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synonymroll648 · 11 months ago

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WHERES MY BOY DRAWINGS AND BUTLER HEADCANONS *holds you at butler point* /j /not forcing /this this supposed to be silly /im not forcing you /im not an assholeplease

thanks for clarifying the tone on this one, because otherwise i wouldn’t have read this right. took my time cooking these up because i care about The Boy (for those who don’t know: an oc this person made that’s a stray cat fitz adopted). closeups (all right side up) and headcanons under the cut :)

headcanons that are indeed related to the drawings here, and then some! (disclaimer that i’ve never had a service cat before, but i have had a service dog, so there may be some major inaccuracies here, in which case please correct me for future reference)

butler may have been a scrawny stray when fitz first got him, but since he only eats things fitz bakes and fitz bakes all the time from stress, he’s a bit of a Thick Boy. and we love him for that

fitz learned how to bake cat treats through definitely legal searches for cat treat recipes, and help from the gnomes and sophie (she’s the only one that knows which gnomish veggies taste like what meats) substitutes for fish and stuff

they’re human/elvin grade treats ofc

butler is a pretty good name for not only his appearance but also his personality most of the time! butler loves fetching things for people, especially fitz. usually he gives people either things he loves or things he notices them pick up frequently

this includes fitz’s imparter (which now has bite marks around the corners), biana’s hairbrush, alden’s scrolls on occasion (fitz apologized profusely the first time it happened, alden just laughed it off. he now calls butler’s bite marks in his doomed papers “autographs”), and della’s jewelry (there was one time he accidentally got her earrings stuck to the magnets in his service vest - we’ll get back to that later - and kinda just jingled around everglen trying to find her. the gnomes found him first and couldn’t stop laughing. the rest is history)

butler is also known to sleep on any and all clothes fitz leaves folded out, and also try to drag said folded clothes to fitz on school mornings in an attempt to help out. it is not very successful. fitz has three lint rollers in his foxfire satchel, and two in whatever everyday cape he’s wearing. he’s recently started having the gnomes teach him how to mend the accidental tears butler’s attempts to be helpful leave

one time butler almost broke a bottle of raven lovelylocks by trying to jump down from fitz’s bathroom counter with the bottle in his jaws. fitz opened the door to see him about to jump and frantically made his way over to butler so butler wouldn’t grip it tighter and break the glass. first line of action afterward was to hail dex and check if lovelylocks as a brand used chemicals harmful to cats. he now leaves all products in his (closed) bathroom cabinets

the first time butler tried to bring mr. snuggles to fitz, fitz almost had a breakdown, because it looked like his new cat was trying to rip apart his emotional support stuffed animal. in reality our little man only had his claws out because he was trying to pull the covers mr. snuggles was tucked under, and his teeth were at snuggles’ throat because that was the narrowest point of contact butler was could find. in the moment fitz panicked super hard, and didn’t let him anywhere near mr. snuggles for days. he figured out what was really going on when he saw butler drag biana’s stuffed yeti lady sassyfur to the door by the arm later that week and drop it at her feet

now that fitz knows what butler’s deal is, he’s allowed near mr. snuggles, and is often seen curled around the stuffed dragon. especially when fitz isn’t home and butler doesn’t get to go with him

butler is surprisingly trainable! he’s incredibly food motivated, but also can be trained on affection alone. he’s all good as long as he gets to be clingy. fitz pretends to grumble about the constant attention all the time, but not so secretly loves having an excuse to smother someone in physical affection. even if that someone is a cat. butler is refreshingly less complicated than his friends and family

butler knows soooooo many tricks. bro can roll over and sit and lay and fetch and “butler, cmon, drop it” and spin and go for walks and shoulder rides on command. he can stand on his back legs too. he’s not quite athletic enough for backflips, though. fitz is planning on getting him on a training regimen working toward that soon

butler is super duper talkative. will shush on command most of the time, but he has his rebellious moments. mostly when fitz goes in the kitchen or when he’s by the door. will yowl for treats or a walk without hesitation. polite yowls though. meows increasingly loudly when he can’t get into something and wants someone to open it for him. mostly doors. everyone knows to just pick him up and move him somewhere else if he wants help in the kitchen though. no unearned treats for you, sir!

butler has an absurd amount of collars and leashes and toys because fitz is so the kind of guy to get gifts for his cat all the time. all his collars and leashes match - the one he’s wearing in the sketches is his plainest one, and also his first one. his name’s usually engraved on a heart but sometimes a star or paw. butler’s favorite toys are the feathers on strings that you tug around with a stick. he will get that thing if it fucking kills him or someone else. it’s fetch for diehards and goddamnit he will win (he’s just like fitz fr fr)

butler loves walks but doesn’t know his limits. one second he’ll be prancing along and the next he’s flopped out in the grass somewhere on everglen’s property giving a very sad, tired meow. that is when fitz picks him up, puts him over his shoulder, and goes back inside

butler gets on fitz’s shoulders at nearly every opportunity. this unfortunately has ruined a decent amount of capes, and left a lot of scratch marks along fitz’s back and right leg (there was one time butler used fitz’s bad leg and fitz nearly collapsed, and butler has since been trained to not touch fitz’s left knee). fitz loves the feeling of having a purring scarf that gives his cheek kisses too much to mind

speaking of purring! bro purrs so loud you can hear him across the room. that shit rumbles through your whole body. his favorite spot is fitz’s chest. sometimes he’ll need fitz’s chest before settling down, to which fitz calls him his little baker butler baking biscuits. most commonly occurs when fitz is stress-baking in the middle of the night, though that happens less with butler around

during a check-in with elwin, elwin noticed that fitz’s echoes (especially in his chest) seemed to be doing a lot better since he and butler had gotten into their little rhythm of things. he decided to have a check in at everglen next time so he could look at how fitz’s body reacted to butler purring on his chest and such in the face of his echoes acting up slightly, and found that his echoes’ effects were tamped down compared to usual

elwin was immediately like hey dude considering how easy this cat is to train, and how it’s helping you with your disabilities that you are not ready to call disabilities echoes, you should put him through service cat training. i know a guy. and so they did that

butler is quite serious when he’s got his vest on. goes from wandering goofy goober to steadfastly walking next to fitz, or politely meowing to get on fitz’s shoulders when it’s crowded or to get fitz’s attention when fitz is stressed out. he has a different number of polite meows for different requests. the last request is less of a request and more of a demand, though, since his job is to get fitz to relax. doesn’t meow otherwise

the moment the vest’s off he’s back to being super silly though. all the urges he was holding back to fetch things or beg for treats are let loose. behold, cat zoomie hell. unless fitz is just taking his vest off so butler is comfy falling asleep for the night, in which case butler is a nice quiet cuddle buddy

everyone loves butler but man does sophie love him possibly as much as fitz. part of it’s her being someone with major echoes, part of it’s her being his cognate, but the biggest part of it is that she misses marty ._.

oh yeah the magnets i mentioned earlier in his vest! that’s because i was too lazy to draw buckles i thought it’d be interesting for elvin service animal vests to use small magnets instead of buckles, considering how elves like to use magnets when it’s more convenient. specifically referring to the deleted scene where fitz explained how elvin rings are magnetic and no one gets piercings

#ask #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #fitz vacker #butler kotlc #kotlc oc #<- not mine though!#kotlc headcanons #kotlc fanart #fitz and his wet cat my beloved. usually don’t like ocs but. fitz and his service cat got to me #thesfromhms

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timeless-fanfic · 9 months ago

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Fishing Lessons Gone Wrong

Word Count: 1266

Andrew x Reader

Note #1: This is prompt #3 from the Andrew request with four prompts!

Note #2: I have only ever gone fishing with a pole (never a net) so I used what I knew. I apologize for the very blatant inaccuracies.

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow across the lake. It was the kind of day that made everything seem more vibrant—the blue of the water, the lush green of the trees, and the cloudless sky overhead. The gentle breeze created ripples across the lake’s surface, and the soft sounds of nature provided the perfect backdrop for a relaxing afternoon.

At least, that’s what Andrew had said.

You, on the other hand, were feeling less than confident about the whole fishing thing. Sure, it seemed simple enough when Andrew explained it—throw the line in, wait for a bite, and then reel in the fish—but you had your doubts. The whole process seemed a bit more complicated, especially when Andrew got into the specifics about bait, technique, and patience.

“So, it’s really not that difficult,” Andrew assured you with a bright smile as he handed you a fishing rod. His enthusiasm was contagious, but you couldn’t help but feel a little skeptical as you stared at the rod, trying to make sense of all the parts.

“Uh-huh,” you replied, narrowing your eyes at the hooks. “Are you sure about that? Because it looks like I could seriously injure myself with this.”

Andrew chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “You’ll be fine, (Y/N). I’ll guide you through it step by step. It’s not as hard as it seems, I promise.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You say that now, but I have a feeling this is going to end badly.”

He grinned. “Just trust me. I’ve been doing this my whole life.”

“Well, I’ve never fished before in my life,” you admitted, holding the rod awkwardly as if it might bite you. “But I trust you.”

Andrew’s smile softened at your words, his expression turning warm. “I won’t let you fall in,” he said teasingly, though there was a gentle sincerity behind his words that made your heart skip a beat. “Now, let’s get started.”

With Andrew’s patient guidance, you followed his instructions as best you could. He showed you how to bait the hook and cast the line out into the lake, all while explaining the finer points of fishing technique in great detail. You listened intently, though it wasn’t long before you found yourself getting distracted by the sound of his voice and the way his hands brushed yours as he helped you position the rod correctly.

“There you go,” he said, standing behind you as he guided your hands on the rod. “Now we just wait.”

You exhaled, trying to steady your hands. “Okay, waiting I can do. I’m good at waiting.”

Andrew laughed softly, standing close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. His presence was comforting, even though you were still unsure about the whole fishing thing. The two of you stood in silence for a while, the only sounds being the gentle lapping of the water and the occasional call of a bird overhead.

“You know,” Andrew said after a moment, breaking the quiet, “you’re doing great for your first time. Most people have trouble casting their line at all.”

You smiled, glancing over at him. “That’s because you’re a good teacher.”

“I try,” he replied, his eyes twinkling.

But just as you were starting to feel more confident, something tugged at the end of the line. Your eyes widened in surprise, and you instinctively yanked the rod back harder than you probably should have.

“Whoa, whoa—easy!” Andrew called, stepping closer to help. But it was too late. The force of your pull had unbalanced you, and before you could react, you felt yourself stumbling forward.

With a yelp, you lost your footing completely, the fishing rod flying from your hands as you toppled forward. For a split second, you thought you might recover, but the slick rocks at the edge of the lake had other plans. In a matter of seconds, you were flailing—and falling straight into the water with a splash.

The cold hit you immediately as the lake swallowed you up, your gasp for air drowned out by the sudden rush of water. For a moment, all you could do was flounder, trying to regain your bearings as the water soaked through your clothes.

“(Y/N)!” Andrew’s panicked voice called from the shore. He rushed forward, but in his haste to help, he too lost his footing, slipping on the same slick rocks that had sent you into the water. With a loud splash, Andrew tumbled in right after you.

You sputtered, pushing your soaked hair out of your face as you struggled to stay afloat. “Andrew!”

He surfaced beside you, gasping for air and shaking his head to clear the water from his eyes. “I’m fine, I’m fine!” he called, though the sheepish grin on his face betrayed the fact that he was just as unprepared for this as you were.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing, the absurdity of the situation hitting you all at once. Here you were, soaked to the bone in the middle of a fishing lesson gone horribly wrong, with Andrew beside you, looking equally as drenched and disheveled.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t let me fall in!” you teased, splashing water at him playfully.

Andrew laughed, his eyes sparkling despite the mishap. “In my defense, I didn’t plan on joining you in the water!”

“Well, now we’re both in the water,” you said, still giggling as you treaded water. “What do we do now, oh wise fisherman?”

Andrew smirked, shaking his head in amusement. “We swim back to shore, that’s what.”

With a grin, you followed his lead, swimming the short distance back to the shore. The water wasn’t deep, so it didn’t take long for you to wade back to where you could stand. The two of you climbed out of the lake, dripping wet and still laughing at your misfortune.

Andrew raked his fingers through his soaked hair, his clothes clinging to him as he glanced over at you with a lopsided grin. “Well… that didn’t exactly go as planned.”

You snorted. “That’s an understatement.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he bent down to pick up the discarded fishing rod from where it had fallen. “Okay, maybe I’m not as great a teacher as I thought.”

“I think you’re a great teacher,” you said, smiling warmly at him. “It’s not your fault I panicked.”

Andrew’s expression softened, and he stepped closer, his gaze locking with yours. Despite being soaked and covered in mud, he still managed to look effortlessly charming. “I guess next time I’ll just have to hold on tighter,” he said softly, his voice teasing but with a hint of something more.

Your heart fluttered at his words, your smile widening. “Next time, huh? So you’re not giving up on me yet?”

“Not a chance,” he replied, his eyes crinkling with warmth. “But maybe we should leave the fishing lessons for another day.”

You nodded in agreement, stepping closer to him. “Good idea. Maybe next time, we’ll stay dry.”

Andrew grinned, his eyes flicking to your lips for just a brief moment before meeting your gaze again. “Maybe.”

And though you were both soaked, standing by the edge of the lake with water dripping from your clothes, the moment felt perfect. As the laughter died down and the warmth between you grew, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the comically disastrous fishing lesson.

Because, despite the chaos, it had brought you even closer to Andrew.

#the chosen fanfiction #the chosen x reader #andrew x reader

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napoleondidthat · 2 years ago

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I Went, I Saw, I’m Back….

Today was Napoleon movie day and I lived to come back and report.

You know how you go into a movie with super high expectations when you have heard it’s the best thing ever, then inevitably find it less than you expected? The reverse happened a bit for me, everyone had hated this so my expectations were low, and though the movie is problematic, because everyone I read was losing their minds, it wasn’t that bad.

That is not to say it was good.

So for me it’s a mixed bag of stuff. Things I liked and and things I did not.

The main problem with the movie is that it tries to fit everything in it and therefore nothing works because everything is trying to be in there. Since they try to cover everything, nothing is covered and everything suffers, including the flow of the movie. It’s one of the movies that I felt like I could see what they were trying to do, and maybe it would have worked if they didn’t slam everything in there.

So this is going to be a bit scattered because my thoughts are scattered. And warning: spoilers will be discussed.

I wish they would have just skipped the French Revolution altogether and assumed the audience had a working knowledge of it. Shoehorning it in didn’t work. We have a brief scene of Marie Antoinette running the halls with her children trying to escape arrest to then a fade out of her execution. Yes, it’s all wrong, she is too defiant, her hair is too long, her dress is wrong. I get what they are going for here and a defiant Queen is probably a bit more dramatic than one who apologizes to her executioner for stepping his his shoes. Napoleon in the crowd, even though he wasn’t really there, works in the dramatic licensing department and his reaction was actually good.

Then we are whisked to Napoleon getting into a meeting with Barras, who acts as a sort of a narrator to the audience to catch them up on the state of things and Toulon. What I dislike in this film is that they introduce the characters by flashing their names and titles on screen. Ugh. I do not like this. Napoleon gives his plans on what he’d do with Toulon and Lucien (he’s been mistaken as Joseph in some reviews) acts as interpreter to Barras over what Napoleon just said (What my brother is saying….) .

There is a bit of time spent at Toulon with Napoleon walking around the place and even melting cannons for new cannons. The British are brutes who yell at him calling him a “shitbag” and yelling at the locals to move their “fucking goats!” . No, they really had wandering goats.

The battle is intense. Now, I know a lot of complaints have been filed due to battle inaccuracies and too few of them. This isn’t a problem for me. I am not a scholar on Napoleonic warfare. I am a wimp when it comes to blood and gore. I dislike seeing people blown up but even hate seeing horses blown up more. So one of the first casualties of Toulon is Napoleon’s beautiful white innocent horse. It takes a cannon ball to the chest and it’s graphic and it makes me want to do a cry. The horse falls and Napoleon is thrown but regains his composure to go fight with one on one with some a combatant until someone else decapitates the guy with a sword.

One battle down more to go.

Barras magically is on scene to literally crown Napoleon general with a sword like the Queen knights people. Napoleon wanders away to his poor dead horse and fished out the ball lodged in the chest and hands it off to I think Junot with instructions to give it to someone. I thought I heard “for mother” but that can’t be it….can it?

Now we are back to revolution stuff and Robespierre is being denounced. Why are we putting this in here? It’s too…whatever. He runs out of the chamber, tries to shoot himself when he can’t shoot the chamber and of course just ends up wounding himself in his jaw. Barras pops over to put his finger in the wound (ew sir) and tells him he missed and off to the guillotine for you “dear friend”.

Enter Josephine. She escapes her prison in her dramatic cloak where she is hugged by a nameless woman.

Enter Napoleon being instructed by Barras on the civilians uprising. There is a scene of Napoleon wandering through a crowd of citizens shouting long live the King. Napoleon places his cannon, the citizens line up and then boom! More bloodshed for everyone. People are mowed down, blood spray. The back crowd runs off and the camera pans to a woman trying to crawl away with her severed foot in the street. No horses dead thankfully.

Back to Josephine in her cloak walking empty Paris streets and looking at various overturned debris. Is she just walking the streets for days? Is she coming upon the whiff of grapeshot? We don’t know.

Napoleon is now wandering around a Survivor’s ball. The lighting is gorgeous in here. Josephine has ditched her cloak for a dress her boob might escape from at any moment. She’s sitting with Barras with her insane asylum haircut and red long gloves and red ribbon neck decoration. Napoleon looks bored. Later Napoleon is still wandering around and Josephine is hanging out gambling. She notices Napoleon starring at her and confronts him. Here we meet Josephine with her dramatic British accent and Napoleon’s awkward American one (but it strangely fits all the same). She asks why he was starting and there is some back and forth but no lines from the trailer with her “has the course of my life change Napoleon?” Instead Napoleon tells her not to tell him her name and she stares at him and wanders off to gamble some more I guess. What?

Next is the scene with a very small Eugene doing the probably made up Napoleon myth scene of “Can I have my father’s sword please sir?” Napoleon and Junot have been throwing shit at the wall before this for…reasons. Napoleon explains to Eugene that he can’t give back the sword because citizens can’t have weapons. The boy says it’s a rememberance of his dead father. Napoleon asks what he is doing there and the boy says his mother said that Napoleon could. Napoleon then goes to a room with loads of swords that were taken from the executed officers. Napoleon asks if anyone thought to put names to them but no, they did not. Napoleon grabs a random sword and heads to chez Beauharnais. There everyone seems to know him, including the help, and he gives the maybe sword back to Eugene. Everyone thanks him and Napoleon tells Josephine that he gives his compliments to the house chef. ???

Now Napoleon has random meetings with Josephine that I guess is supposed to be their abbreviated courtship. Josephine stares into her makeup mirror and wonders aloud to her maid (Lucille) if she looks in love. They have random conversations about how her husband was executed in front of his mistresses. How she tried to get pregnant in prison to save her life. Will any of this bother Napoleon? Napoleon answers “no, madam”. She flashes him her nether regions and Napoleon just stares. Awkward. Some old lady behind me in the theatre went “oh!”

Oh well then it’s time to get married.Josephine has the fastest growing hair in the history of the world. Last scene she was a mental patient, now her hair is shoulder length. They are giddy, well Napoleon is, at the register’s. They are sure to share Josephine’s real name but then announce that Napoleon was born in February. What? Didn’t he just change the year and not the month of his birth? But none of it matters since they never discuss their age difference anyway.

They have a dinner party where Josephine flirts with Hippolyte Charles with Napoleon glowering and then we cut to the sexy time scene where Napoleon and Josephine have sex doggy style! Oh God. Cringe. Napoleon talks of having a son. Napoleon is very broody in this movie.

Napoleon is now in Egypt. Italy is mentioned only in a letter voice over where he happily informs Josephine that he was victorious in Italy. He wonders why she isn’t writing. Insert scenes of a naked butt Charles romping in bed with Josephine. Napoleon and the mamalukes line up by the pyramids and Napoleon fires the cannons. They hit the pyramids and then he just wanders away. Is this the battle? Lol One mamaluke falls off his horse. No horse casualties.

If you ever felt that General Dumas never got his moments to shine, well he is in this movie. He’s not singled out, you just have to know it’s him. He accompanies Napoleon to see a mummy. Napoleon looks at the mummy and goes to touch it’s cheek and the mummy shifts away from his touch. Is this like some omen that like Josephine, even dead mummy’s don’t want Napoleon touching them? Lol

Junot later informs Napoleon while they eat that Josephine is unfaithful. Napoleon tells Junot that he gets no dessert and to leave, which he does. They later meet up again and Napoleon tells him he’s off to France.

Napoleon lands to fanfare in France and greets the crowd with smiles and waves. He gets in the coach, finds an English paper making fun of him and Josephine’s affairs. He waves at people out the window. He arrives home to No Josephine but dogs! There are a lot of dogs in this movie that is a win for me. He questions Lucille on her whereabouts, throws wine at her and tips a chair over. Josephine arrives to her luggage in the yard and she goes to the locked door and….next scene she is in tears and Napoleon is yelling. She is a “selfish little pig” and how could she do this…why didn’t she think of his feelings? Josephine says sorry and Napoleon makes her say she is nothing without him.

The scene cuts to the first of many scenes of Napoleon sitting awkwardly on the couches with their heads on the back cushions staring at each other. Lol. Can’t they sit normal? What are these two adults doing? Here Josephine makes Napoleon recite to her that he is a brute that is nothing without her and “your mother”. Oh boy, Napoleon is a mama’s boy too.

Napoleon has a meeting with those in charge which is a great scene of him telling all of them that they aren’t fit to run France. They accuse him of deserting his army in Egypt. He points out one by one why they can’t serve getting to one man and saying “though you can scowl very well!” He marches out saying that they have nerve questioning him when they have ruined France and he has found out his wife is a slut.

Napoleon has brunch with Sieyes and he invites him to a coup. Scenes follow of the various men being arrested or asked to step down. One man tries to escape by running up the stairs and then getting into a slap fest with two soldiers. Dumas arrests another man who says he can’t believe this he was just about to have a “scrumptious breakfast!” Dumas escorts him out leaving his hysterically crying wife saying “enjoy your breakfast”. Talleyrand tells Barras of his dismissal to which Barras says he will gladly go back to being a private citizen.

The coup is hysterical. But it was, wasn’t it? Napoleon gets manhandled and runs away falling down a flight of steps and barricading the door from the mob. He can barely stand up. Now I know some of this rubs scholars the wrong way but the coup was about as good as this. Napoleon was given a horse that he couldn’t control and was almost thrown off.

Now Napoleon is talking to Caulaincourt who talks to him about the czar. This scene actually works well. Napoleon walks around questioning and using his knife to hack away at the furniture.

Napoleon confronts an ambassador and screams at him. Here is where he shouts “you think you are so great because you have boats!”before stomping out. It is laughable but again, Napoleon was known to do this at times. He did kick one ambassador in the stomach once for no reason.

Talleyrand says hey why don’t you become Emperor. Napoleon laughs and pinches his ear.

Napoleon leads an older woman around. You guessed it! Mama is on scene. Napoleon walks her over to Josephine where Madame Mere says “This must be Josephine!” They nod at each other and then Madame Mere says “Is that Charles?” and wanders off to talk to Talleyrand. Who knew they were friends?

Napoleon still is broody. He walks in on Josephine dressing and acts like a horse, baying and stomping the ground. Josephine dismisses the maid and says “you nasty man” and more doggie style sex! She tells him her nether regions are his. Cringe.

Napoleon the next morning questions Josephine on why she isn’t pregnant. She makes excuses but says she has been busy cleaning up his messes. Napoleon whimpers again, crawls under the table and grabs her.

It’s coronation time baby! No lead up, just happens. Hippolyte Charles is there to give the evil eye to the imperial couple. Josephine looks at him as she walks by. Barras comes out of nowhere to get a prime seat up at the Dias. The pope is pretty enthusiastic proclaiming Napoleon emperor. The end.

Now Napoleon is watching David paint his portrait with a model as Talleyrand says he needs to divorce.

Now we are at Austerlitz. This is beautifully shot. There are lots of blood in the water and sadly dead horses. This doesn’t seem to be a lake they are falling into, but the ocean as they sink sink sink forever.

Now Napoleon is chatting up Emperor Francis.

Now there is a montage of happy Napoleon and Josephine moments. Napoleon plays with a dog while Josephine smiles. Napoleon and Josephine share a bath.

Now Napoleon and Josephine sit at a dinner party and Napoleon asks in front of everyone why isn’t she pregnant? Awkward. Josephine says there hasn’t been much love making in the place. Awkward. Napoleon’s mother is even like “ew”. Napoleon says that is a lie. There has been years and years! Josephine fires back that he is a fat fat fatty. Napoleon says that is true, he likes to eat, destiny brought him this lamb chop. Josephine throws food at him. Napoleon throws food at her. She throws more. WTF is going on here? No lie, an older man behind me in the theater whispered in this scene to his wife “he’s probably been putting it in the wrong hole. “

Madame Mere is the one and not Caroline to tell Napoleon she has rounded up a girl for him to see if he can get her pregnant. She says it’s time to know who is at fault. Napoleon and she drink brandy while Napoleon studies his feet. She says the girl, Elenore Denuelle, is waiting for him naked in the bed. Napoleon asks if he can have another brandy. He pauses at the door while mama shooes him in.

Next scene Madame Mere tells Napoleon the happy news of Elenore’s pregnancy.

Napoleon and Josephine have an awkward stare conversation sliding down on the couch.

Napoleon announces over dinner with Josephine the divorce. She tears up but then laughs. Napoleon leaves in a huff.

The divorce scene. Josephine has tears rolling down her cheeks. Napoleon sniffles and roughly wipes her face and his. He reads his statement. Barras is also somehow here too. Standing in the audience like a bad omen. Napoleon scolds Josephine to read her statement. She can’t get through it because she keeps laughing. I guess we are going for hysterical laughter but it plays wrong. And of course the history is that she cried so much she had to have the statement read by someone else. Here she gets slapped by Napoleon to her shock and everyone else’s but still laughs her way through it.

Josephine leaves in her carriage and lands at someplace that is Malmaison but is not Malmaison. She walks around gloomy. Napoleon visits her and puts his hat on her head. Tells her to cheer up.

Napoleon chats with the Czar and tries to marry his sister.

Napoleon is now meeting Marie Louise. Now the casting is all screwed up. Napoleon ages through the film but for some reason Josephine never does. Josephine is taller than Napoleon even though she was in reality shorter. Marie Louise is a black haired little thing when in reality she was taller than Napoleon.

Napoleon is given his son. He cries. He’s been wanting a kid for a long time, man. Napoleon takes the baby to Malmaison to visit Josephine who looks like for a second she might throw the baby over a Cliff.

Napoleon is off to Russia. Cossacks attack. Napoleon rips off little pieces of bread to his troops as they walk by. They fight at Borodino and Napoleon is leading a Calvary charge but what the hell? He’s wearing his Italian uniform. Since when did fat Napoleon get into his closest and grab up his ornate uniform? My guess is that this was meant to be Italy, they scrapped it for time and used this footage for Borodino thinking no one would notice.

Napoleon find Moscow abandoned including the Kremlin that has apparently been abandoned for decades as pigeons have taken over the place and have shit all over the czar’s nice throne. Napoleon fits so he sits. Birds continue to shit on it. I think this is supposed to be some poetic metaphor.

Napoleon wakes up flames. He comes out and asks who did this. Luckily the marshals are all there waiting and inform him. He wants to march to Petersburg. They tell him no because of winter. Napoleon puts his hands over his ears and then screams into his hat. Chill man.

Napoleon marches back in snow. Dead people. Men eating horses. Not the horses!!

Oh Napoleon is abdicating. That’s quick. Surprisingly Barras is missing from the audience.

Napoleon lands on Elba and parades around. Josephine greets the Czar and dances with him in a really stupid dress. Malmaison is always cloudy with fog and rain. Always. Every scene. Napoleon sees a paper on Elba that mocks him about Josephine entertaining the czar and him being cuckolded again. But they are divorced? He beats the paper on the table. He then writes to Josephine and tells her that he is coming back to France to reclaim his stuff including her. So I guess we don’t care about Marie Louise or baby anymore.

Btw, Josephine should be dead by now.

Josephine is shown being ill and the doctor telling her to open her mouth. He says her chest is congested and her throat inflamed and recommends going to bed. But she says Napoleon is coming over and over again. I don’t think Josephine ever called a Napoleon Napoleon either.

Napoleon gets on ship and lands on French soil. Kisses it. Josephine dies. Finally. Too late.

Napoleon greets his troops. They go to his side. He lands at Malmaison and learns from Hortense that Josephine is dead from diphtheria. Napoleon is mad at her. Why didn’t anyone tell him? He wants her letters that he wrote to her. Hortense says the valet stole them and sold them. Napoleon cries. Hortense apologizes and Napoleon says he forgives her. For what though?

Napoleon is at Waterloo. Rupert Everett is Wellington but all I can think is damn he’s old. I remember when he was a heart-throb in movies and now he’s old Wellington. Battle. Dead horses (no!!!) dead men. This is the longest battle filmed.

Napoleon is on the Bellerophon giving a class to a bunch of boys. Wellington for some reason comes for a meeting and Napoleon and he are rather friendly to each other. I wonder where Barras is? He could be here. He wasn’t. But he could be. Wellington dashes Napoleon’s hopes of remaining in England and tells him he will be off to St. Helena “a rock really”. Napoleon laughs.

At long last, Napoleon is on St. Helena with a voice over with Josephine talking to Napoleon. Next time she will be Emperor and he will have to listen to her. Napoleon is shown washing his face. Napoleon is shown drinking wine at his desk while plantblow out of the ground outside his window. There is a dead fly in his wine that he fishes out. Napoleon is at an outdoor table while Betsy Balcombe and some other girl fence with sticks. Napoleon grills them on the capitals of Europe. They do the Moscow story. How it was burned to get rid of the French. Napoleon asks who told them that and then throws dates at them as they run back to play. Another voice over from Josephine. She tells Napoleon she has prepared a place for him why doesn’t he come? We see Napoleon’s back and his famous hat from the back as he sits at the table. Come she tells him and we will try again. Napoleon drops over dead. Well, that’s not how it went but okay.

Jesus. That was a lot. I will do my final thoughts tomorrow.

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sagethegaywitch · 5 months ago

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Dimensions: Jollirogger

It's my birthday so here's the Jollirogger Dimensions chapter!

Male reader

TW: yandere behavior, memory erasing, drowning, implied Grim death

Genre: yandere

Here's the link for my other Dimensions: Twisted Wonderland Overblots.

The story will take place in Neverland, the one from the original “Peter Pan” that the Jollirogger dorm is based on. As the overblot eats away at the characters, they start to resemble and act more like the Disney characters they are based on. The reader will be called Y/N and Wendy Darling.

I also want to apologize for any inaccuracies I make when mentioning the boat. I have very vague knowledge of ships so I put a little diagram below for both myself and you guys. Please let me know if I wrote something that isn't correct.

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A splash of cold water hits your face, shocking you awake. You blink wildly only to find your vision blurry. You gasp and try to rub your eyes, but you only manage to inhale water, choking on the salty liquid. You struggle, trying to orient yourself. All you can see is blue water and the blurry figures of fishes swimming by, ignoring your situation. Just as you’re about to lose hope and exhale your final breath, something wraps itself around your waist. You struggle at first, but your mind gets all foggy from the lack of air so you go limp and let the thing drag you upwards. You suck in a deep breath as the both of you finally surface, giving your aching lungs what it craves. Once you finally steady your breathing, you look over your shoulder to thank your savior only to let out a scream at the creature in front of you. He appears to have green skin and scales all over his body, and his smile is filled with pointy white teeth. You push him away and struggle in the water as you try to swim away from the thing.

“Come one, Wendy, that wasn’t very nice,” the creature speaks as he quickly catches up to you and swims alongside you.

“Get away from me!” you exclaim as you try to change direction and start swimming the other way.

The male just keeps copying your movements as he tries to reassure you that he’s not going to hurt you and that you shouldn’t be afraid. You sigh in relief when you see a ship in the distance with three masts and huge white sails. You start to yell for help, waving your arms wildly as you try to swim a bit faster away from the man. When the boat pulls up beside you, you can see a head of white at the rail before a rope ladder is thrown over the edge. You quickly climb up the rope ladder, collapsing on the deck as a white-haired male kneels beside you.

“Are you alright?” he asks, resting his hand on your shoulder as the adrenaline wears off and you greedily suck in air.

Between huffs and puffs you manage to speak, “Yeah, I think I am now. Thank you so much.”

The male smiles at you before you quickly feel fear clench your heart as the green creature climbs up the rope ladder and jumps over the railing.

“Taka, what did you do to Wendy?” the white-haired male asks, standing up and crossing his arms as he looks up at the taller male.

“I did nothing, Silas. He fell over the rail so I dived in to save him, but he’s acting like he doesn’t recognize me,” Taka huffs as he grabs a towel and starts to dry himself off.

As he wipes the water off, his green skin slowly melts in a deep chocolate color as his more creature-like features also disappear. You flinch as Taka tosses you a towel, but you catch it and wrap it around your shoulders.

“Here, let me help,” Silas kneels again and helps you dry your hair and pats down your clothing.

“Who are you people?” you ask as Taka leans against the railing to pull up the rope ladder and Silas adjusts his glasses.

“Oh, so Taka isn’t lying. You really don’t remember us,” Silas sounds disappointed as his movements pause.

“Should I remember who you guys are?” you question as Silas helps you stand.

“It would be nice if you did. We’re you’re friends and we sail the Seven Seas together,” Silas tells you while Taka leans against the railing, watching the conversation.

“And my name’s Wendy?” you ask, the name settling weirdly on your tongue.

“Yes, Wendy Darling. Taka is the crocodile hybrid and I’m Silas, at your service,” the male says while giving you a little bow.

“You should probably take him to Jasper, he should know what happened,” Taka pipes up, gesturing to what you can assume is the Captain’s cabin.

“Oh, right, yes. Jasper might be able to help a bit with your amnesia problem,” Silas adds before leading you over to the cabin’s door.

Silas knocks quickly before letting you inside. The room is only lit by candlelight, a stark contrast to the bright daylight outside, and you have to squint in the dim lighting to see a stressed male sitting with his head in his hands at a desk covered with scrolls and books. The male is wearing a white dress shirt with a jabot collar around his neck. He also wears a long maroon coat with a matching tricorne hat, his hair moving behind him like water (Jasper is in his overblot form).

“Silas, what do you want?” the black-haired male groans before looking up with tired eyes, his left one glowing a dark red color, that widen in shock. “Wendy Darling, why are you soaking wet?”

“Um…I fell overboard?” you question as he stands and walks towards you, taking your hands in his.

He looks over at Silas for confirmation, and when he gets a nod he forces you to sit in the chair in front of his desk. He mumbles to himself as he grabs another towel and starts drying your hair and patting down your clothing.

“Silas, please get Wendy a change of clothes," Silas says as he busies himself with rubbing the towel into your hair.

Silas salutes before rushing off, leaving you alone with Jasper.

“What am I going to do with you? Always causing mischief,” Silas mutters to himself, but it’s loud enough for you to hear.

“Sorry. To be honest, I don’t remember much before falling into the water. Silas thinks I have amnesia or something,” you tell the Captain.

Jasper’s motions slow a bit in thoughtfulness as he hums, “So you don’t remember us?”

You note how he sounds hurt, but you just nod in response.

“Perhaps you hit your head going down,” Jasper offers as he pokes at your scalp. “Though I don’t see any signs of a head injury. How odd.”

You flinch when the door opens again with a bang and Silas stands there with a sheepish look on his face, “Sorry to startle you, but I got a change of clothing for you.”

Silas places the bundle of clothing on your lap, both men telling you that they’ll wait outside to give you some privacy. You thank them as the door closes behind their retreating forms. You look down to find a nice light blue pirate shirt with a pair of pants plus a darker blue belt resting in your hands. Seeing no other option, you start to peel off the wet clothing, hating how the damp cloth clings to your body. You use the towels to dry off a bit more before putting on the new outfit, doing a little twirl after getting fully dressed. You head over to the door, about to open it when you can hear voices whispering angrily at each other. You can’t really hear them through the thick door so you knock to let them know you’re coming out. The voices stop as you open the door to be greeted by Silas and Jasper waiting for you.

“You look great, Darling,” Jasper tells you as he reaches his hand out to you.

You smile as you take his hand and he guides you out of the doorway and onto the deck. On the deck, Taka seems very busy running around the deck with rolls of rope and barrels.

“What’s going on?” you ask as Taka starts tinkering with the pulley you’re standing next to.

“A storm’s coming, we need to secure everything down so nothing blows away,” Taka explains, pulling the rope taunt before tying it off.

“A storm?” you question, looking up at the seemingly clear sky without a single cloud in sight.

“It takes a skilled eye to see, but you’ll learn soon enough,” Silas says as he begins to help Taka with his tasks.

You nod and offer your help, which causes the others to look at each other with worried expressions.

“Why don’t you take it easy today? You did fall overboard earlier,” Silas says carefully.

You pout, “But I want to be helpful. I can’t just sit around while you’re all busy.”

The others exchange looks before Jasper gives a slight nod before looking down at you.

“You can help, but you must have one of us with you at all times. No wandering off or anything,” Jasper instructs.

“Like I could wander off a boat,” you chuckle.

Jasper looks unimpressed while Silas and Taka have to suppress their laughter. Jasper tasks you to join Taka at the railings, securing any and all loose ropes. You offer a sheepish smile as you tie the ropes into a bow, not really sure what the correct protocol is. Taka chuckles before moving to stand behind you to show you the proper way. You try your best to focus on his hands rather than how close he is pressed behind you as he wounds the rope around the metal knob.

“Just like that. You got it?” Taka asks as he steps back, looking at you expectantly.

“I think so,” you respond as you move over to the next rigging, testing your knowledge.

Taka’s watchful eyes inspect your motions, nodding along as you complete the task correctly. You continue along the boat, tying down the ropes and securing a few stray items as well. Taka fills the space with cheerful conversation, talking about what he wants for dinner, how he can’t wait to take you swimming, and how he plans to take you up to the crow’s nest when the storm blows over. The conversation is only interrupted when Silas drags you away, claiming he needs your help in the kitchen. You bid Taka goodbye as he finishes cleaning up the deck before following Silas below the deck. Silas gives you a quick tour of the tween deck, pointing at the four living quarters and letting you take a peak into your room so you can recognize it later. Past the living area is a small kitchen at the back of the boat, right under the Captain’s cabin.

“So what are we making today?” you question as Silas starts to pull out a bunch of ingredients from the cabinets.

“I’m thinking we could make soup. We still have some fresh vegetables that we need to get rid of before they start going bad,” Silas mentions as he starts washing some carrots.

You walk over and grab some of the potatoes and onions, rinsing them in some water before passing them to Silas to peel. After the vegetables are peeled, you start to chop them up into smaller pieces before tossing them into a pot that looks to be filled with a broth. Silas starts sprinkling some seasoning as the broth starts to boil before tossing in some meat chunks and putting the lid onto the pot to let it cook.

“So how did we all meet?” you decide to fill the empty space with conversation.

Silas smiles and sighs dreamily as he recalls the first meeting, “Jasper and I are childhood friends, and we were searching for adventurers to join us on our voyages. Taka found us from one of the many posters we put up around town, and he’s been with us ever since. You’re a different story though, you were traveling with this criminal named Perry. We captured him to arrest him for his crimes, but he managed to break free, leaving you behind with us. You waited weeks and even months for him to return, but he never did, so you just kind of melted into our group.”

Silas feels bad for lying, the overblot in his mind filling in the gaps in his memory to better fit this reality. You frown, Perry’s name ringing a vague bell but you can’t remember from where.

“That sucks, would have been better if that remained forgotten,” you murmur.

Silas offers you an abashed smile, “Well you did ask.”

You chuckle, smiling up at him and agreeing. You’re both then distracted by the lid chattering on top of the pot. Silas checks on the soup, stirring it and tasting it before offering you a taste. You hum thoughtfully, liking the flavorful broth and the perfect saltiness. You give him a thumbs up and he smiles as he starts scooping the soup into bowls.

“Go call the others. We can eat on deck to watch the sunset,” Silas tells you as he puts some finishing garnishes on the soup.

You nod and walk out to find the others. Taka is easy to find, he’s still on the deck finishing up his tasks, so you go off to find Jasper. You find him in his study again, looking over a map on the wall.

“What are you up to?” you ask, startling him a bit.

“Nothing. Just trying to find something I lost,” Jasper says cryptically, adverting his gaze.

“I won’t pry,” you reassure him. “Silas says dinner is ready, we’re eating on the deck.”

“I’ll be right out,” Jasper tells you as he covers the map with a curtain and turns back to his desk.

You nod, leaving the room to give him some space. You find Silas and Taka happily chatting on the quarter deck, warm bowls of soup in their hands. When Taka sees you, he waves you over and hands you a bowl too. You all wait patiently for Jasper who appears a few minutes later, a soft smile on his face. He sits down next to you as you hand him his bowl, and he thanks you as he takes a sip. The warm soup is so flavorful on your tongue and helps chase away the chilly air. The group huddles closer as you all watch the beautiful sunset, and everyone stays out until the stars come out. You lay down on the deck, surprised when Jasper moves your head onto his lap as he points out some constellations, telling you the origin of them and how to spot them in the sky. He also starts to tell you stories about your past voyages with them, trying to help you remember. You spend the rest of the night laughing and enjoying the company of the trio, Taka and Silas sometimes acting out some scenes of epic battles they had with other pirates. By the time the moon is high in the sky and the winds start to pick up, the water getting choppy, Jasper suggests heading inside for the night, saying the storm will be hitting soon. The others help clean up as you gather the bowls and head back into the kitchen to wash them, drying them with a cloth before putting them back into a cabinet. You then head to your bedroom, wishing the others a goodnight before you close your door. Your room is small, but it has all the essentials: a bed, a wardrobe, a nice little window hole, and a small table. The bathroom in the room next to yours is shared amongst you four, but you decide your little swim in the ocean made you clean enough. You explore your room a bit more before settling into bed, pulling the covers over and falling asleep quite quickly due to all the excitement you had today.

You awaken in the middle of the night, or it might be early morning, to the sound of something banging on your ceiling. You look up in confusion, no one should be out on the deck right now with the storm brewing outside. Worried that someone might need help, you slide out of bed and slip on your shoes. You peek outside your door, seeing the closed doors of the other people on board. You carefully make your way up the stairs, and as you open the door to the deck, the handle gets ripped out of your hands by the howling wind. You hesitantly step onto the deck, heavy rain falling everywhere and the wind threatening to whisk you away. After a quick investigation, you find that the sound you heard was caused by the Captain cabin’s door being caught in the wind and banging repeatedly against its frame. You run inside to take shelter from the rain as you try and find a way to keep the door closed. You yelp when you feel something skitter by your ankles, causing you to back up into the door. The candles are no longer lit in the cabin, causing you to squint your eyes as you try to see what ran past you. In the darkness you can see blue flames dancing in the corner before blue eyes peer back at you. You gasp as you debate whether you should escape and get someone a bit more qualified for this task or gather your courage and figure it out yourself. Your question gets answered for you when the creature runs up to you and hugs your leg.

“Human! It’s really you!” the creature cries as he grasps you tightly.

“Get off me!” you scream as you try to shake the creature off.

The creature stumbles off your leg, looking up at you with wide eyes, “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

You look at it in confusion, “What are you?”

It pouts at you, which is an odd expression for the cat-like creature you can now see due to its blue glow, “That’s a very rude thing to ask.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I guess I mean, who are you?” you rephrase causing the cat to look at you in shock.

“You got amnesia or something, human?! Can’t even recognize your own familiar,” it huffs at you, crossing its arms around its chest.

“I’m sorry, have we met before,” you crouch down to its height, look at it closely, its attitude stirring cloudy memories in your mind.

“This better not be a joke, Y/N. It’s not very funny,” he threatens, his tail flicking with anger.

The name hits you hard, unlocking your mind and allowing you to remember all those memories that were previously suppressed. This is Grim, your troublesome familiar, and you two attend Night Raven College with your other friends who are also equally troublemakers. There was a mass overblot and you landed in the Jollirogger dorm when the Hall of Mirrors broke. This isn’t right, you shouldn’t be here.

“Grim. I remember now,” you speak slowly, testing out the name on your tongue. “And I’m Y/N.”

“Thank the Seven, you had me worried there, human,” Grim’s frown turns into a small smile as he looks up at you.

“How did you get here?” you ask as you sit down on the floor to get more comfortable.

“I followed you here. The school’s a mess and we, as usual, need to fix everything,” Grim tells you, making dramatic hand motions.

You sigh and shake your head, of course it’s always your responsibility to fix the school’s problems, “Alright then, we need a plan. We’re on a boat, in the middle of the ocean, with a storm outside. How do we get back to school?”

“I don’t really know, I just know that we need to get off this boat. Those guys are dangerous, they’ve been setting up traps to capture me. But I’m so incredibly swift they haven’t gotten me yet,” Grim says proudly causing you to snicker.

Grim looks offended, but it morphs into fear when there is a knock on the door.

“Wendy? Are you in there?” Silas’ voice asks as he tries the handle, only to find it locked from the inside.

You press your weight against the door, hoping that Silas doesn’t try to open it, but you hear him call Jasper over to open it with his key.

“What do we do not?” Grim whisper-shouts at you.

“We need to evade them. When they open the door, we run right past them and try to get to the life rafts,” you instruct.

Grim nods and waits for your command as you count down from three before pushing the door open, ramming past Jasper and Silas who were caught off guard. You slip on the wet floor, the boat tilting at dangerous levels, and you’re thrown against the railing, but you manage to grab the wooden railing before falling overboard. Grim isn’t so lucky and falls, but you manage to grab his tail, your stomach pressing against the railing as you bring him back on board. You look behind you to see Jasper and Silas regaining their footing as they try to make their way over to you. Silas slips and slides on the wet surface as he calls out to you, but Jasper seems to have no problem with the wet floor as he strides over, a nasty glare on his face. His water-like hair flickers angrily behind him as you get back up and rush as fast as you can to the life rafts. Grim clings onto your shoulders, his drenched fur sticking to your neck as he tells you that Jasper is gaining. You know you can’t outrun him, and you almost accept defeat when your hands brush against a broom that had gotten thrown around on the deck. You grab it and whip around to try and strike Jasper, but he’s just as quick and pulls out his sword to block your attack effortlessly.

“Wendy, I suggest coming back inside with us. We wouldn’t want you to catch a cold now,” Jasper’s voice is eerily cold and condensing, his gaze telling you to cooperate or else you would regret it.

“No! I know the truth now. I need to fix this!” you tell him, yelling to be heard over the wind.

Jasper grits his teeth as he tries to attack you with his sword, but you note he’s only using the flat side to attack, not really wanting to hurt you. You’re not well-versed in sword fighting, but you manage to block most of his attacks, only a few lightly slicing your arms and hands. You’re so absorbed with fighting off Jasper that you don’t realize he’s been backing you up right into Taka’s waiting arms. Taka wraps his arms around your waist, picking you up to disorient you, causing you to drop your broom in shock as you struggle to get out of his arms. Grim tries to help you by attempting to bite Taka, but he’s in his more crocodile form, his rough scales making it hard for Grim to do much damage.

“Let’s get rid of this pest and go back inside, Wendy. I believe we have some things to discuss,” Jasper states as he strikes Grim off of Taka’s shoulder with his sword.

You cry out as Grim is hit overboard, a vague splash heard as he hits the water. With a surge of adrenaline and a will to save your friend, you bash the back of your head into Taka’s face, hearing him growl in pain as he lets go of you. You avoid Jasper’s grabbing hands as you slide to the railing, dodging Silas who finally managed to make it over, before you throw yourself over. The water is freezing as you hit it, and you have to struggle a bit to get your head above the surface.

“Grim!” you yell, paddling around to find your friend.

You dive under, the salt blinding you as you try to find your friend underwater. A shiver goes up your spin as you hear another loud splash behind you. You gaze around, trying to find who followed you, but you gasp when something grabs your ankle and drags you under. You can see the faint green outline of Taka below you, dragging you deeper into the water. You try to kick him in the face, but he’s learnt his lesson and catches your foot. You scream and struggle, your air supply slowly leaving your lungs. Eventually your struggling gets weaker and weaker as your lungs ache as you try and hold your breath. You drift there limping, Taka still holding you down as the world gets fainter and darker, water filling your lungs.

The sound of water splashing against the walls rouses you, and the first thing you notice is a burning sensation in your throat and chest. You groan in discomfort, pulling the blankets around you tighter.

“Wendy?” a voice asks as a hand pokes your cheek.

You reluctantly open your eyes to find orange-yellow orbs staring back at you, Taka’s lips pulled up in a smile.

“Morning sleepyhead,” he grins at you before offering you a cup of water. “Your throat must be killing you.”

You gratefully take a long sip, the cool liquid easing the pain in your throat. You notice that there is a bandage on the bridge of his nose and some light bruising as well.

“What happened?” you ask, gesturing to yourself and his face.

Taka adverts his gaze, his eyes darkening, “There was a storm. You fell overboard and nearly drowned. When I jumped in to save you, I smacked my face on the railing.”

You try to think back to your last memory and the only thing you can remember is dark water clouding your vision and aching lungs. You’re interrupted when there is a light knocking on the door and Jasper and Silas stroll in.

“Ah, you’re awake, Darling,” Jasper says as he moves to stand behind Taka’s chair.

Silas sits at the foot of your bed and offers you a hot cup with a smile, “Some warm honey tea for your throat.”

You take the mug, taking small sips to not burn your tongue, “I’m not sure how to thank you all enough, I’m forever in your debt.”

Jasper rests a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it reassuringly, “It’s no problem, it’s what shipmates are for. We’re just happy that you are well and alive.”

Something digs into your heart, trying to warn you that this isn’t right, that this is all wrong. You push the thought down. How could being with your friends be wrong? They just saved your life, you shouldn’t be thinking this way.

“Welcome home, let’s head back to Neverland.”

#male reader #xreader #yandere #overblot #twisted wonderland #jollirogger #Jasper Hooke my oc #Silas Smeeth my oc #Taka Toc my oc #Dimensions

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venture-through-the-mist · 9 months ago

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Tennotober 2024

My collection of works based on the Tennotober 2024 prompts.

Hi all! I wanted to take part in Tennotober 2024, but I also knew that I wouldn’t be able to draw 31 art pieces, so I’m doing some fics instead!

The Warframe Tennotober 2024 Prompt List can be found here: https://forums.warframe.com/topic/1412660-official-tennotober-2024-megathread/

Day 8: Atomicycle: Education And Exasperation

Drifter Lena has faced a lot of challenges. Conquering this strange new vehicle is just the latest one.

TW: None for this chapter.

Also, I just want to say, I do not ride motorcycles (I can’t even ride a bike). I spent literal hours reading articles and watching videos trying to get an idea of how exactly motorcycles work and how one rides them, but there’s bound to be inaccuracies, so I do apologize for that lol.

With that out of the way, the fic begins under the cut.

Okay, it’s just like riding a Kaithe. It’ll be fine.

She stares at the strange vehicle in front of her. She runs a hand tentatively across its chassis, which, with its pale rosy hue, reminds her of the scales that she’s plucked from the fish back in Duviri. She hears an impatient grunt from behind her, turning to face the scarred man.

“So, will you be able to keep up?” She smirks, hoping to radiate false confidence. She really doesn’t want to project how strange this all is to her, especially not to Arthur, who still seems a bit peeved that she’s the one who stole his Kinepage.

“Of course I will. How hard can it possibly be?” He raises a brow, but gestures at the vehicle—an Atomicycle, she remembers—with a hand.

“Alright, take her out for a spin.” Lēna feels her eyes widen slightly, but she nods. She steps closer, mounting the Atomicycle, though surprise flashes through her mind as she feels the heft of it. Right, it isn’t going to balance itself, she reminds herself. She shifts her weight, making sure that it’s steady.

Okay, now to take her feet off the ground. She picks up one foot, attempting to move to rest on the peg, but the vehicle shifts unsteadily and she quickly steps back on the ground. The Drifter’s cheeks grow warm with embarrassment as she hears Arthur huff, amusement in his tone. He doesn’t say anything, however.

The uncomfortable realization that he’s waiting for her to ask for help dawns on her. She shifts to face him, swinging her leg over the side of the Atomicycle to dismount it, though as she does so, she feels it leaning precariously to one side.

“Ah shit.” She mutters, quickly leaning it away from her so that it’s standing upright again, no longer threatening to fall on her. She sighs, reluctantly turning her gaze to meet his, noticing the raised brow and slight smirk that adorn his expression.

Smug bastard.

“Hey, uh, mind teaching me the basics? We…don’t really have these where I’m from.” The question and its explanation, both forced from gritted teeth, doesn’t seem to surprise Arthur, as he nods.

“Figured as much. Let’s start with how to actually get on and off the bike so it doesn’t drop.” She watches as he moves to his own Atomicycle, before beginning to speak again.

“For now, you just need to be able to not get yourself killed when you’re hopping on and off. You’ll learn some different ways later. For now, get on and off on the left.” He moves to the aforementioned side of the vehicle—which was not what she had done, she realizes—, turning the handlebars to the left before swinging his leg over to the other side. He then pushes his left foot against that stand that holds it upright. She mimics him, balancing the bike—apparently another word for these things—as she’d done before. She glances at him.

“Okay, now what?” He rolls his eyes, his voice nearly a growl.

“I was getting to that. Hold the clutch down like this.” He tightens his grip on a lever on the left handlebar, and Lēna follows suit. Arthur then turns the key in a small slot at the front of the bike—prompting her to do the same—and continues.

“Now, because you’re only just learning, you’re gonna want to turn the bike on before taking your feet off the ground. That’s what got you before.” He flips a switch, presses a button, and his Atomicycle roars to life. The Drifter follows his lead, feeling the rumble of her own bike. The Drifter watches his motions as he pushes a lever downwards with his toe, and copies his movements, noticing the small screen at the front of the vehicle shift from an ‘N’ to a ‘1’, and feeling it lurch slightly.

“Release the clutch slowly and the bike’s going to start moving.” She does so, hearing a slight whine come from the vehicle as it begins to roll along the ground. She quickly moves her feet from the ground to the small pegs at the side of the Atomicycle, though her heart drops as she realizes that there’s nothing keeping her steady except her own balance and the bike’s weight.

This is decidedly not like riding a Kaithe.

“Relax. Tensing up isn’t going to help. Roll the throttle a bit, give it a little more gas and see if you can drive around the lot.” Arthur’s voice shifts her attention for a moment, though she forces her gaze to remain firmly fixed on the road ahead of her—it won’t do her any good to fall, now will it? The Drifter tries to get her muscles to loosen up as she follows his instructions, feeling the Atomicycle move faster as she does so.

Okay…this isn’t so bad.

She manages to move forward without incident, even turning the bike when needed as she reaches a curve in the flat expanse of concrete. The slight breeze rustles her short hair and she grins. It may not be what she’s used to, but gods, this is kind of fun. Another Atomicycle rumbles next to her, and she notices that Arthur’s driven forward, at first keeping pace with her before speeding up.

He makes it look so easy.

Lēna huffs, a competitive edge weaving itself into the corners of her mind. Her voice calls out to him, its tone teasing.

“I told you I could keep up!” Over the sound of the roaring engine, she can hardly make out his seemingly irritated—if a bit amused—response.

“Sure. Just focus on not getting killed when you come out with us, don’t get cocky.” He’s not wrong, she reluctantly admits, but if it’s one thing she does stupidly well, it’s throwing herself into shit with far too much confidence. Growing up in Duviri caused the notion of death to become less of a cautionary tale than it probably should be. The Drifter continues to move the Atomicycle forward, feeling herself start to become familiar with the weight of it as it shifts with the turns. She definitely isn’t a natural by any means, and as she glances at Arthur, she realizes just how true that is. He effortlessly weaves in-between poles, as if he’s competing in some sort of obstacle course. Eventually, he slows his Atomicycle to a stop, calling out to her.

“To stop, just slowly release the throttle and the clutch, use your brakes, and shift it back into neutral.” She nods, sounds easy enough. The bike lurches forward slightly, but it seems that she moves slowly enough, because without much issue, the Atomicycle comes to a halt. She shifts the lever upwards with her toe, watching the ‘1’ change back to an ‘N’. With the flip of a switch and a turn of the key, the bike’s rumbling ceases, and she shifts the stand downwards, which stabilizes the bike. The Drifter dismounts, turning the handlebars to the side again and swinging her leg over, similarly to how she’d gotten onto the Atomicycle. She turns to Arthur, who nods curtly.

“Not bad for your first time.” Lēna smirks, satisfaction rising in the back of her mind. Mag is going to have a fit when she gets back to the Origin System and tells her about this, she realizes. That’s a conversation that she can’t wait to have.

“I’m more used to riding a Kaithe. This is kinda strange in comparison.” Her comment is met with a blank stare, and she relishes in the fact that he’s seemingly lost for words for a few seconds.

“What the hell is a ‘Kaithe’?” His dumbfounded question gives her pause for a moment, before she thinks of a way to describe it.

“You know, big, skeletal creatures with hooves and retractable wings?” Upon seeing his eyes widen slightly—is one of them twitching?—she continues.

“You don’t have those here?” He just shakes his head, an exasperated huff escaping into the air.

“You’ve got to be fucking with me.” She laughs, causing Arthur to shoot a glare in her direction.

“Nah, I promise I’m not. I’ll introduce you to her sometime.” She snorts as he presses a hand to the bridge of his nose. The scarred man waves a hand dismissively, turning and walking back into the building. The Drifter swears that she catches a muttered ‘What the fuck?’ from him as he leaves.

Well…maybe he isn’t mad about the Kinepage anymore?

#warframe #mist’s writing #tennotober 2024 #warframe fanfiction #warframe spoilers #drifter lēna #arthur nightingale warframe #also on AO3 if you’d rather read it there

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mermaidsirennikita · 2 years ago

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In retrospect I feel like the Kennedy episode was a huge red flag about his impulses for over dramatization and a general lack of good judgment/taste. I find that episode hard to watch same as I do seasons 5&6.

Lol I remember when the Kennedy episode came out and some of my more obnoxious paler brethren across the Atlantic were all "this is what it feels like, Americans!!! To have your historical figures poorly portrayed by another country!!!"

And it's like well a) we already portray our historical figures inaccurately over here thx b) y'all already portray yours inaccurately over there c) lol I really didn't need an inaccurate Kennedy episode... I would've been down with JFK straight up trying to get Lizzie 2 into bed (though... and I gotta be real.... JFK fucked a lot of people................ but he would never). It wasn't the inaccuracies, it was how DUMB it was. And how incredibly off his impression of the Kennedys was, in a way you really don't need to research much to understand.

I remember thinking of how unbelievable it was that Jackie would apologize for shit talking Elizabeth. Because Jackie shit talked EVERYONE. And she did not apologize to ANYONE, including her own sister, because Jackie knew she was untouchable. Yes, her marriage was rough, in a word; yes, it made her sad that her husband cheated on her; but she wasn't this wilting flower who only said catty shit because she was sad. Jackie Kennedy, and I say this with respect, was an alpha bitch. She was beautiful; she was fashionable; she was blue-blooded; she spoke several languages and was educated and worked a room arguably better than her husband (and they both knew this); she had all his money and, imo, for all their troubles knew he was very unlikely to ever leave her, and also knew there was probably nobody who could give her the type of top dog position and heady success that he could. I mean. Aristotle Onassis had a hard time following JFK, and the man owned his own island.

And I remember being so weirded out by the way he chose to portray both JFK and RFK. Like, don't get me wrong, JFK took a lot of painkillers, but it wasn't like this was some guy on the edge who took them for a ride lmao (Jackie was more about that life, but she still largely had her shit together while in office). JFK had legitimately debilitating chronic pain lmao. Like, Peter, do you get that if you're taking something... for a condition you actually have.... it's not going to give you the same kind of experience as a recreational pill popping but whatever. JFK was considered something of a cold fish in private despite his libido, so the idea that he was just going crrrrrAAAAAZY in the background is insane.

Additionally, RFK was essentially JFK's fixer and a complete control freak, not a submissive force in that relationship at all--more supportive. It was very much a two for one administration. So that bugged me.

I'm not an expert, either, lol. I'm just someone who's gone through nerdy periods re: that family, and it seemed to me that Peter took the most boring cardboard approach that he saw as perhaps... sympathetic? Sad? With a dash of "the true story" and it's like. Honestly dude, go ahead and go in and portray those amoral rich people as amoral rich people living fast and dying young because that's literally what the Kennedys did.

#[excuse my kennedy nerdery]#but also netflix allegedly wants to do a show on them next and it's like #*takes long drag*#i feel like every kennedy depiction is either 'THEY DID NOTHING WRONG EVER' or 'LET'S PULL BACK THE CURTAIN ON THESE HEDONISTS'#*pulls back curtain on a pretty normal rich person thing*#ohhhh carolyn did coke oh noooooooooo how shoooooooocking that a pretty socialite in the 90s had a coke issuuuuue #i mean getting into how jackie wasn't just a Tragic Wife and got her licks in and probs fucked RFK post-assassination #.... a lot #now that's something you can get into. but everyone is scared

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zanedoll · 2 years ago

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🎏⚜I thought for a long time what kind of fish to make John, but still settled on koi carp. Why him? Because koi carp is considered only a fish that has passed six selection selections. Quite royal, isn't it?

🎏⚜Although it is not visible in black and white, John is a veil golden ogon. Yes, it sounds like a demon-summoning spell, but it's a real koi breed.

🎏⚜Why veil? Because they look gorgeous. Why golden? Well... This is John's hair color) Why the ogon? Because, it seems, this is the only yellow breed of koi, not counting the kinrin (but I doubt their existence at all)

P.s: I apologize for the inaccuracies and the strange text is the maximum that my translator can give out

P.P.s: Tumblr, bitch, bring back the quality 😊🔪

Ost: Я хочу на море— TVOROЖОК

#robin hood mischief in sherwood #sketch #painting #mermaid #art #sea #traditional art #Бог любит тебя

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meepetteoneonly · 10 months ago

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Snakes and Ladders: II.

Also on AO3: here

Previous chapter: here

Chapter Summary: House of Hope is an exclusive bar for all those who seeks the finest pleasures, including rare alcohol. Nine-Fingers and Mol have to ensure bottles of fancy booze Raphael managed to get imported are going to be delivered from warehouse in the docks to the bar.

TW: Smoking, abandoned children, orphanage, violence mentioned, gun

My note: I really have no idea how warrants and searches work in common law, especially in 40's, so I took inspiration in nowadays dawn-raids conducted by competition authorities. I apologize for any legal inaccuracies. Also, I have no beta-readers so it was not beta-read, obviously. (:

Nine-Fingers’ eyes hung onto the the rippling water surface. Freezing waves were crushing against the lonely wharf nearby, splashing the old wood. The burning tobacco between her lips was giving her the false sense of warmth, but didn’t really help much. The wind carried from the ocean was sharp, uncompromising, taking her coat and boots for no enemy at all.

„This is how I started, you know.“ She said to a woman much younger than herself right next to her, who kept breathing between inside her palms. „Sheets in orphanage got wet, so they gave us cigarettes. ’These magic sticks will keep you warm.’ Can you believe that?“ Nine-Fingers chuckled.

„Cheaper then wood, I guess.“ The younger woman said and rubbed her hands together.

„Sure it was. And created future customer for the donor.“ A smoke cloud escaped Nine-Fingers’ sly smile. „Bloody brilliant business strategy. Get them hooked young; profit. But I would probably do the same thing having the whole tobacco empire under my thumb. Can’t blame them.“ She grinned and let the cigarette die under her heel.

„Anything for the business, right?“

„Well, not anything, Mol. Especially not waiting another goddam fifteen minutes in this bloody weather. What the hell is taking them so long, eh? Mattis' always on time.“ Nine-Fingers said, checking her surroundings.

Warehouses, depots, old shabby structures made of wood or wavy metal sheets formed a city of their own, with its own life and rules. Fog, humid and sticky, filled with the stench of rot, salt and fishes lingered between the buildings. Docks, the most important transport node, resembled a ghost town now. The last living being Nine-Fingers saw was the security man at the gate an hour ago. The next living being Nine-Fingers expected to see was Mattis, one of her people, together with his friend Mirkon and Meli. And that was about to happen fifteen minutes ago.

„Should I go and check what’s goin’ on?“ Mol suggested, kicking her heels. She could barely feel her toes, although she did her best to keep squeezing them. „Maybe-„

„No - wait!“ Nine-Fingers hissed, putting a finger over her lips. „You hear that, hm?“ Finally, between the roaring sounds of the ocean, she recognized rumbling of the Straight-6 engine.

Astele Keen, in certain circles known rather as Nine-Fingers Keen, wasn’t impatient person. She have learned long ago that problems were solved the best with both cold, blood and head, but on the other hand, she liked the job to be done and some jobs were better to be done faster than the others.

Hissing and rattling announced the large Dodge truck approaching, with Mattis’ focused face behind the big wheel. He appeared to be comically small compared to the size of the vehicle he was driving. Despite his build, Mattis was wily, definitely not the one to be underestimated. He had a lot in common with Mol. They were cunning, street-smart types who fit well into family's business. Nine-Fingers took them both under her wings long before they turned eighteen, but she considered Mol to be more driven and more suitable for jobs that left hands dirty.

With a long creak, the truck stopped in front of them. Mol frown her nose as the reek of gasoline and exhaust fumes stained the air.

„Took you long enough. What happened?“ Nine-Fingers asked when Mattis got out of the vehicle, followed by Mirkon and Meli who travelled on the body.

„Sorry, boss. The engine wouldn’t start. I think it was the battery.“ He said. „But guys gave it a push-start, so here we are.“

„Fine. Let’s get to work than.“ Nine-Fingers clapped her hands and took out a bunch of keys.

The lock was frozen, so it took a moment to get the key in and another to open the warehouse. When the metal gave in, they were fifty minutes behind the plan. Nine-Fingers wasn’t happy about that, but there was nothing she could do. One hardly fought a weather.

To everyone’s surprise, electricity was functioning, however those few bulbs hanging from the ceiling, didn’t do much. The warehouse was divided into series of narrow aisles alongside which crates and barrels of contraband were towering. The floor was a patchwork of cracked concrete and oily stains, with discarded wooden pallets scattered around. Some of the deeper cracks were now patched up with ice and dirt. The whole place would use a little upkeep, but Nine-Finger’s knew that this particular warehouse served not only its original purpose. The bigger the mess, the harder to secure evidence, she smirked.

Group followed Nine-Fingers through the gloom to the block of crates labeled as fragile. Four times five crates of twenty bottles of extraordinarily fancy booze each. The prohibition had ended long ago, but this stuff was scarce and getting it on the market for reasonable price was impossible. Even for the Canias. Yet, boss gave it his best to keep his guests satisfied, drunk and prone to be caught in incriminating situations when necessary.

„All right. This is it. Let’s load it up so we can get out of ’ere.“ Nine-Fingers gestured towards the block. „I don't know about you, but my bloody ass is freezing.“

Mattis and men he’s brought got moving. Mol and Nine-Fingers grabbed one of the crates together as well.

„I hope boss will spare few. I could use something to get my blood pumping.“ Mol grunted as her white fingers squeezed the rough edge of the crate.

„I wouldn’t count on it.“ Nine-Fingers smiled. „But you could ask Korilla to put in a good word with ’im.“ She teased.

„She hates me.“

„That’s not true.“

Mol rolled her eyes but said nothing. Hate was maybe a word too strong, but Mol could tell when someone didn’t like her. Korilla was boss’ assistant. She run day-to-day business of his club and as Mol has found out, she was quite sensitive about her height. Retrospectively, calling Korilla a dwarf wasn’t good idea. As skillful and quick-witted as Mol was, sometimes, she didn’t know when to hold her tongue and making rather cruel fun of others was just one example. She liked to test boundaries just as all young did, but Nine-Fingers rather didn’t want to see Mol getting into troubles that were easily avoidable. After the incident with Korilla, she decided to keep Mol on shorter leash.

February seemed to be finished with throwing a monkey wrenches into their job. Slowly but steadily they keep loading the truck’s body with the alcohol. The half of the block remained when Mirkon suggested a quick pause, offering a cigarette to his fellows. Nine-Finger’s didn’t oppose it. Her arms would use a short break and her lungs were thirsty.

„You want one?“ She turned to Mol.

„Thank boss.“ Mol mumbled and took one of Nine-Fingers’ Lucky Strikes. Compared to Nine-Fingers, Mol was hardly a smoker. She never got used to the bitter aftertaste tobacco left in her mouth, so she smoked for socializing purposes rather than for her own enjoyment. She found out cigarette was a ticket into conversations; a pass that allowed her slip into right groups of people. Also, it was something to hold onto if she got nervous.

Nine-Fingers rolled the cigarette around between her lips, let her lungs got soaked with nicotine. It was only before they got back to work when she overheard cars humming from the outside. "Mattis?!" She shout at the boy. "You left the engine running?"

"No." Mattis looked surprised. "But the battery will be all-"

Nine-Fingers left him startled when she rushed to the door without any more words, followed by Mol who had no idea what came over her as well.

Although she was cautious and usually thought two steps ahead, cars with beacons surrounded by the swarm of custom officers left her speechless. However, the beacons were off and officers weren't accompanied by criminal police. That was a good sign. But they seemed to be confident. One of them waved at her with some paper. That was a bad sign.

By the corner of her eye, Nine-Fingers spotted Mol's hand sneaking inside of her coat. "Calm the hell down, sharpshooter." She hissed at her protégé. "There's no need for bloody guns, all right?"

Nine-Fingers threw her cigarette away and approached the officers, staring them down with confidence of her own. It was already clear they are here because of that alcohol boss managed to import from the Caribbean undeclared and unnoticed. Or so they thought until this very moment. But the question was how deep in shit they actually were.

"How can I help you, officer?" She asked. Years of being in family's business taught her that being jovial with authorities is the sweet spot between dogged opposition and compliance.

"We have a warrant to search this warehouse and seize any undeclared goods discovered as well as secure necessary evidence." The officer informed her.

"Well." She huffed, "Than show me this warrant of yours." She reached for the paper. The officer handed her a prepared copy over.

Everything seemed to be in order. The paper was heavy and the document born all necessary marks and symbols. The date as well as location of the warehouse was correct. The owner - a legal entity, too. There was some justification and the document was signed by a magistrate. Nothing suggested the warrant was a forgery.

"Keep that copy." The officer said and gave her few more copies of other various documents. One of them described the course of the search, the other rights and duties of investigated subject. "And these as well. We would also need your signature here."

Nine-Fingers was a little bewildered by the amount of papers he gave her. and all the ridiculous paperwork. Usually, when she saw someone in uniform, she was ready for guns and batons and handcuffs and things going messy in general. This was new. But in the end, it convinced her that this was truly not set up by Maladominis or Stygias. Killers dressed up in uniforms sent by rival family - that was the oldest trick in the book, but one does never know. After all, the Valentine day was just behind the corner.

She signed the paper, confirming she was properly instructed as a representative of the subject to investigation. Her signature was shaky. Blue lines full of uncertainty. Big letters of someone who didn't spent much of a time doing nine to five in the office. Yet, with a wide smile, she gave it back to the officer, feigning she is making a little tear to the paper. "Have fun, then." She winged at him.

The swarm got straight to business. Custom officers found their way to the warehouse, taking notes, asking questions, labeling crates, inspecting the makeshift office in the corner, which no one actually used. Nine-Fingers told Mattis and the others to let them do their job. And she kept her eye on Mol. The young woman seemed to be displeased that she stopped her foolish try to intimidate the officers. But this was not situation to wave around with a gun. It would make things only worse.

"They are taking the crates we came for." Mol said. "The boss won't be happy. And the dwarf too."

"That's for certain." Nine-Fingers smirked. "I'm not happy either, you know? Mol, what the hell is goin' on with you?"

"I just wanted to do something about this bullshit, right? This is Canias' warehouse. How dare they place their foots in here? We'd better show them who's running this city."

"This is not right time to show anyone anything, goddamit. You just don't take the gun on police or custom officers or whatever they are. That's the rule."

"Pretty stupid one." Mol frowned.

Nine-Fingers reached into coat for her cigarettes. The package was empty. "Bloody hell." She murmured, crumpling the package. "Whatever you say, Mol. But it's rule because it works. Authorities are not our enemies. They are counterparts. So you'd better go with it, because sometimes we just have all them to do what they must." Nine-Fingers said. Canias always had good relationship with authorities and few years ago, don Mephistopheles Cania reached certain truce with police chief. Since than, they had bianco cheque to do any business that wasn't directly on sight and wasn't openly violent. Until now, it seemed. It worried Nine-Fingers as she had the feeling that this was a herald of much bigger troubles.

Custom officers were fast. It was around noon when the one in charge gave Nine-Fingers the final piece of paper to sign. It was a protocol on administrative searched they carried out, accompanied by list of seized goods. She scribbled her name under the thick paragraph of legal text and handed it back to the officer. He nodded.

Mattis and his friends were already gone. Nine-Fingers dismissed them the moment she realized their muscles won't be needed any longer today. Together with Mol, Nine-Fingers left the docks the last.

After Nine-Finger's lecture, Mol felt offended. She kept staring out of the car window silently. Was she that wrong when she wanted to scare those uniformed cockroaches a little? No one would get hurt and it would be clear who's truly in charge of the docks. It was an idea she was almost ashamed to have, but what if Nine-Fingers was getting old? Mol was used to seeing her slitting men's throats open for less and now she bent over in front of these fuckers? Preaching on some stupid rules? Bullshit.

They stopped at some café on their way to city centre. Nine-Fingers asked the waitress if she can use the phone and gave Mol some money to got them something. The café was empty as it just recently opened, so Nine-Fingers didn't really mind using the phone at the bar as they had no phone booth or phone at the place that would ensure at least some privacy. As she listened to the dial tone, she observed the waitress. The girl paid her no attention at all. Good.

Light, yet bitter smell of coffee hit her as the girl poured two mugs full. Good old American coffee, Nine-Fingers thought. Being a soldier of Canias had many perks, but coffee wasn't one. Nine-Fingers was fed up with their espressos and regardless what they said, drip coffee remained her favourite.

"Hello? Korilla Hearthflame speaking." Woman voice came from the receiver.

"It's Nine-Fingers." She said, lowering her voice. "We got the problem in the docks."

"Yes, I assume you did. You should've been there an hour ago. What happened?" Korilla asked.

"Customs happened." She smirked. "Bloody customs officers came with a warrant and seized the stuff."

"If this is a joke, it's pretty bad one, Nines. But you rarely joke around, so I guess it's true than." Korilla sighed. "All right. We'll figure something out. Come to the House."

"On our way." She hung up.

When Nine-Fingers got to the table, Mol was already in the half of Banana Cream pie she ordered for herself. She was a sweet-tooth. "So?" She asked with her mouth full of whipped cream.

"I've spoken with Korilla. We're going to the House. And you," Nine-Fingers emphasized, "are going to behave. You are not going to call her a dwarf ever again, are we clear?"

Mol jabbed the pie with a fork. "Fine. I'm sorry, ok?"

"Look, Mol. I know how stubborn you are, but if you want to get somewhere in our world, you have to bloody listen." Nine-Fingers reached for a still hot mug and slurped some coffee. "Finish the pie and we go."

During daytime, the House of Hope was dormant, gathering the strengths to welcome again the guests who sought to left the mundane life behind, at least for one night. Without the dim, alluring lighting that gave the human vices aura of something desirable and protect the guests from reflecting on the true nature of their acts, the main hall around the large bar resembled a theatre rather than night club. The ceiling was decorated with golden embossed ornaments that framed the painting of sky. Grey contrasting clouds were swirling into a celestial maelstrom.The centre of the scene was light, with figure of half naked angel covered in red juice dripping from half-rotten pomegranate he was eating. Heavy curtains along the stage had the same ruby colour as well as upholstery. The devil's in the detail, boss used to say. However, Nine-Finger wasn't the right person to appreciate Raphael Cania's artistic quirks. The ceiling could be as well wallpapered with old newspapers and it would make no difference for her.

On the sides, there were two pompous chandeliers. Third one used to be above the stage but it was replaced with spotlights. The stage itself was large, providing enough space for simple music performances as well as for rather luscious shows for private society. The same kind of society for which the seized bottles were intended.

They found Korilla sitting on the top of her desk, going through a ledger, probably.

"Do you have some cigarettes?" Nine-Fingers asked once she put all the documents they gave her during the search on the desk.

Korilla nodded. "Sure I have. But- what's this?"

"Ask a lawyer, not me. So far as I understand, the warrant and some documents regarding our rights." She lit the cigarette Korilla gave her and took place in large armchair. So did Mol. "It wasn't regular police, so I guess, it's not that bad. Still, we might have a problem."

Korilla started listing through the documents, her eyes scanning each and every line patiently. She was embodiment of meticulousness and Nine-Finger's knew Raphael owned Korilla a great debt for success of House of Hope. She was everything and more one could wish for in a manager. A wrinkle keep appearing on forehead as she went through the papers.

"So? Any idea what's going on?"

Korilla put the documents back. "Not at all. It only seems that some magistrate does not know how we play it in this city. Have you ever heard about this Astarion Ancunín?"

"Never." Nine-Fingers shrugged her shoulders, looking at Mol. She only shook her head.

"Maybe he's new. We got to check him out. But that's for boss to decide." Korilla said.

"And where is he anyway?" Nine-Fingers threw away the cigarette she'd just finished smoking.

Much more worried expression came across Korilla's face. Or maybe annoyed. "He went to visit the old man in a hospital. And I tell you, he's insufferable every time he get back from him."

Mol cackled.

"A little respect wouldn't hurt, Mol, you know?" Korilla crossed her arms. "Don is dying and given the events from the morning, rough times might be ahead of us."

"Sorry." She muttered immediately.

"Korilla's right." Nine-Fingers said. "You know what? Go get Mattis the money for Mirkon and Meli. I'll wait for the boss here, all right?"

Mol fought the urge to roll her eyes, but she did as Nine-Fingers wanted, leaving both woman taken aback a little.

"Are you sure you bet on the right horse, Nines?" Korilla asked once the door closed behind Mol.

"Not a horse. Bloody mule." Nine-Fingers smiled. "But yes, I am sure. The thing is, she's young and she craves action."

Korilla took a long look at Nine-Fingers. Mysterious but warm smile played on the corners of her lips. "You got a soft spot for that girl, right?"

"Maybe. I took her from streets when she was a child, so what else would you expect? I taught her how to pick up pockets when she was ten." Sense of nostalgia spread through Nine-Fingers' chest.

Mol was no different than Nine-Fingers was during her first years in family's business. She too was pissed of when she had to run errands instead of collecting payments for protection or being engaged in much more funny (and bloody) activities in general. Nine-Finger's first real job was to deliver a message to unfaithful husband of a florist who prepared the decorations for a funeral of don Cania's wife. That was when she met Enver Gortash. Together, they beat that man to a pulp, breaking both of his legs. When she heard the poor guy crying in pain, it hit her that power to inflict violence requires strong self-control. Since than, she usually tried to operate more diplomatically (with exemptions of course), contrary to Enver who found this power to be intoxicating rather than burdening.

"I understand. But she acts like a teenager while she's almost twenty. Our world stands on hierarchy and it looks like she didn't get it." Korilla said. Although she wasn't the one doing important decisions, she was great observer and her observations usually served as a ground on which decisions were made. At least Raphael's.

"I'll do something about that, don't worry." As Nine-Fingers read it, there was a simple concern hidden in Korilla's words - she wanted to be sure that Mol is trustworthy.

"Fine." Korilla nodded and lit cigarette for both of them.

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m4nd0l0r · 3 years ago

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Memories From Apollo - Part 1.

Description: The god of the sun loves its own rays, from his ballads that strummed from his trusted lyre, it drops sunny speckles of good things, the warmth you feel from the sun, the glimmering light that reflects to the waters.. But sometimes they bear memories, they make you remember from one touch of its heat, and whatever you glimpse on can be good or bad, but you see them for a reason.

Ships: Din Djarin x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, Jake Lockley x Reader (yes its a mamma mia au + crossover fic of the mandalorian and moon knight-)

Category: Fluff and a lot of reminiscing

Word count: 7.1k words

Author’s note: i’m sorry that i took so long with this— i procrastinated so hard and i realized all the plot points i wanted to add wouldn’t fit so pt. 2 will be a thing… if i defeat laziness that is!- also i made a playlist for this so uh i hope yall enjoy both fic and music!! i used “baba” and “ba” since its a gender neutral term for mama/papa :)) the spanish here were from translate websites, i apologize for possible inaccuracies along with how i interpreted DID in this fic :”D

His eyes fixated on his screen, the blue light blares through his tired pupils as he clicks “yes” on each decision question he gets himself across to. Spam clicking the mouse, his arrow taps and taps to his heart’s delight.

Plane tickets have gone overpriced, he entertains the thought. The price for London to Greece skyrocketed, no wonder he only sees a few people go on vacations nowadays, he thinks again, as if he needed a distraction.

As if he already didn’t try to steer his attention from his screen from choosing to do this. To try to come back. But he’s a little late for second thoughts, the card already got approved, no turning back.

As his payment pends, he opens his cabinet, and just sinks his hand right through its contents, raking through each and every item he just tossed inside. And through his search, he finally grabs onto an old leather journal.

Pulling it up, it was obviously worn down, with it being softer but the etching of his name, Marc, that he jabbed down with a pen knife the same few years ago he got this very diary.

Flicking through it, he had a small grimace. But it soon disappears as he grabs a pen and a pile of sticky notes. Writing, the ink bleeds through the paper, and it stains in the words:

Steven, Jake.

Give this to them. My last favour to you two.

-Marc.

-x-

The wonderful rays of the sun of Kalokairi rushed through your palms, and it felt great. Letting out a sigh, you wished every day was like this, but then you realized, you didn’t need to wish. It was always like this, and you loved every minute of it. Every minute of that good golden sun, the thrilling heat in your fingertips, and forever changing wind.

The ripples of the sea were eminent in your ears, ringing back like the sounds of pendulums. SWOOSH! It roars along with jumping fish and seagulls that try to catch its food in a now cold morning. As you breathe in and out, a cloud coming out of your mouth, you sighed. You didn’t bother to wear a jacket, your hat was enough, you thought. Besides, the sun was hot enough to make you forget the fierce winds.

You then touch your skin, goosebumps plumped from the contact. Your fingers then trail your face, you feel small wrinkles that form all over the years. You then touch the necklace wrapped on your neck, playing with the pendant. Trying to fight off the grimace that tried to creep up at your wistful smile.

Damn it you felt old. No, you are old.

Because now you’re dealing with your daughter’s wedding.

Well, what are you supposed to do with that information?

It felt like whiplash. As if the waves of salt water came to throw you off your sandals.

“Engaged!?— Luka- This isn’t some crood joke is it?” You gasped out, eliciting a laugh from your daughter.

“No, Ba! Why would I even joke about such a thin— It’s real, look!”

And then with how she went up to you -eyes coated with glitter, you’d think you’ve seen a disco ball- and flaunted thedarling lady ‘friend’ -Luka would joke, especially when you used to actually thing that she was just her study buddy..- that gave her a ring.

A ring! All embellished with gems and everything! Oh my gods you thought you were going to faint at your chair right then and there.

You gasp.”I never thought this day would come by this quickly!” Your voice is almost nothing but a whisper. “My own little girl’s getting married..! I feel faint!” Your voice quivered, but Luka knew you were joking.

To some extent.

Your own daughter getting married? Oh a thing you never even thought of. And as if the gods above sprung up to spite you, she’s getting married at 20. Not like it was much of a big deal- well it was- but gods. Shaking your head lightly, maybe you should have downed some sort of wine before you started thinking about all of this- Before you drown yourself in this pipehole— Yes, yes- That sounds like a good idea.

Unfortunately, you were nowhere at your hotel. No glass, no booze, but damn it- you were impatient, you were almost excited even.

Rushing by the docks, you were like a firecracker waiting to explode- But you were going to explode to your trusted comrades of all these years— And before you could even take another breath you heard those familiar voices.

Your eyes swiftly drift to the end of the wooden platform, and a smile etched itself on your lips.

“Well would you look at what the gulls passed on!” You yell, running through and stumbling your way. A shriek emanated from the edge, your partners in crime Evie and Anne- just came in just in time for the main event.

“How dare those birds pass us on?” Evie tittered, her red hair blaring from the sun and her heels clicking through the planks. Anne just guffawed, running their dirty blond hair -noticeably chopped, but it fits, you remarked to yourself. “Betcha they passed us cos all of that hunk of plastic ya got!” She earned herself a -offended- choking sound from Evie with that one.

The moment of -such quick- realization clicked in your head. “Evie- you got- it-“ You pointed at your chest, “DONE AGAIN?!” You shrieked oh so cheekily, Evie only gaped their mouth an O then transformed into a giant smile. “Paid by the FIFTH-“ She oh so emphasized, “Husband!”

“EVIE—!”

Anne seemed to be actually surprised by this, her voice breaking out in a stronger accent. “Ya cheeky bastard! Ya gotta be kiddin’ me!- No wonder ya don’t seem so damn broke, heels an’ all- an’ they look so—“

“Sooo?”

“FUCKIN’ REAL-“

“Alright enough tit tatter!“ You sighed. “Now I’ve got a wedding to plan and for you two to attend! We must go—!” You went on with a stern voice, though it was laced with such a noticeable joking voice. But the two only focused on one thing, making them only coo at you like a cat.

“Goodness me, Luka? Getting married? I still can’t believe it— She’s got one step ahead of you!” Anne hushed. “I bet she already planned everything before even telling you… Especially how excited she can get.” Evie added on with a laugh.

“That is true.” Anne only said. Rolling your eyes with an amused face, you grab your car keys in your pocket. “Yes yes, I expected that from her.. but marriage as that exact leverage?” You raised a brow almost dramatically. “Never in a million years.”

“Luka is an eccentric kid, what’d ya expect?” You rammed your engine in. Your beat up car finally roaring itself back to life. Dang, you really should get it fixed.

“Honestly-“ You huff. “Anything else.” Evie had her brow raised up from this. “Is the groom that much of a bad guy?”

“Bride. And no, she’s fine, she’s kind with my girl, they’re very lovely together and Luka’s really happy with her, and I’mhappy to see that.” You then pause, taking a deep breath, “It’s more of a..”

“Parent thing?” Oh Evie dropped the bomb right at you, and here you are, having you and Anne bracing for impact. You only breathed in and out once more, lighting it sink in. But she wasn’t wrong.

“..Yes… Exactly that.”

-x-

“Luka you cannot be serious!” Someone hissed, “Dragging these unfortunate souls to our wedding?” The winds of the island blew stronger, as if it were angry along with the talker. “They aren’t strangers, love— They gushed about them!” Your own daughter- Luka- said.

“Ever since I was a kid, Ba sometimes would mention them- whenever they thought I’m asleep,” She faked snores, earning a laugh from Ivy. God that made her stomach roll. “Right upstairs, I’d hear them, talking their way to the night sky by the balcony.. And gods they were yearning.”

“And you thought the best thing to do was to invite them?”

“Uh yeah? I mean you did say that I can invite whoever I want, my love.”

“I meant people anyone would know- not strangers.” She raised a brow, her tone light.

“I mean- Ba would know ‘em.” Luka snorted. People were bustling around the hotel, and they were all fumbling about, with the decorations, and the dangling lights and banners, along with packages that Ivy ordered herself. She loves all the fuss, Luka thought, but honestly she liked it more when Ivy would fuss at her instead.

“But still— Sure that’s the case- is this the right thing to do? Drag in those poor blokes all for our grand day, and you expect your poor parent once they learn this- to not explode?” Ivy only screeched with a light tone. “If you keep your mouth shut!” She almost wailed and her fiancée let out a squeak of laughter.

Luka only cackled, “You better keep it shut Ivy- Or I might tickle my way to you for your silence—“

“You wouldn’t!”

“Maybe I would, so-“ She motioned her thumb and index right by her mouth, making a slicing motion, to say to shut it. “Besides, they obviously still fancy Ba, why would they accept those invitations if they didn’t?”

“To be polite?”

“Oh please! Polite after twenty-ish years of not seeing each other? You’re reaching, my dear!” Luka almost squawked with both of them whispering like school girls. “With their responses, You’d expect them to be right by the hotel’s entrance like a flock of geese.”

“Well I hope not,” Ivy eyed her. “Wouldn’t want to see them have a heart attack ‘cos of their own daughter!”

“You’d get dragged to this too, they’re your future parent-in-law after all!”

“You—“ But before she could even continue, you were back from picking up her aunts, and you seemed distracted with the amount of laughter and huffing going about. The two opted to hide by the wall, typical, but maybe it’s enough to not get caught.

Also long as you were very much out of sight. Good, you might not hear anything.

But your own daughter knew you very well, and you had a sense of a hawk. “Ivy- Love- Lets go upstairs before Ba catches us on and drags us with my aunts—“ And they both left with a lot of cursing and complaints of running on heels- mostly from Ivy though, Luka noticed.

“Hurry hurry- I’ll just give you a massage- Let’s just get out of here!” Ivy seemed agreeable this time, actually hurrying up. Her fiancée sighed, then again, she did bring this to herself, she can’t really complain about that, can she?

-x-

Taxi, ferryman, taxi, ferryman, were the only words that were ringing through this man’s head.

This was one of those times that he wished that cars could actually go faster, through the busy streets, through the market filled with fresh fish and plucked out veggies. He wished he could plow faster across through the ferry dock.

He didn’t have time for this! He was here on some (un)reasonable whim, and now he’s rushing like god knows what. But the thing is, he knows why, and all due to a piece of paper.

One day, he had some sort of letter in his mailbox. He never really got any, now that he thinks about it. It made him realize that it was very dusty too, that’s for sure. But as he ripped the tape off of the letter, and started to actually read it, he was more than surprised with the fact his jaw didn’t dislocate and fall to the wooden floor.

“A weddin’.. invitation?” His voice faltered, and when he read a little further, he actually let out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t your wedding. It was your daughter’s. Shameless, the only word that went through his head. How could he be so relieved about that? It was stupid, and he wanted to punch himself for it.

But now, in Greece, he was on the verge of biting his fingernails -a habit he certainly picked up somewhere- He was clutching his bag with him. He certainly packed.. a little too light. Damn it he felt so spontaneous- he shouldn’t have indulged in doing so.

But the minute he looks away from his book back in his loft, he’s suddenly seated on his office chair, computer open at 5am, and he sees his screen on a website with the purchase of a plane ticket from London to Greece. And when he felt his eyes widened from the sight, it really did.

Yes, he could have refunded, but maybe just maybe.. he thought he needed a vacation? I did not, I think. He tried to tell himself. Justification wasn’t exactly his specialty.

Damn it Marc, and damn you Jake for not stopping him. Knowing the damn guy, he would’ve encouraged Marc.

He swears again on his head, bet they both planned this, and they’re just cackling right in their headspace’s seats like madmen. Maybe he was reaching, but the man needs to blame at least something- or someone. As if he could be right. Maybe, but how would he know?

As Steven just tossed everything in his head, he fades away from the world, into the seclusion of his cramped mind, along with little old Marc and Madman Jake - little nicknames he gave them.

Murmurs of a voice came from the front, and that’s where everything clicked back in place for him. He was already in Greece, not in his flat. And he was definitely late for his boat.

Letting a few obnoxious swears he mostly picked up from his co-workers, he stumbled out of the taxi, saying the words, “cheers” and “mate” as he tosses enough money to the driver, earning him a smile and something in Greek that he couldn’t understand.

He was running, his shoes clanking through the pavement. Damn it! Damn it! He was already yelling through the wind. “Bloody hell!” It was a pitiful sight really, a foreigner running his way to the ledge, trying to catch up to sailors removing the ropes that tied to the mainland, ready to anchor away to the sea.

“Wait, wait!” He begged, but alas, the ship was already swimming away, with their passengers waving him goodbye pitifully, and it was as if they were silently laughing at him. But he couldn’t care about that- or even dare to think about it. Must be the meds.

How the hell was he gonna get to Kalokairi now?

“Bullocks!” He exasperated, huffing a few breaths with his luggage on hand. It was only now it really clicked, he was alone. Alone, in a foreign country. He's been alone before- Sure he has some money, but it’s a little.. unnerving, to say the least for him.

“My sentiments exactly.” A voice makes him turn in surprise, not noticing someone being beside him- or to even talk to him. Turning to his side, he sees a man cladded in leather, he meant it. Leather jacket with an assortment of pretty pins he couldn’t really see without his glasses, and those leather boots, he couldn’t help but notice them, they looked so cool. He almost didn’t notice the rope wrapped on his hand, strange.

Not wanting to be rude, he had his eyes center itself into looking at a sign. It was a bad choice on his part really, as he forgot that everything he was in Greek, and he’d have it easier if it were in hieroglyphics. “Uh.. you know how to read this..?” He asked the stranger, and his brown eyes looked at him.

“It says, next ship is on Tuesday.”

“T-Tuesday?! No no no.. really?” And when the man in front of him didn’t make any remark, he took it as a yes. “Can’t believe..” He would slump down if there was a wall behind him. But no there wasn’t, he would have tripped and fell on his back.

The wedding’s on Sunday.

As Steven wallows in misery, with no second plan in sight, the stranger only stares at him. It was like a hyena waiting to pounce on prey; static with impatience. Hand on the rope, loosening his hold, he tossed it to the boat- which makes Steven realize that it actually wasn’t random- it had purpose. He felt stupid.

But as he looked to where it was tossed, his eyes widened a little, it was a boat. Built to resemble metal, it was cladded grey with the most random sized screws bolted at each plate. With the basic things a ship would have present, the differences being that this had a figurehead of a majestic mudhorn, with its horn out and its realistic face with a scary scowl, it made him think that it could’ve belonged to a museum, or at least a gallery.

He also noticed the words “Razor Crest” bolted to the side with a modern font. Small but readable enough to let everyone know the name of this boat. It‘s got quite a ring to it, Steven thought as he marvelled at the ship. It’s not everyday you’ll see a leather knight with his steel horse-boat.

It was as if the stranger knew the look behind Steven’s eyes, because what he said next was.. sudden.

“I’m not a taxi service.”

“I’m sorry?-“

“But I’ll have you hop in,” He suggested, “Just.. don’t make a mess.”

“I- uh—“ He didn’t have time to fully process but he replied in the best way he could. “Gotcha.. err-“

“Mando,” He guessed it was some sort of street name. Was he even using that right? Steven wondered. “Mando is fine.” He added in, gesturing for him to come in. His arm slung unto his baggage, he carefully -practically- leaped himself onto the unstable boat, making it even sway further by the water.

“Sorry— Uh-huh, gotcha,” He repeated, “The name's- bugger-“ The ship rocked along with the waters, making him almost fall flat to his face. “-Steven then. With a V.” Mando only nodded at him before going further into the cockpit, leaving him alone near the platform by the back. Looking at the wall, he saw a familiar piece of paper, he was no peeper, but he felt an itch underneath his fingers, the want to see. That was always his weakness; curiosity.

Coming closer, he managed to finally get a peek. And it only took two letters for him to realize.

“So uh… You’re here for the weddin’ too right?”

Silence. Pure silence. As if he were dead.

Now as he thinks that.. is he even actually alive? What if he was just some robot coded to say some basic sentences to some lost cargo boy (him to be exact) and he’s been an idiot trying to strike a conversation with him the whole time?

Okay.. I’m gettin’ ahead of myself. He thought, no wonder his highschool teacher tried to drag him to drama club, he would have fitted in.. If it weren’t for him stuttering each line out of anxiousness.

He looks back at the figure who looked ahead, not bothering to give him an indifferent look. A sigh emanated from his throat.

This long boat ride was gonna stretch itself, wasn’t it?

-x-

The waters were extra rocky today, that’s for sure.

Mando- or more properly— Din, was sure that it was low tide. But here he was, the Razor Crest on the verge of tumbling down like a fallen jar from some mom’s cupboard, with a stranger nonetheless.

That same stranger was by the railing, holdin on for dear life as he visibly tucked in the urge to puke his guts out to the sea.

He has no idea what came over him, why he decided spontaneously to let this poor sod in. Maybe because of pity? Most definitely, Din thought.

The man- no Steven, had a charm to make others pity him, with that sad look on his face when he learnt that the next boat was on Monday rather than today- maybe he has problems with marking dates, Din will never know. Pity huh, at least that’s what the man in a leather jacket thought or felt, to be more specific.

The last time he felt pity was when someone cried over losing a mock lottery ticket because it caused ten ginger candies from their own friend. And that was.. ages ago, twenty years from now. And that someone was you. He still remembers it, you wanted to scratch off the lead off of that ticket, where you could win from a stitched blanket, or some cute knick knacks from the mainland market.

“I could have gotten one of those penguin plant pots!” You wailed out, “They were adorable!”

“The ones Izzie sells?”

“Those exact ones! With cute little props and costumes.. Gah! I coulda gotten one..”

“You could buy one from her store itself.”

“C’mon now, Din!” He liked how you say his name. Light-hearted, airy, as if it were cute. “Free stuff is something we shouldn’t pass up on! Especially if it's cute shiny porcelain!”

With that said, three days later, right at your doorstep, you wake up to a package- and inside it was those same penguin plant pots, and in your favorite color too. Attached was a note saying: Don’t worry, for you, these are free. -D.

Just from that signature, you knew it was him.

For Din, it was genuinely a spontaneous buy, and no wonder you wanted to get one free, they were fucking expensive, then again they were pretty. So once he saw them perched up at Izzie’s shelves, he instinctively went to his wallet and boom! He bought at least two

One that reminded him of you, as if they pottered up a mini penguin who just resembles your most notable things about yourself. Even had a prop of your trusty tool for your little hobby. And the other was the one who was basically him, it even had a leather jacket, and he was sure he needed to get it.

Definitely for no other reason.

His mind suddenly snaps out from the trance, as his body relaxes from the now peaceful waters. It made him be chucked out from his little walkthrough through memory lane, punching down a stop button as he heard loud thuds! “You all right?” He raises his voice, hoping that the man could hear him from the end of the boat.

“Yeah- pretty peachy yeah- wait no- actually- gimme a sec— Crap no- no- the diary— shit-“ More rummaging by the rear, Din calms (not really). With seagulls screeching out and the winds roaring through his ears, they were the only sound that rushed through that tranquility, which stops as the quiet seeps through the cracks. “Hey? Steven?” He calls out, concerned with his tag-a-long.

The silence just continues; it was just a storm being brewed right at the two of them— Confusion and fear bubbled through Din. Did Steven get thrown off the boat? He better not have- He can’t have a guest literally drown under his (not so) watchful eye. That would be bad taxi service.

Ok maybe he really needs to stop referencing that joke, it was only relevant around two years ago, when Peli actually made it funny. To some extent.

Getting out of seat, he swiftly walks by, searching for his companion. Looking back at the nooks and sides, nothing, he even looked up at the roof, and there were nothing but a few gulls perched up like it's their nests. He didn’t bother to shoo them away, they’ll fly out once the boat moves again.

But he was really growing anxious, like palm-sweaty worries. Where the hell could this guy have gone? In this whole ship? Especially when most of the rooms are locked?

Guard raising higher, not only was he tense, he was growing some sort of suspicion. He was growing distrustful. Genuinely he didn’t want to feel that way for this poor man, especially with his pitiful display earlier, but what if that was all a trick? He didn’t like the thought of that.

Din finally catches a figure by the corner of his eye. It was Mister Stoaway, resting his forearms at the railing of the boat as his hands fidget on his sleeve.

Relief washed over Din. “That’s where you were.” Was all he said, approaching him. “You were too silent, made me think you got thrown overboard.” He added in to ease the quiet.

But something felt off, he noticed. Something felt very wrong. As if the air shifted from the cool breeze to burning hot.

“¡Dónde coño estoy?” (Where the fuck am I?!)

Now this. This is where Din gets confused. Even more confused with his silence, because, wasn't this man British earlier??

“I don’t understa—“

“No te lo vuelvo a repetir, pendejo.” (I won’t repeat myself, dumbass.) He said, leaving no room for any excuse nor any sorries. “¿Dónde estoy yo? Y ¿Quién cojones son vosotros?” (Where am I? And who the fuck are you?)

Shit, how was he going to deal with this? The man was literally on the verge of tears earlier about a damn water taxi schedule, and now he’s a raging man spitting out Spanish- a language he does not understand, mind you- what the fuck happened? And as he gets pestered continually with angry questions in a whole ‘nother language, he finally understood with his slight regret.

Don’t take in strangers.

-x-

Evie squawked at you, “Gods! With all that marriage talk, I’m still surprised you out of all people never got married.”

“Oh we’re not delving on that topic, Eves.”

You look at your side, seeing one of your employees struggling with carrying a few boxes. “Hold on a sec-“ You come closer and pick up one of them, trampling your way to the kitchen then back to the courtyard. Another came up to you, asking you things on the lines about “fixing” and “windows.”

Your two accomplices just looked at you at once. Somewhat. As you peeked, you knew what that meant, they were concerned, maybe they thought you were overworking. Which you are. For fifteen years. “Now where was I? Ah yeah, you already know the drill. Marriage is not- and will never be for me.”

Anne didn’t seem keen on putting such a topic just yet,deciding to just quip. “Aye, ya say that but you got yaself a kid, things can definitely change.”

“Anne… That’s different.”

“C’mon, ya’ve been on this rock for more than a decade yet ya still haven’t found anyone?” Anne cried out. “That’s a little tragic now that Anne says it like that..” Evie mused, earning a wince from you. Wow alright, that does sound bad.

But sometimes -well maybe most of the time- you like to be in denial. “It’s really not you two, really I have the hotel with me and Luka, and besides-“ A pause threatening to leave them on a cliffhanger. “I did try to.. once.”

“WHAT?!”

Your lips pursed, “Hush! You’re being too loud!”

“Well this is new to us!” Evie screeched, “How did it go?”

“I tried the uh- Tinder app.” You rolled your eyes once more, “It went absolutely nowhere,” You seemed mortified for even trying to get on that colossal mess of a platform. “When I was looking at some people there, one of them had their wedding photos as their profile! Wedding!”

They better just have used it on they looked ‘good’ -sure, lie to yourself he looked like a toerag, you thought-.. Maybe that was his ex-wife, or the guy just had such an ego thinking he can pull twice— you wouldn’t know, you wouldn’t dare to learn. No no, you told yourself, you’re better than this, curiosity will just bite you in the ass. You think.

“Besides- pssh- That’s already a giant red flag on its own!”

“More than a red flag than-“ Then Anne coughs, that’s when you caught on to her joke.

“You didn’t.”

“I just did.”

“I mean-“ You started laughing louder, “You aren’t wrong— Even Marc wouldn’t stoop so low-“ You stop yourself. Shit. Ceasing, you bit the inside of your cheek, and suddenly you had the urge to just hit your head with your palm, you were supposed to keep a secret ‘til you were on your grave.

“..Who do you mean… Marc?” It clicked on both of their heads at the same time, like a connected light switch.

“Uhm-“

“Gods, ya are full of surprises right now!” Anne yelled out, and you were sure if it weren’t for her sunglasses, you would see her bulging eye sockets out of pure shock. “Marc, MARC? WHO THE HELL IS HE?”

“Zip it!—“

“What happened to our code?! Telling everything and anything?!” Evie clutched her heart, as if she were betrayed and left bleeding out by a sullen lover. “Ladies- ladies— not here—“ You tried to say but your words got chopped off like fish as they both screeched in unison. “WHERE ELSE?” They butted all in at your face. Letting out an awkward laugh, you go. “Not here-“ You look around, seemingly alarmed. “Come on! Upstairs—“

“What about the wedding plans? Introductions! To the two brides?!”

“Those lovebirds can wait- let them be lovey-dovey—“ Dragging yourself upstairs, up to the third floor, to your room. They were screaming, and gods you wished you knew how to keep your mouth shut, now you have questions to deal with, answers to tend to.

Staircase after staircase, you drag these two with you, ignoring each gsp and yell they have from the creaking wooden planks. Maybe next time you’ll fix it, maybe next time you’ll replace the material. It’s always a “next time.” But you know you don’t have many of those in life. You had enough of running, maybe it's time to settle and let it out for once.

Finally right at your bedroom door, you bust it open, rushing yourself to your bedside table. Your hands feasting itself to your chase, you try to find your most hidden possession.

Your diary from twenty years ago.

“Damn- I don’t remember putting this here, oh whatever—“ But before you could even say anything else, Evie took the diary from you, making you yelp. “Hey, give it back!”

“I know you, and you’d definitely omit some details here given the chance!” She replied, Anne only trudged right next to Evie, already wanting to know the details. “It’s only fair you give us the truth, the whole truth.”

“Fine! Do what you will! Just—“ But before you could continue, Evie goes. “April 3- A Drive. A fucking drive. Wow, so interesting.”

“-Don’t read it out loud. Darn. Nevermind.” You only earn yourself giggles like teenagers. This was like all of those sleep-overs you had with them back then, when you all were still boy-crazy and Anne was actually still in the dating field.As the two were right at your bed, you followed, laying down chest first to your blankets.

“Let her have her fun.” Anne cheekily whispers to you, making you roll your eyes jokingly. Evie coughs out almost obnoxiously, making you two snap your heads in her direction, and she continues.

“Din suddenly asked me to go for a drive with him. A bloody motor ride. Honestly I thought he wanted to pick up something when he first asked me but it wasn’t? He said he felt- impulsive. And oh how I wish maybe sometimes he would be impulsive all the time.

But it was a weird thing to ask- I mean- none of us had a car. How would that work? I asked him, but he only winked, something I've never seen him do, but I welcome it. Suddenly BAM! I went to the parking lot with him and there was a motorcycle. I yelled and laughed with him in surprise as he held me up on it. Sweet, it was.. endearing.

Though his hand is well- occupied, seating my face by his shoulder works too. The comfort of him just letting me rest by him as he drove us all around the mainland until the docks, it felt.. nice. Just the view, and the two of us, shoulder by shoulder. Hand in hand.

He’s a simple man, never was a romantic, but damn it, I loved his effort in trying. It made me think that he really likes me. and I hope he knows I like him too.”

“Ooooooo cheeky.”

“Shut it.” You were gonna have your eyeballs fall off if you keep on rolling your eyes. Evie only chuckles- or err, more of a squeak.

“Fine fine, ahem— April 8- Wow.

Marc. Fucking. Spector. Taking me on a picnic? Well that sounds unreal to me. Until now that is.

He took me to the south of the island, and up I see is the most romantic thing I think he’s ever done. All on that little blanket, he got me the foods I’d talk about that I’ve been wanting to try, and everytime I wouldn’t like something, he laughs and fakes disgust with me, even when it was obvious that he liked them.

I wasn’t a fan of one of the seafood dishes, so I couldn't really recall the name, though I thought I was gonna gag from it. I saw him like the dish, I know, seriously? Marc Spector, liking something? Well I like to think I’m one of those things Yes he actually does. But how?

I could tell if he liked them of course. It’s a little secret just for me to keep, but there would be a little dimple that would come up right by his cheek, and a little sparkle in his eye. It’s cute. But every time he’d smile over something.. he hides it with a smirk.

He thinks he can fool me, but I can see through it. He was the type of guy to wear a tough exterior, even if he tries to hide it with fake sneers and eye rolls, I can and will always tell, maybe because I’m observant with him.”

Evie only gives you a look before continuing again. You give one back as a warning.

“April 12- I forgot about the festival.

Well until Jake suddenly invited me as he was delivering some stuff to my dad. Well technically he was helping out earlier, apparently dad said it was for summer money, but sincerely I think otherwise, maybe for me? or maybe that’s just me wanting to dream.

The festival was a lovely event. The decorations that stashed itself to the booths, and the mainland’s plaza were so gorgeous, as if you were walking through the night sky, by the stars. But rather than that, we joined onto the festivities, the singing and dancing. And wow, I must say he’s a good singer.

He was literally singing my favorite song, I’m even surprised he remembered, was it that special to him as it was to me?requesting the musicians to help him out. God I felt like I was some sort of school girl with a man crush because I was going red. Like, if you were to dye a pure white shirt red, it’d be just as bright. It was just- so unexpected, I would have never thought of him singing. But when he did, it was just- I have no words. It was good. Great. That’s all I can say.

He also choired along the singers, dragging me along gently to the plaza’s middle, right with the dancing people. They all played songs for romantic dances, for family ensembles and we both were invited, our arms always locked in together not to get lost, he would say. But that tone of his, it makes me believe that it also means something else, but I might be overthinking it.

When the third dance ended, we rushed away from the dance floor, gasping and racing each other as he rushed to the stalls while he had me chase after him. And as much as this man was fit, god damn it, he was fucking fast, he had me running as if I were in the Olympics.

By the time I reached him, he had his hand clasped tightly, and once I fully looked, there was a necklace with a sun pendant in his hand. And as he wraps it around my neck with that handsome smirk he always wears, he tells me.

Eres el sol para mi luna.

I don’t know what it means, I’ve tried to ask but he only winks. From the way he said it, it sounded.. sweet, but how would I know? Whatever it meant, luna means moon and sol means sun.. I could assume from el and mi… the sun.. my moon.

I don’t want to assume but.. is it a love confession? That.. deep? Would Jake do such a thing? Or am I just making a big deal? I hope it was, if it were, I would be over the moon.. literally.

“Sois las estrellas de mi luna..” Evie repeats, it was strange to hear that from someone else’s voice, it felt.. too weird. To the point that it felt traitorous, and for what reason? You couldn’t pinpoint why.

“Is the necklace the one you always wear nowadays?” And your nod was the only answer she received.

“Alright then… April 17- Why am I so surprised of Steven asking me on a date?

I guess because I’d be the one asking him usually, well.. I didn’t mind, so it was fine. But damn, I could get used to this.

He pointed at the moon, and he would tell me stories. Crafting it with artistic words and with a bright story-telling grin on his face. He was always animated, talking as his hands made its way through the air, marvelling as he narrates his favorite story. (it was the Myth of Khonshu, known Pathfinder he would add) He would marvel at how the god paved ways for travellers in the night in the desert, shining the moon brightly for light, and making paths for them to walk in sand.

Even if I couldn’t see it, my imaginations soared from him. Usually I sometimes hate it when people chatter too much, it makes me think that they’re all wasting my time.

And honestly this wasn’t the type of date I expected, but its him, it’s something he would do. It’s a Steven thing and that’s why its so special.

And that’s also why even though it was just another retelling of this story, I couldn’t help but listen with heart eyes. It felt easy to listen, and for once, I actually wanted him to talk for hours. and only him specifically. And how can I not listen to him? I do get to see that adorable twinkle in his eye. He’s a nerd after all. A cute one too.”

And that was the last diary entry, only those experiences you obviously cherished, especially when you kept this journal right by you. Evie then closed the diary, and looks at you again.

“.. What happened to all of them?”

“I..” You kept it far behind your mind for so long, you didn’t know where to start. Bug now the lock is finally now being picked, with rust collecting, its snapping open slowly. “I.. It’s a little difficult, it just .. happened.”

Difficulty makes everything hard just to finally shut this chapter off of your life. To end this wonder you have in your mind, to finally end the questions in your mind, on why?

Evie stood up, opening the double doors to your balcony. You trample your way right outside, holding on to the railing, the other only looked at you, and you hoped it wasn’t pity. You didn’t need that. All you need maybe, was closure. Maybe to see them.

No. Absolutely not. You are not going to turn back to the pages of your life, you need to skim forward. Because that’s the right thing to do right?

But as you look down, you see them. Right outside your hotel. At the fucking lobby.

“What. The. Fuck.”

Well maybe you need to revise a page or two.

There they were, Din, with his leather jacket and.. no. Was that..? No no, he acted differently, you knew how he acted. This, this was Jake. Oh god. Memories flood back in like a supposed secure dam just cracked.

“What— What’s going on?-“ One of them says, but it just blurs out, not bothering to respond to them. You were already running down the stairs, not bothering to hear your friends out. Like a madman, you felt adrenaline rush through you.

Your heart pumped with excitement, you found a new mission. Don’t let this go. You can’t miss this- no, absolutely not.

One two three, one two three, you count in your head with each heavy breath, and finally on the last flight of stairs, you skip a few steps and just quicken the pace. Hopping off from the last tread, you didn’t realize that they were already by the front door, and that you almost headbutted straight through them.

But still- thank fuck. You didn’t miss it. One of their hands clutching both your arms, balancing you from your rushing. Looking up, you didn’t miss how Din looked at you with a change from his rigid posture, the awkwardness fading so quickly. How you would have missed Jake’s shine in his eyes if you weren’t as observant as you were, as it was something that doesn’t appear as easy as you would think.

“You still make a grand entrance, mi sol.” (my sun)

You would usually make a comment, just to tip Jake off a little from his balance. But you didn’t, instead you really threw him off by just grabbing his shoulder and pulling him- along with a surprised Din who yelped- to a giant hug.

You breathe in, into the warmths of them. It was as if you were afraid to let go, that they’d disappear from your sight, and that you would never feel their skin right by yours ever again if you wrench your hands away.

“You alright?” Din asks you, you only weakly chuckle.

“I just- missed you guys so much.” You inhale again, “Mi querida/o (My darling), I’m here now. We’re here now.”

The rays of the sun shine through you, and the past continues to enter your mind, like a stream. You didn’t bother to ask why they were here, it could have been a trick of fate, but you could care less, the only thing that mattered was that they’re here. With you.

“Yeah. Yeah, I know.”

And it was April, summer.. all over again.

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