Yuistia 🖤🤍💜

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Happy new years everyone! I hope you are all safe and sound!

Guess who's in town? The updates!

Guys when were you going to tell me how many dire edits Nahida and Wanderer need??
          
          How did you even read it-
          
          (ﾉД`)。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。o(TヘTo)
          
          It's been like two years I'll fix it-

Okay ya'll, I've figured Tumblr out. 
          
          Here, I'll be able to hold discussions, keep you guys updated, answer any questions without worrying about a word limit (thanks wattpad) and share personal analysis about characters, fandoms, and anything particularly interesting for me.
          
          This is only for those interested in sharing things with me, discussions and answering questions.
          
          It's a lot more accessible for anyone and easier to use than discord, so let's see what comes out of it.
          
          If you want to join, check it out! 
          
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I'm actually curious how Lynette will act when Eri is finally saved,  like since she's a cat, I would find it funny if maternal instincts kicked in and she became protective of Eri lol

When Clervie told Lucas it was Thanksgiving, she also made a plan to make Arlecchino's first Thanksgiving holiday unforgettable. The kids chimed in with soft meows and chirps to show their agreement.
          
          Lucas was going to use his magic, but Clervie had the audacity to scold him and force him to cook. Saying Arle deserved homemade food they took the time and effort to make.
          
          The result? They almost burned the kitchen.
          
          Arlecchino could smell the burnt turkey from her room. She glanced at the door. The kids in her laps all had similar reactions to Clervie yelling at Lucas to extinguish the fire.
          
          Lyney meowed sadly, Lynette took a deep breath, and sighed loudly while Freminet had tears in its eyes.
          
          When Clervie called Arle over, she was brought to the dining room to where a board of crackers, ham,  cheese, and pieces of turkey stood at the center of the table. She noticed a steak, and caramel sweets along with a bottle of wine and one with juice. Lucas followed her gaze to the bottle and shook his head with an amused smile.
          
          "That's mine. Don't get any funny ideas."
          
          While he said that, he still slipped her a glass when Clervie couldn't see.
          
          Arlecchino slowly munched on the food, savoring the flavors and crispy, burned skin of the turkey while observing everyone on the table.
          
          Clervie teased Lucas about their failed dinner while feeding ham and turkey to the cats who demanded attention. Pers stayed with Lucas, eating a block of caramel peacefully.

Neither Lyney nor his siblings had ever celebrated a custom such as 'Thanksgiving.' Fontaine had many celebrations, one of which, Christmas, included Turkey. Lyney still remembers how 'father' always gave them a turkey on Christmas and watched over as everyone gathered around to cook dinner.
          
          He was expecting a turkey based on those American shows on TV. But when they asked Hawks about it, he blinked in mild confusion.
          
          "Oh, you mean Labor Day?"
          
          Apparently, Japan celebrates in a similar way as the Americans, but the purpose and date of the celebration are different. Still, Hawks came back home with fried turkey tenders. He handed each of them a box and asked. 
          
          "It's a little different, but I hope it's enough."
          
          Lyney smiled softly at the box, when he raised his head, a bright smile gretted Hawks. Lynette was already munching on it, the taste reminded her of Christmas day and in turn, 'father'... Freminet bowed his head in gratitude. They all answered him in different tones.
          
          "Thank you."

Nahida had never heard of 'Thanksgiving' before. But their friend group had come together with Leorio's insistence. He also wanted to make a traditional dinner. Turkey, rice, potatoes, gravy, everything he had grown up seeing those with cash eat! So he asked Kurapika for help. If there's anyone that knows, it's gotta be him. But Kurapika answered with an apologetic smile.
          
          "I'm a Kurta. We don't celebrate it." 
          
          Leorio lowered his head in defeat, seeing his sadness and disappointment, Kurapika sighed and decided to help him cook such a grand dinner. The kids heard them and chiming in. Gon had always helped his aunt in making Thanksgiving dinner. He was the most experienced cook in the group for this dinner. They followed his orders, and were each in charge of a particular dish. Leorio and Gon would handle the Turkey, Kurapika, and Wanderer are in charge of the rice, fish, and pasta sides. Killua and Nahida grinned to each other. They were in charge of dessert.
          
          With their combined efforts and internet research, they managed to place a feast on the table. Everyone high-fived in celebration and sat down to eat.
          
          Wanderer placed a cup of tea on his plate and enjoyed the bitterness while everyone else grabbed pieces of the flavourful turkey, creamy past, garlick fried veggies, and fluffy mashed potatoes. For dessert, Nahida and Killua went above and beyond. Brownie with nuts, baklava, chocolate cake, chocolate cheesecake, and fried dough with sugar which Nahida called Tulumba.
          

Hello everyone! Since it's Thanksgiving and my family celebrates it, I wanted to thank you all for reading and giving my stories a chance. I'm grateful for this community and your interest in my brain and its ideas.
          
          I hope you all have a great day!
          
          There's no update, so I'm leaving a small one shot about the characters in my stories and their Thanksgiving day. (I had to split it into three, thanks Wattpad ( ╥ω╥ ).)
          
          I hope you all enjoy them!