No Context Dialogue

No Context Dialogue

"Hey, don't dig up the orchids playing your little game!"

"Not playing a game!"

me coming back to a WIP after not looking at it for months:

me: *opens yet another google doc to continue writing*

my pile of unused notebooks: 

Winnie the Pooh

In Which We Are Introduced Lillian-May And An Adventure Begins…

Series: The new age

Word count: 1,566

Characters: Madeline, Ms. Robin, Pooh and Friends

Warnings: Fluff, and brother sister bonding

Notes: So I wrote this for a school project. We had a small word limit and little time to complete the project so the ending it muddled and a bit rushed. The original idea was to add character that would give some life to the the lifeless 2018, Christopher Robin movie.

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Here is Lillian-May, looking up at the sky now, watching the world pass her by. “That one looks like a duckling,” she thought, “that one a slithery skake.”

She laid in the middle of the bench, in the middle of her family’s rear garden, alone. Stretching her arms out she dug her fingers into the ground, getting dirt stuck beneath her nails. She pulled up and released what grass she held into the breeze. Quietly she watched it go. Swirling this way and that. She watched it until it disappeared over the fence, into the yard.

“Where does the wind take such small thing?” She couldn’t help but wonder.

She’d seen the wind take leaves in the fall, and the white fluffy wishlings the summer.

Lillian-May smiled as a grand idea, came to mind. She was quite tired of doing nothing. For you she’d done nothing all morning and now it was early afternoon. Sometimes doing nothing could be quite boring, if done for long enough.

She sat up swinging her legs over the side of the bench. Only something fun could cure her great boredom. Perhaps an adventure was what she needed. An adventure for what, she didn’t quite know. Just an adventure through the wood to find something. Something had to be better than nothing.

“I suppose I should start my searching,” she decided, rolling over onto her stomach, she got to her feet, and said her last goodbye to the duckling cloud. The skake got nothing more than a curt wave and rude raspberry.

She hopped up the steps, one, three, one, two, three, four, five, for to her there was no other way of going up the steps. She always forgot step two, then decided perhaps if that step had feelings she did indeed hurt them by skipping them over. So she goes back to start from the beginning, making sure she does indeed do step two.

Lillian-May open the door quietly, peaking her head through, she looks around ensuring no one is around to notice her, then slips through the small opening.

“Lillian-May, is that you darling?” Called her mother.

“No, mummy it’s not me,” answered Lillian-May.

The mother, her mother is a lovely woman—the loveliest, the very best at kissing booboos, and giving hugs, and singing lullabies. Her mother is the best mother in all of London, she has to be, as it says so on the card Lillian-May and her older sister made for their mother’s birthday earlier that year.

Her mother was an architect or at least that’s what Lillian-May was told, she couldn’t quite remember a time when her mum was anything except her mother. She sometimes finds herself thinking maybe it was a time before she was born if only she could remember such a time.

With those few words, she went on through the house, up the stairs, to the room she shares with her sister.

She can’t say she is close to her sister, not in the way she wants to be. For her sister, Madeline is a girl with a very big brain. Which is why Lillian-May found it odd that her sister understands very little.

She crouches on her knees before her bed, looking at the clutter underneath. As Lillian-May would explain there needs to be a underneath her bed, the mess keeps the monster happy, and the monster beneath the bed protects her from the snufflegrump in the closet.

“There you are,” said Lillian-May pulling out her hat of adventuring, it’s the only hat one can wear when good adventuring is to be done. For one cannot explore without the proper cap.

“What are you up to now?” Asked Madeline in a somewhat annoyed voice.

Lillian-May smiled mischievously, placing her hat of adventuring upon her small head. “Why can’t you tell?” Asked Lillian-May. “There is adventuring to be done. You, of course, are welcome to come. One can get the job done, but two makes it twice as fun.”

“I have work to do,” said Madeline, sitting at the one desk in their room.

Of course, he has work to do, people with very big brains always have work to do. They work so very hard to understand the very hardest things there are to understand.

Lillian-May always promised to keep her brain very small. For the work, her brother did never did seem like fun, like the small things that popped into her very small brain.

“That’s okay,” said Lillian-May, “I shall enlist my friend’s surely they will go adventuring.”

“Your animal friends?”

“Yep,” said Lillian-May popping the ‘p’.

That’s how it was and that’s how it always had been between the two siblings. Madeline, a girl with many responsibilities that she gives to herself. And Lillian-May, a child with her head up in the clouds.

After leaving her brother to his work, she hopped on down the steps, careful in not forgetting step two. She never forgot step two on the way down, that would just be silly.

“Mummy where are my boots?” Yelled Lillian-May the moments she reaches the base of the stairwell.

Lillian-May parades into the living room where her lovely mother sits, stitching up a quilt she’d made for her eldest child in her younger years.

“Mummy, do you know where my boots are?” Asked Lillian-May, “I can’t possibly go adventuring without them.”

“Of course you can’t. What’s a good explorer without her boots?” Asked her mother. She picks Lillian-May up, sitting her daughter on her lap.

“They aren’t under the bed, or at the base step like the ought to be.” Said Lillian-May in a sort of worried tone. Surely her boots didn’t walk off, they knew better than to run off without her.

“Did you look beneath the table?” Asked her mother.

“Why would they be there?” Lillian-May asked confusedly. Perhaps her boots had gotten hungry, as everything inevitably does, but then again they only eat mud and dirt.

“I do believe I recall a certain little girl leaving them there before dinner,” her mother said kindly.

Lillian-May grinned sheepishly, she had almost forgotten. Often times her adventuring days ended at the dinner table, and in her excitement, she forgot to check her boots at the door.

“Oh right, in all my forgetfulness I had forgotten.” Said Lillian-May.

With these words she slid off her mother’s lap, after saying one last thank you, she ran into the next room, the kitchen. She came to a stop before the table, bending over to see what lied beneath.

There she saw her boots, sitting in front of her chair, in a puddle of mud.

“Silly boots, I almost lost you,” said Lillian-May.

As her grandfather had once told her when she was very little. One can not set off on a proper adventure without the right pair of boots. Though she thought her adventure cap was indeed more helpful.

Lillian-May sat outside her back door, pulling on her big boots. She’d gotten them when she was smaller, now she’d grown, as all small children do.

“All I need now is some friends,” said Lillian-May in a matter of fact tone. “Perhaps a silly old bear.” She said as she ran off into the deep wood.

After some time she came upon a place most familiar. The home of one huggable Pooh Bear.

“Good evening Pooh Bear,” she called out coming down the bend.

“Hallo Lillian-May.”

“Prepare yourself, Pooh,” said Lillian-May excitedly.

“Ah yes prepare,” Pooh said. He thought for a little and then asked. “Prepare? For…supper?”

Lillian-May shook her head and giggled. “No you silly old bear. We are all going on a grand Expedition,” said Lillian-May as she boldly pointed her hand in the air. “We are going to go on an adventure.”

“Oh!” said Pooh. “What kind of adventure?” he asked.

“The fun kind,” said Lillian-May, not quite knowing what kind herself. “I don’t quite know what for. But it’s an adventure, for something.”

“What kind of a something?” Asked Pooh.

“We won’t know until we find it Pooh.” Said Lillian-May, as she carelessly drew symbols in the dirt.

“Ah yes, yes I see now.” Said Pooh, though he didn’t really.

“Now you’d best go round and get the others. I must go to get more adventuring supplies from my tree.” And with these new orders Pooh waddled off.

It wasn’t long before Pooh and his friends were all together ready to begin their adventure. First to arrive was, of course, was Pooh with his best animal friend Piglet, then Lillian-May and Kanga, with Roo in her pocket, then Eeyore and lastly Tigger with the rest of their friends.

“Well here we all are,” said Eeyore in his usual melancholy way. “Together again.”

“Yes Eeyore,” said Lillian-May. “Together for another adventure.”

“An adventure? Yippee!” Squeaked young Roo as he jumped out of his mother’s pouch.

“Are you ready?”

“Ready!” Cheered all the animals of the wood. Pooh, Tigger and all except save for Eeyore.

So off they all went on a grand new adventure, where to none of them knew, what for they didn’t know either. However they were with they’re friends, so it didn’t quite matter.

forget slow burn romance, give me slow burn found family. give me enemies to friends to siblings. tired, weary old mentors learning to live again for their plucky young apprentices. heroes sharing apartments after world saving adventures because they’re so used to living with each other. dramatic “oh shit” moments where someone gets kidnapped and the other realizes “god, that’s my kid.” i want to sit and watch in agony for thirty chapters while two idiots slowly adopt each other, someone get on it

Headcanons for being T’Challa and Nakia’s child

T’Challa/Nakia x child!reader

warnings:

a/n: thank you anon 💕

prompt: anonymous: “i love your work so much!! can i request a headcanon for being nakia and t'challa's (mcu) child? sending my love to you💕💕”

your parents were very busy people

but they always made time for you

your mother, nakia, taught you tons about strength and kindness

your father, t’challa, taught you how to be humble and honest

they were good at their job

your grandparents adored you, they would spend every second with you if they could

“my son, where is my grandchild? send them my way when you have a moment”

“yes, father, i will”

your childhood was bright, full of love

your parents only feared your curiosity of the world, anything outside of wakana

shuri was your designated babysitter, she had a knack for teaching you vulgar language and hand signs

“ah, shit” -shuri after dropping a part on the ground

“shit”

“no! no, no, don’t say that. auntie shuri didn’t mean to say that. oh, your father is going to kill me”

but she also shared her smarts with you, a powerful weapon, in her book

it made t’challa proud

nakia carried you until you were too big to be carried

she was worried you’d get into some type of trouble just like your father

but she also taught you how to defend yourself

you had many paths ahead of you, one of royalty, one of a warrior, and one of knowledge

your mother was a caring person, she wanted to help others above all, you got your caring nature from her

your father saw much of your mother in you, which he found comfort in while she was away

you were a natural-born leader, as well, fitting for your future

“y/n, one day, you may lead our people to greatness, just as your grandfather”

“auntie shuri told me that i’m gonna be a ‘kickass (king/queen/ruler)’”

“oh, she did, did she?”

“she also showed me this” *sticks middle finger up*

t’challa had to have a word with his sister

family dinners were very exciting, you always sat next to your grandmother

she always gave you a bit of her dessert

“don’t tell your father, this is our little secret”

don’t get me started on okoye, that woman adores you

she would do anything for you

“okoye, can you cover for me if i sneak out for the day? i’d like to see more of the kingdom”

“you know i don’t like lying to your father”

“pleaaaase?”

“...fine. go along now”

you were very persuasive sometimes

your first trip out of the country was a bleak affair, it was supposed to teach you of diplomacy

but at this UN meeting, your grandfather was murdered, sparking a fire in you that your parents couldn’t ignore, you were just like them

okoye was supposed to make sure you stayed out of trouble while your father got his revenge, but something about this situation didn’t feel right

“okoye, i want to fight with him”

“you’re too young, y/n, i will not disobey direct orders”

“i need to do this!”

once your father learned the truth about the circumstances of grandfather t’chaka’s death, you returned home with a few passengers

soon, bucky barnes lived within your borders

“before i am king, i must get your mother”

“i thought she didn’t want anyone in the way of her mission?”

“extenuating circumstance”

“wonderful, don’t freeze up”

“did okoye tell you to say that?”

and your father was crowned king, taking on the mantle of the black panther

and you got to see your mother after some time apart

“my baby! how are you?”

“im well, mother, and you?”

she wrapped you up in a loving hug

“i’ve missed you”

you desperately wanted to be out in the field, you’ve gone as far as working in shuri’s lab on your own weapons and...other tech

“what’s that, y/n?”

“it’s a surprise tool that will help us later”

“you’re lucky im not a snitch”

she encouraged your work as a warrior

“do not waste your talent, my (neice, nephew, nibling)”

and you soon needed to use your inventions to defeat your second cousin, erik

you finally felt your father’s pain when erik murdered him in front of you

nakia rushed you and your paternal family away before any harm could be done to you

“mother, i cannot sit on the sidelines any longer!”

“and i cannot lose my lover and my child in the same day”

but your luck hadn’t run out yet, your father was still alive, barely clinging to life

“wake up, father”

and then he did, with a plan

your suit making it’s debut alongside your mother and aunt

“i don’t know whether to be upset or proud, my child”

“please let it be proud”

proving that you could kick some serious ass out there, which solved your previous ailment

“proud, it is!”

actually ending up worrying over your mother

“y/n, don’t worry about me, worry about yourself”

once the fighting had ceased, your father found you in your battle gear

“what do we have here?”

“...”

“it suits you, y/n”

“you’re not mad?”

“i cant be mad at you for following in my footsteps”

your mother stayed in wakanda for a while, everything seemed to play out well for a while

but time went on and new challenges surfaced

the avengers’ visit resulted in a massacre

you fought with your people and still failed to protect them like you were told to do

“father, there’s too many of them!”

“don’t worry, little one! i know you can do this!”

okoye was protecting you through part of the battle, much to your dismay

when thanos snapped, your father and aunt disappeared, leaving you to the throne

“grandmother, please guide me”

“i will, my dear, but you must follow your own path, as well”

five years went by and you worked to help rehabilitate your country after the loss of so many people, it wasn’t the same

until everyone suddenly reappeared

“father?”

“what happened here?”

“uh...you died?”

“what?”

“you died five years ago, i’ve been ruling ever since...”

“i assume this means we have a fight coming our way”

“i wouldn’t be surprised”

there was a great fight against a thanos from a decade or so ago

it was a rough fight, i’ll give you that, but this teamup was legendary

you were surrounded by an incredible array of heroes that wouldn’t let you down

and your father only worried about you a little bit, he trusted you

you on the other hand? you were terrified of losing him again

but your father was not the one to lose his life, instead it was the father of a young girl

tony stark gave his life so that the rest of you may live

the least you could do was pay your respects

you attended the funeral with t’challa

he let it be known that he was incredibly proud of how you handled yourself in the years he was absent

“oh yeah, well, when we get home, i think our people need their rightful king back”

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