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Call Me Babe For The Weekend - A Prologue, Of Sorts?

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I... Did not think I would come back to this. [And past this point, I don’t think I will!] But! This wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it. So here you go. It’s a little bit later than I wanted - I wanted to post it a year to the day of the last chapter, or a year to the day of the day after the last chapter. But... It is what it is.

I’m also going to add this in to the main masterlist, at the bottom of the chapter list because I don’t want to add it in as a ‘new thing’ when really it’s not. I’m also going to badge it as a ‘Deleted Scene’ - because it is. I’m also not sure that it came out quite as I thought it would but... I’m not totally unhappy with it. Not 100% happy but not unhappy enough to not post it.

A Prologue, Of Sorts aka A Deleted Scene.

“Good morning Shelly sweetheart.” Shelly closed the door of her grandparents’ tailors behind her and smiled brightly at the older woman sitting at the desk at the front of the shop. “Good morning grandmama.” “I didn’t think we’d be seeing you today,” Rosie, her grandmother, hummed as the younger girl joined her behind the desk. “Oh, you know that’s silly, I always end up here,” Shelly hugged her grandmother from behind, resting her chin gently on the older Sketcher’s shoulder, looking over it to see what she was looking at. “What’s on the books for today?” Rosie leant her head against her granddaughter’s and pulled the appointment book out from under a few sheets of paper to let Shelly look over the pages. “Not many actual appointments,” Rosie said quietly. “But we’ve got enough work to be doing anyway, so it’s not a big deal.” Shelly hummed, not sure how to feel about that. “Grandma, business is okay, isn’t it?” “Of course sweetheart,” she patted Shelly’s hands, feeling the girl let her go to stand up straight. “I promise that we’re alright.” She noticed that her granddaughter didn’t look completely convinced. “Now now Little Miss,” she raised an eyebrow at Shelly. “You can go and ask your grandfather to show you the other books if you don’t believe me. Or you can go and see the work in progress rack.” Shelly bit her bottom lip, a little scolded. “No, no it’s alright but… You would tell me if we were in trouble, right?” Rosie sighed very softly and moved to her feet, looking at her granddaughter. “Darling. You don’t need to worry about these matters. We’re alright.” “But if you weren’t -” She stopped Shelly mid sentence by cupping her hands around Shelly’s cheeks. “Sweetheart. We’re good. You do not need to worry about us. Okay?” Shelly nodded once. “I’ll try not to worry, but you know I can’t help it.” “Hm, yes, you are very much your mother’s daughter.” The younger girl didn’t have a chance to say anything to that because her grandfather appeared from one of the rooms at the back of the shop, in the middle of a conversation on the phone. “Of course, that shouldn’t be a problem, let me just double check the books -” At these words, Rosie handed her husband the appointment book, getting a smile from him in response. Alexander flicked through a few pages, looking back at the page for that day before speaking again. “Oh no, absolutely. We can fit you in whenever you’d like.” Shelly glanced over at her grandmother and mouthed a ‘what’s going on?’ Rosie shook her head in a ‘I’m not sure’ response and they both turned back to the Sketcher patriarch. “Today is absolutely fine,” Alexander said into the phone. “We can move a few things around for you, sure thing - what time were you thinking?” “What’s he going on about?” Shelly almost whispered into her grandmother’s ear. “He’s making it seem like we’re a little busier than we are,” she replied just as quietly. “Appointment wise anyway. And he’s making it seem like we’re doing this client a big favour.” “Who is it?” “I’m not completely sure, but I have a hunch.” They both turned to Alexander as he spoke again. “Of course that’s not a problem.” Roise raised her eyebrows, which Shelly noticed. She frowned at her grandmother, asking questions without words. The older woman shook her head slightly before nodding towards Alexander as if to say; “just wait a second.” “My pleasure Mr. Way, we’ll see you later.” Both women waited until the patriarch had hung up the phone before Rosie cleared her throat. “Mr. Way?” Alexander nodded. “He’s coming in today?” Rosie continued, getting another nod. “What for?” “The usual; it’s not urgent and he even said so,” Alexander scribbled in the appointment book for a moment. “But as you heard, I’ve said that we can see him today.” His wife hummed. “Well, he is a well paying client, so that makes sense.” Shelly blinked. “Um, who?” “Oh, hey Sea-Shell,” Alexander straightened up and moved to hug his granddaughter in greeting, smiling when she hugged him back quite tightly. “I didn’t think you were due in today?” “Mm, no I wasn’t, but I decided to anyway.” He held her, gently at arms’ length, giving her A Look. “Shelly…” Shelly blinked at him. “Yes?” “If you’re not supposed to be in, then you’re not supposed to be in. We give you the time off for a reason.” Rosie laughed as their granddaughter grinned up at her husband - a big, bright cheesy grin. “But grandpapa, I like being here, I like helping.” Alexander shook his head gently before leaning forward to kiss her forehead. “We love you for your helpfulness, but you really should take the time off.” “I know, I know, but I really don’t mind.” “Hmm…” She smiled up at him again. “Alright, you can stay for the day. You can come and help me sort the fitting room out for Mr. Way and when he gets here, we’ll see if he minds you shadowing.” Shelly blinked rapidly. “Okay, I can do that.” “I’ll let you know as soon as he gets here,” Rosie leant up to kiss her husband’s cheek. “Thank you, love,” he turned to Shelly. “Come on then, you little menace.” Shelly giggled and Rosie watched Shelly follow Alexander into one of the other rooms. She shook her head ever so slightly and started tidying the front desk. “Right,” Alexander took Shelly to one of the back fitting rooms; the larger of the two and they set about tidying it - not that it was untidy to begin with. “Obviously I’m going to get the client’s permission first, but I think this might be a good time for you to shadow me a little more closely than normal.” “Is this… Mr. Way?” Shelly glanced at her grandfather who nodded. “Is he special or something?” “Mr. Way is…” Alexander paused and watched his granddaughter check the table in the room - making sure it had the required tools they would normally need for altering garments, for example. “Well, there’s no other way to say it. He’s very rich. He actually buys quite a bit from us.” Shelly tilted her head, counting the table supplies but still listening. “He’s incredibly complimentary too,” he continued. “He seems to think that traditional tailoring is a lost art.” “Hmm,” Shelly muttered. “How long has he been coming here?” “Months, though I couldn’t say for certain how many,” Alexander beckoned the younger girl to follow him into the material room. “Your grandmother would be able to tell you for certain.” “How come I haven’t seen or heard of him before?” She started helping her grandfather sort out some samples of the newest fabrics. “Coincidence? He normally ends up coming in when you’re scheduled to be off.” “I guess I’m glad I stopped in today then,” Shelly watched her grandfather triple checking a measurement. “And doubly glad that I dressed for work and not just a visit.” He smiled up at her. “I’m very glad about that second one. He is a high tier client and impressions are important.” “Do you think he’d be the type to pull back his business if I was here in jeans?” “Hmn. I’m not sure. But truthfully, I wouldn’t want to risk it. I think he’s bringing in more business - we had someone call the other day who mentioned him,” he handed the new samples to her and watched her look over them. “So it makes sense to pretend to move schedules around, to be even more impeccably dressed than normal and to be on the most perfect of behaviours?” Shelly looked from the samples to her grandfather. “These are really nice, I really like them.” “Do you think they’ll be difficult to work with?” She shook her head. “No, I don’t think so.” Alexander nodded. “But yes, doing those things does make sense when it comes to Mr. Way, you’re very right.” Shelly hesitated for a moment, looking thoughtful as she nibbled her bottom lip. “Sea-Shell,” Alexander said quietly. “Don’t do that.” Shelly grinned a little at him. “Sorry grandpapa, I guess I'm a little nervous.” He frowned at her in question and she swallowed, glancing down at the fabric in her hands. “I’m worried that I’m going to mess up, that I’m going to ruin this for you somehow.” Alexander gently took the fabric samples from her and hugged her. “Don’t worry sweetheart. You’ve got no reason to worry.” Shelly huffed softly but hugged him back tightly. “I hope you’re right.” He drew back and gently held her by her arms. “Ashely.” Her eyes widened at the use of her full name - it wasn’t something she was really fond of, especially not coming from her grandparents. But she knew why he was using it and she looked a little guilty. “Don’t talk like that. You’ve never let me down before, I don’t see you starting now.” Shelly hugged him again, but tighter this time. “I’ll do my best.” “I know you will darling. You always do and your grandmother and I are always so proud of you.” She swallowed a little and moved to pick up the fabric samples again, taking a step back. “Do I need to put these in the fitting room?” “Yes, please. While you do that, I’ll see if I can find his file.” Shelly nodded and left the fabric room while her grandfather went to find the client’s file. She took a moment to make sure that the room was definitely tidy, stocked and spotless before heading to find him. Meanwhile, in the front of the store, Rosie heard the bell above the door chime softly and looked up from her papers on the desk. “Well, good day Mr. Way.” The well dressed, younger man closed the door behind him and nodded politely to the woman. “Hello ma’am.” Rosie tutted gently. “Now now, I’ve told you that you don’t need to call me that.” “It’s respectful ma’am,” he smiled a little more. “How are you? How’s your day been?” “Very pleasant, actually, thank you,” she hummed a little. “How about yours?” “Yeah, pretty decent, thank you.” Rosie was about to say something else but she heard the voices of her husband and her granddaughter moving closer to her from where they’d been at the back of the shop. She could hear the two in conversation but she wasn’t really paying too much attention to the words as she was actually more interested in the reaction of the other man. She glanced over at him, who looked ever so slightly confused - he had a slight frown on his face. This reminded Rosie that he hadn’t been present in the shop at the same time as her granddaughter. The pair entered the ‘reception’ area of the store and Alexander looked up. “Ah, Mr. Way, nice to see you,” he crossed the room in a few strides and shook the younger man’s hand. “I hope you haven’t been waiting for too long.” “Oh no, not long at all,” he shook the tailor’s hand warmly; because he was polite and actually, he respected this man. “I’ve pretty much only just arrived.” “I’m glad. Can we get you anything?” “No, thank you, I’m good.” Alexander nodded and stepped back, hearing Shelly clear her throat almost silently - he knew that she wasn’t doing it to draw attention to herself; she had other things she did to do that. “Ah, yes. Mr. Way, please let me introduce to you my granddaughter, Ashely.” Shelly shot her grandfather A Look at the use of her full name before she stepped forward to shake his hand. “Pleasure to meet you,” she said sweetly. “Likewise,” he said, shaking her hand. Her handshake was pretty firm actually, he noted, despite the softness of her hands. Rosie watched this with interest. She recognised the look on her granddaughter’s face as one of curiosity. Which is something she understood - Mr. Way was a very… Striking looking young man. Taller than both herself and her granddaughter (but then again, that wasn’t hard - every female in their family was short), an almost classical facial structure, pale skin paired with dark eyes… And the most unusual thing about him was the short, platinum (almost-white) blond hair. Clearly not his natural colour and certainly an… Interesting choice. The look on his face, as he looked at her granddaughter however, she couldn’t really read. She hoped that there was at least a shred of… Interest, there. Maybe. But he was definitely looking at her - Rosie might even say that he might be purposely looking at her. She wasn’t surprised in the slightest, her granddaughter was a very pretty young thing, and she sometimes garnered a lot of looks and attention because of that. Not that Shelly agreed with this, but Rosie knew, Rosie saw it. Not that she was trying to pair them up or anything of the sort - hell, she didn’t think Shelly would be completely impressed with him. She wasn’t always with the richer types - most of the time she thought that they could be a bit… Snobby (and truth be told, she was normally right - Rosie was very proud of how observant her granddaughter could be. But the girl would always more than happily admit if she was wrong. And Rosie was proud of her for that too.) “If you’re amenable to it, I would like her to shadow me today,” Alexander said, a tiny drop of nervousness in his voice. Mr. Way blinked rapidly for a few seconds. “That… That shouldn’t be an issue. That’s fine.” Alexander relaxed a little bit. “Thank you, we appreciate that. Would you like to get started?” “Sure thing.” “Would you like me to take your coat first, my dear?” Rosie asked him. “Oh, that’s kind of you.” He gently shrugged off his jacket and handed it to the older woman, smiling a tiny bit when she took it from him ever so gently before placing it on a hanger and then on the clothing rack by the door. He noticed that she purposely kept it away from the few other items on that rack. She did that every time he came here, and really, it was appreciated. Then again, look at where he was. They obviously knew the benefit of looking after well made clothing. Of course they did. The three headed to the fitting room that Alexander and Shelly had been tidying, where Alexander closed the door behind them and he started to measure Mr. Way again, Shelly taking down the numbers. She stayed quiet for the most part, sometimes getting her grandfather to repeat numbers, but otherwise just listening and observing. Just before they were going to start re-measuring for new shirts, Alexander’s phone started ringing. “I am so sorry Mr. Way, do you mind if I take this?” “Not at all, go ahead.” Alexander nodded gratefully and stepped out of the room, leaving his granddaughter alone with the man. Shelly had watched him leave before she cleared her throat softly and looked back down at the information sheet on her clipboard. “I haven’t seen you here before.” Shelly glanced up to see the man fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt as he looked at her. She tilted her head ever so slightly as she noticed that he was actually fiddling with his cufflinks. And those things looked fancy and expensive. She hummed for a moment as she considered her reply. “I just don’t think my schedule has ever coincided with one of your…” She paused and hesitated for a moment. “With one of your appointments, before. But I’ve been working with my grandparents for years.” He nodded. “Are you an apprentice, or do you work for them because they’re family?” “A little of both, I think,” she tucked some loose hair behind her ear. “I know how to do what they do, and I have my own, ah, specialty here? And I work here because I want to. Plus, I enjoy it.” “So, could you do what your grandfather does if you needed to?” Shelly thought about this, looking up at him instead of down at her sheet of numbers. “I think so, yes. Maybe not with his confidence, at least not at first, but I’m sure with some time I’d get there.” He nodded politely, not entirely sure why he was making conversation, but not totally hating it. He was about to enquire after her speciality when Alexander returned. “I’m sorry about that, suppliers, you know? So, where were we?” “A few more numbers and then the fabric choices, I think grandpapa,” Shelly said softly. “Ah, right, yes.” Much to Alexander’s delight - Shelly remained quiet and respectful towards Mr. Way. She was friendly and… Soft would be the right word, when she was spoken to. She watched her tone, was pleasant and complimentary when she could add something like that into the conversation; she didn’t do it unnecessarily. He always thought his granddaughter was good with people, good with the clients like that. She was very good at massaging their egos when it was needed; she had a very pleasing ‘customer service’ voice. He was, actually, grateful that apart from maybe a singular, raised eyebrow, she kept her opinions on the fabric choices to herself. He knew that she wasn’t best fond of at least one of the choices - she just thought it was a little… Ugly really, and he knew because she’d told him when they’d gotten a delivery of the fabric in question;

“The customer is always right, Shell,” Alexander had said to her.

“In a matter of taste,” she’d rolled her eyes playfully. “They have every right to buy the hat, or indeed fabric, I think is ugly, I know, I know.”

“Exactly.”

“But wouldn’t they want to know that it looks bad?”

Alexander had thought about this. “I don’t think the fabric will look bad on everyone, but there are better ways to go about telling them than telling them outright.”

She sighed. “I guess? But you know that if I had my way, we wouldn’t even have that fabric.”

He chuckled and wrapped his arm around her, hugging her gently. “I know dear, I know.”

She’d stood quietly, taking a few notes as her grandfather and Mr. Way had been talking about some styles or details that he’d wanted, but truthfully, she hadn’t been completely listening. Maybe she should’ve paid a little more attention to the conversation as a whole, but her brain was good at tuning in for the things she would need to know. She was pretty good at making it look like she was being fully attentive when she was only being partially attentive. That was a skill that she’d learnt and it was very useful with some of their clients. Once the final measurements and style discussions were over, Shelly followed behind the two men as Alexander showed Mr. Way to the door. She watched from a slight distance as the men shook hands, her grandfather promising to keep Mr. Way updated. She was slightly amused when her grandmother almost flirted with the younger man and her eyebrows rose when he took Rosie’s hand and kissed the back of it. Rosie giggled. “Not in front of my husband, good sir.” Mr. Way had flashed her a smile before looking over to Shelly. “It was nice to meet you.” Shelly blinked rapidly and straightened her spine before smiling at him. “Pleasure’s all mine.” He nodded politely, finished putting his coat on and said final goodbyes to her grandparents, before he left. Once the door had closed behind him, Shelly watched him walk past the front window; she could see that he had his hands in his pockets and he sort of kept his head down as he walked. That was… Interesting to her, but she didn’t know why. Rosie had turned to look at her granddaughter as soon as Mr. Way had left the shop, so she had seen her watch him go past the window, and she had seen the expression on Shelly’s face. “Little Miss, you look like you have something to say.” Shelly blinked rapidly, stopped leaning against the wall and straightened up. She huffed out a sigh. “Well. He’s not what I expected.” “Oh?” Rosie glanced at her husband as he went to write something down in one of the books on the front desk. “He’s younger than I thought he’d be,” Shelly said. “But that’s about it. He still seems as much of a…” She paused, searching for the right word. “Stuffed shirt as our other higher clients do.” Rosie couldn’t help it, she let out a soft snort just as Alexander full-named his granddaughter, causing the girl to wince. “Sorry,” she mumbled, tugging on the sleeves of her blouse a little. “But it’s true!” “Shelly…” Rosie shook her head slightly. “Well, at least you were quiet and polite when he was around,” Alexander rubbed a hand over his face. “I wouldn’t dream of being anything less,” Shelly shrugged a little. “For the business and all of that.” “Now now sweetheart,” Rosie tutted at her granddaughter. “I don’t think you should judge him so harshly. Or so quickly.” Shelly raised an eyebrow at her grandmother. “And why do you say that?” Rosie raised an eyebrow in response to Shelly. “Well, a couple of reasons, really. First, because it’s just polite to be open and not overly judgemental.” “Hmmm,” Shelly tucked some hair behind her ear and looked down at her shoes. “Secondly,” Rosie crossed the room and lifted Shelly’s chin. “He’s been coming here for a few months; he’s really not that bad.” “He’s very polite with your grandmother,” Alexander added quietly. Rosie cupped Shelly’s cheeks in her hands and gently squeezed them. “Give. The. Boy. A. Chance.” “It will do you some good to be a little more open Sea-Shell.” Shelly glanced over at her grandfather, her grandmother’s hands now resting on her shoulders. “If you’re not, it’s going to start showing in your words and in your attitude,” he continued. “What he’s trying to say, sweetheart,” Rosie interrupted gently. “Is that you need to watch yourself, just a bit. Please.” She sighed very softly. “Okay. I will try. And I’ll try to not be so judgy.” “We’re not saying that you have to be best buddies or anything,” Rosie said with a small nod. “But, be a little bit nice, okay? Be the soft, sweet and gentle young lady that I know you are. You’ve only met him once.” “I’ve already said that I’ll try,” Shelly said. “But, I know men of his age, of his type.” Alexander sighed. “Ashely.” “I’ll try, grandpapa, I will! I really will!” Rosie gently squeezed Shelly’s shoulders and let her go, watching her granddaughter follow her husband to the fabric room. “Shelly,” Alexander said softly. “He’s brought in a lot of money in the short amount of time he’s been a customer with us. And you might need to work with him without me at some point. So please… Just be nice.” “I will!” Shelly almost pouted at her grandfather. “You know I will be - I’m even really nice to those one or two who are a little bit creepy with me.” “And as soon as they do something within my earshot Shell, I’ll do something about it, you know I will, and it’s not that I don’t believe you, but I need to see or hear it myself.” “I know grandpa, I know.” Alexander watched her as she looked over the notes she’d made for Mr. Way’s order, comparing the new numbers to the old ones before she went to find the right pattern. He stayed in the doorway to the fabric room, just watching her as she pottered around, starting to gather everything they’d need. “I’m not going to do anything to cause him to stop being a customer grandpa,” she said quietly, going through fabrics. “I know, sweetheart. You do good; not only as a granddaughter, as an employee and as a human. We’re very proud of you and of the person, the woman you’ve become.” Shelly hummed softly, going a little bit pink. “Are you sure that you want to stay helping us?” He moved closer to check over everything that she’d gathered. “You know you don’t have to, you know.” “Grandpa,” Shelly looked up at him. “I love working here. I do it because I want to, because I enjoy it. I don’t feel like I have to.” Alexander studied her for what felt like a long time, but might have only been two minutes at the most. He sighed softly. “We don’t want you to feel like you’re trapped here, you know?” “I don’t feel that,” Shelly replied, not looking up from the sheets she was looking at. “I could never feel that. You and grandma are important to me, this place is important to me. I enjoy being a part of this.” “As long as you’re sure, Shelly.” “I am.” “Alright,” Alexander hummed for a moment. “Right, are you going to help me with this?” Over the next few months, Shelly was true to her word. That is, she was nice to Mr. Way - who’s first name she soon learnt was Gerard - whenever she was around during his appointments. Those two things - her shift times and his appointment times, soon started to overlap, whereas they hadn’t before. (It took her an embarrassing amount of time to figure that out, actually.) She was especially nice when her grandfather left her alone with the man, whether that was to help with measurements or so she could help with adjustments - she found it easier to do all the fabric tucking and all the pinning in place because her fingers were a little more nimble than her grandfather’s. His precision regarding measuring and cutting was unmatched though - he could eyeball measurements and 99.9% of the time get them spot on. Of course, he would always measure things out properly to be sure, but still. Shelly was pretty good, but not that good. She was certain that her grandfather had some kind of magic when it came to this stuff. The same went for her grandmother - that woman hardly ever seemed to poke herself with the pins. Shelly knew, because she watched, so she couldn’t even say that it was because her grandmother was so used to everything that she had thicker skin on her fingers. She probably did, but it wasn’t that. And at least, if her grandmother did poke herself, she never even muttered anything about it. Unlike Shelly, who ended up pricking herself a little during one such appointment with Gerard - Mr. Way. She hissed very slightly and muttered to herself under her breath. “Are you... Alright?” “Mm hm,” Shelly stuck the tip of her finger in her mouth for a second before wiping it on her skirt. “Just stabbed myself with a pin, that’s all. You don’t need to worry yourself. I’m always more likely to stab myself than our clients. You’re pretty safe.” “Just ‘pretty’ safe?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and trying to use the mirror to look at the girl pinning and tucking fabric at his back. “Well, I’ve been doing this a fairly long time, for my age, and I haven’t hurt anyone other than myself yet. I mean,” she paused to concentrate for a moment. “I’m not going to guarantee that you’re one hundred percent safe, that would be stupid.” “I suppose nothing is guaranteed to that certainty in the world,” he replied. “Except maybe death and taxes,” Shelly muttered. He snorted very slightly, clearly a little amused by this. “Hm! Yes, except maybe those.” She heard his amused sounding snort and couldn’t help but smile. That was progress, kinda. They had… Well, they weren’t conversations exactly, more like small exchanges of dialogue when they worked together; neither of them particularly attempted to prolong or initiate a conversation, but they did still speak to each other when the other said something, or when Shelly pricked her fingers, apparently. Truthfully, she didn’t mind it. She enjoyed working quietly - some of their other clients just… Spoke too much and sometimes it meant that she couldn’t concentrate. This one spoke to her grandfather more than her, and that meant that she could listen in while still working. She had noticed that she seemed to be soloing Gerard’s appointments more and more recently, which was an… Interesting development? Although she hoped that this wouldn’t be a permanent thing, as the man actually made her a little nervous. Not that she had given the reason why much thought - she tried not to give him much thought outside of work, to be completely honest. “Right,” she said quietly, taking a step back from him. “How are those adjustments?” Shelly decided not to confront her grandfather about the fact that she felt like he was leaving her to solo Mr. Way’s appointments more. For now at least. She decided to wait and see; to see if it continued or if the last few had been a coincidence, because knowing her luck, she’d confront her grandfather and it would turn out to just be a fluke or something. And then she’d feel bad. So she decided to just wait. She waited for a long time, and due to work commitments, she pretty much forgot about wanting to say anything. Some of these work commitments included more of Mr. Way’s appointments. Although less of these appointments involved Shelly working with Mr. Way on her own, which is another reason why asking her grandfather about the… Coincidences slipped her mind. She did, however, get a few chances to talk to the man a bit more; nothing too deep, or too soul-defining, but light conversations happened and… They were almost nice. They certainly weren’t like some of the things she had to endure with some other clients. He was very polite, maybe overly so, in comparison. It was after one such appointment that Shelly found herself being… Not quite cornered, but approached by her grandmother. She was in the little kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil when the other woman appeared in the doorway. Shelly smiled and immediately pulled out another mug to make her grandmother a drink as well. “Thank you darling,” Rosie said softly when Shelly handed her the mug. “Come and sit in the office with me? Your grandfather’s up front for a little bit.” Shelly nodded and followed behind her grandmother to the main office, both women sitting in the “visitor’s chairs” and putting their mugs on the desk next to them. “Okay,” Rosie settled comfortably. “How have you been finding working with Mr. Way?” Shelly thought about it, sipping her tea. “Quiet. He’s quiet. Kinda respectful, like, he doesn’t make the same sort of comments that some others do.” Rosie sighed, and shook her head gently. “Are you sure you’re alright with that?” “Eh, they’re just words, I can get over it.” The older woman looked at her granddaughter over her mug. “Ashely.” She winced. “I mean it! I’ll do something if it gets too bad, and I’ll definitely do something if they start getting physical, I promise - but until then, I don’t really want to rock the boat and risk losing them as clients.” “You know that your health, safety and well being are more important than the business? To both myself and your grandfather, right?” Rosie asked, leaning forward to put her hand on Shelly’s knee. “I know grandma, I know,” Shelly placed her hand over Rosie’s and squeezed gently. “I promise I’ll speak up if it gets too bad, or if I feel like I’ve had enough.” Rosie studied her granddaughter for a few minutes before nodding, deciding that she believed the younger girl. “Alright sweetheart.” Shelly just smiled, maybe a little relieved. It wasn’t that she was lying, because she wasn’t - she honestly would let them know if something was really getting that bad. “Now, back to Mr. Way.” “What about him?” Shelly rolled her eyes a little bit, playfully. “Working with him is just quiet?” Rosie sipped her drink. “Mm, well, yeah. He doesn’t talk much, or at least, when he does talk it’s nothing…” Shelly paused to think about it. “It’s not about anything I need to worry about concentrating on, really. It’s nothing deep and meaningful, but there’s bits of interest there.” “The fact that he’s having little conversations with you is a good thing. But he’s being nice to you, right?” Shelly nodded. “He’s not the same with me as he is with you.” Rosie chuckled. “He's very complimentary towards me.” “I’ve noticed! I like that though, I like that he doesn’t seem to talk down to you or anything, but he’s still pleasant and nice. And respectful!” Rosie nodded. “Keep talking to him Shell. He’s warming up to you, I think.” Shelly tutted and shook her head before she sipped her tea some more, not noticing the look her grandmother was giving her - which was paired with a raised eyebrow. “And what was that Little Miss?” Rosie tilted her head. “That noise and expression?” “I just… I don’t know,” she shrugged. “I still don’t like his type, because I do know his type. I’m grateful he’s so quiet, it means I can get my work regarding him done and get out as soon as possible to work on whatever’s next.” “Ashely,” Rosie watched her wince again - she really didn’t like being full-named like that. “You shouldn’t be judgemental.” “He hasn’t exactly proved me completely wrong though grandma,” she tried to argue. “I mean, yeah, he’s not as bad as he could be, and he’s not as bad as I thought but…” Shelly paused and shrugged. “There’s still time.” “Little Miss…” “Just because he’s not as bad to me… Doesn’t mean he’s a good person though,” the blonde shrugged gently. “Miss… Has he been bad to you?” Shelly shrunk back in her seat and shook her head. “No, not exactly.” “Shelly…” “Fine, not at all.” Rosie nodded. “That’s what I thought. You need to take a step back from those thoughts, you know.” “I know,” Shelly sighed deeply and adjusted her position in her chair. “I know. And I’m trying.” “You’re doing alright with not letting that seep through to how you talk to him, or how you are around him though.” Rosie nodded. “That’s good.” “Mm.“ Shelly grinned at her grandmother, both women standing to take their mugs to the kitchen. “I will admit one thing though.” Rosie raised an eyebrow in question. “And what is that?” “Well,” Shelly nibbled her bottom lip. “He’s not awful to look at, is he?”

#She Writes #CMBFTW #Gerard Way x OC

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sweetestofchaos · 1 year

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Blackthorn Ch 4 Teaser | M.YG

Pairing: Dragon Prince!Yoongi x Impundulu Princess!Keena Genre: Fluff AU: Soulmate, Strangers to Lovers, Fantasy, Arranged Marriage WC: 1.1K Warnings: None Rating: PG Summary: The Princess has started her lessons

a/n: Please keep in mind that this teaser isn’t betaed and will most likely be touched up once the finale edit is ready. Excuse any mistakes for now. Moodboard made by @egocypher.

In the palace, Princess Keena was back inside the room where her tutoring took place. Aga was on high alert, the threat of danger ever present in the forefront of his mind. The Princess waved Aga off as he tried to have her lessons canceled for the rest of the day. Aga wanted the Princess back in her room where no one could touch her. Princess Keena ignored Aga’s wishes for she understood that somehow she had done something wrong to upset the Prince. She wasn’t sure what but she knew that the Prince would explain himself in time.

Mingi knocked on the door and followed an older servant while they carried a tray of tea in. Aga watched the servant’s every movement as they prepared a fresh pot of tea for the Princess. Princess Keena thanked them softly and Mingi led them out the room before he shut the door. The Princess sipped at the tea and sighed as she felt Aga’s eyes on her.

“I am unharmed, Aga.”

“You could have been-”

"Nou pa rete sou te kapab genyen. Ou te anseye m sa." Aga huffed and sucked his teeth at the Princess’s words. He should have known that his wise words would be used against him one day. A knock at the door made Aga’s back stiffen and when the door slid open to reveal a man and women, Aga narrowed his eyes. They were dressed in matching sage and cream hanfu outfits and the Princess noticed that they both wore a single silver band on their ring fingers. The woman was taller than the man, he stood at her shoulders; they were very cute together. The woman had a flawless face, too perfect and smooth to be human while the man looked no less than average with a stocky build. They reminded the Princess of yin and yang; they complemented each other nicely.

The man looked surprised to see the Princess in the room as he carted a bunch of different instruments behind himself. His black hair was cut close to his head and the style made him look younger than what he most likely was. The man smiled all the same and bowed low with the woman beside him. Her mulberry hair was pulled back away from her face and hung in a single braid that just grazed the floor. The tips of her ears were pointed, and the Princess smiled politely. A human and an elf, she was pleased to see them together.

“Good day to you Princess. I am Hue Kwangseon and this is my wife Ellarian.”

“We will take turns teaching you the joyous music and dance of the Min Empire as well as the rest of the world!” Ellarian’s voice was light and sweet, fresh cotton in a spring breeze.

“I look forward to your tutelage,” the Princess beamed as she bowed her head.

“Please allow us to set up. We were not expecting your highness to be present,” Kwangseon explained and the Princess nodded her head.

“Take your time. I will do what I can to stay out of your way.”

Ellarian laughed at Kwangseon’s face flushed as he struggled to find a polite way to wave off the Princess’s words and failed. He ducked his head down and got to work on setting up the room with instruments while Ellarian made sure the center of the room was clear of anything that would cause harm while dancing. Aga watched as the husband and wife moved about the room, he stood his ground as the wife smiled at him and the Princess laughed to herself. Aga always had a hard time with females.

“What would you like to start with first, your highness? Dance or music?” Ellarian questioned and the Princess thought about it.

“Dance. I fear that I am not very skilled with instruments even from my own nation.” The Princess admitted and Aga choked on a laugh. It was true, the Princess could not play a single tune. Ellarian laughed softly and offered the Princess her hand to help her off the floor.

“We will start with a dance all ladies of the court learn for their coming of age. It is a mixture of a waltz and quickstep.” Ellarian explains as she steps away from the Princess. “Are you familiar with these terms, your highness?”

“I am not.”

“Wonderful! You will do well in your classes, your highness. It is much easier to create art from a blank canvas!” Ellarian raises her arms, a hand pointed out while the other is held out diagonally from her chest. “I will demonstrate the proper posture for this dance and I would like for you to focus on how my upper body moves.”

Kwangseon sits on the floor off to the side with a bendir drum in his lap. He offers the Princess a gentle smile before he starts tapping out a beat. Ellarian speaks as she dances, counting loud enough for the Princess to hear. Her steps are elegant as if she is dancing through the air alone with just the beat to support her weight. The Princess is memorized by the dance, it looked simple enough compared to the dances that she had learned from her own nation.

The dance came to its end and the Princess clapped her hands happily while Ellarian bowed. “Now! Let us see your form.”

The lesson went back and forth with dancing and music. Kwangseon didn’t look to be put off while his wife dominated the lesson. He was more than happy to provide the music for the dances. At the end of the lesson, Ellarian was more than pleased. The Princess’s form wasn’t perfect, and her footwork wasn’t sure, but she had tried and kept at it. Kwangseon left some homework for the Princess. She was to study a simple sheet of music and play it on the drums during the next lesson.

As the couple left, the Princess felt lighter. The incident from the garden no longer lingered at the forefront of her mind. She wondered if the lessons were switched for that very purpose and if so, who called for it? The Princess sat at the table and thought about the different people that she had meant so far that day. Escistan was filled with hybrids, species that shared their body with an animal’s spirit. Humans were commonplace as well but that was it. The Princess had only read about the other species that she had come in contact with. Elves, Oni and Siren’s had always felt like a myth to the Princess and to see them in person was an experience all in itself. The Princess was thankful for the chance to widen her knowledge from such fantastic tutors.

#blackthorn ch 4 teaser #soc yoongi #dragon yoongi #emperor yoongi #bts fantasy au #min yoongi x oc #min yoongi fic

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drakemire · 1 year

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Fire the headcannon! #01

About the meanings of names. Ganondorf. That the first component alludes to either "hate" or "curse" feels natural after finishing a particular game. I regard the initial Ganon as spiritual manifestation of the emotion flaring while the execration was voiced. For its more forceful tone and personal connotation, my preference picked "hate". Dorf is actually the word for "village" in my language. I tried to derive use from it, reflecting which qualities I associate with the concept. But "calm", "secluded", "sheltered" ring hardly appropriate for the King of Evil. Or do they? Is there not something that shall be secluded and sheltered within him as the reason for his existence, as concocted by the two who not only gifted him his names? Shall he not keep it calm until it grows potent enough to creep out of its cradle? My contemplation made relieving sense as I captured it in the result "harbour of hate". Agahnim. The sole full-blooded Gerudo with two parents living is given an additional name, and You may recognize this one. I noticed a similarity to "Ghirahim", therefore decided that Gerudo language is rooted in Demon's. All known with these names have the aptitude for magic in common, so the resembling parts - ahnim/ahim - I translated as "sorcerer". In the course of time, one n slipped between the letters, perhaps due to phonotactics. While "Ghir" absorbed the almost identical German "Gier" (greed) to make Ghirahim the "greedy magician", Aga should emphasize the ability. And the first attribute that flew to mind was … well, "first". Combining both "first one" as well as "first-class", no one versed in the language must doubt the "first sorcerer"'s magical competence. Dragmire. To achieve a compromise between this invention from Nintendo of America and my affection for it, I think of it as the name of Ganondorf's sire, the man who gave nearly the entire Gerudo population in Ocarina of Time its life. Out of traditional devotion to their father, strengthening the sister's bond, all descendants of one king wear his name. Even so, mostly the son gets addressed in this manner by representatives from the East. Amongst themselves, the practical women see no reason in doing so. Formerly assumed as "dragon", I must not ignore that Drag is built in NoA's second creation: "Mandrag" (of the enchanted thieves). Considering my vague grammar, "man" means "enchanted" as in "possessed by evil" and "drag" "thief". Mire seems like an ancient word for "might". "Thieves' impact" tells about the potential of the desert community, although ironic for Ganondorf. Koume & Kotake. The syllable their names share is as evident as the difference between these hags. Ko is a Latin allomorph - e.g. in "cooperation" - that means "together", "with". Adopting this, I added the respective element: The smooth sounding ume, the cracking take make them "with fire", "with ice". Two further seconds were spent to translate Twinrova as "twin witches". Nabooru. "No" and "not", "non" et "ne … pas", "nein" und "nicht" - Na sounds just like another word used for denying. Booru reminds me of German "verborgen" (hidden, concealed). I imagine it a naughty choice of Nabooru's mother to name her "uncovered", as one of wise foresight. Both expectations came true, for the daughter is neither covered by much cloth nor covering her mouth instead of complimenting the Hero or expressing her loathing towards Ganondorf. Twinrova pervert this meaning when they not only shroud her in a full-body armor, but also silence her loose tongue. Gerudo. Skyward Sword implies that the term is first bestowed upon a dragonfly, hence would my translation relate to the insect rather than the people. However, since Geldarm and Geldman are two sand-affiliated monsters which in Japanese are actually called Gerudo Āmu/Man, there remains little space for me to get creative. So, Geru became "desert", and do, shared with the designations for other Āmu, means "coming from". Because of the name-giver being a human or a Goron, this term is one of the few used in the arid West not based on Demon language.

#The Legend of Zelda #Ocarina of Time #Ganondorf #Nabooru #Kotake & Koume #Gerudo #Delivery Bag #headcanon #my bad

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redfoxline · 2 years

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Out of my Chest #2 - a FengQing ficlet

So, a few days ago I saw that tweet from Frace and couldn't get the idea out of my mind. (please see tweet here!!) I didn't have time for a full fic, so here comes the ficlet for my "Out of my chest" series. Thank you, pal, for feeding my creativity wheel!

Communication is key

Summary: Muqing and Fenxin developed a special non-verbal communication over the years and everyone goes "Huuuuh??" about it, especially Muqin's assholish boyfriend, who Fengxin hates and who Muqin wouldn't be really interested in dating in the first place, if he didn't think Fengxin was straight.

Fenxin and Muqing are friends - reluctant at first, but Muqing really wanted to make friends with the nice kid at school, and he needed to play nice with the stupid jock, so be it.

At first, both Muqing and Fenxin played nice (somewhat). However, Fenxin isn’t one to pretend and soon he regularly sends jabs at Muqing - Fenxin thinking Muqing only wants to be friends with Xielian because he’s the most popular kid at school. Things escalate, and soon Fenxin and Muqing are well-known for their constant fighting.

It gets so bad that, after a few months of teachers ignoring the problem, Xielian has to intervene to prevent more blood to be shed - Muqing still ends up at the hospital with two broken fingers while Muqing nurses his broken nose.

(Much, much later, they would reminisce how Fenxin’s nose ended up crooked and laugh about it.)

Hence, Fenxin and Muqing reverted to shooting death glare and mouth insults and threats at each other behind Xielian’s back.

One afternoon during their last year of high school, a fire starts and the whole building ends up in flames. Xielian save a kid from burning alive, but even his heroic action isn’t enough aga inst the blame placed on his parent's company. The XianLe company is big, specialized in manufacturing safety equipment, except all the fire alarms and extinguishers placed in the school ended up malfunctioning. The media take over the affair to make the Xianle company fall. Muqing and Fenxin, watching helplessly as their dear friend marches through a nightmare, do their best to get along so as to make Xielian’s suffering a little bit less hard and end up making real effort improving their relationship.

(The boy Xielian saved would become the man that would save Xielian from the street and become his husband much later on, but that’s a different story.)

Once they reach college, one could call Fenxin and Muqing best friends, even if they throw harsh words at each other.

After high school Fenxin and Muqing decide to room together to save money during college. Muqing because he has no choice, finance-wise, and FQ because he wants not to depend on his parent’s money for his daily expenses (they still pay his college fee though). Also, Fenxin is the only one who can deal with Muqing’s cleaning freak tendency. Fenxin knows Muqing’s childhood home was in the slums and the bad condition made Muqing’s mother really sick, so he understands the roots of Muqing’s fixation. Which doesn't make Fenxin less of a slacker to do the dishes.

Nevertheless, Fenxin and Muqing do try their earnest at accommodating each other, even when they pretend to do it out of obligation.

That’s when their secret silent language turns into something special.

Fenxin will say say a stupid joke and Muqing will shot him a deadpan look (‘I’m not impressed.’). Fenxin will frown (‘What?’). Muqing will squint (‘Your idiocy is showing.’) Fenxin will growl “You know what? Fuck you!”

During parties or gatherings, Muqing and Fenxin will always spend some time together people-watching and making fun of people they don’t like. Muqing’s eye will twitch at some girl’s way too heavy make-up (‘Oh my god that’s fucking bad’.) Fenxin will smirk (‘I bet even my stolen car didn’t get such a big paint job.’). Muqing’s lips will quiver, fighting a smile (‘At least your car had an excuse.’) Fenxin will laugh, loud and bright, then turn towards Muqing with a softer, teasing smile (‘Not everyone can be like you.’) and Muqing will scowl to hide the blush spreading on his cheek like a wildfire, but feeling damn proud of his eyeliner job.

Muqing will open the fridge to find his homemade cream gone. He will glare at Fenxin (‘I fucking know it’s you.’) Fenxin’s eyebrow will scrunch together (‘The fuck you’re on?’). MX’s eyes will shoot daggers (‘You fucking bastard ate it.’). Fenxin’s lips will curl up in a snarl (‘I fucking didn’t.’). Muqing will snap the fridge’s door closed, face hot from rage, glaring at Fenxin (‘Selfish bastard.’)Fenxin will yell after Muqing’s retrating’s back thatMuqing is a freaking psycho and that he should get his head checked.

(Later, Fenxin will realize that this weird-tasting guacamole wasn’t guacamole. He will apologize for eating Muqing’s homemade face cream by purchasing the most expensive, vegan moisturizer he’s able to find on the internet.)

Their friends are still startled when Fenxin and Muqing start shouting or bursting in laughter out of the blue, but they got used to it and pay them no mind.

There is, however, one thing: Muqing has a lot of boyfriends, and Fenxin likes absolutely none of them.

One could think it’s because Fenxin is the protective kind, especially towards those he holds dear, and he’s been friends with Muqing for a long time. However, a few people (including Xielian) know it’s because Fenxin has the biggest crush on Muqing. Fenxin denies it fervently everytime the subject is brought up, even if he preens whenever his friends refer to him as the “Muqing’s expert”.

One his side, Muqing has been in love with Fenxin since mid high school but he thinks Fenxin is straight, and that he’s not good enough for someone like Fenxin anyway. To Xielian’s dismay, Muqing has a lot of pride but very little self-esteem, so he tries to find love anywhere but in Fenxin’s arms.

Muqing’s boyfriends are often self-satisfied pricks, older guys with a lot of money who want someone very pretty in their arms that also sounds cultivated. They like to show Muqing off like he’s some prize, but only a few of them consider Muqing as someone truly smart, nor do they consider him for a long-lasting relationship. They often treat Muqing like trash as time goes on, at which point Muqing breaks off their relationship.

The fact that none of them are treating Muqing right is driving Fenxin absolutely nuts.

At some point, during someone's birthday party, Muqing brings his new boyfriend that he has been dating for a few weeks. For once, the guy is barely older than Muqing and seems decent, which is a relief for Muqing’s friends. Of course, Fenxin hates the guy the very instant he meets him.

Cue Muqing spotting a tiny fly stuck in the frosting of the piece of cake he’s given. He slightly frowns (‘That is utterly disgusting.’) Fenxin tilts his head on the side (‘What is?’). The fingers holding Muqing’s plate twitch (‘That.’). Fenxin spots the fly, huffs silently (‘Just remove it then.’). Muqing’s lips curl in disgust (‘No way. It’s all contaminated now that it touched it.’).

Muqing’s boyfriend is very confused as to why this guy suddenly exclaims “Oh, for fuck’s sake, jsut take mine!” as he shoves his plate in Muqing’s hands and takes Muqing’s for himself. Everyone looks entirely unperturbed by what occurred and Muqing is eating his newly acquired piece of cake as if nothing happened.

(Internally Muqing is thrilled because he knows he’s a bit unreasonable, but he was really disgusted by the fly and he didn’t want to cause a fuss or request another piece of cake. Especially since the cake is chocolate and cherry flavored. Of course, Fenxin knows it’s Muqing’s favorite, hence why he so easily exchanged their plates.)

After witnessing the silent exchanges happening several times, Boyfriend gets super jealous and feels quite like a third wheel. When he tries to mention it, Muqing acts like he doesn’t understand what Boyfriend is talking about!

Boyfriend starts thinking Muqing is cheating on him with Fenxin, but instead of breaking up with him, he wants Muqing to pay the offense to his pride. He cheats on Muqing and makes sure that Muqing finds out on social media by uploading pictures of him and his newly acquired fiancée at the restaurant, where he introduced her to his parents. (He had, of course, never mentioned Muqing to said parents.)

Muqing is devastated. Not because he loved his boyfriend but because, for once, he felt like his boyfriend was serious about him and Muqing liked him a lot, so Muqing had been ready to commit himself to this relationship.

When Boyfriend laughs at Muqing’s dismay and says his “Serves you right, you get what you dish” speech, Muqing is furious that his boyfriend’s reasons are so petty. Muqing feels betrayed, too, since he has never been unfaithful, and had even hid his love for Fenxin.

Cue (now ex-)Boyfriend being escorted out of the appartement Fenxin and Muqing share together. Except that Fenxin heard it all and he is livid. He rushes out to give Boyfriend a piece of his mind - and possibly shove his fists into Boyfriend’s face - but Muqing stops him.

To Ex-Boyfriend’s dismay, Fenxin and Muqing have an entire silent argument about it while Fenxin is still holding’s boyfriend by the collar after he gave him a black eye.

Several weeks pass. Fenxin is still thinking about EX-boyfriend’s reasons for breaking up with Muqing and he slowly realizes that his closeness with Muqing and their uncanny silent conversation are something that is past the friendship zone. And for their relationship to reach that stage, it probably means that Muqing likes Fenxin back.

Fenxin begins to notice all the little attention Muqing has for him, and how domestic their life together is. Fenxin craves for more and, suddenly, the thought of Muqing bringing a new boyfriend home is untolerable.

When Muqing comes back from work that evening, he finds Fenxin sitting on the couch, shoulders slumped and head in his hands. Finding it a bit strange, and quite worried, he asks Fenxin what’s wrong.

When Fenxin’s eyes level with Muqing’s, they scream (‘I love you.’)

Muqing is taken aback, drops in key in surprise and finds himself rooted on the floor, unable to move as Fenxin rises from his seat and strides across the room towards Muqing, before cradling Muqing’s face in his hands and kissing him soundly.

Muqing feels like he’s ascending. He’s confused, a bit scared, but entirely euphoric at being confessed to. Words fail Muqing when he’s released from the kiss and he looks up at Fenxin, not moving from the other man’s embrace.

Then Muqing smiles, unrestrained even if a bit shy, and Fenxin hears the “I love you too” loud and clear.

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"Out of my chest" series

PREVIOUS #1 'Kintsugi': Fengxing ficlet

#redfox writes or she tries to #out of my chest series #tgcf #fengqing #fengxin #muqing #tgcg fanfiction #My brain was fried after a day of adulting so I wrote this instead of working on actual projects lol #story of my life

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vvatchword · 1 year

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I thought I slowed down in March.

Nope

The top two screenshots are from the first of April--shared mostly for my March statistics. As of today, I’m already at 10,000 words for April. whoo

Plot-wise, I’m at the point where I’m filling in blanks, adding appropriate build-up for plot and characterization reasons, and most importantly, fixing timing. Unlike A Summer for Saya, which I wrote from beginning to end one chapter at a time, I wrote whatever interested me for the BioShock fic and then just tried to shunt bits in wherever they might fit. This has caused all kinds of mayhem, timeline-wise, but I just didn’t give a fuck.

“First draft privileges,” I said. And although I was right, aga;jaqe;bzpe

This is how Blanche de Glace’s party--which I used as an debut for Johnny Topside--fell on a Tuesday night completely by accident; naturally, I had to go fix this. I figured she’d be a fuckin drama queen and would be like, FRIDAY NIGHT BITCHES, if you have other plans you’re a square. go to my party or go to hell.

So now major plot points and character growth sections need to be culled, tightened, fixed--you name it, it needs doing. I kinda hate myself for writing out of order now tbh. I’d write up these perfect little sections that were completely self contained and now I have to break them apart and rework them entirely in some cases.

I’m using Aeon Timeline II, a fucking god-tier timeline program that is so complex that it breaks my brain. Blue events are in-story and usually aren’t canon; green signifies canon events without explicit dates where I used creative license (obviously it’s unclear exactly when Fontaine’s charities opened); red events are (usually) canon events with ties to the real world and historical events (in this case, I just turned it red because Jack is important); yellow events are historical events that are most likely to affect my characters. I’m going to add American and USSR events eventually and all that jazz.

And, of course, Timeline and Scrivener are pals and fit together like hand in glove, so I’m setting that up as we speak.

Closing the Uprising document now takes up to five minutes because of how much bullshit it needs to back up rofl. The only other document that takes longer is my Notes document, which takes about 10 minutes to close and sometimes crashes Scrivener when I try to open it.

#vvatchword #bioshock #fanfiction

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Fantasy AU Drabble -- Troubles with Voices

Hello frens, I have come from the depths of hell to post a drabble!... that will not make sense without @unborderedreflection's Fantasy AU and instead features my OG muse, Zig!

Sorry for the hold-up with replies, they will come swiftly! But when I was allowed to find a way to worm the very-Xillia-2-character Zig into an AU, my brain had to take it. Know he is inevitable no matter my X2 canon.

Today's mission sure was special... in how much it was proceeding to suck.

The premise sounded promising at the time: President Bakur wanted a small team to infiltrate Rieze Maxia and capture a larger fae which supposedly showed it face a few days ago. At the same time, they were to test Spirius' newest creation, the mini-Lances of Kresnik. It showed effect on lesser entities and humans, so if could drain and contain the mana from a larger fae? Mass-producing these would be Spirius' first priority.

Their search point happened to be something they called the Nia Khera Spiritway, due to its 'high spiritual concentration', whatever that meant. A couple monsters jumped out along the path, but for the most part? The trip wasn't anything special. At this rate, they'd be chasing their own tails for hours until this thing got sick of them stomping around.

When everyone warned me this was a 'dangerous mission', I didn't think the danger would be mind-numbing tedium. Zig moaned in his head, somehow missing the awkward exchange at Trigleph Seahaven. And back there he was basically a circus monkey, summoning tiny flames every time someone suspected their group weren't real Rieze Maxians. If this kept up, he might just whine and ask if they could take a lunch break just so there was something to break this up!

'Cease your crusade.' A voice whispered mere inches away from his ear--

--But when Zig checked over his shoulder, he saw nothing but trees and their rear guard, Agent Kriska. When they locked eyes, Kriska checked around and then looked back at him.

"Did you see something, Agent Kraft?"

"I thought I heard someone right behind me, but guess I imagined it," Zig dismissed the concern. "Honestly, I thought this mission would be more exciting. Everyone hypes the fae as deadly threats, yet our mark hasn't even tried to scare us off."

"Maybe they've wised up to the danger humans can finally pose," Kriska laughed to herself. "Just give it time; we'll get to your favorite part of the job soon enough."

"Stabbing the target's the only part I'm good at; why look forward to the rest where I'm as useful as a plank of wood?"

Kriska rolled her eyes at him, though her smile persisted. The others didn't comment on the banter, so no harm done as the two returned to the task at hand.

'You don't know the consequences of your actions.' The voice spoke to him aga--no, wait, this one sounded deeper. Though with Kriska still quiet, it had to be another false alarm. Zig wouldn't let this voice bother him like the first and let it pass.

'Denying our words will not silence us, human.' Another one? Damn, the boredom was really setting in. As long as he ignored it, it'd all blow over.

'We know you can hear us.'

'You'll met your end if you continue blindly walking forward.'

The lone voices now conjoined into a growing crowd talking over each other. Tuning them out became impossible, their noise slowly overloading his senses. Soon their voices left his head in a vice, everything around him fading into a blank void full of images and lights Zig couldn't begin to comprehend.

'Turn back, human.'

'Disrupting the balance of the fae will do your kind no good.'

'The gates are to be left alone. Humans who enter will be forever changed.'

'What do you hope to accomplish once you've detained us?'

'Our kind wish no harm on you. Can you not return the courtesy?'

'If you can hear us, it is not too late. Return home.'

"Stop it! I don't want to hear it!" Zig could feel himself shouting, but he couldn't hear his voice over the noise. "I do what I think is right, no matter what anyone thinks!"

The more he protested, the louder everything grounded into his head.

"I SAID I DON'T CARE! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE--!"

"--ZIG, SNAP OUT OF IT!" The fake world melted around Zig in an instant, leaving the blurry face of what looked like Kriska standing in front of him and snapping her fingers.

"...Sorry, was I acting strange?"

"You had us worried to death!" Ugh, the last thing Zig needed: more yelling. At least it wasn't directly in his ear unlike the... whatever the hell happened a second ago. "No matter how much we kept talking to you, you wouldn't move or even acknowledge us! We thought you got possessed or something."

He'd been standing in one spot the whole time? So he hadn't been transported to some other world at any point? Kriska and the others wouldn't lie if they were concerned, but surely some of that had to be real... right?

Though once Zig thought about it, neither option sounded good for his sanity: either everything was a horrible trick of the mind, or the fae would continue to hound him until he bent to their will and ditched his allies. Well, the reason didn't matter right now. The sooner they captured the target, the sooner Zig could sit down and figure out what's going on in his head.

"I'm fine, nor is anything possessing me," Zig said, though his heart wasn't in his response for once. "I just can't stop thinking what'll happen when the fae does show up. Their powers are always a mystery."

"Is that all? Don't even worry about it-- the Lance can dispel whatever voodoo these fae can throw at us," The Agent handing their mini-Lance, Valen, boasted, "Just keep it busy, then we'll suck the mana out of it and capture it. It'll be like fighting any old monster."

"If it's that simple, why don't you take point, Valen?" Kriska called Kozel's bluff.

"As if either you or Zig'd know how to point this thing the right way--"

Their team leader ordered them to cut the chatter, giving Zig a decent out from the situation and fall back in line. Sadly that didn't stop the voices from returning to annoy and pester him about reconsidering whether he's doing the right thing. But this time, he'd let them whine and keep his attention forward.

...After one more word.

Please just leave me alone, Zig knew the voices wouldn't hear his thoughts (and if they did, that'd be a problem), but he'd complain anyway. I've got enough rumors back at work to add 'Zig hears voices in his head!' to the list.

Either that decree did the trick or Zig found some way to tune the annoyances out, as the whispers stopped their chatter and let him return to the new bliss of tedium.

#d;; Fables of a Vacant Sky #gm;; Marginal Fighter #[Not even in drabbles is my blog safe from sneaking Zig in here.]#[Zig is eternal. He is Legion. He strikes quickly and swiftly.]

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Reminisce

I just finished watching my fave's vlog, it's another entertaining video and gives so much feels, masayang panoorin pero naiyak ako sa halo-halong dahilan. For some reason, yung mapanood silang magkakasama after past issues about their friendship, their brotherhood, ang nostalgic, naalala ko yung nagbi-binge-watch na ako ng mga ShowBreak episodes and fancams nila, sobrang laki nang naging impact kasi nila sa buhay ko. How can I forget how they cheered me up during those times, sila yung naglibang sa isip ko, sa stress at takot na bumalot din sa karamihan dala ng pandemya, kaya siguro iba ang epekto nila sa akin, kaya masyado akong na-attach sa kanila, lalo na sa fave ko. It maybe just a simple vlog to others, pero ang dami kong nakita, mga bagay na nagpaalala sa'kin how much I love them. I admire some artists but I never stan them like how I love these 5 beautiful people and I'm thankful na nakilala ko sila.

The smile and laugh of the bubbly streamer who always so hyped talking with his fans, asking clues and engaging his fans sa mga games na nilalaro nya. Sa vlog nya, hindi lang yung simpleng pagkatuto nya sa paglangoy ang pinakita nya, I saw the young Josh who fought hard to survive in this world. He's smart, and wise, he outsmart the world started at a very young age, ang strong ng personality nya kaya minsan nami-misinterpret din sya. He's not perfect, I saw some flaws in him but that's what makes him more of him, yun sya, and I love him just the same. Masaya ako na nararanasan na nya ngayon yung mga bagay na hindi nya na-experience before, nabibili yung mga bagay na gusto nya, but he never stop there, I know he knew, the more we earn, the more our expenses grow. But see, he's far from how they were before, ng family nya. His mom and his sister are so lucky to have him, ang aga nya naging mature para sa kanila, sinalo nya lahat, kaya nga sobrang deserving sya sa lahat ng natatanggap at nararanasan nya ngayon.

I'm just always so soft pag nakikita ko yung mga pagsisikap ng fave ko, whether it's to learn new things, or to achieve something, yung determination to make it through no matter what. Kaya siguro sobrang alala ako lagi sa kanya, sa mga taong nakakasalamuha nya, kung sa mga kaibigan ko nga lalo at pamilya nasasaktan ako for them at protective sa kanila, much more to my fave who I knew went through so much already. Pag sa tingin ko agrabyado sya, I defend him on my own way, I'm sad when he unintentionally hurt someone, I'm hurt when he's hurting, I'm broken when he's sad and in pain. Kaya kahit masakit din minsan basta masaya sya, masaya na rin ako para sa kanya. His vlog shows how strong and quick learner he is, napapalabas nya na parang ang dali-dali lang ng isang bagay pag sya na ang gumagawa or nagta-try, I say again, he's the epitome of inspiration.

Sana huwag nya na uli maramdaman yung doubt sa sarili nyang kakayahan na naramdaman nya dati. Nung sinabi nya na hindi sya magaling at average lang sya, ang galing galing nya kaya para maramdaman yun, I just hope he's always be reminded about that kasi hindi lahat kayang subukan ang mga bagay na natututunan nya. Like his vocal, maganda naman talaga, at mas lumalabas pag mataas ang key, I hope na mapalibutan sya ng mga tao na lagi nanjan para tulungan sya na lalo pang mahasa yung mga kakayahan nya, mapalabas ang kung ano pa ang meron sya as an artist just as I always wish for him. He's such a very busy person and still, always share his time to his fans whenever he can, kaya sana, maalagaan nya ng sapat ang health nya, para ma-enjoy nya rin ng sobra ang mga pinaghihirapan nya. I miss him everyday, at the end of every busy day sila pa rin, sya pa rin lagi ang pahinga ko. My fave, you are such an amazing person, I hope the beautiful words of gratitude and inspirational messages from people who cares for you reaches you, 'coz you deserve to know those. Kung dati akala mo mag-isa ka lang na lumalaban, not anymore, at never na ulit yun mangyayari, I may not always in your world, but you will always have me. Ang dami nang nagmamahal sa'yo, and I know na dadami pa, because you are lovable, and you deserve to receive all those love and support. May you always be safe, happy and in perfect health my fave. I love you, as always.

July 15, 2022 7:35 PM

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Kapapanood ko pa lang ng vlog nila, grabe naman yung feels, eto na naman ako. At ang ganda nung quality at editing ng vid, napaka evident ng improvement from their previous ones. Ang saya-saya nila panoorin, hindi man ang nakasanayan na birthday live events, it gives the same feels nung sa mga Showbreak episodes nila noon. Ang saya panoorin ng fave ko, he gave so much happiness sa viewers, ang saya-saya ko para sa kanya. I really hope and pray, na sana mas tumibay pa ang brotherhood nila, ang friendship nila, ang dami na kaya nilang napagdaanan na magkakasama. As they grow older, those kind of experiences and challenges na nagpatatag sa kanila, they can all look it back with a smile and be proud of themselves, kasabay ng legacy na natatag nila sa music industry. Ang layo na talaga ng narating nila, yung mga nakaka-linyahan nila, Int'l. big stars, like the recent feature in Teen Vogue, Favorite Boy Band OF ALL TIME, Beatles, BTS, BSB and other world music icons lang naman ang kahilera nila, sobrang nkaka-proud! Sana wag silang magbago, just as how humble they are now sa kabila ng mga recognitions and fame na meron sila. Sana lagi kayong masaya, at mas malayo pa ang marating nyo. I really wish na matupad ang world domination nyo, imagine a world tour, it'd be probably exhausting but I bet yun ang pagod na masarap namnamin. Sana matupad lahat to, para mas lalo pang sumaya at lalo pang mas maraming magagandang bagay ang maranasan ng fave ko. Sana masaya ka lagi, at magawa ang mga bagay na gusto mo, mga bagay na magpapasaya sayo at sana, mas marami pang blessings ang dumating sayo at sa pamilya mo. Palagi mo man naririnig na sobrang deserving ka na makatanggap lahat ng magagandang bagay, pero yun kasi ang totoo, deserve mo lahat ng meron ka ngayon. May more blessings to come pa for you and your family. Mahal kita, palagi.. I wish a life-long and genuine happiness be yours. My fave..

July 19, 2022 10:11 AM

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Bey's group of frnds from Laguna are the one I met in Layag con. Natutuwa lang ako sa enthusiasm nila, they want me to be with them sa upcoming con ng fave group ko next month, para daw may rep na ang fave ko sa group nila, they're mostly Tin and K stans kasi. So apparently they've been trying to contact me since the witching hours the other day, I wasn't able to check back swiftly after I missed their calls and messages, para sana pala makahabol ako sa registration na alas, on line na. I didn't make it on time to join the hustle on securing the tickets because of the missed info, my fault, but no matter how persistent you are, if it's not meant to be, then you just got to refocus on other possibilities. Now they're just hoping to receive a positive news from their tries to hopefully give an extra for me, hoping for the best but just like what I've told them, if they can't make it too, there's always a next time. And I pray for that to happen for that means another blessings for my fave's group. A series of events and con, nakakapagod para sa kanila yun if ever, pero sabi nga, strike while the iron is hot. Things aren't always at peak, so while they still can, with available chances and opportunities at hand, push and go for it lang sila, an investment for their future, creating stories for they'll be legends. But hoping that no matter how busy they are, I hope they find time to rest and take care of themselves in between works.

My fave released the second part of his vlog. One prolly get tired if I'll say again what's really in my heart. But what can I do, if their friendship gives so much feels to me. Pag pinapanood ko kasi sila, ang fave ko, it's not just about the laugh, the smiles and jokes, but also about the unsaid feelings and thoughts, their brotherhood, it means so much to me, and for sure to many others too. Ang saya tingnan ng fave ko dun, and when he ate the crab naalala ko si tatay. Pinag hihimay nya kasi ako para kumain ako nun, pinakagusto ko ang malalaking sipit, he cracked the shell and gave to me the sweet and tasty meat. So many hearts sent their wishes na kung pwede lang sana ganun lagi, work and play sila lagi and just enjoy everything - I wish the same thing for them too, sana ganun nga lang lagi, good vibes and happy, loving hearts always while enjoying at work.

We’re down to last two days of the month, hindi ko rin namalayan, magwa-one year na palang bihag ang puso ko 😊 I always go back to that day, at hindi ko man sayo palaging napaparating how thankful I am, thru those grateful souls who sends you appreciation, I’m always one of them. I hope you know how grateful I am, more than words, loved and love you more than that reason, know how deserving you are of those love and support you are getting. Oh how time flies so fast, roller coaster of emotions, happiness, sadness, and hurt, but most of the time, overjoyed. For I know you are so worthy to be loved. We feel all these kinds of emotions, that's a given, no matter who we love..

Tomorrow is another chance for the world to witness your impressive performance. Much improve facial expression when you sing, your sweet voice, clear vocal, smooth, expressive and the flow of your dance moves, lahat to na mas lalo pang nag-i-improve sa bawat tapak mo sa entablado. Right amount of confidence, heart, and humility, you possess these and I hope you'll always have it. I'm always soo proud of you my fave, I love you always. Sana maging smooth and successful lahat ng plano at gagawin mo ngayong araw, may you always be safe, healthy, and hopefully this day is much better than the other good days...

July 30, 2022 4:24 AM

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stusbunker · 3 years

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AGA: Word to the Wise

A Supernatural Fan-fiction Denny AU Series

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Benny Lafitte, past Dean/Jo

Other characters: Sam, Bobby, Cas, Mick, Ash, Jo

Word Count: 3000 (whoa)

A/N: Sam gets on Dean’s nerves and Dean ends up taking a late night detour. Big talks ahead.

Special thanks to my beta @cracksinthewalls who puts up with my whiny ass. Also grateful for @there-must-be-a-lock‘s insight.

The bowling league was in lean attendance due to a surprise snowstorm, but that didn’t keep Singers’ Slingers from mopping the floor with their competition. Dean ended on a spare in the last game, putting him just over his average for the night. State bowling wasn’t until spring, but if they kept up their momentum Dean was sure they could place well. And a weekend away would be a welcome break from his usual exhaustion.

Dean still owed Mick a rematch from last year’s trip. Mick drank him under the table and Dean didn’t want to lose two years running, he had a reputation to uphold afterall. Bartending had cut into his training time, among other things.

Ash was the first one to bow out for the night, knowing his side towing business would be busy with vehicles in ditches for however long the storm lasted. Cas bummed a ride with Mick, since his car had never done well in this weather and he was still dragging his feet on upgrading. Dean knew he had been hinting at shopping around, but Dean wasn’t going to push the topic and get dragged into helping or finagling with the salesman for the guy. Cas could figure it out on his own, and Dean was finally in a place where he felt comfortable letting him. Huh.

Sam had been quiet all night, but Dean hadn’t mentioned it, attributing the sour mood to post-break up blues. They bought Bobby his weekly drink, “team dues” as he called it and settled in along the bar.

Dean kept the conversation going, trying to keep the mood light, but Bobby was too tired to ham it up and Sam was not amused by his brother’s antics. Once Bobby polished off his last beer and headed home to Ellen, Dean was rolling his eyes in exasperation.

“Fine, you know what, I’ll reel it in, don’t want to interrupt your sulking,” Dean muttered after another joke fell flat. Sam winced at Dean’s jab, which Dean instantly regretted. Though it did seem to shake Sam out of his funk, if minutely.

“So, tell me about Benny,” Sam brought up with elephantine grace.

Dean stared at Sam like he proclaimed he was quitting the law firm and joining the circus, coulrophobia and all.

Sam huffed. “What?”

“Nice segue there, counselor,” Dean grumbled. “What about him? Hmm, you want a new bowling bag? Because that was already on my list for you for Christmas.”

“Dude, you don’t have to do that. I mean, that’d be great, but no, I was kind of wondering what your deal was? Like do you hang out a lot?” Sam started fishing.

“Yeah, totally, everynight,” Dean deadpanned. “I mean I only work two jobs when I’m not moving your sorry ass back into Mom and Dad’s.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Sam said, waiting to figure out where he was going with this line of questioning and just shot in the dark.

“What I’m trying to say is, is this, like, a Cas thing?” Sam choked out, unable to put it any more delicately.

Dean burned with shame as his hackles raised in defensiveness. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Sam cocked his head and pursed his lips, unamused and unimpressed. “You know what I mean, man. Don’t make me spell it out.”

Dean wouldn’t budge, he dropped his beer with a thud. “Well, you’re gonna have to, because I have no fuckin’ idea what you’re talking about.”

“Dude!” Sam shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“The fuck is your problem? You got something to say, just say it, Sam.” Dean fumed, daring him with a murderous glare. Sam inhaled pregnantly, face still inching towards bitch mode. Sam eyed the bartender who was trying not to listen and the late game bowlers who suddenly decided they could catch up lane side instead.

What Dean didn’t realize was that he needed Sam to say it. He yearned for it, for his truth to be spoken, and known without him having to say it himself.

“Look, I know this isn’t something we talk about. But, I just want to make sure you’re okay. Alright? In the beginning with Cas, it was like you were obsessed, man. And since he just always seemed to need something from you. I just want to make sure you’re not getting used, I guess,” Sam unraveled the heart of his concern without saying too much, which Dean was not expecting, at all.

Dumbfounded, Dean retreated, annoyance trumping any chance at relief.

“I think I can handle myself, thanks,” Dean spat. Petulantly, he took a sip from his beer, the cold glass solid in his hand, giving him something to clutch or even throw, if it came down to it.

“I didn’t say---,” Sam broke off. “Fine! You know what? You’re on your own. Just remember that I should have listened to you about Ruby and now I’m paying the price for my own stubbornness.”

Sam stood and reached for his money clip, tossing an extra five on the bar for the dramatics. He gave Dean one last chance to come clean, to own up to what they weren’t saying. Dean stared straight ahead, eyes unfocusing on the liquor labels behind the bar as if Sam had already left. So he did, just as he came: pissed and questioning his brother’s motives.

Dean didn’t go home after that. Instead he absently followed a plow down the main road until he happened upon a familiar turn off. Which he took slow and steady until it ended in a T. The little brick ranch at the end of the lane held a lot of memories. And it was more inviting than ever with its Christmas card perfection in the falling snow. Dean put the Impala in park and let the radio play, wishing he had a joint just for the sake of something to do.

He wasn’t there ten minutes before his phone rang, which he answered without processing the caller ID.

“You gonna come in or you just gonna sit out there feeling sorry for yourself?” Jo’s voice sliced across the line.

“Didn’t know if you were still up,” Dean bullshitted.

“Uh-huh. Whatever you say. Backdoor’s open,” her unimpressed reply. She hung up before Dean could make up an excuse to leave. He slouched out of the car and trudged down the long country driveway. As soon as he had stomped the snow off his boots, Jo welcomed him in with a firm hug and an appraising glint in her eye.

“Thanks, it’s a real mess out there,” Dean explained.

Jo just shook her head at him. “How’d ya bowl?”

“619 series, finished strong in the last few frames,” Dean answered. “Were you at your folks?”

“Nah, just know it’s Wednesday night, which means the boys were at the alley,” Jo smirked as she reached atop her fridge for the good stuff.

She held up the whiskey in offering and Dean nodded, bending out of his coat. He slipped it over the back of a chair and settled in at the vintage kitchen table. She poured him a glass and watched as he inhaled the first round like he had been outside for hours and needed to fight off a much deeper chill.

“Well alright,” Jo resigned herself to playing shrink and poured Dean another drink. “So, what’s got you stuck in your head, hm?”

Dean weighed his head from side to side as he let the whiskey roll over his tongue. He never got far into a pouting session when Jo was around, but he also didn’t know which chamber of his heart he could stand to prop open for her inspection tonight.

“How’ve you been, Jo? You still schooling those truckers on taking care of their own rigs?” Dean sidestepped with ease.

“You know it,” Jo confirmed. “Not a day goes by that I don’t have to put another asshole in his place. Pays good, though.”

Jo had followed in Bobby’s footsteps and became a mechanic, but two Singers were already one too many for the shop and salvage yard. So she took her skills out to the interstate and made a name for herself as the only female diesel technician in four counties. Dean used to hate it when she would fix something faster than him, but it had been more than a decade since her skills had made him feel inferior. Dean knew Jo’d be his boss someday, but he wasn’t too worried about those far off futures; Bobby wouldn’t retire unless Ellen made him or killed him first.

“How’s Rufus holding up?” Jo teased, knowing her dad’s old friend was getting worse for the wear, much like John had.

“Stubborn, and as glib as ever. Good thing your dad rehired him, because he’s a bit too mouthy for most customers,” Dean admitted.

Jo hummed with nostalgia. “I gotta swing by and bug you guys sometime, but it just keeps getting busier.”

Dean sighed. “I hear that. What’s it been? Labor day? No. I haven’t even seen you since the Fourth. Christ!”

“Yeah, well, you’ll see me next week for Thanksgiving, don’t get too sentimental about it now,” Jo quipped. She took a short sip off the bottle as Dean swirled the last of his second helping.

“I’m seeing someone,” Dean staggered the words, like he wasn’t sure if their meanings and sounds fit together.

Jo sighed dramatically, “Finally, the truth is revealed! What’s up? She’s not pregnant, is she?”

“No.” Dean had to bite back his guffaw. “Definitely not.”

“Okay, then why the sad face? Not pulling a Ruby on ya, I hope?” Jo tested the waters.

“No, it’s--uh--- it’s been good. Really good. I just, kind of need to make up my mind if I’m in it for the long haul. Ya know?” Dean clarified, relaxing with each little confession.

“Uh-oh it’s getting serious,” Jo mock whispered.

Dean rolled his shoulders. “No, well, it could be. I don’t know.”

Jo giggled. “I can’t believe you! You’re fucking twitterpated, aren’t you?!”

“Jo, if you start making Thumper jokes, I’m shutting up right now,” Dean warned with a pointed finger. “Care to top me off while you’re at it?”

“Okay, okay, gosh.” Jo rolled her eyes dramatically as she poured him another drink before pointedly putting it back on the fridge. “But you’re in deep. You’re all blushy about it.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m ready to go big. It just means they’re willing to put up with me until I say the word,” Dean tried to downplay his feelings and Benny’s confession.

“So do it! Bust out the grand gestures already,” Jo encouraged.

Dean scoffed, “I’m not built for commitment, you know that!”

“Except you kinda are! You’ve changed, Dean,” Jo insisted, head hung to pour her honesty from her eyes. “I don’t know when it happened, but you’re not that reckless boy that I knew. You’ve always been a good guy, but now?---- Maybe it’s been since Sam came home, I don’t know. But somewhere along the way you grew up.---- It’s okay to let yourself want something more, you know.”

Dean grumbled and rolled his neck, breaking the eye contact. She always could do this to him, just like her mother, see straight through his every defense. “I always thought it’d be you, you know?”

Jo smiled without teeth. “Firsts can do that to people. But, we’re not those kids anymore, Dean. So, if you’re asking for my permission or seeking my approval---?”

Dean dropped his head to his hands, thick fingers poorly hiding him from Jo. “It’s a guy, Jo. I’m--- I don’t know--- Bi? I guess?”

“Dean?” Jo waited until he stopped being sheepish and looked at her, even if it was only out of the corner of one eye. “You’ve been head over heels for Cas for years. If you dare tell me this is about him, so help me, I will throw you out right now.”

Dean couldn’t help but laugh ruefully at that and toss back what was left of his whiskey. “You saw that, huh?”

She didn’t answer, waiting for him to work through it on his own.

“It’s not Cas.” Dean smacked his lips and held up his glass for a refill. Jo stood and brought the bottle back to the table. Dean poured himself three fingers worth and pondered the sloshing liquid before he continued. “Your mom know?”

Jo licked her lips, cocked her head, and sighed.

Dean closed his eyes and asked, “Bobby? Fuck!--- my mom?!”

“No one has ever said it out loud, Dean. I don’t know who knows, honestly. But we’re family, that doesn’t change.” Jo grasped his wrist firmly, he held her hand to his and then she slapped her other one on top. Time stopped long enough for Dean to accept that his secret was finally out, but also that it was safe.

“I can’t believe I’m talking about this with you, of all people.” Dean thumbed her knuckles, staring into eyes he knew as well as his own.

“Really? Who else would you be talking to about it? Sam? Ash, maybe?” Jo giggled. “I’m honored, actually. It means you stopped hating me.”

Dean pulled his hands away and took another drink. “I never hated you.”

“Okay, well, maybe it means you stopped hating yourself,” Jo corrected.

Dean’s brows crooked incredulously.

“Too much?” Jo asked apologetically.

Dean shook his head and sighed. “You are your mother’s daughter.”

“Now you’re the one being rude,” Jo muttered before taking a solid drink off the bottle this time.

Dean let himself relax, let the whiskey and conversation work into his muscles and set his worries aside. They talked like the old days and about the old days. Those in between years after high school and before anyone was ready to face responsibility. When half their friends went to college, they had just kept on working. After another hour, Jo leaned back in her chair and started scrutinizing him once again.

“You know how I know you’re happy with what’s his name?” Jo teased.

“Beh--- I didn’t tell you, fuck! Benny, his name is Benny. Goddamnit Joanna Beth,” Dean cursed through a chuckle; more details dragged out of him than he had planned on.

Jo cocked her head and considered the name.“Benny, right. You wanna know how I know?” Jo pushed.

“Fine, how?” Dean held up his hand, beckoning for her to hit him with her response.

“Because this is about the time of night you start giving me the lazy once over. But not tonight,” Jo proclaimed, chin out condescendingly. She had him, every few years they’d find themselves back in each other’s beds, for a night or a weekend and then they’d move on. He always thought of her as his home, his starting point. But maybe they weren’t the same thing at all.

“You still look good, Jo,” Dean replied, trying to save face.

“That’s not what I meant, Dean. Besides, I know!” Jo snarked, straightening her spine and tossing her hair over her shoulder. Dean couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore and it spilled out over a toothy grin, making Jo almost choke on her drink. God, Dean felt like anything was possible. That life was good.

After the hysterics had calmed down, Dean exhaled. “Thanks, Jo. I needed this.”

“You sure did, nobody else was gonna hand you your ass so kindly,” Jo agreed, standing and taking the bottle and Dean’s glass with her to the counter that held the sink. He whined comically, but knew her timing was right. She leaned back and smirked.

Dean grew quiet and Jo waited to see if it was exhaustion, the alcohol or something else. She didn’t have long to prepare.

“How’m I gonna tell my dad?” Dean asked, the pain and panic pulling at his face until she saw the telltale tears well up.

“Fuck ‘im. I mean it, if your dad can’t get his head out of his ass to see how happy you are, he isn’t worth your time,” Jo said adamantly.

Dean let his thoughts roll to the side of his head and licked his lips, biting against the tremor. He quickly wiped away the tears that escaped and inhaled wet and ragged. Jo slipped to his side and ran her hand through his hair, letting his face fall against her chest as he breathed through the onslaught. Dean couldn’t help but think how motherly the affection felt.

She pulled back to look him over at arms’ length.

“So what now? You want the couch? Or should I call you a ride? I’m sure Sam owes you one,” Jo asked, as no nonsense as ever.

“I’ll be fine,” Dean dismissed her concern, rubbing up his face to wipe off his nose.

“Well, you ain't driving.” Jo held up his keys. Dean blanched, feeling his pockets for them, fruitlessly. He stood to snatch them, but she had already skipped across the kitchen, too far to catch. “Nuh-uh, no way I’m letting you risk your baby. Or your thick skull in this weather.”

Dean put his hands on his hips, and blinked through the dizziness. He realized he hadn’t stood in a few hours. “Sam.”

“What’s that?” Jo prodded mischievously, ear leaning in as if she couldn’t hear him.

“Very funny. Call Sam, will ya?” Dean rolled his eyes as she scrolled through her contacts, murmuring the names under her breath. His keys were raised in victory, as if he couldn’t reach them above her head. He could have snagged them in an instant, if he wanted to.

While Jo woke Sam, Dean checked his own phone. Ignoring some texts from his mom and Cas, he selected the conversation with Benny. There were no new messages since that morning. Dean hesitated before relocking his screen.

“Sam’ll be here in twenty. You want something to eat? I’ve got chips.” Jo offered, opening the cupboard.

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Much Cooler

Corpse Husband & Emma Langevin

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Platonic Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: There’s always a certain level of uncertainty when meeting someone you’ve only known online. There’s that sense of insecurity that your relationship with them will never be the same or - even worse - that their view of you might change for the worse. But there’s nothing more thrilling than seeing the person you’ve been talking to constantly for the past however long standing across from you.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request and I’m so terribly sorry for how late it’s coming out but I hope the fic makes it worth the wait! Lots of love, Vy ❤

“CORPSE! Wake up you famous dumbass!“ is the first thing the poor man heard over the phone at 9 AM on this fine Saturday morning.

It’s more than enough to make him contemplate why he even decided to pick it up in the first place considering he wouldn’t have been very able to participate in the conversation due to his sleepiness. He also, of course, made the mistake of not checking the caller ID which apparently wasn’t necessary considering how recognizable that voice and accent are.

“It’s 9 AM, Emma.“ He states as a tired parent would to a child, “I’m concerned as to why you’re up so early. More so as to why you’re calling me of all people.“

He can practically hear her roll her eyes but he still smirks to himself, knowing she can’t contradict him or argue since he’s completely right with his claims. “Whatever. Remind me to never call you to congratulate you on a milestone again.“

Now that pokes at his attention with a stick. Lately, said attention has proven to be a hibernating bear, leaving Corpse with a lack of interest or motivation for anything but damn if that sentence wasn’t enough to roll him out of bed and hop on PC. “What? What milestone? Subscribers?“

“Nope! You got two million likes on ‘E-girls are ruining my life’! I can’t believe I have to tell you this! Didn’t you notice the numbers climbing?!“ Emma, as annoyed and sarcastic as she’s trying to sound, she’s obviously overjoyed on his behalf and is super proud of him and of the project she luckily agreed to take a small part in.

As his PC boots up, Corpse can’t help but roll his eyes at Emma’s comment, “Well unlike you I have better things to do than refresh a page over and over aga-” His sentence is quickly cut off when he sees the number of likes under the song for himself.

Knowing that he’d find it there didn’t change the feeling of seeing it for the first time at all. It’s so surreal and so hard for his mind to comprehend. Seeing as how little he thinks of himself, his content and his art, this is like his success coming to slap him across the face as if to punctuate to him how wrong that mindset is.

“You know, it wouldn’t hurt if you offered to take me out for at least a coffee to celebrate, bro.“ Emma comments sarcastically, joking only halfway from what he can sense.

He smirks, “Trying to even the playing field, I see.” He replies, referring to the fact that he’s still a faceless mystery to her while her face is literally the cover art for one of his songs.

She laughs but is quick to dismiss his claim, “Nah, I might be a curious and nosey little shit on other occasions, but other people’s privacy is not something I dig my nose into. However, if I were to even the playing field between us it wouldn’t be appearance-wise. More personality-wise. For my sake and yours I choose to believe you are way cooler in person than you are through messages or on a call.”

This withdraws a genuine fit of laughter from Corpse who throws his head back, a few strands of hair moving aside to reveal his shiny eyes, “Well then, instead of giving me the benefit of the doubt, how about we settle it once and for all? Tomorrow? I’ll text you the location.”

Emma’s eyebrows shoot upwards as soon as she comprehends his words and the tone that leaves no room for her to assume he’s joking, “Wait what? How come you’re agreeing to this? And so easily? Nah, this a trap if I’ve ever seen it.”

Corpse laughs yet again, “No trap, Em. I just can’t have you doubting my coolness.”

* * *

The main reason as to why Corpse requested for this meeting to be today is because he feared that if he had more than twenty four hours to dwell on it he’d chicken out. Little did he know it was the same for Emma. Their friendship has only ever existed with the bridge of social media connecting them and they both can’t help but fear the other might not like who they are IRL. They fear they unintentionally become a different person or change things about themselves subconsciously when communicating with people online. Bottom line, they’re scared of letting the other person down with who they really are, unaware that their personalities are most likely the exact same because, as the people who know them can confirm, neither Corpse nor Emma are the type to put on a show in order to be liked. They would rather have no friends because of who they are than have friends and fans of their persona instead of the real them.

And so, while slightly afraid and anxious about this meeting, both of them see it as a relief test to see if the friendship is in fact as real as it’s seemed these past months.

Corpse was the one to choose the location of their meet-up, a location Emma didn’t even think twice about agreeing on, and ever since, they’ve both been counting the hours until their scheduled meeting time. It’s not about impressing each other, at least that’s what they’re both telling themselves, but rather proving to the other that they’re worthy of their friendship. They might throw snarky and sarcastic comments at one another that others would give a side-eye glance to and question if their friendship is real, but they know the dynamic best and they sure as hell don’t wanna lose it or each other.

Best friends are the ones who roast each other after all - you can’t tell me I’m wrong.

The nervous Corpse fidgets with the insides of his hoodie pockets as he waits outside the café, having arrived ten minutes early because he couldn’t stand being alone with his thoughts in his apartment, judging every fragment of himself twice as harshly as usual. Emma, on the other hand, could barely bring herself to leave her home. She kept retouching her appearance, despite knowing Corpse wouldn’t judge her even if she showed up in pjs. To be fair she contemplated doing just that several times because her hair pissed her off enough to get her discouraged on her outfit altogether but she did eventually talk herself into pulling it together. She already knew she’d be at least five minutes late, but once again, she knew Corpse wouldn’t care.

He’d wait, cause that’s the kind of friend he was. Cause that’s the kind of friend she was for him too.

And boy did it take her less than a second to recognize him. She wasn’t even out of the car when she saw him and knew it was exactly who she was looking for. He too, as if with a sixth sense that registered her presence, shoots his head up from his phone to look up at her, their gazes meeting. There’s a brief moment of close-to-shocked silence, their eyes a bit widened as their brains comprehend that they’re within arm’s reach of one another.

That’s when Emma’s the first to break the bubble of awe as a wide grin spreads across her face and she runs to Corpse, wrapping him in a hug before he’s even realized the distance between the two’s been closed.

“Hey.“ She mumbles, her face hidden in his hoodie due to the height difference.

“H-hey.“ He replies, hesitantly wrapping his arms around her too.

“I was right.“ She says once she pulls away, “You are much cooler face-to-face.“ She pauses for a second, narrowing her eyes, “You’d be even cooler if you bought me coffee though.“

Earning a laugh from him, she’s guided into the café by the arm Corpse wraps around her shoulders, telling her he’s get her a milkshake cause he doesn’t want to see her high on caffeine. Needless to say, they both are, indeed, much cooler to one another IRL.

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itslifethroughmyeyes · 3 years

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3 Seeds of Wisdom that changed my life!

I was bullied, mocked, and humiliated both in private and in public by people that I had trusted the most in my life, and I didn’t know how to put an end to the constant torture and torment.

The truth is I was never conditioned to stand up for myself but to always surrender in the name of courtesy; nor did I have any self-awareness about my rights.

But life doesn’t always work that way!

My life took a turn when I was accepted for a full-bright scholarship in a prestigious UK University. Little did I know that my life was about to change forever, for the better…

It was on my third day on campus that I met her. She would turn out to be my Academic Advisor for two years.

She was like Master Oogway to me! Yeah, the one that the plump panda had in the “Kung Fu Panda” movie: so full of sagacity, splattering out wisdom in a cascade; pure, profound, and always composed and calm.

I had an emotional breakdown during our first meeting; sinking in the quicksand of embarrassment, I rushed to apologize to her. To my utter surprise, this is how she responded:

She: “Gul, why are you sorry? For breaking down in front of your academic advisor or for showing the human side of your personality?” I watched her gracefully rising to her feet and grabbing a napkin.

Me: “I didn’t mean to be vulnerable.”

While offering the napkin to me, she continued;

“Our vulnerabilities are what make us human. Never feel sorry for expressing your emotions. It takes a lot of strength to put your emotions out there for people to see. You are rather stronger than others.”

She then picked three sunflower seeds from the intricately ornate Iznik pottery bowl (one she had probably bought from a holiday to Turkey) and placed them on the table between us.

She: “Consider these as seeds of wisdom, plant them down in your mind and soul, feed them with daily practice and commitment, let them grow in your personality.”

I still remember the spell that her undulated voice and unprecedented words cast on me that day.

Her first piece of wisdom was:

Be fierce, focused, and fearless, and let it translates through your work:

Have you ever heard about human kleptoparasites?

There is a village in the Central African Republic where locals steal prey from predators for their own survival. A lion pride is tolerated in the surrounding area because when they hunt the villagers take away the lions’ prey.

For a split second, imagine yourself looting food from a starving lion, even from a tame one. Could you do that? The answer would most probably be ‘No.’

Animals can sense our fear. The moment you get scared the famished lion would pounce on you and knock you down. Then suffocate you to death by clamping his jaws on your throat.

Without sweeping generalizations, I believe humans as social animals are more or less the same as wild lions. We can sense feelings and emotions, fragility and firmness, aversions and inclinations, love and hate!

It takes a lot of courage to be that fearless.

Looking straight into the eyes of adversity: overpower it instead of being overwhelmed; remain focused than become its fugitive; be fierce rather than feeble in your words and actions- that’s how we overcome our demons.

Holding on to the first seed of wisdom, I entered the lecture hall the next day without any sign of trepidation, but rather with a new sense of self-confidence and so aced a presentation I had to give.

2- First thing to do in the morning: decide how you will spend the rest of the day.

While I was in Jordan for my Arabic Language Immersion Program, I got into a scuffle with my roommate and a classmate over a petty issue. Our trivial scuffle turned into a massive brawl that ultimately started taking a toll on my mental and emotional health.

I am sure we all have been in situations where our emotions take control over us, and we lose our cool.

Here I would like to drop the second seed of wisdom that helped me through this difficult time:

“Every morning, the moment you wake up, you have the chance to set the tone for the rest of your day, be it positive or negative, you should be the one deciding it. Don’t let people decide it for you.”

According to scientists, the first 20 minutes of our day holds a decisive role in our success in life as our brains and bodies are in an alpha state.

During alpha state, your subconscious mind is highly active. It is your time for the power play.

Use it wisely!

Always remember what Napoleon Hill-the author of Think and Grow Rich (1937) said:

You are the master of your own destiny!

So, own it! Be the master!

Unconsciously, we often fall prey to the whirlpool of others’ emotional and mental traps that do more harm than any good.

Don’t fall prey to such nonsense. If it’s not your circus, it shouldn’t be your monkey!

Train your subconscious mind to direct your vim and vigour on constructive and productive activities, and you can plan out a prudent to-do-list within the first 20 minutes of your day:

· Try jotting down your short-term goals or make a to-do-list.

· Watching a TED-talk every morning before turning in for work is also highly effective: at least it worked for me!

· Many people start a skill or activity with great enthusiasm, but their zeal soon peters out. Persistence is the key to unlock the door of success and anything that we wish to achieve in life.

3- Make connections: the more diverse, the better!

I lived in a small village in the central part of Pakistan. A place where it seemed everyone knew everything and everyone’s business around them. Denizens were cosily dwelling in their safe bubble that nobody ever tried to look outside the village or even bother to visit the adjacent town.

In the UK, I was exposed to a whole new world of multicultural and multinational identities. I didn’t know what to do or how to respond to it.

I just tried to wind my way through it all without connecting to even a single soul.

But I kept observing, gauging, and analysing people around me.

It made me understand people in a more nuanced way.

The most riveting thing I observed in humans is that we long for similarities, likenesses, and mirror images of our thoughts and identities.

We lean towards national, cultural, ethnic, or even linguistic clusters aligned to our hues of personality. We find serenity and felicity in these cocoons because sameness seems easier to handle.

What we often overlook is the power of diversity and pluralism within society. We can learn more from people who are different from us as they challenge our pre-established notions.

A pluralist, cosmopolitan society is a society which not only accepts difference but actively seeks to understand it and to learn from it. In this perspective, diversity is not a burden to be endured but an opportunity to be welcomed.

(An excerpt from the lecture of Aga Khan at Harvard University Cambridge)

Let’s make the most out of this opportunity.

Fortunately, we live in a very fluid world where globalization and technology have made it easier for humans to connect and create collaborations.

Keeping in view the chaos the global pandemic has brought in the world, sisterhood, brotherhood, partnerships, and associations across borders are needed more now than ever before.

Reach out to people in need!

Be kind, where kindness is needed.

Be forgiving, where forgiveness is needed.

Be a source of hope, where hope is needed.

Make this world a better place for humankind- a world of opportunities and happiness.

That’s what she (my Master Oogway) taught me, and I have internalized for good.

What I shared was the odyssey of just three seeds.

But the story doesn’t end here. Remember, she had an intricately ornate Iznik pottery bowl full of seeds!

#selfawareness #selfworth #selfdevelopment #findyourfreedom #bekind #seedsofwisdom #self exploration

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barnes-dameron · 4 years

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I Think of You

Double Sided Facade

Soccer player!Cassian Andor x physical therapist!reader

Summary: You came to this country to learn the language and find work to pay off for school, nothing else. Getting a job as a physical therapist for the National soccer team was a plus and getting to see the star player, Cassian Andor, was a major plus as well. But what happens when your visa expires and immigration is on your tail? Your only hope resides in Cassian, who is more than willing to marry you until you can get your green card. What can go wrong?

Word count: 2.9k

A/N: This is going to be a series but I don’t know how long will it be. I didn’t explicitly say what country this is taking place in because I want everyone who reads this to feel included. So for example, if you’re from the U.S., you can pretend it takes place in Mexico since Diego Luna is from there. Or if you’re from Mexico, you can pretend it takes place in the U.S. or another country. I want all readers to feel included instead of being excluded. I hope you all enjoy! Let me know if you want to be tagged for future parts.

Catch up: Part One

***

Cassian had to admit to himself that he was starting to panic when he saw your reaction to his insane question. You stood there in front of him, your eyes wide and your mouth open and gaping.

“Cassian,” you let out slowly in a voice just above a whisper. “What are you doing?”

Cassian got up from his stance on the floor to stand in front of you. He needed to be calm and collected, else wise he would spill everything to you.

“I know about your visa,” Cassian revealed. “You can’t leave now. Not when the season is about to start. So I figured the best way for you to stay is marrying a citizen so you can at least get a residency here faster than the usual process.”

Cassian watched your chest rise slowly and fall at the same rate. Your eyes were no longer wide from shock, but were wide with disbelief.

“Cassian, I can’t let you do this,” you whispered. “If someone finds out that the marriage is fake, it could run your career.”

“I’m willing to take that chance,” Cassian replied quickly. meaning every word.

“You would really do this?” you asked, your gaze burning into Cassian, but he welcomed it either way.

“I would,” Cassian said, looking into your eyes and noting the different shades of color. He suddenly found it hard to breathe in that moment. “It’s what’s best for-” He stopped himself before he could say anything else. He was about to say for you, he would do whatever he can, whatever is best for you. But he couldn’t say that, and you couldn’t know. “The team,” he finished. “It’s what’s best for the team.”

“Okay,” you said, nodding your head. “I have to go tell Mon and Bail.”

Cassian let out a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding as he watched you make your way out of the exam room to the door. So this was happening. It wasn’t how he imagined it in his head. He always thought he would propose to you on the beach after a night of dinner and dancing. The moon would be shining bright, casting its reflection on the navy blue waves. The sand would still be warm under your feet. It would’ve been perfect. Of course, he imagined asking you to marry him would occur after two years of dating and learning everything about you. But life doesn’t come out the way you plan doesn’t it?

Cassian turned around in the room, looking for where he put his shoes before participating in the therapy. But the next thing he knew, you were wrapping your arms around his neck, and fitting your head against his neck. Cassian was shocked from both the embrace and the closeness. However he welcomed the warmth that radiated off of you and the sweet scent from your shampoo.

“Thank you,” you mumbled into his neck. “You don’t know how much this means to me.”

As quickly as you appeared before him, you left, leaving him a gaping mess as he processed what just happened. He kicked himself for not reciprocating the action. He wanted to wrap his arms around you and bring you closer to him. He wanted to press his head against yours, and leave you a kiss. But instead he was shocked from the action, and stood there like a tree. Well, hopefully the opportunity would present itself again.

***

You traced the wood pattern of the table as Anderson’s voice droned on and on in the Rebel’s conference room. It’s been about two weeks since Cassian’s proposal, and once you told Mon and Bail, they sent out for Anderson to draw up the marital contract.

You sat at the long oak table listening to Anderson, who sat at the head of the table. Alongside you was your own lawyer, diligently taking notes on her pad. After revealing everything that happened to you to Jyn, she recommended for you to get your own lawyer in case someone “tries to screw you over,” her words. Across the table sat Cassian, dressed in a suit instead of his usual uniform which you were so used to seeing him in. You secretly scolded yourself from admiring the way he looks in it. Does he have to look good in everything he wears? He was sitting next to his own lawyer who was also taking notes.

“So in summary,” Anderson finally said, grabbing your attention at last. “Mr. Andor and Ms. L/N will marry as soon as possible so his citizenship would cover her for a time period of one year. During the time period, Ms. L/N will be required to live with Mr. Andor in order to make the marriage look authentic and in the case an immigration worker makes a surprise home visit. After the one year time period, they are free to divorce. Is there anything that the parties would like to present?”

“Yes,” your lawyer jumped in as soon as Anderson finished. “My client would like to propose that she and Mr. Andor will get an annulment instead of a divorce, for personal reasons.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks when your lawyer announced that. You really didn’t want to get a divorce, the idea of divorcing someone without a good reason bothered you. Plus the divorce could bring unwanted publicity since you would be divorcing the captain of the major soccer team in the country, and there could be a possibility that someone will unveil the true nature of your fake relationship.

You watched Anderson’s brow furrow together, his pen trembling a bit in his hand.

“Well,” Anderson said, still processing the request. “The only grounds for annulment for the two parties would be failure to consummate the marriage.”

“That’s right,” your lawyer replied confidently, her spine straight and her gaze icy. That was another personal reason. It’s not that you didn’t want to have sex with Cassian, but you were sure that he doesn’t have any intention to be with you intimately. He wasn’t doing this whole thing for you anyway, it was for the team. You figured it would be best for the both of you to try and maintain your mutual friendship as long as possible, not to make it any more awkward then it needs to be. “Since my client works closely with Mr. Andor, we thought it might be best that they maintain their professional relationship.”

“I see,” Anderson said, turning his attention to Cassian’s side of the table. “Does the other party agree with this proposal?”

“Yes,” Cassian replied, not waiting to discuss with his lawyer who seemed to be annoyed with him.

“Very well,” Anderson concluded, making a note on his pad. “Is there anything else?”

“Yes,” Cassian’s lawyer spoke up. “We would like to propose that Ms. L/N will sign a prenuptial agreement in order to protect the wealth and properties of my client.”

You felt like a bucket of ice cold water was dumped over your head. A part of you couldn’t believe that Cassian would think you would take half of his money and belongings. Does he really think that lowly of you? However at the same time, you understood why he would do it. It’s only temporary, you reminded yourself.

“Understandable,” Anderson said, turning his gaze to you and your lawyer. “Does the other party agree with this proposal?”

“Yes,” you affirmed, pressing your lips into a fine line.

You never thought this was how your marriage would start off...with a legalized contract and lawyers. Every little girl’s dream.

“Very well,” Anderson said, making another note. “If there is nothing else, I will go ahead and add these points so that it is ready to be signed tomorrow. As for now, you are dismissed.”

You watched as Anderson packed up his documents into his briefcase before leaving the room. As you watched him walk out, you silently wondered how big is the stick that seems to be shoved up in his ass. Your lawyer gave you a small goodbye as she too left the room with her briefcase. You took a deep breath, glad that this meeting was over. You bent down to grab your bag, and when you stood back up, you were met with Cassian’s stance right in front of you.

“Hey,” he started, his hands shoved into his pants pockets. “I was wondering if you were still free for tonight?”

Over the past two weeks, you and Cassian have been going out to dinner in order to learn more about each other so you can make your marriage look real. Neither of you know what kind of questions the immigration agent will ask, so you had to learn everything about each other, inside and out. It’s been nice, but after every dinner, you had to remind yourself that it was all fake. Your relationship is fake, the marriage will be fake, but you couldn’t help to feel real feelings. The dinners were a facade for the public, but at times the facade fooled you as well. Fooled you to think that it was real, and gave you false hope that anything could happen.

“Yeah,” you replied, ignoring the butterflies that were erupting in your stomach.

“Great,” Cassian said, a small grin appearing on his face, making your knee go weak. “I’ll pick you up around six.”

“Great,” you repeated. “I’ll see you then.”

You gripped the strap of your bag, and made your way out of the room towards the elevators, not bothering to give Cassian a goodbye. As soon as you got into the elevator, you pressed your head against the wall. You can’t catch feelings. You can’t risk this, and mess it up for both you and Cassian. But you couldn’t help but think about Cassian’s smile when hearing you were free. He smiled...

***

Cassian waited outside in front of your apartment building, leaning against his car. He would’ve gone up to get you, but you begged him not to. The first time he took you out, he came to your door. Some of your neighbors caught sight of him and instantly recognized him, which led to autographs and pictures and caused you two to be late to the dinner reservation. After that, you told him not to come up again, and he respected your wishes.

His head snapped up when he heard the building door open. Cassian’s stomach dropped to the street and every rational thought in his mind disappeared into the abyss. The only thing he could focus on was you. You were wearing a flowing magenta off the shoulders dress. The length ended just a little below your knee, revealing your smooth beautiful legs. You wore your hair naturally with a flower behind your right ear. Your stride was graceful and confident, like a queen. All the air escaped Cassian’s lungs, and he felt heat blooming in his core as well as his cock hardening.

“Hi,” you greeted. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Cassian got out, struggling to find proper words. “Let’s go.”

Cassian opened the passenger door for you, trying to think of things to calm himself down. The drive to the restaurant was silent. You didn’t say anything, just looked out the window, and Cassian couldn’t think of anything to say to you in that moment. He was still in shock of your beauty. He always thought you were a beautiful woman, but tonight you were strikingly gorgeous. The past couple of dinners, Cassian wanted them to be a date without an impending marriage hanging over your heads. But now, he desperately wanted tonight to be a date. He wanted to hold your hand, to hug you close, and to kiss you with everything he has. But then he remembered the annulment that you requested. He can’t have what he truly wanted. He was Tantalus and you were a delectable fruit. He could only admire the thing he wanted most, but knows he will never get it.

Cassian walked behind you as the two of you entered the restaurant. It was softly lighted, creating a romantic ambiance to the place that he originally didn’t intend. The place was near the beach, the gentle lapping of the waves heard in the background when the violinist was in between songs. Cassian has never been to this restaurant, and he mentally cursed Kay for suggesting this place. This place will only make it harder to suppress his feelings toward you.

The waiter sat you both at a table that was close to the beach and near the violinist. The candle light from the center of the table casted a soft glow on your face, bringing out your gentle features. Cassian had to be sure to take deep breaths every once in a while. This would be the last dinner as colleagues before becoming husband and wife. The thought still shocked Cassian.

“So that meeting today,” you said, trying to break the silence.

“Yeah,” Cassian let out, trying to think of something else to say. “Kinda crazy right?”

“I know,” you replied. “I just hope nothing changes between us.”

That comment hit Cassian like a bullet in the chest. So it was clear, you didn’t want anything else with him. He always thought that was how you felt, but hearing you actually say it hurts even more.

“Yeah,” Cassian agreed. “It’s only for a year anyways, it’ll be over before we know it.”

Cassian felt a pang in his heart when you pressed your lips into a thin line. This whole thing was crazy. Cassian knew he would fall deeper in love with you as this time goes by, which would make the split hurt more. He would be worse off next year compared to now. Cassian thought he was broken now, but once you walk away from this fake relationship, he will be shattered. Cassian couldn’t concentrate on the items on the menu, and decided to order whatever the chef recommends.

“Cassian,” you said, placing your hand on top of his softly, gently grabbing his attention. He felt an electric shock upon the touch, making it hard for him to concentrate. “Are you sure you want to do this? You could still back out, we didn’t sign the contract yet.”

Of course he wanted to do this. Sure you two would only be husband and wife on paper, wouldn’t be an actual couple, wouldn’t exchange blissful kisses, or even have sex. But he would still get to see you every day and night, and that was enough for him.

“I’m sure,” Cassian affirmed. “This is what’s best.” Cassian fumbled his other hand around in his pants pocket, reaching for the small velvet box. It was Anderson’s idea to make a formal proposal in public in order to get the support of the fans. They needed to get the public’s support so no one would dare question the nature of your marriage. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, rubbing your hands over your thighs. “Let’s do this.”

Cassian nodded, getting out of his seat and kneeling on one knee before you, the second time. He heard the collective gasps and “oh my gosh’s” of the other restaurant patrons. He saw the flashes of people taking pictures from his peripheral vision, and heard the whispers of others saying “Is that Cassian Andor from the Rebels?” The plan was working. Cassian brought out the navy blue box, presenting it to you, and opening it to reveal a dazzling two karat diamond ring. He had to admit it to himself, he found it fun picking out a ring for you. He wanted to get you something that was impressive but no too over the top. When his eyes landed on the chosen ring, he knew it would be perfect for you. But some of the dread washed up against him. At some point in the future he’ll have to return it. For now, however, he pushed those thoughts aside.

“Y/N L/N,” Cassian began. “Love of my life, my only one, will you marry me?”

He watched you bring both your hands to cover your mouth in shock, before pressing them against your heart. A smile spread across your face as tears formed in the corner of your eyes. You nodded your head, pretending to be at a loss for words then strangling out a quiet “yes.” You were a good actress.

Cassian smiled in turn, placing the ring on your finger as the small crowd around him applauded. He placed his hand along your jaw, bringing your lips to meet his. This was his first kiss with you, and he never wanted it to end. Your lips were smooth and soft to the touch, intoxicating if anything. But he pulled back, not wanting to get caught up in the action. He smiled at you when he broke away, watching as you did the same.

So this was it, the beginning of a long journey which would leave Cassian an utter mess. For a moment, however, he got caught up in the scheme. For a moment, he felt like he was actually proposing to you. For a moment, he felt that your yes was genuine. For a moment, he felt that your returned kiss matched his feelings. But it was all a lie; a coping mechanism for the impending future.

Cassian turned around, facing the multiple cameras and smiling with your hand in his. He nodded to some who waved, and thanked those who gave him congratulations.

And this is only the beginning, Cassian thought to himself.

To be continued...

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smokahuntis · 4 years

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Pairing: Anakin x reader x Padmé (part 2)

Warning: smut! Threeway! Polyamory! Angst!

Summery: masters (y/n) and Obi-wan get word of General Grievous being in Hoth, and so they say their goodbyes before leaving.

Authors note: I didn’t edit this

(Y/n) and her young padawan were in her office with General Kenobi, when a message came threw in hologram, one of our men believed Grievous was on Hoth. Both masters questioned it but if we could get to Grievous we could find Count Dooku.

“Do you think it’s wise to go to Hoth?” Her young Padawan asked looking at them.

“I believe it is our only hope to finding Count Dooku, and killing Grievous will get us much closer to shutting down the droid army.” She answered back grabbing her cloak.

“Plus, if we go quietly our chances will be better, so I recommend just me and you Master (Y/n)” General Kenobi said looking at her as they started walking the halls to find the Jedi council.

“Yes that would be smart, we will travel as refugees...” she answered back, Ire her Padawan stepped up looking at them, pushing her braided brown hair over her shoulder.

“And what of me?” She asked looking at her master for guidance, her master hummed in thought.

“I’ll let the council decide,” she said looking at her blue eyes apprentice. As the council sat around the room and listened to the reasoning and the mission they have set, she could feel the unease of Anakin when she spoke of what she was doing.

“And you believe you can do this with just the three of you?” Ki-Adi said looking at her.

“I believe if we do this quietly and take them by surprise we can take care of it quickly .” She said looking at Ki-Adi, he continued and looked at her padawan this time.

“If anything is to happen, I want your padawan- uh”

“Ireland , sir,” she said bowing her head.

“Forgive me, I want Ireland back here informing us, so we can assist.” He finished looking at them.

“A good idea, this is.” Yoda said holding his cane tightly.

“It will be done then master.” She said bowing her head, and they wrapped up the meeting quickly after, as they walked out she felt Anakin’s eyes on her, she looked down at Ireland and put her hand on her shoulder.

“Since we leave tomorrow, how about you go make sure our ship is ready, yea?” She asked and her padawan nodded understanding.

“Of course master.” She said before running off to do as she says, leaving her and Anakin alone in the hall, she turned to where she felt he was.

“Hiding are we?” She said causing him to walk out from behind a pillar, the sly smirk on his face made he roll her eyes.

“I didn’t want her to see us.” He said moving over to her pulling her into a heated kiss, she kissed back but quickly pulled away.

“Anakin, not here, people will see us...” she said holding his hands looking up into his eyes. “What’s gotten into you?” She asked curiously.

“I worry about you, I worry one day you won’t come back to me, I worry tha-“

“You fear...” she said he hand coming up to rest on his cheek. “You have nothing to fear, you’ve said it yourself Anakin, I am among the strongest of Jedi....don’t fear for me.” She said causing his eye brows to furrow.

“Do you not fear death?”

“I fear not coming back to you and Padmé...” she said looking at him. “Speaking of, I have to tell her I’m leaving.”

“I’ll escort you.” He said linking their arms together as they walked to one of the car ships, to go to the apartment. He helped her in and started to drive.

“You know I’ve been thinking, (y/n)” Anakin began glancing at her, his gloved hand coming down and being placed in her thigh.

“Anakin...” she breathed out looking at him. his face stayed on the ‘road’ in front of him, his face was as serious as it could be. His thumb gently rubbed circles into her covered skin as he did.

“I was thinking... what if we had a child?” He said still facing forward. His question shocked her, in every way, she looked at him not being able to tell if he was serious or not.

“Anakin, I can not have a child, I am a Jedi master it is aga-“ she began, her hand moving over his on her leg.

“But what if you weren’t? What if it was just me and you, and Padmé, together I’m Naboo... we could have a family, be happy...” he said looking over at her, putting the car in autopilot.

“You are not happy here?” She asked looking at him.

“I’m tired of hiding, I’m tired of not knowing when you’ll come back, or even if you’ll come back... it scares us, (y/n)” he said taking her hands.

“You think I do not fear the same?” She said as the car pulled up to the apartment and she stepped out.

“Do you?” He continued following her. “Do you even know what fear feels like?” He said looking at her stopping once they entered the living area, she turned to him.

“Are you accusing me of not having emotion Anakin?” She said looking at him.

“I think you take being a Jedi to seriously.” He stated looking at her, she felt anger in her boil, but she must remain calm, for it is the way... maybe he’s right.

“If I took it to seriously I wouldn’t be here, I wouldn’t be standing in this room with you! I wouldn’t have come here to give Padmé a goodbye kiss! Now would I?” She raised her voice catching him by surprise, but what shocked them both was the small voice that spoke up.

“Goodbye kiss?” Padmé said from the entry to the room, her voice small and filled with emotion.

“It’s not like that Padmé...” she moved over to her quickly, calming her with her force touch. “We believe we found General Grievous, we are going to Hoth to find him okay?” She said her hand cupping her lovers cheek gently. “Don’t think those thoughts...”

“You can read my thoughts?” She asked in the same quiet tone, Anakin walking closer to them, his face held the same question Padmé had asked.

“Only when you are worried like this little one... I leave tomorrow, so please... spend the night with me...” she asked and Padmé nodded, looking over to Anakin pulling him to them.

“No more fighting...” she said.

“Trust me, when we fight you’ll know.” Anakin chuckled looking at (y/n) with curious eyes. His arms wrapped around them securely before pulling them to him closely. “You two are my whole world you know that... I don’t know what I’d do without you guys...” he kissed both of there heads and as if planned they both looked up at him and said.

“Why don’t you show us, Master Skywalker?” they both giggled and looked up at him.

“You two are also the death of me, you know?” He said leaning down kissing Padmé first biting her lip, before moving over to (y/n) he took more time with her, while Padmé started to undo his robes. (Y/ n)s Hand came down removing his lightsaber safely, taking hers with it. She moved over to lay them down as Padmé guided him to the bed.

“Let us lead today” she said smiling at him kissing him gently as she slid his robes off his shoulders, continuing down to his pants. Anakin’s hands trained on the strings of Padmé’s dress pulling and tearing at its seems, he had become so focused on Padmé he didn’t notice (y/n) getting behind him on the bed. As he stood at the end of the bed his hands on Padmé, she stood on her knees behind him running her hands up his bare back, tracing over the scars of his body. Her lips came down onto his shoulder kissing softly.

“What has you so tense?” (Y/n) asked kissing up to his neck to his ear biting at it gently, sending tingles threw his body as she whispered into it. “Master Skywalker...”

he groaned as he finally got Padmé bare, he tried to turn his head to kiss (y/n) but she moved pushing him back to the mattress using the force to move him up to center him. He stared down at the two girls he was completely stunned by, they’d never been so dominant towards him, it was a change he liked. The Young Jedi looked at the Senator and spoke as if he wasn’t even there, as if he was just an object for their pleasure.

“How do you want him, Princess?” She said pushing hair away from Padmé’s face, moving to connect her lips to her neck. Padmé let out a soft moan and moved her delicate fingers to the warriors hair, tugging on the strands, pulling a groan from the (h/c) headed girls mouth. Anakin tried to move to pull them to him but he couldn’t, the force holding him down was to strong, (y/n) was to strong. He just had to sit and watch, he didn’t mind tho, but when (y/n)’s scarred hand came up gripping Padmé’s breasts, causing her to let out a moan.

“(Y/n)...” he couldn’t take it any more, he knew what they wanted, he knew exactly what they wanted, something he’d never done.

They wanted him to beg.

And so he did, “please,” he swallowed thickly feeling like he was going to explode then and there. They looked at him and smirked, both of them crawling onto the bed beside him, one on each side.

“Where do you want us, Ani?” Padmé said as her hand ran up his bare chest, causing him to groan and look at her then at (y/n).

“Anywhere, please, just do something.” He pleaded and they smirked.

Padmé moved over his lap straddling his throbbing cock with her dripping core. At the same (y/n) threw her legs over his head, he had to fight back the urge to fight her with the force just so he could touch her. He hated not being able to destroy their precious little cunts, he hated not being able to pleasure them on his terms. But something about this excited him more, he was close without even being touch by them, or himself.

As if they were connected in the mind, they sunk down to meet him, Padmé sunk down letting his hard cock inside of her aching core, moaning out from the stretching feeling. As (y/n) met his tongue, his tongue that instantly found her clit, writing his name into it letter by letter. All three of them found themselves in a moaning frenzy. Anakin’s moans however were muffled, and sending vibrations straight to the Jedi’s core as he dove in, feasting on her like he had been starved. Padmé’s hands found there way to his chest to help her move as she rode him, giving herself to him completely.

All three of them would die for each other, some a little more then others but they didn’t know it at the time, they didn’t know how devoted they really were to each other.

They didn’t know that they were in love with each other.

Right now this was a release, a home to come back to, a comfort they couldn’t find anywhere else. They never even labeled it, but they never touched someone else either. Anakin had became protective over (y/n) and (y/n) over Padmé, and Padmé over both of them. They were her little Jedi Masters.

Just as Padmé felt herself become closer, she reached out pulling (y/n) into a kiss to help her along, their tongues fighting for dominance. The kiss distracted (y/n) from her hold on Anakin and it broke quickly after. Allowing his hands hands to snap up gripping her legs, ass, stomach, his hands worshiped her body as he held her into place over him. He worked magic on them, now being able to thrust up to meet Padmé, both girls moaned out loudly as they met their highs, pulling him with them.

“Anakin!” The moaned cumming on him, he himself released inside of Padmé as he walls tightened around him, his tongue lapped up (y/n)’s juices quickly, loving the taste he could never get enough of. This was his favorite way to have (y/n), with her on his face completely speechless to his motions. (Y/n) moved laying beside him he head falling on his arm as he pulled her into his side, as Padmé fell gently onto his chest, both Jedi wrapped their arms around her.

Soon after recovering from there fly to the heavens they all snapped back into reality, finding themselves in a giggling fit. (Y/n) laughed first as she remembered Anakin’s pleads. He rolled his eyes hearing her train of thought but laughed with her, Padmé soon joined them as she was told what they were laughing at.

They were happy with each other, wether they would admit it or not, they were happy being a secret to, all three knowing what would happen if they weren’t. They quickly fell asleep as tho, not bothering to clean up or move.

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The next day, (y/n) was helping Obi-Wan prepare for their journey, and as he went on the ship to make sure it was ready she could hear footsteps behind her, turning to see Padmé walking towards her with Anakin. She smiled seeing them but the furrowed her brows questioning why they were here, they had already said there goodbyes this morning.

“Master Skywalker, Senator Padmé.” She said smiling at them kindly, “what do I owe the pleasure?” Anakin rolled his eyes and padme just smiled and hugged her.

“You forgot your lightsaber.” She said pulling away. When she did Anakin held it up in his hand,

“It took both of you to return my lightsaber?” She asked reaching for it only for Anakin to pull it out of her reach. She groaned and went for it again only for him to hold it above his head.

“Anakin!” She said looking up at him, she could sense something was wrong but couldn’t quite tell what.

“Where did you get this?” He asked holding it down so she could reach it but she didn’t move for it. She looked offended by his question and she was.

“It’s my lightsaber Anakin what do you mean?” She asked crossing her arms.

“Your lightsaber is a purple black handled lightsaber, one of its kind, only matched by master Windu’s.” He held out the blade in question but the handle was not as he described, this was silver, carved with beautiful markings that shined in the light of the suns, and it was longer. “This is not yours.” He said and she took it, attaching it to her belt as she felt Obi-wan’s presence come closer.

“I lost it.” She said, and soon felt a warm hand on her back, it angered Anakin and struck jealousy threw him but he covered it well.

“Shall we get going?” Obi-Wan said looking at them. They said their goodbyes and left shortly after, leaving padme and Anakin to their thoughts.

“That lightsaber was like her baby...” Padmé said looking up at Anakin. “She would have told us is she lost it.” Anakin furrowed his brows knowing Padmé was correct.

“It’s unlike her...”

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kchuarts · 4 years

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A/N: *rubs my filthy hands together* This is a VERY self indulgent fic of mine with one of my various kinks... Also takes place during a weird timeline in IW and Loki has been informally accepted as an Avenger.

Summary: Astrid KNOWS that now is not the time to bring up the idea of having a child. She also knows how Loki feels about it; he does not want children. With everything going on in the world, why was she even thinking about this?

Thanos is still looming over the Avengers at an uncomfortably close distance, and strange creatures have began to invade earth. Unfortunately, these creatures happen to be from Jotunheim...

Warnings: 🔞🔞🔞 VERY SPICY SMUT, breeding, dubious consent, impregnation, etc...🔞🔞🔞 DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!!!🔞🔞🔞

The very first time Astrid had ever brought up the idea of having children in the future with Loki, was also the last time. In fact, the prince seemed rather upset that she would even bring up such a topic. He had given her a very firm “No.” but never gave any clear validation why he was so against the suggestion. Astrid decided it would be wise not to bring it up again despite her desire to give him a family. His cool opinion of her devotion made her heart ache. She thought that maybe he would be at least open to the idea, but his habit of closing off had won that argument.

It wasn’t that Loki did not want children, it was more of his inner turmoil and who he was. After his haunting fall from the Bifrost, the prince never even thought he would be breathing today. Since his brainwashing, he had concluded that fatherhood would never be within his prospect. This final result was all thanks to the lack of fatherly love from Odin, having learned the truth of his origins, having been unwillingly controlled, what he could do, and now? What now? There was no research of a mortal and Jotun ever creating life together and scarce information of an Asgardian and Jotun doing the same. Loki would not risk his wife’s endurance for something that could quite possibly kill her. He finally found something beautiful through his hardships and he was not willing to let her go. As much as it hurt him to see Astrid suffer in silence about it, he would rather be safe than sorry...

“It has come to my attention that a seam has torn through our world by something to let these massive beasts in and destroy everything in sight.” Fury stated, glancing to Thor and Loki who were standing to the left of the round meeting table. “It is also to my understanding that you have dealt with these things before, and that your brother is of their particular home planet.” He waited for a reply from the Gods as everyone else did.

“They are frost beasts and they do indeed come from Jotunheim.” Loki spoke up, nodding toward the holograph of one of these humongous creatures.

Steve walked forth, examining the 3D image and scratching his beard at it. “So what you’re saying, if I am not mistaken, is that we could have another convergence on hand if these things are coming in? I’m no expert so please excuse my misinformation if I am wrong.” His blue eyes flicked to the God of Mischief. To everyone’s slight relief, both Loki and Thor shook their heads no. “We have yet another 5,000 years before the next convergence occurs, so we can consider ourselves lucky in that regard.” Thor tapped the table toward the frost beast, “What we have here is something else entirely and if my intuition is correct, I believe Thanos is behind this.” The God of Thunder pulled his arm back, mirroring the Captains pose and scratching his own beard. Director Fury nodded to Thor, “So it is a distraction of sorts for what he truly has planned? Laufeyson. You should know the answer to this, given you were under his control.”

Loki nodded, “This is one of his tactics. His army is far larger than a few frost beasts, I have seen it first hand. Well, a glimpse of it anyways. I am hypothesizing he has torn the seam to get me alone. He still is after my head and wishes death upon me.” His thumb gently plays with the smooth onyx band around his ring finger as a means to calm himself; to think of going home to his wife. “Understandable. We also wanted you dead for a period of time.” Nick spoke nonchalant, taking no mind in the slight irk in Loki. “Gentlemen, please.” Steve frowned, holding his hands out and waving down before turning to the dark haired prince, “I’ve got an idea but it will be very dangerous. It does involve closing that seam so we can take care of this and get back to taking Thanos down... I’m gonna need you to go home, Loki.”

Scoffing, the Trickster gave an amused smile to the captain “I would not exactly call it ‘home’ as you so plainly put it, but it does appear that I haven’t a choice here.” He sighed and turned on his heel, “Very well, please prepare a ship for me. If you are sending reinforcements along, I suggest you see Stark first for cold resistant armor. I do not require it, but mortals will-” There was a sudden crackling noise as Tony’s voice broke through the communicator on the table. “Sorry to interrupt ladies, but this isn’t the time for an ice cream social. We’ve got frosty the snowman on steroids over here destroying shit left and right!” Fury pressed a button, “Stark. Where is your position and company?”

“Central- Really!? Come on!! Never mind where we are! Just track us down and get help!!” Tony’s voice cut out as his communicator lost connection.

Almost immediately, Thor turned to Loki and grinned widely to which the latter tried to ignore what was just said.

“Let’s do get help.”

“No-”

All four of the men present suddenly grabbed onto anything as the room shook violently. The shaking was followed by a terrifying screech, causing everyone except Loki to cover their ears. “What the hell was that!?” Steve looked up to see the Trickster frozen in place as though he had seen a ghost. “It’s near the medical wing-” Loki choked out, taking off in a sprint as fast as he could.

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“Everyone form a single file line and do NOT rush out!!” Astrid walked along the line of medical workers and patients, doing her best to escort the frightened people out of danger. It was hard to do so with the violent tremors that continued to rock the building. “Astrid, I’ll take over, go check the Children’s ward and make sure there aren’t any kids left.” Doctor Cho placed a hand on the brunette woman’s shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. Astrid nodded, quickly making her way out of room D to the best of her ability through the crashing and now flickering power. Her heart rate picked up as she heard a high pitched, terrified squeal come from her destination. Astrid sprinted down to the ward, eyes scanning over the beds in a panic.

The child shrieked once more as the power blacked out completely this time. “It’s ok!! Stay where you are and I’ll come get you, sweetie!!” Astrid pulled her phone out quickly turning on flashlight and seeing a little girl; who was no older than 5, huddled in the corner and shaking. The head nurse head to the girl with light feet, scooping her up and giving the poor child a tight squeeze. “It’s gonna be ok. I’ve got you. We’re gonna get you out of here.” She cooed to the girl, taking her small hand and holding it as she had reached for it out of comfort. Swiftly, Astrid began to make progress exiting the room with what little light her phone provided her. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” She cautiously stepped over some new rubble that had fallen from the ceiling while she was in the ward. “L-Lorraine.” the girl sniffled, continuing to hold Astrid’s hand and cling tightly to the woman.

Astrid smiled at the child despite being in complete darkness. “What a pretty name you have! I am so glad to have rescued you, Lorraine. My name is Astrid.” She adjusted the girl in her arms, hearing a small noise of happiness come from her; before finally reaching a well lit area and setting Lorraine down. Kneeling to her eye level, Astrid looked over her to see if she had any injuries. “Wh-What’s gonna happen to us, M-Miss Astrid?” The woman’s attention is brought up to big, teary green eyes. Reaching up, Astrid pushes some hair from the girls face and smiles once more in an attempt to ease her fears. “We are gonna get us out of here and find your parents. I see you’ve got a Junior Agent badge on your little uniform. Do your parents work for S.H.I.E.L.D?” She tapped the button on Lorraine’s shirt. “Mhm. Daddy is a person that helps other people. My mommy is here.” Her small finger pointed to her heart, “She went up to heaven last year with nana. Daddy told me not to be sad no more ‘cuz she is not in pain. He misses her too but he takes good help of me.” she gave the nurse a small smile, swaying in place.

“Oh Lorraine, you are such a brave little girl... My mom is here too.” Astrid smiled sadly, pointing to her heart. “What about your daddy?” Lorraine wiped her eyes, sniffling as she was lifted into the woman’s arms again. She paused, hesitant on how to answer that... “My dad...” She started saying as she continued to find an exit. “My dad..” she smiled at the little girl “Is Mr. Stark and he is the coolest dad ever. Sometimes he is kinda mean so maybe your dad is way more cool.” she chuckled softly as Lorraine’s eyes became large with wonder. “Whoooaaa!! That’s awesomeness. Are the Avengers your friends?” her fears soon dissipated from her mind as she became engrossed with Astrid’s words. “Mhm. I am! Captain America is the sweetest, Black Widow is cool, Ironman is a genius, Thor is like a big puppy!! I love them all.... Can you keep a secret for me?” She raised her brows and winked at Lorraine. The girl nodded eagerly and leaned in to hear, “I am married to one of the Avengers.” She laughed softly at Lorraine’s little gasp and blush. “Do you guys have babies?”

Her laugh faltered a little, but she continued to smile despite the inner conflict within. “Nope, not yet. But I’ll let you know as soon as we have one.” She pushed Lorraine’s bangs from her eyes again, heart aching from wanting a child of her own. Before the little girl could say anything else, Astrid dove to the floor while shielding the child with her body. The wall had exploded and a giant claw reached in, one of it’s sharp nails cutting Astrid’s ankle. She hissed in pain, clenching her teeth and keeping Lorraine’s head to her chest to protect her as much as she could. The pain slowly became worse as it felt like her skin was frozen and becoming frostbit. She knew it wasn’t too deep but that searing chill would worry her more. Lorraine screamed as the Frost Beast roared, destroying more of the wall. The beast turned it’s attention to the two and primarily focused on Astrid as it could smell her blood. Its hulking body moved, jaws getting dangerously close to the woman.

Before it could snap Astrid and Lorraine into it’s jaws, the Frost Beast let out a painful screech and backed away as its eyes began to bleed. Loki leapt down from the roof and into the hall where his wife was currently trapped. “Astrid!!” He called out, climbing down the fallen building to get to her. “Norns.” He muttered, seeing the nasty cut on her ankle and the chill encasing it. Holding a large hand over it, he chanted something in his native tongue and healed it completely. “I thought you were at home.” Astrid coughed from the dust, blinking to get it out of her eyes and look at Loki. “You really think I would be at home right now with all of this ruckus going on? Come now, my love. You know me better than that-” His brow scrunched as he saw movement underneath his wife. Lorraine peeked out, spotting Loki and quickly hiding her face into Astrid’s chest again. “It’s alright, honey. That’s my husband, he’s here to help us. He’s the one who defeated that big mean monster.” The brunette woman sat up, checking over the little girl.

Loki watched in awe as Astrid so lovingly and patiently tended to the child; checking to see if she was hurt and that she was ok. He knew it was part of her job to help children, but he never did get to see how she worked with them let alone see the love in her eyes for them. The god bit his cheek, shaking his head at the “what if...?” thoughts and scooped the both of them up. “Let us get to safety before more of its friends decide to show up and give us a bigger problem.”

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After reaching the rest of the group, Lorraine was returned to her father who was sobbing with reprieve that his daughter was safe. “Miss Astrid helped me, daddy! She and her husband! “ Lorraine gave the two a toothy grin. “She’s gonna let me know when they have babies.” She giggled as she saw Loki’s cheeks turn pink. His jaw was clenched, “Astrid. My love. May I have a word?” He spoke through his teeth. Astrid’s smile faded as she knew where this was headed, she turned and smiled to the girl; saying her goodbyes and thank yous before facing Loki.

“I-I can explain-” her voice was timid from her husband’s silent irritation.

Loki shook his head, nostrils flaring a bit “You know how I feel about that.” He almost hissed while trying to keep his temper under control. “She is a little girl, Loki.” Astrid’s hands fall to her sides, becoming annoyed herself.

“And?”

“And? And what!? She was frightened! I had to distract her somehow!” The brunette scoffed, folding her arms over her chest. “So that distraction was to tell her every little detail about our personal life? She is a little girl, Astrid.” He mocked her words and tone from before. “What did you want me to do!? Say nothing!? Kids are curious! Also, for your information, I didn’t tell her everything as you so dramatically put it. I doubt that she will remember me in a few days.” She felt a sharp grip on her arm and gasped as Loki shoved her against the wall. He was very irate with her and would not have anymore. “That is exactly the problem, my dear. You work with children and she just so happens to be in the same place you are. I do not recall any other children you have helped affecting you like this. Children are indeed curious and will spread information like wildfire. Have you forgotten that the public still resents me? I do not know what sort of thoughts have overcome you as of late concerning me impregnating you, but they will cease. The next time this gets brought up...” He stopped, looking away from her. What was he going to say? He wasn’t going to leave her, Norns no! There was always adoption... No. His selfish thoughts of being mistreated and fearing he would be the same to an innocent babe turned him away quickly. The thought of getting her sterilized did cross his mind too...

Astrid yanked her arm from his now loosened grip, tears burning her eyes. She knew he had a point and that she would apologize for it later, but just once did she want him to see that these thoughts were not selfish. She was doing this for him out of love and wanting him to be truly happy. “I-I’ll see you at home.” She huffed, walking away and refusing to let Loki see her tears. She would not let him win, not this time...

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Dinner was unusually quiet that evening, Astrid still mulling over the events of the day and barely touching her food. Loki was presumably in the same boat and decided he also lost his appetite. “I am to leave for Jotunheim tomorrow.” He broke the silence, pulling a chair out and sitting across from Astrid who glanced up at him. “Okay, be careful.” She shrugged, looking back down at her cold food before getting up and pitching it. The prince clicked his tongue and stood up abruptly, blocking his wife’s way to their bedroom. “Is that all you have to say to me?” hidden displeasure seeped in his words. Astrid sighed deeply, shoulders falling and whined, “Loki I’m tired-” She tried to walk past, just wanting to go to bed. His large hands grasped her arms, not as tightly as earlier but still firm, “Look at me.” His voice softened. The brunette sighed again before looking into the prince’s eyes. A small smile peaked across his handsome features as his hands moved up from her arms to her jaw. “I would wager that our situations have changed given that you always tell me I am the dramatic and whiney one.” He smiled as he got a grin from Astrid who tried to hide it.

“I apologize for earlier, my love...” His thumbs caressed her cheeks as he continued to look at her.

“I’m sorry too. I know it’s not a good subject... But m-maybe... Maybe we could discuss it in the future? Not have anything set in stone, but talk about it?” Astrid raised her brows, a hopeful glint in her large, doe like eyes. Loki leaned forth, placing a kiss on her forehead “Perhaps we will... However, there are more important things to worry about at hand. Such as keeping you safe.” He rest his cheek on top of her head and felt her arms wrap around his lithe torso. Nuzzling her face against his strong chest, Astrid took his scent in and felt any worry she had at the moment drift away. “Well then you probably won’t like my next question then.” She chuckled.

“You want to come to Jotunheim with me, don’t you?” Loki lift his head up to look at his mortal wife again, an unamused expression on his face. Astrid grinned, nodding and giggling at his frown. In her amusement, she reached up and pushed his pouting lip in and squealed when he softly nipped at her finger. “Be careful, I may have picked up a few habits from the mongrel.” He chuckled, hiding his smirk with a kiss to her neck. His laughter rumbled once more as Astrid smacked him playfully at him. “Leave my Kovu out of this.” She scolded, still laughing softly. Loki stood up, taking her small hand in his and leading her to their bedroom. He carefully tossed her onto the large mattress before crawling up and placing his head on her chest. Astrid rolled her eyes as she knew what he was asking for and began to play with his hair. “You know, you will need a medic to come along with you. One that sorta kinda knows your biology-” She blushed at what Loki cut her off with.

“By that you mean my cock? Oh darling, I am most certainly aware that you are an expert in that field.” He laughed as he felt yet another smack, nuzzling his head on her chest. “You know what I mean, dumb ass.” Astrid continued to play with his hair, shaking her head and smiling. “You are right though. I do take care of children... But there’s one big kid that I really need to keep watch on. Such a little trouble maker he is and not to mention he is very amorous...” She felt him shift a little to press his lower half on her leg to emphasize her words. “You would not happen to be talking about a very tall, handsome, charming, prince with a large-” He felt her stop playing with his hair and actually whined. The brunette laughed at the noise he made and his hand grabbing hers to put it back on his head. “Your chances of me saying yes to your joining decrease when you stop your petting.”

Sighing once more, Astrid resumed her caresses until the prince lulled into a slumber. He did agree to her joining the mission, but what he was not aware of were the circumstances that would happen on the planet of his birth...

So I guess this is gonna be a two or three parter. God damn. Why do I do this to myself?? Anyways, smut will be in the next chapter

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What’s Your Name? (Chapter 2)

Chapter Title: Coffee, Cafes, and Conversations

Summery: Logan talks with Remy, and Virgil tells Patton about his encounter. Remy and Virgil also have a very interesting phone call.

Ships: Analogical, RemyxCriticxEmile, Moceit

Warning: teasing, threats, foreshadowing, pastshadowing(?), obvious gays being oblivious

-let me know if I need to add more warnings-

(please give some love to my wonderful cowriter @star-crossed-shipper, as well as @kuroyurishion, who has given me quite a few ideas for future chapters!)

/I totally projected my best friend and I’s dynamic onto Remy and Virgil’s dynamic, incase anyone is wondering why they act like they do!\

*if you want, message me or comment with theories of what happens next! I’ll credit you of course, I just want readers input on how the story should go!*

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Logan had just finished restocking the sugar racks when Remy came busting through the door.

“What’s up bitches? Your favorite insomniatic slut is here and just got two cuties to love and cherish!”

Remy sat on the counter and Logan handed Remy his specialty coffee, totally not trying to butter him up or anything.

“Ah, my favorite employer. You have returned. So, how did your romantic endeavors go? Was my guess of woe correct?” Logan asked, watching Remy take a big gulp of his drink the sigh.

“Nope! It was what onderful! He was so sweet, likes cartoons, and even helps people! He’s an angel. I’ve been friends with him since middle school, and we were just catching up. His boyfriend is just like him, and we were actually partners in a few classes when I was still in college. We all met at the park and then went for brunch. I commented on how they look like such a happy couple and I wish I could have that, and then they invited me to join in their relationship! They both confessed to liking me and long story short, I am now in a polygamous relationship with my childhood friend Critic and my psychology partner Emile!”

“Wow.” Logan said, looking faintly surprised. “I’m impressed. You got two boyfriends and I didn’t even manage to get his name.”

Remy whipped around and hopped off the counter. He set down his drink and leaned over the counter with his chin atop his hands.

“So Logie,” Remy smirked, “whose the guy? You told me that you pride yourself on being able to make people trust you enough to get names from them without using your fae magic. That’s the whole reason you wanted this job. Well, aside from having the privilege of working for me, of course.”

Logan nodded. “I know. People typically throw their names at me way too trustingly, but I don’t think he trusts very easily. It’s a shame, he is extremely aesthetically appeasing. I even tried to non-magically charm him and it still didn’t work. He definitely has walls.”

Remy nods like he understands, but the smirk has yet to leave his face.

“Ooo, so Logan, who’s the hottie that evaded you and your flirting? Was he a regular?”

Logan shook his head. “I’ve never seen him before but he said he knows you.”

Remy raises his eyebrow and takes a sip of his drink.

“The name he gave me was Anxiety.”

“SPPPTTHTT!” Remy spewed out coffee. Logan looked alarmed, but Remy more so.

“No shit?! He visited? And I missed it? You think he’s hot? Oh, oh Logan. I’ve known Anx my whole life, he’s like a little brother. All I can say is good luck. And be patient.”

Logan wipes up the mess and responds. “I shall take your words into consideration. I’ll admit, I got frustrated because he has been the first to give me a false name, and I really wanted his name, but if it takes time for me to break down his walls it shall be time well spent.”

Remy nods and a very serious look passed over his face. He grabs Logan by the tie, pulling, and Logan is so startled he drops his rag.

“It will be time well spent because if you even so much as accidentally put too much foam into his ‘Damnit Karen’, I will fire you in more ways then one. Am I understood?”

“Perfectly.” Logan said while straitening his tie. He then got an idea.

“Say Remy, what did you say his name was again?”

Remy tilts his head.

“Anxiety?”

“No, you called him by another name.”

Remy thought for a moment the made an ‘o’ with his mouth.

“Anx? Yeah, that’s just a childhood nickname I gave-“

Remy looks at Logan slightly disappointingly and crosses his arms.

“...him. And if you want his true name, you can make him trust you enough to get it without using your magic. And if you try with any of your tricks, keep in mind that I know just what type of paralyzing nightmares to send your way.”

Logan blinked and picked up his rag. Despite his particular stand as a fae, he does not like people to know of it, and he does not like to use his magic on people.

However, Remy knows of Logan’s standing and magical capabilities, and is the only person that can truly intimidate Logan.

“I can tell that Anxiety is very close to you. And you are extremely protective of him. I never had any intentions of using magic on him, and if anything, that decision has just been solidified.”

Remy looked satisfied with that response. He started to walk away, and in a burst of nervous energy, recklessness, and perhaps a slight death wish, Logan called out.

“Remy, wait.”

Remy turned around and raised his eyebrow.

“Yes?”

Logan swallowed and adjusted his glasses.

“I promise I will never use magic on him unless I have your permission and his consent, but I was wondering if you would mind if I... try to get his name using different tactics?”

Remy crosses his arms and steps forward. “What tactics?”

“... uhh, well, charming him? If that is approvable.”

Remy swiped his hand over his face and huffed out a laugh. Then the laugh got stronger and he flopped into the nearest chair.

“So let me get the stra- let me get this gay, you want my permission to flirt with my little brother?”

“Yes...?”

Remy rolled his eyes. “For such a smart person, you are a complete dumbass. Do you remember when I told you about one of my friends that I basically adopted and we were roommates before I opened up shop?”

“Yes, you told me that we would be a cute couple and your ‘otp’ ?”

“Uhuh, the friend is Anxiety.”

Logan’s mouth dropped open in shock. Remy shook his head, still chuckling.

“Yes, I give you permission to flirt.”

“Thank you Remy. Would you like me to keep you updated? I could ‘spill the tea’ as you say.”

“Oh, absolutely! Now, excuses me, I have a brother to call and get his side of the story. And we are going to talk afterwards too, so don’t go to far! I’m sure you want to know if he finds you hot too.”

Logan finished up an order and smirked. “Oh, he does.”

Remy walked to his office and laughed. “I can’t wait to hear this.”

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Virgil left Bitchin’ Brews, he headed straight to Sunshine Daycare.

‘Alright, so, Patton gets off at 12, five minutes. He can give me advice...’

Virgil stood beside the entrance, and waited. Patton exited, saw Virgil, and ran to him.

“Virgil! Hi! What are you doing here?” Patton asked while hugging him.

“Hey Pat. I was wondering if you wanna have lunch together? I kinda want to talk to you about a few things...”

Patton nodded and looped his arm through Virgil’s. “Sounds perfect. Let’s go to The Mindpalace Cafe and chat!”

Once they were seated and ordered their drinks, Virgil cleared his throat.

“Ok, so, I wanted to talk to you and get advice about this thing that happened this morning. I went to go see Remy, but he was not there. There was the really attractive barista, and he told me Remy was out, getting a boyfriend or something.”

Patton nodded along, but was slightly confused.

“Ok I get that, but I don’t understand what’s wrong?”

“Well... he’s fae. He asked for my name, got upset when I said Anxiety, and completely blanched when I called him out on being fae.”

Patton instantly became concerned. He grabbed Virgil’s arm, started checking his pulse.

“Did he enchant you? Your pulse is normal, but did he? Is that what this is about? I’m so sorry Virgil, I can’t believe this happened aga-“

Virgil leaned over and pressed his hand to Patton’s mouth.

“No, nothing like that. He didn’t enchant me or anything, he just got a bit frustrated with me for not giving my name.”

Removing his hand and seeing that Patton’s still confused, he continued.

“I need you thoughts and advice because... he flirted with me to get my name. No enchant, regular flirting. I didn’t give it to him, of course, but how do I go back? That’s my favorite coffee shop, Remy is there, you are laughing. Why are you laughing?”

Patton composed himself and shook his head. “Virgil, sweetie, as one of your best friends I say this to you with the upmost respect... you’re kind of stupid.”

Virgil looked as insulted as he felt.

“Please don’t be offended Verge, I just don’t understand your problem. A person you find attractive, flirted with you, didn’t enchant or take advantage of you in anyway, and only got slightly offended. I see nothing wrong.”

Virgil couldn’t believe his ears. He rubbed his forehead, trying not to groan aloud.

“Seriously Pat? I’m anxious about everything! I don’t trust the fae, and I don’t know if I can trust the barista. How can I go to Remy’s if I can’t trust the person who works there?”

Patton pondered that. After a few moments, he held up a hand.

“Oh! I know!”

“Yes Patton?”

“Talk to Remy. If he has done nothing wrong, simply ask Remy if you think it would be wise to stay in contact with the cute barista. He will understand your concerns.”

Virgil was amazed. He fiddled with the edge of his sleeve and looked up.

“That’s great advice! Uhhh, I should have thought of it.”

Giggling, Patton patted Virgil on the head. “It’s ok, here’s a Patton pat. At least we get lunch!”

After lunch, Patton and Virgil parted. Virgil heads to his dorm, and his phone rings as soon as he shuts the door.

“Remy? Hey! What’s up?”

“Bitch, how the hell am I supposed to know? You never talk to me anymore!”

“Hey, don’t blame me, I came by today, and you weren’t there.”

Remy sighed. “Yeah, sorry about that. I was at a brunch. Speaking of, do you remember Critic?”

Virgil removed his boots and jumped onto his bed.

“The Critic you wanted to ask to prom but chickened out? Both years?”

“Yes you asshole. That Critic. I thought I said we were never to mention that again?”

“No, you said you wouldn’t. I just got more ice cream for you.”

“ALRIGHT! Enough about that, anyways, the reason I asked was because I am now dating Critic and his boyfriend Emile.”

“The sa-“

“Yes! That Emile.”

Virgil laughed. “Alright, congrats dude! I’ll give them the brother talk next time I see them.”

“No, please don’t. Changing subject, what happened when you came to the shop?”

Taking a deep breath, Virgil prepared himself. “Well, I met your barista. He’s fae. And he asked for my name.”

“What happened? He didn’t do anything wrong, did he?” Remy asked, knowing full well what happened but still getting ready to commit murder if Virgil said yes.

“No no, nothing like that. He was a bit frustrated that I gave a fake name, but other than that everything seemed fine. I just don’t know what to do. He’s really attractive, but he’s also fae, and he works for you...”

Remy huffed out a laugh. “So, you think he’s attractive?”

“Really? That’s what you got? That I think he’s hot?”

“Yep!” Remy responded, popping the p.

Rolling his eyes, Virgil decided to take Patton advice. “Yes, but I’m not sure I can trust him. I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but I don’t think I could continue to go to Bitchin’ Brews if I can’t trust the barista.”

“Verge, I’ve talked to him. I already knew about the meeting. He was a bit irked having not gotten your name, but that’s just because you were the first person to not freely give it to him. He has already swore to never enchant anyone at my shop, and he told me that he will never use any magic on you unless you ask first. It is up to you, but I think he’s a good guy.”

Virgil sighed, relieved and grateful for the good report.

“Oh, and one other thing,” Remy said, smirk evident in his voice. “He finds you hot as well.”

Virgil groaned and Remy laughed. They continued talking until around six, when Virgil was promptly told to, “go get some damn food in you, ya twig!”

Virgil eventually went to bed, and had decided that he would give the cute barista a chance, but definitely make him work for the name.

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