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lucathiaTitle: so my captain shrank... now what? (1/9)
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 991
Summary: The vice-captains of the Twelve Holy Knights never thought that their duties would include looking after their deaged captains. They've really been missing out.
Notes: I'm finally done! This is a companion piece that takes place after A Vice-Captain's Tale and before the epilogue of so we can get to know you, featuring the vice-captains taking care of their tiny captains. I've finally finished writing it! :D The final word count is around 11k, though I am still editing future parts, so it might turn out longer. I'll be posting it in sections here on DW and AO3 as I continue to edit (my document on 4tw has gotten so laggy from the length, ahaha), but I might post it as one long chapter on ffnet, perhaps as an extra chapter to A Vice-Captain's Tale. I haven't decided yet. If you haven't read either of the fics this story is related to, just know that I've given each of the vice-captains their own personalities in A Vice-Captain's Tale, while the Twelve Holy Knights are hit with a deaging curse in so we can get to know you. This mixes the two stories. Some parts will be shorter than others, while some parts will be longer. I'll be posting this daily on DW as time permits, while AO3 and ffnet will be a tad slower. I'll be tagging this first part with both of the previous two stories but won't tag future parts with those two tags. Please note that this doesn't have an overarching story to it and should be read as snippets of each vice-captain's experience. :3
Storm
After the bandit incident with Sun and Earth going undercover and Cloud shrinking out of nowhere, leaving them shorthanded, several captains were in favor of getting the vice-captains more deeply involved in helping whenever they might lose a few years. The first to get assigned to captain-sitting was Vice-Captain Storm, who was still going steady with his girlfriend, even after all the times she had yelled at his captain (and even slapped him, though thankfully that did not happen all that often, just occasionally). In fact, he was right in the middle of a date with that very girlfriend, brainstorming with her over rumors to spread about his captain's flirtatious ways, when Knight-Captain Earth and Knight-Captain Blaze rounded the corner, faces lighting up at the sight of him.
"Thank the God of Light! Vice-Captain Storm, pass!" Knight-Captain Earth said and shoved something into his arms with not a word more.
"Pass" was really not the correct word to use here, as what was "passed" to Vice-Captain Storm was definitely nothing inanimate or suitable to be passed around like a sack of potatoes. For when Vice-Captain Storm looked down at what he held in his arms, he was greeted by a set of large, brimming green eyes, about to overflow with tears, framed by a chubby face that belonged to none other than a miniature version of his captain.
Definitely not a sack of potatoes.
Now, there were certainly many ways he could have responded, including letting his mouth drop open in shock or shouting after the two knight-captains for an explanation (but they had already vanished around the next corner, even faster than Knight-Captain Cloud could disappear, which was definitely no small feat, so there went that option, though he could've stilled yelled into an echoing corridor for the heck of it) but Vice-Captain Storm did none of that. Instead, his immediate reaction was to glance up at his girlfriend, who also looked up at the same time. Their eyes locked over the teary-eyed boy he held.
"Honey, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked, a slow smile spreading across his face.
She nodded, a similar smile spreading across her face, squashing even the disdain she had felt toward the two knight-captains for their irresponsibility of leaving a child behind with no explanation. She said, "This is going to blow all the other rumors out of the water."
His smile turned into a grin. "Imagine the headlines!"
She slowly grinned in return, finishing his sentence. "Cleric Claims Angelic Boy to be Storm Knight's Son."
Oh, this was just too perfect of a plan! Even better than getting the Storm Knight Platoon's girlfriends to yell at his captain one after another! Why hadn't he thought of this idea before? His miniature captain could be the first. With his resemblance to his adult self, there were plenty who would believe that his miniature captain was indeed "Storm Knight's son."
It mattered little that they were the same person (and Vice-Captain Storm didn't even stop to wonder how things had ended up this way. He was pretty sure Knight-Captain Earth and Knight-Captain Blaze would have given him more instructions if things were dire, so his deduction led him to believe that they just needed him to be a captain-sitter, and he would be correct about that).
After this first claim of the Storm Knight having a "son," they could get other clerics to also show up with children, even if those children didn't resemble the Storm Knight all that closely. The resemblance could be with their mothers, after all. Then, after so many claims of fatherhood, who wouldn't think the Storm Knight to be a flirt?
It was the perfect plan. His girlfriend reached out for his miniature captain to carry out their perfect plan, and he was about to hand his miniature captain over to carry out their very perfect plan, when his captain's tears decided that enough was enough. All that "brimming" and "almost overflowing" nonsense was exactly that—nonsense. Watch me overflow and soak your shirt and get accompanied by very healthy lungs to ruin your not-so-perfect plans and your no longer dry shirt!
Well, there went his shirt. Tears, snot, and strength well beyond a toddler (as what toddler could twist his shirt so much that he'd need to apply steam later to get all the creases out?) joined forces to topple Vice-Captain Storm's plans before he could even lay the foundation.
His girlfriend immediately let go of his captain's shoulders as if he were a hot potato. The moment she let go, the crying died down, turning into sniffles. When she reached out again after he quieted down, pretending she was about to pick him up, the crying immediately grew louder once more.
She stepped back. The crying lowered in volume.
She walked closer. Immediately wailing.
And so, she took several steps back, all the way until the crying stopped completely. It took an entire twelve feet for them to finally be blessed with a silent, peaceful corridor.
They shared another look over his miniature captain's head, now with both of them on opposite ends of the corridor, as it was obvious that his captain would not let himself get handed over, especially not to a woman's hands, not even at such a young age.
With an armful of weepy captain who just would not let go of his poor shirt, Vice-Captain Storm had to change his very perfect plan for a not-so-perfect plan B, but it would have to do under these not-so-perfect circumstances, and bless him for having a girlfriend who was just so in sync with him.
"Imagine the headlines," he shouted across the corridor, grin returning to his face once he revised the plan in his head.
She slowly grinned in return, shouting back at him to finish his sentence an entire twelve feet away. "Vice-Captain Claims Angelic Boy to be Lovechild With Captain Storm!"
to be continued
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 991
Summary: The vice-captains of the Twelve Holy Knights never thought that their duties would include looking after their deaged captains. They've really been missing out.
Notes: I'm finally done! This is a companion piece that takes place after A Vice-Captain's Tale and before the epilogue of so we can get to know you, featuring the vice-captains taking care of their tiny captains. I've finally finished writing it! :D The final word count is around 11k, though I am still editing future parts, so it might turn out longer. I'll be posting it in sections here on DW and AO3 as I continue to edit (my document on 4tw has gotten so laggy from the length, ahaha), but I might post it as one long chapter on ffnet, perhaps as an extra chapter to A Vice-Captain's Tale. I haven't decided yet. If you haven't read either of the fics this story is related to, just know that I've given each of the vice-captains their own personalities in A Vice-Captain's Tale, while the Twelve Holy Knights are hit with a deaging curse in so we can get to know you. This mixes the two stories. Some parts will be shorter than others, while some parts will be longer. I'll be posting this daily on DW as time permits, while AO3 and ffnet will be a tad slower. I'll be tagging this first part with both of the previous two stories but won't tag future parts with those two tags. Please note that this doesn't have an overarching story to it and should be read as snippets of each vice-captain's experience. :3
Part 1
Storm
After the bandit incident with Sun and Earth going undercover and Cloud shrinking out of nowhere, leaving them shorthanded, several captains were in favor of getting the vice-captains more deeply involved in helping whenever they might lose a few years. The first to get assigned to captain-sitting was Vice-Captain Storm, who was still going steady with his girlfriend, even after all the times she had yelled at his captain (and even slapped him, though thankfully that did not happen all that often, just occasionally). In fact, he was right in the middle of a date with that very girlfriend, brainstorming with her over rumors to spread about his captain's flirtatious ways, when Knight-Captain Earth and Knight-Captain Blaze rounded the corner, faces lighting up at the sight of him.
"Thank the God of Light! Vice-Captain Storm, pass!" Knight-Captain Earth said and shoved something into his arms with not a word more.
"Pass" was really not the correct word to use here, as what was "passed" to Vice-Captain Storm was definitely nothing inanimate or suitable to be passed around like a sack of potatoes. For when Vice-Captain Storm looked down at what he held in his arms, he was greeted by a set of large, brimming green eyes, about to overflow with tears, framed by a chubby face that belonged to none other than a miniature version of his captain.
Definitely not a sack of potatoes.
Now, there were certainly many ways he could have responded, including letting his mouth drop open in shock or shouting after the two knight-captains for an explanation (but they had already vanished around the next corner, even faster than Knight-Captain Cloud could disappear, which was definitely no small feat, so there went that option, though he could've stilled yelled into an echoing corridor for the heck of it) but Vice-Captain Storm did none of that. Instead, his immediate reaction was to glance up at his girlfriend, who also looked up at the same time. Their eyes locked over the teary-eyed boy he held.
"Honey, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked, a slow smile spreading across his face.
She nodded, a similar smile spreading across her face, squashing even the disdain she had felt toward the two knight-captains for their irresponsibility of leaving a child behind with no explanation. She said, "This is going to blow all the other rumors out of the water."
His smile turned into a grin. "Imagine the headlines!"
She slowly grinned in return, finishing his sentence. "Cleric Claims Angelic Boy to be Storm Knight's Son."
Oh, this was just too perfect of a plan! Even better than getting the Storm Knight Platoon's girlfriends to yell at his captain one after another! Why hadn't he thought of this idea before? His miniature captain could be the first. With his resemblance to his adult self, there were plenty who would believe that his miniature captain was indeed "Storm Knight's son."
It mattered little that they were the same person (and Vice-Captain Storm didn't even stop to wonder how things had ended up this way. He was pretty sure Knight-Captain Earth and Knight-Captain Blaze would have given him more instructions if things were dire, so his deduction led him to believe that they just needed him to be a captain-sitter, and he would be correct about that).
After this first claim of the Storm Knight having a "son," they could get other clerics to also show up with children, even if those children didn't resemble the Storm Knight all that closely. The resemblance could be with their mothers, after all. Then, after so many claims of fatherhood, who wouldn't think the Storm Knight to be a flirt?
It was the perfect plan. His girlfriend reached out for his miniature captain to carry out their perfect plan, and he was about to hand his miniature captain over to carry out their very perfect plan, when his captain's tears decided that enough was enough. All that "brimming" and "almost overflowing" nonsense was exactly that—nonsense. Watch me overflow and soak your shirt and get accompanied by very healthy lungs to ruin your not-so-perfect plans and your no longer dry shirt!
Well, there went his shirt. Tears, snot, and strength well beyond a toddler (as what toddler could twist his shirt so much that he'd need to apply steam later to get all the creases out?) joined forces to topple Vice-Captain Storm's plans before he could even lay the foundation.
His girlfriend immediately let go of his captain's shoulders as if he were a hot potato. The moment she let go, the crying died down, turning into sniffles. When she reached out again after he quieted down, pretending she was about to pick him up, the crying immediately grew louder once more.
She stepped back. The crying lowered in volume.
She walked closer. Immediately wailing.
And so, she took several steps back, all the way until the crying stopped completely. It took an entire twelve feet for them to finally be blessed with a silent, peaceful corridor.
They shared another look over his miniature captain's head, now with both of them on opposite ends of the corridor, as it was obvious that his captain would not let himself get handed over, especially not to a woman's hands, not even at such a young age.
With an armful of weepy captain who just would not let go of his poor shirt, Vice-Captain Storm had to change his very perfect plan for a not-so-perfect plan B, but it would have to do under these not-so-perfect circumstances, and bless him for having a girlfriend who was just so in sync with him.
"Imagine the headlines," he shouted across the corridor, grin returning to his face once he revised the plan in his head.
She slowly grinned in return, shouting back at him to finish his sentence an entire twelve feet away. "Vice-Captain Claims Angelic Boy to be Lovechild With Captain Storm!"
to be continued
