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mavcriick · 1 year

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INTRODUCING...

☆ –– (tommy martinez, he/him, cis man) who is MAVERICK 'MAV' TORRES anyways ? ew. you don’t know about HIM, we’ll bet you want to. they’re feeling 28 and CREATING WEIRD FOOD COMBINATIONS feels like a perfect night to them. rumor has it they’re HYPER-FOCUSED and ODD because they care, but they’re also OPEN-MINDED and LAID-BACK in the best way. he works to make a little money as a PRO-HOCKEY PLAYER. they’ve rented on a place on cornelia street in the form of A BROWNSTONE. SEVEN ( muse b ) is the song they could dance to the beat of forevermore. (ooc info: ollie, 25, est, they/them, na. ) ©

HIGHLIGHTS

starting goalie with the new york r.angers but it wasn't the straightest path to get there ; laid-back, open-minded individual... if you catch him outside one of his daily routines ; reflexes like a cat ; lives up to the expectation that "goalies are weird" ; probably eating some disgusting sounding food combo in the kitchen right now.

HISTORY

— the youngest of three ( ariana the eldest now 35, michael the middle child now 31 ), maverick had the choice of what kind of youngest child he was going to be. spoiler : he was the well-behaved youngest sibling.

— born in lansing shortly after his parents' move from new mexico where michael was born —and before that, from venezuela— his parents were the type to chase opportunities. they lived in an apartment there for a little while, before moving out to a small town where his mother was able to get a position to utilize her large animal vet skills. his father, a translator, able to work from the comfort of their home and watch the children.

— they were ushered outside quite a bit, to give their father quiet to work, and in the winter this meant pond hockey with the neighborhood kids. and it is here where mav became a goalie, because everyone knows the youngest sibling is the goalie. — high school was fairly uneventful, with the usual ups and downs. by then, mav had long gotten to be a real goalie with midget and pee wee teams, continuing that love on his high school team. many of his teammates familiar faces.

— graduated high school. got drafted in the 5th round to minnesota. played a year in the ushl (muskegon) not too far from home before heading to brown university ( b.s. pyscholinguistics ). backstopped the bears for 4 full years, before heading off to the iowa wild ( minnesota's ahl affiliate ).

—played a rather mediocre season and a half with the iowa wild, before being traded to the new york r.angers as a piece in a much larger trade. mav wasn't the centerpiece of the trade, rather just an add on after not developing as quickly as the wild had hoped, and another goalie prospect quickly outshining him making him redundant. finished the season with the hartford wolfpack (nyr's ahl team )

— was back with the wolfpack come the next season, though his play saw some improvement, much more consistency and steadiness. he received a few call ups during the first half of the season when minor injuries plagued the tandem, finally receiving his first nhl win. but it was in the final stretch of the season that he was called up again to fill in due to a long-term injury to the starter.

— initially he was only supposed to be a back up, through the rest of the season and during playoffs. it was unlikely he would see much ice time once the regular season ended. he played a few good games in those last couple weeks.

— then playoffs came, and in the first round, he was put in after the other goalie was pulled due to letting in 4 goals in the first, and well — the media says that's truly the moment that mav stole the net and never gave it back.

— his coaches would say he had that potential the whole time, that it was only in the pressure of playoffs that all those great pieces and qualities he possessed to be a great goalie finally came together. the avs made a good run at the cup that year, in large due to consistency in net.

— next training camp, mav came to training camp with a renewed purpose, earning a spot on the team and eventually the starter position as well. mav has yet to give up his net, though he feels far from cemented in it. every training camp brings a new challenge. which brings us to present day...

TIMELINE

2023-24 season, age 28: rangers ( present day ) 2022-23 season, age 27 : rangers 2021-22 season, age 26 : rangers 2020-21 season, age 25 : up and down with the wolfpack, called up before playoffs, lead to a deep playoff run and cemented mav's potential 2019-20 season, age 24 : iowa wild, traded mid season to hartford wolfpack 2018-19 season, age 23 : iowa wild 2017-18 season, age 22 : senior @ brown 2016-17 season, age 21 : junior @ brown 2015-16 season, age 20 : sophomore @ brown 2014-15 season, age 19 : freshman @ brown ( providence, ri ) 2013-14 season, age 18 : ushl season ( muskegon ) 2012-13 season, age 17 : graduated from high school, drafted 5th round ( lansing, mi )

PRESENT DAY

— mav lives in new york during the season. he's usually less present in the summers, preferring to spend them in michigan ( #cottageseason ), but he's presently back in new york with the impending start of the 2023-24 season !! he first moved to new york ( and cornelia street, though he originally lived in a diff building, in the summer of 2021 ).

— currently lives in a lovely brownstone with his childhood best friend, myles, and probably has such an arrangement bc of myles. mav almost didn't get a nyc apartment before that first full year with the rangers, almost scared of getting bounced back and forth again, but ultimately decided even if he only spent part of the time in it, it would be worth it to have some home base rather than living out of a hotel room. but he did think that having a roommate would be a good idea : someone to keep an eye on the place while he was gone ( eg. if he got sent down again ). hence, the roommate ad. he never expected his childhood friend from well over a decade ago to reply, but hey, the universe has a funny way of working. that apartment probably was a bit too small for them, and midway through the season myles was already looking for better options. luckily, a beautiful brownstone in the same neighborhood became available. and that's where they live now having moved in the summer of 2022 !!

— frequents plenty of yoga and pilates classes. he thinks they're fun. will randomly show up for various events and things around the city. one of the many reasons he loves ny is that there's never a shortage of things to do.

— thrives on routine. wakes up at the same time every day, does a short yoga session, does some reflex exercises, wakes his eyes up, makes coffee, reads, eats breakfast. the world isn't going to fall apart if he doesn't do his routine, mav still has a rather level-head about things, the only exception is before games. do not interrupt him ( no matter what he claims to be true in interviews ).

— when not busy with hockey day-to-day mav loves to get out into the city. he participates in various volunteer opportunities from animal shelters to clean ups to helping with youth hockey camps. it's never a dull day.

PERSONALITY

— very laid-back generally. he doesn't like to take things too seriously, though he isn't total goof either. rather open-minded in that he'll try just about anything once ( especially food combinations ) before deciding if he likes it or not. bit of a steadying presence, the calm one in the middle of all the chaos. not much seems to phase him. quick to shake off negative commentary.

— that being said, if he's in the middle of the routine he's VERY hard pressed to break it. luckily, not too many people are awake in the morning to bother him, and his night routine is very simple ( and his game day routine is not currently an issue ). everything in the middle of the day though ?? free game.

— mav does have the tendency to get extremely focused on a single thing. he can get dialed into anything, be it a hockey game ( a very good thing ), cooking, reading, pretty much any task. once he puts his mind to something being done... it will be done. once got really into forging mushrooms.

— loves to figure out how things work : anything from physical objects to people to organizations.

— there are times when mav is thinking about something that he'll get very quiet and almost vacant. he's thinking. don't bother him. — somehow gives off the vibes of someone who has their life together and yet... incredibly boyish. — not reckless. thinks things through surprisingly thoroughly. — not always people's cup of tea, not just because of his odd tendencies, but because he also has an uncanny ability to read people. eyes a little too intense and a little too quiet, at times. chalk it up to his college degree, but mav has almost always been that way, reading people from their behavior and between what's said and not. perhaps that's what makes him a good goalie too.

— to quote lexi brown: "i promise you, the weirdest person on the team is in that net (talking to their posts)"

APPEARANCE

— 6'4", muscular, surprisingly solid for a goalie — jaw length hair, either no facial hair or mild scruff, except during playoffs ofc — style : sweaters, button down, fitted t-shirts, anything soft looking, any color any print esp if it's fun. dark washed / gray / charcoal straight cut jeans or pants, sneakers, chelsea boots. runs quite warm and always seems slightly under-dressed for the weather. — quirks : an ability to look incredibly intense at times especially when he's focused on something, plays with a stress ball ( either using it as intended or tosses it up and down ), does crazy eye exercises sometimes out of the blue, if he's deeply focused he needs to be poked first to get his attention

MISC

— extremely good reflexes. mav can catch just about anything thrown at him no matter what. they're something he needs to keep sharp and one of the most important things he needs to ensure he trains during this long period off from hockey. juggles, regular or with the half dozen off a wall. — loves wacky food combinations. snacks on basically anything as long as it's edible. will regularly make combinations bc he was craving a bunch of different things and "it was more efficient to put them together." thus, the opposite of a picky eater. ( a black hole ?? ) — that being said he is a fairly good cook. knows a lot of family recipes: arepas, corn cakes, chicken soup, rice dishes, coconut desserts, milk cakes, etc. loves genuine spicy hot chocolate. — loves yoga and pilates. flexibility is very important. — constantly jokes that he's a goalie and therefore can't skate very well. — speaks spanish, russian, german, and english — fluent in all, enjoys reading books in their original languages. has somewhat suspect acquisition of korean and mandarin — he's working on it. considers language acquisition one of his hobbies. major was psycholinguistics in college. finds it fascinating how language influences behavior and culture. — definitely a plant dad to many low-maintenance plants — loves a fun block/rooftop party. — "goalies are weird" saying = mav. definitely the type with a very very specific and weird pre-game routine / rituals that simply must be done. always doing some weird shit probably. — has a really good goalie death glare — big proponent of public transit. will take it when given the choice. — does not expect to be recognized most of the time as the rangers' goalie and is always very surprised when he is. similarly, does not always recognize "famous" people. his consumption of media is very skewed and often not focused toward popular media or tabloid type sources. — enjoys sitting on things that were not really made to be sat on : counters, tables, the arms of chairs, the top of his net, etc. — his intro also could have went "assembling ikea furniture feels like a perfect night to them" — can, will, and has slept anywhere — yes his parents are top gun fans hahahah

OOC

hello everyone. it's ollie ( 21+, est, they/them) !! who doesn't love a weird goalie, right ?? please don't hesitate to reach out to me on discord if mav piqued your interest or if you have any ideas !!

#cornelia.intro

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yuisdad · 1 year

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A thing for DL lovers is that any gay love between the male characters would be...The Sakamaki and Mukami are siblings, just as Kino is also related to them, and Carla and Shin actually have the closest thing to a noble goal of saving their species from extinction. So yeah...They are already messed up enough like this, plus, why would anyone try to make the most heterosexually appealing type of media. Why ?

Also, the guys in the show are trash, and maybe, them being gay would take them out of the gene pool, which would maybe be the only justification, because otherwise, they never express any desire for same sex attraction, with the exeption of Laito, who's more into "anything that moves", but still seem to prefer women.

I don't think the DL love interests being gay wouldn't solve the issues I have with the series lol. DL, to me at least, is one of the straightest pieces of media I've come across, and that's mostly how they depict most of the relationships. I know the fandom has an LGBTQIA+ following obviously, but when you look at the LGBT+ ships, they're pretty bad when you consider how awful they treat each other for the most part. For example, I seriously don't know why Cordelia x Beatrix is a thing when you look at how they canonically treat each other.

#diabolik lovers #dl #dl critical

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harryandhishook · 5 years

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Thanksgiving Secrets

Fandom: Dream Daddy

Pairing: Background Hugo x Damien

Setting: Maple Bay

Warning: Erm … Coming out? Swearing? I have no idea

Summary: After going to College, Lucien is invited for Thanksgiving with his Dad, Hugo and Ernest, however, Ernest hasn’t been his normal self and some secrets are revealed

Words: 4059

Requested: Nope, I wrote this last November in a book on a coach coming back from Walk Disney World Florida

Side note: Before I give my apologies, I AM A TRANS MAN, if anything in here sounds off or doesn’t sound like how you expect a coming out story is, just remember, everyone’s coming out story is different and I tried to do this the best I can.

Also I am so so sorry, I know I haven’t uploaded in ages and I know there is no excuse but University is a bitch, my mental health is not good and my Grandmother (Who raised me) is pushing me to my limit and I’m so close to cutting contact with her. Sorry to unload all that to you but I’m trying my hardest to keep myself together and not just quit everything.

Here, have a cute Gif of Damien stroking a cat :) And sorry for any errors in the writing, it’s long and I still don’t have anyone to read my stuff over for me :(

Growing up wasn’t as bad as people thought it was, it just … sucked. When people aged, they found their soulmates, got jobs, leave to see the world, people grow up in body and mind.

It was around the time that Lucien was in his final year of Highschool when his Dad and Hugo finally confessed their feelings to each other and became a thing, Ernest was still young and very much acting out.

Lucien was the quickest to accept it, he was a little hesitant at first seeing as it was just him and Damien through his entire life and his Dad wasn’t exactly a stereotypical person, he may not act like it but when it comes to his Father, he is crazy protective over him and well, he didn’t want to let him get hurt, however, over time, he realised just how much the two Cul-De-Sac Fathers loved each other.

Ernest on the other hand, he couldn’t bring himself to accept the fact that his Father was dating, he couldn’t accept that he could one day have a Stepbrother, he just couldn’t accept any of it. The boy did everything to try and stop it, he acted out even more than usual, tried to split them up, he did whatever he could think of but no matter what, Damien would always treat him like he was his own son.

Now, a few years down the line, Lucien decided to prove every one of his disapproving teachers wrong and leave for College, all the while Ernest was stuck in his final year of Highschool, now, the pyromaniac delinquent was still one of his biggest features, something he was still well known as but the young Vega boy was actually a lot calmer than before and actually tried his hardest to settle down.

Damien and Hugo knew that Ernest never really had much of a problem with telling someone, even if it was through anger, how he felt and both Fathers had come to think that maybe the boy had completely reformed himself, figuring himself out, growing up from the mischievous boy they had watch destroy himself with hate and they both hoped that the boy would stay that way.

This year, the family decided to host Thanksgiving together, Lucien agreeing to travel down and stay for two weeks with them all while Damien tried to get as much time as he could from work for his Son. Luckily for Hugo and Ernest, the school boiler had decided to explode quite abruptly, leaving almost the entirety of the upper school, Hugo and Ernest area, flooded, giving them both the opportunity to stay at home for longer.

The day Lucien arrived home, he two Dad decided to meet him at the bus station, they had asked Ernest who had politely refused which was not much of a surprise to them, he barely left his room recently, he didn’t say why but they expected it may have possibly been school work.

When they had arrived at the station and greeted Lucien very happily, they had both shrugged off his question of, ‘where’s the brat?’, stating that he was busy and found it difficult to put his stuff down, not wanting him to worry too much when he had only just got there.

When Lucien got to the house, he was more than happy to wave at all his old neighbours with a wide smile on his face, anyone from a mile away could tell he had missed Maple Bay. It took almost an hour before the emo was able to walk through the door, not only did he need help with bags, his neighbours that he had waved to, mainly Mary, Joseph and Brian, had taken it upon themselves to bombard him with questions … okay, mainly Joseph and Brian, Mary was just happy to see the little monster again.

Finally, Lucien was in the clear, bags in the hall, coat and shoes off, placed neatly in their respective places while Damien rushed off to make them all something special to eat that night. The bo-young adult moved through his old home without so much as looking where he was going, all perfectly memorised until he reached the room that he never really needed to go into, the room that was never used into recently, Ernest’s room.

With a soft knock, Lucien waited, he knew that even with Ernest being older and probably not bothered by the emos presence, he still needed privacy,

“Who is it?” came a quiet and tired sounding voice, to anyone outside of the family, they would have thought someone else had spoken but Lucien could recognise the little shits voice better than anyone,

“Oi, dickhead, you gonna open up for your favourite brother or not?” Lucien playfully replied, hoping his usual attitude and joking ways could coax Ernest out of his little hiding mood. It took a few moments but soon enough, the door creaked open, revealing a tired looking and very messy looking Ernest, his hair was a mess, his clothes looked like they hadn’t seen a washing machine in years from how crumpled and wrinkly they were and finally, even if the boy thought no one could see, Lucien wasn’t so easily fooled as to not see the dried tears staining his cheeks,

“Ernest, man, what happened?” the emo asked, pushing them both into the room so he could block out everyone else once the door was shut, “You look like shit, when was the last time you had a shower? What the hell happened to you dude?” he asked, well, more demanded to know as he continued to push the younger boy into the room, sitting him on the bed before shuffling around the piles of clothes and trash, picking up the laundry to move out into the hamper before picking up every single piece of rubbish and crap left on the floor,

“Nothings wrong, Luce, I’m fine, I’ve just been busy, you know how it is, final year of school and all that” Ernest protested, trying his hardest to sound normal but failing miserably to convince his best friend and brother,

“Yeah, bullshit, if you’re so busy with work then I’m the straightest man alive, you’re lies ain’t gonna work on me so either you tell me what’s going on or have a shower, you smell like death so pick one or the other” Lucien demanded sternly, giving him a pretty simple choice, now to see if Ernest would actually pick one.

Luck would have it, Ernest grumpily rolled himself from the bed and made his way begrudgingly to the bathroom that was opposite the boys room, causing the emo to smile in relief.

As the sound f the shower filled the hall and the grumbles of annoyance hit the older siblings ears, Lucien made his way downstairs, large bag of trash in one hand and the hamper in the other. The little chore was meant to go smoothly … if his dads weren’t being stupidly lovey dovey in he kitchen, at least he got to see both adults become exceedingly embarrassed at being caught, however, that changed to shock when they spotted that the rebellious emo they had grown to love was cleaning in the first few minutes of staying in the house,

“It’s not what it looks like, Ernests room was a mess so I cleaned his room while he’s taking a well needed shower” Lucien explained as he put the bag of trash by the back door, “O know there is something wrong with him and I’m going to try get it out of him … whether he likes it or not” the boy stated as he moved into the adjacent room to start the new load of laundry, he was so busy he hadn’t even noticed his parents enter the room after him,

“My darling, we didn’t want you to worry, Ernest has been acting quite peculiar as of late, normally we can easily piece together his dilemma but … as you saw, he hasn’t left his room in quite some time” Damien explained as they stood in the doorway, watching the emo boy start the washer before turning to look at the two men, he was about to speak when Hugo interrupted him,

“I don’t want to lose Ernest, not when I’ve just managed to get him to call me dad again” the eldest Vega whispered, sighing as the Victorian beside him gently laced their fingers together, “Lucien please try and get him to open up to us” years ago, Lucien would tell his parents to do it themselves but from the looks on his dads faces, it was out of their hands and unsurprisingly up to him,

“Fine but only because I love you both” the emo chuckled, walking in between them to escape the little room, “Anyway, who can resist my puppy dog eyes” Lucien smirked before pointing at Damien, “and one of Dads famous movie pamper nights” he finished as he vanished back upstairs,

“Damien, what is he talking about?” the teacher asked, absolutely confused but also very intrigued. Hugo turned his gaze to the side only to come face to face with a very ecstatic man next to him,

“It’s been so long, I will need many supplies, first, I’ll need to find a good movie, maybe comedy, oh how this brings back so many memories” the Victorian man rambled as he scurried about the rooms, writing a very long list, “this will surely help Ernest, why did I not think of this” he muttered before handing the list to the other man in the room, “I will need you to run to Walmart for all these things, also get some of those pizza rolls that Ernest loves so much, thank you” he instructed before also disappearing off upstairs, leaving a baffled Hugo still stood in the laundry room now holding a long list of junk food … way too much junk food.

Nightfall came, the living room had been transformed into what looked like a teenage girls slumber party; junk food, movies, nail kits, make up, face masks, everything a slumber party needed.

Hugo had been told he could enter if and only if he let someone do one little bit of pampering on him, to which the teacher quickly excused himself with the explanation of ‘papers to complete’, leaving Damien to sit in his very baggy and very comfortable … okay, maybe not his clothes but the wrestling shirts he ‘borrowed’ from Hugo looked so cute on him. Lucien sat beside him in some of his least emo pyjamas anyone had ever seen on the boy since they were covered in Mickey Mouse heads but who’s judging.

Soon, once the room was competed, Lucien hurried upstairs, knocking gently on the large door of Ernest's room to get his attention,

“Bitch, I need you to do two things, one, find some comfy clothes and two, come downstairs” the emo shouted through the door before waiting for a response which amazingly didn’t take as long as the door opened to reveal a grouchy looking mess,

“What are you trying to do, Goth?” Ernest mumbled, obviously trying to joke around even thought Lucien could tell he felt like absolute shit,

“It’s emo and I’m not trying to do anything, all I want to do is to try and help you feel better” Lucien explained before realising he was just going to have to reveal what was downstairs, “Me and Dad were talking and I found out that you like to sit and talk to him so, me, you and my Dad are going to sit downstairs, eat junk food and watch movies … sound good?” he asked, hoping it was going to work.

Lucien realised it definitely did when Ernest held up a single finger, closing the door in the emos face before appearing once again moments later in very baggy yet comfortable clothing,

“Well then, come on, I don’t have all day” Ernest grumbled, a small smile gracing his exhausted face as he obviously tried to crack another joke with his stepbrother. Slowly, he made his way down the grand staircase to the living room where Damien was waiting happily,

“Ernest, my dead, come sit” he said giddily, patting the stack of pillows and duvets beside him, allowing Ernest enough space to sit comfortably as he pressed play on the movie, one of Ernest's and Damien's guilty pleasures, Descendants,

“Descendants, junk food and being lazy … you trying to butter me up, pops?” Ernest chuckled weakly as he sat down, getting himself comfortable between his family, he knew exactly what they were doing for him but maybe a little treat wouldn’t be too bad to indulge in.

A few hours, three descendants films and a lot of pampering later, the three of them were laid back, heads rested against the sofa as they spoke, Lucien's nails were drying, Damien had a face mask on and Ernest was staring, his ears were almost deaf to the world around him as the other two people in the room chatted away but he couldn’t bring himself to look away and join in, his gaze couldn’t move from the one thing in the room that haven’t been touched, the make-up. The young boy was silent, burning holes into the bag of brushes and surprises, until,

“Pops…” A meek whisper but was caught by the man it was directed to, causing the two to stop talking and sit up, removing the cucumbers from over his eyes,

“Yes my dear?” Damien asked as he watched the young boy slowly turn his gaze over to his,

“I’ve heard that … well, some girls at my school have said that …” the boy stuttered, trying to think of the best way to describe his strange request but he couldn’t, making the boy sigh and ask, “Can it feel good to put on make-up?” he finally asked, trying not to make eye contact.

Damien's eyes widened a little, out of everything he had prepared himself to answer, that wasn’t one of them,

“Well, it can, especially the brushes, the make-up itself can feel strange though” Damien answered before reaching over to the table the bag was laid, bring it over to them.

Ernest sat silently, watching him reach inside and pull out a large fluffy brush, leaning over and carefully sliding it across the boys cheek, earning a soft sigh of joy,

“Would you like me to put some on you?” the Victorian man asked as he rummaged through the seemingly bigger on the inside bag, revealing a few different contraptions and what looked like small torture devices. With a small, timid nod, the young Vega answered,

“Y-Yes please … if it’s not too weird” Ernest whispered, shuffling closer to Damien, all the while, Lucien watched with a happy smile, he knew this is exactly what his brother needed, maybe not just to relax but it was a relief to watch Ernest finally calm,

“Let’s get started then and don’t worry dear, I have the perfect colours for you … I may have possibly convinced your Father to do this once too” Damien chuckled softly, reminiscing as he grabbed the correct pieces he needed. Ernest closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he felt a cool liquid and soft brush move over his skin.

A while later and make-up flung everywhere, Damien sat back to admire his work as Ernest scrunched his face a little to get used to this new and very strange feeling of stuff covering his face,

“You look absolutely darling, it suits you” the Victorian said as he started to tidy the make-up away just as the grandfather clock behind then chimed midnight, “Oh dear, it is quite late and I need to start preparing food tomorrow, well, I guess I best wash this stuff off of my face and retire to bed, you boys can stay up a little longer if you wish, as long as you don’t make too much noise” Damien said as he slowly stood, stretching himself out before kissing both boys on the top of their heads, bidding them a good night.

Lucien continued to watch his Father head upstairs to his room before turning back to Ernest once he was no longer in sight but stopped at the scene before him,

“Ernest? What wrong?” he asked concerned, in front of him was Ernest, a boy well known for setting fire to the bushes outside his Fathers home, holding a mirror and sobbing into his hand, “Ernest, it’s okay, you can talk to me, what happening to you?”

As Ernest turned his head to look at the boy beside him, Lucien noticed the slight little wrinkles on the edge of his eyes, the same wrinkles his own Father got, which was all he needed to know exactly what was going through his brothers head and no matter what, he was going to show him just how much he still loved him through it all.

A few days went by, Lucien and Ernest had barely been in the house which, even if they wouldn’t admit it out loud, made both parents happy but also quite concerned for their sons whenever Lucien shrugged them off with quick reassurance of, ‘They’ll tell you on Thanksgiving, don’t worry dads’, before quickly running which wasn’t what the two men were hoping to hear but it seemed to ease both their minds for a while, at least until Hugo restarted his usual pacing around the kitchen as Damien cooked.

The night came quickly, Thanksgiving, the food was almost complete, the house smelt of perfectly roasted vegetables and mouth-watering deserts, the table decorated to Damien's specifications while Hugo was banished to sit and wait at the table, only problem was, two people were still missing, however, not too far away as just upstairs behind a single locked door were their pair of siblings, whispering cautiously,

“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea” the young Vega questioned, obviously having a few seconds thought as they allowed Lucien to work his magic,

“It is a good idea … look, Dad and Pops aren’t going to hate you, they never could, they love you too much and anyway, I think your forgetting one vital thing and probably one of the biggest elephants in this house” Lucius argued, brushing through his siblings now unknotted hair, trying and praying to whatever deity out there to get it to style as the other sat quietly,

“And what’s that exactly?” they asked, watching in the mirror cautiously as Lucien spoke up with a soft chuckle,

“Damien” he placed the brush down as he expertly braided the surprisingly long hair in front of him and for the first time in months, the youngest Vega laughed,

Not too long later, Dinner was called, Hugo and Damien waited patiently in their respective seats just as footsteps descended the stairs but only a single pair of footsteps approaching the dining room. Both men turned curiously to see Lucien standing in the doorway but no one else,

“Lucien, where’s Ernest?” Hugo asked, seemingly becoming annoyed as well as worried over the whereabouts of his son,

“About that…” Lucien started, turning his gaze into the hall for a moment before quickly moving back to the stares of his parents, “Ernest won’t be joining us tonight … or ever again …” the young emo explained, quickly realising a long pause wouldn’t be the best option as he quickly stopped either one of his Fathers could protest, stepping further into the room, “Because someone new will be taking Ernest's place” just as he finished speaking, a tall figure walked into the room beside him, a long, tight fitting, pale orange cocktail dress swept the floor behind the person as their long braided hair lay over a single exposed shoulder.

The light of the room hit the persons face, capturing the perfectly applied make-up that sculpted their features beautifully and it was then they realised,

“Ernest?” they both asked, quite bewildered, watching the young Vega nervousness build up which did not go unnoticed by Lucien,

“Actually, may I introduce our newest addition to the Vega-Bloodmarch Family, Emily, Emily Dickinson Vega, my sister” he announced, wrapping a supportive arm around his sibling to give them some encouragement, “If it’s okay with her Fathers, she would very much like to join us for dinner?” Lucien asked softly, smile on his face as he waited for their parent’s reactions.

Unsurprising to Lucien, Damien was the first to move, wasting no time in in pushing his chair out from under himself to embrace his daughter,

“Oh, my dear, of course you can join us for dinner and for any other meals you want to” he whispered through tears he didn’t even know were running down his face, “now I understand the make-up, I’m sorry I didn’t see the signs sooner, I never wanted you to feel scared to be who you are” he whispered, the scene in the Bloodmarch home was one to remember when Emily wrapped her arms around his step-father, holding onto him as if their lives depended on it, however, there was still only one other person they needed to complete this little family moment, Hugo.

Everyone slowly turned their heads to see the larger man carefully rising from his seat, moving around the ornate furniture to move closer to where his child stood, arms back by her side as she stood tall and strong,

“Dad, I know this is sudden but I’ve been hiding for so long, I didn’t know who I was but I saw Damien doing so many things that made me think, he showed me how happy he was, I saw the life of someone who was truly happy, all this” she gestured to herself as she continued, “made me realize who I really am and I’m sorry for not being able to tell you sooner … I know I ruined your life for years with all the stupid shit I did but all the stupid thoughts in my head, I was scared, alone, I-“ her rambling was cut short when a pair of quite muscular arms pulled her forward and into a tight but comforting embrace,

“You are my child, my flesh and blood, you are everything to me and I love you, never forget that, no matter who you are, you are a Vega” he reassured, whispering just loud enough for Damien and Lucien to hear the loving exchange of words as they both smiled proudly.

Soon enough, two smaller arms snaked their way around Hugo as a small sob echoed in the large room causing any existing space in the embrace to disappear as it tightened,

“I was so scared you would hate me, I was meant to be your son, the man of the hous-“ her hurtful words were stopped as she was carefully pushed backwards, a hand laid gently on her cheek, forcing her to blurrily look up at a smiling Hugo,

“You have always been my daughter, even if we didn’t know that until now, you were and always will be my baby girl” he explained, his voice soothing any doubt the young Vega had before the wrestling nerd added just one more sentence, “And I think being married to Damien is an automatic law that I accept whatever part of the LGBT you realise you’re apart of … I think I’d be a bit hypocritical if I didn’t accept you as my daughter” the taller man finished and after a few moments of silence, the room filled with giggles from the man in question,

“Your Fathers right” Damien managed to say through soft giggles, “Excuse my French but … I’d kick his ass if he didn’t” he smirked before quickly pushing the three of them towards the table, “Now, if you children, yes, I’m also talking about you too Hugo, don’t get to the table to eat, the food will go cold and I’ll lock the refrigerator as punishment” the Victorian man threatened as the Family rolled their eyes but obediently followed his orders, spending the rest of the night laughing, talking and finally, for the first time in a while, being a family.

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likeshipsonthesea · 6 years

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can i make a klave request for 76? i love your work, btw!

from this list 76. “You’re so weird.” “You have no idea.” I modified it a little for soldier talk, hope you don’t mind. enjoy!

“I need two,” Klaus tells Fitz when he gets to the front of the chow line.

Fitz raises his eyebrows, unamused. “You know the rules, Hargreeves. One ration per soldier.” Klaus flutters his eyelashes, which makes Fitz snort but doesn’t soften the hard set to his jaw. Klaus sighs.

“Fitzy, baby, I’m gonna level with you. I need a second ration, and I’ll tell you why, I’ve done and got myself the shits. Real bad ones. Just, like, fuckin’ geyser shits, but I don’t need to tell you, I’m sure.” Klaus gives him a wink. “So you and I know both know that I gotta eat double to keep something in my body or who knows what could happen. What am I gonna do when I’m out there shitting my guts out and Charlie comes up outta no where to kill me? Now, I’m sure you don’t want me scrambling to get my pants up and gun out with the only the strength of a barren empty stomach to support me, now do you?”

Fitz blinks for a few moments before shaking his head with a sigh. “You’re are so fucking weird, Hargreeves,” he says, filling up a second plate.

Klaus grins, taking it. “You have no idea,” he says, turning and swinging his hips away.

Fitz chuckles. “Say hi to Katz for me.”

“If I had a free hand I’d flip you off!” Klaus yells over his shoulder but he doesn’t mean it. Fitz is of a good sort, as far as the platoon goes. Klaus doesn’t think he knows, but he doesn’t think Fitz would go out of his way to say anything if he did. That’s about the best they can hope for, out here.

“Hey baby,” Klaus purrs, pushing into the tent with the rations. Dave sits up from where he was napping, resting his ankle after hitting it funny on the trek here. “Got you some chow.”

“Aw, canned ham and crackers, my favorite.” Dave smiles, taking the plate. “You’re too good to me.”

“It’s only ‘cause you put out,” Klaus says around a mouthful of crackers and Dave shakes his head, still smiling.

They don’t talk much as they eat. It’s habit, even if they’re far from any enemy territory. Klaus munches on the stale crackers and thinks about Fitz, and the rest of the company along with it.

It’s weird to fight for the lives of people that might turn on him if they ever knew who he loved. Fitz is really an exception to the rule, and though it’s an open secret amongst the platoon that Klaus and Dave are close, implying anything beyond friendship is always meant as a jeer. Even Klaus, with his eyeliner and sashaying and calling everyone and their mother “baby,” still gets roped into the nights when they reminisce about girls back home. The guys still think– refuse not to think– that Klaus and Dave are straight as they shoot.

It makes Klaus think about back home. Not that the Academy was ever home. But he worked alongside his siblings and he still isn’t sure if all of them are okay with his inclinations. He assumes Allison must be, working in Hollywood and all, and Vanya is definitely repressing something under all those button-ups and undiagnosed neurosis.

He knows Ben doesn’t care, at least not more than he cares about not seeing what Klaus gets up to. “I don’t need to see this,” he’ll whine or, more lately, sigh, and drift off to wherever he goes when he isn’t haunting Klaus. He acts as if Klaus never gives a warning, like there isn’t build-up before the actual dicks come out. Though, to be fair, there’ve been many a drug deal that went down downtown, if you catch his drift, so possibly Ben had a point.

Klaus thinks Luther is too repressed to even know what a dick is and Diego might be the straightest person Klaus has ever met– come on, the knives are most definitely compensating for something only someone giving it would worry that much about. Neither of them screams “ally.”

There is Five, though. Klaus wonders. Anyone who hits a Diamond Anniversary with a damned piece of plastic is in no place to judge, but Klaus doesn’t know. He wonders what Five would think, though. Think of Dave.

A foot nudges Klaus’ knee and he looks up. Dave is smiling. He’s always smiling. Typically it would irritate Klaus, someone smiling all the time, but knowing what Dave goes through here, what he sacrifices just to be able to smile, it feels so much more than the empty victories Klaus is used to, in smiles.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Dave says, and Klaus is almost positive that the phrase is out of date, even for today’s date, but it’s so perfectly Dave, so sweet and genuine and– fuck, Klaus is so gone for him.

“Wondering what my family would think of you,” Klaus says, because he doesn’t know how to lie to Dave and doesn’t have any inclination to start. It’s weird, but in the good way. Like pedicures or wax figurines.

“Oh? And what seems to be the verdict?”

Klaus thinks about it. “Luther would be confused by you.” He glances at Dave’s body. “Intimidated, maybe. He doesn’t know what to do with people who aren’t more broken than him.” Dave frowns slightly, so Klaus adds a nice thing. “I think he’d make you laugh, and I think he’d like that.”

Smiling again. Score.

“Diego might pull the protective older brother thing because he likes that kind of stuff. He might threaten you with a knife, we don’t know.” Klaus shrugs and Dave shakes his head. “You’d be too earnest for it, though, and he’d give up and probably make you talk about sports. Ugh. Men things.”

“You’re a man,” Dave says, giggling a little the way he always does when Klaus is being ridiculous.

Klaus waves a hand. “Semantics. Moving on.” Dave chuckles and Klaus smothers his own smile by talking. “Allison would see how drop dead gorgeous you are and congratulate me on the spot.” Dave flushes but doesn’t comment. Klaus goes soft, looking at him. “She’d also like how kind you are, I think. She’s always liked that stuff. Vanya, too. She’d talk music with you I think. You’re both huge nerds for that.

“Ben would love you for much the same, he’s a huge nerd too.” Klaus curls his hand around Dave’s unhurt ankle. “He’d like how much you love me. And how much I love you.”

Dave presses his toes into Klaus hip, smile warm like the first rays of sun after days of rain. “My folks wouldn’t know what to do with you,” he says but it isn’t harsh. “I think they’d like you for how good you are for me. They always said I was too quiet and such, needed someone to balance me out.”

“Well I damn well tip the scales,” Klaus preens, fluttering his eyelashes at Dave, who laughs, again.

“Sometimes you’re almost too much to hold,” Dave says, so damn earnest and heart pounding and Klaus can’t help himself, daylight be damned, he leans in to press his mouth to Dave’s smile, and they keep at it, slow and too much, for minutes longer than they should, but Klaus doesn’t care one bit.

They settle into sleep a mere hour later, needing to be up bright and early to keep moving. It’s cold at nights, always is, so they huddle together for warm, Dave the little spoon because Klaus got to be it last time.

With his cheek pressed to Dave’s shoulderblade, Klaus thinks about Five, inexplicably. How would he react to Dave? Assuming he isn’t a bigot, assuming he cares at all, would he like Dave?

They had so little time together, but that’s not it because the rest of the house dispersed within years of Five’s disappearance. The only thing Klaus can base his other assumptions on is who his siblings became later. He never got to see that with Five.

He suddenly, achingly, wants to. He wants to see Five grow up, see who he is beyond the impending apocalypse. Is he funny? He was funny as a kid, Klaus remembers. The dry kind of wit. He’d say something and have Klaus in stitches while the rest of the group hadn’t caught on to the joke. He’d been a condescending asshole, yeah, but he shared some of his cooler facts with the rest of them.

Klaus remembers mentioning once, halfway into a panic attack or something, that he couldn’t tell if he was awake sometimes because the ghosts haunted his dreams. Within days, Five had read several books on the subject of nightmares and, offhandedly, unimportantly, dropped tips on telling the difference between dreams and reality when he was around Klaus. Klaus wouldn’t have known, but he’d been looking for his mask one day and found a whole stack of books, and Five shooed him out of his room yelling, but Klaus had known.

He’d found out Five’s biggest secret: he cared.

Klaus’ chest clenches thinking back to it. Five had spent decades trying to get back to them to fix the apocalypse. To save them. Klaus couldn’t figure out why, thinking on it, because they were all seven shades of fucked up, but maybe they weren’t, when Five left.

There’d been a time when they were as close to a family as Dad– Reginald had let them be. Sneaking out to play after dinner, sharing comics and inside jokes, fighting over the bathrooms and defending each other from the world. Five had left them a family and come back to find them fractured.

Klaus always thought they were strangers who grew up in a house together, but they hadn’t been strangers, really, until after they’d left. After they’d stopped trying. After there’d been something else to hold onto aside from each other.

Five never had that. Neither had Luther, come to think of it, and Ben only had it tangentially. None of them grew up, and the rest of them grew– wrong.

For a moment, clinging to Dave’s sleepless form and shivering despite the sleeping bags he’s cocooned in, Klaus wants desperately to go back. Go back to a time before they all gave up, before it got too hard. Grab on to each other instead of let go, help each other.

Maybe it’s being in the marines, having Dave and Fitz and all the other guys, but Klaus finally knows what being on a team can mean. What it can be.

“You okay?” Dave mumbles, mostly asleep. Klaus nods against his back. “Go to sleep, matok.”

Klaus squeezes closer. No use wondering over the past now– or the future, or whatever it is. Klaus is here, with Dave, and that’s what matters now. Klaus doesn’t have to wonder if Dave loves him or wants him or any of that. He knows the answer, and the comfort in that is worth more than anything his siblings could give him.

Klaus presses his lips against Dave’s shoulder and quickly falls asleep.

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Let the Past die. XVIII

Zombie Apocalypse AU

Kylo x Reader (+ Solo siblings)

Words: +2.700

Warnings: Angst!

AN: Okay my Lovelies! We made it to chapter 18 which means just 3 more chapters to go! Yes your ‘heard’ right! With Chapter 21 this story will be finished. And I will have time for other storys, so i want your guyses opinion! I have a series with Kylo planned which will be playing in the 19th hundreds and a special one shot, or would you like me writing for other Characters as well? Just let me know!♥

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Chapter 18 - The General

The ice cold water was pressing the air our of the air lungs and they could feel each others fingers slip from their hands.

Trying to grab each other again, they needed to fight against the waves and their air was getting dangerously low.

Opening her eyes, Y/N tried to orient herself in this spin of dark and light. Quickly swimming towards the white hues in the waved, she could soon feel the air fill her lungs again.

“Kylo?!” for a moment she could see his mop of hair engage from the water before he got pushed down by another wave. Trying to dive in his directions she got hit by a piece of wood. The pain making her shut her eyes before Y/N felt a hand around her wrist. Getting pulled up she looked into Kylos brown eyes who seemed more then relieved until he looked up again.

“Shit.” pulling her quickly close against his chest, he turned them both around before his back collided with a big rock, which made a horrible cracking sound and he growled in pain.

“Kylo?” she asked whimpering and shivering from the cold water.

“I think my arm is broken...” he spoke through gritted teeth.

“I will get us out.” trying to climb next to him to take the pressure of her body off of Kylo.

Pushing herself of the rook, she could feel the ground under her feet. Taking the rope from her backpack, she quickly tied it around Kylos waist.

“The shore is right there, I will pull you out.” standing on her tip toes, she pulled of her jacket before wrapping it around his arms which made him hiss.

“Sorry….”

It took a few tries but soon she could get out of the water before pulling Kylo out of it.

“Okay… we made it ...” she took a deep breath laying on the cold shore.

“Let me get a look at your arm.” Y/N unwrapped the jacket again and took a deep breath.

His shoulder and upper arm already started bruising. Letting her fingers touch his arm, she looked for the broken area.

“Okay I don´t know if it really is broken, I didn´t feel anything but just to be sure I will support it with some branches.” she explained to Kylo who only nodded his eyes closed.

“Are you okay?” she asked worried.

“Just trying not to puke...” he mumbled while taking deep breaths.

Taking the straightest branches she could find, Y/N laid them next to his arm to stabilize it with the last bandage she had left in her backpack.

Helping Kylo sit up, she leaned him against the bridges pillar. Y/N brushed the wet hair out of his face, before she gently cupped it and pressed a few kisses on his cold lips, just genuinely relieved that they both made it.

He returned her smile.

“I´ll make us a fire, I hope the walkie didn´t get busted.” Looking around she saw a few of the biters fall over the high end of the bridge, but it helped keeping the hundreds others down and away from this place.

How many minutes were they in the water? The moment they crashed in the water, she wasn´t even sure that it really happened. Maybe she had a concussion.

Pulling the Walkie out of the back of her jeans she unwrapped the plastic bag. It didn´t get wet and it wasn´t cracked.

“Matt? Ben? Can you hear me?” while she waited for an answer she made a poorly small fireplace, so that they could warm up.

Pulling the wet shirt from Kylo, she tried to dry him up as best as she could before carefully putting him into a warm sweatshirt. At least not everything got wet in his backpack.

“We don´t have any painkillers with us...” she mumbled while looking through their stuff.

“Just give me a moment, then we can make our way to that stupid lab.” Kylo breathed heavy.

“Are you sure?” he was already paler then usual.

“No, my sweetheart. But we can take care of me when we found the others.

Slowly nodding, Y/N agreed.

“Alright.”

The streets were empty, no biters and no other humans were here. Y/N was supporting Kylos every step, while she tried to get in contact with the other two.

“Come on you guys, answer me...” she sighed until a small voice answered.

“Ben?” she asked but they only heard a few words between the bad crackling.

“Hot … Dog...” confused the both of them looked down at the Walkie.

“Did he just said Hot Dog?” Kylo asked and Y/N looked around, suddenly grinning.

“I think I know what he means.” seeing a big old neon sign of a Labrador with a hot dog in his hands, they soon followed the sign to a restaurant type of place.

Walking by the Truck it was smeared with bloody handprints. Not trying to let their fear get to them, Kylo and Y/N quickly went inside.

“Ben?” she shout whispered and the chaotic brown head showed up behind a fallen desk, his eyes stained with tears.

Quickly running over to him, Y/N wrapped her arms around the small boy, whose body was shaking.

“Matt he… I don´t know if it is a bite or...” he sobbed and Kylo fell onto his knees next to his older brother.

His leg was bloody, trousers ripped. Gently pushing Ben towards Kylo, he took the small boy in his not wounded arm, while Y/N cut open the jeans from Matt.

Looking at the wound she shook her head lightly. “I can´t tell either… it almost looks like your ripped open shot wound, but at the same time it could be a bite...” she whispered looking through the bags the small boys seemed to have dragged here.

“Did you hear any Gunshots?” she asked Ben who shook his head, sobbing against Kylos chest.

“We need to get him to the Lab, if they are really still working on something like a cure… it´s our last chance.” her boyfriend mumbled and she nodded.

“Ben I will need your help honey. You are the only one right now I can count on.” ruffling through his hair, the small boy quickly dried his tears and nodded.

It was hard work, with both of the older brothers wounded and Matt unconscious, Y/N and Ben were the only one who could protect them now.

Laying Matt on the cargo bed, Kylo and Ben joined him.

“You got your gun ready?” she asked placing the last bags onto the car, Ben nodded.

Jumping in to the Truck it took a few tries to get it started again. She just hoped they would be there soon and it wouldn´t be for nothing.

Driving close to what seemed to be a reinforced metal fence she carefully stepped on the brakes, so that the boys, wouldn´t get hurt even more.

Climbing out of the Truck, she rested her hand on her gun while looking around the gate.

“Hello?! Is anybody there? We need help!!” she actually didn´t even expected an answer, thats why she was even more surprised when at least 7 people pointed their rifles down at her.

“Who are you and what do you want?” a heavy armoured soldier asked.

“My name is Y/N! I have two wounded with me and a small boy! We heard your message through the radio, that they might be a safe place here…. Please...”

For a moment nobody said anything before the one she had talked to nodded slightly and with a rumble the gate slowly opened.

“Get inside!”

Relieves she jumped back into the car and stepped on the gas. “Are they gonna help us?” she heard Ben asked and she could only hope so.

“Stop your car, Hands over your head and get slowly out, we will take your weapons for now.” one of the soldiers advised and she nodded slowly, while turning of the motor.

They should´ve felt safe now, but she was just so nervous that she feared to puke on their shoes.

“Y/N!” hearing Bens whimpering she looked over her shoulder. He was shaking and scared of the masked mans, not knowing if he really should give them his gun.

“It´s okay, Sweety.” Taking a few steps closer, Ben let the gun fall into the mans hand and quickly jumped into her arms, when she helped him down from the cargo bed.

“It´s okay I´m here...” she whispered in his ear while stroking over his hair, watching how a few people helped Kylo down and got Matt on a stretcher so they could easily transport him.

Walking over to Kylo he pressed a kiss against her temple.

“You seem familiar boy. What is your name?” the heavy armoured soldier, slowly came closer, before pulling of his helmet.

“Kylo, you are General Hux right? Is Armitage...?” the General nodded knowingly.

“Armitage and Phasma are fine. They are here as well, but for now we need to get you guys into quarantine and let docs look at you.”

Holding out a hand he lead them into the big building.

“Will Matt be okay?” Ben asked the big man.

“We will have to wait what the doctors have to say, boy.”

From outside the building didn´t look like much, it seemed grey and cold, but when they were inside it was nice and warm, everything shining in a white light.

“Is my mother here as well?” Kylo asked after a while of silence.

“One step at a time, boy. For now how about you give the boy to this lady and you two get looked at first.”

Suddenly Kylos and Y/Ns alarm clocks were ringing in their head, when they noticed the two armed man behind them and two woman in front of them, probably doctors.

“You want to separate us?” Kylo asked his body tensing.

“We need to be careful as well. So just follow the orders for now.” the General only answered and with one nod from Kylo, Y/N slowly let Ben down on the ground before grabbing the arm of the soldier behind her and throwing him against the wall.

Pressing a handgun into Bens hand, before she took the riffle and knocked the man she took it from out, while Kylo did the same, even with his hurt arm.

“Get us to Matt! Now!” Kylo shouted and the General only scoffed.

“Do you really think you two and that little brat can just take over?”

“You want to find out?” Kylo growled, loosening the safety.

Looking at their eyes, even Bens, he knew they would be ready to kill in order to keep their family safe, but why should he care. He wanted to grab his Walkie to call in reinforcements until a voice boomed through the big entrance.

“That is enough General Hux. These are my children.”

All of them looked up to the balcony in the entrance area from the building. An older woman was leaning against the railing and inspected the scene in front of her.

Kylo needed to admit that she looked as pretty as he remembered even in this time of chaos. Especially when she finally stood in front of him.

“Oh my boy, what happened to you.” she stretched her hand out to inspect his scar, but he quickly pulled his face away to stand beside Y/N. Not even Ben was going towards her and rather hugged Y/Ns leg.

“You abandoned us.” Kylo suddenly hissed and his mother lowered her gaze.

“Dad he… even he didn´t knew where you were! We … we had to ….” feeling Y/Ns hand in his he squeezed it tightly.

“I would have contacted you, when...”

“Stop! Don´t give me your stupid excuses that you always had for leaving us behind for your work.” he quickly interrupted her.

“Where is Matt?” he didn´t care any more, Kylo couldn´t even tell what was worse, that she was alive and had abandoned them or would it have been more of a relieve to know that she died and that was the reason why she couldn´t contact them.

“The doctors are taking care of him. And I beg you to let someone look at your Arm as well.” he wanted to interrupt her again but she held up a hand and Kylo closed his mouth.

“You won´t be separated, but I want that you let them look at you and we will bring you something to eat.” she promised and he only huffed.

Looking over to Y/N and Ben they both nodded slowly.

“Would you please give back the weapons that you took.” Leia asked calmly.

“No.” Kylo answered and gave Y/N the second rifle, which she shouldered. Ben stowed away the handgun in the back of his jeans like they had taught him.

“God you are as stoic as your fa...”

“Don´t you dare...” Kylo growled dangerously low and she stopped.

“Follow me then.”

Y/N hold onto Kylos and Bens hand while following their Mother. It was a weird sensation to finally meet his mother through these kind of circumstances.

They were brought in what seemed like a small room with two beds and a very small bathroom.

“Somebody will bring you food and new clothing soon.”

“You´re just gonna leave again, huh?” Kylo scoffed but Leia sat down on a chair in the corner.

“I will be waiting with you.” the older woman watched Y/N, who sat Ben down on the bed.

“Are you okay? I will help your brother for a moment, alright?” kissing the top of his head he nodded shortly.

Seeing Kylo struggle, Y/N quickly got over to him.

“Let me help you, you idiot.” she grinned slightly and carefully pulled the sweatshirt over his head.

The bruising had gotten worse but she was quickly distracted when Kylo leaned down to her, to lean his forehead against hers.

“It will get better soon.” she whispered while she gently stroked over his cheek, since she knew he was in a lot of pain.

Leia was watching the both of them closely and asked herself how they probably met, before she saw all the scars on her sons body. They must have gone through a lot in this year and not even her youngest son dared to look at her.

When the doctors arrived, Y/N made space for them so they could tend to Kylo properly while someone else brought them new clothes.

“The food will come soon.” the woman informed them and Leia nodded.

“How about we get you washed up?” Y/N asked, after the nurses had taking a small blood sample from them, Ben who followed her into the bathroom. She almost couldn´t believe how dirty she was from that damn ocean water.

Brushing through Bens damp hair, Y/N sat with him on the other bed, while watching Kylo in his daze. He now had an arm cling around his bruised arm and was high on painkillers. At least his arm wasn´t broken it was only a severe contusion, Y/N knew they wouldn´t hear the end of it.

“Are you done with your meal?” she asked Ben when he finished his last bite.

“Yeah...” he mumbled quietly before cuddling against her chest. She could see the frustration on his face and had a good guess why he was completely ignoring his mother.

“I´m glad that my boys were in such good hands.” the woman suddenly spoke and Y/N nodded shyly.

“I did what I could. Kylo saved my life more then once, I just try to help as best as I can.”

“Thats not true!” Ben suddenly interrupted and looked up to her.

“You did so much, you saved Kylo when he was about to die and almost died trying to do so!” smiling down at the small boy, she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tightly.

“Do you think Matt will be fine?” the small boy mumbled so quietly that only her could hear.

Y/N didn´t want to lie to him, but the truth would hurt just as much.

“I don´t know.. I really don´t.”

The two of them embraced each other, while waiting for hopefully good news.

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barbecuedphoenix · 7 years

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Hi! Another fan of your amazing work here :D Hades, Kronos and Hypnos \o/

You’ve chosen some pretty interesting questions there, mystery fan. Here come the anecdotes… ;)

Hades: Have you ever had a near-death experience?

I’ve been in a few closeshaves over the years that, under slightly differences circumstances andchoices from its participants, would have brought the Grim Reaper around: acar-crash while on a road-trip with some friends, sitting in a plane thatalmost tipped onto its wing when landing on a wintry runway, almost getting buckedoff a white-water raft when it plunged down its first rapid because I wassitting in the back and was by far the smallest and lightest passenger, savedonly by the lightning-flash grip of our river guide on the back of my life-vest…

But really, the closest callI’ve ever had was when I was very young, maybe seven or less: a full-sized metalswing almost fell on top of me. For some reason, someone had hoisted it uprightand left it standing in the playground of the new school my family was touring,without planting its base struts firmly into the ground; it was basically anun-anchored swing set. My older sister, on seeing the bright green swing,immediately ran for it and tried to give it a go, despite the sign on the seatthat said “do not sit!” which I had noticed and was effectively discouraged by. I don’t remember if I told her to stay off, or I didn’t have time to. Eitherway, my sister sat down on the sign and immediately propelled herself to thehighest arc she could.

Before she even reached theapex of her swing, the entire set wobbled—without a sound, I remember that much—andslowly keeled forward, the heavy metal cross-beam at the top of the set plummetingin slow motion to right where I was standing. And picking up speed as I watched.Our mother, still standing with the principal on the edge of the playground,screamed at the top of her lungs for me to run. And her scream more thananything—more than the idea of being hit by that incoming metal beam thatlikely weighed more than I did—was what galvanized me to turn tail and dash backto where she was standing. I was still running when the crash came behind me andrattled the air around us. Frankly, I didn’t even reach my mother, because Iturned around right at that moment just to stare: the whole swing set hadcrashed to the grass, the cross-beam resting not much further than a few feetfrom me. My sister was already next tome, having hopped off the seat to make a break for it the moment she felt thewhole structure give way; I hadn’t noticed her at all in the mayhem.

Suffice it to say, the restof the afternoon was a testament to my mother’s rage: at my sister for temptingthe swing set despite the warning sign, at the groundskeepers for erecting theswing set without planting its feet firmly into the ground that same hour,at the principle for his sloppiness. And even at me—after I got a crushing hug—forrunning in the wrong direction; because from her perspective at the edge of theplayground, that heavy cross-bar only just missed my head when it plummeteddown. If I had run in the oppositedirection of where it was falling, I would have been completely in the clear. Fortunately,the speed of my six-to-seven year old legs—and my fear of my mother– made upfor my limited grasp of physics then. Iwas unfazed enough to nag at my sister too, following my mother’s example,before the hour was out: “I told you not to sit on that seat! Look: I almost got killed! You almost killed me!”

That event became the nextjewel in my arsenal of guilt-trips against my older sister for some weeksafterwards, never to any real effect besides making her scowl at me: neither ofus really grasped, back then, the effect of a reinforced metal beam landing on asix-to-seven year old girl’s skull at full speed. At that time, a near-death experience to us wasjust ammunition in the never-ending war between siblings. Nowadays, we stillhold onto that system of belief to avoid acknowledging the more uncomfortablefacts.

Hypnos: What was your most recent dream about?

Oh gosh; it was just lastnight, but I barely remember any of it… >_> I was back in my hometown forsome protracted family reunion, somehow going back forth between my father’sfamily and my mother’s family seamlesslywithout having to cross intervening distance via plane or stressful road-trip.No questions were raised on how long it had been since my last visit, what mycurrent pace was with my studies, any ‘significant others’ I should be bringinghome, etc. Really, it was as if I was still living there. The most I rememberis getting bored, even in my dream.

Kronos: What is the stupidest thing you’ve ever eaten?

Rancid sashimi. I wasfourteen or fifteen, sitting in a Japanese restaurant with my family one Sunday—thisplace close to my father’s office where he almost always spent lunch—and making my grab at the sashimi platter. Normally, anyone can tell thata slice of fish is rancid within a few inches of bringing the offensive pieceto their nose, but in my family, I actually have the poorest sense of smell.And at times like this, the most bravado: I love sashimi, and damned if I was going to waste my chance to get as many rawtuna rolls as I could. Competition for sushi is fierce in the family.

So it wasn’t until I poppedthe whole piece in my mouth and started chewing that I noticed the greasy reekfilling my palate. But for the life of me—I still don’t really know why–, Ikept chewing and forced myself to swallow. It slithered down my esophagus withintwo seconds. Maybe I just didn’t want to gag it out in front of everyone on thedining table. Or maybe I was just the type who preferred to see a course ofaction through to the end. Or maybe I simply refused to waste a single cut of sashimi,no matter how bad.

Regardless, I didn’t say a word about what I just swalloweduntil my father—the sharpest nose in the family– reached for the next piecewith his chopsticks, sniffed at it, and then dropped it back onto the platterwith a disgusted wince. He hailed overthe waiter to return the platter to the kitchen, and then started the longnegotiation with kitchen staff for compensation for the rancid sashimi. I keptmy silence until after the waiter had gone, before admitting, veryconversationally, with no expression on my face, that I already swallowed onepiece. That I hadn’t noticed the tuna had spoiled.

The whole table gaped at me,before, incredibly, they burst into laughter. And then the jokes startedrolling on how I was the garbage dispenser of the family: the kid with irongullet and the leather tongue, able to stomach anything and taste nothing, and whatelse I was ready to eat without flinching. None of us were biologists, at leastback then. So the incident remained a funny family story, a strange achievementI would casually trot out at the dinner table with the straightest expression wheneversomeone complained about a dish that Ihad no problem with, until I started studying biology. And learnt, in gruesomedetail, about the dangers of eating raw, unrefrigerated fish. About charminghospital-bill sinks like salmonella, and painful intestinal parasites that canlinger in your gut for weeks and weeks after starting life on festering fishflesh.

So far, my ability tostomach strong foods remains intact, and my stomach only ever complains wheneverI sit 10,000 feet above the ground. Whatever was lingering on that piece ofsashimi years ago lost its fight against my guts and my immune system. But to be on the safe side, I’ve taken tocooking my own meals with a vengeance. And smelling everything that ends up onmy counter-top to force my nose to shape up.

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