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I am cheating...
...because this is a pokeprompt, but I'm using it for Good Omens and stuff as well.
Prompt: Never regret anything because at one point it was exactly what you wanted.
Self-imposed theme: apple
In order, the fics are of Good Omens, The Sandman and Pokemon.
Title: No apple not worth eating (or stealing)
Fandom: Good Omens and The Sandman
Characters: Adam and Eve, the Them + Dog, Aziraphale
Disclaimer: PTerry and NGaiman are kings of the 'verses, not me.
The very first Adam had a wife named Eve. He may or may not had two other wives before. The first one, made from moonshone winds and darkness of night, left him and the garden by her own will after an argument. The second was nameless and storyless. The third and last, Eve, a female shadow of himself, ate the forbidden apple and was forced to leave. She was heavy with child at the time. Their child. Adam peeked over the Angel of Eastern Gate. The Angel clumsily moved aside a bit to let him look. Then tried to see what was the first man on Earth looking at, with two of his eyes, while keeping another two on Adam so he didn't sneak away or something (Crowley used to play the "Hey, look over there!" game with him quite often and, in fact, was how the old snake sneaked in again) and the other four scanning the area so there won't be an ambush. Adam sighed. Misery crowded his face and deformed it. The outside world was harsh. No way Eve and her child - their child - could survive without help. He looked at the forbidden apple. It sat in his hand innocently, looking as harmless as an apple could. It looked just like any other apple. It was just a stupid apple, he thought, why such punishment for an apple? As far as apples were concerned, Father could probably make as many of them as He wanted. So why the fuss?
Adam, like a model human being, took a bite in attempt to know what was it about. That only resulted in getting kicked out as well.
Oh well, he thought, at least I can stay with Eve now.
Hand in hand, Adam and Eve walked towards the Eastern Gate. The Angel of the Gate looked worried. The Angel mumbled something about "rain" and "cold" and gave his flaming sword to Eve. It rained soon after and Adam and Eve had to run into a cave for shelter. The fire from the sword lit up the place and produced warmth. Most people can not remember if they sat side by side, face to face or in each other's arms, but we are safe to assume that Adam probably told stories over the fire to his wive who, enchanted by her husband's words, forgot about all the cold and rain and exile, remember only that she was not only not alone, but also loved and cared about.
And Adam, that night, with Eve and their newborn child safe in his arms, probably had no regrets over eating the apple.
Thousands of years later, humans still cuddled around fire and told stories, though the fire no longer came from a flaming sword that turning in all directions (unless you had a really fancy fireplace, you lucky bastard). Adam Young, like his namesake, was warming himself by a bonfire. He was temporarily kicked out of his house for acting young when he should behave older, but really it was less about acting young or old but more about doing something stupid and forbidden but tempting over wise and correct but boring: stealing a bunch of apples and run instead of asking nicely or paying for them, in a little town where everybody knew each other and could told who was who by hints as small as one's smell or how a branch was bent out of place. And he was almost twenty. Boys that old shouldn't behave like that, the adults said.
So Adam was camping outside for night. No one was to talk to him or let him in until he promised not to steal anymore.
So boring.
So lonely.
Suddenly, the tall grass behind him rustled. A small barking thing jumped onto him and licked his face. Adam laughed and laughed, and laughed even more when he put Dog on the ground and the grass rustled even more and three more shadows came out. All the Them was here!
They all stole some apples. Pepper's idea.
The drank soda and ate sour green apples, then tried to bake the apples over the fire to see if that'd make them less sour, then gave up and told stories till they really, really, needed to sleep (the nearby adults were yelling at them to shut up) and the mosquitoes were killing them. They extinguished the bonfire and went into the tent, killed the mosquitoes that got in and told more stories in loud whispers until the morning light caught them in the act.
When they grew older and started to drift apart, they did not regret that one particular apple theft. Or anything they did together.
Title: Stories over shards
Fandom: The Sandman
Characters: Nada, Morpheus, Lucifer
Disclaimer: NGaiman wrote The Sandman.
Nada sat in Hell, alone.
Nada tried to be a clever mortal. Gods often fell in love with ephemeral humans, but the mortal rarely reciprocated and, even if they did, they more often then not ended up broken in some way. Because, even if they never realised it, the gods have always, subconsciously, treated the mortal as inferior and mere toy without its own mind, even if biologically they are of the same species, as their offspring are many and fertile.
Some mortals knew this and tried to avoid the trouble by refusing their love, to no avail. When Gilgamesh refused Inanna's love, the Bull of Heaven was dispatched to punish he and his people. When he defeated the bull, the death of Enkidu befell and, after years of mourning, he died alone, perhaps on his companion's tomb. Nada's fate was worse. When the meteor fell on her city, it fell. The entire city was shattered like glass. She killed herself to escape the pain, but still the Dreamlord followed, and she refused again. And she was punished again. Fortunately, alone this time.
She did not regret her choice, no matter how much pain it caused her.
Nada sat alone in Hell. Starving. She hadn't eaten for thousands of years. She remembered the time when she was a queen. The food. The fruits.
"Apple?" A voiced asked.
She opened her eyes and saw a bright red apple before her face, supported by a human hand. Her gaze followed the arm and met the face of a charming young man with a pleased smile. She nodded and reached for the apple.
"Nah. I don't think you should eat it though." The young man said as he took the apple away.
"Why not?"
He turned the apple around. There was two bite marks on it.
"Have you heard the tale of Adam and Eve?" He said, with the smug voice of a child who had done a bad deed.
Nada shook her head. She guessed that it might be another story about some tragic love. The man made sign that he was about to tell the tale. Out of habit, Nada shifted to sit in a more comfortable position; she couldn't as the entire floor was nothing but glass shards of her city and twitched in pain.
The man told the tale of Adam and Eve known to most mortals. Then he told another version, known only to few, from a different perspective. Then another version, weaved by men.
"Oh my, look at the time! I almost forgot why I came here: you can leave this place now. I'll leave the door open." He said, taking the apple with him.
"Good luck!" He added before vanishing.
Nada pondered the meaning of the story. She wondered if her story had many versions as well. She looked at the open door.
And waited some more.
Ok, now over with the angst and have some fluffy children's stuff!
Title: Green Apple, Red Apple
Fandom: Pokemon games
Characters: Green, Red, Aoi (Blue), Silver, Lyra, Ethan.
Disclaimer: Game Freak made the game and the characters.
"This apple's sour." Aoi remarked. She just took a bite from a green apple.
"Really? Pikachu, Eevee and Jigglypuff are eating them fine though." Green said as he picked up an apple.
"Maybe it's just this apple?" Aoi said as she picked up a red apple. She took a bite. "Sweet! This one is sweet!"
Red picked up two apples, one red, one green; and took one bite off each. He frowned when he found out that the green one's sweet and the red one's bitter.
"I wish your granddad invented a fruitdex too, Green." Lyra commented.
"No way, he's a pokemon professor, not a fruit professor!"
"What about your sister?"
"She's a coordinator. In Kanto. Translation: she doesn't study berries as part of her job, unlike the Hoenn coordinators."
"We use berries in Johto too."
"For battles though." Sou added.
"Brendan should know a lot about berries. He's a Hoenn trainer and coordinator, isn't he?" Aoi suggested.
"But apples are fruit, not berry." Sou deadpaned. Green resisted roundhouse kicking him in the face for doing that to Aoi.
Splat.
A flying rotten apple was blocked one centimetre before Green's face by a three fingered stone hand. Everyone turned to see where it came from and saw Silver's jolly totodile putting its front paws behind its back and tried to whistle. Ethan's naughty nature aipom was giggling next to the totodile. Green's rhyperior shook the apple debris off its hand and frowned. It was a really frowny frown, with its big orange brows. Nobody said anything until...
"Food fight, apple version!"
And all the apples that were on the ground were flying in the air.
"Stop! That's dangerous!" Green screamed, scared that Aoi might get hurt.
"Reflect on!"
With the 50% damage reduction, it was like an autumn, more wasteful version of snowball fight. At first, nearly all of the attacks were aimed at Green for some reason. Then they split into team Kanto and team Johto, or Seniors and Juniors.
"We are not losing to the seniors!" Ethan and Lyra declared in synchronicity.
"Oh yeah? We'll see when we beat you!" Green yelled back.
By the end, there were no more fighting with apples as fighting with apple juice. All apples not on tree or in basket were smashed to fresh apple pulp, white with bits of red, green, yellow and brown in it. The children figured out that liquid and water made no much of difference, and ordered surf, waterfall, waterpulse and whirlpool with their water pokemon.
Needless to say, their clothes were drenched in sugary mess after the match. It was called a draw as neither side would give up or admit defeat. They went back to their room to change and when they came out, the Johto group had the idea of tying the wet clothes to tree branches as bug traps.
"It's just like when we were younger. Trying to catch a heracross with honey, tree sap and syrup." Ethan remarked, nostalgic.
"Though headbutting trees worked better and faster." Lyra added. She still remembered the weird man who gave her the TM for headbutt. Even though humans were capable of some pokemon moves, she was sure that headbutt against a tree was not one of them.
While waiting for something to land in the trap, the six played truth or dare with soda pop bottle. Silver and Ethan learned to only pick truth when Lyra was the one challenging, which Green soon learned as well. Even with truth they tend to get quite uncomfortable. After about five very embarrassing truths Green called Blaine and had him ask them quizzes instead. Silver was surprisingly good at them. Lyra, on the other hand, only got two right.
"How did you get the badge then?" Ethan asked.
"I just fought the trainers." Lyra mumbled, hat pulled over her face. Brutal force was always a solution.
When they checked the traps, they found awful a lot of butterfrees, some beedrills, few pinsirs and a family of stantlers, parents and child. One of the beedrills was shiny. Lyra claimed it fast. No heracross, sadly.
"Good thing there were no ursarings." Green commented.
"Or snorlax."
Red gestured his own snorlax. It was sleeping from eating too much. Since before yesterday.
"Yeah, good luck getting shirt back if it swallowed it." Green laughed.
When their vacation ended, Green drove them to Viridian in his car and trailer. Lyra planned to fly back to Indigo Plateau on her Ho-Oh. Green offered to drive her there instead, on the new highway made for League staff, but she declined.
"Do you regret accepting the Champion position?" Green asked her. Being an ex-Champion, he knew how boring it was, not because they ought to stay stay in the same place (au contraire, all League trainers were allowed to go wherever they wanted as long as they accepted challenges when they should), but because as long as one stayed Champion, one could not challenge any gym or league. It also limited how far you could travel, as one must not go to somewhere too far that one cannot come back in time to accept challenges. Lance was lucky because he had dragonite, and Cynthia had garchomp, both fast enough to allow them to travel miles. For the regular Champions, it was severe restrain to their travel-loving heart. Red and Green gave up their position for exactly that reason. They could not understand Lyra's decision.
"No, I do not regret." Lyra answered. "I have many friends. I have my childhood dream come true. If by regret you ask about my loss of freedom, then I must tell you that I haven't lost anything. I have simply set a boundary to what I may gain. I can tell you have I am satisfied of what I have, and may have, will have... and I am happy."
She smiled, and left on her mount of gold.
"She sure can act mature when she wants." Silver remarked.
"She sure can." Ethan parroted.
And they left for their home, a condo in Viridian not far from the Kanto trio's.
Green still had things to take care of in the gym, so Red and Aoi went hone first, carrying the baskets of apples. They tried to make apple pie, but they failed royally and ended up calling Ethan for help. Silver got dragged along as well. When Green finally came back home, he received a faceful of failed apple pie, courtesy of his friends who picked his door lock again.
As Green ate the successfully made, mysteriously spicy but somehow still delicious apple pie, he concluded that he didn't regret giving up Champion and living among common mortals.
Note: The Johto trio are barely 12 here, Green and Red are 14 and Aoi is 9, hence why her sentences are baby talk while others are less so. Then again, I probably did this wrong anyway as 10 year-olds in Pokemon world tend to act way more mature then 10 yr-olds here.
Prompt: Never regret anything because at one point it was exactly what you wanted.
Self-imposed theme: apple
In order, the fics are of Good Omens, The Sandman and Pokemon.
Title: No apple not worth eating (or stealing)
Fandom: Good Omens and The Sandman
Characters: Adam and Eve, the Them + Dog, Aziraphale
Disclaimer: PTerry and NGaiman are kings of the 'verses, not me.
The very first Adam had a wife named Eve. He may or may not had two other wives before. The first one, made from moonshone winds and darkness of night, left him and the garden by her own will after an argument. The second was nameless and storyless. The third and last, Eve, a female shadow of himself, ate the forbidden apple and was forced to leave. She was heavy with child at the time. Their child. Adam peeked over the Angel of Eastern Gate. The Angel clumsily moved aside a bit to let him look. Then tried to see what was the first man on Earth looking at, with two of his eyes, while keeping another two on Adam so he didn't sneak away or something (Crowley used to play the "Hey, look over there!" game with him quite often and, in fact, was how the old snake sneaked in again) and the other four scanning the area so there won't be an ambush. Adam sighed. Misery crowded his face and deformed it. The outside world was harsh. No way Eve and her child - their child - could survive without help. He looked at the forbidden apple. It sat in his hand innocently, looking as harmless as an apple could. It looked just like any other apple. It was just a stupid apple, he thought, why such punishment for an apple? As far as apples were concerned, Father could probably make as many of them as He wanted. So why the fuss?
Adam, like a model human being, took a bite in attempt to know what was it about. That only resulted in getting kicked out as well.
Oh well, he thought, at least I can stay with Eve now.
Hand in hand, Adam and Eve walked towards the Eastern Gate. The Angel of the Gate looked worried. The Angel mumbled something about "rain" and "cold" and gave his flaming sword to Eve. It rained soon after and Adam and Eve had to run into a cave for shelter. The fire from the sword lit up the place and produced warmth. Most people can not remember if they sat side by side, face to face or in each other's arms, but we are safe to assume that Adam probably told stories over the fire to his wive who, enchanted by her husband's words, forgot about all the cold and rain and exile, remember only that she was not only not alone, but also loved and cared about.
And Adam, that night, with Eve and their newborn child safe in his arms, probably had no regrets over eating the apple.
Thousands of years later, humans still cuddled around fire and told stories, though the fire no longer came from a flaming sword that turning in all directions (unless you had a really fancy fireplace, you lucky bastard). Adam Young, like his namesake, was warming himself by a bonfire. He was temporarily kicked out of his house for acting young when he should behave older, but really it was less about acting young or old but more about doing something stupid and forbidden but tempting over wise and correct but boring: stealing a bunch of apples and run instead of asking nicely or paying for them, in a little town where everybody knew each other and could told who was who by hints as small as one's smell or how a branch was bent out of place. And he was almost twenty. Boys that old shouldn't behave like that, the adults said.
So Adam was camping outside for night. No one was to talk to him or let him in until he promised not to steal anymore.
So boring.
So lonely.
Suddenly, the tall grass behind him rustled. A small barking thing jumped onto him and licked his face. Adam laughed and laughed, and laughed even more when he put Dog on the ground and the grass rustled even more and three more shadows came out. All the Them was here!
They all stole some apples. Pepper's idea.
The drank soda and ate sour green apples, then tried to bake the apples over the fire to see if that'd make them less sour, then gave up and told stories till they really, really, needed to sleep (the nearby adults were yelling at them to shut up) and the mosquitoes were killing them. They extinguished the bonfire and went into the tent, killed the mosquitoes that got in and told more stories in loud whispers until the morning light caught them in the act.
When they grew older and started to drift apart, they did not regret that one particular apple theft. Or anything they did together.
Title: Stories over shards
Fandom: The Sandman
Characters: Nada, Morpheus, Lucifer
Disclaimer: NGaiman wrote The Sandman.
Nada sat in Hell, alone.
Nada tried to be a clever mortal. Gods often fell in love with ephemeral humans, but the mortal rarely reciprocated and, even if they did, they more often then not ended up broken in some way. Because, even if they never realised it, the gods have always, subconsciously, treated the mortal as inferior and mere toy without its own mind, even if biologically they are of the same species, as their offspring are many and fertile.
Some mortals knew this and tried to avoid the trouble by refusing their love, to no avail. When Gilgamesh refused Inanna's love, the Bull of Heaven was dispatched to punish he and his people. When he defeated the bull, the death of Enkidu befell and, after years of mourning, he died alone, perhaps on his companion's tomb. Nada's fate was worse. When the meteor fell on her city, it fell. The entire city was shattered like glass. She killed herself to escape the pain, but still the Dreamlord followed, and she refused again. And she was punished again. Fortunately, alone this time.
She did not regret her choice, no matter how much pain it caused her.
Nada sat alone in Hell. Starving. She hadn't eaten for thousands of years. She remembered the time when she was a queen. The food. The fruits.
"Apple?" A voiced asked.
She opened her eyes and saw a bright red apple before her face, supported by a human hand. Her gaze followed the arm and met the face of a charming young man with a pleased smile. She nodded and reached for the apple.
"Nah. I don't think you should eat it though." The young man said as he took the apple away.
"Why not?"
He turned the apple around. There was two bite marks on it.
"Have you heard the tale of Adam and Eve?" He said, with the smug voice of a child who had done a bad deed.
Nada shook her head. She guessed that it might be another story about some tragic love. The man made sign that he was about to tell the tale. Out of habit, Nada shifted to sit in a more comfortable position; she couldn't as the entire floor was nothing but glass shards of her city and twitched in pain.
The man told the tale of Adam and Eve known to most mortals. Then he told another version, known only to few, from a different perspective. Then another version, weaved by men.
"Oh my, look at the time! I almost forgot why I came here: you can leave this place now. I'll leave the door open." He said, taking the apple with him.
"Good luck!" He added before vanishing.
Nada pondered the meaning of the story. She wondered if her story had many versions as well. She looked at the open door.
And waited some more.
Ok, now over with the angst and have some fluffy children's stuff!
Title: Green Apple, Red Apple
Fandom: Pokemon games
Characters: Green, Red, Aoi (Blue), Silver, Lyra, Ethan.
Disclaimer: Game Freak made the game and the characters.
"This apple's sour." Aoi remarked. She just took a bite from a green apple.
"Really? Pikachu, Eevee and Jigglypuff are eating them fine though." Green said as he picked up an apple.
"Maybe it's just this apple?" Aoi said as she picked up a red apple. She took a bite. "Sweet! This one is sweet!"
Red picked up two apples, one red, one green; and took one bite off each. He frowned when he found out that the green one's sweet and the red one's bitter.
"I wish your granddad invented a fruitdex too, Green." Lyra commented.
"No way, he's a pokemon professor, not a fruit professor!"
"What about your sister?"
"She's a coordinator. In Kanto. Translation: she doesn't study berries as part of her job, unlike the Hoenn coordinators."
"We use berries in Johto too."
"For battles though." Sou added.
"Brendan should know a lot about berries. He's a Hoenn trainer and coordinator, isn't he?" Aoi suggested.
"But apples are fruit, not berry." Sou deadpaned. Green resisted roundhouse kicking him in the face for doing that to Aoi.
Splat.
A flying rotten apple was blocked one centimetre before Green's face by a three fingered stone hand. Everyone turned to see where it came from and saw Silver's jolly totodile putting its front paws behind its back and tried to whistle. Ethan's naughty nature aipom was giggling next to the totodile. Green's rhyperior shook the apple debris off its hand and frowned. It was a really frowny frown, with its big orange brows. Nobody said anything until...
"Food fight, apple version!"
And all the apples that were on the ground were flying in the air.
"Stop! That's dangerous!" Green screamed, scared that Aoi might get hurt.
"Reflect on!"
With the 50% damage reduction, it was like an autumn, more wasteful version of snowball fight. At first, nearly all of the attacks were aimed at Green for some reason. Then they split into team Kanto and team Johto, or Seniors and Juniors.
"We are not losing to the seniors!" Ethan and Lyra declared in synchronicity.
"Oh yeah? We'll see when we beat you!" Green yelled back.
By the end, there were no more fighting with apples as fighting with apple juice. All apples not on tree or in basket were smashed to fresh apple pulp, white with bits of red, green, yellow and brown in it. The children figured out that liquid and water made no much of difference, and ordered surf, waterfall, waterpulse and whirlpool with their water pokemon.
Needless to say, their clothes were drenched in sugary mess after the match. It was called a draw as neither side would give up or admit defeat. They went back to their room to change and when they came out, the Johto group had the idea of tying the wet clothes to tree branches as bug traps.
"It's just like when we were younger. Trying to catch a heracross with honey, tree sap and syrup." Ethan remarked, nostalgic.
"Though headbutting trees worked better and faster." Lyra added. She still remembered the weird man who gave her the TM for headbutt. Even though humans were capable of some pokemon moves, she was sure that headbutt against a tree was not one of them.
While waiting for something to land in the trap, the six played truth or dare with soda pop bottle. Silver and Ethan learned to only pick truth when Lyra was the one challenging, which Green soon learned as well. Even with truth they tend to get quite uncomfortable. After about five very embarrassing truths Green called Blaine and had him ask them quizzes instead. Silver was surprisingly good at them. Lyra, on the other hand, only got two right.
"How did you get the badge then?" Ethan asked.
"I just fought the trainers." Lyra mumbled, hat pulled over her face. Brutal force was always a solution.
When they checked the traps, they found awful a lot of butterfrees, some beedrills, few pinsirs and a family of stantlers, parents and child. One of the beedrills was shiny. Lyra claimed it fast. No heracross, sadly.
"Good thing there were no ursarings." Green commented.
"Or snorlax."
Red gestured his own snorlax. It was sleeping from eating too much. Since before yesterday.
"Yeah, good luck getting shirt back if it swallowed it." Green laughed.
When their vacation ended, Green drove them to Viridian in his car and trailer. Lyra planned to fly back to Indigo Plateau on her Ho-Oh. Green offered to drive her there instead, on the new highway made for League staff, but she declined.
"Do you regret accepting the Champion position?" Green asked her. Being an ex-Champion, he knew how boring it was, not because they ought to stay stay in the same place (au contraire, all League trainers were allowed to go wherever they wanted as long as they accepted challenges when they should), but because as long as one stayed Champion, one could not challenge any gym or league. It also limited how far you could travel, as one must not go to somewhere too far that one cannot come back in time to accept challenges. Lance was lucky because he had dragonite, and Cynthia had garchomp, both fast enough to allow them to travel miles. For the regular Champions, it was severe restrain to their travel-loving heart. Red and Green gave up their position for exactly that reason. They could not understand Lyra's decision.
"No, I do not regret." Lyra answered. "I have many friends. I have my childhood dream come true. If by regret you ask about my loss of freedom, then I must tell you that I haven't lost anything. I have simply set a boundary to what I may gain. I can tell you have I am satisfied of what I have, and may have, will have... and I am happy."
She smiled, and left on her mount of gold.
"She sure can act mature when she wants." Silver remarked.
"She sure can." Ethan parroted.
And they left for their home, a condo in Viridian not far from the Kanto trio's.
Green still had things to take care of in the gym, so Red and Aoi went hone first, carrying the baskets of apples. They tried to make apple pie, but they failed royally and ended up calling Ethan for help. Silver got dragged along as well. When Green finally came back home, he received a faceful of failed apple pie, courtesy of his friends who picked his door lock again.
As Green ate the successfully made, mysteriously spicy but somehow still delicious apple pie, he concluded that he didn't regret giving up Champion and living among common mortals.
Note: The Johto trio are barely 12 here, Green and Red are 14 and Aoi is 9, hence why her sentences are baby talk while others are less so. Then again, I probably did this wrong anyway as 10 year-olds in Pokemon world tend to act way more mature then 10 yr-olds here.