas patted the chair next to her. “You need to sit. Pacing isn’t going to make them come any faster to take you to him.”

“He doesn’t talk about her.” He’d mentioned her a few times, but only in regards to custody arrangements and his son’s schedule. He wouldn’t even know her name, except that everyone knew. Five years ago the divorce and custody battle of Garrett and Milah Gold had been big news.

“In a just world no one would talk about her, and she’d just fade away. She has about as much talent as a hand model for a local tv commercial and as much morality as an ally cat in heat. But it’s not my business.” She pressed her lips together as if she wanted to make it her business. She had more to say about Milah Gold and it wouldn’t be hard to get it out of her. Archie didn’t want to know, not unless Garrett wanted to tell him. “You and Gold, you tested well against each other when we were doing the casting. But it’s nothing compared to how you two are now. Sexual or brotherly, it doesn’t matter once the camera is rolling it’s all chemistry. The bond between you two…”

“Mr. Hopper? Doctor Humbert said you were allowed to sit with Garrett Gold. He’s been moved into a room.” Archie blinked when the nurse addressed him. He suddenly felt like he was glued to his seat.

“Go on. You go hold his hand and talk to him. That bond you share, it goes both ways. You make sure he knows that he’s firmly attached here, that you’re not letting go.” Perhaps it was because she was using the same tone she used when directing, but he found himself moving without thinking. He didn’t stop until he was in the doorway of a private room, looking at the space that looked the same but completely different from their set on the studio lot.

Garrett’s bruises wouldn’t wash away and his bandages didn’t come from the wardrobe department.

“I wish this was a dress rehearsal.” It hadn’t been bad, when he and Garrett had practiced their scenes for the show’s season finale. They’d run over the lines at his place, and their private rehearsal had ended with a scene that was not appropriate between two brothers, and certainly would have been flagged by the censors. But the first time Archie had the makeup put on Garrett had turned white and had turned and left the room. It was too real, he’d told Archie when they were alone.

“I need you to wake up, Garrett.” He took his lover’s hand, glad that his arms seemed relatively unblemished. His leg was in traction. The side of his face had gauze taped to it, the rusty red of dried blood seeping through to let him know that there were unseen lacerations in addition to the bruises already forming. But worse of all his eyes were closed and he was too still.

“We have plans.” Tomorrow they were supposed to have brunch with Bay, so they could meet for the first time.

Balin. Oh crap, his plane would be coming in this afternoon and Garrett was supposed to pick him up. He was flying alone, his mother off for vacation in the Caribbean with her costar. He had no idea how to contact her.

“I’ll make sure someone is there for him.” He didn’t promise it would be him; right now he couldn’t imagine being able to make himself leave Garrett’s side.

The flight was half an hour late. Ruby had made sure he had a hat and dark glasses, so he wouldn’t be recognized. A year ago it wouldn’t have been too much of a concern but Dixon was doing well and had the cover of a couple of magazines in the last months. She’d also clearly inherited her granny’s take charge genes, because she’d talked to someone from TSA and had gotten them a security escort that took them through to the gate where Bay’s plane would land.

“He’ll be here soon.” Ruby was still a high school student for almost a month, but Archie felt like she was the adult currently. She’d been the one to accept David’s offer to sit with Garrett, and had insisted they leave with enough time to get something to eat. Dorothy had been the one to tell him firmly that he needed to be the one to pick up Balin, that it’s what Gold would ask him to do, but it was Ruby who insisted on coming with him and refused to let him drive.

“I’ve never met him.” He was nervous enough about meeting Garrett’s son under far better circumstances. It was nothing compared to the nerves he felt having to tell a thirteen-year-old boy that his dad was in a coma.

“Even if you weren’t Gold’s… are we saying boyfriend? I mean is that what you two…” Ruby shook her head. “Nevermind. Even if you weren’t dating you’d be one of the best choices for this. You’re a good guy, Archie. All the animals on set love you, not just Pongo. You stop and entertain any kid who comes across your path; Henry would live in your trailer if you let him. And you’re even nice to the annoying teenager that pesters you into trying on the clothes she makes at home.”

“I liked that vest you brought in last week.” He’d first talked to Ruby because of Pongo, and had fallen into an easy friendship. She was an amateur photographer and a not quite as amateur seamstress who dreamed of going into fashion design. “And you’re not annoying.”

“The vest was awesome and I’m very annoying, which proves my point. You’re a good guy and Balin is lucky you’re the one picking him up.”

“There’s nothing lucky about this.” Lucky would be a car being seconds faster and Garrett picking up his own kid. Lucky would at least be Garrett’s eyes opening before he’d left the hospital.

“The plane’s landing.” Ruby squeezed his hand. He’d worried, when they first met, about how much she touched him. Worried that she had a crush, maybe. But when he’d dared to approach Dorothy about it she’d laughed and said that was just how Ruby was with friends, and everyone knew that his dating pool didn’t run to girls of any type, let alone ones that were underage.

“Oh dear.” He looked at his phone. No new messages. They would have texted him if Garrett had woken up. Would they have texted him if things had gotten worse? They would, wouldn’t they? They wouldn’t let him bring Balin back to the hospital without a warning.

“What do we know besides 13-year-old boy?” Ruby asked as they opened the door.

“Brown curly hair. Garrett says that Bay just passed him up in height. He should be…” But there was no point saying more, not when the boy was walking through the door with a backpack slung over one shoulder. He looked just like the pictures Archie had seen in his love’s house.

“Balin Gold.” He waited until the boy was closer, but there was no reaction.

“Wait.” When Balin passed him by Archie took a few steps. Without thinking he reached out, his fingers brushing against the backpack. “We need to talk.”

“You second rate reporters will try anything, won’t you? I don’t talk about my dad to the press.”

“I’m not a reporter.” In all his worry it had never occurred to him that he might need to convince Balin that he was someone to trust.

“He really isn’t. Well, there was that Hallmark movie that one time, but that would be like calling him a doctor because of that cough syrup commercial he did.” Ruby dodged around a couple of people to stand in front of Bay.

“I’m a friend of your dad’s.” A too-mild term that at least didn’t feel like a lie. He and Garrett were good friends, they were just other things too. “We work together.”

“And her?” Unconvinced, Bay pointed at Ruby. “She’s not an intern?”

“She’s the granddaughter of our director. This is Ruby. I’m Archie.”

“Archie Hopper?” When Bay narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to the side he looked so much like his dad it hurt. Finally, he nodded, shoulders relaxing. “I couldn’t get full episodes in Romania but I found clips on youtube. You’re Aaron.”

“Yeah. Sorry about the hat and glasses but…”

“Reporters. Fans. I get it.” Archie supposed that he’d been living with it long enough. “Did dad send you to get me?”

“We should go get your bags.” The airport wasn’t really the place for the conversation they needed to have.

“Where’s my dad?” Bay had been starting to walk but he stopped, taking a step back. “I talked to him yesterday, he was going to be here.”

“I’m going to go talk to someone and see if we can have Balin’s bags deliver to Gold’s house, and then I’m going to go get the car, okay?” Ruby, once she made up her mind, was gone before he had a chance to answer. Fortunately, everyone getting off the plane seemed to be gone and the area where they stood seemed quiet. Archie glanced over to an alcove where a trio of vending machines stood. He nodded, and hoped that Bay would at least trust him enough to follow the few steps.

“Garrett wanted to be here. He’s been talking for weeks about you coming home.” It had been the beginning of December when Bay had left. They hadn’t even had a chance to celebrate Christmas or his birthday. “There was an accident last night. His car…”

“Is he dead?” Garrett’s son had, it seemed, inherited his ability to hide almost everything. His face was perfectly schooled, as if he’d asked about the weather. Except his eyes. Archie could see a hint of the storm he was trying to hide in his eyes. Archie took off his sunglasses.

“No. And he’s not… I don’t think… I want…” He took a deep breath. “It’s only been a few hours. He hasn’t woken up yet but he just needs time.”

“Can I see him?” Bay’s hand was wrapped around one of the straps of his backpack, his knuckles white.

“We’ll go straight there,” he promised, relieved that he too would be able to return soon. It had been more than an hour.

“Papa.” Bay was quiet on the ride, perhaps because Archie was silent as well, or because Ruby was anything but quiet, filling the space the other two left. They took the elevator straight up to the seventh floor and to Garrett’s room, where David quietly ducked out to allow them in. Everything looked exactly the same. Archie itched to touch his hand to Gold’s, to kiss his forehead, to brush smooth the hair that had fallen against Garrett’s cheek, but he stayed back.

“We’re supposed to be going out for pizza, dad. Real American pizza. You promised.” Bay had the chair as close to the bed as it would go, his hand wrapped around his dad’s hand, the backpack he’d brought with him tossed in one corner.

“Are you hungry?” Archie asked softly. He’d never been to Romania but he knew the flight was even longer than the one to London and that had been exhausting.

“I don’t want to leave him.” It wasn’t a no, so Archie took it as a yes.

“I’ll see what we can find.” It was hard to make himself leave the room. Harder not to turn right around and go back in.

“Archie?” At some point in the last hour Mary Margaret had arrived, apparently. She left David’s side to give him a hug. It wasn’t until her arms were around him that he realized he was shaking.

“I’m fine. I just, I told Balin, I need…” He was shaking enough that his teeth were chattering and he couldn’t make even the simple request on Bay’s behalf. He couldn’t find the words.

Or air. He couldn’t breathe.

Vaguely he heard someone telling him to sit, and found himself collapsing into a chair, his body folding in on itself. Someone’s hand was warm against his back and someone was trying to tell him something but he couldn’t hear them over the pounding sound in his ears. His head was between his knees but it only made his chest feel tighter.

“Archie I need you to look at me.” Suddenly Graham was sitting on the floor before him, a hand on each of his knees, repeating his name until he looked up.

“You’re going to take one breath now, Archie. Breathe in. Alright? Just think about the air coming in, like those elocution exercises you used to do all the time in the mirror. They all started with needing to breathe, right?” Archie didn’t hear half of what he said, but he took in a breath because he knew Graham wouldn’t stop until he did. The second was a little easier.

“I’m okay.” Even to his own ear his voice was shaky and unconvincing.

“It’s okay to not be okay, Archie.” Mary Margaret’s hand was on his shoulder.

“I’m going to go get you something.” Graham started to get up. Archie shook his head, but Graham gave him one of his ‘I’m the doctor’ looks that both annoyed Archie and made him feel better, often at the same time. “Nothing to sedate you, I promise.”

“I told Balin I would get him something to eat,” Archie said once Graham was gone. He was suddenly feeling exhausted.

“I’ll go get food,” David volunteered. “Can I get anything for you?”

Archie shook his head. The only thing he wanted David couldn’t get for him. “Ruby made me eat on the way to the airport. Balin’s been on a plane since yesterday, though.”

“And out of the country. I think I remember how to buy food for a teenage boy.” Once David left it was just Mary Margaret and Dorothy; Ruby had been sent home to work on homework. She had a project due Monday, and only a few weeks until finals.

“Maybe you should get some sleep,” Dorothy suggested. Archie shook his head. He was afraid of missing something. Besides, the last time he’d slept his world had come crashing down. He stayed in his chair and waited.

“Did you want to stop anywhere on the way home?” It was ten, and the hospital staff had suggested, rather firmly, that they should go home and get some sleep. He and Bay had both been reluctant to leave, but Archie had finally been motivated by Bay half falling asleep in his chair. Garrett had no family other than his aunts in Scotland, and Bay’s mother was unreachable, apparently for the better part of the next two weeks. Archie didn’t know what they’d do, but for the moment the best answer seemed to be taking Bay to his own home, and staying over. The teen couldn’t be alone. Dorothy had offered a room, but Bay chose his own home.

“I just want to sleep. We can go back in the morning, right?” Bay hadn’t talked much in the last hours, unless asked a direct question.

“Yeah, we’ll go back after we get some sleep.” He drove up to the house in an old neighborhood; not ostentatious like many of the wealthy areas of town, but a quieter elegance. Archie had laughed at the pink house the first time he’d seen it, but now it felt like the most comfortable place he knew. Bay’s suitcases were on the porch waiting for them. Archie used the key on his ring to unlock the door.

“You have a key to the house?” It was the first genuine curiosity Archie had heard that wasn’t related to needing answers from doctors they couldn’t give him.

“Your dad watched Pongo, my dog, the last time I was out of town.” It wasn’t really an answer, but he wasn’t sure if it was wise to say anything about just how close he and Garrett really were. “He’s a good friend.”

“Dad loves dogs, but always says he works too much to have one.” Bay grabbed one of his suitcases. Archie too the other. They both headed straight for the stairs. “Where’s Pongo now?”

“Ruby picked him up and took him home. Dorothy has a yard he can run around in.” He’d considered picking up his dog, but they’d be right back at the hospital in the morning without even the time for a walk and Pongo deserved more attention. “Are you warm enough? I could turn on the heater, it’s still a little cool at night.”

“I have extra blankets if I’m cold. I’m just going to go to bed, okay?” Bay paused in the doorway to his bedroom. Though unused from months it still looked lived in. “I’m sorry if I was rude at the airport. I appreciate you doing all this for me. The ride and staying here, and stuff.”

“I’m here for anything you need.” The boy ran a hand through his curly hair, suddenly looking far younger than his thirteen years. “Sleep well.”

“Yeah.” He shut the door behind him, leaving Archie in the hall, just across from Garrett’s bedroom. The door was open, and Archie crossed through the doorway, turning on the light. Nothing looked different than it had a couple of nights ago, except for the very noticeable absence of the only person he wanted to see. Archie looked at the bed where they’d made love together. He looked at the gold silk robe draped over the chair and the slippers on the floor. There was a book of poetry on the bedside table by Pablo Neruda that Garrett had read aloud just a few nights ago. The room was haunted; Archie turned off the light and left. He couldn’t stay there; at the end of the hall was the guest room. He took off his shoes and glasses and laid down on top of the bed. Before he could sleep he called the hospital to check in; nothing had changed.

“He’s awake.” Archie woke to shaking, and blinked his eyes open to find that Bay had a hand on his shoulder.

“What?” It took a moment for the words to penetrate his sleep fogged brain. “Garrett’s awake?”

“Yeah. The hospital called.” Bay grinned. “They said he woke up about half an hour again. He fell asleep again but it’s just sleep. Regular sleep.”

“Oh.” Archie sat up, but before he could say anything else he ran out of the room, barely making it into the hall bathroom before dry heaving into the toilet. His stomach clenched, but his last meal had been far too long ago. He took a few breaths before he felt like he could attempt standing. Bay was standing in the doorway. “I’m sorry, I was just…”

“Dad’s not your friend, is he?” Bay leaned against the doorframe, watching him intently.

“What? Why? Of course he’s my friend.” He still felt shaky, and turned on the cold water in the sink to splash his face.

“I guess I mean he’s not just your friend. Some people can be both, can’t they? Friends and something else.”

Archie stared at him. “Something else?”

“There’s a picture of you two on dad’s mirror, with your dog. Pongo’s a dalmatian, that’s cool.” Archie nodded; he knew which picture it was. He’d dragged Garrett into joining him for a celebrity walk-a-thon with him and Pongo. Someone had snapped a picture at the finish line, his arm around Garrett’s neck. The caption had read something about coworkers working together off-camera to raise money for charity, but Archie had worried about the picture. Maybe the rest of the world couldn’t see it, but Archie could tell at a glance that he looked besotted, looking at Garrett rather than the camera. Apparently Gold’s thirteen-year-old kid was perceptive too. “There’s green juice in the fridge and granola bars on the counter. I don’t think dad knows what granola is. What do you usually have for breakfast Archie?”

“You already had a lot to deal with, I didn’t want to tell you more that didn’t matter. Your dad was going to tell you about us.” Archie looked down at his wrinkled shirt. At least he didn’t have to worry about explaining the fact that he had clean clothes here. “This wasn’t how I wanted to meet you.”

“It’s weird. He’s never brought anyone home before.” When Archie looked up at him Balin shrugged. “My mom, she likes to have men around. Even before she and dad… Whatever. But it’s been five years and dad hasn’t ever brought someone home, so it must matter. Right?”

“I love him.” He hadn’t told anyone other than Garrett and his brother, and it was strange making the confession to someone he’d just met yesterday.

“Can we drive through Starbucks on the way to the hospital?” The sudden change in conversation made Archie blink. He stared for a moment before nodding.

“I’ll get dressed.”

“I just need to get my shoes on.” Bay half turned, but then paused. “My dad’s been lonely for a long time. It’s good, you know, if he’s not alone anymore.”

Garrett was sleeping when they arrived at the hospital, but he’d woken a second time and was able to answer questions. Archie hesitated in the doorway, allowing Bay to take the seat next to his dad’s hand.

“We can find a second chair, can’t we?” Bay asked. Archie nodded and went to ask the nurse for a chair. He was relieved that Bay was okay with him being there too. He couldn’t imagine what the boy was going through, arriving home to find his dad in a coma and a stranger dating his dad. Then again his own emotions if he’d even found his dad in a coma would have been wildly different; by thirteen he had already been placed in foster care with Marco’s family.

“I told my mom I wanted to live with him. I know they’re supposed to have joint custody but I hate bouncing back and forth even when they’re both here. Mom was mad but I know she likes being able to do whatever she wants without worrying about school and stuff. I haven’t asked dad yet, but I think…”

“He’d love it,” Archie said without hesitation. “He talks about you all the time. When we had a week off for Easter he kept looking at plane tickets but he’d have to spend half the time traveling and would only get to see you for a couple of days. He kept telling me all the things you two had planned for the summer.”

“I hated Romania. I wanted to be home.”

“Want you home too.” Garrett’s voice was dry and hard to hear even in the relative silence of the room. Archie had never heard any sound that meant more.

“Dad.” Bay pressed his lips together, his eyes tearing up. “This was not a part of our deal.”

“Bad timing.” Garrett winced when he moved.

“I’ll go get a nurse,” Archie offered, planning to slip out so father and son could have a minute in private. Garrett had other ideas.

“No.” Shaking his head perhaps took too much energy, but he wiggled the fingers on the hand Arche had just released. “Stay.”

“For as long as you want,” Archie promised. After a moment’s hesitation he leaned down and kissed his love’s forehead.

“Forever,” Garrett said sleepily, eyes already fluttering closed. “Both of you.”

#golden cricket #archie/gold #my fic #verse: costars #bay gold #graham humbert #granny lucas #ruby lucas #acoupletshort #archie hopper #mr. gold

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piggitails · 8 years ago

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wait wait, i think i finally found a kin order!! i’ll update this everytime i find a new kin.

1 ・tweek tweak [south park][questioning]

2 ・ghost

3 ・yuki kaai [vocaloid]

4 ・bunny

5 ・rin kaga [usagi drop]

6 ・poco [pocos udon world]

7・natsuki [ddlc]

8・ruby kurosawa [love live][main ID]

#this week on averys kin things

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the-psydelicrainbow-kinhelpcafe · 5 years ago

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A lovely anon has asked: Goodness, I hope you don't mind me requesting from you again! It's Ruby, I adored the moodboard you made! I saw that test stimboards were open. I was wondering if I could get a stimboard for Ruby, from Max and Ruby! I like wax stamps, bunny petting, letter writing, embroidery, cottagecore stims... Any of those would be lovely! I like orange and pink a lot, though any color will do. Thank you, dearly. Here ya go Ruby!! I hope this was all that you had in mind n that it looks good!

Let me know if you need any changes!!

#max and ruby kin #ruby kin #ruby bunny kin #kin stimboard #fickin stimboard #fictionkin stimboard #fiction kin stimboard #stimboard #kin #fickin #fictionkin #fiction kin

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jflashandclash · 8 years ago

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Attrition of Peace

Five: Reyna

Do You Wanna Go Punch Stuff… or Something? Part II

Upon realizing they were at the praetor’s house, Axel did something Reyna didn’t expect: he blushed.

Reyna kept the décor in her house simple. She was rarely in it, so she didn’t feel the need for anything elaborate. Most of the decoration looked more like a barrack’s. Her favorite weapons covered one wall, a collection of blades from all over the world. There were rewards and homemade trophies scattered on mantels, ones that the Second Cohort had stubbornly shoved at her throughout her career.

A line of zombie bunny ninjas decorated her coffee table, just beyond the entrance. Piper had been sending her those over the last few months, saying they seemed right to liven Reyna’s room.

Above her cot’s mantel, on the far wall, was a flag. It depicted a skeleton with a spear in one hand and a glass in the other. The spear was about to pierce a heart floating up in the lower right corner of the flag.

“Blackbeard’s flag,” Axel whispered upon stepping inside. Though his voice was even, his normally tan cheeks had gone bright red. Like before, his eyes darted to account for all the weapons in the room and Reyna couldn’t shake the feeling he’d seen the praetor’s house before.

“You know your pirate flags,” Reyna said. Aurum and Argentum padded into her house. Within the comfort of their home, Argentum padded right up to Axel and started sniffing him. Aurum seemed as curious, but the golden greyhound kept further back.

Reyna was surprised; their suspicion of strangers usually overweighed any curiosity.

“I know this flag,” Axel said. He glanced down at Argentum and stooped to a crouch beside the dog.

“I wouldn’t—” she started.

Axel offered the dog one of his hands to sniff, staring directly into its ruby eyes. She’d seen recruits get mauled for less, but Argentum averted his gaze. Axel rubbed him behind the ears. “I used to wrestle with a jaguar named Juana,” Axel said, smiling sadly. “But I’ll bet you two could give me a run for my obsidian, couldn’t you?”

Aurum growled.

Axel looked up at her. Now that they were closer, she could make out the designs of his facial scars. They were impossible not to notice, systematically decorating his cheeks, temples, and jaw with asymmetrical swirls, dots, and lines. There were different from the haphazard battle scars scattered over his body, though most of those were visible due to the poor condition of his dress shirt.

When he’d knelt down, she could see the bumps of lash marks along his back. Before they left the principia, a healer had patched the bullet wound on his shoulder, though he’d rejected any unicorn draught to help the healing process.

His body markings were a story to themselves.

“This is as private as it is going to get,” she said stiffly. She stepped over to the couch and sat down, withdrawing her dagger to twirl the blade on her coffee table. She had to replace the table every six months when she was in here more often. “Why did your brother think I was going to kill you?” she asked.

Axel sighed and stood. He gestured to a seat across from her. “May I?”

Reyna was so used to her campers standing without question, she was mildly surprised, but Axel had always talked to her with the confidence of an equal and the respect of a warrior. She nodded.

Once he was seated, Axel frowned. “Ajax is… wary of something else happening to our family. From what was said and what I remember, I’m pretty sure Euna killed Santiago and Kouta, our biological father and eldest brother. Ajax had hope that they could change to be better people.

“And, when the gods sent us here, our… we—um…” He sighed again. “We live out of our van. We had a lot of memories tucked away in secret compartments, old weapons, pictures, circus costumes, Hunnie and Baller…”

Reyna raised an eyebrow.

Axel chuckled. “Ajax’s two pet weasels. They were gifts from Hecate. But… I don’t know where our van is, so that’s all lost too. Matthias—our mechanic—programmed it to go wherever we considered home in the event we got separated… but the Mayan temple wasn’t home.” Axel touched a section of the giant scar that stretched from his pant line up his torso. His eyes looked distant. “Our old camp was obliterated and I doubt the van will show up in Belize with Chiich…[1] Ajax just doesn’t want to lose anything else.”

“I’m sorry about your brother and father,” Reyna said softly.

Axel’s feeling of helplessness and guilt fluttered back into Reyna’s senses. She wanted to tell him that he could talk to her about Joey, that she understood how it felt to carry the weight of dead soldiers. But, she had to remind herself that Axel was an enemy to New Rome until proven otherwise, and the Little Tiber definitely wasn’t on his side. “Why do you think the gods…” She noticed he used the plural whereas his little brother had only referred to Phobetor. “sent you to New Rome?”

Axel’s dark gaze sharpened. “I wanted to kill my father. I suspect these particular gods know that Rome isn’t friendly towards patricide.”

Reyna almost dropped her dagger. He said it so casually and candidly, she wanted to snarl at him to keep his voice down. She thought about the ghosts in San Juan and tried not to tremble.

“Unlike Rome,” Axel continued during her stunned silence. “I recognize that blood ties shouldn’t prohibit you from destroying something warped and horrible. If anything, those blood ties put the responsibility more solidly on the closest kin…” He clenched his jaw. “It shouldn’t have fallen to Euna and Joey…”

Reyna swallowed. She didn’t realize she’d embedded her dagger an inch into the wood. Alarm threatened to drown out all the questions she had for Axel. Memories of San Juan kept flickering in and out: the smell of the warm, ocean breeze, the taste of piragua, and the sound of Hylla’s shaking voice when her father lost his temper and came after them.

No one knew about that except Nico Di Angelo, Hylla, and Gleeson Hedge. Axel couldn’t.

Reyna suddenly wished that she’d kept Frank or someone nearby to continue this interrogation.

Forcing her voice not to tremble, she whispered, “That shouldn’t have been enough to make the Little Tiber try to kill you.”

Axel shifted his eyes back to hers. For a moment, she felt like he knew everything about her father. Instead, he lifted a hand up to brace against his chin. “You know exactly why the Little Tiber was trying to kill me,” he said.

Reyna had her suspicions. When she’d met him outside Camp Half-Blood, he’d said he was recruited into an army that wasn’t Camp Half-Blood or Camp Jupiter and ascended to a position of leadership, likely a low ranking Lieutenant or Captain. That army was obliterated about a year or two ago. He had Mist manipulation skills, akin to the children of Hecate. His little brother called upon the Titans for prayers and curses. He knew more about New Rome than he should.

Some part of her knew he was a soldier from Kronos’s army.

Neither of them wanted to put it to words, since she’d have to put him on trial. Though, both of them should already be put on trial for attempted and successful patricide.

“Take off your Mist mask,” she commanded.

Axel puffed up his cheeks and popped them. He opened his mouth, shut it, and ran the hand on his chin up his face and through his hair.

As his fingers brushed past his mouth, she could see white fangs, the length of her pinky. When his palm passed over his eyes, the Mist mask cracked. His eyes glistened a brilliant gold, the white disappearing to huge irises. His ears vanished, replaced by a layer of smooth, oddly patterned black hair.

Once his hand ran over the top of his head, a different set of ears appeared: triangular and fur-tufted. They remained flat back on his head when he dropped his hand. She recognized that expression from Aurum and Argentum: ashamed. Although Axel could masterfully control the slight frown on his lips, those ears gave away everything he was feeling.

His fingers now had short white claws. Obsidian blades were latched onto his forearms, previously hidden by the Mist. Upon further examination, she realized his calves had an animalistic arch.

He looked even more exhausted now, like dropping the magic mask was more difficult than keeping it up. She could tell he was waiting to see if she’d kick him out of her room or call animal control. This guy clearly hadn’t seen enough of Frank.

Reyna wasn’t sure what to say. This definitely wasn’t what she had expected. She was surprised to find, despite the animalistic features, he still looked ruggedly handsome. Just a little like something that belonged on a monster hunting show.

Axel released a shaky laugh. “Chiich said jaguar babies were a symbol of good luck. The village elders all thought it was a sign of favor from the old rain gods when Nilley gave birth to me. Jaguars are prevalent in Mesoamerican culture and…” He glanced at his hands. “I haven’t had anyone who can give me direct answers. Some of the elders said it was a gift from the Gods of the Underworld. Others thought it was a rebirth of Xbalanque.”

He shrugged. “You once asked me if I was a demigod or a legacy. I’m neither, but I never had answers and… after what Hecate did to me, I was even less sure. I am descendent from the Mopan line of kings, but none of my siblings are like me. Ajax is a Greek demigod. My little sister is an Egyptian magician, my little brother is a Japanese monk, and Kouta was a North American shifter.”

Reyna must have ripped her dagger out and set it down when he took off his mask. Her hand felt empty. Again, the fact that there were other mythological creatures running around didn’t bother her, but…

“How many people know about this?” she asked.

Axel shook his head. “Other than my family? I think it’s just Kally, a few of my old recruits that are still alive, and several gods. I’m not sure who else was conscious last time I lost control of my Mist.”

Reyna felt herself laugh. She didn’t intend to. All this time, she had suspected Axel might be a reincarnation of Luke, or a vengeful Krios, or Kronos. Not some Mesoamerican cat-guy.

“No wonder Frank said you smelled weird,” she said finally.

He cracked a smile through his fangs. “I get that a lot. I’ve been told I drive nature spirits crazy. I’m glad it didn’t startle you, though you don’t strike me as the type to startle easy.”

Reyna quieted her laughter to a serious tone. “You’re not scary,” she informed him.

“I would hope not, for a praetor of Rome. Else your troops would be in a bit of a bind when they confront real monsters,” he said. He relaxed noticeably. Slowly, his ears perked up.

Reyna wondered how afraid he’d been of showing her his real features. Although she’d been hoping that would answer a lot of her questions, it only clustered a set of others.

Axel leaned his chin on his hand again, examining her face. “You can touch my ears if you want.”

Reyna raised an eyebrow at him. “Excuse me?”

He shrugged. “You’re staring at them.”

She had been staring, but it was hard not to. She was used to the homeless fawns that wandered around Camp Jupiter and other hybrids. She wasn’t used to seeing someone she thought was human sprout animalistic features. Well—Frank didn’t count. He fully turned into the animals.

Axel stood up. Now that his Mist mask was gone, she could see that the curve to his legs made him several inches taller. He must have been well over six feet. Aurum and Argentum watched him carefully as he stepped around the coffee table to kneel beside her and expose his ears: an act of submission and something that left a warrior completely vulnerable.

This was not how Reyna had expected this interrogation to go. She thought about his attempted patricide, about his previous loyalty to Kronos, and the way the Little Tiber tried to drown him.

When Aphrodite’s words drifted through her memory, Reyna felt her chest get heavy. “No demigod will heal your heart.”

No. Someone from Kronos’s army wasn’t someone she should get close to. And the warning on that note, something you know you desperately desire and don’t know that you already hate. What could that mean? She’d handled Jason’s and Percy’s rejections. They’d never really shown an interest. But Axel… he wasn’t a praetor of Rome. He wouldn’t make a logical or useful ally. He was just someone who had made her laugh with a circus performance and had helped her beat up the Ares Cabin last time she went to Camp Half-Blood.

Despite her wariness and reservations, Reyna reached out. She needed to know. The thought of not trying made her chest ache.

Axel’s ears twitched violently when her hand got near. He clenched his jaw. “That tickles,” he muttered as she felt the soft fur that intermixed with his coarse human hair. His ears stopped twitching when she settled her hand. Axel leaned into her touch.

“Do you have malicious intentions for New Rome?” she asked.

Axel shook his head under her hand. “No… not anymore. I just want Ajax and the others to be safe.”

Not anymore…

“If you pose any threat or slip up once, I’ll kill you,” she said.

Axel laughed softly. “I would expect no less. But you’d have to be able to kill me first.” He looked up at her. Although he still looked exhausted and sad, his eyes held the smallest gleam of playfulness. As he raised his chin, her hand fell from between his ears to touch the scars on his face.

You’re a praetor of New Rome, she reminded herself, and withdrew her hand.

Reyna stood and scowled at him.

“We have some of the best grief and PTSD counselors available here,” she said, making her voice as chilly as she could. “While we don’t normally serve those exterior to the legion, I can make an exception while you’re here, especially for Euna. We’ll make sure everyone is properly cared since you are guests, and we’ll get you on your way to Chiron as soon as possible. However—” She lifted her dagger and slipped it into its sheath with a snap. “—you will be carefully watched, especially you and your brother. If you step out of line, the senate will try and punish you accordingly.”

Axel sighed and his ears drooped back against his hairline. She was annoyed how much the sight upset her. It was like when Aurum or Argentum thought they’d done something wrong when she accidentally bumped into them.

He stood up beside her, rising to his full height and pulling his shoulders back as best he could. He was well over six feet tall without the Mist making him look shorter. For a moment, she thought he might collapse, but he managed to maintain his balance. Once up, he muttered a few words in Mayan, rubbing his face.

With each motion, the fangs, gold eyes, claws, and ears disappeared, replaced by dark eyes, human ears and normal teeth. Now that she knew what he actually looked like, the Mist mask blurred between his actual features and the illusion.

Once done, he stood at attention. “Thank you, Praetor. I hope to one day be able to pay you back for your kindness.”

They paused for what would have been a respectful amount of time for two leaders to recognize one another. Then Axel puffed up his cheeks and popped them. “Last time we met, we made a wager for a rematch,” he said. “I know the conditions aren’t ideal, but do you want to find out which one of us owes the other hot chocolate?”

“Are you going to fight one handed?” she asked, examining his shoulder.

“If it comes to it.”

Reyna debated internally for a moment. “Very well,” she said. “I train with some of the more impressive soldiers at five in the morning tomorrow. I don’t think anyone would complain if there was some new meat.”

“I’ll do my best not to disappoint.” He smiled and, for a brief flicker of broken Mist, she could see his ears perk up.

Reyna was more exhausted than pleased about how giddy the movement made her. She didn’t want Axel to make her giddy. This Mayan had done nothing to earn her trust, or the trust of New Rome. Until she found out what was actually happening between him, Phobetor, these other gods, and his friends, she couldn’t let herself do this.

However, judging by how much more he opened up when they were alone, maybe a date over some hot chocolate would be the fastest way to more answers.

[1] Yucatec Mayan for Grandmother. I’m sorry guys. There are a lot of dialects of Mayan, and until I can get back to Belize, you’re going to get a nasty bastardization of all of them for the Pax brothers. I expect all you Mayan speakers out there to yell at me for this :P

Thank you so much for reading! :D I hope you enjoyed! It’s weird having romance in this book... well, that isn’t comical and Pax-screwing-up-worthy. Or is it going to be...?

Also, @traitorthot, delivered as promised XD Just half a year later than we discussed!

#The Attrition of Peace #Traitors of Olympus #Fanfiction #PJO #HOO #Axel #Reyna #Raxel--augh no that doens't work #Axyna?#Axeriez?#I give up -.-

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red-crisis · 8 years ago

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Along the journey.

Defilicus was by no means small, nor afraid, now that she was back to health. She was a towering figure, especially for an unicorn, standing much taller than her usual kin, yet not quite rivalling the trees of the forest. Her frame was large as well, sturdy, muscular and combat trained. The pattern of her movements betrayed her experienced confidence as she treaded along a path she’d found. Her steps were heavy, as if she was carrying an invisible burden in addition to her usual gear.

Speaking of her gear, it was sparse, light to carry for the most parts, leather armour and whatnot. The most visible thing was the completely pitch black tome on her back, covered in patchwork of stitched together bits and pieces of leather. Running over and around the massive tome on her back, were equally massive chains, holding the tome in place. On her sides, barbed wires could be seen hanging limply, protruding from the body even. On her face, she wore a full mask of metal, covering whatever substituted for a face under it, leaving only the two ruby red eyes staring out at the world. She seemed to carry no weapons, except what seemed to be a part of her that was.

Going to the department of weaponry, she was certainly not under equipped to handle the occasional assailant. Her front legs ended in paws, which had extremely long, curved, and sharp claws that dug into the ground with her every step. Her second set of unnatural armaments were the fangs that certainly belonged to no naturally raised unicorn. However the horn was indeed natural, the cracks running along its surface indicating a history of heavy use.

The surrounding forest was near enough to a city of sorts, that she saw anyways. She herself was just passing around, avoiding anyone, or anything from the city itself. After all, with the looks she had, and if the illusions would fail, she’d have to run for days again. She hated such conflicts, but they were a reasonable consequence for her past actions, something she’d have to live with. The forest itself seemed nice, even if as usual littered with the townsfolk’s trashes. It was yet another cold night, with the usual moon and stars up on the skies, something akin to nostalgia almost entered her mind for a brief moment as she looked up.

She would halt her movements, not quite dropping into a combat stance, as she sensed a new presence nearby. Instead, she just awaited to see what would show up. It was something relatively new, probably. The weather being predictable cold was effective for the animals of the night to sneak about or prey upon the unexpected for their need for sustenance. The grass and the wind nearly complimented the movements and leaves bustling through the wind off of branches that could no longer hold those leaves, glinting from the moons grasp of light glimmer. From atop a branch and hanging upside down, the stallion was merely peering around, using his eyes to catch glimpses of any being who happened to be nearby and questioned himself about feeding tonight on either the occasional bunny, deer or even a commoner that happened to walk into the forests. After a brief moment he found he noticed a lone deer and he did as his predator instincts said, he hunted the poor thing down till he had its lifeless body beside him, feasting upon ti for it’s iron tasting blood, but to him it was like a fine wine. After words, his ears perked at the noise of movement and he felt it was too late, considering the movement paused and it was nearby, at least ten to fifteen feet nearby but the foliage kept the distance and making it difficult for things to be seen imminently. Once he he began to turn his head his crimson like eyes searched the area, passing a couple trees before he now caught sight of the mare, feeling his teeth clench, blood seeping past his teeth and fangs. Red began to prowl and he knew it wouldn’t do much considering the stranger was already in a stance that he read as something defensive. Once he was within speaking distance he spoke in a polite but in a foreboding manner. “Isn't it rude to spy upon others?”

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teenietots · 8 years ago

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Teenietot mod applications under the cut. Please read all applications carefully! Then, vote for your favourite 3!

Cindy. Mods Winniekids and Kidhearts discords. “Because I wish to be more active in chats, and generally be kind and a supportive carer to anyone who needs a person to talk to. I'm always there to lend an ear and helping hand!”

Rhys. Modded a kik chat. “i think i'm very nice and i am a carer and teenie! i do my best to help everyone but also know when i need to relax for my mental health. i'm also usually active !!”

Atlas. Owns a 200+ member discord and mods another. “Although I've recently joined this community, I'm very interested in being a part of it! I have a plethora of experience in modding and making sure servers run smoothly, so i wouldn't have to learn too much about that. I really like the vibe of this server and really want to help it grow!! :>”

Lykie. Previous modding experience in non age re communities. “I absolutely love helping people! I love helping people smile! I want to help everyone be happy!”

Mabel. Mods magicalregressors, kinzkids, Disney-kiddos, and discord mods a few others. “I should be a teenietot mod because over the past couple of months, I have taken a very personal interest in making sure all of the teenies are comfortable and happy. I try my very best to help everyone in any way I can and I would like to do that on a bigger scale. I love each and everyone one of the teenies and I want to help us move past the current problems.”

Kaida. Previous modding experience. “I try to do lots for the teenies in way of services and products and I’d like to help in even more ways!”

Kife. Mods several servers including a large one. “I really love helping out!!”

Bubbles. Modded kittytots. Currently runs a daycare discord and kin discord. “i really want to help out and try my best to make everyone feel safe, i have a ton of free time so i can be around pretty much all the time(still need sleep but you get the idea) i hope i can be of help♥”

Nabi. Runs a few small groups here and there. “I'm good at supporting others and giving advice, I'm available to help often and I care about every teenie!”

Bunny. Has previous modding experience. “I love love love Teenietots with all of my heart! It’s begun to feel like a second home to me; it’s there for me when no one else is, and I hope to be there for people just like Teenietots is for me!”

Blake. Has previous modding experience. “i love being involved in agere communities and i love being a part of teenietots! i love the diversity of the members and how everyone comes together despite our personal differences. i feel like i would add a different perspective to the collection of mods as both a minor and a person who regularly experiences predjudice, allowing me to better understand the needs of the teenies. along with this, my pms are always open if you need help with anything, you need someone to talk to, or you just want a friend. with mod experience under my belt as well as interacting with other mods to learn from them, i believe i would make a great addition to the mod team.”

Cinna. Previous mod at pridekids, and owned own community. “I’m active on both the teenietot discord and on tumblr, I’ve never been involved in any drama, and I know how to handle stressful situations in tactful, professional, and mature ways. I’ve been in the age regression community for ages and I would love the opportunity to show everyone that I can be a mod! 💖🌸 I don’t have any enemies here and I love every single Teenietot, and I would assure everyone is safe and happy here as a teenie!”

Ruby. “Teenietots make me genuinely happy and I honestly want to help out more in the community! It makes me feel safe and I want to make it feel safe for other people. I'm fairly active there too, and I have the free time to be messgaed for troubles or worries.”

Skylar. Modded for tinysquishies. “I’ve always rlly loved teenietots and enjoyed being a part of the community and it would be an honor to be a mod nd help out nd help care for the teenietots members and give back to the community for all the good it has brought me! Thank you so so so much for your time!!”

RJ. Teacher at teeniewitches, currently mods foreverchildren, infinitykids, and sickkiddos. “I would love to be a teenietot mod because I love caring for teenies! Everyone in the community is so wonderful and nice and makes me feel so loved that i would adore being able to repay them! whether it's through just little daily positivity messages, activities posted, being a mama for those that don't have one, and everything in between! i know i don't talk much right now, but i absolutely will if i become a mod! i wanna help! i would love to be a teacher, caretaker, listening ear, friend, and role model to everyone in the community! thank u! <3”

Spencer. Mods heavens cherubs and runs league cryptid. “I want to help make things better! I have been a mod for several chats outside of agere and I'm also currently a mood of heaven's cherubs. I would most definitely find a way to make league cryptid still work wonderfully!”

Subob. Lots of modding experience. Used to mod teenietots, another large active discord and a Minecraft server. Helped recreate Teenietots during the server move. “I'm friendly and fair at all times. I have buckets of experience and I work part time, meaning most of my free time would be spent on the Teenietots discord. I'm not the kind of person to get into arguments or anything. I never yell or lose my cool. I'd love to mod again, I made a huge mistake leaving.”

Luna. Has previous modding experience. “Because after everything that's happened as of late, I want to help take care of teenies and make sure they get through it alright. Even after this, I want to be more involved with the community and watch over everyone, and hopefully prevent something as stressful and scary as this from happening again.”

Will. Mods and sometimes does apps for the bigkiddos club discord. “I like to consider myself pretty objective and level headed, and I think I would be good at helping out around the discord when needed. Im able to rationally handle any issues that might come up as well.”

Oliver. Co-ran multiple Instagram accounts. “I'm always online! I'm completely unbiased and will not pick favorites! I love interacting with people and i am really in tune with myself and know how to weigh out situations well! I also am in school for social work, so interaction and psychology are parts of my personality! Thank you for looking over my application! (Ps all mods are wonderful and you all are doing wonderful)”

Keith. Admins a few servers and modded another. Took over running a server when previous owner stepped down. “This community means a lot to me, it has helped me meet so many other regression friends and made me feel like i had a place, ive always wanted to help out in the server but i just didnt know how, but lately ive found more confidence in talking in the server, i really love helping all the teenies and being a person that people can come too if they need someone to lean on”

Ashlynn. Modded teeniewitches, headed small witchies, and was mod and admin on several non age re servers. “I really love helping people out whenever I can. I always seek roles in modding because I tend to strive in that category. I take Critism well and I’m always willing to learn and adapt. In the servers I used to run and mod I always was trying to actively participate to make things fun and easy for everyone involved. Also, I just really love this community and all the people in it. I know that a lot of people are hurting right now and I want to be able to help any way I can for this to go back to the old community that was really an always growing positive place. Good luck to whoever gets the Position!!”

Aru. Has previous modding experience. “Because I am usually cool headed and logical, im not usually impulsive, i work well with others and wait for their opinion before making decisions, I care a lot about the things I mod and making sure it's a safe place for as many people as I can, and even though I don't talk very much in the server I love teenietots a lot.”

Bee. Has previous modding experience. “While I can’t be on 24/7 (I can be on mornings, evenings, and nights, and all day on my days off) and I know this might be why I may not get the role I have been here since May and have seen ups and downs, I have strided to make this community safe as the mods have as well. I love this community and would love to help it grow to the fullest of its potentional while keeping safety, rules, and happiness in mind aswell.”

Vermillion. “I wished to apply because I've never gotten a chance to become a mod before, at least from what I can remember, and it seems like fun. I think I will do a good job if someone shows me the ropes. I'll take care of the community, as other people before me have. That is all :3! I just joined today, so hardly anyone knows me, but I just wanted to seize the chance to become a cool person like the current mods are.”

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