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Micheal jumps as he and Shroud stood over a book that obviously was not there's. Turning his head up towards Tubbo.
Wha-? Noooo!
Standing infront of the book. With Shroud moving a blanket on top of it. Causing a obvious bump to be seen.
It um.. Boo has it! Yep. Think he took it when he left the house.
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Here I am, walking home from work, and I see a bunch of bats flying around
And as a normal person, all I can think about is bat!max making friends
Now imagine him 'adopting' *cough* hiding *cough* all his new bat friends in his closet. Alec goes to open said closet one night, and a bunch of bats fly out and he just sighs
"Magnus, you need to have a talk with your son."
"Oh so he's MY son when he's in trouble?"
"He has bats in his closet."
"Oh come on, don't be dramatic! I'm sure his closet isn't that horrible."
"No, I mean actual bats. Literal, flying, probably has rabies, bats."
did i not post this? huh... well, i’ll clean it up later, but here’s the basic post.
warnings: crossovers, fateverse, sci-fi, family/kidfluff, small children having trouble with words (because certain people trick them a lot). language: pg-13.
disclaimer: recognizeable characters belong to Marvel.
timeline: follows Visitation.
notes: 1) good ol’ Phil has to deal with so much shit. he's like Nanny McPhee for superheroes... 2) this Ellie is actually a Network Field Agent specializing in the therapy/emotional support of Wades. they’re honest with her in a way that they aren’t with ‘grown-up’ proctors.
Therapy
“And you’re sure you’re feeling well, sir?” Coulson asks for the umpteenth time.
To be fair, Wade has spent the entire drive coughing up mangled thirty-five-caliber slugs. There are nine of them, lined up neatly on the dash.
“Good as new, Phil.”
“It’s just that when Colonel Fury assigned me as your liaison to SHIELD—”
“He said to take care of me, yeah, yeah, yeah…” Wade takes a big breath to make sure there’s nothing else rattling around. All clear.
“Actually, he said that our relationship with the Network was a crucial one that should be fostered with the utmost care, and that since you and your family are Network Assets—”
“Such language!” gasps Wade. “What would Captain America say?”
Coulson makes an unimpressed face without taking his eyes off the road. “Sir, your daughter is, quote, ‘a critical asset.’ There’s an entire subdivision of SHIELD devoted to her physical, intellectual, and emotional well-being.”
“And just think: in other universes, they just get little vests that say they can go inside stores and restaurants.”
“All right, yes, the term ‘therapy animal’ has been used, for lack of a better descriptor. Even you must admit she’s highly efficacious.”
“You forget I’ve never been one of her ‘patients.’ To me, she’s just my little curly-haired monkey, a pretty awesome gift from the woman I loved.”
Coulson pauses as he pulls into the driveway and parks the car. When the engine’s off, he looks over and says, “You and your family are important to the operation of the Network, so it’s important to SHIELD that your overall health continues to be sound. So, as always, sir—if you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
Wade huffs a thick sigh. “I need to get into a clean set of clothes, I need to remember to cull the DVR, and I need to put on my grown-up panties and ask my girlfriend to marry me. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I really don’t want your help with any of that.”
Coulson nods. After a moment, he shrugs. “She’s outgrown Dora, but you should keep the Spongebob.”
“Shit, all of it? Ugh. That show’s fucking demented. It’s Tuesday; there should be homemade apple turnovers, if the girls haven’t eaten them all. Come in and have a bite.”
“I’d love to, sir.”
In the kitchen, Inez is drying a plate while Ellie squirts whipped cream very carefully onto an apple turnover. She always puts a smiley-face on it for him.
“Welcome back, hun,” Inez says when he kisses her cheek.
“We saved one for you and one for Mr. Phil!” Ellie announces, pushing the smiling pastry over to his seat. “Mr. Phil, do you like ice cream or whip-cream on your turnunders?”
Coulson blinks just once. “What flavor of ice cream?”
“Manila, bunner-sotch, or moose prints.”
“A scoop of vanilla would be delightful, Miss Wilson.”
“That’s Agent Eleanor,” she corrects haughtily. “Today I was working.”
“Oh?” Wade says as he takes the fork she hands him and digs in.
She nods. “Just one, and it was only about an hour. Skye brought him, but it was still official. They had a Grumpy Wade, too, but he wasn’t here for me. He didn’t talk much…he just did the Look a lot.”
The ‘Look’ as Ellie defines it, is something Wades do when they love her so much they want to give her all the ice cream, but they’re afraid of messing her up somehow.
“We showed him the treehouse, and we talked about school, and he put our hair in braids. He said it’s not fair to make Skye always be Elsa just ‘cause of she’s older.”
“He’s right,” Inez opines. “What if she wants to be Sven?”
“We all agreed she wouldn’t look good with ank-lers.”
“These turnovers are superb, Miss Temple,” Coulson says.
Inez winks and replies, “Thank ya kindly, Phil.”
“So is that the official report that you ladies sent off?” Wade asks, waving his fork. “‘Skye wouldn’t look good with antlers’?”
Ellie gives him a stern look. “Don’t be silly, Papi. Agent 90115 confirms one hour of therapy with subject designate Wade Wilson BT562-Omega. Subject mainly passive, but inner-acted well when prompted.”
“Interacted,” says Inez.
“Whatever. I did all the tests—he’s defi-nilly been a dad before, maybe even another Ellie’s dad. He looked sad when he had to go, so I pretended we’d see each other again soon. Oh, I forgot! Just two more and I can get my Proctor surrey-fication!”
“How exciting,” Coulson says obligingly, which makes Ellie preen.
“I have a findly homed skill set and a responsibilly to use it to help people.”
Yup, another one! Because my mind just won’t shut up sometimes. Jeez, brain, take a break will ya?
Anyways. Rafael Lightwood-Bane is a lot like his namesake, Raphael Santiago, and his father Alec. He doesn’t do well with people. In fact, he hates talking to strangers. From his time in Buenos Aires, he doesn’t trust easily.
So what does he do when he doesn’t want to talk to people? He puts on a show, something he learned from his Papa. He acts like he can’t understand a single word they are saying, as if he only speaks Spanish. He’d be so dramatic, like one of those mundane Spanish shows Uncle Simon watched to try and learn Spanish for Rafa.
And of course when he’s speaking in Spanish, he’s really making comments about said people that just cracks Max, up as he ‘translates’ for his big brother.
They are a troublesome duo, the brothers. And Alec would scold Rafael on how he can’t pretend to not know English forever- but not before laughing first. Wishing he knew Spanish, he would have done the same thing growing up.
And Magnus? He’d be wearing the proudest smile while giving his sons’ high-fives.
Shroud peaks back at the blanket. Moving a leg of his to hide it more. Causing only the bump to grow bigger and more obvious. Looking back at Micheal who stares back and nods. Turning to Tubbo again.
Anyways .. go! Me and Shroud have very serious games to continue..!
So I'm in a scary, atmospheric spot in a game, and there's this soft, screechy violin playing in the background. It stops suddenly, and I steel myself for a tough fight. Except... nothing happens.
Then I remember that we just rented my niece a violin.
