So Matt said that it would take about a month of downtime for Grog to learn how to read/write like a kindergartner, yeah?
So imagine after the Conclave falls, they finally get some rest. They pop between Whitestone and Emon, spending a week or so in each city before returning to their other home.
A primary school has been established in Emon, and one day Grog is walking along on his way to one of the dozens of construction sites. He passes by the school, and sees a little boy crying while walking home. He asks the kid what’s wrong and the kid says he was being bullied by the bigger boys for not wanting to kick a cat that passed through the playground that day.
Grog of course flashes back to being kicked out of the herd for not wanting to kill Wilhand, so he tells the kid to describe the ones bullying him. The next day, he rolls into the playground in his finest badassery and finds the bullies. He gathers all the kids around - some of the teachers are concerned but the head teacher recognizes Grog and lets it happen - and makes the bullies stand in the middle.
The bullies are of course scared shitless, and the kid is worried about what he just started, but Grog doesn’t do anything. Instead, he gives a long lecture about mercy. He tells them about how, after all the hurt of the dragons, the most important thing is to be kind to one another and help each other up. He tells them not to emulate the dragons, but to emulate Lady Cassandra of Whitestone, who took in refugees when her own city was hurting, or Kerr the Blacksmith, who rose up to lead a community of peace, or Wilhand the Gnome, who all but adopted a young man he logically should have feared. He tells them that life needs things to live, and that those things are brotherhood and kindness.
The bullies are suitably shamed, and after the lecture Grog lets the kids rope him in to playing with them. At some point, the Grog gets to talking with the teachers, and somehow ends up revealing that he doesn’t know how to read. “What with all the adventuring and world-saving, didn’t have much time to keep up with my studies,” he explains.
And that’s how, much to everyone’s amusement, Grog comes in the next day as the very biggest new student in the classroom, and learns how to read along with his new lil buddies.
Hilarious, comic relief, always, makes jokes to
the teachers in the middle of class and they love it, like they don’t even get
upset with him for talking, they just laugh
Introduces himself in class as “Nega HOOOSSHHHH”
Does his hand crab dance on his desk when he’s
bored in class
Or, you know, on top of your head when he walk
up behind you
Tugs on your ponytail gently and points and
winks exaggeratedly when he dances
Not the crab dance, like actual dances
Although actually, yes, he winks at you when he
does the crab dance like “YES be impressed by my SKILLLS”
He is two things
He is INTENSE FLIRTY His hand brushes yours and
every girl in the hall just SWOONS and he swooshes his hair in slow motion and
rose pedals fall from the rafters out of nowhere
And then there’s derp faces at the school
He looks at you dramatically like you’re on the
office whenever someone does something stupid in class
But then sometimes time slows down and he walk
slow mo past you and whispers some ridiculous(LY SMOOTH TOTALLY NOT CLICHÉ)
pick up line and just WHOOOOOOSH with the hair and off he goes like a REGULAR
But then he derp faces at you again once you get
into the next period
Sweetie pie, friends with everyone, everyone
He’s shy and bashful, but also super friendly?
Like he’s everything good and sweet about being shy without all of the social
ineptitude 😃 😃 😃
Talks really quietly whenever teachers call on
him in class but they don’t have the heart to ask him to speak up so they just
tell him they’re so proud of him all the time and sunshine just radiates from
him and there are rainbows and angels start singing dreampop music
He gets giggly when you’re aroundj (more than
usual) but like really soft gentle muted giggles..?
And he asks you to prom really shyly and you say
yes and it’s so sweet
But then he getson the dance floor when his jam
comes on and just blows everyone away and now hes BAWSS Minghao
And then when the song ends he gets all bashful
at the attention
Smiley freshman, the juniors and seniors take a
liking to him so he hangs out with the big kids
He’s kind of enthusiastic in class and he raises
his hands a lot
Super enthusiastic and cute
But also kind of bashful sometimes, which is
You and him are absolute besties
He sits next to you in class whenever he can and
he stops and says high to you literally every time he passes you in the hallway
And You know, he just kissed you on the cheek
that one time when he got really excited after he won that dance competition,
and then got all blushy about it
As one does, with their besties
Just, regular old besties
That now hold hands sometimes when they think no
one’s watching and stuff :3
Do you do SHINee? Could you do a bodyguard AU with them too like you did for BTS? If not I'm so sorry and please just disregard this!!
i usually don’t do shinee but my ult bias is onew so a lil special thing for u
is the only one with probably a license to be a bodyguard. as in like he took classes to be able to do this
is usually just a friendly dad. likes motivating the other bodyguards with pep-talks
greets you every morning with the same phrase and it’s kinda weird kinda endearing ???
wears the all black suit, but his ID badge is yellow with pineapples drawn on it and it’s honestly like the cutest thing
insists that carrying you over small puddles of water is a must
thinks he looks cool with the sunglasses on and it’s true you’re like “onew, you look so serious and suave” and he’s like thank you…….but then does a corny smile in secret
you caught him trying to calm down a crying child but he really didn’t know what to do like it was obvious he was getting nowhere
so you went over and scooped the kid up in your arms and just petted their hair and soothed them with your voice
and onew watches you with like complete enchantment because he’s like hOW did you DO THAt ………what is the magic trick
and you just giggle and you’re like there’s no magic!!!
and in that moment onew is pretty sure he’s meet the love of his life (you) and that hopefully in the future ………..this cute impromptu family is…….a real family
HE WILL NEVER ADMIT IT THOUGH NO ONE MUST KNOW OF THE LEADER OF BODYGUARDS CRUSH hehe
hums the james bond theme song in inappropriate situations
winks at you whenever you ask him to do something and he’s like “you got it captain *wink wink wink* *finger guns* *failed attempt at backflip*”
the other guards are like sT O P being embarrassing but you love it honestly you applaud jonghyun for always having so much energy no matter what
bodyguards aren’t allowed to have piercings but jonghyun (if he did have one and let’s say for the sake of this au he does) would totally be like “im not taking out my eyebrow piercing. or another piercing on a part of my body none of you can see”
jonghyun turning around to look @ you “unless the boss wants to see-” key probably: “THEY DONT CALM DOWN”
switches his ear piece out with his headphones during long meetings or whatever and tries not to be obvious about it
but everyone can hear the usher playing at full volume jonghyun please
“can i finally have my own gun?” “no jonghyun.” “why not?” “we gave you a baton last time and you bedazzled it” “it was blingbl-” “NO. IT IS A WEAPON.”
you were up all night writing up documents for a big official treaty and jonghyun was your overnight guard and at some point it’s 4 am and you’re like i CANt…..do this anymore
and jonghyun appears with some tea and snacks or w/e and he’s like “i know what will help.”
and you’re like …….??? and jonghyun’s like “it’s my super secret super special talent show”
and he proceeds to literally….touch his elbow with his tongue. and that’s it.
and you’re sitting there, tired out of your mind and there’s bodyguard jonghyun licking his elbow and yoU SWeaR ITS THE FUNNIEST THING
you laugh so HARd you fall off your chair and jonghyun rushes over worried but you’re just laughing as he holds you and soon enough he’s laughing too and you two are just being so loud the other guards come in like ???? but it’s just you two laughing and …….maybe after you’re literally sick of laughing you lean up and kiss jonghyun as a thank you for making you feel better and jonghyun may or may not does a victory dance
“you see this manicure? you see how nice my nails are? it’s because it makes it easier for me to CLAW OUT YOUR EYES YOU DIPSHIT GET AWAY FROM MY BOSS”
is always the voice of reason, but also the voice of crippling criticism
designer suit, designer shoes, designer gun if that’s possible idk but imagine
people underestimate his strength as a bodyguard, but rather than being strong physically key is really smart and always makes sure to have three-four back up plans if anything goes wrong. that and he has good aim so if anything he’ll pick up the nearest object and throw it at an attacker if necessary
this once happened and the nearest object was taemin’s phone. you can imagine how that turned out
you and key have inside jokes about everyonE like EVERYONE because key gets all the gossip from all the other bodyguards and he’s just like “heY did you hear what the prime minister of france did, well let me tell-”
there was once a time where you were almost kidnapped for ransom and key was the only guard closes to you and for a second you doubted how safe you’d be with only him, but key literally shielded you with his body
and even though the other person was stronger, leaving key with a bruised face, key refused to move out of the way and all he did was turn and smile at you, bloodied lip and swollen eye and he promised he’d keep you safe
and luckily you were rescued before anything fatal happened but you had run to key who was being taken to the hospital and had cried and he’d only held your hand in his and told you that he didn’t regret anything
afterwords, when he returned with some bandages and stuff, you were like really worried and hovering over him all the time and he was laughing about it because you’re not the bodyguard, he is
but tbh he liked having all your attention to himself~
is famous for his suit pants always being too short because he’s so tall
“choi why can i see your ankles?” “sorry, i keep getting these pants tailored but……there still too shirt”
jonghyun voice: “gimme some of that height there brother”
is like slightly oblivious when it comes to anything because he gets enchanted by your presence
like literally you guys will be going over a plan and you’ll take a sip of water or tuck your hair behind your ear and all of a sudden it’s like minho is fixated only on you and key has to literally snap his fingers in front of minho’s face to get him back to attention
always says the bodyguards should do a soccer match against one and other but literally no one else wants to and it gets minho all sad
is the only one who can probably aim a weapon the right way. is even better then onew who took classes smh
got a tramp stamp on his lower back that says flaming good looks with the hot wheels flames and no one lets him live it down
you found out at the annual christmas party where jonghyun got (a BIT) tipsy when he shouldn’t have and blurted it out to you
and minho, who was staying by your side that night, turned cherry red and was like jONGHYUN and you were like ohohohoh let me see that tattoo
and minho got even more red because he’s like,,,,,,it’s on my lower back,,,, and you’re like “oH……well if you ever want to show it to me~~”
and minho was like wait. what. you’re .flirting ……….with???? me????
and you just giggled and minho went into a trance for like a week because oh my god you flirted with him and it took onew literally coming up to you and telling you to please ask minho out otherwise minho would be stuck in that state of shock for literally The Rest of His Life
who even let him get this job
none of the other bodyguards trust him enough to like let him have a solo duty like everyone is like @ each other don’t let the boss out of your sights……….or taemin
got his hands on someones gun once and onew was like “everyone on lock down code red someone catch that boy”
taemin didn’t get it though like aren’t cool bodyguards SUPPOSED to have guns why does no one trust him is it because he keeps waving the gun around????
tbh he doesn’t even need a weapon his sheer presence sometimes scares people away because he has this one smile. that like. looks /off/
like he’ll turn and look at someone, tilt his head, smile and just stare deep deep dEEP into their soul
and that person will feel like they’ve been dragged into hell itself so they wouldn’t even think twice of messing with taemin
which is funny because on the otherside he’s a big giggly kid who stops to pet every puppy he sees
you once said you were stressed and taemin was like “do some dance exercises with me to unwind” and you were like omg and the other bodyguards were like no taemin you can just ask our boss to dance with you
and taemin, who was going through his playlist to pick a song to dance with you to was like excuse me why not
he picked brittney spears’s toxic and ………..well…..
you ended up dancing, taemin ended up ontop of your desk dancing, jonhyun ended up singing into your stapler, key caught the whole thing on his phone, minho tried to make sure taemin didn’t step on any important documents, and onew considered writing a resignation letter
taemin once did end up alone with you, on accident really because you meet him off duty when you had snuck off to be alone and taemin recognized you instantly and you were like SHHH and he was like “????? oH you snuck out???” and you’re like oh my god
and taemin’s like don’t worry, here take this
and he like took off his hoodie to give to you and he was like “if you ever wanna go out just tell me ill distract the hyungs for you”
and you put his sweater on and it was cute you were like thank you taemin,,,even tho a bodyguard really shouldn’t conspire to let me do something like this
but taemin just took your hand in his and was like “let’s have some fun before the hyungs find out and literally try to kill me (—–:”
that was the first of many cute sneaking out dates
“To answer you’re question, Billy, Albert Einstein stated that you can not fabric the line between past, present, and the future there for time does not truly exist. Kinda like Stuart’s girlfriend y/n…” Neha loudly announced.
“Doubt all you want, but she’ll be here in five minutes,” Stuart responded cooly.
“Stuart, she’s never shown! Where did you meet this girl anyway?”
“Oh. My. God. You are sooooo getting catfished, dude!” Nick started cracking up.
“Stuart, that means nothing!” Neha shouted, “She’s probably some inmate using their free time at the computers!”
“I’ll make you a bet, if she’s real you buy us lunch.”
“And if she’s not you owe me $100 and you have to say ‘Neha is always right and more smart than I shall ever be’.” She smiled smugly.
“What are you five?” Stuart raised an eyebrow.
“Do we have a deal?”
“Deal…” He sighed and the two shook on it.
All of a sudden Stuart’s phone started dancing across his desk, “The moment of truth, she’s here….”
You waited on your bike for a few seconds trying to stop your hands from shaking. You couldn’t believe you were about to meet the man who had captivated your heart through mere text messages. Your mother doubted you saying that it was to good to be true. But the fact of the matter is that you had to take the chance on this one. You had been screwed over so many times now and if this really was Stuart, the man in the pictures, then why would you even dare pass this up??
You noticed the door open and that was your signal to hop off. You took off your helmet and shook your scrunched up hair out.
She removed her helmet and her hair flowed behind. I turned to Neha, “catfish my ass.”
“You haven’t even seen her face yet, dipshit.” She retorted.
Just like that the girl from the pictures was now staring at me and her luxurious, y/e/c eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on.
“Y/N?!” I ran to her.
“Stuart!!” You opened up your arms and embraced his hug as he spun you around. “I can’t believe it’s you!”
“You’re finally here! wow, I can finally hold you close and never let go!” He teased, squeezing tighter.
“So you’re y/n?” A girl wearing a scowl like the newest fashion statement approached you.
My stomach dropped, leave it to Neha to try to ruin this.
“Wow, you’re real….” She gasped. Y/N shyly smiled and stuck out her hand to shake it. “You must be Neha, I’ve heard a lot about you.” She handled it well.
Lyle soon approached his mouth agape, “H-h-hi!”
“And you must be Lyle?” You laughed, waving at the nervous guy checking you out.
“Ummm, ya, that’s me, Lyle!”
“I’m a little rusty, but doesn’t that mean “of the island” in French?” You beamed.
“Y-y-yes it does.” He swooned.
“His family is French, anyway, wow pretty and smart. I approve,” Neha looked you up and down.
“And you also owe me and my lovely girlfriend lunch, as you promised,” Stuart smirked, taking your hand and started giving you a quick tour as you made your way to the cafe.
Emmett Cullen imagine requested by anon! “Hello, lovely! I want to request an imagine in which the reader is Bella’s older sister and she starts working at Forks hospital with Carlisle as her boss. One day at work Emmett goes to the hospital to say something to Carlisle, and he meets the reader. They both have awkward reactions like ‘damn he/she is hot’ and then they start having a flirty conversation, until he promises her to visit other day” Hope you like it!
There was a surplus of stable, peaceful occupations in Forks, Washington. Even working in the emergency room, you found your days occupied not in broken femurs or bloody accidents, but in rearranging office supplies in the many monochromatic containers scattered about the reception desk. It wasn’t that there was no action in the town; sure, some of the teens came in with concussions and every now and then a woman would give birth, but it was about as far from the hustling chaos of hospitals you were accustomed to. The days filtered in through the windows, sunshine streaked with gray, diluted by the waterlogged clouds drifting lazily through the sky. Your shifts seemed hours longer than you anticipated. It was quiet, most days, and rather tedious. No one in town was reckless enough to need stitches, which, essentially, rendered your coworkers and yourself useless.
Bella provided most of your entertainment. Your little sister could be counted on for scrapes, bruises, broken bones, blood loss, fainting spells, anything… and she always managed to do it herself. She had recently found herself stuck between her truck and an oncoming van, which was quite the experience at the office. It finally gave your coworkers the opportunity to stretch their legs. To say you didn’t panic was a lie; your little sister could have been mush on the sidewalk. She could have had to be scraped off the side of that God-awful Crowley kid’s car. Somehow, she managed to escape with no more than a bump on the head. Leave it to Bella to find trouble in Forks. She was your most frequent flier out of all of the townspeople. Bella sliced her finger chopping onions. Bella fell down a flight of stairs and sprained her ankle. Bella attempted to walk like a regular bipedal human and ended up bruising her tailbone. Most days you were able to drive her home when your shift ended. Charlie was never surprised.
Bella offered more than just an excuse to practice medicine; her relationship with your boss’ son allowed for rather liberal small talk. While most of the nursing staff was fawning over Doctor Cullen’s inconceivable good looks and chattering away to each other about how desperately they wanted him to leave his equally beautiful wife, you were able to see him as your sister’s boyfriend’s father. Not that you would have made a move if Bella hadn’t snagged Edward. Carlisle wasn’t… like that to you. He didn’t fit that mental image. Something about him was far too… old for your liking. He couldn’t have been older than twenty-five, but his manner of speaking was practically ancient. There was charm, of course, but it was so entirely respectful that it couldn’t have possibly been bred of this era. As one of the few members of your lazy organization who wasn’t trying to woo him and the only member whose sister visited regularly (both the hospital and the Cullen family home), he tended to gravitate to your side. Outside of Edward, Esme, and Rosalie, you hadn’t met the rest of his family quite yet. If they were anything like Bella described and anywhere near as glorious as Carlisle, you were sure you’d get along just fine.
You were seated behind the reception desk, absentmindedly toying with the filing cabinets hidden by your feet. Leafing through patient files was technically illegal, but since you weren’t reading anything on said files, you considered this pass-time appropriate. You’d misplace a manila folder to force yourself to reorganize the entire bin, you’d drag your thumb over the bindings to create the dullest form of music ever to grace the human ear, anything to make the clock move faster. While you were in the process of maintaining your sanity, a stranger had rested his forearms on the counter, awaiting your attention. By the time you noticed him, he was already smirking, amused by your mindless movements. His skin was pale, but nowhere near sickly. Your first thought was that he was visiting someone in the ward, but you were fresh out of patients. Your eyes connected with his, and upon seeing the melted butterscotch of his irises, you understood; this was one of the doctor’s sons. Working solely off of Bella’s description, you attempted to identify the smirking stranger. Your gaze dropped to his hulking form, the thick bands of muscle wrapped around his neck and shoulders giving him away almost instantly. Bella had spoken quite frequently of Edward’s monster truck of a brother before, and the first few words from between his blushing lips sealed your assessment in concrete.
“Having fun, princess?” He grinned, a wicked, mischievous grin, his amber eyes sparkling with intrigue. “Sorry, am I interrupting? I just thought I’d introduce myself. It’s not often I run into someone as beautiful as you are. I’m-” You cut him off, meeting his hand over the surface of the counter, his icy skin matching his father’s to a tee. If you hadn’t been so familiar with this supposed lack of circulation, you likely would have been alarmed. You’d probably admit him, actually. He was cold as clay.
“Emmett Cullen. I’m Y/n, Bella’s sister. She’s told me a lot about you. Nice to finally match a face to a name.” Emmett raised his brow, his teeth snagging his lower lip as his eyes raked over your face.
“Well, Bella left out a few details when she told us about you. I didn’t think you’d be so…” His voice trailed off, his hands clenching and circling as he attempted to find the proper wording to describe you. “So… unbelievably attractive. I mean, you’re…” He shook his head, watching you roll your eyes in mock frustration. Your heart was hammering in your chest at the very thought of charming this stunning man. If you hadn’t known any better, you could have sworn he could hear it too. There was something about the way his eyes flickered to your cheeks to check your blush that had you believing your pulse was as deafening to him as it was to you.
“Be still, my heart,” you whispered, sarcasm seeping through every syllable. Emmett threw his head back, filling the near-silent waiting room with sounds a hospital rarely encounters. His bellowing laughter ricocheted from the colour-cleached walls, his lips pursing as he contained his humour. “You’re quite the charmer. But… you’re not here to slide me pick-up lines, are you?” He opened his mouth to speak, his eyes shimmering with his next attempt at your heart, but your conversation was interrupted by the opening of the emergency room doors. Carlisle, in his pale golden glory, waltzed through, his gait as fluid as if he were dancing to your desk. His hand smoothed over the counter, unintentionally calling attention to the identical complexion he shared with his adopted son. Come to think of it, Edward’s skin was exactly the same colour of unrealistic white. Not… cadaverous, but not exactly healthy either. Carlisle offered a smile, his face illuminating with genuinity.
“I see you’ve met my son. I hope he’s been behaving himself,” the doctor’s voice hushed on the last word, his eyes drilling into Emmett’s as if to test his resolve like a parent staring down a child they know has lied. Emmett smirked, reconnecting with your gaze.
“It’s a shame we didn’t meet sooner. We should have her over for dinner sometime.“ He winked, licking his lips seductively. Carlisle sighed, the breath rushing from his lungs at his son’s blatantly sexual bravado.
“Emmett, that’s… hardly appropriate,” there was the typical reverb of authority in Carlisle’s voice, but something about the way in which he spoke his son’s name made you think he was used to this sort of social breach. Almost like Carlisle had no power to control his son’s manners, like he wouldn’t even bother attempting to redirect the course of the conversation. You hardly minded.
“I’d love to meet the rest of your family. Bella’s been saying such great things,” you added, hoping to somewhat neutralize the situation. Emmett winked, leaning his heavily muscled arm against the counter, leaning in your direction. Carlisle offered a smile, stiffer than you were accustomed to, coming from him.
“Yes, we’ve heard much of you as well. Unfortunately, my son Jasper,” he made very distinct eye contact with Emmett, who ground his teeth in defeat. “Has taken rather ill. He’s in no shape to be seeing anyone. Perhaps some other time?” You nodded slowly, returning the doctor’s friendly grin. He rubbed his hands together, parting his lips to speak. Before any sound was released, his son’s voice was filtering through the air.
“Just the two of us, then.” You blinked, quite dimly, unable to respond to Emmett’s so obvious proposal. He chuckled under his breath, his honey eyes glinting beneath the florescents. “I can pick you up later on tonight, if you’re game. I’m sure Carlisle could let you go an hour early.” It slipped passed your mind how odd it was for Emmett to be addressing his father by his first name, but to be honest, your thoughts were otherwise occupied. Your eyes flashed to Carlisle, silently asking his permission, prompting a quick surrender.
“That’s fine, Emmett. Y/n, I can have you out by seven, no earlier. We have a couple coming in for an induction, I’ll need you.” He turned to face his son, whose smile lit the blood in your veins aflame as easily as if your heart had been pumping gasoline. “Not too late. We’re heading out early tomorrow morning.” Emmett smiled, his teeth gleaming dangerously.
“Will do. I’ll see you,” he pointed a finger in your direction, backing away from the counter, his features morphing somewhat to display his confident excitement, “at seven. Oh, and Carlisle,” he paused, redirecting his gaze, his hands still raised in the air, this time aimed in his father’s general direction. “Alice says six tomorrow.” Carlisle nodded subtly, bidding his son farewell. Emmett caught your eye one last time before ducking through the door, winking conspicuously before racing off towards an intimidating jeep. You could have been imagining it, or perhaps you were overtired, but it seemed like his figure had blurred just before he reached the driver’s side door. You had no idea what you’d gotten yourself into, but as Emmett drove away, leaning heavily on his horn, you were sure you’d have the time of your life. And dinner sounded great… even if it meant something else entirely to your date.
Description: Often Lucina feared that she didn’t have the faintest clue how to be a parent. After all, Morgan had come into her life so suddenly, in a time when she hadn’t even begun to consider having kids of her own.Yet, sometimes… somestimes it all seemed to come naturally.
Notes: Takes place one week following the events of Morgan’s recruitment chapter.
Lucina ran her hand through Morgan’s hair, gently brushing the aside the tangles bangs covering her forehead. The girl murmured softly, the words unintelligible, unconsciously shifting around in her sleep to curl tighter around Lucina. A small, contented smile rested on her lips, even as the rest of her features relaxed as she slipped further into a deeper sleep.
Lucina smiled too, continuing to comb her daughter’s hair with her free hand, the other wrapped around the Morgan’s midsection while she napped in the princess’ lap. Even now, a week on from when they’d first found Morgan within the Ruins of Time, Lucina still marveled at the girl’s features: so very like the man she loved but with several traits that were distinctly her. From her blue hair and eyes, to the shape of her nose, ears, eyebrows, to the Brand of the Exalt traced upon the back of her hand there could be no doubt. She was their daughter.
The soft brushing of parchment sliding against parchment came from next to her; Robin shifting a bit as he turned the page of the book resting in his lap before settling against her once more as he resulted reading. The flickering light of the candles resting on the nearby desk danced across the open pages, the black ink catching in the light. Outside the tent crickets chirped, an owl hooting in the distance among the rustle of the wind in the trees and the grass. The camp was still but for the crackle of distant campfires where those on watch still remained in their vigil while the rest slept.
Lucina sighed contently, leaning her head against Robin’s shoulder, making sure to avoid sudden moves that might wake the girl fast asleep in her lap. She wished it could always be like this: the three of them together, to simply enjoy the company of her newfound family. Just a week ago she had still been trying to figure out her and Robin’s relationship. But that was before Morgan. Now…
… now things had gotten both in some ways so much more complicated while in others much simpler. More often than not Lucina felt out of her depth when dealing with her daughter, fearing that she didn’t know the slightest about being a proper parent. It was all so much to take in, so much she was not prepared for. But then, in other times, in the moments like this, it all just felt so natural. Like it was meant to be.
Morgan murmured again, her eyelids twitching slightly, a hand groping for where Lucina’s rested at her side. Lucina slipped her hand around Morgan’s giving it a gentle squeeze that stilled the girl’s fidgeting. With another soft murmur Morgan settled back again, her final words trailing off into a sigh, her smile returned.
Yes. For all the challenges parenthood had brought, for all she still had to learn before she could be a proper mother to Morgan, Lucina knew in all her heart she wouldn’t have it any other way. For as suddenly as Morgan had come into her life, she already couldn’t imagine a world without her as a part of their family.
“Renyold’s Pamphlet” and “Burn” from Hamilton on Broadway, 11/1/15 matinee performance, with Javier Muñoz as Alexander Hamilton, Renée Elise Goldsberry as Angelica Schuyler, Phillipa Soo as Eliza Schuyler and the Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton
and I’m going to tell you why it’s such an incredible part of the musical (in a read more cause I wouldn’t shut up so sorry for everyone on mobile)
This has been happening with increased frequency since i got Ellie Goulding’s album “Halcyon Days”.
I feel the need to point out that those are not ipod headphones, they just happen to also be white. Also the white cord is just a better graphic read? I ain’t shillin’ for Apple is all i’m sayin’, they don’t need MY help.
It’s fifth period, and for Amber that means conjuring class. The students are quietly working at their desks, conjuring shapes from smooth black graphite, shaping them into common household objects like cups, pencils, or books. Amber, meanwhile, is distractedly tracing her finger through black powder, half-heartedly pulling it together into a coherent shape before letting it collapse again. She just finds the idea too boring to concentrate on; instead, she amuses herself by spinning up little dust devils in the powder, watching them dance playfully on her desk as she conducts them with her fingertips.
A flash of color catches her eye, and she looks at the adjacent desk to see a girl conjuring a pretty pink flower. Amber catches her eye and smiles. The girl smiles back, only to be startled by a sharp word from the teacher.
“Kate! Stop distracting the others and focus on doing the assignment correctly.” he says, striding up to her desk.
Kate stammers, looking down at her lap. “I – sorry…”
“Maybe if you weren’t busy making eyes at another girl, you’d have noticed that this isn’t what you’re supposed to be making.” The teacher presses his palm down on the flower, dispelling it and leaving behind nothing but an ashen smear on Kate’s desk.
Kate struggles for words, clearly on the verge of tears as she looks at her destroyed craft in dismay. Amber fumes. She can’t just let this stand. She thinks for a moment and gathers up the dust on her desk, cupping her hands over the pile. “Oh, were we not supposed to be making plants?” she says loudly, drawing the teacher’s attention. “I was thinking of making something like this…” She puts all of her concentration and focus into the spell as she raises her hands, sprouting a tiny, brilliantly magenta tree trunk from her desk. Other students turn to look as the little tree takes shape, branches springing from its trunk, a stunning array of glittering leaves appearing, leaving the tree with a sparkling rainbow canopy. A few students make impressed sounds, before another glare from the teacher quiets them down.
“Enough!” the teacher nearly shouts. “I will not put up with you willfully interrupting this class. The both of you will go to the principal’s office, now.”
And that’s how Amber ended up sitting in a waiting room next to Kate, fidgeting in her lap.
“Um…th-thanks.” Kate says, offering Amber a shy smile.
“Ehe…I just got you in bigger trouble though.”
Kate shakes her head. “Not your fault. I feel better now anyway.”
“Well…good. Anyway, I’m sure the principal will believe that it’s all my fault. You’re not a delinquent like me.”
“Haha…maybe I should be.”
Amber goes back to fidgeting as the conversation trails off, glancing sideways at Kate. Finally she leans in, giving her a little kiss on the cheek.
“Oh!” Kate says in surprise, her cheeks flushing.
“Uh - sorry, I - ”
Kate shakes her head quickly. “I-it’s okay! I, um…you’re…” She trails off, looking down at her lap. “Can I maybe…” She seems to have a hard time finding words, but she scoots her chair closer, nestling her head against Amber’s shoulder.
“Aw, jeez…of course you can.” Amber lets out a little sigh of contentment. A cute girl resting her head on her shoulder…all the awful adults in the world couldn’t make her feel bad today.
at home: dancing
at the store: practicing leaps
in class: dances w/feet under desk
dance class: dancing
trying on shoes: checks how they look in dance position
going to bed: thinking about steps
in a car: listening to dance music
too tired and sore for any of the above: stretching, probably