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simuleehistories · 8 days ago

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The fire started before the sun even had a chance to rise. It came from the bathroom, and Maurice, whose bed was the closest, was the first to notice something wasn’t right. The smell of smoke hit him, and just like that, he jumped into action. He moved fast and managed to put the fire out before it could spread.

When the morning light finally came, Raleigh got up and made breakfast for everyone—well, everyone except Maurice. He was still knocked out, fast asleep from the long night.

A little later, Johannes, clearly bored, decided to take out his energy on the dollhouse. He broke it, then had the nerve to cry about it, like he hadn’t just caused the mess. Poor William was left upset, watching his favorite toy in pieces.

All that noise and crying finally woke Maurice. He dragged himself out of bed, still worn out, and asked what was going on. William told him everything, and Johannes got a firm talking-to. He didn’t take it well—shot his dad a dirty look like he’d just been wronged.

Seeing how tired his dad still was, William stepped up. He told Maurice to get more rest and that he’d take care of the farm for the morning. Maurice was touched. He thanked his son and went back to bed—it was still pretty early anyway.

William got to work. He cleaned out the chicken coops, fed the chickens, then moved on to take care of the cow. Soon after, Cooper stopped by to hang out. The two of them played together on the swings and the monkey bars, just enjoying the morning.

While they were playing, both the trader and the tax collector showed up at the house at the same time. Maurice, now back on his feet, sold off the goods he’d gathered, along with the canned food Raleigh had made. They earned a solid 4,446 coins, though they had to pay 889 in taxes. Still, not bad—they were sitting on 6,000 coins now. But the tallage payment was creeping up fast, and Maurice knew he wasn’t ready. There was time, sure... but it was slipping away.

Later, Maurice’s future in-laws came over, and not long after, August showed up to see Raleigh. She was overjoyed to see him, and for good reason—she had news. She was pregnant. August lit up with happiness. Meanwhile, Alek, Raleigh’s father, told Maurice that his daughter was ready to marry him. He gave his blessing, and the wedding was set for three months out.

(These damn kids man! I tell you)

As everyone sat around chatting, Maurice leaned toward Zenovia and said, “One of the cows knocked over a pail this morning. Made a real mess. I could use a gentle hand in the barn… someone who knows how to keep things calm and... thorough.”

Zenovia noticed the way he was looking at her—and the tone in his voice. Then came that little smile. She knew exactly what he meant.

“Mmm. I see,” she said, smiling back. “Well, Father, why don’t you go tell August about that fencing problem you found? Didn’t you say it needed replacing?”

Alek nodded, already turning to leave, thinking it was just cow trouble. “Ah, yes. I nearly forgot. I’ll go have a look now. You two be careful in there.”

With the others distracted, Maurice and Zenovia slipped off to the barn. One thing led to another, and, well... let’s just say Zenovia didn’t seem to mind that her first time wasn’t in some fancy place. When they were done, both looked pretty pleased with themselves. No protection either. They cleaned up, walked back into the house, and acted like nothing had happened.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~When I say I thought long and hard about Maurice’s cover story for how he asked Zenovia to woohoo with him in front of her dad, I mean it — I really did. He asked her autonomously, and I just rolled with it. My man said, "we are to wed soon," and threw caution to the wind.

Announcement: I will be posting less because I have less time to play and do the write ups so I will be posting two times a week instead of every other day.

Hope you enjoyed this post, Until Next Time....

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#DecadesChallenge #Ultimate Decades Challenge #SimsStorytelling #HistoricalSims #generation 1 #1300s

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sparklepocalypse · 6 months ago

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Whaddup, y'all? Do I have a fic snippet I can share? Yes I do! Did I finally remember that Tumblr tag games are a thing? Yes I did! Thanks to everyone who's tagged me since uh, I started posting my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic way back in September, I think was my last fic game participation post? 😅

Here are the first few paragraphs from the Ever After-adjacent mpreg AU that I've been writing for @duchessdepolignaca03 since, um... last spring? Anywho! Have some vaguely historical fairy tale words, behind the jump to save you a scroll if you're not into those sorts of words.

The trouble, Henry reflects, with being the younger brother of a man whose sweeping romance with his new bride had been something straight out of the fairy stories, is that one’s own courtship prospects seem rather dull by comparison. There are interviews, and negotiations, and honestly, he’d had enough of the entire business on day one. Now, it’s day three-hundred-and-something, and Henry is once again standing on the dais in the audience chamber, fussing with his cravat as his mother observes him approvingly. “Surely you’ll find your match soon,” Queen Catherine says for the three-hundred-and-somethingth time in what he’s certain she must believe is a placating tone, but Henry huffs in annoyance nonetheless. Three years prior, while Henry had still been entrenched in studies with his cadre of private tutors, the Queen and the late Prince Consort had made their first attempt at royal matchmaking with his elder brother, Philip. They’d paraded all the eligible and unwed noblewomen within five hundred miles before him, hoping he’d select one as his wife — and he’d gone and fallen in love with a commoner as if to spite them all. Martha is a delightful woman and a welcome addition to the family, but the court has only just begun to recover from the shock that one day, they’ll be bowing to a peasant girl and calling her their queen. The secondary bit of trouble — that Henry has no want of a wife of any sort, whether of means or not — has proven itself to be far less of an issue than he’d initially hoped. Henry had optimistically informed his mother and the Prime Minister of his utter disinterest in the fairer sex as they’d begun planning his matchmaking events. The Prime Minister, in turn, had disappeared into the archives for a solid week, only to return armed with a stack of obscure and archaic but still entirely valid laws allowing the union of two men, which had dashed his hopes of altogether avoiding marriage. The court herald takes his place next to the door with precise, even steps, raising his staff and rapping it against the flagstones three times. Henry straightens his posture and gives his mother an apprehensive glance. She nods encouragingly, and the doors open. “Julian Margrove, Lord Feversham,” the herald announces. “Let the parade begin,” Henry mutters through gritted teeth.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #my fic #rwrb fic #alex claremont diaz #henry hanover stuart fox #alex x henry #firstprince #rwrb movie #rwrb au #fairy tale au

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kata-sans · 11 months ago

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Raising Stripe

Chapter 25

After a while of reminiscence, Laura and Tweek decided it was time to start preparing a light dinner for the family. Laura had already done prep work on tomorrow's big dinner and was glad to have her son-in-law in the kitchen helping her. She didn't trust her husband and son in the kitchen so they were left in the living room to watch Stripe.

Craig and Thomas turned on the living room TV and kept an eye on Stripe as he played with his walker. They were enthralled in the baseball game as their team was competing in the semifinals. The team had a good chance as the score was currently in their favor.

Stripe was thrilled with his new toy. He learned to move the beads through the loop d'loop and really enjoyed the squeaky button. As he kicked his feet, he suddenly became aware of the fact his feet touched the floor. With a solid push against the floor he realized he could move his walker. This new trick elevated his excitement and he worked on mastering his newfound skill.

The score in the game began to shift and Thomas became agitated. “That is ridiculous, that ball was clearly a foul, not a home run. LAURA! Get me a beer!”

Laura, annoyed, came out of the kitchen holding a box of raisins. “Now you know very well the doctor said you can't drink with your medication.”

“It's the team's fault! Their incompetence is making me crave a beer!” Thomas argued.

Laura rolled her eyes and slammed the box of raisins on the coffee table. “Instead of a beer, here, eat these. The doctor said you needed more fiber.”

Thomas ignored the box and continued to cheer his team with Craig as they scored a home run. Craig pulled out his phone to type a message to Clyde to remind him of the bet they had on this game.

Stripe was starting to understand how to move the walker. He was feeling proud of himself when he heard his Nana arguing with Grandpa. He watched as his Dada took some shriveled treats from the box and tossed them in his mouth. Stripe wanted pellets too!

Stripe used his new trick to quickly approach the table, luckily Nana left the box close to the edge of the table. Before anyone noticed, he reached into the box and pulled out three of the the treats.These pellets were different from the ones his Dada used to feed him as a guinea pig. They were sticky and smelled fruity. He shoved them into his mouth and began to chew.

Craig was surprised when he finally noticed Stripe and his new walker. He figured Stripe would quickly figure out how to move but didn't realize how silent he could move. Suddenly Stripe began to cough, or at least tried to. Craig jumped to his feet in horror as he realized the situation.

“STRIPE!”

Craig pulled the baby out of the walker in panic. Stripe's face was changing colors as he weakly tried to expel the obstruction in his throat. Craig was at a loss for what to do when someone pulled the baby out of his hands.

Tweek immediately placed the baby chest down on one arm. He delivered hard slaps on Stripe's back forcefully trying to dislodge whatever he was choking on. Finally a dark piece fell out of the baby's mouth and he let out a loud cry.

All the adults in the room felt relief at the sound. Tweek collapsed to his knees clinging to his baby. Thomas was the first to inspect the dark piece and revealed everyone the cause of their anguish: a single raisin. To everyone's shock, Craig turned and ran out the back door.

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Thomas stepped into his backyard looking for his son. Thomas was familiar with Craig's habit of hiding and avoiding his problems. It didn't surprise him as it was the Tucker family's way to avoid complicated emotions. When a Tucker runs away, it usually takes another Tucker to reel them back from their nonsense.

Just as he predicted, Thomas found Craig behind the shed sipping from a beer bottle. He silently sat next to him on a bench. Craig pretended to ignore him and Thomas followed his lead. As he expected, Craig broke the silence. ”I’m so stupid!”

Thomas didn't say anything. He needed to let Craig vent before he decided to clam up or bottle up his stress. He simply prepared himself to listen.

“He was right in front of me a-and I did nothing to stop him! When h-he started to choke I didn't do anything! He was depending on ME! And all I did was watch! I'm a FAILURE! I-I failed him.” Craig said as he tossed the bottle and broke down.

Thomas, breaking from the Tucker norm, pulled his son into a hug. It wasn't usual for members of the family to show such strong emotions but the events of that day had greatly shaken them. When Craig seemed to calm down Thomas decided it was his turn to speak up.

“Listen Craig. What happened today was an accident. Your mother and I played a bigger role in leaving those raisins on the table. YOU didn't fail him! He is safe right now, probably worried about what he's going to try to eat next. Babies are a handful and you and Tweek have done a great job of keeping him safe and loved. Don't sell yourself short.”

Craig shook his head, “No Dad. It was my job to keep an eye on him and I got distracted.” Craig argued.

“Son, every parent makes mistakes. You and your sister had your fair share of accidents growing up. Do you remember your first baseball lesson? Thomas asked with a chuckle.

“No.” Craig said, confused.

“I didn't hope so. You were pretty young. I used a real baseball and accidentally hit you in the face. You were knocked out and Laura was convinced you were going to have brain damage. But lucky for us you were always a hard headed kid.” Thomas said with mirth.

Craig flipped his father off but was fighting to hide his smile. Thomas was pleased that his speech had his desired outcome. He continued to nail in his point. “Craig, you are a great father. Human or guinea pig, Stripe adores you. As soon as you ran out, he started calling out to you. Now get that guilty look off your face. I'm not calling you out for that. I want you to know that regardless of any mistakes, you are doing something right to earn the title of Dad.”

Craig had tears in his eyes as he pulled his father into a tight embrace. “Thanks Dad. You're pretty great, too.”

Thomas swelled with pride, but he shook off any signs of teary eyes. He clapped his son's shoulder and pointed his thumb towards the house. “Now fix your face and get in there. Your kid's looking for you.”

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As soon as Craig walked into the house, Tweek appeared holding Stripe. Craig could see silent concern in his husband's eyes and quickly reassured him with a kiss on the cheek. This seemed to satisfy him for the time and they would discuss the problem later because at that moment Stripe was demanding Craig's attention.

“DADA!” Stripe shouted holding out his arms asking to be held. Craig accepted the infant from Tweek and held him tightly to his chest reassuring himself that Stripe was breathing normally.

“Hi baby. You scared me.” Craig gently confessed. He reached out and held Tweek's hand feeling comfortable in the presence of his family. “Mama and Dada love you sooo much.”

Ch24

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#craig x tweek #sp tweek #tweek tweak #craig tucker #sp craig #sp stripe #raising stripe #SP Laura #sp thomas

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draiochteve · 2 years ago

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Today is a big day.

In less than 2 hours of this post, my fiancé will be here. And I don't mean visiting or just stopping by. He will be here. He's moving to be with me and so we can have our wedding. It's been almost 9 years –almost a decade– and we've lived on complete opposites of the USA the entire time. He's visited and I've visited, but we've never got to go on many normal dates, hug each other when we've wanted, or just be in each other's presence unless it was via a Skype or discord call.

When we got to be together in person, every moment we had of what everyone else got was 10x more special. I remember saving up and splurging to take him on dates that I always wanted to take him on the first trip he made here. I remember our first kiss on my bed. I remember how in all my previous relationships I would never feel comfortable enough with them that I was just me. I would be anxious and scared and timid. And I remember after the first couple hours melting with him in the moment like he had been there my whole life.

I've been preparing for this day for over a year and a half now since he proposed. It wasn't a surprise per say because I knew he had the ring for a while, but he was working hard to ensure we'd have a solid shot before asking. He knew what it would all entail and as much as love has always been there, my ring means more than that.

It's a promise, it's a declaration, and it's the symbol of my pending freedom.

We've both been working towards this, but Dalton has been working his ass off for my sake. For the sake of getting me out of here and buying me from my family. I know that's a morbid way of putting it, but despite law my family (specifically my father) sees me as his property. I've tried escaping a few times, and some failings have been my own weakness while some have been sabotage from my parents, but I am just not strong enough on my own to get out of here. And having lost all my friends I had growing up, I had no means.

He did everything traditionally despite his distaste. He asked permission, he made agreements, he bargained for me like I was a piece of meat though I suppose my dad treats me better than others in my position. In the end, my brothers' failings finding spouses is likely a large reason dad agreed though the other is he actually likes Dalton. He's good at keeping up a facade, but I don't know how much longer he can keep it up being around what I deal with for longer than a week at a time.

This day is the start of that. The official countdown to the wedding, a regular test of Dalton's patience, me almost having the means out of here. If everything gets too extreme, we are running the the courthouse and thankfully I have some extended family on my side now even if it isn't perfect. Things are looking up.

And then we will save and build towards getting as far away as we can. The place I've always called home will become a distance memory and I will be able to step outside with a pride pin on and dressed androgynous without being called slurs all day by my mom. I'll be able to dress goth without being stared at with distain. I'll be able to write in peace and maybe get back to my original fiction. Find a new penname. Publish and get out there. Find success. Find myself.

A long time ago, Dalton told me when we got married that he'd do so purely as a means to get me out and if I wanted to date women and have full freedom, he'd agree to it to just give me that. But my heart doesn't work that way (and I've had my fair share of secret relationships in my life it's not like I've never been with a woman or two or three) and he learned rather quickly from that point he wasn't just a means of escape. He's never just been that.

I love him deep within my bones. There is no one else who knows me so intimately and sees me. There's no one else who has seen me change and grow and lifts me up so high just to see what I become. The shit I've thrown at him and the craziness I've gotten myself into, he's always met it and we've worked through it. He's been there through the highs and lows. I've been there for his. Nearly nine years worth and he still talks to me like it's the first day we met. I wish I could express to you all how precious he is to me.

I want to give him the world. I want to give him the home we both deserved growing up. I want to fill his bookshelves with my own stories and show him all the worlds in my head –Even if it makes me anxious because he was an English major and will hand me them back with corrections (I love him for it lajslhdksjjahshdh).

I want to make him proud and prove to him that I can be more than what I am stuck here. And I know he knows I can be, he's always championed me in that regard and pushes me to recognize my own vibrance and creativity. But I want to be more. I want to explode and paint everything with my ideas. I want to be free.

And I'm so fucking close to having the proper opportunity and the freedom to do so.

Today is a big day and every day after is only going to get bigger until I can't bear it any longer.

Today is the first proper step towards my new life and I'm terrified as much as I am moved to tears.

#drai rambles #personal

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heaven-s-black-box · 1 year ago

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You Can't take the Sky From Me- Serenity chpt.4

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Recovery date: March 4th, 2024

Description: The crew of The Challenger, captained by Miyuki Kazuya, take on a job that requires the cover of another job ferrying people. Ever the genius, Miyuki keeps some key details hidden from his crew, and it bites him in the ass.

Notes: Updates will be irregular because I'm still writing chapters but only as I feel like it. Don't question the timeline here please, it's only sort of coherent.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

Word count: 1 556

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Kuramochi had put up with a lot of Miyuki’s bullshit in his time running with the young captain. The man was reckless with his safety, and that made him a danger to be around, but he didn’t mind. Danger was what he wanted. In this world freedom was dangerous, and freedom was all he wanted. It was why he used to scavenge in Alliance scrap yards on Ariel, it was why he ran with Ryou, and it was why he followed his hazard of a captain.

But this? This was more than Miyuki being a hazard, this was him actively putting his crew in danger for the sake of a job.

If they’d been stopped by the Alliance while Miyuki was asleep, if Mei hadn’t kicked up a fuss, if Chris hadn’t recognized Rei and he hadn’t recognized Haruichi… if they’d been caught harboring fugitives, then nowhere would be safe for them. They toed the line of legality enough as it was, but they were always in agreement to break the law to help people. All Miyuki had to do was explain what was happening and Kuramochi was sure everyone would have signed on, if not a bit begrudgingly.

He doesn’t think any plan Miyuki has will make him want to stay, and he’s pretty sure Ryou won’t be too happy with him delivering his younger brother to his door, so he’s not sure where he’ll go next. But he’s got plenty of time to think about it with the remaining four days of their trip.

A knock on the cockpit door snapped him from his reverie.

“Come in, unless your Miyuki then you can go fuck yourself!”

The door creaked open, and he turned around partway to find Zono and Nabe stepping through the hatch. He sighs and turns completely, dropping his hands into his lap and leaning forward on his elbows.

Nabe takes a seat, while Zono leans back against the wall, and the three sit in silence for a solid minute.

“You aren’t actually going to leave, are you?” Nabe asks, his voice is quiet as though he doesn’t want to be heard.

Kuramochi lets out a tired sigh.

“I don’t know.”

“Well I think you should,” Zono grumbles, “he could have gotten us killed! And he promised to stop being all secretive after the last mission.”

“Zono… I get why he didn’t tell us.”

“Ya,” Nabe mumbled. “If we’d known we would’ve tried to avoid the Alliance, and then when Miyuki told us not to, this,” he waves a finger in circles, gesturing to the three of them, “would have happened anyways.”

“Doesn’t make it right.”

“No, and if he doesn’t apologize I will leave, and you two should too.”

Nabe and Zono nodded in silent agreement, but Zono stopped when he turned to leave and faced Kuramochi again. The pilot had already swiveled back around.

“Speaking of secrets. Who’s pinky?”

Kuramochi doesn’t turn around when he answers, “A… An acquaintance's brother.”

“And you didn’t think to tell us he was Alliance?” Zono sounds annoyed.

He’d been so caught up in his anger with Miyuki that he’d completely forgotten that Kuramochi had recognized the pink haired boy when they’d picked him and his friends up.

“He’s not a fugitive as far as I know, it wasn’t going to be a problem.”

Nabe is left confused as Zono seems to accept the answer. Kuramochi doesn’t have a history of lying, unlike their captain, and Zono knows he could’ve pushed him for more information back when he announced he was going to take the boy to Haven. So he leaves quietly, and Kuramochi can hear him explaining the situation to Nabe behind the door.

He’s left alone once more, and finds himself thinking back to how he’d met Ryousuke Kominato.

When Kuramochi first broke into an Alliance storage facility, deciding to take a step up from his usual scrapyards, he was… clumsy, to say the least. If he hadn’t run into a pink haired pirate, also mid-theft, he definitely would have been caught, so he was baffled when the man didn’t immediately kick him off his ship after they’d escaped.

“So, are we partners now?” Kuramochi asked, dropping into the co-pilot seat of Ryou’s dinghy little ship.

“No.”

“Then just drop me off back at the settlement.”

“No.”

“Wait, is this a kidnapping?”

Ryou rolled his eyes as he readied the ship for take off.

“Consider it payment for saving you.”

“I could’ve handled myself,” Kuramochi grumbled, crossing his arms and staring a hole into the dashboard.

“Like a bull in a china shop,” Ryou snickered.

Up until this point, Kuramochi Yoichi was known for nothing. He lived in a small rural settlement on Ariel and regularly raided the junkyard for scraps to sell– much to his family's chagrin. School was a lost cause for him, even if his family had scraped together the money to send him to a good academy they were sure he’d have gotten himself kicked out. Letting him be a scavenger certainly wasn’t what they’d hoped of him, but he seemed to make it work.

However, he was about to find himself smack dab in the middle of the Alliance’s radar.

“So, where are we going?” Kuramochi asked once they’d left the atmosphere.

Ryou glances at his new companion briefly out of the corner of his eye, but doesn’t respond.

Kuramochi waits, watching him, before asking a different question.

“You a pirate?”

A faint smile pulls at Ryou’s lips. “Ya.”

“You gonna kill me?” Kuramochi asks, scrutinizing the man beside him.

He doesn’t look like a pirate to Kuramochi. Ryou is clean, wearing a white button up and a vest. Instead of a pirate, Ryou looks more like a doctor on a house call. Maybe he was pretending to be a doctor?

Ryou’s brows furrow as he feels Kuramochi seemingly sizing him up. This was going to be a long ride, he could feel it already.

“Yes, if you don’t shut up.”

Kuramochi rolls his eyes and turns to face the vast void before them. He thinks he should be more afraid then he is, but instead he’s excited. This is his chance to be free, to explore the sky.

“So… you can fly a ship?”

“No.”

“Can you teach me?”

“How about I tell you what I need you to do?” Ryou snaps, looking to shut Kuramochi up.

“Hey man, I asked you that earlier and you said no.”

“Well I’ve changed my mind.”

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Kominato Ryouske is known by the Alliance for a lot of things. Most interestingly, he’s known for being a former medical genius who dropped out of the academy and joined a band of pirates just a year before graduating.

No one understood why he left, much less to join pirates, but they were quick to move on to an even more impressive genius.

Kominato Haruichi was even smarter than his brother, that’s what everyone said. Ryouske had enrolled in the academy at age sixteen, Haruichi enrolled two years later at age fourteen. Ryouske was set to graduate a year early at age nineteen, not that it mattered because Haruichi would surely graduate a year early as well at age seventeen. So when one of his academy friends showed up at his room’s door in the middle of the night with a frantic look in his eyes, Ryou knew that whatever happened next was his only chance to escape his younger brother’s shadow.

His bare feet stuck to the perfectly pristine linoleum floor, while only the heaviness of Jun’s stride echoed under him as they rushed through the blinding halls. He needed no reassurance of the lack of security, he was ready to fight anyone that got between him and his freedom. Jun led him out into the cool night air, he remembers thinking of how he and Haruichi used to play on days like this back home, towards a landing dock.

They round a couple of crates and there’s the sharp sound of a gun’s safety being unlocked when Yuki levels a pistol at Jun’s head. He’s crouched over Tanba who’s clearly bleeding heavily, his sleep shirt is soaked in blood and Yuki is pressing a bloody towel down on his shoulder. Just as Yuki lowers the gun, Chris pops out of the open ship.

“What’s Ryou doing here?” He asks, beating Yuki.

“We needed a doctor.”

Ryou hadn’t even let him finish before he was crouched down beside Tanba and examining the wound.

“Did you at least tell him what’s happening?” Yuki asked.

“Either you were running away or fighting for something and honestly I don’t care,” Ryou looked up at the man across from him. “I want out, same as you all.”

Yuki gave him a curt nod.

“What do you need?”

“We need to get Tanba on the ship and get out of here. They won’t save him if we get caught now, he’ll just be used as a warning.”

Said man let out a pained groan in response.

“Jun, help me move him,” Yuki whispered.

Ryou helped Tanba hold the soaked towel in place before running onto the ship to prep the small med corner while Chris settled into the pilot’s seat.

That night five students defected from an Alliance Academy, with Tanba Koichiro being declared dead– killed in a fire fight as he and his cohort stole a ship.

#researcher s's notes #ace of the diamond #daiya no ace #DNA Serenity #kuramochi youichi #maezono kenta #watanabe hisashi #kominato ryousuke #isashiki jun #yuuki tetsuya #chris yuu takigawa #kouichirou tanba #rating unavailable

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jovialwitchtastemaker · 20 days ago

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Okay I looked into it they are not banning sex toys they are trying to regulate the sale of them to just sex shops and not say your local Walmart but they are not banning people from buying them exactly and it’s not a law yet but here’s some other “fun” ones

1. Banning the sale of soda and candy on SNAP benefits

2. Putting warning labels on processed food

Yeah Texas… we need help because while these are not bans or laws this is also going down

1. Texas work force the place that is supposed to help ND and disabled people find jobs failed me three times since moving here

2. I was told it would take me 15 years just to get my foot in the door for getting help with job hunting while in NY it took 4 years and a lot of hoops

3. TW: Work abuse, suicidal ideation, the word Fuck, Emotional abuse.

I worked at a thrift store run by mega church and evangelical mega church which I didn’t realize at the time I’ve gotten it from Texas Workforce Texas Workforce let me train there. It was a mess. Basically what I was looking for was a coach lead job and what they gave me was Babies introduction to jobs basically where we worked at this thrift store for 12 weeks with “transferable“ skills, which is not true that is a lie. I had already had a job prior to this and similarly actually no worse. This job was worse. This job was anti-Halloween and they even had people who would come in to donate stuff you know patrons and patrons were very Questionable.

One lady had a whole bunch of books one of them being how God can cure autism for example and I just had to keep my mouth shut so at this job I was hiding my autism even though they knew I was autistic. They did not they did not allow me my They didn’t allow me what I needed to be able to function in that kind of environment and then I was also hiding my religion. I am currently questioning everything. I dabble in tarot cards and what not and they were very anti-that so I was double masking for three days seven hours a day.

Yeah, oh yeah it made me have autistic burnout which part of this I had another job at brick oven pizza which that was hell that was horrible. I hated it but everyone else there working everyone else working in there also knew it was horrible so I felt like you know at least I wasn’t alone in the misery. Everyone knew everyone knew how bad it was But here I felt very alone and my manager kept giving me mixed signals whether or not she was a friend or if it was just business she would buy me McDonald’s almost every morning and then she got mad at me the one time when I went to get the when I went to go through the bag McDonald’s bag so that I can, you know get what the meat you get my meal and she yelled at me like absolutely yelled at me. Absolutely broke me then she would also when I had Covid. She also gave me $20 out of her own pocket and also bought me so much medicine stuff like you know just off the counter mess and stuff to make me feel better and left it at my door but then she would at work be like I don’t in a tone. I don’t know what you were thinking or you need to get your life together or is the phone gonna be a problem today when I would have told her prior that my therapist wanted me to keep track of the symptoms I was having

The job was the first time I ever experienced autistic burnout like I didn’t even it was like I was in a trance and I didn’t even realize what I was doing till I stepped off of the clothes rack. I was hanging clothes on, and I realized I was trying to figure out if I could hang myself from it And scared myself and then from that point, it was pretty much daily for at least a month solid six months total but one month solid it was just daily thoughts of how to end my life and I thought OK they’re a church they can they help all these other people with this stuff they could you know so I asked the pastor. Hey do you know any Psychologist and he said he’d get back to me on he never did and the one day you know, my boss asked me what was wrong so I told her flat out everything I showed her. I had a baggy of my hair cause I was pulling my hair out like by the strands and The lady who signs my check said you know is there anything we can do to help and I told him well what would help us having an audiobook on me and they said you know they sent me home for a week and they said we’ll get back to you And that was around Thanksgiving and by the time Thanksgiving was over. I was good. I was ready to go, and I got the phone call from my from the guy who owns it from the pastor’s son. He said I’m letting you go and so I asked the lady who signs my checks who also said that these voices and thoughts were from Satan and I asked her straight up it’s like did you fire me because of what I said well, I told you and she told me no we just don’t think you were the right fit for the job. We have to deal with the public and heavy lifting and things like that and we just didn’t think you were a good fit. This was after nine months of working there a full year if you count the 12 week training.

Honestly I’m glad they let me go pissed they only gave me 500$ to last a month and even more livid no one explained what “Volunteer with a stipend” meant I owed 571 in taxes due to that

Oh and that the lady who was suppost to help me just used me as a dress up doll and said “if you get fired call me we will help you” so I did and she said “ you can’t afford my rates you need to go back though workforce and open your case again”

I’m wanting clothes that yell masculine energy don’t fuck with me but for a woman’s fit

They sent me home with not that vibe

Oh! At least they treated rhis with the respect a big large black man who I maybe talked to once as friendly worker to costumer gave me a side hug I still felt it after he let go I felt violated and gross it was just a hug but still

They banned him from the store but still

Oh he wasn’t a worker he was a customer

Kept wanting my phone number too

I was the friendly worker just small chit chat he took that to mean he knew me enough to give me a hug

Even hashbrowns and I fucking love those things are now a truama trigger

I had skipped breakfast bc I knew my manager would bring me a hashbrown and sandwich from McDonald’s like she had every day guve or take for a month

Well I was hungry and she was busy so I did what I do with my friends I went to grab the food I thought was mine I went over and held it up to her in a silent “food time?” And she went angry tone on me “No ma’am that is not how we do things here! Since when is it okay for you to go though my stuff? I don’t do that with you and that hashbrown was mine I didn’t get you one today” with a snear she said “I hope you enjoy it that was the only hot food I had in a week”

I cried and drew a picture of my character Ricky with “YOU FUCKED UP” behind him as a clawed shadow thing makes him bleed

this was a long time back now but as you can see it’s still effects me

, this as well as seven other bras were also gifted to me by my ex manager, I remember she also got angry at me when I was on the last few days of my period and spotting I cleaned myseld up and threw the toilet paper in the trash because we always take the trash out at the end of the day and she was disgusted and got that tone that meant I was in trouble that was another thing I panicked over that day… actually that was what triggered another suicidal ideation episode how “nice” it would be to smash my head though rhis thick ass pane of glass we had for sale

For all of November working was a struggle not because of the job but because I was also fighting myself

Open up and prep garbage bags? Fight off every urge telling me to soffocate myself with them

Taking the trash out? The smashing my head one

Cleaning price stickers off the floor? Fight taking that same painters knife to my wrist

I wasn’t even safe on my days off it got to be the norm waking up with “kill your self” going though my head to the point I didn’t even realize it was happening anymore and I couldn’t remember what it was like prior to it happening like I had memories that I knew I wasn’t always like that but I accepted this was mh life now

living in texas is so buns dude. theyre trying to ban weed AND vibrators. we got tornados and torrential downpours every other day and the other days are near 100 degree heat. annabelle is on the fucking lose apparently. i had to recite the texas pledge a week ago. the TEXAS pledge of allegiance. and the american one. greg abbott is still alive. ted cruz is still eating our sons. free us.

#texas #it’s like they try and ban every other thing now a days #and yeah they don’t care about the children or the disabled adults

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 2 years ago

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Max Gustafson

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

March 12, 2023

Heather Cox Richardson

At 6:15 this evening, Secretary of the Treasury Janet L. Yellen, Federal Reserve Board Chair Jerome H. Powell, and Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation (FDIC) Chairman Martin J. Gruenberg announced that Secretary Yellen has signed off on measures to enable the FDIC to fully protect everyone who had money in Silicon Valley Bank, Santa Clara, California, and Signature Bank, New York. They will have access to all of their money starting Monday, March 13. None of the losses associated with this resolution, the statement said, “will be borne by the taxpayer.”

But, it continued, “Shareholders and certain unsecured debtholders will not be protected. Senior management has also been removed. Any losses to the Deposit Insurance Fund to support uninsured depositors will be recovered by a special assessment on banks, as required by law.”

The statement ended by assuring Americans that “the U.S. banking system remains resilient and on a solid foundation, in large part due to reforms that were made after the financial crisis that ensured better safeguards for the banking industry. Those reforms combined with today's actions demonstrate our commitment to take the necessary steps to ensure that depositors' savings remain safe.”

It’s been quite a weekend.

On Friday, Silicon Valley Bank (SVB) failed in the largest bank failure since 2008. At the end of December 2022, SVB appears to have had about $209 billion in total assets and about $175 billion in deposits. This made SVB the sixteenth largest bank in the U.S., big in its sector but small compared with the more than $3 trillion JPMorgan Chase. This is the first bank failure of the Biden presidency (while Donald Trump Jr. tweeted that he had not heard of any bank failures during his father’s presidency, there were sixteen, eight of which happened before the pandemic). In fact, generally, a few banks fail every year; it is an oddity that none failed in 2021 or 2022.

The failure of SVB created shock waves for three reasons. First, SVB was the major bank for technology start-ups, so it involved much of a single sector of the economy. Second, only about $8 billion of the $173 billion worth of deposits in SVB were less than the $250,000 that the FDIC insures, meaning that the companies who had made those deposits might not get their money back quickly and thus might not be able to make payrolls, sparking a larger crisis. Third, there was concern that the problems that plagued SVB might cause other banks to fail, as well.

What seems to have happened, though, appears to be specific to SVB. Bloomberg’s Matt Levine explained it most clearly:

As the bank for start-ups, which have a lot of cash from investors and the initial public offering of stock, SVB had lots of deposits. But start-up companies don’t need much in the way of loans because they’ve just gotten so much cash and they don’t yet have fixed assets. So, rather than balancing deposits with loans that fluctuate with interest rates and thus keep a bank on an even keel, SVB’s directors took a gamble that the Federal Reserve would not raise interest rates. They invested in long-term Treasury bonds that paid better interest rates than short-term securities. But when, in fact, interest rates went up, the value of those long-term bonds sank.

For most banks, higher interest rates are good news because they can charge more for loans. But for SVB, they hurt.

Then, because SVB concentrated on start-ups, they had another problem. Start-ups are also hurt by rising interest rates because they tend to promise to deliver returns in the long term, which is fine so long as interest rates stay steadily low, as they have been now for years. But as interest rates go up, investors tend to like faster returns than most start-ups can deliver. They take their money to places that are going to see returns sooner. For SVB, that meant their depositors began to need some of that money they had dumped into the bank and started to withdraw their deposits.

So SVB sold securities at a loss to cover those deposits. Other investors panicked as they saw SVB selling at a loss and losing deposits, and they, too, started yanking their money out of the bank, collapsing it. Banks that have a more diverse client base are less likely to lose everyone all at once.

The FDIC took control of the bank on Friday. On Sunday, regulators also shut down Signature Bank, based in New York, which was a major bank for the cryptocurrency industry. Another crypto-friendly bank, Silvergate, failed last week.

Congress created the FDIC under the Banking Act of 1933 to restore trust in the American banking system after more than a third of U.S. banks failed after the Great Crash of 1929, sparking runs on banks as depositors rushed to take out their money whenever rumors suggested a bank was in trouble, thus causing more failures. The FDIC is an independent agency that insures deposits, examines and supervises banks to make sure they’re healthy, and manages the fallout when they’re not. The FDIC is backed by the full faith and credit of the government, but it is not funded by the government. Member banks pay insurance dues to cover bank failures, and when that isn’t enough money, the FDIC can borrow from the federal government or issue debt.

Over the weekend, the crisis at SVB became a larger argument over the role of government in the protection of the economy. Tech leaders took to social media to insist that the government must cover all the deposits in the failed bank, not just the ones covered under FDIC. They warned that the companies whose deposits were uninsured would fail, taking down the rest of the economy with them.

Others noted that the very men who were arguing the government should protect all the depositors’ money, not just that protected under the FDIC, have been vocal in opposing both government regulation of their industry and government relief for student loan debt, suggesting that they hate government action…except for themselves. They also pointed out that in 2018, under Trump, Congress weakened government regulations for banks like SVB and that SVB’s president had been a leading advocate for weakening those regulations. Had those regulations been in place, they argue, SVB would have remained solvent.

It appears that Yellen, Powell, and Gruenberg, in consultation with the president (as required), concluded that the collapse of SVB and Signature Bank was a systemic threat to the nation’s whole financial system, or perhaps they concluded that the panic over that collapse—which is a different thing than the collapse itself—was a threat to the nation’s financial system. They apparently decided to backstop the banks to prevent more damage. But they are eager to remind people that they are not using taxpayer money to shore up a poorly managed bank.

Right now, this appears to leave us with two takeaways. The Biden administration had been considering tightening the banking regulations that were loosened under Trump, and it seems likely that the need for the federal government to step in to protect the depositors at SVB and Signature Bank will make it much harder for those opposed to regulation to keep that from happening. There will likely be increased pressure on the Biden administration to guard against helping out the wealthy and corporations rather than ordinary Americans.

And, perhaps even more important, the weekend of panic and fear over the collapse of just one major bank should make it clear that the Republicans’ threat to default on the U.S. debt, thus pulling the rug out from under the entire U.S. economy unless they get their way, is simply unthinkable.

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

#Finance #the economy #Heather Cox Richardson #Letters From An American #Banking regulation #bank collapse #bank failure #Max Gustafson #debt #student loan debt #venture capitalists

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pagesfromthevoid · 3 years ago

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Adrian Chase x Batfam!reader

Requested: @ladybug023

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Violence. Language. Adrian Chase in general needs a warning I think

Author’s Note: Yeah so this is gonna get a part two sorry not sorry. It was getting long and I have. I have so many ideas.

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It wasn’t supposed to be this difficult to take him down. He was some B-tier criminal from bum fuck nowhere. All she had to do was swoop in, kick his ass, book him and drop him off at the police station. Get him off the streets so that the tiny town he was fucking around in could sleep a little more soundly at night.

It was punishment for having almost killed Joker last month; Batman sent her away to cool off. Deal with something small while she got over her anger issues. She had argued that out of everyone that should probably be killed, Joker was absolutely the one. After what he had done to Jason…She felt it would have been justified. Batman argued that no one dies with the Bat name attached to them.

She argued that maybe she didn’t need the Bat mantle then. He didn’t take too kindly to that.

So he forced her hand, leaving her in the bum fuck town of Evergreen with the mission to stop Vigilante. What should have been an open and shut case, however, had taken up about three months of her goddamn life.

She was definitely part of the problem; she had underestimated Vigilante and his abilities quite a bit. He was quick; and very willing to fight until they were both bloody. But he was also quick witted. Or maybe he was just weird; the comments he made whenever they were in a fight always threw her off. Distracted her, which usually led to him getting in a solid shot (whether it was a literal shot or a punch, it didn’t typically matter) and taking off.

Tonight was no different, with the comments practically being thrown up every time she swung at him. He’d broken her cross bow, which really pissed her off.

“You’re a shitty superhero,” he said as she went to kick him in the face. But he grabbed her boot, flipping her to the ground. “I thought the Batman gang was way better than this.”

“There’s not usually this much talking when I’m fighting someone,” she snapped at him as he stepped on her chest.

“Where’s the fun in that? I thought we were friends.”

“On what fucking planet would we be friends? You’ve stabbed and shot me several times!”

“I mean you’ve also stabbed and shot me!”

She groaned in anger, letting her head fall back into the ground. “Because you’re a serial killer!”

“Hey! I only kill the bad guys!”

“Teenagers who spray paint walls don’t deserve to die!”

“Uh, yes they fucking do. That’s against the law. It’s called vandalism. Do you not have vandalism laws in Gotham?”

She huffed, grabbing his ankle now as he was distracted. The sudden movement made him fall back and she pounced, jumping on him. Pinned to the ground, with her sitting on top of him, Vigilante made an “oh” sound as she pulled out her cuffs.

“You don’t have to be like this, you know. You could actually be a hero. Without the whole murder bit,” she explained, digging her knee into his wrist to hold it down. But he wasn’t exactly fighting back anymore. “Like actual criminals need stopping. Not some bored kid with a shitty home life.”

Vigilante wasn’t responding, simply staring up at her through his visor. She couldn’t make out any distinguishing features with the mask on. But his sudden silence was becoming unnerving as she gave him a whack against his cheek. But all he did was make another “oh” sound. She gave him a weird look but suddenly was shoved off him, being thrown to the ground.

He was manic, standing up frantically as she sat on her ass and tried to understand what was happening. While it wasn’t necessarily obvious to her, to him, it was almost painful how turned on he was by her sitting on top of him and having smacked him. The hard on he was trying to conceal was too much.

“Let’s do this again sometime,” he offered, though his voice suddenly cracked. He cleared his throat. “Any other time. I’ll kill you next week, that sounds fun, right?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” She yelled as she scrambled up.

But he was taking off and she was standing there with the cuffs in her hand, very confused.

“What the fuck is wrong with this town?”

*****

The ache in her back was enough to make her cringe as she slid into the booth of Fennel Fields. The shitty upholstery was sticky, probably from a lack of cleaning, but the hostess was sweet as she left the menu on the table. Honestly, there wasn’t a need for the menu. Not anymore. This was the only halfway decent place in town, though it still wasn’t great. Not compared to the food she ate in Gotham.

But she came here every Tuesday night and got the shitty breadsticks and a chef salad. Tonight, she ordered a cocktail with her dinner, though it wasn’t nearly as strong as she’d like it to be. She was documenting her latest meeting with Vigilante, updating Batman with the progress she was making.

Or, well, the lack thereof.

That last fight was weirder than usual, with how abrupt the criminal dipped on her. She almost felt ghosted; which was fucking ridiculous because he was her goddamn enemy. But enemies were still something.

“Hey!”

She looked up from her laptop, giving a small smile at mess of curls that waved her way. Adrian was one of the few locals who had welcomed her to their small ass town without too many questions. Well, no. He asked a stupid amount of questions. Just none that were intrusive to her personal life.

When they first met, there at Fennel Fields, she had been there up until closing time. Laptop out, emailing back and forth with Bruce about what she’d learned about Vigilante since arriving. Adrian had walked by her table several times over the course of the night, finally being prompted by one of his coworkers to go get her to leave.

“Hey, uh, hi,” he had awkwardly stammered out. She had looked up, slightly surprised by how cute she thought he was, but simply smiled politely. “So we’re getting ready to close and I know you’ve been here forever and that’s totally cool but —“

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry,” she had replied, closing her computer. She started digging around her bag for her credit card. “Yeah, no, let me pay and I’ll get out of your hair.”

“I don’t mind you being in my hair, like fuck you look like you’re a spy or something, but everyone else —“

“I’m not a spy,” she has laughed some, shaking her head. She wasn’t exactly a spy; though she certainly didn’t belong there. “Let me go pay. Seriously. It’s fine.”

By the time she had finished paying up front, everyone else was walking out the door with her. She had apologized profusely, leaving a big enough tip to hopefully make up for it, as the bus boy fell into step with her.

“If you’re a spy, are you here because of Peacemaker?” He had asked suddenly, pulling off his uniform hat.

“I’m not a spy,” she repeated as she walked towards her car. He followed.

“Okay but that’s exactly what a spy would say.”

“A spy would have killed you by now for following them to their car,” she had pointed out, grinning at him playfully.

He had considered that thought for a moment and realized he had, in fact, been following her. “Oh fuck, wait I’m sorry —“

“Dude you need to relax,” she had told him, leaning against her car door. She held out her hand, introducing herself. “I’m from Gotham. Nothing in your podunk town can scare me.”

“Adrian.” He took her hand with a grin, shaking it. “If you’re from Gotham, have you seen the Batman?”

“Yeah, fuck him though,” she had scoffed. “It’s Crossfire you should be afraid of.”

“That’s the other chick, right?” But Adrian definitely knew who she was. He had met her the night before, when she tried to stop him. Her stupid crossbow ripped his suit. “Nah, I don’t know about that. She’s so short. Like a little duck.”

She had looked at him, brow raised. “A duck?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Because she’s small and cute and why would you wanna fight a duck?”

She had just stared up at him in confusion. That was the weirdest thing she had been called in a long time. A fucking duck.

“It was nice meeting you, Adrian. Try not to piss off any ducks. I hear they can be vicious.”

That first meeting developed into him coming to talk to her every time she came in for dinner. Every Tuesday, he’d come by, say hi, work his shift. Then they’d walk to her car together when the restaurant closed, with him peppering her with questions about being a spy. Tonight was only slightly different as he slid into the booth across from her, wearing a sweater and T-shirt.

“Off work tonight?” She asked, sipping her cheap martini.

“Yeah but I felt bad missing our usual hang out so I figured I’d come hang out outside work.”

“You consider walking me to my car hanging out?”

“I mean you spend like three hours here every week, doing spy stuff.”

It didn’t matter how many times she corrected him. He insisted she was a spy sent from Gotham. Though he couldn’t determine why she’d be there, especially with Peacemaker in prison. It was enough for her to simply roll with it; Adrian’s thought processes were not ones that she wanted to delve too deeply into.

“You got me there, Chase.”

The waitress walked by, giving Adrian a weird look as she handed him a menu. “I thought you called out sick?” She asked. Adrian turned red, shrugging. The waitress rolled her eyes and walked off, no doubt to go rat him out.

“You called out sick and still came here?”

“Okay so you caught me. Kinda wanted to hang out with you outside of work.”

She motioned around them, giving him a funny look. “We’re still at your work, Adrian.”

“Well then let’s go do something else!” He leaned in some, grinning at her. “I know this cool abandoned compound out in the woods —“

She looked between him and her laptop, brow furrowing as she finally shut it. “Sounds like somewhere you’d take me to kill me.”

“I don’t kill innocent people,” he quickly corrected her. Then he realized what he said, and quickly corrected himself next. “I mean I don’t kill any people ever, that would be super fucked up, but like I especially don’t kill innocent people —“

“You need to chill,” she reminded him for the first time that night —it probably wouldn’t be the last time — and started packing up her laptop. “What else is there to do in this town? I’ve been here three months but I spend 90% of my time doing school work. Or being here.”

He hummed a bit as he slid out of the booth. “There’s an arcade that I like a lot. Or Gary’s comic shop; I used to play dungeons and dragons there for a while.”

“You don’t play anymore?” She asked, following his lead as she got up.

He shook his head. “Nah, I don’t have time.”

She found that hard to believe, honestly, but didn’t question him as they walked out of the restaurant. There was a comfortable silence between them as he followed her to her car, like he always did on Tuesday nights.

“I assume I’m driving then?” She asked, looking back at him as they stopped outside her car.

“Oh, well sure. I parked next to you.” He pointed to the Sebring, smiling at her still. “I can drive though. You’ve been drinking. Wouldn’t want you to get taken out by Vigilante for drinking and driving.”

She hesitated for a moment, glancing up at him. Then, it was her turn to hum before she nodded. “Have you had any run ins with him?”

Adrian opened the passenger seat door for her as he stammered some, looking away. “Uh, he’s saved me a few times. He’s super fucking strong. Like a real hero. I bet he’s hot under that mask.”

She climbed into the car, making a face. “He murders people, Adrian.”

“I mean yeah, but crime rates have dropped here since he started protecting Evergreen.”

Adrian moved to the drivers side, hesitating a moment himself. He needed to change the subject, honestly, because she was getting antsy and he was getting antsy and now he was wondering if this was a super bad idea to hang out with her alone. But she was in his car and it was too late and maybe this would just be a one time thing.

He kind of didn’t want it to be a one time thing, though.

#adrian chase x reader #adrian chase imagine #vigilante x reader #vigilante imagine #adrian chase

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fire-fist-ann · 2 years ago

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posionous flowers and hugs

@ladylemoon : Here is your trade sorry it took me so long I hope you like it!! Law’s black eyebrow twitched as he rubbed the bridge of his nose before glancing at the time. It wasn't even time for his third cup of morning coffee yet and alas he was already stressed out. “ I thought I told you to stop eating poisonous fruit do I have to cuff you to me on every island we go to” he questioned with a hand on his hip He swore he could feel his blood pressure rising the moment they had the nerve to laugh. “ it’s an accident I swear captain, besides they looked tasty”. Law just stared not blinking for a solid moment before he finally spoke up “ I swear Rio, you and bepo give me too much to do around here” Rio just shrugged before he averted her eyes whistling slowly. Law blanched “...where is penguin and shauchi ?” he was almost afraid to ask. Rio let out a nervous laugh “ actually uh about that I was on my way to tell you but well I got hungry “ Law could feel his heart slamming against his ribcage he wasn't sure at this point if this was anxiety or if he was having a stress-induced heart attack at the moment. He took a deep breath before he forced himself to ask once more “ Rio please” he said sounding just tired already Rio raised his hands up “ right right, well we found a giant mushroom and were going bring it back to the ship and then I lost them, bepo went with them so they should be fine.. I think,” they said with a nervous laugh sweatdropping at the deadpan face law was giving them. “ let’s just see what trouble those two dragged bepo into this time” Law grumbled under his breath as they stepped off the ship, walking in the humid swamps and pushing the large green vines out of the way. Rio just grinned up at law “ hey captain can I wear your hat?” absolutely not” he said flicking Rio’s forehead. “ OW” Rio whined rubbing their forehead. Before they just laughed “ You know we should meet up with Luffy again, it would be fun come on” “ I think I rather drown “ he said grunting which only made Rio grin “ you say that but you like hanging out with luffy too” Law grabbed the back of Rio's shirt to yank them away from the inviting poisonous fruit nearby “ You and Luffy are already similar enough that I can't handle two of you at the same time, now let's find those three and leave- He said only to be cut off by three very familiar voices screaming out Captian!!!. Law looked over seeing a massive bear chasing the three of them. “aren't you a bear bepo! Cant, you talk to it!” penguin cried as they all ran and hid behind law “ sorry…” bepo said hanging his head down low. Making shauchi and penguin gap at the polar bear “ Why are you saying sorry!!” they yelled in unison. Law just grumbled as he grabbed onto all of them “ room” he mumbled before they found their way back on the ship. Law stood there hand on his the other wrapped around Rio's waist to keep them from falling over. While Bepo, Shauchi, and Penguin were all in a heap on the deck of the ship. “ What did we learn today?” law questioned looking over the whole situation. They hung their heads down “ Don’t go picking mushrooms in another bear’s territory” “Wrong, no picking poisonous fruits “ he corrected before he finally helped Rio stand on their feet “ alright everyone in the infirmary, god knows what wounds you all got” he grumbled watching all of them stagger off. Law glanced over seeing Rio standing in place not moving from the spot “...What is it now?” Rio looked up with big eyes before they beamed at law just raiding sunshine and sparkles around them. “ Thanks for taking care of me again captain, haha what would I do without you “ Law glanced to the side not seeing anyone looks like it was just them He shook his head before he leaned down a bit brushing Rio's hair behind his ear “ Probably die without me, the amount of poisonous plants you eat is ridiculous “. He said despite the small smile creeping up on his lips . He stepped back “ Do try not to eat any more fruit your important to me..you all are “” He said with a red growing tint over his face Rio blinked as they stared at law who was running a hand through his black hair “ You worry me every time you go out and eat another poisonous fruit, I know you're strong but try to be more careful, this isn't me asking this is me telling you as your captain” He huffed out before he took one deeper breathe “ If you ever tell anyone about this conversion I will shove you overboard “ Rio just smiled up at law “ see I totally knew you were the bad boy but secretly a softie type. But I will try to be more careful then “ Rio said elbowing him Law just grunted before he heard a loud crash from the med bay “ Never a moment of peace on this ship” he grumbled before he watched bepo come running out “ Rio, captain!” bepo cried out hugging the both of them “ put me down,” law said looking away struggling to even tell him no. He jolted when he felt another two arms he spotted his other troublemakers. Law just accepted his fate at this point, realistically what could he do, room himself and make bepo cry? Or god forbid Rio they both had the saddest face whenever he did that. “ “ Thank you, captain, we heard everything you said, you are important to us too!” Penguin said with tears in his eyes Rio nodded his head in understanding with a laugh as they joined the group hug with law in the middle of them all “.. fine your all important, but you all need to be treated” “ aye aye!!” the four of them said. Law snorted maybe this sappiness wasn't the worst.

#trafalgar law #heart pirates

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kaunis-sielu · 4 years ago

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Fire Dogs: 6

Steve pulls Grant’s hand off of your arm then steps in between you and Grant.

“Fawn are you okay?” He asks softly.

“I’m okay,” you assure him and he turns his gaze onto Grant.

“I thought I told you that you were to leave her alone.” His voice is low and furious, “And not only do I find you here, harassing her, putting your hands on her but you’re also telling everyone that she’s an Omega even though you know she doesn’t want people to know.”

“What’s it to you?” Grant sneers and you almost pity him. Steve, externally seems calm but you can feel the rage.

“You’re going to leave Fawn alone. You’re not going to tell anyone else she’s an Omega, you’re going to think she’s a Beta and if you do come across her you’re going to treat her with the respect she deserves.” Grant seems to be fighting the Alpha command, he grits his teeth and sweat starts to form on his brow. You know he won’t beat it though, your knees have practically buckled at the power behind his command. You see why they call him a True Alpha.

“What if I don’t?”

“I’ll kill you. Omega protection laws say that as her Alpha I can defend her in anyway I might need to.” He warns and while Grant pales Steve continues, “Now, you’re going to apologize to Fawn, you’re going to leave her alone and I’m not going to have to remind you again.”

“Sorry Fawn.” You nod then Steve turns him around and gives him a little shove and Grant meanders away from you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Steve asks turning toward you.

“Yea, are you?” When he looks at you quizzically you clarify, “you were so angry.”

“You could tell?”

“I could feel it.” The slow smile he gives you causes your heart to race.

“Oh Honey,” he breathes pressing his forehead to yours. You can feel his breath slide across your cheek and you sigh softly as you close your eyes. Something wet hits your cheek and you pull away from Steve and look up at the sky as the clouds break.

You’re practically drenched in a matter of seconds,

“Rain! Steve rain!” You cry tilting your head back, a smile stretched across your face as the rain pours down on you. Finally, you’ve been waiting for this rain to knock down the fires and it’s finally here.

But no more fires means no more Steve. Your smile falls off of your face as quickly as it bloomed. “Rain.”

“Honey,” Steve says looking concerned.

“No more fire means no more you.” You choke out and he gently gathers you in to him.

“Shh, we can talk about it. This might not knock out all the fire.”

“But if it does,”

“We figure it out.” He soothes, “dance with me?”

“What?” You ask not moving your head from where it’s pressed to his chest. He takes your left hand gently in his right and puts your right hand up on his shoulder while wrapping his left arm around your back then he starts to sway.

It’s soothing, the way he slowly sways and hums. The rainwater is cool as it falls but you find that you don’t care at least not until it gets chilly.

“You wanna head home?”

“Yes, can, can you sleep with me again tonight?”

“Yea Honey.” You round the car and slide into the passengers seat before Cooper licks your face.

“Thanks Coop. You good boy.” You tell him and Steve starts the car then heads for home. Steve reaches over and offers you one of his hands, which you happily take and leave in your lap. It’s been nearly three weeks at this point and you’re not sure how you’re going to feel when he leaves. You’ve heard that it can be excruciating for an Omega to be without their Alpha but Steve technically isn’t your Alpha.

It’s still raining heavily when you get back home. You and Steve cook dinner together after he showers and you change into something dry. As you eat you talk a little about your day, how your drawings were approved and that printing will start soon. Steve is proud of you, a welcome feeling after Grant.

Your heart sinks when Bucky comes home early.

“Fires look like they’re all out.” He says with a grin and you have to blink away your tears before either man notices. Cooper does notice though and he comes over to you putting his head in your lap. You pet him absentmindedly while half listening to Steve and Bucky talk. They talk about the fire, the rain and when the subject of their trip home comes up you have to leave the room. It makes you too sad to think about them leaving.

You take Cooper out, grabbing the umbrella that you keep by the door on your way out. You don’t fool yourself and think that Steve hasn’t noticed your change in mood or the tears gathering on your eyelashes but you need a moment. You let Cooper run around in the rain, one of his favorite things to do, and you let a few of the tears fall.

You’re so conflicted on what to do. You’re 99% sure that Steve is your Alpha. The one Alpha for you, with how he makes you feel, and how he treats you and the fact that you can feel his emotions are all signs that he’s probably your Alpha. You’d be completely thrilled if he didn’t come from New York. If he wasn’t the True Alpha of his pack. But none of those things are true. He is the True Alpha, he lives in New York City, and you live here.

“Hey,” Steve says quietly from just inside the house. “You okay?”

“I don’t know.” You admit not looking at him,“I wanna be but I don’t know.”

“Wanna talk me through it?”

“I’m just really conflicted. I know in my gut you’re my Alpha, but you live there and I live here and I like it here. I like the smallness, the woods and the mountains. I can’t ask you to move your whole pack, and shouldn’t you being my Alpha be enough? Why isn’t it enough? Is there something wrong me with me?”

“Nothing is wrong with you.” Steve assures you, “all of your feelings and thoughts are completely valid. If it makes you feel any better I know in my gut you’re my Omega. I’ve known since you opened the door. The pack and I will do whatever you need to be happy, no Alpha command needed.”

“I can’t ask you all to move here. How big is your pack?”

“All together around fifty.”

“Fifty! Steve! That’s huge!”

“Why don’t you come to New York with us? You and I can go upstate? See if we can find somewhere that’s close enough to the city but quiet enough for you?”

“I’m scared Steve.”

“Of what?”

“You know the last Alpha I had. What if this doesn’t work and I’ve moved my whole life to the other side of the country?”

“Do you own this place?” You nod, “then keep it. If it doesn’t work you still have a home but if it does we have a vacation place.”

“Would you want me to stop taking my suppressants?”

“If you want to. I know it’s easier to have kids when you’re not on them.”

“You’d want kids with me?”

“I want it all with you Omega. I want the bonding. The marriage. The family. I want all of it.” You’re floored by his admission you finally turn toward him and throw an arm around his neck pulling his lips to yours. Steve is gentle when he pulls your body flush against his, he’s warm and solid against you.

“I’ll come to New York with you. Are you sure you could live outside the city?”

“For you? Yes. Easily and happily.”

“Can we bring Cooper?”

“Of course. Are you gonna be alright traveling with the three of us?”

“Yea. I think I can manage.” You tell him with a smile, “when do you want to leave?”

“I don’t know, I’ve got to talk to Sam and Bucky. I’m sure they’ll wanna get back as much as I do but we have to be sure the fires are out for good. Maybe three days?”

“Okay, you might need to talk me down again. Get me out of my own head.”

“I can do that.” He promises, “you’re sure you want to go?”

“Yes. When I think of being left here without you it fills me with such dread. But I might get nervous about meeting your pack and about being on the east coast in a huge city.”

“The pack is going to love you. You don’t need to worry about that. Can I check your ribs again?”

“I suppose. Come on Cooper!”

“He’s soaked.” Steve says and you glance over at a very muddy Cooper.

“Yea, he loves the rain.” You’ll need to give him a bath before bedtime, luckily he loves bath time almost as much as he loves the rain. “I’ll have to give him a b-a-t-h. He loves them and will lose his mind when I say the word.”

“Ah.” Steve gives you a little half smile, “want help?”

“Only if you’re ready to get drenched again.”

“Bring it on.”

“Hey Cooper, wanna take a bath?” You say and as promised loses his mind barking and dancing around you excitedly. You let him in and he bolts downstairs.

Steve helps you give Cooper a bath and as you predict you’re both completely soaked by the time you’re done.

“Who got a bath? You two or Cooper?” Bucky teases as you and Steve go past him in the living room.

“Cooper, give him a hug.” You tell the dog who runs over to Bucky and still soaking wet jumps up into Bucky’s lap and throws his body onto Bucky’s torso.

“Awe Cooper!” You and Steve laugh as Bucky debates if he wants your dog off of him or if he’s just going to let it happen. He finally surrenders and hugs Cooper back as you and Steve head upstairs.

After Steve checks your shoulder and ribs he seems pleased with how you’re healing. Cooper sleeps with Bucky instead of you and honestly it’s kind of nice that you and Steve have the bed to yourselves. It would be even nicer if you could relax.

“Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“Will you tell me about the pack?”

“Can’t sleep?” You hum softly in response. So you drift off to his voice telling you about his pack.

The next three days are busy, you get things together for your trip to New York. You use as much of the perishable food as you can and bring other stuff to the food shelf in town. You pack up all of your book stuff, some of your clothes and whatever you’ll need for Cooper. You and Steve decide that you’ll drive your car with Cooper and some of your stuff then Sam and Bucky will drive the truck with everything else that you want to bring out and their stuff.

It’s weird locking up your place for what could be the last time. But you think that you’re ready, Steve is watching you out of the corner of his eye while he talks to Sam and Bucky. He gives you this sweet smile when you come walking down the sidewalk, Cooper on your heels.

“Ready to go Omega?” Steve asks and you nod, both his friends share a pleased look then both head for the drivers seat. A tussle breaks out, Sam getting Bucky into a headlock but Bucky is able to muscle his way out of the headlock and throws Sam to the ground before jumping into the truck with a triumphant yell.

“Is this going to be a bad idea?” You ask an unamused Steve.

“They’ll be fine. I’m more annoyed with them, I just know they’re gonna embarrass me on this trip.” He says as you walk to your car together, he opens the back for Cooper then buckles him in and joins you in the car.

“Maybe I should’ve ridden with them to hear the stories.”

“Absolutely not.” Steve says lightly, “besides you wouldn’t really leave your Alpha all alone would you?”

“Not unless I have to.” You admit and he takes your hand. He presses a kiss to the back of it and gives you a soft smile. You’d let him mark you right now if he was a normal Alpha you realize with a start, your anxiety spikes at the thought.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just, this is big ya know? I’ve been this fiercely independent fake Beta for like 18 years or so? And now I’m leaving that life behind.”

“You can still be an independent fake Beta.”

“No I can’t,” you admit, “I didn’t renew my prescription. I have a week left.”

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phoenixyfriend · 4 years ago

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hey i read through your Anakin and Jedi babies au, and got to the part about Shmi eventually having a kid and Ani being supportive and listen man i just have emotions bc i realized that her daughter would be the first freeborn child in the Skywalker family. like god knows how many generations of slavery on Tatooine, and this tiny baby is the first one born free. of course, while everyone knows this is a big deal, i feel like Anakin and Shmi are the only ones who truly Know how much of a big deal this is. tiny new baby skywalker draped in japor charms and whispered desert blessings

Context: Anakin and the Jedi Babies, chrono, how Shmi ended up on Mandalore, the post about Jango/Shmi.

YEP.

I’m thinking her name is something like Amika or Amyas? I’ve come to the conclusion that she is the result of Shmi and Jango getting into a relationship, but not actually planned. Anakin absolutely offers to fight Jango for Shmi, and she scolds him for it despite being a solid ten years younger than him.

Jango and Shmi do get married, after a bit more fumbling to make sure this is what they really want.

I imagine that the disaster lineage moves back to the Temple a year or so after that, when Ben is eleven or twelve. The Force just said it was a good time, and Mandalore seemed to be in good shape, etc. There’s a lot of sidelong glances and questioning looks because Soka and Ben still insistently refer to Anakin as buir (or Skyguy, on Soka’s part), and there’s a variety of conspiracy theories, and Ben acts Very Grown Up for a child his age, etc. They actually tell the council the full truth and cause a number of headaches. Mace isn’t amused. There’s rumors everywhere about Obi-Wan and Ben being related but nobody has the guts to ask after the first Scary Skywalker Smile.

What’s really relevant, though, is what that move does to relations between Mandalore, the Jedi, and the Republic.

"Okay, so if the Jedi Order does any negotiation with Mandalore, it has to be through Skywalker." "Why?" "The Mand'alor is his brother-in-law and they met when Fett was fifteen; I've seen Skywalker give this man a noogie and suffer zero consequences for it."

Like, please understand: Jango becomes Mand’alor in his late-twenties even while Jaster is alive, a few years after the Shmi thing, just because he’s Very Good At It. But also, he’s Anakin’s brother-in-law. Anakin, who knows that Shmi can take care of herself but is very protective anyway,��and made a hobby of kicking Jango’s ass when he was younger, and has always had Weird Vibes around Jango, and at least once made veiled comments about how he didn’t trust Jango’s ability to be a father.

Jango, of course, doesn’t know that this is because Anakin judges him on the fact that he had three million clone sons that he didn’t give a shit about in a future that won’t happen.

So Jango is actually very concerned with maintaining Anakin’s good favor, something that he feasibly had for a few years but is struggling to hold onto after getting with Shmi and having a kid.

If it were almost anyone else, Anakin probably would have been very “she can make her own choices” about Shmi, but it’s Jango Fett and Anakin has concerns.

A few years later, let’s say Ben is fifteen, the Temple gets notified that the king of Mandalore is coming. The Mand’alor is going to be here, and hasn’t told anyone why. He’s bringing his spouse and several other people, but not a full guard or anything for a formal visit with the Republic.

The ship lands. The Mand’alor exits in full armor. There’s a woman next to him, a small brunette with a toddler in her arms, not wearing much armor, but she has enough to make it clear that she is Mandalorian. Vambraces, greaves, a gorget, and there’s a sigil on it somewhere declaring her the the spouse of the Mand’alor.

The Jedi Council is mostly polite. Mostly hesitant. Confused. Diplomatic. Dooku is there, and asks, “Did anyone inform Master Skywalker of our visitors?”

“He recently returned from a mission and is likely asleep,” someone tells him.

The Queen of Mandalore sighs. “Oh dear.”

This is when a recently-woken Anakin Skywalker, age thirty-seven but looking like he stalled out on aging in his late twenties, strides out into the hangar and yells, “Shmi!”

The queen gives her toddler to her husband and sprints to Master Skywalker, throwing herself into his arms and letting him spin her around with a laugh. “Ori’vod!”

Dooku’s smile could be, at a stretch, described as ‘shit-eating.’ He turns to the councilors. “You didn’t forget that Skywalker has a sister, did you?”

They didn’t, but they clearly hadn’t expected it to matter.

“Let me see my niece,” Skywalker says, with a grin out of a holo film. “Fett, gimme.”

“Hi, hello, it’s good to see you’re alive too,” the Mand’alor grumbles. “Oh, I’m doing well, and--”

“Yeah, yeah, su cuy'gar and all, let me see my niece.”

The Mand’alor, one of the most influentially dangerous men in the galaxy, sighs and hands over the toddler to Master Skywalker, who immediately starts cooing over the little girl and otherwise making it clear just why he ends up in the creche so often.

“Master Skywalker,” Dooku calls over, as the only person to have encountered the Mando contingent often enough to get away with saying something right now. “You knew they were coming?”

“Nope! Felt ‘em arrive,” Skywalker cheerily replies. “Did someone tell my kids? Somebody tell my kids, they’ll want to see Shmi.”

“Has Ben gotten any taller?” the woman stage-whispers, and Skywalker grins at her.

“Not as much as he’d hoped.”

The Skywalker teenagers in question come sprinting out with less decorum than even their father had. Ben at least tries to slow down and greet the contingent politely, but Soka just barrels into Shmi like there’s nothing in the galaxy that could stop her. There’s laughter and hugs, and Skywalker hands the toddler off to his daughter and steps back to watch his family interact.

(They get justification for the visit eventually: the child is terrifyingly force-sensitive, and the queen has only just managed to convince Fett to let them take her to the Temple. The Council knows just how tenuous their guardianship here is, in that they’re sure this child would have been kept away from them if not for Skywalker’s presence here. Mandalore’s warriors and Tatooine’s slaves hold family to be of utmost importance. Skywalker is the only reason this is happening.)

“You know, I was getting respect from your High Council before you showed up,” Fett grouses, now without his helmet. “I’m the Mand’alor, the first in centuries to step foot here without war in mind. This moment should be historic. People should respect and fear my presence.”

Skywalker looks at him, pitying.

"Fett, I don't care that you're Mand'alor. I've known you since you were fifteen, and you're married to my little sister. You know you don't scare me."

“Anakin--”

“Also you’re short.”

“Oh, get kriffed, you asshole.”

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underatedcharactersunite · 4 years ago

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The Iron Queen

Summary - The Iron Queen is a legend, a myth even. However, Ivar the Boneless wants to prove her existance. When he does, it's almost as if Fate brings them together, so the two of them can become legendary together....

Pairing - Ivar the Boneless x Female Reader

WordCount - 2, 919

Warnings - Angst, mentions of upcoming battles.

For @youbloodymadgenius 1K Writing Challenge. Congratulations! »»————-　♔　————-««

Before the Iron Queen became to be, she was a legendary warrior Princess. She was a ruthless and tactful warrior in every sense of the word. There was no weapon she couldn't master, sword, shield, bow and arrow, axe or spear. She could use it all and use them well. In many minds, she was the perfect warrior, a combination of talent and intelligence. Y/N was loved among the warriors alike.

However, that all changed when Y/N became the Iron Queen of Mountmead. Unlike the other Kings, Y/N's Father final wish was to abolish their eldest law. From this day forth, until the end of time, whether the firstborn child is a son or daughter, they would be heir to the throne. Y/N's Father adapted the law to give his only daughter and child the throne.

This angered the surrounding Kings and Lords. Their ideologies were simple. a woman was not fit to rule. A woman was far too emotional to make rational decisions. They were unfit to lead armies and clueless in battle strategy, so the death of the King of Mountmead brought the potential to expand their lands despite the crowing of a new Queen. They had no respect or loyalty to her. They saw Y/N as a weak and passive woman, but they didn't realise how wrong they were.

Within the first several months of her coronation, Y/N and her army encountered six different battles. In every battle, Y/N was there leading her army to defeat the enemies that threatened her people. She refused to be seen as weak.

These battles created and enforced the Queen. She was to be cool and calculating, skilled and intellectual. Y/N made certain she surrounded herself with her closest and loyal advisors. Ser Favian was the head of her Queensguard. He'd also been the head of her Father's Kingsguard. A man who had been there from the day her Father was coronated. Secondly, there was Ser Conadus, head of her army and key battle Strategist. Ser Conadus was also her loyal confidant. After all, he'd been there for every major milestone in her life. There was no circumstance or situation Y/N couldn't speak to Ser Conadus about.

As Ferocious as Y/N was on the battlefield, she still maintained kindness in her heart. She often walked the streets, discussing the issues that were arising and how they could be solved. Y/N was able to provide reassurance to her people. Y/N made time in her day as frequently as possible to see people, to converse with traders. She kept a brave face for them all.

Hidden behind that brave face laid the devasting truth. Life as her people knew it was threatened. The surrounding Lords and Kings made a collective decision to bring their armies together to create an army of the thousands. While the Great Army of Mountmead was no easy defeat. Their numbers were no-where near as large. Y/N didn't know how to solve their issues. Repeatedly, she reached out to offer a truce to the other Lords and Kings, but it was no luck. They all desired Mountmead for themselves and they believed they were going to take it from the Iron Queen. They shared no resources and implemented laws in their Kingdoms. If any person was caught trading with the Iron Queen or any member of Mountmead, they were executed without question. This restricted the Iron Queen to land. No boats, to sail in search of allies. They were stuck. All of them in mortal danger.

Unbeknownst, to Y/N someone, had been looking for her. As fate would have it, the idea of a legendary warrior Princess turned Queen had become a legendary story. It had spread through many Kingdoms and lands with several different variations. Most believed these tales of the Iron Queen to be nothing more than that, tales.

Except one, Ivar the Boneless believed different. Ivar believed the Iron Queen, Y/N of Mountmead, existed and, he was determined to find her. In the beginning, Ivar had no idea where to begin his search, so he sent scouts to the North, South, East and West. When they returned, they came up empty. However, Ivar refused to give in. Ivar proceeded to continue to send his Scouts out each time, further and in different directions. Each time they came up without sight of the Iron Queen.

This continued until one trip the scouts returned to Kattegat with news of the discovery. His latest scouting mission had been a success. With this new information, Ivar knew hr needed to act quickly. Instructing the scouts to gather his brothers into the Great Hall, he sat down and waited for them to arrive. Ivar waited and waited for his brothers when they finally walked in.

"How do I always arrive before you?" Ivar questioned as all of his brothers took their seats.

"Because you decided to meet us here Ivar." Ubbe retorted as he paid attention to his youngest brother.

"Ivar, why have you gathered us here?" Bjorn questioned.

"Because I have found the Iron Queen."

"Your lying!" Sigurd yelled as Ivar smirked. Ivar didn't mind being underestimated. Sigurd was only jealous, he hadn't been able to do it.

"Why would I lie, Sigurd? My scouts have drawn a map to her Kingdom, and I wish to go visit her because she is in terrible danger?"

"Is she as beautiful as they say she is?" Hvitserk questioned. All of his brothers turned to look at him.

"Ivar informs us the Iron Queen is in danger, and that is the first question you have, Hvitserk." Sigurd responds as Hvitserk shrugs."

"A man has to know these things, Sigurd."

"Yes, the Iron Queen is more beautiful than she's described as. However, if someone doesn't help her, then no-one is going to see her beauty in person."

"Why is she in danger? Ubbe questioned as he poured a horn of mead, taking a large sip.

"The surrounding Lords and Kings do not respect her as Queen. When they're from, they believe women are unable to lead and participate in the battle. Although Y/N has been in more battles than most of the surrounding Kings and Lords."

"You say she's been in many battles, so why is she in danger?"

"Because Ubbe, the surrounding Lords and Kings have grouped to create one large army. According to the scouts, the Iron Queen has a decent sized army, but not one large enough to defeat them."

"What's in it for us?" Why should we help a stranger?"

"Isn't it obvious, Bjorn? We go to the Iron Queen, offer ourselves as an ally in exchange for the first selection of any the lands we conquer."

"That seems to be a fair trade. Whatever lands we take can be used as a new settlement and a base for further exploration. I say we go."

"Thank you Hvitserk. Anyone else?"

"I am coming with you," Sigurd responds to Ivar's surprise.

"I will come just to keep an eye on all three of you. Perhaps we should extend the offer to Harald and Halfdan. They could be useful to us."

"That is a good idea, Ubbe. What says you, Bjorn?"

"I shall stay here, make sure Kattegat remains running smoothly. If the God's desire us to meet, it shall be."

That night the sons of Ragnar began to create plans to set sail to Mountmead and the Iron Queen. They set sail with a small part of their army, with the plan that more men would follow days later. Help was coming to the Iron Queen and she didn't even know it.

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Y/n had been in meetings all morning, they'd already attempted to plan out their defence attacks, but there was always a weak spot in their armour. There was no use, they simply needed more men. Men they didn't have.

"My Queen, we will figure it out. They haven't beaten us yet." One of the small council commented as Y/N examined the map once more.

"What we need is a miracle. Unfortunately, they don't happen often and early enough" It was as if someone was listening to her desires as Ser Favian came bursting through the door.

"My Queen, men have arrived on the shore. They hold no banner or sail. They don't appear to be apart of any of the surrounding threats."

"Lord Pollack, will you continue to lead this meeting in my absence. Ser Conadus will you accompany me to the Thron, Ser Favian will you gather some of the Queensguard to watch the remaining men. Bring the leaders to the throne room."

"Yes, of course, My Queen." They nodded and bowed respectfully as Y/N already stepped away from the meeting with Ser Conadus flanked her as she feared the worst.

"Nicholas, I don't think I can deal with any further setbacks. We're already at war on land, we can't compete with threats from the ocean as well."

"Relax my dear. ;Perhaps this is a beneficial meeting. You need to keep calm, just because we're at war doesn't mean everyone's a threat. Remember, your lessons." As the large, solid oak doors opened, someone announced the Iron Queen as she raised her head high, removing any emotion in her mind and gaze.

Although Y/N's attention was already directed towards one of the men in front of her. All of the men had knelt except one."

"I told you to kneel." Ser Favian attempted to force the man onto his knees, but Y/N noticed the glimmer of the buckle her pace quickened.

"Ser Favian, can you not see the restraints on his legs . Since when did we treat our guests so poorly." Ser Favian backed away immediately kneeling.

"I'm sorry, forgive Ser Favian it was a simple misunderstanding." Noticing a chair in the corner, Y/N walked over and picked up the chair and brought it up towards the man, placing it behind him.

That's when Y/N caught the first proper glimpse of the man. The piercing blue eyes, the muscular arms, his smirk etched onto his face as he observed your expression scan all over him. You hadn't glanced at his brothers, Harald or Halfdan or Floki. Just him.

Ivar was just as mesmerised by her as she was him. Y/N was just as beautiful as his scouts had told him she was. She was both assertive and confident. Ivar wanted to know her and no-one was going to stop him from getting what he know desired the most.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, My Queen. My name is Ivar the Boneless, these are my brothers, as well as Harald Finehair, Halfdan the Black and Floki. We are here to offer our services." Ivar confidently took ahold of Y/N's hand without, hesitating brought her knuckles up and brushed his lips against them. Ivar did not miss the way her eyes widened in shock, momentarily before her composure regained.

"Y/N lowered her head as she stepped back towards the steps to her throne once she was seated, she called for everyone to raise as she once more looked towards Ivar the Boneless.

"You wish to offer your services to me, and the Kingdom of Mountmead, why?"

"I believe together we could be an unstoppable force. We have all heard of your battles and the current threat that you have surrounding you. My Queen, we have the numbers you need." Tuning to Ser Conadus, Y/N examined his gaze as she attempted to read his expression.

"What would you receive in return for your men?"

"First choice of any land that is gained in the result of war." Truth be told, Y/N was beginning to run out of strategic options and perhaps Ivar and the rest of them was her only hope.

"I accept your terms Ivar the Boneless. Ser Favian will see that the rest of the men are given a warm place to sleep. Ser Conadus, would you see that Ivar the Boneless and the rest of his party settle in well."

"Wait my Queen, I have a gift for you." One of Ivar's brothers, called someone forward as they laid a box onto the ground, standing Y/N walked down the stairs as two of Y/N's guard lifted the lid. In the box, it appeared to be a shield with bright colours painted on it.

"Thank you-"

"Hvitserk, my Queen." Smiling, Y/N could already tell that Hvitserk that was the most mischievous out of all of the brothers.

"Thank you Hvitserk." Once more, another brother stepped forward, this time he insisted on carrying the box towards the Iron Queen. Once the lid was lifted it, it revealed a strange looking instrument.

“I an teach you to play it, if you’d like my Queen.”

“Thank you, that would be lovely-”

“Sigurd, my Queen.”

“Thank you, Sigurd.”

“My Queen, I have one last gift for you. Unfortunately, it does not fit through the castle walls.” Ivar’s voice broke Y/N’s concentration and soon the two of them were accompanied by Ser Conadus and Floki. As Y/N continued to walk silently, Y/N kept pace with Ivar as the two appeared to be heading to the docks.

“Your Grace, why are people so threatened by a woman?” Floki questioned as Y/N turned towards Floki.

“In these parts, a woman is believed to be unable to rule. Women are unable to rule because they believe they are unable to think clearly or learn the ways of War. According to them, they shouldn’t have to fight to take my Kingdom, I should bow and give it to them,”

“We can’t let that happened now can we. Don’t worry Iron Wueen, we will bring them to their knees.” The four of them stepped onto the docks, Y/N glanced around them, wondering what it could be.

“Turn around my Queen.” Turning around, there was a boat. It was unlike any boat Y/N had seen before stepping closer, was her gift on the boat?

“What do you think my Queen?” Ivar questioned as Y/N was still unsure what Ivar had given her. Then it dawned on her.

“The boat, it’s mine. I couldn’t possibly except it.”

“Why not? The other boat builders refuse to build you a boat so Floki build you a boat. It could be one of many perhaps, if you so desired.”

“I wouldn’t know the first thing about sailing or running a boat.”

“Don’t worry. we can show you, your Grace/” Floki replied as the wind blew while the flag gushed in the wind.

“Thank you, both of you. You have no idea how important and appreciated this is for me and my Kingdom.”

“You are more than welcome. I believe this is a start to a beautiful relationship.”

»»————-　♔　————-««

The next few days, were manic, as new voices gave new insight and strategies. Their culture was vastly different from Y/N’s, they’re war and battle strategies gave Y/N a unique way of seeing the up and coming battle.

One thing that Y/N noticed immediately was the high intensity of the sons of Ragnar sibling rivalry, specifically between Ivar and Sigurd.

Each time she began a discussion with either one of them, she could practically feel the glares at the back of her head. It only proved her point, they were always trying to compete with one another.

One morning in particular, Y/N had broken her fast early so she could take a peaceful morning walk, before chaos ensured.

What should have been a peaceful walk turned into Sigurd following her around discussing how terrible his younger brother was/ Y/N kept quiet while she listened to Sigurd go on about how vicious his brother was. According to Sigurd, Ivar was a monster who had no right to be in her company. Sigurd told her to listen to his words carefully.

Y/N had listened to his words closely, except she’d drawn a completely different conclusion. It was clear to Y/N that Ivar did have his fair share of problems, he was often angry and nearly always had a sombre attitude. Except Y/N was able to dig through the initial layer and realise how much more there was to him.

While Y/N had appreciated Sigurd’s advice, she’d informed him that she could make her own judgement on Ivar and the rest of them. When her and Sigurd parted ways, he warned her once more.

»»————-　♔　————-««

Later that night as Y.N headed to her chambers, tired from yet another day of back to back small council meetings and war strategy meetings. Y/N had grown tired and in desperate need of sleep.

Y/N should have known that nothing was ever that simple as she was walking past Ivar’s room, she heard a commotion. Barging through the door, she became quickly aware that Ivar was one the floor in some form of distress.”

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t need your help!” Ivar snapped, however, the Iron Queen knelt onto the ground beside him.”

“Okay, then I shall sit with you then.”

“Wouldn’t you rather spend time with my brother, Sigurd” Y/N rolled her eyes sitting down on the floor, she stretched her legs so they were diagonally with each other.

“I gather you never heard the end of the conversation. If you had you would have heard myself inform Sigurd that I am capable of making my own decisions. For sometime now Ivar you had my curiosity but now you have my attention” Ivar smirked, this conversation was about to get interesting.

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snelbz · 4 years ago

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Life As We Know It {Chapter One}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays and Thursdays. Chapters will be posted on both my and Tara's blogs! >> @tacmc.

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5 years later….

Nyx looked at his birthday cake and the lone candle that was lit atop the icing before looking up at Feyre with a confused expression on his beautiful, little face.

His mother laughed, quietly, before leaning forward and taking out the candle. She had just blown out the flame when Rhys barely pushed the cake closer to Nyx, who put his chubby, little hands smack-dab in the middle of the icing and dug in.

Everyone had come to celebrate, and even Nesta couldn’t stop her smile from showing. At least, she let it show when she was on the opposite end of the house from the one and only, and massively self-centered, Cassian Nazari.

Of course, he would be at Nyx’s first birthday party. He was Nyx’s uncle - maybe not by blood, not that blood mattered when it came to Cassian, Rhysand, and their other lifelong friend, Azriel.

He, too, stood across the kitchen, watching as Elain snapped picture after picture of the jubilant baby, the mess atop his high chair the largest Nesta had ever seen. She knew Elain was taking notes for their own daughter’s birthday party, though she was barely three months old.

Rhysand’s smile was as big as Feyre’s as they watched their son, listening as his giggles filled the kitchen. Nyx realized quickly that the cake was for him alone and after smashing it for a few moments, he lifted a large handful to his chubby face and took a bite. His eyes lit up and that started the giggling anew.

Nesta loved her nephew and niece, had loved him since the day they were born, but she didn’t envy her sisters and their happy families. Unlike them, she had remained perfectly content on her own, especially after the endless string of disaster dates she had been forced to sit through throughout the years.

And children? It wasn’t that Nesta disliked kids. Not all kids, at least. She loved her nephew and niece, anyway. Having one of her own, though? Having to be around one every day? Every night? Having to constantly try and make a tiny person content?

No, thank you. That was a challenge she had little interest in.

A deep rumbling laugh came from across the house and Nesta looked up to find Cassian entering the kitchen, still chuckling at something Mor had said.

As hard as she tried, she couldn’t keep her lip from curling slightly as she looked at him. It only infuriated her more when he caught sight of her as he raised his beer to his lips and winked.

He was absolutely insufferable.

After their catastrophe of a date years ago, which Nesta had made Feyre promise was a stunt she’d never pull again, she had only been forced to be around Cassian Nazari a handful of times.

One of which was during Feyre and Rhysand’s wedding, only months after their date.

“You only have to walk with him for thirty seconds,” Feyre had sighed, while Mor continued to pin and curl her hair into place. “You don’t have to be happy about it.”

“Good,” Nesta said, draining the glass of champagne in her hand. “Because I’m not.”

As Feyre’s maid-of-honor, it was customary that she was supposed to walk out of the wedding arm in arm with Rhysand’s best man. She wished that he’d picked Azriel, but since it seemed the Cauldron hated her, it had to be Cassian.

Elain, who was harboring the world’s most obvious crush on Azriel at the time, was thrilled with how they’d be exiting the wedding. Nevertheless, she said to Nesta, “I think you two got off on the wrong foot. He’s a really good guy, Nes.”

Nesta shot her youngest sister a look of pure annoyance through the mirror’s reflection. “Have any of you ever been on a date with the guy? And not only a date, but the worst date of your life?”

Feyre snorted, fully aware of where this conversation was headed. “No.”

“Then you have no room to talk,” Nesta snapped, admiring herself in the mirror. “Mother’s tits, Feyre, he wore jeans to the nicest restaurant in Velaris!”

“At least he didn’t wear his boots,” Mor muttered, then she caught Nesta’s glare in the mirror. “Really? He wore his boots?”

“He was dressed for an all-night, summer bonfire,” Nesta said, shaking her head. “And he’s completely full of himself. And, he forgot his wallet!”

“Not like you can’t afford dinner,” Feyre said, and Nesta’s lips snapped shut. She was fully aware that the conversation had somehow become a let’s-pick-on-Nesta session.

Feyre added, “You have to walk back down the aisle with him, share an entire table during dinner, and that’s it. No one is asking you to dance with him, but be nice.” Nesta met Feyre’s eyes, her jaw set. Feyre sighed, “Fine, be civil.”

She scoffed, but nodded. “Fine.”

The ceremony itself went off without a hitch. It was beautiful and elegant and the perfect wedding Rhys and Feyre had always wanted.

She ignored Cassian’s unending looks the whole night, managed to give her maid-of-honor speech without snarling at him, and after that, took advantage of the open bar her sister and new brother had so kindly provided.

She was coming out of the bathroom, a glass of wine still clutched in her hand, doing her best not to trip over her own feet when she walked into a wall.

A wall of solid muscle that turned out to be Cassian’s back.

When he turned around and she looked up at him, his eyes were nearly as glazed as hers.

“Hello, Nes,” he said, smirking down at her.

She bit out, “Don’t call me that.”

“That was a pretty, little speech you gave,” he said, leaning against the wall. “I know true love exists cause I’ve seen it first hand. Poetic.”

Nesta scoffed, brushing off the skirt of her dress as if he had tainted it. “Don’t flatter yourself. I wasn’t referring to you. I was talking about Feyre and Rhys, in case you thought otherwise.”

“Oh, I didn’t,” he promised. “Honestly, I didn’t think you were talking about anyone. Just some fluffy shit that sounded sweet. Unless it’s that guy that showed up at the restaurant and ruined our date. Oh, wait,” he began, tapping his chin as if in deep thought, “You dumped him though, right? Poor bastard.”

“You’re a prick,” Nesta bit out. She refrained from saying that Tomas hadn’t ruined their date. It was sad that seeing her ex was one the bright points of her night, rather than seeing the Greek god standing before her. The pretentious, cocky asshole of a Greek god.

He only grinned. “But am I a liar?”

Nesta’s jaw locked. She eyed his tux. “I’m just glad you decided to clean up for your own brother’s wedding. No jeans?”

He scoffed. “Is that the worst you’ve got?”

“Do you prefer me to give you my worst?” she asked, brows furrowing. “If so, you may want to be careful what you wish for.”

Cassian said nothing, just lifted the beer she hadn’t noticed in his hands to his lips.

Nesta rolled her eyes, brushing past him, and made a move to head back into the reception.

His voice called out behind her, “You don’t have to be such a miserable bitch, you know?”

She froze, looking back at him. He was no longer smirking at her. Instead, his eyes were intense. “Excuse you?”

“You’re so miserable that you won’t allow anyone else to have any fun, won’t allow yourself to either,” he said, still leaning against that damn wall. He crossed his arms over his muscular chest, his dress shirt tight and loose in all the right places. “You want everyone else to suffer, just because you’re forcing yourself to, for whatever reason.”

“You don’t know a damn thing about me,” she bit out, stalking back over to him. She was so close she had to look up into his face.

“I don’t,” he said, words clipped. “I tried, but you didn’t seem very inclined to let me get to know you during our date. You were more concerned with my attire and your ex than you were with me. You thought all I wanted to do was fuck you.” His eyes, still glassy and glazed, dragged down her body and back up again. “Besides, you’ve got that damn stick shoved so far up your ass, there wouldn’t have been room for my cock even if I’d really even tried.”

A blink was Nesta’s only reaction. Then her hand was moving of its own accord, splashing her full glass of wine directly in his face and all over that pretty, white shirt.

“Go fuck yourself,” was all she’d said before she walked back into the ceremony, leaving him there to drip on the venue’s fancy carpet.

“Nesta!”

She blinked, Feyre’s voice drawing Nesta out of her memories, looking over at her sister. She stood next to Rhys and Elain, who had her camera in her hands, and Cassian stood behind Nyx’s high chair.

“I want a picture of him with his godparents, come here,” she beamed and Nesta tried not to cringe.

She had been so proud, her heart feeling like it would burst when Feyre and Rhys had asked her to be Nyx’s godmother. There was no hesitation when she said yes, tears lining her eyes as she’d hugged both her sister and brother-in-law.

She tried not to think about the fact that when they’d told her Cassian was his godfather, she nearly asked them to give the distinction to Elain.

But she hadn’t, wouldn’t. Despite what others, especially Cassian, thought of her… Nesta loved her nephew.

She loved her family.

With a sigh, Nesta meandered over to Nyx’s high chair. “Alright.”

“Closer,” Feyre ordered, gesturing Nesta to move in closer beside Cassian behind the high chair.

Nesta’s lips pursed but she took another step toward the boys for her sister’s sake.

“I’m not poisonous, Nesta,” Cassian muttered, smiling at the camera as he spoke. “You won’t burst into flames if we brush arms.”

“You’d be so lucky to brush arms with me,” she muttered back, hoping the smile she was giving her sister was convincing - and knowing full well that it wasn’t.

Without another word, Cassian tossed his arm around Nesta and said, “Cheeeeese!”

Nyx was giggling, looking up at his godparents behind him. There was so much joy and adoration in those big, beautiful eyes that Nesta didn’t have the heart to storm off, leaving Cassian in her dust, no matter how much she wanted to.

The camera’s flash went off and Nesta pushed Cassian’s arm off her shoulder.

The rest of the party was perfect. Feyre took Nyx up to the bathroom to clean him off, while Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian hauled his many gifts out into the living room. Feyre opened them one by one, despite everyone knowing Nyx had no clue what was going on, though he did clap his chubby little hands and giggle at a few particular items. Nesta stood off to the side with Elain, holding a milk-drunk, sleepy Seph in her arms.

Azriel and Elain’s little girl had been a surprise, neither of them planning on Elain getting pregnant so soon after they got married. They both fell into the role of parents so seamlessly though, that Nesta knew another baby would be in their near future. They adored the baby girl, and she was the most perfect baby Nesta had ever seen.

Persephone hardly cried, only doing so when she was hungry or needed to be changed, and once whatever wrong was taken care of, she became a happy, smiley baby again.

Nyx, on the other hand, had been a hellion as a baby.

Which was to be expected, considering who his father was. Although responsible when necessary, Rhysand was just as much of a madman as Cassian...especially when infused with alcohol.

“You look good with a baby,” Elain crooned from beside her sister.

Nesta rolled her eyes. “You can keep trying to push me down the marriage-baby road, but I just won’t take it. Wasting your time.”

Elain sighed, dramatically, with that little grin remaining on her soft pink lips. “As long as you stay such a good auntie, I suppose I can’t complain.”

Nesta looked down at the sweet, sleeping infant in her arms. She didn’t mind those little snuggles.

She did mind the diaper blowouts, constant spit-ups, and loud crying, though. That’s usually when she gave Seph back to her parents and blissfully enjoyed her independent life.

Feyre gasped and Nesta looked up. She was holding a little guitar that had Nyx’s name and the night sky engraved into the dark-stained wood.

Nesta’s eyes snapped to Cassian.

Cassian smiled, fondly, at Feyre. “I know he won’t be able to start messing with it for another few years, but I couldn't help myself.”

“He made that himself, you know.” Nesta’s eyes shot to Elain, who was watching the scene before them. She whispered again, “He doesn’t do it for a living, of course, but it’s a hobby of his, making guitars. He’s really good.”

She blinked, the information catching her off guard for whatever reason. But all she said was, “That’s nice.”

She spent the rest of the afternoon, ignoring the man as much as she could, as she always did. But as the guests began to dwindle, as Nyx and Seph went down for their naps, the three sisters gathered in the living room, while Rhys, Azriel, and Cassian went out back to inspect the small jungle gym Rhys was building for Nyx. Again, he was too young to use most of it, but the tiny swing and slide would be hours of fun for the little man.

Feyre brought two cups of coffee out to her sisters before collapsing next to Elain on the couch. “That could not have gone better if we tried.”

Nesta leveled her a look and raised an eyebrow.. “If we tried? You had a minute-by-minute itinerary for a one-year-old’s birthday.”

“Everything was perfect,” Elain smiled, cutting off Nesta, blowing on her coffee gently. “Nyx had a good time, neither he nor Seph had a blow-up, Cassian and Nesta managed to be in the same room without stabbing each other. All in all, a good day.”

Nesta rolled her eyes before throwing a vulgar gesture towards her sisters, who were both laughing.

“Fine, new subject,” Feyre grinned. “Oh! Before I forget, Rhys and I are going out of town for our anniversary in a few weeks. I was hoping you could watch Nyx for a few days.”

It took Nesta a moment to realize that Feyre was talking to her. She froze, having been blowing on her own hot coffee. “I’m sorry, what?”

Feyre laughed, quietly. “I was hoping that you could watch Nyx while Rhys and I go away for a long weekend. We’re going to the mountains for our anniversary. To his family’s cabin.”

“Oh, that sounds nice,” Elain said, looking at Nesta.

Who blinked, having only unfrozen to set her coffee down on the table between them. “You want me…to watch Nyx…for the weekend? Alone? By myself? Just me and him?”

“That’s what I was hoping for, yeah,” Feyre said, nodding as she sipped from her cup. “You can come here, where all of his stuff is in one place, and make yourself at home.” She shrugged. “I’ll leave money for takeout and the key to the wine cabinet.”

Nesta hesitated. “I’ve only babysat Nyx a couple of times…all for, like, an hour each.”

“It will be fine,” she said, a genuine smile on her face. “It will only be three nights, really. We’ll leave after work on Thursday and be home Sunday evening.”

Nesta stammered and shook her head. “I have to work on Friday, the restaurant-.”

“I’ll keep him during the day on Friday,” Elain offered. “I don’t have any shoots that day, so he can spend the day with me and Seph.”

“You could keep him the whole weekend,” Nesta tried, looking at her younger sister hopefully.

“Seph is enough of a handful,” she chuckled, glancing at Feyre, who was nodding as well. “I don’t think I can handle two at once for an entire weekend.”

“Please, Nes,” Feyre said, drawing her eldest sister’s eyes to her. “I know you can do it and it would be nice for you to spend some time together, just you two.”

“And you can call me, if you need anything,” Elain added.

Nesta looked from Feyre to Elain. “You two already planned this.” They at least had the wherewithal to look guilty. She sighed, closing her eyes and shaking her head. “Fine. But I’ll probably end up calling both of you every thirty seconds.”

“I can work with that,” Feyre said, just as Elain said, “Then it’s settled!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Nesta snorted, shaking her head. “But, I hope you know that I wouldn’t do this for anybody else.”

“Oh, I know,” Feyre grinned, “which is what makes you such a wonderful, wonderful big sister.”

“I am pretty damn wonderful,” Nesta agreed, grinning as she sipped from her mug.

As she drank, she peeked out the window, where the boys were putting together the playset. Once she did, only one thing caught her eye.

Cassian was already watching her.

And when he caught her gaze, that stupid little, cocky-ass grin appeared.

She hated that grin, hated it with every ounce of her being.

And she wouldn’t feel bad for it, no matter how much her sisters adored the guy.

She hated him, hated Cassian Nazari.

And she always would.

#life as we know it #snacmc lawki #shara #snacmc #nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf

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myriadimagines · 4 years ago

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Chips and Orange Soda

Brooklyn Nine-Nine One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Jake Peralta

Other Characters: Raymond Holt, Rosa Diaz

Warnings: theft

Summary: When a series of bodegas are robbed, Holt assigns Jake and Rosa on the case. You, a cashier, become a suspect, but Jake has a gut feeling that you’re not a suspect at all. In fact, he thinks you’re the key to solving the case.

Part Two: Chips and Orange Soda (part ii)

Word Count: 2,697

A/N: my submission for @locke-writes‘ writing challenge! i know everyone wanted me to post the whole fic at once but then it ended up being 5k+ words i made the executive decision that it was probably best for everyones sanity to split it up into 2 parts. think of it as a commercial break in the episode <3 i’m gonna disclaimer this by saying that i’m not a cop or in law enforcement. idk how this shit works. i tried my best but this isn’t legally accurate. anyway! based on the prompt: “You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

reblog/feedback/comments are very much appreciated!!!

“Not late! I’m not late!” Jake announces, rushing into the briefing room with his bag still slung over his shoulder. He ignores the eye rolls from Amy and Terry, and plops down in the seat Charles has saved for him. He leans back, dumping his bag on the floor as he tries to catch his breath, before noticing Holt’s disapproving stare. “I’m not! Look, I’m right on time!”

Jake points over at the clock hanging on the wall, and Holt glances over his shoulder before turning back to Jake. “You’re fifteen minutes late, Peralta. That clock broke down two days ago.”

Jake takes a proper look at the clock, which, sure enough, is frozen at three minutes past two o’clock.

“Okay, well…” Jake cringes. “I had a flat tire?”

“As I was saying,” Holt ignores Jake’s excuse, reorganizing the case files on the podium as the squad quickly focuses. Pulling up a few pictures on the television, Holt curtly explains, “Two bodegas were robbed last night, and we suspect it may be the same person, or group or people, who robbed the three bodegas last week. Thankfully, no one was injured, but we need to crack down on this case before it happens again.”

The squad nods in agreement, and Amy taps her pen against the desk as she takes notes. Gesturing towards Rosa, Holt asks, “Diaz, you were investigating last week’s robberies. Where are you in solving the case?”

“Nowhere, sir.” Rosa begrudgingly admits, folding her arms across her chest as she shakes her head. “Forensics dusted the place for prints but found nothing, and the security footage was crap. Couldn’t pull any good images because it was so old. All I know is that it looks like at least two individuals are involved.”

Holt slowly nods, pressing his lips together as he deliberates this. Pointing at Jake, he orders, “Conduct some interviews around the block, see if anyone saw anything. Perhaps you’ll have more luck this time. And take Peralta with you, you’ll be able to cover more ground. Everyone, you’re dismissed.”

Jake looks over his shoulder to exchange a nod with Rosa before everyone gets to their feet. Holt closes up his file, and quickly stops Jake before he can leave the room, “Oh, and Jake?”

Jake pauses in the doorway. “Yes, sir?”

“While you’re out, you can get some new batteries for the clock.” Holt points back at the defunct clock. Raising an eyebrow, Holt continues, “So next time, you can actually take a look at how late you are.”

Beside him, Amy can’t help but snort at Jake’s expense, and he resists the urge to roll his eyes.

—

Jake jogs over to the bodega, a cup of coffee in hand from the nearby food cart. He ducks under the police tape bordering the store, and he gingerly steps around the shattered glass scattered on the pavement. He can already see Rosa inside, taking off her sunglasses and hooking them on the collar of her shirt, and he can see that the forensics team have already marked up the scene. Rosa looks up as Jake approaches, and she informs him, “This one’s different from the others; they actually broke in instead of picking the lock. Otherwise, they took all the cash, and it doesn’t look like anything from the inventory was taken.”

“Which is kinda weird, considering this place has pretty cool chip flavors and orange soda.” Jake points to a nearby shelf, and Rosa shoots him a look. Shrugging, Jake looks at the rest of the shelves and the fridge as he mumbles to himself, “I’m just saying.”

“Security footage from this whole week is missing too.” Rosa continues. She groans, shaking her head as she takes another glance around the scene. “I don’t know how we’re going to get anywhere with this.”

The two of them make their way back outside, where a small crowd is now lingering outside the store, curiously trying to peek inside as the cops try to corral everyone. Pointing at them, Rosa suggests, “Maybe we can find a witness.”

Jake follows her gaze, quickly sweeping over the individuals before his gaze lands on you. Your eyes momentarily meet, but you quickly look away and turn your attention back to the smashed glass. You’re cute, Jake thinks to himself with a grin, all bundled up in a denim jacket that, and when you turn to look at something over your shoulder, he can’t help but notice has a cool design of some planets stitched on the back. Rolling back his shoulders, Jake holds out his cup of coffee, and he says, “Allow me to handle this, Rosa,”

Rosa rolls her eyes at the annoyingly confident tone Jake quickly adopts, and pointedly refuses to hold Jake’s coffee for him.

“Alright then,” Jake awkwardly takes his coffee back, and he gulps down the rest, fanning his tongue as it burns his mouth. Tossing it aside into a nearby trash can, Jake quickly composes himself, readjusting his jacket before approaching you. He offers you his hand, and you hesitate before shaking it, and Jake introduces, “Hey, I’m Detective Peralta. Cool jacket, by the way.”

“y/n.” you introduce yourself with a small smile, shaking his hand before you pull away to self consciously tug at the sleeves of your jacket. “And thanks. My friend made it for me as a birthday gift.”

“Nice,” Jake grins at you, before gesturing over his shoulder. “You come here often? It’s a pretty awesome bodega.”

“Uh, well, I work here.” you slowly respond, and you can see something in Jake’s expression falter as his cheeks get red. You bite back a smile as you continue, “So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Cool, cool, cool, cool,” Jake nods, fumbling to come up with a response. His palms suddenly feel sweaty, and he scrambles to think of his next question.

“I’ll let our owner know, by the way.” you pipe up, and Jake blinks at you. Nervously chuckling, you add, “That you think the bodega is awesome. He’ll appreciate it.”

“Oh!” Jake laughs, and you can’t help but smile. Gesturing to the store, Jake continues, “I’ve gotta say, your snack selection is the best I’ve ever seen. I mean, you’ve got every flavor of everything in there! Also, any place that carries orange soda is automatically awesome in my book.”

“Well of course,” you respond with a smile. “It’s the best flavor!”

“Right?!” Jake perks up, and the both of you dissolve into laughter before Jake looks over his shoulder and notices Rosa glaring at him. Quickly clamming up, Jake attempts to focus himself, and his eyes widen as he remembers the fact that you work here. “Are you the cashier or something?”

“Yep.” you nod, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your jacket. “I just worked yesterday, too. I can’t believe someone robbed it last night.”

“What time were you here until?” Jake asks.

“The shop closes around midnight, and I was the one who locked up.” you answer, shifting your weight from one foot to another. Jake can’t help but notice as you momentarily break his gaze, and you glance at the store before back at him. “Usually our owner, Gabriel, closes up, but he’s been sick this past week, so I’ve been helping out.”

“Got it,” Jake nods, mentally taking note of all this information. The both of you look up as Rosa joins in on the conversation, and Jake continues, “And I’m assuming you didn’t see any sign of suspicious activity before you left?”

You shake your head, uneasily glancing over at Rosa as she looks at you. “Sorry, Detective.”

“No, you’ve actually been super helpful.” Jake reassures you, and he offers you a friendly smile that puts you at ease. You relax, and Jake continues, “It helps us roughly estimate when the crime took place. Do you know anything about your security footage, by the way? This is my partner, Detective Diaz, and she noticed the footage was somehow erased.”

Something in your expression shifts, and Jake can’t quite read the look on your face. Rosa narrows her eyes at you, and after a pause, you respond, “I think our cameras have been down.”

Jake and Rosa exchange an uncertain glance, and you can feel your stomach twisting into knots as you know they don’t look convinced. The atmosphere becomes intense, especially as you feel yourself under Rosa’s stern gaze, and Jake quickly tries to lighten the mood as he tells you, “I think that’s it. Thanks for answering our questions, y/n.”

You nod, and Jake’s eyebrows furrow as your gaze lingers on him, your lips moving as if you want to tell him more. But you stop yourself, taking in a deep breath, before responding, “If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.”

You turn on your heel, and Jake watches as you head down the block. He looks over to see Rosa studying you, before she shakes her head. “I don’t like it, Jake. They seemed suspicious to me.”

“They were just nervous.” Jake finds himself defending you. “And probably a little frazzled, too. They were the last one in the shop, if they had stayed any longer, they could’ve been in danger.”

“Or they could have something to do with the crime.” Rosa counteracts, and Jake lets out a sigh. Leaning towards him, Rosa continues, “I know we don’t have solid evidence, but I just have a feeling something’s up, Jake. Plus, it doesn’t help that you were flirting.”

Jake gapes at her. “I was not flirting!”

“Look, we need to solve this before Holt gets on my case about it.” Rosa insists. Jake lets out a sigh, before glancing down the direction you walked, and he can just barely see your figure heading into the subway station.

“I’ll be right back.” Jake tells her, and before Rosa can stop him, he jogs after you. By the time he’s entered the station, he’s terribly out of breath, and he manages to catch you before you enter through the turnstile. “y/n!”

You look up upon hearing your name and you pause as Jake stops in front of you. He bends over, trying to catch his breath, and you patiently wait for him. Through heavy breaths, Jake manages to puff out, “Yeah, sorry, super unfit. The chips and the orange soda clearly don’t help.”

Jake tries his best not to cringe at what he feels like is the lamest joke he’s ever made, but to his surprise, you laugh. A genuine laugh, not a cruel, teasing one, but one with a wide smile that makes Jake feel like he’s on top of the world. Tilting your head, you manage to say in between chuckles, “You’re pretty funny, Detective.”

“Call me Jake.” Jake insists, finally regaining his breath, and you grin at him. “Hey, any chance I could get your number? For professional reasons of course, in case we need to contact you again. Or I could just give you my number if you feel better doing it that way.”

You seem hesitant, but you nod. He fumbles through his pocket, pulling out an old receipt and a pen that barely has enough ink in it, and you scribble out your number before handing it back to him, “I work every day but Tuesdays, too, so you’ll be able to catch me at work if you need me.”

“Got it.” Jake nods, tucking the receipt into his pocket. “Thanks for your help, y/n.”

The expression that Jake can’t decipher crosses your face again, a look of pensiveness, of hesitation. But you shake it off, quickly plastering on a smile, and you nod, “Have a good day, Jake. And… good luck.”

—

Jake and Rosa sit in the break room, a laptop open between them as they flip through countless CCTV videos from the blocks nearby the bodega. Rosa becomes increasingly aggressive with the keyboard with each video she clicks through, and Jake impatiently shakes his head. He groans, rubbing his fingers up against his temple as he complains, “This is killing me. If I have to look at one more minute of another grainy video, I’m going to lose it.”

Rosa rolls her eyes, leaning back in her chair as she folds her arms across her chest. She kicks Jake’s chair with her boot, and she points out, “This is all we have, Jake.”

Jake sighs, but nods. Rosa had interviewed some people in the neighboring apartments, some of which reported hearing smashed glass around three in the morning, but hadn’t called it in on the assumption it was a clumsy accident from a downstairs neighbor. It at least gave them a time of the crime, but as Rosa unfortunately pointed out, it didn’t give them much else. The CCTV didn’t seem to pick up on anything interesting, no speeding cars, and a brief moment of footage that might’ve captured the suspects only showed their retreating backs. The forensics team had also swept over all the evidence from the bodega, but had yet to find anything incriminating, not even a single fingerprint which could help lead the investigation somewhere.

“These guys clearly know what they were doing.” Rosa grumbles, jabbing her finger into the screen. “They know to avoid all the camera spots.”

“I hate smart criminals. Why can’t they all be dumb and just make it easier for us?” Jake whines, and Rosa rolls her eyes.

“Have you talked to y/n lately?” Rosa asks, and Jake shakes his head, hoping Rosa doesn’t notice the faint blush that lights up his cheeks at the mere mention of your name.

“No, Rosa, who do you think I am? That’s way too forward.” Jake scoffs, before his expression turns serious. It’s been a little over a week since your interaction, and he looks at Rosa before continuing, “Unless you don’t think it’s too forward. Should I text them?”

Rosa resists the urge to punch Jake’s arm, and she deadpans, “Talked to them about the case, Jake, not for a date.”

“Right.” Jake nods, clearly flustered, and Rosa rolls her eyes again. Wiping his slightly sweaty palms on his jeans, Jake corrects himself, “No, I haven’t talked to y/n.”

Rosa leans her elbows forward on the desk. “I think we should call them in again. You know, see if there’s anything we can get out of them. Kind it seems like they’re the only lead we have.”

“You don’t still suspect them, do you?” Jake asks, eyebrows furrowing, and he lets out a sigh as Rosa shrugs. Shaking his head, Jake insists, “I really don’t think it’s them, Rosa.”

“Jake…” Rosa starts, shooting him a look, and Jake quickly waves his hand, brushing her off as he already knows what’s coming next.

“Alright, I’ll reach out to them, see if there’s anything more they can tell us.” Jake reluctantly says, and Rosa nods. Pointing back at the computer, Jake asks, “Does this mean I can stop watching these boring videos?”

“Fine.” Rosa grumbles, angling the laptop towards herself as Jake grins. He grabs his jacket hanging off the back of his chair, and he sneaks one last glance at the grainy video before darting out the room. He pauses, his eyes narrowing, and he points at the screen.

“Wait, what’s that?” Jake points at the corner of the video, where a figure rushes down the street. Rosa squints, and she pauses the video for Jake to get a better look. His eyes widen, and his expression pales slightly, and he asks, “What time was this footage from?”

“Five in the morning.” Rosa replies, checking the timestamp. Looking up at Jake, she asks, “Why? What is it?”

“Nothing.” Jake hurriedly remarks, and Rosa frowns. Before she can demand an answer from Jake, he’s already rushed out of the break room, swiftly exiting the bullpen as he dodges Terry on his way out.

It’s not nothing, but Jake knows he can’t tell Rosa that. Not when the figure in the video was wearing a distinctive denim jacket with planets stitched on the back.

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