#yes I know it is like the three musketeers movie

[disney-mystical-au]

Hello😊

What about Minnie in your AU?👉👈

Well Anon,

Minnie Mouse over here is actually a princess. She is the ruler of the Disney kingdom who is loyal to her people.

Although, being royalty and such, she always wanted to go out into the world and see new things (but ofc, her parents forbid her).

-She’s friends with Mickey and Oswald (ever since they were kids) since Yen Sid is the royal family’s sorcerer.

But that’s all! A thousand apologies for answering this so late (a lot of things happened and such), thanks for being patient!❤️🩷🤍✨

[widevibratobitch]

Edouard de Max as Cardinal Richelieu playing with a kitten <333 Les Trois Mousquetaires (1921) dir. Henri Diamant Berger

[forsooth-verily]

Y'all, reading the Three Musketeers for the first time is WILD

d'Artagnan Sr really said, here's a jalopy, $300 bucks, and fight anyone who gives you side eye

This whole time I thought bby d'Artagnan was just a dumbass teen - no he was a dumbass teen given *explicit* instructions

[masonmontz]

heyy, how are you? :) so, since it's father's day here in brazil, i decided to do something cute for this special day

REMEMBER: english is not my first language

fluff word count: 2k

this is a bonus of pinky promise with mason and olivia, you can read it separately if you want.

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“But am I your favorite? You need to tell me.” Olivia asked Mason. You were working and they were watching Barbie and the Three Musketeers for the second time, as Olivia had become obsessed with the movie, but now she started to get bored and started asking Mason random questions.

“Yes, you are my favorite, you know that.” Mason was paying attention to the movie, unlike Olivia. 

“But you have other nieces, you swear to me that I am your favorite?” She stood up from the mattress they had placed on the living room floor, then looked at Mason with her hands on her hips and a serious expression on her face.

“I swear to you, pumpkin.” You smiled to yourself watching the two interact.

It had been three months since you and Mason had been together, and just like his promise, you were happy, but most importantly, Olivia was happy, and that was enough. It took you a while to tell her that you were dating Uncle Mason, but trips to Manchester were frequent or Mason would show up in London and sleep at your house even if he has to leave the next morning.

“Don't be jealous, Summer is your friend and Mason is her uncle.” You said, still paying attention to the computer in front of you. Olivia left Mason and went to you, holding your neck in a hug while he was still watching the movie. 

“I know, mum, but I like Mase and I want him to like me too.” She whispered, so you laughed.

“He loves you, Olivia, you know that.” You squeezed her cheek, leaving a kiss on her nose, which was a little red from the cold. Ever since you and Mason told her you were together, she stopped calling him "Uncle Masey", just because she understood that he was now her stepfather, but Mason said he had no problem being called Uncle Mason, because he was already used to it. “Go put on a coat, you're freezing.” 

You traveled to Manchester and would spend the weekend with Mason, also taking advantage of the fact that the game on Sunday would be at Old Trafford and you would be able to see Mason play. Olivia loved the days you guys traveled as she would spend time away from home and get to know new places with you. 

Not to mention the fact that Mason decorated a room for her, exactly the way she wanted. You didn't know it, but Mason and Olivia had already talked about the decoration and when you arrived one weekend, you found a decorated room. Olivia almost cried when she saw the room the way she asked. 

The room was white with pink details, butterfly drawings on the wall and a huge bed just like Olivia always asked for. Mason even put a desk for her to study and a small bookshelf with some interesting books for children. It was much better than her room in your apartment in London, and that's why it was always hard to go home when she had so many comforts in Manchester. 

Mason spoils her too much, and she is getting used to this life very easily.

“Mum, can you help me take a shower?” Olivia asked quietly, so you agreed and closed your computer, walking her upstairs to help her bathe. Olivia is an independent child, but sometimes lazy and most of the time she would ask you to help her so she wouldn't have to do everything alone. Plus, the bathroom in Mason's house is different, so she can never get the water to the temperature she wants.

“Have you and Mason picked out dinner yet?” You asked as you helped her take off the coats she was wearing. Even with the house being heated, Olivia liked to stay warm. 

“Mase said we can order pizza.” She walked past you and stepped into the hot, running water of the shower. You grabbed her shampoo that Mason had bought just for her to use, as well as her favorite strawberry soap.

Mason has always been attentive to Olivia, he never stopped listening to what she likes, what she says, and she always felt comfortable sharing everything with him, just because Mason made her feel comfortable.

“That's a good idea. Here, shampoo your hair, do you want some help?”

“No.” Olivia was thoughtful, but the day was tiring for her, as she had fun before deciding to watch a movie with Mason. “Mum, can I ask you something?” 

“Of course, honey.” 

“Can I call Mason dad?” 

You froze. You didn't expect that question coming from her, in fact, you never thought she liked Mason so much that she wanted to call him dad. You had only been together for three months, who would have guaranteed that you would be together forever? 

“What?” 

“He's your boyfriend now, mum, and I love Mason so much, I also wish I had a dad like my friends in school.” 

“Babe… I don’t know, Olivia. We have to ask him about this, and what if he doesn't want to? You'll be sad about that.” You rubbed Olivia's hair as she played with the water that was falling on her. 

“Oh, yes, but what if he wants me to call him dad?” She looked at you with teary eyes, and you were touched to realize that she really wanted Mason's presence in her life.

You always thought you could fill her lack of a father, but realizing now, Mason was always there for her, just like Robert. 

“Oh, babe, why did you never tell me anything about this?” You knelt down and didn't care about getting your clothes wet. Olivia came up to you with her hair full of foam, and she placed her hands on your face.

“I don't want you to think I'm sad. You're the best mommy in the world, but Mase would be a cool daddy too.” It would be a lie to say you didn't want to cry about it.

“We'll ask him then.”

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“Mase, can you get me some juice? I'm thirsty.” Olivia asked Mason, who was walking to the kitchen to set the table for you guys to have dinner, and she was lying on the mattress on the living room floor again, watching Pinocchio.

“Olivia, go get it yourself.” You scolded her, knowing that Mason does whatever she wants. You were walking down the stairs after taking a hot shower, and Mason had already ordered the pizza for you. 

“I'll get it.” Mason said and walked to the kitchen, so you followed him and watched as he poured the grape juice into a glass for Olivia and took it to her. He quickly returned with the empty glass.

“You can't do everything she asks, Mason. She's taking advantage of you because you can't say “no” to her.” You were serious and Mason looked at you, shrugging.

“She just wanted some juice, love.” Mason came closer, grabbing your waist and pulling you against him. He was wearing a hoodie, just like you, and he was so warm that you just wanted to lay down next to him and sleep in the warmth.

“Yeah, juice, shampoo, bedroom, toys, shoes, clothes…” 

“Guilty.” Mason laughed and you wrapped your arms around his neck, lifting your head and kissing his lips. You sighed as he deepened the kiss, and it felt so good to kiss him that you could spend hours like this, just being around him. “Hmm, I love you.” 

“I love you too.” You spoke and the doorbell rang, so the two of you went to the living room while Mason went to get the pizza. Olivia stood up and held your hands, walking with you to the kitchen.

“May I ask?” She spoke quietly, knowing Mason was behind the two of you, so you nodded, giving her a smile and encouraging her. 

Mason placed the pizza on the table, oblivious to Olivia's nervousness, which was now transparent. She was fidgeting with her hair and kneeling on one of the chairs, and you knew she fidgeted when she was nervous. Mason served you slices of pizza while the two of you chatted randomly, and Olivia still hadn't said anything. 

“I left it reserved for you tomorrow at the game, you can stay close to Anouska, she's going with the kids there.” 

You agreed, but Olivia was still nervous and wasn't eating, you were sitting next to her, so you placed your hand over hers, reassuring your little girl.

“Mase, Olivia wants to ask you something.” You spoke for her, and Mason nodded and finished chewing before looking at the two of you, paying attention to what Olivia wanted to say.

“Mom, I got nervous.” She said shyly and you smiled, running your hands over her back and rubbing. Mason had a smile on his face even though he didn't know what it was. “Mase… Hm… I want to know if- hm… I want to know if I can call you dad.” 

You could see the shock cross Mason's face, because he clearly wasn't expecting this. Olivia also looked at him as he didn't look away from her for a second.

“What?” That's what he managed to say, swallowing hard. 

“Only if you want to.” Olivia spoke softly, and you could tell that Mason's delay in responding made her feel insecure, and she snuggled closer to you. You looked at Mason with a small smile, knowing that it was a lot of information for someone.

“For real? You want to call me dad?” Mason asked and Olivia nodded, and you could completely see it as his eyes filled with tears and he put his hands over his eyes, trying to stop his emotion.

“I want to.” She smiled. Mason got out of his seat and walked over to her, kneeling down beside her on the floor and pulling her against him, hugging her. Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck and it was probably the most beautiful scene you had ever seen between them. 

Mason had his eyes closed as he hugged her, but a huge smile on his face as you saw a tear run down his face. That's when you felt like you were crying too, because a tear fell down your leg.

“Only if I can call you my daughter too.” He whispered, but you heard. Olivia let out a loud laugh of happiness, and you felt your heart explode with so much love and happiness as you finally felt complete.

“Yes, yes.” She cheered and you smiled, then Mason let go of her and wiped his own eyes, looking at you next. She jumped into Mason's arms, ignoring the pizza she wanted so badly, and looked at you. You stood up and walked over to the two of them, so Mason wrapped an arm around your neck while holding Olivia in the other arm. “We are a family now.”

“After seven years.” Mason mumbled and you smiled, leaning in and leaving a kiss on his lips. Olivia smiled and left a kiss on Mason's cheek and yours. “Can you believe it? I have a daughter now.”

“It's a big responsibility, you know.” Mason rolled his eyes and you smiled.

“Thank you for this, really. I couldn't ask for anything better.” He spoke to you, then to Olivia and smiled at her. “I love you both, my girls.”

“I love you too, dad.” Mason's eyes filled with tears again when Olivia spoke, but he held back from letting them fall. “Mum, we need to move to Manchester, families live in the same house.”

“Hey, easy girl. One thing at a time.” 

“She’s right. She can't live in London while her father lives in Manchester.” 

“Calm down too, that's a topic for another time.”

“Yes, now I want pizza.” Olivia spoke and you smiled, then Mason placed her in the chair again and looked at you gratefully.

Maybe it would take you a while to move, or maybe not. No one knows what might happen the next day, but you hope things will work out forever.

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[medievalandfantasymelee]

COME ONE, COME ALL to the MOSTE ILLUSTRIOUS TOURNAMENT of the FINEST, the MOSTE PUISSANT and HOTTEST MEN MEDIEVAL MEDIA HAS TO ITS CREDIT.

Be it known that we shall accept submissions of the hottest men OF THE PEOPLES’ CHOOSING from any live-action* TV or movie media property set between the years AD 500 – 1550 (Tudors WELCOME!!), and any fantasy properties which emulate said period!

KNOW ALSO that we, by the grace of this fine hellsite and with the counsel of the moste honorable and illustrious @hotvintagepoll (many thanks), have made

THESE GUIDELINES here given:

ANY HOT GUY who appears in any movie or TV show released in ANY YEAR, from ANY COUNTRY, shall be deemed eligible for entry. Below are listed examples of eligible properties. If YE BE NOT CERTAIN whether your hot guy is eligible, submit him anyway!

Examples of Eligible Properties: The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-03), Game of Thrones (2011-19) House of the Dragon (2022), Wolf Hall (2015-2024), The Tudors (2007-2010), Ladyhawke (1985), The Princess Bride (1987), The White Queen (2013), Rise of Empires: Ottoman (2020-2022), Vikings (2013-2020), The Last Kingdom (2015-2022), Diriliş: Ertuğrul (2014), A Knight’s Tale (2001), BBC’s Robin Hood (2006-3009), The Last Duel (2021), The Story of Minglan (2018), The Borgias (2013), Robin Hood (1939), Outlaw King (2018), Pilgrimage (2017), Legend (1985), Braveheart (1995), The Green Knight (2021), Excalibur (1981), Beowulf & Grendel (2005), The Lion in Winter (1968), Robin Hood: Men in Tights (1993), The Black Adder (Blackadder Series 1, 1982), Rashomon (1950)

Remember: This is just a list of examples—WOW ME!

These following titles are examples of properties that do not fall within or emulate the stated time period and therefore DO NOT QUALIFY: The Three Musketeers (Any Version), Pirates of the Caribbean (2004), Barbarians (2020), Gladiator (2000), Ben Hur (1959), Shogun (2024), Elizabeth (1999), 300 (2006), Troy (2004), Xena: Warrior Princess (1995-2001), Disney's Robin Hood (1973)**, Yojimbo (1961), Shakespeare in Love (1998), King Arthur (2004)***

For the purposes of this tournament, "Man" and "Guy" are defined as any bi-pedal humanoid male character played by a man. As such, characters belonging to non-human races such as Hobbits, Orcs, Elves, Demons, Fauns, Werewolves etc. ARE admissible, and, indeed, encouraged.

If you have propaganda you forgot to include in your submission, just hold onto it and send it in an ask after the Tournament begins.

You may submit as many hot men as you like but please submit only ONE ENTRANT per submission.

Do not hesitate to submit ANY hot guy you think may qualify, no matter how popular he is. There is no such thing as a shoo-in with these tournaments. If you think "Someone MUST have submitted him already!" Everyone else is probably thinking that too and then he may well NEVER get submitted and we don't want that.

Do not worry about how many submissions your hot guy might have had already--I need to get a sense of who the strongest contenders are in order to fairly seed the draws, and the best way to do that is volume of submissions.

We are voting on the hotness of the characters. While the actors who portray them are of course a major factor in this, we are not voting on the actors themselves, therefore propaganda pertaining to the actors real lives (aside from anecdotes relating to their portrayal of the character) is not admissible.

By that same token, in the case of historical figures (e.g. Henry VIII) we are judging hotness based on the fictionalized portrayals of them in these properties, not on historical fact.

Regarding immortal/time-travelling/dimension-hopping/extremely long-lived characters, regardless of when the character was born, the main action**** of the story must take place within the Medieval Period (see dates listed at the top of this post) or Medieval-esque fantasy fantasy realm in order for them to be eligible for submission. As such, characters like the Pevensie brothers (The Chronicles of Narnia) and Ash Williams (Army of Darkness) are admissible, but Asgardians (the MCU Thor films) are not.

I, as the Administrator and Master of Revels of this tournament, am exercising discretion in the admittance of characters from works by Shakespeare, since many of them have no set date.

Re: characters adapted from books/written works - Book quotes by/ about your character are not admissible as Propaganda for their tv/ movie counterparts unless said quotes were also written into the show/movie.

Book illustrations and fanart are not admissible Propaganda

SUBMISSIONS SHALL REMAIN OPEN UNTIL MIDNIGHT, JULY 1st

The Tourney shall begin at a date yet to be determined with the Melee (Qualifying Rounds), wherein the entrants with the fewest submissions and least propaganda will duke it out in a free for all brawl to determine who will enter the Lists.

SUBMIT YOUR ENTRANTS HERE TODAY!!!

-- Master of Revels

*The "live-action" qualification does have a caveat: exception may be made for those CGI films which were all the rage in the mid-00's that used the motion-capture and likeness of the actors; for example characters from, Robert Zemeckis's Beowulf (2007) are admissible.

** this one doesn't qualify, not because it isn't the right time period, but because it falls solidly under the "Animated" category.

***Yes, sadly we are deprived of the beautiful countenances of Clive Owen, Mads Mikkelsen, Ioan Gruffudd et al because the producers of this film in their infinite wisdom and in an attempt to seem "more historically accurate" chose to set it during the Roman withdrawal from Britain, which occurred in the 5th Century (About a CENTURY earlier than Authurian tradition) and is generally agreed to have ended by AD 410. It therefore does not fall under the Medieval umbrella and is not eligible for submission.

**** "Main Action" here defined as "More than half an hour of a movie and more than two episodes of a series"

[ducktoonsfanart]

Happy birthday, Donald Duck! - 90th birthday of Donald Duck - Donald Duck through his periods and ages - Classic shorts, The Three Caballeros, Duck comics, Duck Avenger, Double Duck, Maui Mallard, Ducktales, Kingdom Hearts and Quack Pack - Duckverse - Duckverse in June - Week 1 - My version

Finally, that time has come, when the birthday of the best duck, Donald Duck, is celebrated. Yes, he's celebrating his 90th birthday this year and since he deserves all the special attention, I've drawn a set of all the versions of Donald Duck from his first appearance to today. By the way, found inspiration from this short: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42DBCwvlxtg

I certainly found inspiration in my drawing and related to the versions of Donald's nephews, which you can see here: https://ducktoonsfanart.tumblr.com/post/699647636818509824/huey-dewey-and-louie-duck-triplets-mania-85th https://ducktoonsfanart.tumblr.com/post/714708689115906048/happy-birthday-huey-dewey-and-louie-duck-plus

On June 9, 1934, Donald Duck made his first appearance in a classic short called "The Wise Little Hen" by Silly Symphony and invented by Walt Disney to be reimagined and modernized by Carl Barks, Al Taliaferro, Jack King and Jack Hannah and other authors. In the beginning, a duck with a long beak and excellent trolling, but then he became a grumpy and jerk duck, and later a very family and friendly duck. Yes, Donald Duck describes each and every one of us here, because we all share similar personalities to Donald Duck. Donald Duck has appeared in many cartoons, comics, video games, at Disney parks, in books, as toys, and in many other various ways. Since there are so many versions, I decided to just draw my favorite and most important ones that shaped Donald as we know him today.

Yes, Donald Duck from Mickey Mouse Cartoons by Paul Rudish is holding a piece of cake, along with the first version of Donald Duck from "The Wise Little Hen" which is actually the first version of him. And there is the first prototype of the character Donald Duck (from 1931, appeared in the book "he Adventures of Mickey Mouse"), a baby Donald Duck with a red balloon (if anyone has seen the Quack Pack episode "Can't Take a Yolk" knows what it's about), there's also Donald Duck as a little boy (from Topolino and European comics like Paperino Paperetto), Donald Duck from the classic shorts, caballero Donald with a sombrero from Don Donald and The Three Caballeros, soldier Donald Duck (WW2 propaganda cartoons movies), Sailor Donald Duck (from OG Ducktales), Donald Duck from comics (Carl Barks, Don Rosa, Romano Scarpa, Carpi, Vicar, Van Horn, Martina, Cavazzano, Midthun, Marco Rota, Carlos Mota and other authors), Donald from Ducktales 2017, Donald Duck in Hawaiian Shirt from Quack Pack, Donald as Superhero Paperinik (Duck Avenger), Donald as Double Duck (Secret Agent), Donald as Maui Mallard (Ninja), Donald from Fantasia 2000, Donald as Wizard from Kingdom Hearts , Donald as Indiana Jones from Quackshot, Detective Donald Duck from European comics, Musketeer Donald Duck from The Three Caballeros, Super Caballero Donald from The Legend of The Three Caballeros and Donald as the villainous Duck of Doom (from the Quack Pack episode "The Really Mighty Ducks"). There are more, but not all of them would fit in one drawing, and I apologize. Also, Duck Avenger was invented on this day. Duck Avenger was created in 1969 in a comic book by Guido Martina and Giovanni Carpi (correct me about the name of the author) and since then Donald has been an avenger and later he will be a real superhero.

I hope you like this! I wish the best duck a happy 90th birthday! Feel free to like and reblog if you're a Donald Duck fan! Just don't use my same ideas without mentioning me, thanks!

Also this is meant for the Duckverse in June as Week 1, and for @duckversejune2024, @tokuvivor , @secret-tester and @queer-in-a-cornfield. Also this is meant for all of you as my gift especially for those who love Donald Duck the most! Happy birthday Donald Duck!

[rainbow-flavoured-skittles]

haunted monastery drabbles

I know I said this would be a oneshot, but I decided it's a bit too short to count as one. so instead it's just a bunch of drabbles that are very, very loosely connected.

tws for death, blood mentions, and injuries

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The new one — Jay, his name is Jay — was sitting on the couch playing video games. Cole flopped down next to him and stretched.

Jay had just arrived at the Monastery a few weeks ago and was still settling in. It was interesting, to have a new person around. Nice to have someone to talk to, but annoying that he didn’t have the space to himself anymore. Cole watched the little characters on screen jump and kick and fight each other. Jay was winning, it appeared. Cole wasn’t sure. He should probably ask, if Jay even knew he was here.

“Are you winning?”

Cole knew what he looked like. He’d looked in a mirror, before, after all. Pure black eyes, bloody skin, constantly glitching and flickering like a bad TV screen. It wasn’t surprising that Jay screamed at the unknown voice and dropped his controller.

It still kind of hurt, though. Cole had always wanted a big brother.

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Zane was in the kitchen chopping up vegetables. Cole sat on the counter, grinning in amusement whenever the knife went through his leg, or poking at the flames on the stove. It tickled. He didn’t knock anything over, though it might have been fun. It would have been mean to ruin all of Zane’s hard work.

“That looks good,” Cole chirped. He avoided the water that sprayed out from the sink, hissing in pain when it hit him. It stung like acid. But there was worse pain in the world, so he ignored it and focused on his big brother. His big brother who had just touched a red-hot pan without any problem.

Zane wasn’t human. Obviously. Humans had heartbeats and blood and flesh. Zane had none of those things. Cole wasn’t sure he knew it, though. Zane always pretended to eat and sleep like everyone else. Hopefully he’d figure it out. Then they could bond over being not-humans together, which would be nice. Except Zane had to know he existed for that to happen.

Zane would have to figure out two things, then. 

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Cole didn’t like Kai. Kai was brash and angry and didn’t listen to orders. He was worried about someone, his sister, but he didn’t care about Jay or Zane. He didn’t want to help stop Garmadon. He just wanted to go back to his parents’ shop and make weapons.

Which was fine by Cole, really. Three was a perfectly good number. Zane, Jay, and Cole. They were a good team. Even if two of them didn’t realise there was a third member.

Maybe there was a reason for Kai to stay. Cole didn’t really want his brothers to get killed because they didn’t have the master of fire. And Kai didn’t like Wu, at least not very much, which was a win. They could team up to hide his incense and mess up his ugly teapot collection. If Kai knew he existed. Cole kept forgetting that no one knew about him.

“If you join the team, we’ll have to think of a new name. Four musketeers isn’t very catchy,” Cole told Kai. “You should ask Jay for ideas.”

Kai blinked and turned his head like he’d heard. He rubbed his eyes when he spotted Cole’s silhouette. “Huh. Could have sworn I heard something,” he muttered.

“You did hear something! Me!” Cole said, exasperated. Kai didn’t react that time.

~

Cole wasn’t sure why he tended to avoid Nya. She was nice, if a bit short tempered, and Jay liked her a lot. But something about her made him uneasy. Being too close to her or even spending a long time in the same room together made his skin itch.

It was like warning bells going off in his head every time she stepped close. Danger, do not approach.As if some deep part of him thought of her as a threat.

Yes, Nya could be scary towards her enemies. She was formidable — Samurai X was proof of that. But she wasn’t dangerous to those she cared about. Cole was pretty sure he’d count as one of those people.

That was why he sucked it up and spent the night watching movies with her. All their brothers were out, so it was just the two of them. Cole didn’t pay attention to the movie, mostly because it wasn’t really a movie, more of a documentary. He just wanted to spend time with his sister.

“Can I choose the next movie?” Cole asked. Nya didn’t respond, of course, but it had been worth a try. 

~

Lloyd was the best thing to have happened to Cole since Nya and Kai’s arrival. He was about the same age as Cole, which meant that they got along great. Not that Cole didn’t get along with the others, but it was nice to have someone his age. And it meant that he got a little brother, something he’d never had before. Because Cole had been born first, which meant that he was technically older, which meant that Lloyd was his little brother. 

Well, it had been nice to have someone his age. The tomorrow’s tea had aged Lloyd up to being a teenager.

Nobody was happy with that development. Everyone felt that Lloyd had been robbed of his childhood. And Lloyd himself didn’t want to have grown up so fast, to be forced to fight his dad so soon.

Cole didn’t really understand why Lloyd didn’t want to fight Garmadon. Garmadon was going to destroy the world, after all. Yes, he was Lloyd’s father, but he hadn’t exactly been a good father.

He’d still try to support Lloyd. Lloyd was his little brother.

~

His lungs felt like they were being stabbed repeatedly. He couldn’t feel his right leg, or both of his arms. They must have been crushed in the rockslide. His head was pounding — must be a concussion — and his nose was definitely broken. He couldn’t see out of his right eye, and what the other eye could see was all rocks and dirt.

Cole lay there for what felt like hours, and it might have been. He tried to call for help, but his voice failed him. No one knew where he was. He hadn’t told anyone, hadn’t left any notes.

Would Wu look for him? Was he looking right now? Maybe he was using that all-seeing incense, or whatever it was called. Or maybe he wasn’t looking at all, couldn’t be bothered to. Wu certainly hadn’t cared before. He was probably glad that the little brat he’d picked up was gone.

Cole coughed. He tasted metallic blood in his mouth. “Dad,” he croaked. “Master Wu. Please.”

He slipped into darkness.

[thomatri]

Dear Diary

Synopsis- diary entries featuring your crush on Hinata

Paring - Hinata x fem reader

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Dairy entree 3 Tuesday

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There’s this cute boy in my class I know it’s only the second week of school but can’t a girl crush on a cute ginger in peace 😔

My friend says I should talk to him

Obviously I didn’t I mean what would I say “hey I think your cute” I don’t even know his name

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Diary entree 4 Wensday

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I ended up complimenting him after overthinking it for like 5 minutes

I compliment his hair and my friend helped us continue the conversation. It was nice to actually talk to him I think I feel for him more<3

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Diary entree 10 Tuesdays

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OMG HE INVITED ME TO HIS PRATICE

to write I’m excited is an understatement

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Diary entree 10 (continued)

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Bro practice was fun! I ended up helping there beautiful manger Kiyoko. You know when you see someone pretty who goes to your school and your like “how have I never seen you before?!” That’s exactly how I felt about her

I told her she should become a model randomly and we ended up chatting she’s super nice and sweet!

These two boys are weird about her though I feel bad

I hope Hinata invited me to more practices in the future

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Diary entree 11 Wednesday

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Bro there was a group project in math and he picked me as his partner ME

Thankfully I only had like 1 friend in that class so she just chose someone else

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Diary entriee 11 (continued)

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I ended up seeing Kiyoko at lunch and we literally talked the entire time. She asked if I was crushing on Hinata and I told her cause I mean what else would I say

She told me to just go for it

Idk if I’m taking that advice tbh I’m too nervous

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Diary entree 11 (continued)

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HE ASKED TO GO WATCH A MOVIE TOGETHER

ok ok let me back up

His friend said he didn’t wanna watch it cause it’s a romance but it has volleyball in it so he wants to see it

BUT his second choice was me and he’s popular so that gotta count for something?!

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Diary entree 11 (continued)

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ONE OF HIS FRIENDS THOUGHT WE WERE DATING!!

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Diary entree 14 Saturday

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IM SO NERVOUS I WANNA CRY BUT AT THE SAME TIME EXCITED!

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Diary entree 14 (continued)

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So the movie was okay but he really liked it so I loved it

And Omg you won’t believe it

WE HELD HANDS

IDK HOW OR WHEN BUT WE DIDDD

And he walked me home bro like he brought his bike then rode home

My mom said he’s a keeper <3

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Diary entree 16 Monday

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Listen I love my besties but bro

So I ask “ do y’all think it’s too early to ask Hinata out” cause I’m actually feeling confident

Kiyo said word for word “hell no” ik she meant but it still stung

Rin said “ it’s up to me” which is hella unhelpful I asked your ass so I could decide 😭

And of course my most loyal Sayaka said “of course”

I mean we’ve known each other for two weeks and I feel like we’ve gotten close over that timeframe

Though I want it to be special

I decided to ask the three musketeers where I should ask Hinata out

Kiyo said the gym💀

Rin said the movies which I would had gone with but nothing good is out right now

So I went with Sayaka again which was the park

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Diary entree 21 Saturday

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Bro I asked him out

AND HE SAID YES

Well let me back track

Basically we walked to the park which was conveniently in walking distance

We talked the entire time and just went on the swings and had fun

And as the sun was setting I was all like

“Hey Hinata can I admit something?”

And he was all like

“What is it Y/n?”

And I was all like

“I have a crush on you, be my boyfriend”

And then he legit jumped out of the swing fell and when I tried to help him up

HE KISSED ME AND SAID YES

Can’t believe I got a boyfriend in 21 days :)

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Pt2?

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

I gotta know, how many sonas/self ships you got there Cherry Bomb?! 👀

How much love you got to share around?😉

Oh man, there's so many 🤣 Some I haven't even shared yet! But I guess I'll name em all! [Or the ones that I recall/remember-] these are also all my romantic and not any of my platonics or OCs!

Chrysta, Fruitbats 🦇🍒 [Lost Boys]

Kim, Kordy ❌️🧡 [Eddsworld Tord- who was actually my first selfship!]

Tamsin, Tamsitello🍊💜 [TMNT Donatello]

Tammy, 🤘🏻🎸Most Excellent Tutor⚡️🤘🏼/💔🤖Bogus Babe🤖💔 [BaT movies both Bill and Ted]

Nancy, 🎀CobraBaby🎀 [Stand By Me Ace]

Evelyn, 💚🐈‍⬛️kittypaws🐈🩵 [Lackadaisy Mordecai Heller]

Don't have Shipnames for any of these yet!

Boromir is one from LOTR with Gwendolyn and Fili from The Hobbit as well with Saramella!

Genevieve, 1993 Three Musketeers with Athos.

BBC three musketeers with either Athos or Aramis [haven't watched enough to choose yet LMAO]

Rosemary, Phantom Of The Opera Erik.

Mavis, MCU Loki.

She doesn't have a name yet case I made her when I was like 8 but I actually made an insert for Monster in Paris YES WITH THE FLEA GO AWAY

Tamarynn Smith, Friday the 13th Jason.

Tamalynn Jones, The Boy, Brahms.

Lillian Parks, Bendy And The Ink Machine, Sammy Lawrence.

Anddd.... I think that's all of em! Lemme know if you'd want a list of familial of platonics but here's my romantics!!

[aragarna]

An ask for an ask? Character breakdown: Athos. (If you want 😊)

Thank you for the ask!! <3

Oh you don't know what you've stepped into there, I *just* went to see The Three Musketeers new movie last night and hum, I have feelings (not necessarily in a very good way...)

If you're asking about Athos, it must have transpired that I like The Three Musketeers (as a book). I read it in my young teens, fell in love with those four idiots (affectionate), and d'Artagnan in particular, with the Friendship that is the core of the story. That feeling of fierce loyalty, no matter where life takes you. I also fell in love with Alexandre Dumas' style. The universe he created, his humor, the colorfulness and joy in his writing.

Anyway, back to Athos.

How I feel about this character.

He's probably my second favorite. In film adaptations, he's often reduced to a tragic and rather sad figure, but he's so much more than that. Yes, he's a sad drunk, but he isn't sad all the time. He's wise and he's an important mentor to d'Artagnan (especially in the early years). And he's just as funny and daring as the rest of them. One other thing that the movies often get wrong is that they make Porthos the only "bon vivant", but they all are. The eat and drink away all their money all the time. They live for intrigues and adventures. *All* of them.

I do have issues with the whole Milady thing. Not Athos' most glorious actions there... I don't want to spoil too much but if you know the story, well, those were questionable actions...

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I'm not really a shipper as a 30 something, and I was even less a shipper at 13, so I've always seen the whole friendship as perfectly platonic. And his one (past) love story didn't end well, so... yeah, no shipping for Athos.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Athos & d'Artagnan, probably. Like I said, I like their particular bond within the quatuor. It's somewhere between a father/son dynamic and older brother/younger brother.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I wish adaptations would respect the characters' ages a bit more accurately. Athos is only 10 years older than d'Artagnan, so not even 30 when the story begins.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I wish adaptations would show more of his happy/daring side. We're talking about a character who's able to duel left-handed. Who upon learning his new BFF has to go to England decides they'll all go. Etc.. I also wish there were adaptations of Twenty Years Later, Charles I, Charles II and all that. Athos has a big part in that.

Book canon-wise, I wish he had a happier ending.

[anhed-nia]

I've said it before and I'll say it again: Jeffrey Mandel's 1989 sci-fi horror holiday movie ELVES, about how Nazi occultists plot to perpetuate the master race by having a genetically engineered "elf" mate with virgin mall rats in Colorado, once saved my life.

OK maybe I'm exaggerating for effect, but not a lot. You'll get the idea. I was taking a semester off from college in Portland, ME, a weird dark place where I didn't know anybody besides the people I served coffee to. Despite promises that unhinged losers like myself really blossom in college, I had started failing classes for the first time in my life, I didn't know what to major in, all of my latent mental problems were spinning up fast and no one was taking it seriously at all. So I was by myself on Thanksgiving, trying to figure out how to make the most of the day. I ventured into a whiteout blizzard and got the stuff for a dish my dead mom used to make that seemed simple enough even for a walking disaster area like myself: white rice, green beans, tofu & soy sauce. Naturally I brutalized all of it into an unrecognizable paste. Hungry and feeling nervous about my blackening mood, I decided to visit the appealingly crummy little second-run theater downtown; they still had MEMENTO, so I bought a ticket even though I was 45 minutes early and sat down in the lobby. Pretty soon some big sweaty middle manager guy came over and started hitting on me aggressively. When you're not cute, and especially if you're vulnerable-looking, being hit on is practically never a fun experience; the perp is always someone as desperate as this guy who thinks you have no other choice, so he might start unloading on you about all his favorite movies about knights and wizards and shit, and telling you embarrassingly fake things like "you look just like Rebecca De Mornay in THREE MUSKETEERS!" (we don't even have the same hair color) because he assumes someone like you is starved for attention and maybe you're also stupid enough to buy it. I started to panic and, glancing up at the showtimes, I pretended to be persuaded by his praise for HARRY POTTER AND THE SORCERER'S STONE because it was conveniently starting in five minutes. I bought a ticket, ate the one for MEMENTO, and settled in for two and a half hours of something that had nothing to do with me. When I got out it was still snowing hard, I was still hungry, and sliding into a pretty unstable mindset. There was only one thing left to do, which was to go to Videoport.

Videoport remains the greatest video store I have ever been to in my life. Yes that includes Kim's. During my semester off I got an incredible education there by just renting whatever looked like it was going to freak me out the most, and I was always duly freaked. They had it all, including a big TV with prefab foods liked "canned vegetarian haggis" lined up on top. I'll never forget the can of pork brains whose instructions read DRAIN BRAINS, STIR, something I often say to myself. At the entrance was an iron gate by a local artist that formed famous movie images; here it is with the comic book store owners who moved in after Videoport left. (I also shopped at the comic book store, where the stereotypically jerky clerk had a vanity plate that said VEGETA and once told me that I could pay for my comics with "something besides money")

I started to get the feeling that only Videoport would prevent me from walking into the ocean. Sure enough, their reliable staff picks shelf showed me a movie I could never have imagined. I still watch it and recommend it on the holidays. I love the tag line "THEY'RE NOT WORKING FOR SANTA...ANYMORE!", as if the shocking part of the movie is that the elves used to work for Santa, they just got laid off or quit or something. Grizzly Adams aka Dan Haggerty plays an alcoholic ex-cop who is about to get evicted from his trailer, so in desperation he becomes a department store Santa. Meanwhile, sad teen Kristen performs pagan "Anti-Christmas" rituals with her friends who she draws as goddesses using a suspiciously swastika-like sigil; turns out she's the last pure Aryan specimen in the world, and her Nazi grandfather is plotting to make her the mother of the master race using elves--or really just one "elf" who you only ever see the top or bottom of, and who can't close his mouth. It's up to rude, loud, smelly, smug, self-pitying Dan Haggerty to leap into action and save Colorado from the fourth reich before it's too late...and like, you really want to see how this plays out, I promise. I was totally captivated. I've seen a lot of questionable movies, but there's really nothing like ELVES. It's so funny and weird that I completely forgot how hungry I was, and I definitely stopped feeling alone. It's not an exaggeration to say that it reminded me of why I was alive, which is to seek out increasingly novel and mind-expanding experiences through art until I'm dead. I would simply have to live another day if I ever wanted to find out whether there could possibly be anything stranger than ELVES out there. It's probably still keeping me going on some subliminal level.

So I guess I'm saying that if you don't know what to do with yourself today, watch ELVES! And if you can't find it, watch CHRISTMAS EVIL on Shudder, which is both a great movie and totally mind-blowing. The End.

[sharpestasp]

Devil's Night Watch: The Crow (1994)

Thank you to @eerian-sadow and @ilyena-sylph for watching with me, even if it was just by discord for the incomparable eerian-sadow!

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Graeme Revell knocked it out of the park for the OST Ilyena_Sylph: 💯 eeriansadow: YES

I love the kid that played Sarah. She just… she's perfect Ilyena_Sylph: i love Sarah so much

I am VERY glad Eric's introduction as the Crow is SO extensive and long. I know some complain that it is slow in relation to the rest, but… it works so well. Then again, comic book feel of it is perfection to me. eeriansadow: I agree Ilyena_Sylph: i can't imagine it being even a frame shorter. it's just. it's perfect. eeriansadow: — It IS. It's exactly what he needed. And it's an indrawn breath before the madness hits Yeah. And the transition, once the memories play out, into the rock music from the eerie haunting music? +chef kiss+ eeriansadow: So good, yes I just… you feel ALL OF HIS LOVE and his PAIN eeriansadow: nodnod

Still amused that my two roles for Tin-Tin's actors are THIS and Hackers -- where he was a bit Flaming

I love that both The Cure and Nine Inch Nails limited how often they would play their songs from this movie, despite both being frequently requested.

That is not murder strut. That is VENGEANCE WALKING

Ilyena_Sylph: i adore that they put the lyrics in the proper closed captions.

Ilyena_Sylph: i have such a love-hate with the fucking pawnshop owner and Tin-Tin and how much they despise each other. Ilyena_Sylph: like, it's just enjoyable in a truly bizarre way. Ilyena_Sylph: and gods, his sheer physical power.

I love the fight with Tin-Tin for showing how he is learning his abilities. I totally think "it's all in the reflexes" when he catches the knife.

Top Dollar and his sister are CREEPY. And I love it. Ilyena_Sylph: they are and it's gloriously terrible. Michael Wincott is still so pretty here.

Brandon Lee wasn't actually on the short list for the role. Lee himself convinced O'Barr. And then helped shape the final film creatively.

Torres is such a DICK.

Super strength, nigh-invulnerability, speed, animal senses, post-cognition…

Ilyena_Sylph: "jolly pirate nicknames!" "Is that gasoline I smell?" Creator cameo! (looter taking the TV)

Was it just me, or was there some Looks going on between Myca and T-Bird? Ilyena_Sylph: such a delightful little meeting there. Ilyena_Sylph: there were some interesting looks, for sure.

OH ERIC Touching her was SO HARD for his mind. Ilyena_Sylph: and doing anything good.

For those that never looked it up, the lady cop is Annabella. Tony Todd's character is Grange. Neither is named in the movie.

"Stop me if you've heard this one before…" I actually had not heard that joke before this movie, and I love it. I am sad they had to abbreviate the Fun Boy scene. But it works the way they handled it. We didn't actually NEED to see Eric interrogate him, though it served to show for every thing he did that wasn't directly part of the vengeance, it weakened him. (If you don't know, Fun Boy recovers enough before Eric is done to hurt him because of Eric healing Darla's addiction.)

I LOVE Albrecht. "You still have your hat on." Ilyena_Sylph: ACAB, but he tries not to be. Ilyena_Sylph: "Boo." He's what I used to believe cops were supposed to be. People who really wanted to make the world better. A fairy tale, in other words. OH ERIC. Ilyena_Sylph: "nothing is trivial." I LOVE THEIR DYNAMIC. "I thought I'd use your front door."

Now, I've never verified, but the sword Top Dollar uses here is the same blade from The Three Musketeers. I should get a copy of that to verify… Oh Gideon you dug your grave, insulting Myca. Ilyena_Sylph: "for fuck's sake, die, willya?!"

Actual Vinyl. But then, Detroit. Makes sense there would have still been vinyl presses running for the indie scene up there. eeriansadow: Yep

"Drive." Hello Henry Rollins. In the Yugo. Ilyena_Sylph: +giggle+ Coffee in the lap of an ACAB. Ilyena_Sylph: hot coffee to the crotch. Ilyena_Sylph: say what you will about Skank, he's loyal as fuck. crazy little bastard. Yes, he very much is. I love that T-Bird is actually the one that has to endure TERROR before his death. Fun Boy was too high to be really terrified, Tin-Tin didn't last long enough… Skank, yeah, he winds up having to watch the melee, but he ain't all there enough to really feel what T-Bird just did.

Ilyena_Sylph: Grange's 'what the fuuuuuuck' face perched at the edge of the opened grave. INDEED!

Ilyena_Sylph: oh, Darla. Yeah. Side note - Darla is a good character in the TV show.

Ilyena_Sylph: god i hate Torres. Yes, we do. Ilyena_Sylph: racist prick

The story BEHIND the reunion between Sarah and Eric HURTS. Ilyena_Sylph: ?? She filmed this after Brandon's death. Ilyena_Sylph: oH GODS YES "You're not dead, are you" to the CAT Ilyena_Sylph: WELL?! it's a reasonable question! Ilyena_Sylph: given her last 24 hours! And I always though Gabriel was touched by the supernatural because of the events.

The Skank scene with Grange and Top Dollar… Skank's actor played it well.

Sarah and Albrecht coming clean about Eric is so touching. Ilyena_Sylph: 'he can't be my friend because… because i'm alive.'

Thrill Kill Cult's song is so PERFECT for the coming scene. Jeff Imada, legendary stuntman and stunt coordinator. "Devil's night greeting cards." I love how Brandon MOVES. And the kill floor is live. Ilyena_Sylph: YES the change from the techno metal to the eerie music, the almost quiet around the bullets… Ilyena_Sylph: when did you become a shootist, Eric? (talking about Brandon's other roles) - Showdown in Little Tokyo? Or Rapid Fire

What was with the 90s and Helicopter chases over skylines? "So many cops, you'd think they were giving away donuts." Also, ALL the blood on Albrecht's car seat was a really good sign of his power waning. eeriansadow: It was, yes. Good visual storytelling

Sarah sleeping at the graves is just so her. He CAN'T tell her goodbye, because you don't get that chance before you die and can't take it after. And that is a promise she kept, about not taking off the ring, if I remember the second movie right. eeriansadow: I haven't watched the second in a LONG time but I believe you're right I think it gets taken off of her at one point? But. Just like Top Dollar just did to her. eeriansadow: Yeah

Metatextually (as Top Dollar will monologue in a few minutes), Eric's job WASN'T done. But oh he's waning on power. Ilyena_Sylph: but he thought it was Ilyena_Sylph: he didn't know. Yeah.

Albrecht to the RESCUE! Grange going down to Albrecht, when he was the enforcer for Top Dollar, the man behind most of Albrecht's cases, felt good. Ilyena_Sylph: yep And Myca, the mystic, dies at the actual crow's actions. Weather-vane versus sword…. Top Dollar is one of the best amoral villains in cinema. Ilyena_Sylph: and stupid enough to not be able to not gloat. Ilyena_Sylph: and make himself a justified target again. Well, Lawful Evil. He has rules, they're just… fucked up.

"I've been meaning to come to church anyway." And Albrecht pins it all on Top Dollar. Gotta love that.

MY HEART ALWAYS THUMPS SO HARD AT SHELLY COMING FOR ERIC. "For Brandon and Eliza" - yep, there's the tears now. eeriansadow: Yes. I always cry at the dedication

And new to me trivia - Eliza, his fiancée, was his assistant on the movie.

[pan-fried-autism]

Brother From The Same Childhood -- Chapter 1

Characters: Swap!Grem, Swap!Nikolai (@bowlerhatwearer) Swap!M0u5e, Swap!????????????

Summary: On what was supposed to be a fun, quiet movie night during a downpour, Grem and Nikolai encounter somebody more familiar than they think.

Pitter-patter-pitter-patter-pitter-patter.

The rain outside hit the window with their pleasant little rhythm.

Nikolai Akdow-Mewton lounged on the couch and listened, sighing contentedly.

It was a Tuesday night in March, about 9:50 pm. His child, M0u5e had decided to go to bed early. Grementine, his beloved husband and life partner, was busy getting something from their bedroom.

It was Impromptu Movie Night.

Grem's 37th birthday had been only a little over a week prior, and their friend Mothgo had given them a $50 gift card to their favourite VHS shop-- Valley Tapes. As such, Grem had spent the entire card in three trips.

Tonight, they’d be watching something that Grem had told Nikolai he would “like a whole damn lot, I promise!”

He didn’t doubt them.

They were going to put on some popcorn, too. Grementine never watches the popcorn, though— they preferred to spend the two minutes with their face snuggled against his shoulder as they purred lovingly. Secretly, he wished that Gremmy would actually watch the popcorn… but he liked cuddles more than pointing that out.

Nikolai then heard the familiar sound of small feet thumping against the floorboards, as Grem ran out of the bedroom and leaped onto the couch.

Something was hidden behind his back.

“Hi Nik!!” They chirped at him with glee.

“Hello, strawberry.” Nikolai replied, using his pet name for Grem.

The cat sat closer to him, still hiding something.

“Soooo ya know that VHS store I’m single handed keeping open?” They started.

The human rolled his eyes lovingly. “Yes, I’m aware of Valley Tapes.”

“Wellllll… I got something new for us to watch now. It’s the thing I said you’d like.”

“Oh, really? This is a big surprise to me.” He joked.

It was now Grems turn to roll his eyes as he produced the item behind his back.

It was a VHS case. On the cover was a young woman— a Jack Russell terrier, Nik thought— with a look of anguish and tragedy on her face. The dress she wore was ruffled, red, and fancy. To her right was a badger man, equally as anguished. His clothes were just as fancy (if a little plainer) and he carried a musket. In the background was a large, fancy grey brick house, surrounded by luscious green grass and trees. The flowery writing on the cover read ‘Love on Briggenbury Manor’.

Nikolai couldn’t help chuckling as he took it in.

“Grementine, what is this?” He asked, amusement coating his every word.

The cat made a huffy noise. “It’s a cult classic, Nikolai. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more.”

“Do tell.”

“It’s about tragedy and love in Victorian era England! It’s about the lovely upper class Anabellizabeth Williambury and her upper middle class boytoy Roginald Depperdander, and their relationship. But there’s hardships, Nik— HARDSHIPS! There’s a gigantic class divide between them—“ Grems hands started flapping a bit as they spoke more— “What with Anabells family being able to afford imported tea, and Roginalds family having to grow their own. Plus, the Crimean War has being going on, and Roggie has been sent to go. So while Anabel laments during the summer in the manor, she at least has three bosom chums to play with— her aunt Lady Jessica Victoria Waltenbaltenchester III who owns the manor. She has a mysteriously dead husband and a lifetime of wisdom to share. There’s also Nancy Stratforduponavon, one of the manors maids and Anabels personal servant. Her real name is Helena and her family used to be rich but everyone keeps forgetting her name. There’s also the BAD GUY… Gilbert Pettyburrow! His father, Wilbert Pettyburrow IV, owns land in ~America~, and Gilbert’s wants to kiss up on her and take her there! While that’s going on we learn that rich people have problems too. It’s great.”

Grem took several deep breaths after he finished infodumping.

Nikolai couldn't help but narrow his eyes a bit.

"... and why is this a cult classic?"

"Uh, because it's great? And also historically inaccurate?"

"It is?"

"Yeah. The Crimean War ended in March of 1856, but the movie takes place in the summer of that year."

"Grem, I love you, but I still can't see how this got a following."

"Maybe if ya watched the freaking movie, ya'd know!"

Nikolai scritched Grem's head, getting a purr from the feline.

"Alright, Grem, I believe you. Let's watch the movie."

The cat jumped up excitedly, tail swishing around.

"Great! I'll close the curtains and make the popcorn, you sit there and look handsome."

Nikolai giggled behind his hand as Grem scurried over to the window.

As they grabbed the curtains, however... they saw something outside.

Grem squinted a bit to get a look.

A figure was slowly walking down the sidewalk, slightly obscured by the heavy rain. They looked like they had something on their back.

Grem muttered confusions under his breath. Who the hell would be walking outside right now?

"Um, sweetie pie?" Grem called behind him, "There's someone outside in the rain."

From the couch, Nikolai looked towards the window with a raised eyebrow.

"Really? It's a strange time to go on a walk, let alone the rain."

"Yeah..."

Grem looked back at the window as the person got a bit closer.

The person had... spikes? Or quills, and a backpack. Probably a hedgehog or porcupine or something. The backpack had a pattern on it. It looked like... Spongebob? The soaked t-shirt they wore had a Nickelodeon logo, too. The sweatpants weren't special, though.

Plus, they seemed a bit short-- about Grem's height.

The cat hummed in concern before looking back at Nikolai.

"Nikolai, I... I think we should let em in."

Nik sat up, visibly a bit concerned.

"Grementine, are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked, "We don't know who this is at all. This may not end very well."

"But... I think that's a kid out there."

Nikolai, still looking concerned, came up to the window and took a look.

The person outside had stopped walking. They were standing and shivering, arms hugged tightly around their torso.

Nikolai made his own hum.

"... you may be right, strawberry." he admitted.

Grem and Nikolai were silent for a moment, still watching the outsider.

Finally, Grem spoke up again.

"So... should we?"

"I think that... would be best."

Grem nodded and hurried to the door, opening it and letting in the cold, wet night air.

"Hey!" he called out to the outsider.

The person looked at Grem just as they took another step.

They were a hedgehog (... and purple, for some reason). The face on them was one of fear and sogginess.

"... Hello." they called back.

The voice was a little high pitched, but it sounded like it was on the verge of deepening. In a puberty-ish way.

Ok, that IS a kid. Shit, Grem thought to themself. He shouted again.

"What are you doing out in the rain?!"

The kid looked off to the side. The fear deepened on their face.

They didn't reply for several seconds... barring a loud cough.

Grem gave the kid a look of sympathy as they shouted once more.

"Are you a runaway?"

The kids face creased with worry fast enough for Grem to know.

They looked down as they spoke again. Not a shout, but just loud enough for Grem to hear--

"... Please don't call the police."

The poor kid.

Grem looked back into his nice warm house, Nik looking at him expectantly.

He looked back at the teenager in the rain.

"Look... I'm not gonna call the police. Just-- come out of the rain for a bit. Come inside. We have blankets and no rain."

The kid looked unsure. Several thoughts seemed to race in their mind as they said nothing for a bit.

Eventually, they responded.

"... Are you sure it's okay?" they asked, uneasy, "I don't wanna be a bother."

"Don't worry 'bout it. If ya stay out here, you'll catch your death-- or worse, pneumonia!"

The kid looked down to their shoes.

Finally, they shrugged.

"... Okay."

...........................

The kid was now on their couch.

He (he had informed Grem of pronouns when asked) had a blanket draped over and wrapped around his shivering form, and a mug of hot cocoa in his hands.

Grem could see other things about the kid. His eyes had a sort of... sadness to them. His quills were pretty messy, like he hadn't brushed 'em in a while. His arms were pretty skinny, too. In fact, his clothes seemed to just hang off him.

Nikolai sat next to him with a look of concern, cup of decaf coffee in hand.

"Thanks for letting me sit for a while." the boy spoke, taking a sip of his cocoa.

"Nothin' to it," Grem replied, "EVERYONE should have shelter in this weather."

"I coulda found a bus shelter. Slept on the bench."

"No offense kid, but ya'd probably die if ya did that."

"... You have a point."

"Even if you did find a comfortable bus shelter, what would you eat?" Nikolai added.

The kid pulled up his backpack.

"Don't worry about me. I come prepared!"

He started pulling things from the bag.

Soon, on the living room table, there were several things-- half a box of crackers, a jar of peanut butter, a bag of crumbled bills and coins, a bottle of water about a quarter full, and a pocket knife.

Nothing else.

Nikolai's face turned to one of alarm.

"Did... is that all you packed?" he inquired.

The boys face turned red with embarassment. "... I could have bought food at the Dollar Tree."

Nikolai, though flabbergasted, tried to keep a steady voice as he spoke again.

"Kid... this is not a meal. This-- this isn't even a snack. As our guest, I insist on making you something warm. Even if it's just instant mac n cheese, or a frozen pizza."

The boy gave him a surprised look... surprised yet grateful.

"Mac and cheese, if that's okay."

He nodded. "But of course."

Nikolai got up, went to the kitchen, and began the preparation.

While he made the food, he periodically looked into the living room. Though all he really saw was Grem and the boy talking, he kind of noticed something... the kid seemed more comfortable talking to Grem than him.

Nikolai wasn't entirely sure why. Maybe it was because he was human? Maybe it was the visible scars?

He tried not to think about it.

In roughly 15 minutes, Nikolai returned to the living room with a bowl of Kraft Dinner for the kid, along with a fork.

He placed it on the coffee table with a flourish and a "bon appetit."

The boy thanked him, and took a bite of the macaroni... before tearing into it like a starving lion.

Nikolai couldn't help but watch the teen devour the shit out of the mac and cheese. He'd never seen someone eat mac and cheese so ferociously before. Him and Grem's friend/next door neighbour, Mothgo, made absolutely delicious mac and cheese, and not even Grem ate it that fast.

He really was starving.

Once the boy came up for air (and subsequently ate the last bite), Nikolai could only say, "... do you want seconds?"

He gave Nik a smile.

"Yes please, mister."

"I'll get it!" Grem piped up.

As the cat scurried into the kitchen, Nikolai sat next to the boy again.

"Hey," he began, "You seem quite desperate, yes? How much money did you have left in that baggie?"

The boy opened his mouth... but closed it as he reached for the sandwich baggie. He silently counted the money before answering.

"$12.55."

"That's not enough to get by, young man." he said, a grimness in his tone.

"I mean... they have a dollar menu at McDonalds, right?" the boy suggested sheepishly.

"But then what? What happens when you run out?"

"I'm almost 15, I can get a job! Probably. I can hang out in a homeless shelter and-- and get a job doing something."

Nikolai shook his head. "You'd still need a resume. You'd need contacts for the resume, too."

The boy said nothing as Grem came back with more macaroni.

Nik looked at Grementine for a second, before going over to him.

"Grem, can we talk privately?" he whispered to his husband.

"Oh, yeah sure." The cat replied, equally quiet.

While the boy in their house tore into the second bowl, Grem and Nikolai went to the kitchen where they continued whispering.

"Grem, I think this kid really did run away from something. I don't know what, but... just look at him. He seems pretty desperate. I think it would be in his best interest if-- if we could maybe let him stay for the night. Maybe tomorrow, too. We still have the air mattress, yeah? He could sleep on that. I just... I think something's wrong."

Grem gained a thoughtful look. Nikolai was pretty sure what it was about-- they both (unfortunately) knew a lot about scary situations and wanting to leave them. They shared some stories of desperation, too.

Finally, Grem took a deep breath.

"You're right, that's a good idea. Let's go tell the kid."

Both of them went back to the living room. Grem cleared his throat, making the kid turn around as macaroni fell out of his stuffed mouth.

"Kid, me and my hubby here just had a talk. We were wondering... did ya maybe want to stay the night? It's no problem for us, if you're wondering. We got an air mattress and some pillows and blankets. It's gonna be raining all night, and we'd rather see ya somewhere warm and safe."

The kid swallowed his food as a look of relief and... and safety appeared on him. Like he wasn't used to it.

"That... that would be amazing. Yeah." he breathed out.

"Good!" chirped Nikolai. He went back to sitting on the couch and picked up his coffee again, taking small sips.

Grem hopped up onto the couch on the kid's other side.

"Hey, what's your name, by the way?" they inquired. "Still not gonna call the police, by the way-- just curious."

A deep frown appeared on the kid's face as he sighed and responded.

"Quillin.

"Quillin Mewton."

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Script for a mouse 3 musketeers movie below the break

Woman: Set dresser to the stage.

Man #1: Check lights.

Man #2: Hey, where’s that turtle with my narrator?

Troubadour: Singing, singing, singing, singing all day long When I’m singing, there is nothing that is wrong Musketeers, hey! La-la-la-la-la-la-la

Woman: Talent to the set, please.

Man: We’re live in 60 seconds.

Troubadour: 60 seconds!

Woman: Where’s the narrator?

Troubadour: Monsieur Narrator. Monsieur Narrator! M-m-monsieur! Monsieur, it is time! Monsieur. Pardonnez-moi. But today is the day, right, monsieur? Because you promised I can sing my songs… about the musketeers, right? Ahem... All for one… Hey!

But, monsieur, you promised. Oh, no, no. No, no, no. Monsieur. Monsieur. Monsieur, wait! Wait! The stage is…

Whoa!

This way.

Crew: Let’s have some quiet, people. Five seconds to air. Cue music. And… action! What’s that turtle doing? Where’s the narrator? We’re live. Just go with it. Hey, you. Don’t just sit there like a turtle. Do something! You’re on camera! For crying out loud, say something!

Troubadour: Allo.

Crew: Tell the story.

Troubadour: Today, I will tell you the story of… "The Three Musketeers"! This is my favourite version… the one with pictures. And, of course, my songs. Our story begins… in the gutter… where poor young street urchins Mickey, Donald, and Goofy… struggled to survive. Zut alors! Bad guys. Will anyone defend these innocent children? Anyone! Anyone! Anyone! Well, anyone? The royal musketeers! Yes! And after the dust settles… a kindly musketeer gives Mickey a gift. Don’t worry, Mickey. You ‘ll grow into it. From that day on, Mickey, Donald, and Goofy… dreamed of being great musketeers. But as the years passed… their dream was still as far away as ever. You see, before their dream can come true… our three heroes must learn the real meaning… of the musketeer creed… all for one and one for all! And I just happen to have a song about this!

Troubadour & Musketeers (singing): All for one, hey! All for one and one for all Musketeers sing All for one and one for all If you dare to Cross our path, prepare to fall ‘Cause we’ll fight you All for one and one for all And all for one and one for all And all for one and all So, if you think you ‘d care to Kick some derriere, you Know that as a musketeer, you ‘d be so fearsome If you believe you ‘re manly Come and join our family Soon we’ll make sure you ‘re a musketeer

Mickey: Aw, look at them, fellas. That’s gonna be us out there someday. I just know it.

Goofy: I can’t wait.

Donald: Yeah. Me, too.

Musketeers (singing): All for one, all men of honour, hear my call Musketeers sing all for one and one for all All for one, hey, all for one and one for all All for one and all for one and one for all And all for one and one for all And all for one and all

Troubador: All for one and one for all!

Mickey: Yes, sir. Janitors today, musketeers tomorrow.

Pluto: (barks)

Mickey: Hey, my lucky musketeer hat. Oh, thanks, boy. Remember when the musketeers gave me this hat, Pluto? They even autographed it. See?

I can’t wait to be a great big hero.

Careful, Goofy.

Goofy: Sorry, Mickey. I can’t wait to be a musketeer, neither… ‘cause I got plenty of good ideas. The musketeers can use a clever fella like me. Yipe!

Mickey: Hey, Donald, how about you?

Donald: Are you kidding? Musketeers need guys like me that are brave!

Mickey: Yeah, and they need guys that are brave, too.

Donald: That’s what I said… brave.

Pete: Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sirree. I’ve been looking forward to this all month.

Goofy: Maybe I can sand it out.

Mickey: Almost…

Pete: A… I’m adorable, B… I’m so beautiful What?

Mickey: Almost… got it.

I got it!

Goofy, look out!

Mickey, Donald, & Goofy (in unison): Captain Pete.

Pete: Now listen, you yardsticks. I am sick and tired of your screw-ups. You guys are hopeless. I leave you for five minutes… and I come back to a disaster!

Mickey: Well, we were practicing our teamwork… so we can be good musketeers.

Pete: Musketeers? That’s priceless.

Mickey: But we could work really hard… and prove ourselves, Captain Pete… and then would you let us be musketeers?

Pete: Well, there’s three things wrong with that. One… You ‘re a coward. Two…

Voice: We’re sorry. The number you‘ve reached has been disconnected.

Pete: You‘re a doofus. And, as for you… well, you ‘re just too small. Why, I wouldn’t have you yahoos as musketeers… even if you were the last recruits… in all of my beloved France! So, you won’t need this, will you? Yeah. Here, kid. Have a ball. Have a ball! That’s a good one! I’m going to send that one in to the Digest.

Minnie: He loves me. He loves me… a lot. He loves me. He loves me even more. He loves me.

Daisy: Pardon me, Your Highness… you ‘re kind of mangling that flower. Who’s the… lucky guy?

Minnie: My one true love. I’ll find him someday. He’s out there. I just know it.

Daisy: This fantasy man… do you happen to know if he’s royalty?

Minnie: Does it matter?

Daisy: Well, as you know… someone of your royal stature must be courted… by a gentleman of royal blood.

Minnie: What a royal pain.

Daisy: Your highness, you ‘re gonna have… to pick someone sooner or later. I mean, tick-tock, huh?

Minnie: Daisy, I can’t pick someone I’m not in love with.

Daisy: You want love? Buy a dog. Besides, the perfect guy… isn’t gonna just walk through the door… and even if he does… how are you gonna know he’s the one?

Minnie: I’ll know. Just imagine. He’ll stride into the room. A light will glow from him. I’ll hear music. He’ll bring me flowers. He’ll sweep me off my feet. And I’ll know he’s the one when he makes me laugh.

Daisy: Your majesty, forgive me for saying so… but that sounds… just lovely.

Minnie: Trust me, Daisy. I’ll know him when I see him. Why… bonjour.

Troubadour: A romantic princess deserves a romantic song, no?

Troubadour (singing): Just around the corner, seeking you Puppy love is tripping lightly into view Hiding in the hedgerows Sneaking up on tiptoes Love’s first kiss is blissfully About to capture you Just around the corner, wafting close Love is creeping nearer than you might suppose So sit still and wait now Let love choose your fate now Take a pause, don’t run because It’s right behind you Let love find you Young love It’s love, love, love, love, love Love so lovely What can you say to love But love? Maybe on the rooftops, climbing high Somewhere just above you, love is hovering by Love is in a rush to Smear you, smash you, smush you Love will crush you into mush When you ‘re the bull’s-eye, you ‘ll get hit by Young love Your first, your only love Love so…

Daisy: Excuse me. Your Grace?

Troubadour: How can you stand it so…

Daisy: Your Highness!

Beagle Boys: Who’s gonna tell the bloomin’ boss the bad news?

Don’t look at me. I ain’t saying nothing. You tell him.

Me? I told him last time, you silly twit. And I don’t believe in doing it twice.

Oy, here’s an idea. Shorty, you tell him.

Tell him what?

That we… you know, botched the job.

He’s not going to like that. Hello there.

Pete: It don’t look good… when only one shows up. Does it, small fry?

Beagle Boys: Blimey. I can’t hear nothing but step, clop, step, clop.

Have a gander at monstro’s better side.

He has something to tell you, boss.

Pete: It better be good news.

Beagle Boys: Well, we did exactly what you said to do… and dropped a safe on the princess.

Pete: You what? I didn’t say, "Drop a safe," you dolt. I said, "Keep her safe."

Beagle Boys: Well, that’s good… because we missed her.

Pete: Now listen, you mutts. I got a plan. And it ain’t to kill the princess. It’s to kidnap her.

Beagle Boys: Huh?

Pete: The opera? it’s tomorrow night.

(operatic singing)

Pete: The princess has got to be gone by then… or I can’t become king.

Beagle Boys: Oh!

I… don’t get it.

Pete: Lieutenant Clarabelle!

Clarabelle: Oui, oui, mon capitaine. You bellowed?

Pete: Throw these clowns into the pit!

Clarabelle: Oui, oui! Le pit!

Beagle Boys: No!

Not that!

Anything but le pit!

Clarabelle: Bon voyage… losers.

Beagle Boys: (screaming)

Not so bad.

Clarabelle: Bonjour. Pete’s secret lair. Clarabelle speaking. The princess?!

Musketeers (chanting): All for one All men of honour, hear the call Musketeers sing all for one and one for all

Pete: Your Highness. So glad you could grace us with your royal omnipresences.

Minnie: I want bodyguards!

Pete: Oh...

Minnie: Musketeer bodyguards.

Musketeers: Villains, bad guys run in fear When they see the musketeers Savin’ Minnie is our duty Mess with her, we’ll kick your…

Pete: Ouch. Bodyguards. Absolutely. Let me check my schedule here. How about next Thursday?

Minnie: How about ten minutes? At the palace! Get me bodyguards, Captain Pete!

Goofy: Pancakes, cornflakes, scrambled eggs Buttered toast and apple jam Tonight it’s meat, I hope it’s spam...

Mickey & Donald: Goofy! Slow down!

Pete: Princess, you‘re in luck. Have I got the men for you.

Minnie: Well, I hope so. Thanks to your incompetence… this whole thing has been a pain in the neck!

Pete: I’ll show you a pain in the neck.

Oh, boy.

Mickey: Hey, Donald. Don’t worry about what Captain Pete said. Cheer up. I’m sure there’s some way… we can become musketeers.

Goofy: We can?

Mickey: Hey, Goof, you know we can prove Pete’s wrong about us… if we just work hard and stick together.

Goofy: You really think so?

Mickey: Hey, have I ever let you down? Have I? Have I? Have I? No. Just imagine, guys.

Mickey: Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow… but someday Captain Pete’s gonna march in here and say…

Pete: Congratulations, boys! You passed the test. I’ve been watching you three… and I’ll tell you what. You guys have got what it takes to be musketeers!

Mickey: Really? You mean it?

Pete: Cross my heart.

Mickey: Oh, boy! Hey, fellas! We’re gonna be musketeers! Musketeers! Musketeers!

I knew we had what it takes.

Goofy: ‘Cause we’re clever.

Donald: And brave.

Mickey: And together we are gonna be great big heroes. What do you say, men? All for one…

Goofy: And two for tea!

Pete: Yeesh.

Mickey: Well, we’ll work on it.

Pete: Hup, deux, trois, quatre. Hup, deux, trois, quatre. Hup, deux, trois, quatre. Hup, deux, trois, quatre. Company… halt! Stay here whilst I go schmooze Princess what’s-her-name.

Mickey: Wow. This is it, guys. This is what we’ve been waiting for all our lives. Now, when these doors open… we’ve got to make a great first impression.

OK. Remember, fellas, we’re on duty… and this place could be crawling with bad guys.

Donald: Bad guys?!

Mickey: So stay alert!

Donald: You heard him. Stay alert!

Goofy: Aye, aye, sir.

Bad guy! No!

Mickey: Goofy!

Goofy: Gosh. He pulled an ax on me.

Pete: Your Royal Highness, I have never, ever had… a more highly skilled group of gentlemen… than the individuals which I present to you today.

Daisy: Seems like this is gonna take a while. I’ll go get you a little snack.

Pete: It took my highly trained eye to see their true potential.

Minnie: Yes. Well, France thanks you and your eye very much.

Pete: Well, then it is without further ado… that I present, for your complete safety… and protection… your musketeers!

Minnie (lovestruck): Just imagine. He’ll stride into the room. Light will glow from him. I’ll hear music. He’ll bring me flowers. And he’ll sweep me off my feet. And I’ll know he’s the one when he makes me laugh.

Daisy: Your Majesty, it’s time to cut the cheese.

Minnie (snapped out of her fantasy): What?

Daisy: Here we are. Roquefort, anyone?

Goofy: Knife!

Donald: Bad guy!

Mickey: Grab her!

Daisy: Oh, no.

Help!

Minnie: Unhand her! Release her! Stop it!

Drop her! She is my lady-in-waiting!

Pete: You ‘ll have to forgive them, Your Highness. They’re like a well-oiled machine… that’s wound just a little too tight.

Mickey: We’re sorry, Your Grace. We thought she was a villain.

Daisy: I don’t think so.

Minnie: Oh. I see. Well, then… I feel safer already.

Troubador: Oh, no. When the bad guy is that happy, it always, always means… Bad guy song!

Pete (singing): I was born to cheat and lie I’m a mean, rotten guy When you ask me why I’m nasty Here’s my reason why At that stork delivery, Mommy screamed "Woe is me, such a dork" "Hey, Mr Stork, behold my misery" "Pete is ghastly, Pete’s a blob" "Pete’s a nasty, naughty slob" Can it, sister, I’m the mister who will get the job So I’m nasty, I’m no good, I’ll be king, knock on wood I’ll impress ya, though I’m just a common lowly hood, ha! If you can’t be loved, be feared Don’t get shoved, sheep get sheared Be the king, pull the strings Or else you might get smeared I’m so happy I could dance, seize my chance, I’ll advance Come and cheer me, love and fear me Petey’s king of France, ha ha

Evening, trusted lieutenant. Watch out for the bricks.

Clarabelle: What?

Pete (singing): Come and cheer me, love and fear me Petey’s king of France

Why’d the music stop?

Hello, boys.

Think you might have some spare time… to go and snatch the princess?

Beagle Boys: Yeah, I think.

Pete: Well, quit thinking and do it! The opera’s tomorrow night!

(operatic singing)

Pete: ....The job’s got to be done by then! Remember?

Beagle Boys: How can we help?

Pete: I want you to grab her, find a remote tower somewhere… and lock her away forever… so as no one can ever find her again! You got me, dingbats?

Beagle Boys: Sure thing, boss.

Mickey: Isn’t this musketeering stuff great?

Donald: You bet!

Minnie: Isn’t it romantic, Daisy… being protected by three dashing musketeers? And the little one is so handsome.

Daisy: Yeah… he’s kind of cute and all… but you ‘re forgetting something. They’re musketeers, commoners, non-college-bound. You know what that means.

Minnie: Our love is… forbidden?

Daisy: Bingo.

Minnie: A forbidden love. How romantic.

Mickey: Bad guys!

Donald: Bad guys!

Goofy: Bad guys?

Mickey: Yikes! OK, you. En garde.

Beagle Boys: En garde? French words make me mad!

Daisy: Get out there and fight, you coward!

Goofy: You fellas seen any bad guys around here?

Beagle Boys: Ooh. How about this bad guy?

Mickey: Goofy!

Beagle Boys: Hit the road, tiny.

Donald: Mickey!

Beagle Boys: Boo!

Mickey: Princess!

Now how are we going to protect the princess?

Donald: Protect the princess? Are you kidding? It’s hopeless. We failed.

Goofy: Hopeless? Failed?

Donald: There, there, pal. Here. Blow.

Mickey: Well, I don’t think we’re hopeless. Listen, Captain Pete has faith in us.

Goofy: He does? I mean, he does!

Mickey: Pete made us musketeers, remember?

Donald: Yeah! We’re musketeers!

Mickey: That’s right, just like we dreamed when we were kids. So, what do you say? Are we a team?

Goofy: Count me in, Mickey!

Donald: Me, too! Me, too!

Mickey: We’re off to save the princess! No obstacle too big!

Goofy: Yeah!

Mickey: No danger too great!

Donald: You said it!

Mickey: Together, we’ll save the princess or die trying!

Donald: ...die? Die?

Mickey: Hey, Goof, this door won’t budge!

Goofy: Let me give it a go!

Mickey: Hey, Goof, wait. I got it…

Beagle Boys: What the heck was that?

Goofy: Door’s open.

Beagle Boys: Oy, what we do about them musketeers?

We’s 87 floors up. It’ll be hours before they’s on us.

Mickey (out of breath): Hold it right… there. You… fiends!

Beagle Boys: Sling them birds in their cage.

Minnie & Daisy: (screaming)

Mickey: Your Highness!

Beagle Boys: Let’s have a bit of fun with these blighters, eh?

Mickey: Let’s get ‘em!

Beagle Boys: Oi!

Donald: Stop! Let the girls go!

Beagle Boys: You feel lucky, ducky?

Beagle Boys: Hang about. Is that Halley’s comet?

Goofy: Halley’s comet! Where?

Mickey: Let me go! Let me go! I’ll slice you to ribbons!

Goofy: What the…

Mickey: My sword!

Beagle Boys: (laughs)

Mickey: Goofy, we got to do something quick… or the princess is done for.

Beagle Boys: It’s all over. Looks like you blokes got in over your heads… (echoes)

Mickey: What are you planning, Goof?

Goofy: I got an idea. You with me?

Mickey: You bet.

Goofy: Hot soup, coming through!

Beagle Boys: That was a bit of a barney, wasn’t it?

Mickey, Goofy, Minnie & Daisy: Oh! Ow!

Goofy: Did we do it?

Mickey: Yeah! We did it! The three of us did it!

Mickey & Goofy: All for one and…

Mickey: Wait. Where’s Donald?

Donald: We did it? Well, alright! Hurray! We did it!

Mickey, Donald & Goofy: Yippee! Wa-hoo!

Daisy: (clears throat)

Mickey: Let me just… kind of tight. Whoa! Oops.

Minnie: (laughs)

Troubadour: Mickey made her laugh… so she knew he was the one. But will their love bloom on the way back to Paris? Perhaps… if I sing them a song.

Troubadour (singing): Afloat on the breeze On wings of love Like birds and like bees Sweet wings of love The first day we met On wings of love We watched the sun set Sweet wings of love And if by some chance Some twist of fate We’re chasing romance It’s not too late It’s heaven’s design, you ‘ll be mine Hands entwined on wings of love Of love A real-life fairy tale Fairy tale Down the streams of life we sail Life we sail And our world in twilight gleams Twilight gleams Like the light in your eyes Inside my dreams Your whisper lightly tickling my ear It’s Paris, ah, in the spring Spring, spring, spring, spring I feel so giddy, one thing is clear You stir my heart to sing Don’t take your hand from mine Hand from mine Just hold tight until you find You ‘re the light I’m dreaming of Dreaming of And I’m waiting for you on wings of love

Minnie: Bonne nuit.

Troubadour (singing): Waiting for you on wings… Lovely little wings Of love On wings of love Ah, young love.

Pete: I got a problem! Those three chowderheads have proven tougher than I thought.

Beagle Boys: Yeah? So?

Pete: So quit hanging around. We’ve got a change of plans, see. Now we’re gonna have to pull the switcheroo… tomorrow night… at the opera.

(operatic singing again)

Pete: That little ditty is starting to grow on me.

Now listen. To get to the princess… we’re gonna have to pick those guys off one by one.

Minnie: Mickey and Minnie Mouse. Look, Daisy. Mickey and I have the same last name. (sighs)

Daisy: Well, it must be destiny. Good thing destiny doesn’t control my love life.

Minnie: What do you mean?

Daisy: Well, look at me. If it did… I’d get stuck with Mister… (imitates Donald)

Minnie & Daisy: (laughs)

Goofy: Two, three… four. Two, three… four. Bad guys.

Clarabelle (imitating Mickey): Attention, Musketeer Goofy.

Goofy: Mickey, is that you?

Clarabelle (imitating Mickey): Yes, Musketeer Goofy. I am in need of your assistance.

Goofy: You sure are talking funny.

Clarabelle (imitating Mickey): I was eating escargot and uh... peanut butter.

Goofy: Hey, save some for me!

Clarabelle (imitating Mickey): Over here. Follow me, Goofy.

Clarabelle (evil laugh): Moo-ahaha!

Goofy: Mickey!

Clarabelle (imitating Mickey): You're almost there.

Goofy: Mickey! Doggone! Where’d he go? Mickey! Mickey! Uh oh...

Donald: Quack, two, three, four. Quack, two, three… Quack! Hello, handsome.

What the…

Beagle Boys: Booga booga!

Booga booga!

Booga booga booga booga booga!

Donald: Beat it, you guys.

Beagle Boys: I told you twits these Pete masks wouldn’t work. Let’s go to plan "B."

Donald: Hey, you ‘re the bad guys! Don’t move!

Uh oh.

What’s going on?

Uh oh.

Pete: (laughs)

Donald: Captain Pete!

Pete: I’m in such a good mood.

Come back here, you little bird beak!

Pluto: (barks)

Mickey: Pluto. Pluto, slow down, boy. What is it? Whoa! Hey, where’s Goofy? Donald!

Something strange is going on here.

Donald: Psst. Psst.

Mickey: Who’s there? You better come out of there, or I’m coming in after you! Donald? What’s the big idea? Come down from there! Why aren’t you at your post?

Donald: We got to get Goofy and get out of here!

Mickey: Goofy? Where is he? He's not at his post either.

Donald: Oh, no! He’s already got Goofy!

Mickey: Wait! Who’s got Goofy? Donald… stop! Donald, are you nuts? What’s going on?

Donald: Pete is gonna kidnap Princess Minnie so he can become king because he’s really a bad guy and he has a secret lair, and it’s really dark and scary! So the point is he’s gonna kill us if we get in his way! So we should run now as far away as we can!

Mickey: Donald, I can’t understand a word you say.

Donald: No!

Mickey: Put me down! Whoa! We can’t leave our posts like this! What would Captain Pete say?

Donald: Captain Pete is the bad guy!

Mickey: Captain Pete is the bad guy?

Donald: What?

Mickey: Pete’s trying to kidnap the princess?

Donald: Exactly!

Mickey: But, he made us musketeers.

Donald: It was all a lie.

Mickey: A lie? (becomes stern) Well, lie or no lie, musketeers don’t run from danger. And as long as we wear these uniforms, neither do we!

Donald: You said it. It’s every duck for himself!

Mickey: Donald, wait! Together, we can stop Captain Pete. Remember how we rescued the princess?

Donald: I was hiding.

Mickey: Hiding? Well… tonight, you came back to warn us… and that took courage, Donald. Come on. I’ll be right beside you… because we’re friends.

Donald: I just can’t. I’m sorry.

Mickey: Donald! Donald.

Thanks, boy. What is it? What is it, boy?

Pete: (laughs) Well, well, well. If it ain’t the one musketeer.

Mickey: Captain Pete, by the power vested in me as a musketeer… I arrest you, mister!

Pete: That’s a good one! Well, how about this? By the power invested in my fist, I clobber you!

Hey there! Hi there! Ho there! You ‘re as welcome as can be! (laughs)

Oopsie. I am such a butterfingers.

Mickey: Hey! Put me down! Don’t make me have to whoop you!

Pete: OK, OK, fine. Just hold still, you runt! Well, Mickey... it looks like this is the end of the line. (laughs)

Mickey: Think so? My pals will be right behind us.

Pete: Oh, sure. Uh-huh. The duck dumped you. Remember?

Mickey: Well… Goofy then!

Pete: The goof? He’s getting fitted for a halo.

Mickey (hopeless): No, no, no.

Pete: Yes, yes, yes! Face it, Mickey… it’s all for one… and you are on your own! Enjoy your brief stay here at the Mont St. Michel. You know, they say the tide comes in faster than horses! So long, runt! I got me tickets to the opera… a little something called… "I Just Can’t Wait to be King." (laughs)

Clarabelle: This is it, handsome. Get ready for the big sleep, the river of no return… the long day’s journey into night. (laughs)

Goofy: Gosh. Your sweet voice is music to my ears.

Clarabelle: Huh?

Goofy (singing): Your chains of love now hold me tight Your bovine beauty makes my heart take flight

Clarabelle (singing): You will not change my mind one smidge I’m going to drop you screaming off this bridge

Goofy: Clarabelle, you drive me nuts!

Chorus (singing): His love’s so sweet, his love’s so blind

Clarabelle (singing): Poor Goof…

Chorus (singing): You have to kill him, or he'll change your mind.

Clarabelle (singing): Poor grunge

Chorus (singing): Say farewell, to that goof poor grunge

Clarabelle (singing): Farewell

Chorus (singing): Cause it's your duty that he

Clarabelle & Chorus (singing): Takes the plunge

Goofy (singing): My milkmaid miss, you charm my soul You leave me utterly beyond control Call me a goof, but one thing’s clear Your melodious moo is music to my ears!

Chorus (singing): He's no Don Juan

Clarabelle (singing): He’s not real smart And yet he’s touched my little cowhide heart

Clarabelle & Chorus (singing): He loves my moo,

Clarabelle (singing): my cow-like gaze His numskull charm Has set my heart Ablaze

Clarabelle: Hurry, my love. You don’t have much time. Your friend Mickey is in dire peril.

Goofy: No, he’s not. He’s in the musketeers.

Clarabelle: I mean he’s in danger.

Donald: I’ll be a musketeer when cows fall from the sky. What? Uh oh!

Goofy: We’re coming, Mickey!

Donald: Put me down! Put me down! Goofy! Pete’s gonna kill us!

Goofy: Pete or no Pete, Mickey’s our pal, and we got to save him. All for one and one for all, remember? I know it’s the most hideous house of torture in all of France… but we’re going in there!

Gosh, Pluto. Could this be the end of the three musketeers?

Troubadour and chorus (singing): This is the end This is the end That Donald Duck has left poor Mickey Mouse to drown And Goofy trusted him, but Donald let him down We all berate him because we hate him He is a traitor, vacillator He’s a lousy second-rater Mangy mallard, he’s a coward Donald’s destiny has soured, it’s the end

Donald: I’ll show you, dirty tortoise!

Troubadour: That way, tiger.

Donald: Wait for me! Thanks for the song.

Goofy: Donald!

Donald: Come on! We’ve got to save Mickey!

Goofy: We’re coming, Mickey!

Mickey.

Donald: Mickey?

Goofy: Mickey, come back to us, pal. I think he’s coming out of it.

Mickey: Donald? Goofy? Pete told me you were a goner.

Goofy: Shucks. I ain’t… …Going nowhere without you, Mick.

Donald: Hey!

Mickey: Aw, pal. You came back.

Donald: Aw… of course I did.

Goofy: We wouldn’t let you down, Mick. We’re your friends.

Donald: Yeah. Come on. We’ve got to save the princess. Don’t you remember? All for one…

Goofy: Yeah.

Mickey: Aw, fellas, we’re not even real musketeers.

Goofy: Not real musketeers? Who says so? Listen, Donald might be a big chicken…

Donald: Hey!

Goofy: And you ‘re just a little guy… and I ain’t no genius, but I know one thing. When the three of us stick together…

Donald: We can do anything.

Mickey: And not Pete…

Goofy: Or nobody else can stop us!

Mickey: Musketeers, we’ve got a princess to rescue. Come on, Goof! Come on, Donald!

Donald: I’m right behind you!

Beagle Boys: Princess Minnie.

Your Grace.

Minnie: Captain Pete?

Pete: Bonjourney, princess.

Minnie: Where are my bodyguards?

Pete: (laughs) I’ll be your bodyguard tonight, sweet cheeks.

Minnie: This is an outrage!

Pete: No. It’s my nefarious plan to steal the throne.

Beagle Boys: Does this crown make my ears look big?

Minnie: (screams)

Pete: You know what to do.

Beagle Boys: Righty-o, boss.

Goofy: Look! There it is!

Pete: OK, shortstop, do your stuff.

Beagle Boys (imitating Minnie): Attention, my loyal subjects. Due to the stress of princessing… my duties have become too overwhelming… for a delicate flower such as myself. Therefore, I now present your new ruler, King Pete!

Pete: I did it, Mommy! I’m king of all France! I feel like eating a snail. Now, on with the show.

Troubadour: Allo. C’est moi.

Opera singers: Come, friends who plough the sea Truce to navigation, take another station…

Mickey: That-a boy, Pluto. Find the princess!

Opera singers: With cat-like tread, upon our prey we steal In silence dread, our cautious way we feel No sound at all, we never speak a word

Mickey: Did you find the princess, boy? Good work, Pluto.

Minnie: Our brave musketeers have come to rescue us.

Mickey: Don’t worry, Your Highness. We’ll save you. Alright, you two, drop the princess!

Beagle Boys: With pleasure.

Opera singers: Poor wandering ones …Can help you find true peace of mind… What? What the sam hill? The princess! Do something! Sir. Yes, sir. Scaling rough and rugged passes Climb the hearty little lasses Till the bright sea-shore they gain

Pete: Huh? What?! What the Sam Hill? The princess! Do something!

Beagle Boys: Sir, yes, sir!

Opera singers: Scaling rough and rugged passes Climb the hearty little lasses Till the bright sea-shore they gain

Mickey: How dare you try and kidnap the princess! Nobody walks away with the princess… while Mickey, Donald, and Goofy are on the job!

Goofy: Hey! Someone’s walking away with the princess.

Mickey: Let's get ‘em!

Beagle Boys: (screams)

Opera singer (rapid-fire): I am the very model of a modern major-general I’ve information vegetable, animal… historical From Marathon to Waterloo in order categorical I’m very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical About binomial theorem, I am teeming with a lot of news With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse.

Pete: She’s getting away!

Opera singers: I am the very model Of a modern major-general

Mickey: Princess!

Ouch.

Pete: Two down, and one to go.

Mickey: I almost got it.

Minnie: Oh, no! Look out!

Mickey: What?

Pete: This is it, squeaky… mano y mouse-o.

A-ha! Oh ho! Ha ha!

Mickey: Ha ha!

Pete: Ho ho!

Mickey: Uh oh.

Audience: (gasps)

Pete: It’s all over, Mickey… and you ‘re all alone. And now with you finally out of the way… getting rid of the princess will be easy as pie.

Mickey: Want to bet?

Pete: That’s a sucker bet.

Donald: Yeah, and you‘re the sucker!

Mickey: Ready, musketeers?

Mickey, Donald & Goofy: All for one and one for all!

Pete: Uh oh.

Donald: How’s this for a coward?

Pete: Ow!

Goofy: How’s this for a doofus?

Mickey: And I may be small, Pete… but I’ve got friends that make me ten feet tall.

Pete: Aw, nuts.

Mickey: Timber!

Pete: I hate happy endings.

Audience: (applause)

Minnie: Daisy... are you kissing a commoner?

Daisy: C’est la vie.

Minnie: C’est I’amore!

Audience: (applause)

Minnie: Please kneel.

In gratitude for saving France… I hereby dub thee, Mickey, Donald, and Goofy… all royal musketeers!

Mickey: What do you say, everybody? All for one…

Mickey, Donald, Goofy & the Musketeers: And one for all!

Troubadour: Bravo, my friends! Our three heroes have finally… made their dream come true. I think this calls for… one more song!

The Musketeers (singing): All for one, hey, all for one and one for all Musketeers sing all for one and one for all And all for one and one for all And all for one and all!

The End

[ofbluesandyellows]

Seven: Jitterbug Love - Eddie Munson/Reader

Word Count: 7,575

Previous chapter

Friday night, that was the day that got settled as movie night, this had only happened once before but it had happened midweek, still it was your favorite thing to do with your fellow musketeers plus the teens. You were never going to admit it, at least not to Steve who was the one that came up with the idea and always tried to remind you all about it.

As far as you knew the girl called El and Mike were out of town with Nancy, Jonathan and a guy called Argyle. The latter seemed like a fake name but who knew, the 80’s were crazy times.

That left you with Dustin, Max, Lucas and Will. Will was so passionate about films and D&D that you were actually interested in knowing more.

The chosen movie was My Neighbor Totoro, no one saw that coming when Steve put it out on display in his living room. The teens quickly started arguing about why they had to watch some cartoon movie when Blade Runner was practically there, existing.

“It’s a damn masterpiece! We went to see Nausicaä and the Valley of the Wind and you said you loved it, Henderson. If I'm not wrong I saw you tear up.” Steve was defending Miyazaki with all he had.

“What!” Dustin squealed “that’s not true, that was Robin, she was crying.”

“I’m not denying anything, it was an epic battle, I got very emotional.”

“Just admit you cried Dustin,” Max said, tired already.

“I’ll watch it, Miyazaki has a great animation.” Will was already seated with a bowl of popcorn on his lap, you followed suit sitting by his side. He smiled at you.

“Whatever, just put it on… assholes.” Dustin muttered the last word, flipping you all his middle finger.

Steve smirked, he had won the argument… again.

Lucas fell asleep within the first twenty minutes, Dustin remained silent the whole film but you saw him enjoying the part where they made the tree grow big and when they traveled on the Bus-Cat thing.

Will commented occasionally, you nodded every time, mostly you were amazed by the imagination of the people that had created the film. Like you, Robin and Steve were ‘wow-ing’ every time something magical happened, your heart melted when the little girl found Totoro’s secret house, and you three were barely holding tears when the little kid disappeared.

“That was really cool.” Max said at the end, credits rolling.

“See? not everything has to be about spaceships and guns.” Steve looked at Dustin as he pointed this out.

Dustin kicked Lucas' feet, the latter almost fell off his seat.

“Uh, is it over already?”

“Yeah man, you missed it.” Steve took the tape out of his VHS player. “You, kids and ladies, want to order some pizza?”

Everyone cheered and the reunion moved to the kitchen. Steve put out beers for you and Robin only with the condition to not get drunk, he said it giving Robin a furtive glance. She didn’t care just drank a can within minutes.

“Jeez, Robin, keep it cool.”

“Shut up Steve, I’m with my best friends, I wanna celebrate.”

Music played softly in the background as everyone chatted, the pizza arrived in fifteen minutes and considering it was Friday night that was quite the record. Laughs were heard and you felt incredibly at ease, not worried or bored, you liked being there. Steve and Robin were fun and knew when to listen, their advice was trash but somehow it had worked so far, still they had no clue of when to keep their mouths shut.

“So are you excited for tomorrow, lover boy must have a whole repertory ready to serenade you.” Robin chucked, tipsy already.

You nudged her, widening your eyes as if she would get the hint to not say a word… too late.

“Wait… did it work? You and Eddie?” Lucas asked, cheese hanging from the corner of his mouth, he looked shocked.

“Lucas, told you to not say anything!” Max said with greeted teeth, the whole group heard her.

“Uh… Dustin? Did you tell them?” you knew the answer already.

“Shit!”

“DUSTIN!!”

“Y/n, sorry. Max can be persuasive and very scary at times.”

“I’m not scary!”

“Yes, you are.” All the boys said at the same time.

“Of course, and she told Lucas and I bet Will and your friend El and Mike and the whole town now knows I like Eddie. Fucking awesome dude.”

You let your head fall over the kitchen counter making a horrible thud.

“You fucked up man.” Steve said nonchalantly, eating his pizza.

“Hey, why are you so against me today, Steve. Thought we were like Batman and Robin or Doc Brown and Marty McFly.” Dustin threw his hands up in the air, clearly bothered.

“I mean we are, but come on dude, this is y/n we’re talking about, have some respect over the lady’s heart. Look at her, she already has enough on her plate just by liking Munson.”

If only you had laser vision, you would’ve burnt Steve’s hair.

“Sorry, I take that back, it was a bad joke.” He apologized.

“Well, now we all know, so what’s the plan for tomorrow.” Will intervened, patting your shoulder. It was nice of him to do so.

“Nothing. I just want to enjoy the night and then… we’ll see.”

“But you’re like totally kissing him, right?” Max said, with that wry smile.

The rest of the boys didn’t agree, they all made gaging noises or just grunted.

“If the time feels right, hell yeah.” More grunting. “But I don’t want to make it weird, I’m leaving in a couple of weeks so I don’t know.”

“This is so exciting! Love is in the air, that’s why I have some news guys.” Robin exclaimed, jumping and clapping her hands. “I kissed Vickie this morning.”

“No way!”

“Are you for real?”

“That’s the way to go!”

Everyone spoke at the same time giving Robin all the support and greetings she deserved. She’d been so in love with Vickie since forever and now they were finally making progress.

You hugged her and then Steve did the same, slowly everyone joined the ball of hugs until Robin pushed you all away because you were causing her anxiety. Still she was smiling so wide, she seemed to be glowing.

The teens were dancing and Steve started to make drinks with lemon and mint, you weren’t sure what he was doing but he was enjoying himself, this gave you time to put Robin aside, Steve’s garden was calm and the air was making your hair dance and finally with a little bit of privacy you hugged Robin properly.

“I’m really so happy for you, you and Vickie!! Oh god it’s been long enough Robs,” Robin’s face went red, bright and cute.

“Thanks, yes it took us a lot, right? But I guess it was totally worth the wait, she was so so sweet and it wasn’t even planned nor I felt like I had to do it, the total opposite; we were simply walking. She walked me home after I went to give her a few books she lent me so we were there and literally was like a swift move, our hands kinda brushed and she was already so so red, like it matched her hair and I was laughing and she was too but I said to myself ‘Robin you gotta hold her hand’ next thing I knew bam! I was holding her hand and even though our palms were all sweaty she didn’t let go, can you believe that y/n she didn’t!” Robin gasped for air, “And when we got to my place, we talked a bit more about going to the cinema next week and it just kinda happened, we were close and still fidgeting with our hands and,” she grinned, and let out a low shriek as she grabbed both of your hands. “We were kissing and it was cute and nice and yes very self-conscious and nerve-racking afterwards but it was perfect, and that’s what I want for you and Eddie, to feel all that all at once but perfect and unique in its own way.”

You felt the tug at the ends of your lips, your friend was finally receiving the love she deserved, but a sigh scared you, “Robin I know you want that for me because that’s all I want for you but stop that, this isn’t about me, this moment is about you and Vickie and you being happy and in love for once.”

“I love you so fucking much. I’m so glad you are here.” She engulfed you into the most loving and peaceful hug ever. Tipsy Robin was just the same as sober Robin, the only thing was that she was clumsier.

“I love you so much more but please you are standing on my poor feet.”

“Shit sorry.”

“Come, let’s have a drink to celebrate you and only you”

“I like the sound of that.”

In that moment the chatting inside the house became louder, you and Robin traded looks. These quickly turned into shocked ones.

“You’re late man” Steve said, patting the new addition to the party.

“You fucking called me with an hour notice Harrington, I had plans already.”

Eddie’s eyes found yours. It made your breath hitch and Robin had to nudge you slightly so you stopped gawking.

“Hello everyone!” Eddie waved to the teens but for you and Robin he winked.

Bitch!

Dustin threw himself at Eddie playfully pushing him to what he laughed and soon enough the tension of his sudden appearance dissolved into innocent jokes and playful banter. Steve rolled his eyes because even when he tried his best to hide his jealousy, it was kind of obvious he felt threatened by Eddie taking the spot of Dustin’s best friend. But Steve was too cool and cared too much about the young boy to try and sabotage his happiness.

You on the other hand tried to ignore his presence as much as you could. But the furtive glances started to become too obvious and too intense that they had to be interrupted by Steve’s deliberate glass clatter over the table or by Dustin’s fake cough.

“Are you avoiding me? After I showed you how to play guitar… low blow y/n!” Eddie clutched his chest as he softly laughed sitting closer to you on the grass.

Everyone was scattered around the Harrington’s garden, you were near the edge of the pool drink in hand and the summer night as the only witness of that gathering.

“I’m definitely not, you are the one chatting with everyone except me” you half shrugged hiding a smile behind your drink.

That's what happened, Eddie was happily exchanging stories with Will and Dustin, Lucas intervening ever so often, then Eddie went to Max and Robin, he even helped Steve prepare drinks–alcoholic and none alcoholic–there was something for everyone, Steve was actually a good bartender, which was surprising. The thing was that Eddie had only approached you because Robin was half passed out a couple of feet away from you, leaving you an easy target.

“Pff, okay, but look at us now, free range to talk all night long if necessary,” Eddie cocked an eyebrow, “I don’t have a joint this time but we have extremely sweet drinks instead.”

“Steve likes them too sweet, right?” Eddie nodded once, still both of you drank the lemony stuff. “So… I heard you were busy. Practicing I suppose?”

He gulped, “er, yeah, it’s gonna be a great show, a lot depends on how tomorrow goes so no pressure,”

Max was smirking from afar watching the interaction with Will by her side eating whatever Steve had left at his place.

“You’re gonna do great, I know it, I can feel it in my soul.”

“Yeah man, your band is really good.” Steve sat down near you, he had a jar of his creation ready to fill up your cups.

You of course didn’t deny Steve the pleasure so you drank and Edie drank which allowed the conversation to flow, all walls that usually were put up too high by Steve when it came to trying to maintain his image in front of Eddie crumbled a little, giving the feeling that in that moment you could talk about anything without the other person getting offended.

You had to ask about this  particular idea that had been circling in your brain like a fly on food, “how do you meet? Like I know we all went to school together but you sure weren’t friends so how did this happen?”

You blinked a few times feeling the drowsiness of alcohol, the lightness of your body. The feeling of fluffy grass under you kind of distracted you from their reaction but you heard Eddie sigh.

Steve snorted, “it’s a long story, but basically, we bonded over…trauma …and mostly because we found ourselves in a situation where we needed to protect Dustin”

“Basically it was a forced friendship, ”

“Yeah, pretty much.”  

“I can give you a fun fact, we share a mutual dislike for bats.” Eddie pushed Steve’s leg with his white tennis. “Right Harrington?”

Steve gave the long haired boy a grin, it was the kind you share with a friend with a hidden meaning, some private joke going between them and their funny glances. “We practically bled for each other.”  

You only watched, sipping alcohol to knock yourself out. “Hmm sounds fake but if you don’t want to tell me it’s fine.”  

Steve rolled his eyes at you, while Eddie just looked at you with a wry smile.

“Nothing seems to satisfy you woman.” Eddie said.

You squinted at him, a smile tugging at your lips, “I have a few things in mind that could.”

“Okay, I’m not willing to hear this.” Steve stood up from his spot.

Eddie was laughing at your side, you watched Steve wobble a little as he closed his eyes and extended his hands to try and find some balance. He held a finger up, “I’m all right.”

His drowsy smile made you chuckle. “You sure?”

“Just sit down Harrington”

“Promise not to talk about anything dirty in front of you.” You said sipping from your cup.

“Even though it’d be an interesting conversation.” Eddie mumbled only for you to hear.

The heat immediately reached your cheeks. You had to clear your throat, your eyes moved from the green grass to Eddie’s dark eyes, he was smirking.

“What? Feeling a little hot?” that smug tone was doing something to you.

“What?” you said in a pitched tone.

His fingers traveled in slow motion to your cheek, he stroked it slightly with this thumb, “your face is red, like blazing red, and it’s… warm.”

It was as if your body reacted without your permission, you leaned to the touch and Eddie couldn’t stop watching you, maybe the alcohol was doing a little too much.

“It’s the… you know… the drinks.”

Your breath hitched, as his thumb went a little closer to you lower lip and it was making you buzz from the inside, as if something was bubbling inside you like pop rocks fizzing all over your skin.

“Where am I?!” Robin startled all of you in the garden, she jerked up too fast she had to hold her head, but started to look around.

You missed Eddie’s touch the moment he stopped caressing your skin. He got up and kicked the lounge chair Steve had perched himself on. The breath you took next was met by several giggles coming from the teens who were running inside the house, it took you a moment to regain composure.

Dustin and Lucas put a video game on as you helped carry Robin to Steve’s room, she was talking nonsense about a dream she had about some dinosaur and an ice rink until she finally passed out at three in the morning. The teens were still going hard, but of course they did, with zero alcohol in their system the advantage was on their side and their youth. However you didn’t feel so young when your head started spinning the moment you sat down on the floor of the room. Steve was drunk and that’s when he decided it was the perfect time to show you how he did his hair every morning, step by step. You and Eddie traded glances, both still under the soothing effect of booze. Sometimes you giggled as Steve kept going, Eddie nodded because he didn’t feel like talking and he was enjoying how the boy by the mirror was humiliating himself without even noticing.

Steve was now on the last steps of his routine, the spray made a cloud around his head making him choke a little too hard he had to run to the bathroom… you held his hair back, not because he needed it but because he asked you to. Eddie’s laugh soundtracked the moment.

“Please, y/n don’t let it get dirty, it’ll be my ruin.” He threw up and you almost did too but you swallowed it down. Someone needed to give you an award for being the best of friends.

You had to call the boys to help you put him in bed beside Robin and soon after that you all were sleeping in Steve’s room, with pillows from his parent’s bed, towels and covers you found in a closet. Eddie's warmth clashed against your arm, he was lying on the carpet right next to you, his hand found your hair and he started brushing it, strand by strand absentmindedly, just like you once did.

“Are you nervous? for tomorrow?” you whispered. You back on the floor, Eddie on his side, watching you, not that he could because it was pretty dark but your eyes became used to the obscure room.

“I am a little, but it’ll be fine because you are going to be there… all of you.”

“Right.” you closed your eyes, “I’m glad you came tonight.”

“It was fun, I should be getting some sleep, but I don’t know if I can with this noise,” an orchestra of snores was all you heard apart from your low voices.

“Yeah, I won’t have a problem with that because the way you’re playing with my hair is making me very sleepy right now.”

“I’m stroking it as if you were a cat.” He said, closer to your ear. “Goodnight, y/n”

He kissed your cheek, but you were almost out so all you did was half smile and whisper “goodnight.” back.

Surrounded by the people you loved and Eddie’s fingers on your hair lulled you to the land of dreams.

★★★

After a good breakfast—more like lunch—made by you and Lucas and a cold shower the drunk musketeers were brought back to life, still a little hungover but nothing a few aspirins couldn’t handle.

Eddie had disappeared before any of you had the chance to wake up, he left a napkin with a thank you on it and a lopsided smiley face. You had been sighing non-stop, but no one dared to say anything to you except for Steve’s comment when you were alone washing the dishes.

“Your flirting last night was disgusting, you think I didn’t hear all the shit you were saying?” Steve shook his head, “get a room next time.”

“Now you know how Robin and I feel when you flirt with every girl you see.”

He scoffed, “That's different! They just want me for my looks. Munson is so head over heels for you, he almost moaned whenever you made a move, gross really.” The smile on your face made Steve chuckle, “Take things slow okay?”

“I am, we flirted like once, chill mom.”

“Funny,” he nudged you and threw the towel over your head as he gave a loud clap, catching the group’s attention “we need to get going everyone. There’ll be no bathroom stops so please empty those blades, you have half an hour, and no more… yes I am talking to you Sinclair!”

Robin added a little eyeliner to you as you fixed each other’s outfits. The ones you chose days in advance. You were ready in no time, not like Steve who took the longest time in the bathroom just because his hair wasn’t falling on the right spot on his forehead. But yes, between squeals, running feet and malicious laughs from the boys Steve managed to take them all out in time.

Dustin, Max, Lucas and Will were sitting on the backseats of Steve’s car. You had no license, neither did Robin and Steve was the only one with a car, so you all had to squish each other inside. Robin and you were sharing the co-pilot spot, the seatbelt was choking you as Steve drove as smooth and as fast as he could.

Age of Consent played. You and Robin nodded your heads to the beat, the kids were singing and eating snacks, Steve tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Hey, no crumbs on my leather seats, or you’ll clean them. This is the first and only time I’ll say it,” Steve was indeed the mom of the group.

“Yeah guys do what mom Steve says, or he’s not driving us anywhere again” you said pouting.

The kids started chuckling and talking all over one another making Robin laugh and Steve to give you a severe look.

“Really y/n? Was that necessary?”

“It’s pay back for this!” you pointed to yourself. “I’m gonna end with a big bruise on my neck and Robin will have to amputate her leg because of lack of circulation; I’m literally over her. Get yourself a bigger car!” You snapped just before Steve pushed the break a little too harsh making you gag.

“Oops,” he said in faux sorriness.

You flipped him the finger, Robin folded your finger down and wiggled her body to try and find a better position. “Fuck, Steve how long is it going to take?”

“As long as it takes, Robin!”

“Damn, they’re worse than my parents.” Lucas casually said.

“Shut it, Sinclair.” Steve snapped.

“Just the facts.” The teens said all at the same time.

“Jeez, I can’t believe we all hang out for fun, need to get myself some male friends my age.” Steve pointed, shook his head clearly annoyed but you knew he loved every single one of the teens in the group.

After more banter and lots of shouting you all arrived at the place. In neon lights the name of the bar made you all sigh in relief. Robin pushed you out of the car, you almost fell on your knees, she apologized several minutes later, her leg had lost all sensitivity. Steve walked in first, teens in the middle, Robin and you right at the back, your poor friend leaping her way through.

You all had to give your names to the man at the door, he nodded and checked his list, as Eddie had promised you, you were on the list. The place was crammed. From afar you could see Jeff fixing some cables around the stage and giving his bandmate a thumbs up, when he looked your way he waved, smiling. You would be lying if you said you weren’t racked with nerves, and excitement with anticipation of seeing Eddie in action for real this time, the first time you didn’t remember if he sang nor the guitar solos he played but now you were there for him, to try and record every moment in your mind.

It’d be nice if your stomach stopped churning and jumping whenever a longhaired person appeared in your line of vision, unfortunately none of them were Eddie. The memory of his fingers on your skin and his lips on your cheek made you want to run away.

“He’s gonna be here any second, you’re making me nervous y/n. Stop moving your leg.” Steve handed you a glass of lemonade.

“Yeah, sorry I’m anxious.”

“Why? It’s obvious the guy likes you, he is probably just waiting for the right time, at least I would.” He half shrugged.

“Right, I know I said I wanted to enjoy the night and not preoccupied myself with these feelings but it’s impossible.” You gulped the fresh liquid.

“We’re all here for support, Porthos and Aramis, always here for Athos.” he put his arm over your shoulders, squeezing you lightly. “Right, Robin?”

“What?” she leaned closer to you two.

“That we’re here for y/n.”

“Of course we are! We are the three musketeers. You’ll be fine, otherwise I’d like to show Munson these muscles.” Robin flexed her inexistent biceps.

You snorted, “okay, thanks for that Robs, it really helped with the nerves.”

Dustin came to you running, “they are about to start, it’s going to be amazing, fucking hell I feel like this is the start of something big, do you guys feel it too? They’re gonna kick ass!”

“You need to drink some water Dustin, too much sugar is going to kill you.” You patted his head.

“It’s been like three sodas and a packet of sour patch kids, nothing to worry about.” He was already jumping all around your spot.

You looked at Steve, his eyebrows shut upwards, clearly perplexe. The worst part, he had to deal with him later on.

Dragging Max and Robin to the front row was not easy, especially when there were other girls waiting for the main band, still you had to keep your part of the promise. The stage was just a couple of meters aways as some guards tried to keep distance from it and the crowd.

Like the first time the lights went off, and your pulse turned on in a rush, you felt your palpitations drumming against your chest, too fast to be safe. The white noise of guitars being plugged and the taps on mics made the girls by your side smile your way and shriek in excitement.

The reflectors shining on the boys you knew, They were all looking like rockstars, leather pants, chains and some had eyeliner. Eddie had some kind of golden glitter on the high points of his cheekbones which made you gasp, who the hell does he think he is?

It took them a minute to finish prepping, his doe shiny eyes found yours. In that second was like the world stopped, you knew you were just as doomed as you had told Robin she was for Vickie, you were falling in love with this boy and he was up there winking at you.

“Did he just-?” Max yelled at you.

“Fuck, y/n you are soooo doomed.” Robin confirmed it.

“I—wish I could say something.”

Robin laughed.

Eddie took the mic, his poise of someone who belonged up there, who knew how to handle attention and he loved it. “Hello everyone!”

Crowds losing their minds, or was it just you.

“We are Corroded Coffin and we’re ready to give you one hell of a night, let’s get started shall we?” That cheeky grin had your knees wobbling.

“If you are going to pass out let me know so I can try and catch you, okay?” Robin said, with real worry in her eyes.

“Yup, yeah, ok.” You gulped, mouth dry.

It was good to know she had your back. They started with a song called Storm, your mind would never recover from Eddie’s singing voice even though you had heard him sing before but this was a whole new level of hot. You let yourself get lost in the music, Robin and Max dancing by your side, jumping mostly and screaming when the chorus hit, you didn’t know the lyrics but it didn’t matter. What mattered was how Eddie threw looks your way and smiled or winked or simply watched. He looked so damn good and happy, he was enjoying himself, it was crazy to you how you hadn’t paid attention to him that first night you saw him play.

Next song was a cover of Kiss and the crowd was singing along. Guitar solo came in and your insides melted, feeling suddenly very hot everywhere. Robin had to push you softly to bring you back to life.

There was a lot of screaming and pushing and jumping and it got sweaty real fast but it felt good, so good. A few original songs got played until there was this pause, Eddie grabbed the mic again. Pushing his hair aside he chuckled against the microphone, guitar pick in one hand as the other pushed the guitar to the side.

“Are you having a good night or what?” shouts and some cups of beer went flying. “Well, you better because we definitely are… this is our last song. It's a little bit of a last minute addition but there are people here that will enjoy this, I have someone special in mind. This is a classic and from one of the coolest bands… this is for an even cooler person.” He pointed a finger at you, “this is 20th Century Boy by T Rex .”

Your mouth dropped as the first riff played, Max was gawking looking at you, as Robin laughed so loud her raspy voice almost disappeared. Next thing you knew it was how you were jumping and singing the lyrics as hard as you could. If your smile could only go wider you would crack your face in two, yet, it was all about you and Eddie, you were trying hard to not think of the meaning of the words he was singing so fucking amazing at you or how he showed his tongue when he repeated.

20th century toy, I wanna be your boy

20th century toy, I wanna be your boy

Or when your eyes locked and he mouthed the words ‘told you.’ You were floating in a bubble of love and adoration. His rings caught light as he played the last chords, raw and loud, the whole place was on fire, metaphorically. Corroded Coffin was the best opening act ever.

Literally being dragged away from the stage by Max, you and Robin were laughing in incredulity, it felt like a dream like something that only happened in movies.

The boys welcomed you with lemonade, chips and grossed faces. Bet you looked indeed gross. You felt so sweaty and sticky but you were in a trance, literally daydreaming.

“That was for her right?” Dustin said first looking at Max, to which she nodded gulping down her lemonade. “Fucking knew it, I knew he wanted my cassettes for a reason.”

“Wish I could lie but that–that was great, even I was on my toes.” Steve said, probably just as mesmerized as you. “Munson, that bastard has to show me a few tricks.”

“She looks dead, is she okay?” Will asked, pointing at you.

“I’m fantastic, never better.” You sighed.

“Shit, we lost her.” Dustin confirmed.

“Now we need some air.” Robin stated, taking your hand and Max’s. “We’ll be right back.”

The boys nodded once letting you go, not before hearing mom Steve, “put your sweaters on, don’t want you to catch a cold.” He threw the jackets at you, practically hitting you on the face, zero reflexes activated, just a stupid grin on your face, “wow, she is like a zombie.”

“A zombie in love” Lucas corrected.

The crowd noise muffled as you stood outside, just a few people smoking and chatting were around. Robin shook you a couple of times until you finally connected back to earth.

“Was that real?” you were trying to wrap your head around the whole situation.

“I know, it was unbelievable, so cool, and romantic are you kidding, y/n. Eddie is so so in love with you, no one would do that just for a friend you know, if he did that for friends Dustin would’ve had a song dedicated to him a long time ago.” Max was pacing around as she talked.

Robin agreed with everything, “and he pointed at you, it was so obvious and yes, romantic. So if he doesn’t kiss you tonight I’ll kick his ass, yeah you heard me I look weak and I am weak but I’d do it for you, anything for you.”

“Oh I’d kick his ass too if he doesn’t kiss me or at least declares his love to me, I swear I can’t believe this happened, like what!!”

You chuckled, both of your palms holding each side of your face, feverish that’s how you felt. You were in cloud nine, that was stated, it took you a second to notice Robin’s features, she had gone silent, your eyebrows furrowed. She threw the jacked over her shoulder and looked at Max.

“Max?” you muttered.

It took the red-haired girl a second to react, “I think we should go back inside, but you stay here!”

Both girls ran back inside, you turned around to find a sweaty Eddie jogging to you. He was glowing, literally. His grin was so big your stomach fluttered.

You were so fucked, bad bad bad.  

“Hi” he said, pushing hair out of his rosy lips.

“Hello, there… that was— wild!” you couldn’t help it, you felt the adrenaline still running. “Can’t believe you played the song!!!”

“I said I would, and it was a hit, if I knew people liked it so bad I would've added it since the beginning.”

You hummed, “so it wasn’t for me, it was for the crowd, now I see how it is. Look who’s throwing low blows now eh, Munson?”

Eddie chuckled, “now you are fishing for compliments, but fine I’ll give them to you.” He crossed his arms over his chest, his outfit was so distracting, all of him was distracting your brain right now, “it was for you y/n. Wasn’t it obvious enough?”

You shrugged, feeling your cheeks go extra warm, “I don’t know,”

“What can I do to fix my lack of clarity then?” there was a playfulness in his words, you thought of asking the one question, the request you felt appropriate enough to fix it but you were afraid of his answer so you played it safe.

“Wanna buy me a beer?”

Eddie’s reaction surprised you, he let out a laugh, “do you want to go back inside?” a crease formed on his forehead. He lowered himself a little to be on the same eye level as you, “I don’t think I want to… I’ve seen the band a few times now.”

“I guess we can… go?”

He smiled, eyes sparkling along with his shimmery cheeks, “That sounds about right.”

His hand extended your way, ringed fingers and a couple of blisters on his finger pads, your eyes traveled up to his face, but his gaze had frozen on a spot past your back.

“What?” you asked.

You turned on your heels and there, you saw. Chrissy in a beautiful dress beaming at the man you had now by your side, you couldn’t help but look at Eddie, he waved a hand at her, your stomach dropped.

You took a step aside when Chrissy’s heeled boots clacked on the pavement, making her way to Eddie, she was practically running, she launched herself into his arms. They hugged and it was bad. Eddie closed his eyes and when he opened them they were watching you, you felt the tears prickling the rims of your eyes, but you held them. This was humiliating enough as it was.

“I’m sorry that I missed it! My dad didn’t want to lend me the car and had to practically get here on the bus last minute.” She giggled. Grabbing Eddie’s hand, the one he had extended to you, “was it good? I bet it went amazing.”

She said cheerfully, Eddie’s gaze was one of pain, but he didn’t say a word, he just stood there.

“It was pretty awesome actually.” You said your voice low, it almost cracked.

Chrissy finally looked at you, her big eyes and smile too kind for your liking.

“I bet, ugh so bad I missed it, but next time I’ll be there.” She said, “you can tell me all about it on the way.”

Eddie’s hand went to his hair, he mumbled a low “fuck,” and looked at Chrissy with a grimace.

“You forgot, didn’t you?” She wasn’t upset but you were, and you needed to get away from there.

“Nice to see you Chrissy, I have to go back with my friends… bye Munson.”

You backed out, hearing Eddie calling your name but you ignored him, the warm air from inside hit you, you had to step aside taking a few deep breaths to avoid the tears. A big knot was forming on your throat, your hands shaky. You saw Robin wave at you, you jerked up fake smiling.

Keep it together, keep it together. Was all you could repeat to yourself as you walked back to the table.

The main band was already on stage. the lights were low which you internally thanked because it would hide the pain a little better.

“Hey, you okay?” Robin, asked.

“Yeah why?” you busied your hands drawing with the condensation of your cup.

“You seem a little… weird. Did Eddie say something?”

You scoffed, “nah, he just had to do some stuff with his band and I wanted to stay with you guys. It’s all good.”

“Hmmm, ok.”

The rest of the concert you passed it with them, faking happiness, pretending everything was fine, that your heart was not getting ripped out of your chest. It was all going to pass… at some point, at least you hoped so.

On the way back, everyone kept on talking about Corroded Coffin and how Eddie had performed a T Rex song so perfectly. You nodded and laughed when everyone did, trying your best to stay in the moment, not letting your mind drift off, not letting intruding thoughts drown you, it was hard and you didn’t want to be alone, not tonight.

Dustin and Will were the first ones Steve dropped, Will staying with the Hendersons until his brother came back, Joyce was with Hopper in California for a week, or that’s what he said to everyone. Lucas next, he was kind enough to give you the last chocolate he hid in the car for later that night. It was supposed to have a rabbit shape, instead it looked like a deformed cat. That's when you noticed that maybe you were not as good of an actress as you thought. Max got out of the car with furrowed eyebrows.

“Had a great time… hey y/n… whatever happened you got this, okay? Love you!” She ran down until she reached her home.

“Love you too.” Robin shouted.

You three watched her get inside.

“My place?” Steve suggested.

“Yes.” From the corner of your eye you saw Eddie’s empty home, your chest squeezed.

“Let 's go.”

It would’ve been cool to say that the topic remained untouched, but the first thing Steve did was go to his backyard, grab his spiked bat and hand it to you as he tried to take something from his garage.

“Steve, what’s this for?” The bat was heavier than what it appeared.

Steve dragged some kind of mannequin/scarecrow figure, it was pretty damaged already so you guessed this was a thing he did often.

“Just hit it, whatever shit went down you need to release it or else it’ll pop into something worse, trust me.”

You sighed, “why do you think something went down”

“Uh, I don’t know, maybe that horrible face of yours, I mean… no offense I mean it like you’ve been quiet and just wincing whenever we talked about Munson.” Steve said, hands on his hips, “so if you are not going to tell us at least let it go.”

“You should try it.” Robin pointed.

“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you it’s just that… I feel… stupid.”

It was true you were feeling like you could curl into a ball and cry,

“You are not stupid,” Robin went to side hug you, “you can always tell us what’s up.”

Your fingers scratched your forehead, letting the bat fall at your feet, “it’s so dumb but, Chrissy showed up and I’m not entirely sure but—Eddie and her had plans for something and he had just asked me to ditch the concert and go with him… we were flirting, okay? and then… we weren’t.”

Steve crossed his arms, looking at the floor. Robin simply pursed her lips, “well… that’s kinda fucked up if you ask me.” he said.

You saw Steve clench his jaw, with a swift move his foot sent the bat upwards, catching it with his hands. In a second he swung it straight to the scarecrow thing. You and Robin winced.

“Maybe it was nothing… like they could be hanging out as friends you know?” optimistic Robin showed up, you felt like crying again.

“Robin we know that’s not true, he has this crush on Chrissy and they were probably going on a date and I was stupid enough to believe he had feelings for me.”

You curled against Robin’s embrace as Steve hit the thing once more.

“The signals were pretty clear, even I saw them!” he said abruptly, “we all saw how he did the rockstar shit and winked at you like- come on man!” Steve was panting, his face red. “you don’t go to a lady’s house twice for nothing.”

You threw Steve a sharp look, as Robin gasped. He cocked an eyebrow “I don’t mean it like that, Jesus. You two have a dirty mind.”

Whatever he meant it didn’t matter now, your whole body felt so heavy, so tired. “I’m so pathetic Steve, you don’t have to cover it up with theories.”

“He is not covering anything!” Robin said, taking the bat from Steve’s hold, “We all saw it, Dustin noticed and proved it! If he is actually dating Chrissy, well that’s low.” She started punching the scarecrow as obscenities came out of her mouth.

“Yeah! Robin, show him who’s boss.” Steve clapped prodding her to keep going.

“You should totally try it Y/n it feels good,” she yelled.

“Come on, you need to take it all out.” Steve took your hand and guided you to the target.

Robin placed the bat which tilted in your grasp. A moment later you hit, over and over again. Loud growls, bad words and cheers were all that one could hear coming from Steve’s house. The good thing was he didn’t have neighbors close enough to complain about the noise.

It was all shits and giggles until you couldn’t continue, the bat falling to the ground. The horrible feeling of dread and the intrusive thoughts of not being enough, not being good to keep people around. This time you were not alone, Steve and Robin sat you down, you didn’t even notice you had started crying until Robin wiped a tear from your chin, she even cried a little too, Steve sniffed but he hid it well. You three had gone through similar shit, understanding the other was easy. You grabbed their hands and sobbed the pain away, at least until you were too tired and too hungry to keep going.

That night, none of the three musketeers was left alone, you all slept in the living room, Steve handed you and Robin clothes to sleep in, he put what used to be your cassette on. George Harrison doing his best to band-aid the cracks of your heart with his sweet voice and poetic lyrics. A little comfort came when Here Comes The Moon echoed in the house, Steve gave you a sad lipped smile and Robin pushed away the hair of her face.

“It will be okay, y/n. Everything finds its way back around, and that idiot will regret it.”

“I’ll make him regret it.” Steve said deadpan.

“Steve, please don’t.”

“I’ll cancel his Family Video membership,” Robin quickly said.

“Or we can charge him extra.” Steve added.

“Ugh, you always do what you want, don’t you?” you knew what they were going to respond.

“Just when Keith isn’t around, so basically all the time, yeah.” Steve agreed.

“At least give us that, our little fuck you to the guy.”

“Fine,”

Steve got up and turned the lights off as well as the stereo, on his way back you clearly heard the high five he gave Robin. After a couple of minutes of silence someone had to corrupt the peacefulness.

“Girls.” Steve mumbled, softly.

Both of you hummed, already feeling the drowsiness of sleep crawling its way up your body.

“You know I’d do anything for you, right?”

“Of course we know dingus. We are family.” Robin quickly reassured his friend.

“Exactly, I’d do anything for you too, all for one—” you said

“And one for all.” your two best friends ended the phrase.

Giggling and sighing you three were.

“You are the best friends one could ask for. I love you.” Steve added.

“I love you way more guys” Robin mumbled.

“I love you musketeers, forever.”

Next chapter

[kaantt]

@kabbal and @belphegor1982 tagged me in this years ago and since I'm finally kinda coming back on tumblr I'm finally doing it

How many works do you have on AO3?

I currently have 58 works on AO3 : 50 on my main account (all of them being fics for the Kaamelott fandom) and 8 on an other account that I use for non-Kaamelott fics. I might create a third account for my fics in written in english.

What's your total AO3 word count?

Boy oh boy 565 732 words in total.... Which is longer than Tolstoï's War and Peace... In just three years of writing... Terrifying

What fandoms do you write for?

I don't write a lot this days... But my main fandom is the french TV Show Kaamelott with 50 fics and I would say that my other big fandom is The Three Musketeers (book and 1961 movie versions)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

ἔραμαι : (Kaamelott) A collection of very short fics that I wrote in response to promts that were sent to me on tumblr.

ἀλέξω : (Kaamelott) My main fic for the Kaamelott fandom that I need to get beck to writing. It's a retelling of the events that happened between Livre VI and KV1.

καιρός : (Kaamelott) A fic written for 2022 Fictober. A collection of one shots with many pairings (romantic and platonic).

Ουλές : (Kaamelott) A fic written for the fandom's secret santa (2020) about the ship Arthur/Venec.

The ballad of the white lady : (Kaamelott) A fic written for the fandom's secret santa (2022) about the ship Arthur/Guenièvre.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes I always respond to comment, I find them motivating and if people took the time to leave me a sweet message, the least I can do is to respond.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

A child's evening prayer : (Kaamelott) yeah it's not a fun fic at all, it's just angst through and through

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'm more of a bittersweet ending type of writer, but the end of my fic Crimes Célèbres is quite happy.

Do you get hate on fics?

Never did and hope I never will...

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, I do write smut, it's quite fun to write I think. I discovered recently that I was really into "erotic letters", it's a really fun and original way to write smut.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I do write crossovers ! My girlfriend and I are writing about the Three Musketeers but we mix them with Angélique, Cyrano de Bergerac, Le Capitaine Fracasse and other works happening in the seventeenth century.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not an entire fic but I found parts of my fics / some paragraphs in an other author's work... I asked them to remove them but they just blocked me so I don't really know the end of it.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No ! I actually translate theater plays (professionaly) but I'be never translated a fic or had a fic translated.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes ! I'm writing a western inspired fic for the Kaamelott fandom Le Bon, la Brute et le Friand with my friend @kabbal but we kinda stoped working on it (maybe one day...) and my gf @aramielles and I are writing a series together

What's your all-time favorite ship?

I don't really have an all-time favorite, I have one for each fandom that I'm a part of but I can't chose between my top ships of every fandom.

What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My fics ἀλέξω and Le second because I'm not really into the fandom anymore but I really like this fics and I do hope to finish them some day...

What are your writing strengths?

I like to think that I'm pretty good at character studies and descriptions

What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not great at writing dialogues, it's not awful but it's not great, they are always too much "written" if that makes any sense...

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think it can both serve the plot and the style but I think you need to be fluent in the languages you use for it to be done well enough.

First fandom you wrote for?

It was Doctor Who but I've delated the fic and no one will ever find it (I'm not even sure that I still have a copy on my computer)

Favorite fic you've ever written?

Crimes Célèbres (Les Trois mousquetaires), I'm very found of the epistolary novel genre and was very eager to write a fic in this style, I like the plot, the research I've made and it was a gift for my girlfriend so...

I'm also very proud of my fic Andrew's Tales (Philadelphia 1993) that I wrote for a very dear friend's birthday, it's inspired by operas and greek mythology lore

Tagging @aramielles