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haliteatiger · 5 months

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Happy Werewolf Wednesday, ya'll! We're serving up a big pot of tea tonight so get those cups ready!

Special thanks to Blackbackedjackal and King for their help in putting this together, editing, and especially to Jackal for being so supportive and encouraging. I'm very much not normally the type to do call-out posts, but people need to be aware of Dogblud, as she has hurt, not only myself, but quite a few others as well, and seems to have somehow gotten away with behaving like this for 20-odd years. I'm of the mind she shouldn't be allowed to do so any more, hence this post.

TL;DR - Beware of Dogblud, aka Ashryn, aka DogofBlud, aka ThatDogMagic. Very, very long post under the cut.

With everything happening with DogBlud and Blackbackedjackal's studio, I felt emboldened to come forward with my own experiences with her. This is something I've been carrying around since it happened roughly 2 years ago. It was one of the main reasons that put me off drawing werewolves, my own characters, or engaging any more in the fandom. I've hinted at it a few times but I've never had the energy to come forward and deal with the fall out. I wanted to move on with the rest of my life because IRL was more important than online drama. And I knew her behavior would come back to bite her sooner or later, regardless of what I did.

It's been very validating to see that I was right.

It was around the time that Blud and I became friends that I was feeling a bit burnt out on werewolves. I'd been trying to pull together my own werewolf-related project for something close to 12 years. The past 4 years had also been pretty draining on me creatively and socially, as it had for a lot of artists with regards to the pandemic. I also had some IRL things I was dealing with: mainly with my marriage and transitioning between medications to manage my anxiety + bipolar.

Unfortunately, I didn't have the foresight to screenshot everything at the time. I do have logs from back when we roleplayed together. There are several conversations in them but because they were saved as text documents, they're pretty dubious in terms of solid evidence.

It would have been better if I had taken screenshots as it was happening, rather than just saving the logs. With what I *do* have, however, I feel as though it may be enough to make the point that I'm trying to make, and to exhibit how horrible things got.

I'll provide some context.

I had talked with Blud on and off over the years, and we had always gotten along. We had a lot in common and after we had started talking more, our friendship eventually grew into a collaborative project. We were going to combine our stories and write a comic based on it. We had a lot of discussions on how Blud was reticent to do this in the beginning and how she wanted a contract to be made up so that in the event that something *did* happen, we could both walk away feeling like it was handled fairly.

Honestly, I should have listened to the first alarm that went off in my brain, when, in an act of ominous foreboding she said something along the lines of don't be so sure, it could happen. It was in response to me being like "we're getting along so well and share so much of a bond right now. I can't fathom that being a problem!"

The contract never materialized. It was something we had decided to do *after* we had put together something of a prototype project to see how well we worked together. It made complete sense to me at the time as we were both eager to focus on the fun parts of writing and drawing together.

It was decided that I would be the lead artist (doing coloring and final lines) while Blud would do everything else (which was inking, layouts, and the majority of the writing). The both of us felt that she had more experience in those areas. I also believed that she had a better knack for it as well. I had felt that she had a better understanding of story structure than myself. And I thought that Blud had felt the same way about my art. That I had the experience to take point on that.

Since I had collaborated with other artists and writers before, I attempted to approach the project with the same sort of professionalism I always do. Especially the projects that I genuinely thought stood a chance of being published in the future. We had started out trying to get a feel for each other's flows and rhythms. I had expected Blud to try and meet me in the middle of where our processes would potentially differ from one another, so that we could develop a fairly smooth workflow.

I had also expected, according to our discussions on the matter, that we would value each other's opinions on things and take them into consideration. We had such good synchronicity already.

In the beginning, there wasn't any unusual behavior that caught my attention. Blud was a bit uncomfortable with trying out new things but I did my best to accommodate her so that our project could move forward without too much turbulence. She had also mentioned to me before that she was autistic, and since my husband is also autistic, I knew how difficult it could be when it came to adapting to new routines. But when it was time for her to deliver the first set of layouts, it wasn't at all what I expected.

What I had expected was something with margins, clearly marked boxes, and figures that I could do rough lines over. I also expected notes that confirmed what we had discussed earlier about the project; that way I knew what she wanted or if there would be any changes. She took offense to this, feeling like I was violating our agreement. Though Blud did try to give me space with regards to the actual art, and while she would offer criticisms here and there, I trusted her opinion as an artist and as a friend. But apparently that didn't go both ways. In fact, Blud seemed to be offended that I expected more from her.

Blud agreed to concede. She suddenly seemed fine with the changes that I had asked for after seeing the layouts. I guess she was feeling overstimulated by the change and I might have been applying too much of a critical tone to her responses to begin with. I have had to deal with rejection sensitivity throughout my life and it's certainly prompted me to approach what people say to me online with a bit of scrutiny (sometimes too much).

And while I was mildly annoyed, although admittedly I was more concerned with Blud's overall reaction to my asking for clarification about several things in the layouts, I let it go. But it seemed like there was a problem. The majority of my ideas were either rejected or outright overridden with Blud convincing me that my faulty memory had made me unable to remember what we had agreed upon. Or that I might have been misremembering in my own favor.

There was one time where we were discussing a monster's design. Blud had already decided to settle on one design that she had come up with, even as I continued to offer other suggestions. The story was to take place in my setting, so I was under the impression that I got to decide what kind of creatures should populate it. The conversation ended somewhat ambiguously. I had assumed that we'd come to a solid conclusion later.

I came back the next day and it turned out that we were using her design because that was what we had decided on. "Don't you remember? You really need to do something about that faulty memory of yours, Tek. I can't be doing this for you all the time."

At which point, Blud would go back and meticulously scour the conversation until she managed to find a set of lines that would make it seem as though I had 100% agreed. Even when I tried to explain that I had meant something else, she took it as an affront on her inability to understand nuances due to her autism.

I admit that my memory isn't that greatest at times, but I've never had anyone complain about it before. And none of my friends have ever minded providing reminders to me if I did misremember something incorrectly. We all forget stuff at times, right? It's *still* something that I'm self-conscious about because (like a lot of people with ADHD) my memory seems selective at times. This was, apparently, a problem that I needed to manage.

And even as I'm remembering these incidents to the best of my ability, I've already spent so much time recounting all of this to friends. I feel confident in my recollection. There are some details that may overlap or become entwined with other things, but it all basically tells the same story. Especially in conjunction with what's been said by others. You're free to take it as hearsay since I do not have screenshots to back this up.

I will mention (since I've been told it's something that Blud has taken particular interest in) that at one point, I did have a crush on her. I was having some problems IRL, and it was nice to have someone whom I felt actually understood me. I also felt like I saw a lot of myself in her. I think that, at one point, I did describe her as the kind of "girlfriend" I would want. Blud seemed to indicate the feeling was mutual.

Between our collaborative partnership and all of the details we shared about our lives, it did feel like an intimate relationship at times. I had no intentions of pursuing it. We were not compatible in our romantic and sexual identities, and I had no intention of leaving my current partner for her.

I had begun to notice red flags, even if I wasn't ready to accept them yet.

I've had experience with abusive relationships in the past but they were in person, and not online. I knew what to look out for and yet I was being willfully ignorant about our friendship. I wanted to give Blud the benefit of the doubt. I wanted the project to work *so* badly that I was willing to work with her increasing demands as the months went by.

I had no idea that those demands would change into, quite literal, temper tantrums. It would then trigger my fawning response which was due to an abusive family situation that I had dealt with before I moved to Canada. The tactic was this: concede to someone until there was a time that they either understood reason or I had the chance to use it against them if necessary.

I started to take screenshots. I wish that I had taken a lot more of them so that everyone could get a better idea of what was happening. I did go back and manage to record the majority of the first outburst. It was the first inkling I had that Blud wasn't playing with a full deck of cards. I knew that that would be one of the first conversations that she would promptly delete. And consequently, I was right.

This assortment of screenshots will exhibit the first serious confrontation that Blud had with me. I am absolutely *not* proud of how I handled this. I was literally panicking at the time and doing whatever I could to get her to calm down. Because I have a temper that can look similar to this in person, I knew that I had to wait until the post-tantrum clarity would hit Blud. I tried my best to not lose my own temper in turn but looking back, I feel that I came off as sounding too timid.

I didn't want to ruin this project.

I wanted to make a comic with an individual that I admired and respected as a fellow artist. And, with me not knowing how to respond, my main priority was to not make things any worse than they already were.

Below is the conversation in its entirety:

I had taken this screenshot on my phone after I had stepped away to compose myself. Blud had handled the confrontation and criticism with a reasonable amount of apprehension. But what had not occurred to me was that I could have said something that would remind her of past experiences with a roleplaying group.

It was something that had evidently scarred Blud for life.

I took away the wrong things from what she had told me, choosing to focus on the aspects of the "betrayal" that had appeared to bother her the most. And in hindsight, I did not see the correlation. I was genuinely apologetic that I had hurt her feelings.

But I *will* critique Blud for her poor handling of the situation. Whether or not I had hurt her feelings, no one is entitled to act like this or claim that this is what attempting to resolve a problem should look like.

I wasn't sure on how to initially respond to Blud. It had been ages since I'd had to deal with someone flying off the handle like that.

The following screenshots are where the conversation picked up, after she had already deleted the above message:

We had weathered the "storm" and after Blud calmed down, she was ready to communicate. There was a part of me that was genuinely sincere when I apologized to her. I did mean it when I said that I had no intentions of hurting her and that I hadn't considered how my statement would sound to her.

I had hoped that this had been a stress response due to factors outside of our collaboration. And especially when I took into account how she had interacted with me in the past. I knew that Blud had a lot going on IRL, and that she had already put a considerable amount of energy into this project.

I had taken her meltdown more personally than she could perceive that I would, because this was something that was acceptable to her. She had a "condition" that would absolve her of these abhorrent meltdowns and I needed to get used to them if we were going to continue working on that project together.

I was shaking the entire time we were typing in the chat.

I was sincere in my responses. I really did want to work things out with Blud and give her the benefit of the doubt. I could have been taking the things that she said too personally or maybe I had been reading too much into the situation. Was there a chance that I could have been misreading her outburst? I tried my best to keep an open mind though I was still somewhat baffled by the fact that she would have meltdowns as often as she did.

I confided in my husband and some other friends about the situation. They were also bewildered by Blud's actions.

By this point, I was struggling with the reality that this collaboration was most likely *not* going to work out but I still wanted to try. I still cared about Blud. We would still hang out together and talk about things like music, our characters, or our stories.

While I did have the foresight to go back and screenshot this section, I wasn't fast enough to get screenshots of everything else that I will be going over. Blud *did* admit to going back and deleting certain exchanges due to a mixture of shame; not wanting to look at them when she would scroll through our conversations.

In retrospect, it was very telling.

And even after that meltdown, I still enjoyed the friendship that I had with her. I kept my guard up but I was willing to make compromises on her behalf if it resulted in better communication between the two of us. Blud made me promise to immediately tell her if I had a problem with something. I also agreed to keep notes of our conversations.

It worked for the most part.

In the end though, it became apparent that Blud wasn't willing to do the same for me (even after we had an extended conversation about it). I then realized that I had been tasked with basically *managing* her autism for her. I was already busy with my supposedly "bad memory" at the time; and Blud was more than ready to scroll back up through our conversations to cherry-pick a line or two of text to remind me of what was said earlier.

Because, for her, circumstances couldn't ever change. If they did, it would mean that Blud had lost control of the situation and that she was in the wrong. She could *not* be in the wrong.

And if she was in the wrong? It would take solid evidence, three witnesses, and a court of law to prove it.

She had two other major meltdowns after this. I managed to step away from communicating with her through one of them and I don't remember the other meltdown lasting very long. She immediately deleted the texts of both of those instances before I could take screenshots of them.

It seemed like I could do nothing right when it came to Blud, no matter the lengths I would go to accommodate her. I knew that it was a common tactic used by abusers. I finally accepted that our partnership wasn't going to work out and I began thinking about an exit strategy. The final straw was when she began to expect me to be at her beck and call.

I had promised that I would be there for her, within reason, and I was willing to offer reassurances whenever she would ask me for them. The promise had been made back when we had first started to talk to one another with more frequency, before Blud had shown me her true colors. I would end up completely underestimating just how badly she would need reassurance.

To be frank, I underestimated a lot about Blud in the beginning.

I would end up mentioning that I enjoyed my space in several different conversations with her. That there was a chance that I might be offline for several days so I could take care of things IRL and recharge my social batteries. I'm somewhat of a recluse. And an adult who enjoys things that aren't online.

She said that it was fine.

I became incredibly anxious when I would talk to Blud, especially after her somewhat abrupt change in personality.

I then attempted to put my foot down about boundaries and this is what she had to say:

I decided to walk away for a bit and I came back after I had had some time to think things over. This wasn't healthy for either of us. I wrote a couple of sentences to say goodbye to Blud before I blocked her. I knew that my actions would probably infuriate her. She had told me in the past that she *hated* not being able to have the final word... which she was able to do through email:

“And I'm not letting you pretend you have control over the situation, or the high ground. You distinctly have neither. But since you're determined to stick to your 'principles' on this, I've decided to make it easier for you.”

She thought that she was absolved of all sins just because I had said that I would stand by her at her worst. And at the time that I said that, I had no idea that her worst would be her trying everything possible to protect her boundaries while stomping all over mine. It didn't matter what she said or how often she would apologize when I would confront her. She kept doing it.

I admit that I wasn't perfect in this situation either.

There were times when I was condescending, critical, or downright mean when I talked to Blud because that was the way I had felt when she was talking to me. I soon realized that it didn't matter either way. I could have been using the friendliest tone imaginable and she still would have perceived it as either mocking or dismissive on my end. There were even a few times where I would preface my explanations with an advisory “please know that I am not attacking you and try to read this in an understanding tone,”etc. I would then post an explanation I had spent hours picking at to ensure that there was no way she could misinterpret the intent. Even so, she still read the majority of what I said as criticism and would take it to heart.

I never expected Blud to do something that made her uncomfortable; nor did I expect her to overextend herself when it came to our project. I would go out of my way to make sure everything was fine when we would talk about it. I only expected mutual respect in return.

When we would get into discussions (arguments), she would never attempt to understand my point of view or let me explain myself. It would have made it about me when it should have been about Blud and her needs. She sometimes would agree to come to a compromise about something, but only if I would admit that I was in the wrong.

I know that if Blud was to look at these screenshots, she'd be incredulous that I'm trying to distract from the horrible things that *I* did. And those horrible things that I did? I tried my best to work with her.

It wasn't just her poor teamwork that bothered me. It was her attitude and the lack of respect that she showed me. She would never ask me to clarify something that I said; always assuming that it was a criticism against her. I can only speculate that Blud did not want to hear about how any of this was her fault, like in the email she sent me.

I don't know if I was actually her friend at any point. Friends make efforts to understand one another. Ideally, they’d want their friendships to continue, and they would want everyone to be getting along and having fun. She seemed to actively defy that.

I would argue that things like this don't just happen in a vacuum. There's almost always a reason for such things, but it's honestly a mystery to me as to where this vitriol comes from. I don't know why Blud sees monsters in every word, especially if they come from a "friend".

I've seen her viscously mock herself during meltdowns; it seems like she hates herself and expects everyone else to hate her too. I think that she wants it to be the truth, so that it validates the feelings she has about herself. The behavior patterns that I'd been exposed to are consistent with the idea that Blud is seeking confirmation about the personal assumptions she has about herself. It's what makes her so volatile to those around her. Yet, she refuses to break the cycle.

I hope that she can make that choice in the future but at this point, I'm not holding my breath.

#dogblud #it feels a bit dirty doing a call out post #but people need to know #she's gotten away with this for far too long #i generally tend to give people the benefit of a doubt #clearly too much #but you can only make up so many excuses before you begin to realize that #at the end of the day #people still have the ability to make a choice #“everyone always leaves me”#well maybe you should really consider what the common variable is #just sayin

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jensettermandu · 7 months

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-𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣, 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙜𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚-

-𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲-

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content warning; MDNI, morally grey characters, toxic relation/situationships, domestic abuse, violence, substance use/abuse, mentions of weight/toxic beauty standards, dubcon, a lot of smut (spitting, spanking, bondage, choking, rough sex, etc. appears), age gap (legal), mentions of sensitive topics, not made for glorification of toxic relationships.

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For a moment, Y/n didn't want to wake up. She wanted to end her night once and for all, but the reality had dawned upon her and she couldn't ignore what had happened anymore. There were lines she was fine with being crossed, but certain weren't worth it anymore no matter how good Jennie made her feel or how she felt for the woman. It would be too self-degrading because it had already been all this time.

It hurt to think about it, but every other moment with Jennie hurt twice as much and it no longer was worth tearing herself into small pieces just to be with the woman. Had it ever been worth it? Y/n couldn’t lie to herself and say no because she could see past the facade of the horrible person that Jennie was, but it tore at her to know that she wouldn’t be the one to stay and see the facade crack and let Jennie come out.

Y/n slowly sat up in the bed, she had never been to Jennie's place before and she wasn't going to come back. There was no home to go to, she was already aching and couldn’t ache more just to force something without a base to be her home when it wasn’t stable enough to be one.

She looked down at the woman who hadn't changed and was lying in her lap, hugging her waist. The white tee was stained with blood that was the vixen's. She could feel the way her lower lip pulsated and she gently ran her fingers over it. It made her stomach drop because she never wanted Jennie to take it so far and leave her with so many choices, but only one right one.

It twisted and twisted until there was nothing more left to twist and Y/n was left to feel sick at the emotions that had been twisted and poured over her body. It made her shaky, the sadness, the anger, the regret, the longing already happening, the despair of knowing that she wasn’t enough to break those walls and see the other part of Jennie that seemed dead by now.

She grabbed hold of Jennie's arms and gently unwrapped them from around her, the black tee and sweat shorts loose on her as she had been changed. Jennie didn't want to let go as she instantly wrapped her arms around Y/n again the second the contact disappeared. Heat ran across the older woman's body at the anxiety that shot through her and woke her up in an instant.

She had never experienced such fear, such fear of losing the one thing she couldn’t lose because she had never had something she couldn’t lose. Jennie could have it all because she had the money, but she knew that she would never be able to get another Y/n. No one would ever replace Y/n.

She wanted to take responsibility for what she did–even if she mixed it all up in her head.

"No, no, where are you going?" Jennie tried to grasp at Y/n, her voice quivering awake as she forced her eyes open. The sleep she had gotten didn't help her at all. Her brain felt like mush, her body was trembling from exhaustion, it was trembling from fear and overwhelming emotions she hadn’t felt in years.

"You can't leave me, Y/n." She added and got on her knees. Jennie's eyes which were laced with regret, guilt, and despair looked into Y/n's wide eyes as the girl looked conflicted, but at the same time sure of what had to be done. It made her chest heave as she had never needed to beg someone to stay, if anything she had always made them leave and she did once again, but not intentionally. She couldn’t have her leave.

Y/n was Jennie’s lifeline, she was the only thing keeping her grounded and alive, and she couldn’t lose that. Jennie had missed feeling things despite doing her best to be numb, but Y/n was different. The vixen made her want to feel everything because it felt good no matter how much it hurt after. This was different, she wanted to feel everything but the despair of not being able to keep someone who was leaving.

"Please." It was a plea and she tried to reach out for Y/n, to brush her hair away like she always did, to cup her face and kiss her until it would all go away and be fine. To reel her back in like she always did and make her stay by coaxing her and brushing off all her mistakes by showering her with love. Jennie was ready to go out of her way this time, to do more and better than all the other times, to even keep her promises if it meant that Y/n stayed.

All those gestures that always made Y/n melt into her only made her blanch away from her hold before she could even touch her skin.

"You slapped me, you busted my lip–You put your hands on me, Jennie. I'm not staying."

The words were shattering Jennie's world. The words were shattering of what was left of it, it was crushing her spirit and her barely beating heart. The words brewed hatred within Jennie, the one that made her fight for numbness because she couldn’t live with the hatred she held for herself.

It broke Jennie, she felt hopeless, she felt like she had fallen down a hole that she would never get out of and she would beat herself up in that hole until her last breath because she served no other purpose in a dark hole. It made her want to scream and cry, it made her want to punch until her knuckles were bleeding and fractured. It hurt, but it wouldn’t hurt as much as watching her last resort walking out, her only lifebuoy, the only ladder that could have taken her out of that hole. There would no longer be any tiny light shining down and she would be drowning in darkness that would fill the hole to the brim.

She sharply inhaled as Y/n looked at her with glossed-over eyes that held pity. She felt bad for Jennie because she didn't want to leave her, but she couldn't stay this time. It hurt even more to see Jennie tear up. She had hoped for things she never should have hoped for, but Jennie had been worth it. Those small cracks had made it worth it, the times she had seen the good. It burned her lungs with each breath as she thought that what she could have helped didn’t want her help at all, but only wanted to drag Y/n down with her.

"I– I know, but Y/n please listen to me. I didn't mean for it to happen."

The words that left Jennie only made it easier for Y/n to remove the duvet from her. The excuse wouldn't suffice and neither would an apology, but an apology would at least make it somewhat better. It wouldn't be an excuse to hurt her. This time Y/n couldn’t listen to Jennie’s excuses because nothing was a good enough excuse for this.

"How the fuck do you slap someone on accident." Y/n hissed in disbelief and got out of bed. The sun had found its way to the high ceiling windows of the bedroom, lighting up the white and modern-styled room as the woman never turned on the blinds. It shone light, but it did nothing to warm up the cold in the room as it was all freezing for Y/n. All that she had felt was getting cold as she couldn’t look at Jennie the same after she had hurt her this way and was trying to excuse it now.

"I got angry and I have a hard time controlling it!" Jennie exclaimed in despair as she got off the bed and quickly made it over to block the girl's way. She grabbed hold of her arms so she wouldn't walk, but Y/n slithered out of her hold and stepped back. Jennie's face fell into more despair at the way the girl wasn't allowing her to touch her. The way she walked away was as if she knew Jennie for her facade and had lost hope for the true her.

She knew Jennie too well.

She knew her lies.

She let them all pass as Jennie put them away for her.

"So you punch people."

"Please, Y/n, I am trying to work on it." She called out after the girl who made it past her after pushing her aside. Jennie couldn't reside in anger as she felt disgusted by herself after she had fully sobered up. Her body was giving out on her, she wasn't handling it at all. For the first time, something was fully out of her control as only Y/n could decide if she would forgive or stay or if she would leave. Jennie knew that she couldn’t force her no matter how much she would try and even if she forced her it would never be the same. She wanted Y/n to stay by choice as that would be worth more than her fortune.

It was a lie though; Jennie had never done anything to work on it. She's only enhanced it by doing things that made it worse by drinking and consuming illicit substances. It wasn’t like she did it by choice, she wished that she had the choice not to, but Jennie never had a good enough reason until now to try and change it.

Jennie fumbled for the right words, her brain tired and trying to get something together as she quickly walked after Y/n who tried to get her stuff. She picked up her jacket and the purse, not caring about the rest, but about leaving Jennie. She didn't want the older woman to make a bigger fool of herself. Y/n wanted to spare Jennie that. She still held sympathy for her. The vixen also knew that she would never be able to handle seeing Jennie break down in front of her for the first time the same way she had done multiple times.

Maybe it was selfish because despite all the bad Jennie had always been there for her even at her worst. It didn’t matter if she had been the cause of some of those moments, she still made sure to be there for her. Y/n couldn’t do that. This time she would be the selfish one.

"I grew up with an abusive father and they got divorced, but I was still staying with him now and then. He– He had been violent with me and my mum until I finally managed to get away by making my own money. I truly do not want to be him. I promise you. It just stuck and I've always hated this part of me."

Jennie managed to scramble for another story that wasn't hers to tell as none of it was true. Neither of her divorced parents was abusive, but the opposite as her mother had always loved her while she had always been an out-of-control fire–she didn’t know her father enough to judge the man aside from the fact that he had never tried to be present in her life. It wasn’t like she cared for the most part because she had never tried to mend it either.

Y/n reached down for the jacket and got pulled up by Jennie who took hold of her shoulder to make her look at her. Every little thing she did was laced with desperation and she couldn’t care about how pathetic it made her look. Jennie was grieving the loss of someone who was standing right in front of her. She didn't want Y/n to go. She knew the girl wouldn't come back.

Y/n hated goodbyes.

She finally had a reason to leave it all behind though.

At least Jennie wasn't the one leaving her which had been her biggest fear.

"Yet you're just like him, Jennie and you are putting women through the same thing your father put your mother through and live with that fact. You are 29 and you still haven't figured it out." Y/n spat out in repudiation because she couldn't understand what Jennie tried to come to by saying these things. They weren't making her stay, they only made her want to leave much quicker as she got out of the grip.

"I'm not staying around to earn more bruises because you can't control yourself." Y/n did a once over at Jennie as her tone withered and she frowned at the woman she had to leave behind. It was much harder than what she was making it look like. Each step felt like walking on glass and she wanted to jump into Jennie’s arms and listen to the billionaire tell her how everything would be good and all the hurt would pass. Y/n couldn’t do it though and continued to push through the glass-filled path.

"Listen to what I’m telling you!"

She called for the girl who headed for the door. The lump grew with each step that the vixen took and she watched her being closer and closer to leaving her. Jennie didn't feel heard, it felt like Y/n was fully dismissing her. Dismissing her excuses and lies that she spews out just for the girl and no one else. Jennie was going out of her way and it was doing nothing this time.

There was so much that she wanted to tell Y/n, to spill everything to her, to scream until her throat was bleeding just to get rid of all her burdens, to just at last for once cry in someone else’s arms. It was all for nothing because she was too scared of it. Jennie was too scared of opening up and telling Y/n the truth about all her self-hatred, all her burdens, all her pain and why she was the way she was.

"I don't control it. I don't control it. So why should I be punished for it? Understand me!" Jennie's anguish was clear in her words that she pushed past the ice-cold lump in her throat that wasn't giving her any mercy. She couldn’t push out at least half of the truth and she was losing someone because of it.

"And why should I be the one suffering because you can't control yourself!?"

She opened the bedroom door, seeing the stairs that led down to the first floor. There was so little yet so much left and she would have Jennie out of her life. It felt impossible though as she felt the tug in her heart the closer she got, the one that was tied to Jennie who kept pulling and trying to reel her back in.

"Y/n, please no, just wait," if only the girl could wait for a bit more, Jennie would be able to come up with better lies. She would be able to paint her a beautiful world with her lies, she just needed a moment. The lies that would make her stay. Jennie couldn’t figure out what the truth would make her do, but no matter what it felt like Y/n had made up her mind.

She just needed Y/n to wait.

Her tears fell as her nose prickled, forlorn washing over her as she hurried after Y/n who was walking away. Why couldn't she just wait? It pained Jennie, the tears stung more than any other tears she had shed in a while. They hurt more than the thoughts of tomorrow, the thoughts of her empty future that she had now sealed if Y/n left. Her breathing got heavier at the thought of what her life was, what she was, and what she would be until her last breath. She wanted to die at the doom she felt.

She had taken Y/n for granted. The only person who stayed no matter how many times Jennie messed up was now leaving because Jennie thought there was no limit so she took everything only to be left with nothing. She had taken everything after not getting anything for so long, none of these feelings and it all backfired. Her greediness for care and love kicked her to the curb as she had abused it all because no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t lose her old ways.

Jennie only had one last resort. One last try to make the girl stay as she spilled out some of the truth for the first time today.

"I love you and I truly didn't mean to hurt you. I feel terrible please believe me–" Jennie shrilled, a sob falling from her lips and she knew she had no right to cry or say that she loved Y/n after what she had done to her, after all the things she had put her through. Breaking Y/n into pieces hadn’t made her stay after she broke them beyond repair. She had lost whatever of Y/n’s trust she ever had. Although, Jennie couldn’t deny this truth for much longer. It wasn’t going away even when she was numb. "I love and care about you." She cried for the girl.

It had all been lies before, but she knew that this time it was the truth, she loved Y/n.

Jennie stopped at the girl who turned to her. Their eyes watering, spilling emotions, trying to get rid of the pain but it felt impossible to not hurt in a moment like this one.

"You love me? You dare to say that you fucking love me after hurting me? If you fucking loved me you wouldn't have raised your hand at me to begin with. You would've fucking controlled yourself and wouldn't have slapped me and busted my lip."

The woman could only listen to the way Y/n took out her anger at her. The anger and disbelief at the words she had heard from Jennie, the words that made it harder to leave. Harder to leave without saying something first. The only thing they caused Y/n was for the sadness, the pity, the regret and everything else to disappear. The only thing she could feel for Jennie now was immense anger for saying something that made everything much more difficult.

Jennie couldn't feel any anger or like she was being disrespected when the girl's palms collided with her chest as Y/n shoved at her. It made Jennie take small steps with each impact as she couldn't even look Y/n in the eyes at the shame she felt and stared at the hands that kept colliding with her. They didn't hurt her, Y/n had no real strength, and she couldn't find the strength in herself to hurt Jennie.

It made Jennie only realise more how much of a precious soul she had hurt and ruined. They would all have tried to hurt Jennie for this, they would throw things at her, scream at her and the bruises would form and Jennie would cause them even bigger bruises. Although it never really hurt. Yet Y/n’s weak punches didn’t hurt, but the words drilled into her skin, ripping her flesh and causing scars to drape over her skin.

She wished Y/n had never met her so neither of them would have to go through this, especially Y/n. Jennie felt guilty.

"You know what? Do what you want. Degrade me, scream and yell at me, break shit around me or punch a wall, treat me like shit in every way possible, but you fucking hurt me physically, that's a fucking line I am not willing to stay at after it's been crossed even if you love me."

The words would always linger longer than the impact of her shoves. The words would always hurt more than any bruises. Bruises disappeared, words were life long and Jennie would forever remember that Y/n despised her and everything else she would spit at her. All the things that Jennie deserved. It was Y/n’s time to break her, but she wouldn’t put her back together, she would leave her behind the way she deserved to be left broken and alone.

"You don't fucking love me. You just love control and when you don't have it, you fucking ruin everything around you even the people!"

Y/n couldn't stop herself from crying as they lost something they never had to begin with. She hated Jennie for everything she had done, the pain felt unbearable at the moment as she clenched her jaw to stop her sobs.

"I could never be with someone like you." She shoved the woman one last time who broke down fully. That was the final push for Jennie, to hear that she never would have had a chance with Y/n.

The homes they had found in each other had been destroyed before they even stepped inside.

Y/n walked down the stairs, ignoring the sounds of things breaking as there was nothing else to stay behind for. Whatever Jennie did now wouldn't matter to her as she slipped on a pair of slippers that lay by the door while taking out her phone. Y/n stepped out into the L.A. sun, the wound on her lip stinging from the heat that hit it and she called her only sanctuary while crying.

"Hello?"

"I need you to pick me up, please, I will send you the address."

"Of course, I'm driving right now."

She hung up as she walked along the long driveway of the mansion while sending her location. She received a confirmation that it would be five minutes as they were nearby.

Y/n tried to calm down, to not sob or cry harder as she wasn't supposed to cry over someone like Jennie. Jennie wasn't worth her tears, yet Jennie was able to make her heart turn into withering flowers that turned black with its petals crumbling into nothing more than dust. The girl was unsure if she regretted meeting Jennie at all or if she was happy that she had met the woman. Every thought was about Jennie when she stopped right by the tall black gates and leaned against the pedestrian gate as she could hear people right outside.

She took deep breaths, already working on forgetting the woman who made her life better and simultaneously ruined it. She tried to forget all those highs and the lows that Jennie held her through even if she caused them. It made Y/n bite down on the side of her hand to stop the sobs that wanted to leave her mouth. It hurt that Jennie had done so much good, but also so much bad, that she was possibly a good person under all the hurt she carried and caused.

Everything seemed to be a reminder of her.

Although Y/n couldn't stay despite loving the pain and wanting to drown in all the good she brought her. She had learned to love the pain and thought she would never want to live without it, but this was too much even for her.

She looked at her phone which went off after a while to see that the car was waiting.

The gate buzzed as she pressed the button that was on the inside and she pushed down the handle and opened the door. Whatever was going on had nothing to do with Y/n who tried to cover her face after realising that photos were being taken–lost in a daze of emotions–as she walked past the paparazzi. She picked up her pace on the last few feet to the car and quickly opened the door before getting inside, still holding the leather jacket up until the car started to move.

"Jennie?"

"Yes." It was a void whisper.

"I thought it was once and you blocked her after."

She shook her head while wiping at her tears.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

And so Y/n went on, telling Lisa everything that had been happening behind everyone's backs for the past five months. At last, letting all her burdens show as she unpacked the heavy bag she had been dragging along with her. She couldn’t carry it all by herself anymore.

[Four months ago]

Y/n couldn't bring herself to face Asher the day after.

The comedown and hungover were only making it worse.

She found herself in Lisa's apartment, bringing all her guilt, shame, and pain with her as she was crying in her best friend's arms. The tears didn't want to stop and she couldn't stop thinking about her actions.

The way it came so easily, how she cheated without a second thought and it was killing her that she had hurt someone who she loved so much. She loved him so much and couldn't comprehend what still made it possible to cheat without any second thoughts during the moment.

"What happened?" Lisa asked as the girl had come in the morning still in her pyjamas while looking like she had just lost someone dear to her. It was exactly what it felt like. Her mistake felt like she had lost someone dear to her. She had lost a part of herself when she chose to be selfish and relish in pleasure from lust instead of faithfulness from love.

"I– I cheated on Ash." She barely managed to say through her sobs and the words brought her through even more spreading pain. It was like being dragged through a road filled with broken glass and needles.

"When? Y/n, please calm down." She knew that it was wrong, but it was her best friend and she'd do anything for the girl. She would even keep her biggest and dirtiest secrets even if she was friends with her boyfriend too. Lisa could never hurt the girl, so she settled on hurting the man because she had known Y/n all her life.

"Last night–" She clutched onto Lisa's shirt, hating herself for crying when she had no right to cry for what she did. The vixen knew that she had sinned and deserved no solace for these mistakes, the acts of letting herself get swallowed by the sin of lust. "I was drunk and high on ecstasy and Jennie was there and...it happened and then it was over and I knew what I had done."

Lisa couldn't say anything, it wasn't her relationship, but Y/n's. She instead provided her with a place to cry in as she held Y/n and let her confess her sins while she listened, but she couldn't give her the forgiveness that she wanted. Only Asher could give her that.

"Are you going to tell him?" Y/n asked at last as she pulled away. Lisa held onto her shoulder, looking into the red and tear-filled siren eyes of her friend. "Only if you want me to, Y/n." She would only do what Y/n needed her help with.

"Keep it a secret." She mumbled and looked down at the shame she felt of not having the guts to tell the truth while having the guts to cheat. She didn't have the guts to earn up to her mistakes all while being able to do them.

"Any day. I'm your best friend, always."

[Present]

"Don't touch me," Jennie finally snapped as she couldn't do it, her body was trembling as the tears came right back to her eyes.

She hadn't left the gated mansion in a week and hadn't let anyone in unless she had called for them. The place hadn't been cleaned and the things she had thrashed to take out her regrets, anger, and frustrations were still in the way of walking.

Even if she wanted to leave, she couldn't bring herself to do it because of how her body was faltering with every step she took and how she was breaking with each thought of the girl. Paparazzi were swarming outside the gates–security hired at the gates–after the woman she had seen in Las Vegas had come forth with allegations of aggravated assault.

Jennie was drowning in the misery that she had caused herself.

Only time could tell who more would come forth now that one person had.

Her team was working full-time while Jennie was fighting herself over Y/n.

She always got out of these things, but now her ego had died when the girl had left her and it no longer mattered how much or little power she had. That power no longer felt good, it no longer mattered how much she had because it suddenly felt like nothing without Y/n right there.

She shoved the woman on her knees in front of her away by her head when she didn't stop undoing her jeans. The blonde woman fell back at the force with a wince.

"What're you doing?"

Y/n hadn't been the reason why anything ended.

She knew that it was all her fault from the start, from the second they met.

Her mind and system were too big of a mess to think about sex when all she could think of was Y/n and the pain she caused the girl and the pain she was feeling herself. The pain she couldn't numb no matter how much she had drunk, smoked, or inhaled, if not swallowed. It all only drained her more and she spent her evenings throwing up the toxins that were killing her.

Maybe that was the point, to just go until she would drop dead because everything else was coming back after Y/n left and made Jennie truly realise where she was in her life. The hellhole she had fixed herself with her own money.

Jennie had never gotten her heart broken.

She couldn't tell if this was it or not, but it felt like the end of the world and as if she would die.

Or maybe she was dying because of the amount of substances in her body.

Her vision was impaired and she started to sob.

"I told you to leave me alone!" She screamed at the woman who hadn't left her alone yet. It seemed to reach her now as she took her stuff and only left the sound of the door to the bedroom slamming closed

She tried to drown it in her favourite things to forget Y/n; sex, drugs, and alcohol. It only made it worse and reminded her of Y/n. It turned out that her favourite thing was Y/n and that doing those things with the girl was what made them so good now. The vixen had ruined what she loved doing before by having her fall for her.

She whined through gritted teeth and ran her palms harshly down her face to try and get rid of these feelings. It wasn't working, nothing was and Y/n didn't seem to be coming back even if Jennie had hope. She got up on her feet, tumbling over them as she took her phone and regained balance once she stumbled onto her knees, landing on the white rug. Jennie shed more tears, unsure of what she had done to herself. Unsure of what Y/n had done to her.

Why was she ruining herself because of someone else? Because the lonely star had left her. It had never happened before, but now it did and she couldn't understand how a girl had her on her knees in her bedroom, sobbing into a rug. Jennie punched at it as her forehead pressed into the rug. The substances were getting the best of her emotions as she had no clue how to cope with all these things she'd never allowed to happen before.

Her hand went numb and her lungs burned from the screaming and crying, it made her slump down fully. She rolled over to her back, the tears running down the corners of her eyes and she looked at her phone. There wasn't a single message from the girl in a whole week and she hadn't gotten a single reply. There was no pride that was in the way, Jennie had thrown her dignity out of the window and had been begging the girl through messages, and multiple declined calls until she got blocked five days ago.

With her lip jutted out she opened her socials and went on an unofficial account because she had been blocked everywhere, not just her number.

Y/n was finishing a chapter, closing one that Jennie didn't want to close as she choked on her sobs, coughing at the spit that she choked on with each sharp inhale from the shuddering of her breaths. Despite the screen blurring every second she managed to find the girl who was gaining followers every day. Jennie knew because she was checking every day. After she left her followers went from 2k to 4k in a week. She had no clue why, but she assumed it was because Y/n got caught by paparazzi when she left and the allegations were revealed just a few hours before she left through that gate without looking back at Jennie.

She sniffled and opened the girl's stories while using her forearm to wipe at her eyes. The blur disappeared for a few seconds and she watched the girl who was living as if it never happened. It wasn't fair. It hurt Jennie even more and her gravest mistake was falling for the girl. The girl didn't have to move on because she never stopped at Jennie's pit stop. She had no clue how Y/n felt for her, she couldn't figure it out, but she knew what the vixen had told her.

She doesn't love him.

She's waiting for him to leave first.

She knows she has to leave him, but can't because she's scared.

Her heart maybe didn't belong to Jennie, but it didn't belong to him either.

Maybe she would have stayed even if she didn't love Jennie if it hadn't been for the guy.

Jennie sobbed as her stomach was twisting in longing for something she wanted to have.

Y/n had worked on her lies, she was living with them after coming up with the excuse that she was leaving the woman's house early in the morning last week because she and Lisa were friends. She and Lisa had crashed there, her friend covering every lie she told. She had stumbled into a wall when they were out and busted her lip while foundation covered the fingertips on her neck.

He believed everything she told him. He always did and would never doubt her.

The lies were eating at her and she wasn't sure what to do as she couldn't unpack it all. Instead, the box stood filled and out of sight for her boyfriend.

She didn't love him anymore, but she couldn't just get up and leave without telling him the truth, she neither could bring herself to tell Asher the truth. So she was stuck with him because she couldn't confess her sins to the only person who could forgive them or at least deserved to hear them even if he wouldn't forgive her.

Each day was spent thinking about Jennie no matter what she was doing or with who she was.

The allegations didn't make the ache any lighter aside from knowing that she got out on time. However, she felt horrible for Jennie, no matter how much she had hurt her and even laid her hands on her. She couldn't get those words out of her head, the images out of her head, the way Jennie broke down and was now going through this with the allegations. The woman had only brought it on herself, but Y/n felt pity for her either way because she had cared about Jennie.

They were portraying her as a monster with shots being fired from each side despite not knowing whether or not these allegations were true. Y/n knew her for more than what they made her to be. She knew Jennie for the good person that she was who made her feel loved and things she hadn't felt the same way with anyone else, but she also knew her for the horrible person that she was and made her feel things no one else had before.

The Jennie who broke her and fixed her because she loved and cared for Y/n.

It didn't matter as she stayed deluded and ignored those bad things because Jennie was still somehow perfect in her eyes. She didn't choose a side between the alleged and the victim though because no one except those two knew the truth. Even if Jennie had hurt her, she hoped that it wasn't true despite deep down possibly knowing what happened. Y/n didn’t want Jennie to prove her more right than she already had.

She shouldn't care, but she did because she still wished good for the woman whom she couldn't let go of or go back to. The woman who ruined her and made her dependent on her. The woman was more addicting than the drugs. She was the drug that put Y/n through the worst withdrawals.

How did she move on from someone she never had but lost?

Jennie's world was crashing, and Y/n's wasn't too far behind as the last standing pieces were burning.

It flashed before her eyes when Jennie threw the bag of coke in front of her when the phone got tossed onto the bed in front of her. Y/n's lips parted in confusion as Asher opened the door to the small wardrobe and she reached for the phone. It was yet another reminder of Jennie when she picked up the phone that was face down.

The chat between her boyfriend and the person only contained one thing and she didn't have to open the video to know what it was. Jennie only had that one video she never deleted and Y/n dropped the phone. She didn't cry at first, instead, she leaned back against the headboard and rubbed at her face–avoiding her healing lip.

She didn't say anything because she didn't deserve to speak up. Instead, she waited for Asher to cuss her out, yell at her, or somehow just react to what she had done. She was waiting for him to let it all out on her.

With a lump in her throat and undeserved tears welling in her eyes, she looked at the man taking out his clothes from the closet, throwing them onto the bed, her clothes falling onto the floor.

Asher cleared his throat. Y/n knew he wouldn't take any anger out on her, that he wouldn't cuss her out and scream at her. It made Y/n hate the man because he didn't do any of the things she deserved or wanted him to do for how she had hurt him.

He looked over at the girl whom he was heartbroken by, the one he still loved, but couldn't look at without seeing someone else. The vixen who he no longer recognized as Y/n but the star that was in the video, getting fucked in the throat on a bathroom floor wasted and high. There hadn't been a single trace of shame in the video, no guilt, no care. It was filled with euphoria, a bliss he had never seen her in until now, he hadn’t been able to cause her such euphoria. He couldn't tell what hurt more.

That this wasn't the woman he used to be connected to.

That there was no guilt, shame, regret, or care in the video.

Or that she had cheated on her.

Or maybe it was that she looked the happiest with someone else.

She wiped her tears before they could fall.

Jennie just kept ruining her life with every step she tried to take away from her–although she knew this was all her fault because she cheated. She wasn't letting Y/n go. The young girl was aware that he would have to get to know the truth at some point or that it would come out some way, but Jennie never had any right to meddle in her relationship. She never had the right to be the one to break the news to Asher, but she did because she was just as selfish as Y/n was.

"Do you even slightly regret it, Y/n?" His voice cracked and it swallowed the girl who looked down at her hands unable to face reality. How was she supposed to look him in the eye?

At some point, she stopped regretting things that felt good.

"I did at first, but it stopped after a while."

He scoffed to himself at how blind he had been by holding onto the girl she was before this, by staying blind and oblivious about how Y/n had changed despite it being obvious. Because he saw her change but pretended. He ignored all the signs and never wanted the truth. He would have been fine not knowing. Asher moved over to the bed and sat down at the edge beside the pile of his clothes as he stared at the floor. It was cracking, the floor beneath him felt like thin ice that cracked away with his trust.

"A while is how long exactly, Y/n?"

"Almost five months."

"It started when and with whom?"

"It's only been Jennie. I went to the party with her and it happened there for the first time."

He couldn't determine whether it was worse that it was just one person for almost five months instead of different people. It only meant that there was a reason for why she stuck to one person. Why did she keep running back to that one person? If she had run there for long enough everything had possibly shifted.

He looked back at the girl whose teary eyes were staring into his. Was she even in love with him still? Was she in love with the woman she had been seeing for the past five months? Was that why she kept running to no one else but Jennie? Hadn't he been enough and Jennie had been there to fill in and be enough for Y/n?

He didn't want to acknowledge the new person who he sat with though. He didn't want to acknowledge the rest of the problems, the drugs, alcohol and parties he had been ignoring while watching the girl ruin herself. He was stuck on the old Y/n and always would be.

"Do you love her?"

Asher's question made it feel like all oxygen disappeared in the world, being thrown into the universe and ultimately getting killed because she couldn't survive outside the layers of the earth. Jennie had become her world in five months and she had forgotten about Asher and her old self.

"It's complicated."

He looked away at that because those words hurt more than the video itself.

Y/n watched as he buried his face in his palms, it was someone who had been important to her, someone she had cared about–someone who she used to love. It broke her to know that she had managed to hurt someone this much. With everything telling her not to do it, she still crawled over the bed and to the guy. The hesitance made it hard to reach out to the guy who was trying to collect his tears.

She had been as horrible as Jennie all this time while trying to justify all her actions in her head.

"I'm sorry Ash I shouldn't have let it go on for as long as it did," those words felt so stupid when they left her mouth. She now understood Jennie better and why she spat out so many lies and words that didn't matter anymore when she was leaving. No one liked being left alone. She should have lied and it would have made him feel better.

Her touch made him shiver as it was still familiar and home. It was just the same skin, but not the same person on the inside. He shrugged her hand off of him because Y/n wasn't his home. She destroyed their home by inviting someone else into it, and by letting someone else intrude multiple times.

"No, you shouldn't have let it happen to begin with but you did–" His tone grew slightly harsher through the pained tears and Y/n sat back as her tears fell to see him this hurt. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting and she could only watch a part of her life get up from the bed they used to share. "Your sorry won't change what has happened Y/n because you don't even seem sorry." She watched how the life they had planned together was leaving her and her biggest fears didn't matter to him anymore. Y/n had to face them alone for what she had done and she knew that it was all her fault.

Those plans of a future together were gone as the guy left her alone, crying in the bedroom.

Y/n still hadn't come back;

Jennie was still dying in her home because of how everything hurt, not knowing what to do about it. She disregarded the mess she was, the way her nose had been bleeding with every inhale of substance. She disregarded the fact that she had barely slept for the past days, how her eyes were red and the circles dark. She disregarded the fain quivering within her bones at how weak she felt.

Jennie found clothes she hadn't trashed or thrown out of her closet and put on a pair of black sweats and a hoodie, fumbling with the sunglasses that she tried to put on using one hand while getting her car keys and phone with the other–her phone was dead when she picked it up. Slipping on a pair of sneakers that lay tossed on the rug after she walked out of the closet.

If Y/n wouldn't come back to her, she would make it to her on her own.

Two weeks.

She had been drinking herself wasted for two weeks and her throat was in pain from how her body was rejecting most of the alcohol she tried to down. It wasn't helping her numb the fact that she had lost a person who meant something to her. Jennie couldn't let it go, she had never gone so far for anyone because no one seemed worth it.

The sunglasses blocked the sun when she opened the door, the air was soothing against her sore body that was still forcing the toxins out of her through every pore. It still made her head pound and her vision filled with white spots at the strong light, the sunglasses doing the bare minimum. Her feet led her to the black Bentley with tinted windows to avoid being seen in this state as she didn't want to look in the mirror for longer than a second.

Jennie could no longer recognise herself, the person Y/n had made her when she left.

She got in the car and started it, making sure to blast the AC to cool of her warm body. There was only one star that was lighting up Jennie's dark world that had never been whole. The world that she had made was so horrible that upon entering most people left a second later because it was hard to breathe when standing in the waste of toxicity she had surrounded her presence with. The gates opened and she drove out, leaving the premises where she had been hiding out of shame for the past two weeks.

Jennie was heaving for breath after she made it up the stairs, using all her leftover energy to make it up as her body was exhausted. Her eyes landed on the few boxes that stood outside the door she had walked through many times before. Now it felt like a greater task to even knock. She hadn't come up with anything to say, her brain was running F1 races in a loop but they all seemed to crash, leaving her with incoherent thoughts.

All those lies she had always perfected seemed too flawed to say now. She wanted to go out of her way and lie for the girl to make it all better because the truth somehow always made it all worse, but so did the lies. Jennie stuttered when she knocked because nothing was good enough to say. She just wanted Y/n to forgive and forget and take her back in. It was stupid to hope because she knew it would never happen, the girl would never fix it for her when she opened and Jennie had no clue what to say.

It smelled of weed and coffee and Jennie had forgotten to check the time, date, and day as her days had been changed. She realised that it was morning, not evening and that she hadn't slept the whole night.

"Please, just talk to me." She begged the girl who looked like she hadn’t stopped crying for a second with eyes tired and her usual perfect posture slumped in despair.

Y/n looked at the woman who made her insides twist with hatred and adoration. She looked a mess as she pushed the sunglasses up, revealing her glossed-over eyes and dark circles around them. If possible, Jennie looked thinner and her voice was barely there. She looked back over her shoulder at the footsteps and the older woman looked past to see Lisa who walked out of the bedroom confused. It went silent for a few seconds.

Lisa gave a questioning look; wanting to know what Y/n was going to do.

"I will be just outside." She mumbled and Jennie stepped back, her heart increasing as Y/n stepped out of the apartment and closed the door after her.

"There's a reason as to why I am trying to get you out of my life, Jennie."

"But–"

"I don't like you, Jennie," this time the vixen was the one spitting out lies to make it easier for herself even if it was heavy on her heart. She couldn't do it any other way though. The tears were welling in her eyes because Jennie had that effect on her. Y/n couldn’t do this for much longer, it had torn her body enough and soon nothing would be left. This was for her good and it should have been this way from the start, but amidst it all Jennie felt like the best thing for her until now.

Jennie knew how to break her down, how to fix her, how to hold her.

She knew how to make her cry, how to make her feel, how to bring her to heaven and then hell.

Jennie knew how to bring her everywhere.

She shook her head, her lips parting at the words she knew weren't true. The feline could see in Y/n's eyes that she was lying, that she was denying the truth of it all. Jennie was the one who said she would always stay, but now she was the one being pushed away. Y/n didn't like being alone, but Jennie was there to take those fears away even if the girl was lying. She wasn't going to let it define her, her lies, she didn't care about them. All she cared about was getting back something she never had to finally have it.

"Why would you send him the video?" Her breath hitched as she was reminded of how everything had ended for her too. She shoved the hand off of her when Jennie tried to reach for her. Y/n had become fully aware of how toxic Jennie’s touch was and how easily she would become poisoned by it if she let this go on for too long.

"You know why." She enunciated because they both knew why she sent that video. They both knew what Y/n had confessed to her in that car and Jennie helped her do what she was so scared of doing. She had freed her of these chains—at least she thought she had done, but it didn't seem to be the case.

"You're a selfish fucking asshole, that's what I know. I never needed you to do anything, Jennie–" Y/n scoffed, the tears falling at the thoughts coursing through her mind. The thoughts of never meeting Jennie and none of this happening. The thoughts of never seeing Jennie again after meeting her all these times and falling so deeply into her crushed world that she tried to sort out, but never could. "I never needed you in my life to begin with and you still came in between us." She bellowed, emitting words with hatred–hatred Jennie knew she had for her, hatred Jennie had for herself, but that wasn't the only thing Y/n felt for her.

"You're denying it because you didn't want to lose him, but now you have. You know that I can give you so much more than he would ever be able to." Jennie raised her voice, her tone abrasive from how sore her throat was. Her voice echoed through the stairwells of the apartment building, it boomed through their bodies as she clenched her fists and jaw after. She was doing everything to tough up, but her insides were turning to dust and she wanted nothing more than Y/n’s comfort.

"I already told you the first time we met that I don't care about your money and status," she knew what Jennie meant, but she wasn't going to acknowledge the truth. It was easier to defy it and use something she didn't want instead.

"It's not about money, I can love you right, care for you, give you the world and not in a material way. I can give you what you need and you know it! You know what you feel for me and that he was in the way of it because you were scared."

Her tears ran down her face, they stung her skin as they had turned into something acidic. Her eyes were bleeding tears, they didn't want to stop when she saw Y/n. To see the girl she was slowly losing more and more with each second made her try and hold back her sobs at how real her loss was becoming to her. Y/n wasn’t faltering, she wasn’t seeing what Jennie was, and she wasn’t giving in.

"You say that you love me yet hurt me and excuse it as something out of control. Is that what you think I need? For someone to fucking drain me in different ways? I don't feel anything for you except hatred."

"That's not true! Please understand me for once. You said yourself that you wanted him to break up with you, to have a reason to leave you and now he did. You weren't just being selfish but hurting yourself, Y/n—" She felt helpless as she started to sob because nothing she said worked or changed the girl's mind. Jennie was slowly giving up, she was close to getting on her knees and begging her if she would just let her.

Y/n didn't get to move, but flinch when Jennie's frail body forced itself onto her lithe one and she hugged around her waist. It made Y/n's back crash into the door and she whimpered at the discomfort of still feeling warmth bubble in her at Jennie's coaxing touch. It was still comforting and the home she wanted it to be. She felt so horrible for Jennie and the state that she was in, she felt guilty, but she knew that she shouldn’t be. It was almost enough to make her give in.

"I didn't want to hurt you in any way, everything I have ever done to you was because I wanted to do the best for you. It was selfish, but can't you see that I am willing to go out of my way to love you? Give me a chance, I swear I will work on myself and love you like you should be loved, Y/n. Please, I beg you." Jennie's whole body shook as she cried on Y/n's shoulder, taking in the sweet floral scent that she wanted to drown in. The scent she would use on her sheets just to feel content when she wasn't with the girl. It made her feel warmth and hope, it made her feel whole for even just a second.

Jennie loved her, she loved her too much. She loved her enough to hurt her just to keep her.

Y/n gripped Jennie's shoulders and pulled her away from her because this was bad for both of them no matter how much they wanted each other. They weren’t what they needed, not then, not now, and not ever. They were never supposed to meet, to begin with and it had all just been an unfortunate tragedy that they did.

"You should've worked on yourself before you decided to get involved with someone and fall in love." Y/n was starting to find it pathetic, yet heartbreaking as she felt terrible for pushing Jennie away because she could see how her soul shattered like glass just through Jennie’s teary eyes. Y/n’s feelings were just too complicated for her to be with anyone at the moment, especially someone like Jennie. "I don't have time for you, Jen–I have to pack. Leave." Jennie tried to grasp at Y/n's sweater but got her hands diverted away from her.

"Where're you going?" She choked out, pushing past the lump of stones in her throat as they were cutting through it, slowly killing her.

"Back to Chicago."

"What? What– What about your school and everything, you can't just leave–" Now her world was close to an end when she got to hear that the girl wasn't just leaving her, but also the city of angels. She was going far, far from Jennie and it was making her even more sceptical about even seeing her ever again. It was destroying Jennie as she felt her stomach twist, her heart getting cut through with dull knives, making the process much more painful from how slowly it was being torn.

"Taking a break, but you need to leave now Jennie. I don't want to see you anymore. Please, get yourself together because neither of us deserves this."

She didn't get to say another word to the girl. Jennie didn't get to hold her, kiss her, or tell her any sweet words before she saw Y/n for the last time before she closed the door on her.

That was the last she got to see of her.

That was the last of the light she got in her dark world before it finally shattered and there was nothing left but a void.

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okay now that ive posted that thing on my art acc im gonna talk about chimera vivian here for a minute bcus i brainrotted to a friend of mine last night but i think its good if my ttyd followers know about the au lore

(LONG POST AHEAD. BEWARE)

it takes place and begins right as the party is to fight gloomtail. the party is fatigued by then and , to their dismay, they can barely handle him. he is more powerful than expected. in an unexpected turn of events, gloomtail eats vivian. without her, the party simply cant continue. so they flee

and while the party has fled the palace, and trying to reconcile a plan, the shadow queen that was destined to awaken within the palace soon eventually arises and begins to wreck havoc while the party is recovering from their loss. though, she is still weak, so she remains in the shadow palace , working away at what she can while inside it.

once the party has the courage and willpower to return, they finally defeat gloomtail in an effort to retrieve vivian first, but. as expected. shes not completely there

unsure who would be the one to do it, but one of them definitely ends up needing to use a spell or a certain type of magic to bring her back, probably. perhaps they encounter a friend who can use certain spells, like what theyd need. that will reverse stuff like. say. a friend getting killed and eaten by an actual dragon (time reversal magic ... ? much to think about ..)

of course it would go as expected; weird and massively backfire, because vivian is not your normal everyday individual, and neither is this dragon, both technically being under the shadow queens influence (in vivian's case, she is, a shadow. so inherently related to the shadow queen whether she likes it or not)

and then of course once ""vivian"" gets revived, its obviously not her. the party is super conflicted, and unsure what to do, so they once again flee, after just letting her do her thing for a bit (and accidentally kill many people in the process) as they are quite dazed . so is vivian, to be fair

once she finds the queen, vivian is luckily not as friendly to the shadow queen as falin is to thistle

even though she knows shes meant to follow under the queen and obey her every order, she also knows something is wrong. but since she isnt completely herself, and cant nessesarily think for herself, she cant make use of this anxiety. so she just tries to avoid the shadow queen when she can; unfortunately the shadow queen likes to use her as a sort of. large display pet/guard dog. chimera vivian is basically a giant ball of anxiety and sadness and confusion that sometimes manifests as blind rage.

her relationship with gloomtail during this whole ordeal is also very difficult and different, i think

instead of being kind and understanding in the way that falin is, vivian is scared and confused, and eventually lets her anger out at gloomtail, making him feel guilty the longer they stay connected. hes upset that they had killed hooktail, but he specifically starts feeling guilty bcus vivian technically didint do anything + shes also a shadow. so he accidentally did some overbearing friendly fire, even if vivian was working with mario at the time he ate her. oopsie

the way they change vivian back to normal? once they defeat the shadow queen she turns back. because shes sealed away, all the magic she cast on the world fades, as her influence is no longer thriving

majority of the au is just essentially the party trying to find those who can help them with their "needing those who can revive and manipulate dead people" problems . though once they do find them it wont be over

they wont be able to free vivian from gloomtail until the shadow queen is defeated, so they have to find a way to free vivian from the queen's influence first, and hopefully help her regain her memory in the process, so they can use her against the queen and have her on their side again .

biting the hand that feeds :)

#im so so so normal about her #shes so scared and confused and having the worst time #the important details like who helps them revive her and whatnot are. not fully there #but i will figure them out eventually. i will keep brainrotting about this #PLEAS ask me questions and stuff if u are curious . im so obsessed with this idea its not even funny #i will talk on and on . i will not shut up #paper mario ttyd #paper mario #ttyd #chimera vivian #i find it funny how i decided that one was gonna be the au tag but whatever.it exists #vivan #vivian ttyd #link's lectures

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♬⃝ Introduction Post ♬⃝

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Hi there, Neurodivergent! I’m Rhysand (pronounced Reese-Sund), also called Rhys (pronounced Reese). I’m a Queer, Nonhuman, and Reality Shifting Neurodivergent. This blog was made for my Neurodivergency, my special interests and my hyperfixations, and everything else to do with my neurodivergency. There will be positive posts, silly posts, relatable posts, negative posts, and more here.

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About Me

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Neurodivergency

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I’m undiagnosed AuDHD (Autism + ADHD), ARFID (Avoidant/Restrictive Food Intake Disorder), APD (Auditory Processing Disorder), SPD (Sensory Processing Disorder), and Pure O OCD (“Purely Obsessional” Obsessive Compulsive Disorder), medically recognized (but undiagnosed) PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) and SAD (Social Anxiety Disorder), and diagnosed MDD (Major Depressive Disorder) and GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder).

I’m also undiagnosed BDD (Body Dysmorphic Disorder), Trichotillomania (hair pulling/picking disorder), Excoriation Disorder (skin picking disorder), and Misophonia.

I’m undiagnosed PMDD (Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder) and/or PME (Premenstrual Exacerbation), and hopefully soon can be diagnosed.

Questioning POTS, HSD or EDS/hEDS. (NOT claiming to have this or self-diagnosed as of yet, I am still doing research, but I do have lots of signs that point to these things.)

My special interests are Wings Of Fire, Harry Potter, Dragons in general, and Neurodivergency.

I have no current hyperfixations that I’ve noticed, and I’m extremely low on dopamine because of it. /silly /srs

I have verbal shutdowns, shutdowns and meltdowns in general, I mask without realizing it a lot, and I’m usually in burnout. I also have severe imposter syndrome that I deal with literally 24/7.

Tone tags are very much appreciated when talking to me, so PLEASE use them! If you aren’t sure what they are or what they mean or how to use them, please just ask and I will happily let you know! <3 /gen

I used to cope by using maladaptive daydreaming, so I relate a lot to maladaptive daydreamers a lot.

I struggle with violent and horrible intrusive thoughts (due to my OCD) and have for years now since I was a kid.

I have lots of trauma, both remembered and not remembered, so beware.

I’m a SI and SH survivor and in recovery.

Little banner my friend ( @/lavenderkittycat ) made me:

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Queerness

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I’m a bit of a gender hoarder, but I don’t use that as my label. I usually call myself a Genderfluid Genderflux Non-Binary TransGuy, but just think of me as a mash of all the genders I experience.

Currently, I don’t know what gender I’m feeling.

I use He/It/They/Xe/Ne/Ze/Love/Wolf/Star/Moon/🌙/Sun pronouns + any/all neopronouns, nounself pronouns, xenopronouns, and emojiself pronouns. Basically, everything EXCEPT She/Her.

I’m AroAce, Aromantic and Myrsexual (Neuroasexual, Nebulasexual, Dreadsexual, Acorsexual, Apothisexual, Falsaesthsexual, Bellussexual, Rosesexual, Requiesexual, Placiosexual, and Merosexual), and I’m Homoalterous, Omniqueerplatonic, Panexteramo, Pansensual, and Panaesthetic.

I’m Ambiamorous with no preference.

I’m also a Lesboy and T4T-leaning.

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Nonhumanity

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I’m a Polytherian, Otherkin, Otherfix, Otherhearted, and a Fictionflicker.

I have a Vancouver Coastal Sea Wolf Theriotype, a Red Fox Theriotype, Nurse Shark Theriotype, Snow Leopard, Norwegian Forest Cat, Maned Wolf Theriotype, Coyote Theriotype, Side-Striped Jackal Theriotype, and a Canada Lynx Theriotype.

I have a Fiction Kintype (Dark Fey, Forest Type, from the Maleficent movies), a Dragon Kintype (SeaWing/SilkWing hybrid), another Dragon Kintype (Night-Light Fury hybrid), Angel, Silver Fox, Avian (humanoid with wings and tail) and a Raccoon.

I’ve had Fictotypes for Hylian, an OC species of mine, Orphinki, Sable, and Owl (all).

I have a Whale Shark Hearttype.

I’m transspecies, humanfluid, pseudohuman, sunnonhuman, and voidpunk.

I fluctuate between Nonhuman and Human, although am always on some level both, just other times are stronger for one and the other not so much, but I refer to myself overall as just Nonhuman. My soul is a combination of human and nonhuman.

All of my Nonhumanity is due to a combination of Past Lives, Fate, and Neurodivergency. I believe I was all my ‘types in past lives, and only found out about it in this life due to my neurodivergency.

I’ve been awakened for only a few months now. I want gear, but I don’t have any right now. I’m making my own wings currently, and I hope to have them done soon if my ADHD brain will allow me.

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Reality Shifting

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I’m a Reality Shifter, which means I move my consciousness from one reality into another one.

I do believe in the multiverse.

I’ve known about reality shifting since around 2020 or 2021, and started my journey then.

I spent a lot of my time trying to shift, even though I didn’t have the proper mindset or knowledge to shift.

I took a huge break after trying for only a month or so, only trying to shift occasionally.

I’ve come back to it in 2024 after finding shiftblr, having more knowledge, a better mindset, and more motivation.

I’ve shifted once to a parallel reality, where I relived/redid a day.

I have way too many DRs to count, and I’m thinking about permashifting to my Better CR DR.

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Links

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@rhysandshiftingthespectrum - My account for my experience with Neurodivergent Reality Shifting, pretty active on there

@neurodivergentshiftingcultureis - My ask account for Neurodivergent Shifting Culture, pretty active on there

@theverynothumankai - My main Nonhuman account for everything Nonhuman, active

@malakaitheyappingwolf - My account for my Vancouver Coastal Sea Wolf theriotype, active

My Tagging System

My Queer Labels

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Other

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I’m taken by my amazing boyfriend ( @itssiryapsalot ), and he’s also neurodivergent, nonhuman, queer, and a reality shifter! (And a lot more, too!)

I’m Agnostic, slightly spiritual, and very respectful and interested in others’ religions. (Although, I do have negative experiences/trauma with Christian and God/Jesus Christ focused religions, and if your blog is heavy with that, I would prefer if you didn’t interact with me! Thank you!)

I’m celiac, have a dairy intolerance, have a dust allergy, pollen allergies, and probably some more that we aren’t too sure about yet! Basically, my nose is constantly stuffy and I have to be careful what I eat.

I have a few hobbies that I’m learning to be involved in again, because they make me happy and I’ve kinda lost touch with them. They are: drawing, writing, painting, coloring, reading, and more.

I stand with Palestine.

I’m pro non-offending p@raph!les and etc., who are in recovery/getting help.

I love receiving and answering asks, so always feel free/unafraid to send one in for infodumping, questions, or anything else! <3 /gen /pos

Let it be known that any and all kinds of neurodivergents are welcome here. Diagnosed, undiagnosed, self-diagnosed (with lots of research, of course). Autistic, ADHD, ANY kind of personality disorder, ANY cluster A disorders, ANY cluster B disorders, ANY cluster C disorders, ANY other unspecified personality disorders, ANY kind of any disorder, those with anxiety, those with depression, ANY AND ALL OF YA!

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DNI

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(I’ve just copied this from my other account’s DNI list and pasted it here, so that’s why there isn’t much/any difference to it.)

Any queerphobes (including those against intersex, mspec lesbians and gays, lesboys, turigirls, gaybians, etc., just basically any contradictory label), Radqueers, TERFs, SWERFs, racists, sexists, proshippers, those who sexualize age-regressors and pet-regressors, ableists (including those who demonize personality disorders), those against physical alterhumans, those against furries, offending MAPs and P@raph!les + supporters, pro-ED, pro-SH, pro-SI, those who romanticize any sort of mental illness, neurodivergency, and/or disability, anti-shifters, those against permashifters, respawners, and race-changers, those against endogenic/non-traumagenic/etc. or mixed origins or unknown origins systems, those against people who self-diagnose after research/with research, those against Palestine, those who’s blogs are Christian or God/Jesus Christ themed heavy (nothing against y’all, just have trauma with it), those who directly send NSFW stuff towards me, those who can’t respect boundaries, JK Rowling supporters, and just about anybody else that makes me uncomfortable. I will block incredibly freely, so beware.

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BEWARE

(Original Link) (This post is a copy & paste of the original)

PLEASE READ! THIS SCAM IS VERY DANGEROUS AND MAY BE VERY CONVINCING TO SOME!

The scam will open with someone either from your friends list or from a server you share DMing you. They will send a message saying they accidentally reported your discord account for something really bad and if you don’t file an appeal, both your account and IP address will be permanently banned from discord. They will say how sorry they are and include a screenshot of a discord email that states this offense, a ticket number, and instructions on how to file an appeal. The email screenshot will look real and even has the official discord support email as the sender. However it is faked.

The person who was hacked will then ask you to reach out to the ‘discord support member’ mentioned in the email, encouraging you that they’re doing the same and if you act fast, you can save your account.

The ‘support member’ I was directed to went by the name of Chao Chen. This same scammer may be the one speaking to everyone who falls for this, or it may be someone different, but either way, be wary. They will have a profile on discord that claims they’re a discord support team member seeking to rid discord of scammers (the irony)

They will also send a transcript that contains some of your account details, to make you think the scam is real.

The scammer will ask for basic information like your age, date of birth, and other questions seemingly related to your account identity. They will send you an official-looking card affiliated with discord that shows their specialty and position in the company. They will also request your discord ID number and then request you to temporarily change the email associated with your account to a burner email for “screening.” I made the mistake of letting my anxiety best me and agreed to this, but this step is how they steal your discord account. Once you have changed the email, you require a code sent to that email to change it, meaning you are now locked in to the scam email.

After this step, your account will be stolen and near the end of the scam or once you find out something is wrong, they will change the email, kicking you out. I tried to log back in using that email and my password but to no avail; they will change the email as soon as they can so you can no longer log back in.

If you haven’t figured out til now that this is very suspicious and is likely a scam (sadly I did not) they will next ask you to complete a “federal security check” and request you send them a small sum using your bank, PayPal, or card. They assure that the money will be returned in accordance with policy, but this is a lie. This was the point I finally got some sense and realized I was being scammed, and blocked the fake support member before I had my money taken. They then kicked me from my account and are now using it to spread the scam to others.

The scammer will also say small things to sway you into believing their lie. Threats like they have higher-ups monitoring the situation and telling you to “be careful and follow the instructions exactly”, official-looking documents, transcripts, etc, and acting like above all else they wish to help you get your account back.

The friend/server member who initially sends the scam will have already fallen prey to it, so block their account and be sure to warn any mutual friends/servers you share.

TL;DR; THIS DISCORD SCAM WILL STEAL BOTH YOUR ACCOUNT AND YOUR MONEY! BE WARY.

If your account was hacked, please reach out to Discord Support immediately. I will update on wether or not I get my account back and what they did to help, as of right now I am still awaiting a response.

Stay safe and please share this information where you can

#discord scam #Please be careful #discord #neo is rambling again #This one almost got me #I managed to avoid it bc I overracted

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The Adventure For The Ark - Indiana Jones X Female Reader

Title: The Adventure For The Ark

Indiana Jones X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Marion, Reader's father (Mentioned), Sallah, Fayah, the Kids (Mentioned), Toht, Dietrich, Belloq, Government men, Brody, and other excavators (Mentioned)

Requested by @groovy-lady (thank you for requesting again! It's super long! Beware! <3)

WC: 11,311

Warnings: Reader is Marion's older sister, slight suggestiveness, alcohol mentioned, family angst, fighting (physically and verbally) canon level amount of fighting, yelling, inappropriate underaged relationship briefly mentioned, guns, overall violence, death mentioned, murder mentioned, fire, cursing, movie references, snakes, animal cruelty (snakes), mummies, slight changes to the canon storyline, Nazi's mentioned, kidnapping, mentions of possible torture, anxiety, religious beliefs, taunting, teasing, name calling (nothing bad), blood, wounds/injury, weapons in general, angst, and fluff

The white chalk in your hand brushed against the chalkboard, leaving streaks and smears of white against the black, shiny surface. You turned your back to the board once more, looking at your students, "The Greeks had a vast pantheon of gods. Each of their gods ruled over a specific sphere, whether regional, natural, or event-based. All gods taken together ruled all things, but no one god ruled everything." A hand rose in the back row, you gestured to the student, "Yes, Mr. Phillips?"

"Are their religions faith-based?" He asked, dropping his hand back on his desk as you shook your head.

"Their religion relied heavily on tradition, beliefs from their past and current society. It was based entirely on what they believed in and how that was related to their history and philosophy," You paused, "It didn't take long for the Greeks to discover the importance of ritualistic religious practices. The priests were trained in rituals to preserve the peace and balance between human and divine energy-" You paused briefly, spotting Mr. Brody at the door. Looking back at the class, you tried to calm your racing heart and your growing smile, "Well, I'm feeling generous today; read chapters seven through ten. Oh, and don't forget to review your study guides!"

You watched your students file out of the room, before briskly rushing out, finding Mr. Brody standing by the wall. Rushing over, you fidgeted with your ring; twirling it round and round your fingers, "Is he back?" You asked, voice soft as your heart continued to race, Mr. Brody nodded with his own smile.

"Yes, he's in his class. He was going to-"

"Thanks, Marcus!" You replied, completely ignoring everything else he had to say as you rushed off, down the hall to Indiana's class.

You skidded to a halt in front of Indiana's door, taking a breath, you knocked on the door before pushing it open. You bit your lip as you stepped in, watching Indiana flip through some paper at his desk. "I see how it is... You come back from a trip and you don't even come to see your wife first." You sighed, walking over to the front of his desk, and taking a seat on it.

Indiana glanced up at you, a smirk growing on his face as he looked back down at the papers in his hand. "Well, I did have business to tend to." You glared at him as he flipped through pages, "But I promise I'll make it up to you later~"

You rolled your eyes before looking away, "So, how'd the trip go? Bring back anything pretty?" You heard an exasperated sigh from beside you, looking back over at Indiana as he frowned.

"I had the idol, but my rival took it." He answered simply, making you scoff.

"Rival? What are we in? A movie? There will be other adventures and trips you will go on. Who knows, you might find something better than that idol." You tried to reassure him, reaching over to gently nudge the bridge of his glasses up.

The corner of his lips twisted up a little at that before he spoke up, "Actually, I have to go to Egypt, to recover the Ark."

Your eyes widened, "The Ark, like The Ark?" You breathed, a grin growing on your lips, "Goodness, Indiana, that sounds like a huge adventure! You must let me come with you!" Indiana raised an eyebrow at you, "Please? I'll try not to get in the way. Come on, I haven't been on a trip in such a long time." You practically begged, clasping your hands together under your chin, batting your eyelashes innocently. “Besides,” You pouted slightly, “You’ll need me.”

He sighed, "Alright fine, you can go with me." That bright smile you always seemed to bring to his face returned, "It will be dangerous." He warned as you shook your head.

"You know me, Indy. I won't go down without a good fight." You assured him, before your expression shifted to something a little darker, "Besides, when have I ever been afraid of danger?" Indiana smiled a little at that, reaching out to pull you close enough to place a small kiss on your forehead. His touch lingered for a moment, brushing away stray strands of hair, cupping your cheek, and tucking it back into your Y/F/C headscarf.

"I love you, Mrs. Jones..." He murmured, his deep voice vibrating through you, as you leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on his lips, savoring the contact.

After pulling away, you rested your forehead against his, smiling softly, "And I you, Mr. Jones…" You muttered and you could feel his smile widen.

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"Alright, so what's the plan?" You asked as you walked through Nepal, arm looped through Indy's.

"Well, we have to find your father, the Nazis are looking for the Ark, and I need his help." He answered, voice low before you paused.

"Indy... My father died a while ago." You muttered, making Indiana pause too.

"What?" He asked, beyond shocked as you nodded.

"He died a couple of years ago, I told you... Remember? I got a letter during dinner?" You mumbled, rubbing your fingers over your wedding ring absentmindedly.

Indiana ran a hand through his hair, pulling at it slightly, "I remember." Before he let out a sigh and turned to look down at you. "Do you think your sister would be of any help?"

You sputtered a laugh, "My sister? You know, Indy, that I was the one that got the adventurous side of my father." You rolled your eyes, "And she got the drinking side." You muttered bitterly.

You and your baby sister, Marion had always been close but after you moved from Nepal and left for the States, the relationship crumbled. You got a job as a professor of world religions at Marshall College, unknowingly becoming colleagues with Indiana Jones, whom you had known as your sister's ex-boyfriend. You didn't care much for the archaeology professor, finding him a bit stubborn and annoying, but after a couple of years, you found yourself warming up to him.

Before you knew it, you were walking down the aisle wearing a beautiful white dress, your hair tied up into a bun and a veil over your face. You hadn't cried since the day your father died. But now, tears slipped down your cheeks and onto your veil as you walked toward your future husband. Your sister didn't come, you hoped she would. But she didn’t show up for the canopy, nor when Indiana broke the glass. Even after, during the feast; she didn’t come. But her absence didn’t stop you from enjoying your wedding, it was your special day after all; marrying the love of your life.

You snapped out of your daze and stared at the bar your sister owned, "It looks closed, Indy." You muttered before you strained your ears, hearing voices inside. "Should we go in?" You then whispered, turning to look up at your husband.

Indiana said nothing as he stared at the door, slowly unraveling the whip from his hip. Suddenly, you heard some ruckus from inside, and Indiana was quick to step into the bar. You grabbed your gun as you watched Indy whip an iron-hot poking rod from your sister's face.

"Let her go." Indiana commanded calmly, pointing his gun at the man.

You glanced beside you, seeing the curtain catch fire, and the man holding your sister seemed to have noticed too. Before you could even blink, Indy shot and gunfire rang out. You managed to see your sister escape the Nazi's clutches, as you followed Indy and continued to shoot who you could, backing back around the side of the bar. Quickly, you shot a man down, ducking as someone tried to shoot you. You peeked up, shooting the man with the rifle down before ducking once more; hoping both Indy and your sister were safe. You watched as Indy shot flaming logs down, watching as they caught the floor aflame and quickly caught a man on fire. You heard Marion cry out as the burning man fell dead before her. Peeking up again, you tried to shoot another man, who nearly missed you and shot a hole in the beer barrel. Ducking down, you turned around to see Marion above you with a flaming piece of wood over her head, seemingly going to hit you until she saw it was you, pausing.

"What are you doing here?!" She cried, tossing the plank and ducking down in front of you.

"Were you really going to hit me, sis?" You asked hauntingly, holding your free hand to your heart, "Wow, you were going to hit your sister."

She simply rolled her eyes, "What are you doing here?" She repeated, ignoring you as you rolled your eyes back, you opened your mouth to speak, only to hear more gunshots hit against the bar, some bullets breaking the remaining bottle of alcohol on the shelf above.

Growling, brushing off some shards of glass, you turned around as you peeked over the bar and shot the man who was hiding behind a tipped-over table, "Let me talk to my sister! Damn!" Huffing, you ducked back down to face Marion. "I'm here with Indy. We are trying to find the Ark before these idiots do."

She scrunched up her eyebrows, "Why are you with Jones?" She asked and you gave her a deadpanned look before raising your left hand, showing her your ring. Her jaw dropped as she stared at it, "You married him!?"

"I freaking invited you to the wedding, Mar!" You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air before another shot rang out. "Less talk, more fight." You quickly finish, turning and shooting another man down as Indy was tossed onto the bar.

Obviously struggling, he gestured to a bottle with his eyes before saying, "Whiskey?" Marion quickly grabbed the bottle, and you noticed the other man in the room watching as a trail of fire made its way down the bar. Indiana grabbed the bottle and slammed it on the man's head, who let go of him; Indiana narrowly escaped the trail of flames. You stood, grabbing Marion's arm as you did so. Watching with wide eyes as the man began to choke out Indiana, if you had any more bullets, you would've done something.

"Shoot them." The man with glasses and the gravelly voice spoke, "Shoot them both." He demanded as the man beside him cocked his rifle, right about to shoot Indiana and the man holding him down.

The man holding Indiana moved Indiana's arm, using his gun to shoot the man with the rifle before they both moved away. The gravelly-voiced man hid behind a tipped-over table before something caught his eyes. He picked up the medallion, his hand quickly burning and searing as it smoked. The man cried out in pain as Indiana fought for his gun and other men cowered away and left the inflamed bar. You pulled Marion out from behind the bar, before going up to Indiana as he fought with a man, his arm on fire as he tried to punch Indy. Making it behind the man, you headbutted the end of your gun upon his head, knocking the man out.

"Thanks." Indiana spoke, out of breath as you gave him a smile.

Turning, you watched, frozen as one more man stood, pointing his gun at Indiana. Fear engulfed you, closing your eyes and flinching at the sound of a gunshot, only to open your eyes to see Indiana alive and the man with the gun toppling over; your sister behind him, with a gun in her hands.

Letting out a laugh, your sister moved quickly, "My medallion!" She grabbed it with a cloth just as Indiana grabbed her arm, grabbing you before pulling the three of you out of the burning bar. Standing out in the harsh winds, you clung onto Indiana as your sister yelled out, "Well, Jones, at least you haven't forgotten how to show a lady a good time!"

"Boy, you're something!" He replied, holding onto you and his prized hat.

"Yeah, I'll tell you what!" She began, "Until I get back my five-thousand dollars, you're going to get more than you bargained for!" She then pulled out her medallion, "I'm your goddamn partner!"

"Really!? Money's the only thing you care about right now!? We freaking saved your life!" You exclaimed, already annoyed that she'd obviously have to join you and Indy. "And you didn't even come to my wedding!" You added as Marion scoffed.

"I didn't even know you got married, Y/N! I didn't even know you were married to Jones!" She shouted back, gesturing to Indy.

"Well, it would've been nice if my sister got to see me freaking get married, despite whom I was marrying!" You argued back, Indiana placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Girls, girls, we should go. Talk this out later." He suggested, but more like commanded, before leading you down the streets.

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You glared in front of you as you crossed your legs. Dressed in a new pair of clothes, you toyed with the necklace you wore, one of the many presents from Indy after you lost your original one, a simple silver chain, with the Star of David. Normally, you wouldn't have worn it on an adventure, but it was sort of a good luck charm for you; and Indy. Indy returned from the bathroom, taking a seat beside you, noticing your off gaze and the deep frown on your face. He reached over and took your hand in his. You looked over, meeting his eyes.

"You okay?" He questioned softly.

You sighed heavily, rubbing your forehead, "No. I mean, I am very stressed out right now. A lot has happened in the past few days." You admitted softly, looking down at the ground. "And I want to know why Marion didn't come to our wedding. I mean-" You paused, cringing at the thought.

Indiana squeezed your hand in his gently, "What?"

You sighed, slightly defeated, "Do you think she didn't come because of your... Past with her?" You asked, looking up at him, only making Indy smirk slightly.

"I thought you said you weren't jealous about that." He teased you, making you groan.

"Indy! I'm not, you know this! I'm just wondering. I mean, I know the breakup was… Strange. I’m still a bit annoyed at you about it." You answered, and Indiana nodded, bringing your hand up to his lips, and kissing your knuckles softly.

"You know what I think?" Indiana asked you, his voice low; husky. You would've swooned over just his voice if you hadn't been trying to pay attention to what he was saying, "I think you should talk it out with her." His smirk widened as his half-lidded eyes stared down into yours, "Talk to her, and stop ogling over your husband." He teased, making you scoff, a smirk growing on your own lips as you nuzzled your nose with his.

"I can ogle over my husband as much as I want, Jones."

"Whatever you say, Jones." He answered back as you got out of your seat, your hand reluctantly slipping from his as you headed down a few rows, spotting your sister looking out of the window.

You awkwardly shuffled down, sitting in the seat across from her, giving her a small smile. "Hey." You greeted softly and she glanced at you before returning her gaze outside. You sighed heavily.

"You're married to Jones." Marion stated quietly after a bit, making you wince slightly.

You shrugged lightly, leaning forward and resting your elbows on your knees. "Yeah. That would technically make me one also."

She rolled her eyes, looking at you, "Don't act smart with me. Not right now. I'm still taking this all in." She waved her hand in the air.

"I get it." You replied, sitting back, "I would've felt the same, considering you should've known for a good five years."

Marion's eyes widened, "Five years!? You've been married for five damn years!?"

"Yeah, which brings me to asking you why you didn't come to my wedding."

Marion glared at you, crossing her arms, "I didn't know, invitation got lost in transit, obviously. If I did, I would've told you not to marry the idiot."

Now it was your turn to glare, "It wouldn't have mattered, I love him. I think you're just jealous, you're just in a relationship with that bar." You sassed back, making Marion gasp in offense.

"Me? Jealous? It's more of you being jealous! You had always liked Jones when I was with him. Half of me thinks you did this in spite of me." She answered back, making you scoff in return, eyes widening in shock.

"How dare you suggest that! I'll have you know I hated his guts when I found out I was working alongside him. And don’t forget that you were fifteen when you started “dating” him."

“Oh, don’t bring that up!” She groaned, “I was young and dumb, and he was charming.” She muttered, rolling her eyes.

You scrunch your nose, “Kind of hard not too, Mar, I told you not to fall for him. Too inappropriate. He was Dad’s student, and wayyy too old for you.” You trailed off.

The silence between you seeped into the air, creating a thick tension that could’ve been cut with a knife. "What changed?" Marion huffed softly.

"I fell in love with him…" You spoke softly, before letting out a defeated sigh, looking down at your lap and at your ring. "I fell in love with his charm, good looks, not to mention his love for adventure." You smiled dreamily, the sun reflecting off the gemstone on your silver ring. "After that hatred I felt for him disappeared, we became friends. He'd drive me to work and we'd have lunch together. I never realized how funny he was. How charming, handsome, hardworking, caring, passionate; perfect." You let out another sigh, "I didn't hesitate when he proposed; he was my future the moment I called him a stubborn mule." You laughed admiringly, looking up to see your sister with a small smile on her face.

"You called him a stubborn mule?" She asked with that soft, somewhat teasing grin of hers.

"Yes," You began to laugh, covering your mouth with your hand as you closed your eyes, "It was such a dumb fight. We accidentally had our seating charts mixed up and so I went over there and he went over to mine. We bumped right into each other. A small fight began; I scolded him for not watching where he was going, and he told me that I had his chart... As if I had some scheme to have stolen it in the first place, which I had not!" You laughed, hearing Marion follow as she too giggled. Your laughter died down a bit, as you let out a happy sigh, "I will say that, I am happy."

Marion bit her lip before speaking with a nod, "And I guess that's all that matters." She then smirked, “I will say though,” She sighed, “It is a bit odd to see you married to my ex.”

“Oh, don’t get me started,” You laughed out, “Don't worry, I gave him a firm talking too when he asked me out on our first date. But I really wouldn’t trade him for anything, not after… All he has done to me over the years.” You chuckled. “He really is great in every way."

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Walking beside Indiana, arm in arm, you followed his dear friend Sallah up to the roof of his home, seeing the beautiful sight of Cairo. Sallah, with drink in hand, raised his arms, gesturing out to the city. "Cairo, city of the living. A paradise on earth." He spoke with such excitement and admiration.

Indiana chuckled, his hand gently squeezing your waist, but your mind was elsewhere. You watched as Sallah's wife, Fayah, walked over to her children, scolding them lightly as they laughed and played with a monkey. The monkey was quick to jump onto your sister, surprising her as the monkey climbed onto her shoulders. You laughed along with them, before the children led Marion and the monkey away.

You gently squeezed Indiana's shoulder, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple before you went off to the children, monkey, and your sister, sitting around; watching the monkey play. Indiana watched as you left, eyes filled with adoration before he turned to Sallah. "You're the best digger in Egypt." Indiana spoke, carving a fruit as Fayah poured more liquid in his glass.

"My services are entirely inconsequential to them." He began, "They've hired or shanghaied every digger in Cairo. The excavation is enormous. They hire only strong backs and they pay pennies for them." He let out a sigh, as he looked out among the city rooftops, "As if the pharaohs have returned."

"When did they find the map room?" Indiana asked, continuing to cut the fruit in his hands.

"Three days ago. They have not one brain among them." Sallah replied, "Except one." He then let out a sigh, "He is very clever. He's a French archaeologist."

Indiana raised his head, a look of realization crossing his face, "What's his name?" He asked, only for Sallah to answer.

"They call him 'Bellosh'."

Indiana began to laugh, confusing Sallah, "Belloq. Belloq." Indiana corrected.

"The Germans have a great advantage over us. They are near to discovering the Well of Souls."

Indiana leaned back in his chair, a smug smirk on his face, "Well, they're not going to find it without this." He answered, taking the medallion out of his pocket, analyzing it. "Who can tell us about these markings?" He asked, handing the ancient looking item to Sallah.

Sallah looks down at the medallion in his hands, letting out a sigh, "Perhaps a man I know can help us." He pauses, sitting the medallion down, "Indy... There is something that troubles me."

"What is it?" Indiana asked, as Sallah leaned forward, resting his elbows and arms on the table.

"The Ark." He paused, "If it is there, at Tanis... Then it is something that… Was not meant to disturb." Sallah warned, "Death has always surrounded it. It is not of this earth." He subtly shook his head.

"You know me, Sallah..." Indiana replied, leaning back in his seat.

Sallah opened his mouth to speak before he and Indiana suddenly heard laughter. Turning, Indiana and Sallah watched as you gave one of the smaller children a piggyback ride, Marion laughing as she held the curious monkey. Sallah, hummed, a smile growing on his face as he turned back to Indiana who had continued to stare at you. He watched as you twirled around, the child on your back squealing as you did so. Your laughter sounded so pure and full of happiness. Indiana could feel his heart clench at how happy you were, and how incredibly lucky he was to have you.

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But Indiana didn’t think he’d be at the Nazi dig site, in disguise, while with the plan to use the medallion and staff to find the correct location of the Ark. Indiana felt as if his soul had been taken out of his body before being thrown to the ground and stomped on repeatedly when he thought both you and your sister were dead. Fighting all those men, Indiana’s attention was all on surviving, and not getting stabbed. Turning around, and not seeing you with him, broke him, sending him into a fit of hysteria.

Unknown to him, you had gone after your sister who had been running away from another goon. In the process, hiding in the baskets probably wasn’t the best idea; especially with that monkey selling you both out. You remembered calling out for Indy, as was your sister as you were both carried off by four men. You couldn’t see anything in those baskets, but you could feel how unsteady and bumpy the ride was, making you feel slightly sick; and the sound of machine guns. Oh, you hoped they didn’t shoot Indy, but deep down you knew he was alright and that he would save you and your sister.

Climbing up the handmade rope from Sallah and haphazardly passing multiple nazis and other bad men, Indiana rushed into a brown striped tent, hoping to find out more on the real location of the Ark. Stepping into the tent, Indiana’s eyes widened, seeing both you and Marion tied to a pole, side by side. Marion looked up first, glaring up at the man with his face half-covered; unknowing that it was Indiana. You looked up a moment later, eyes widening as you let out a muffled version of his name.

Without a second wasted, Indiana dropped down and took your face in his hands, eyes racking over your features as he let out an airy laugh. Indiana noticed in whatever hassle you had gone through, your head scarf had fallen off, lost in the fray. He’d buy you another one when you both went home; hell, he’d buy you a hundred.

“I thought you were dead. You both must’ve switched baskets.” He spoke softly, fearing to be heard as he quickly loosened the cloth over your mouth, doing the same with Marion before turning back to you. Leaning down he brought you into a desperate kiss, peppering a few more around your face before he let out a sigh, his heart racing from relief and happiness as he searched your face; seeing if you had any cuts or bruises. “Are you hurt?” He then asked, only for you to shake your head.

“No, I’m alright.” You answered, making Indiana sigh in relief once more, pulling you back into another kiss, which you readily reciprocated. “Don’t have to worry about me, Jonesy.” You whispered out as he pulled away, watching his enthusiastic smile slip into a grin.

“Kind of hard not too.” He replied, going back in for yet another kiss until you heard an ‘ahem’ from beside you.

“Uh, I’m alright too. Thanks for asking.” Marion spoke, rolling her eyes, “Now are you going to untie us or what? And, really, Y/N… ‘Jonesy’? Really?” She asked, turning to you, disgust on her face.

“It’s cute. He loves it when I call him that.” You spoke, only for Indiana to shake his head.

“I don’t.” He answered, face red either from embarrassment or the sun before you mouthed ‘he does,’ to Marion.

“I’m glad you’re here though, Indy. That French guy keeps coming onto Marion and it’s gross.” You spoke, scrunching up your nose.

“Yeah, why doesn’t he go after you too?” Marion asked you, turning to you slightly.

You shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe he respects the ring.” You thought as Marion shrugged back.

“Oh, I thought it was because I was prettier, oh well…” She hummed, as you nudged her in the side with your elbow in retaliation. Indiana pulled out a small switchblade, reaching over to cut the ties. “They keep asking about you. What you know.” Marion began, making Indiana pause, before putting his switchblade away.

“What are you doing?” You whispered-shouted, looking up at Indiana with wide confused eyes.

“I know where the Ark is, Y/N.” Indiana spoke, holding the wooden pole behind you.

“The Ark’s here?” You asked breathily, Indiana nodding in response. “Well, I’m coming with you, Indy.” You answered back firmly, giving him a small glare as Marion struggled beside you.

“Yeah, cut us loose. You can’t leave us here!” She began to freak out before Indiana placed a hand on yours and Marion’s shoulders.

“Listen,” He began looking to you, to Marion, and back, “If I take you out of here now, they’ll start combing the place for us.” He answered back, before moving the cloth back in your mouth as Marion fought as he did the same for her.

“No, Jones. You’ve got to get us out of here! Come on, Jones! Are you crazy!?”

“Marion, I hate to do this… You are my sister in law… But if you don’t sit still and keep quiet… The whole thing is going to be shot.” He turned to you, placing his hand in your hair as he stared down at you as you stared up at him. “I’ll come back for you… Both of you.” He finished, quickly pressing a final rushed kiss to the crown of your head before rushing out of the tent.

“Jones, what’s the matter?” Marion tried to call out to him, receiving another nudge in the side from you.

“Just quit it, he’ll come back for us. Just be patient.” You muffled out, Marion turning to you, her eyebrows furrowed.

“What?” She muffled out, her dark hair in her face.

“I said, be patient.” You tried to annunciate, only for Marion to give you another confused look. You sighed, “Nevermind.” You mumbled, going back to drawing in the sand with your foot.

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That night, you huffed as that French man, you’ve known to be Belloq, untied you and your sister from the pole. Marion fought, realizing that she was untied, she ran to the exit of the tent; quickly getting stopped by another man. You stood up, brushing down your shirt and pants as Belloq spoke.

“If you’re trying to escape on foot, the desert is three weeks in every direction.” He spoke, his accented voice rolling off his tongue gracefully, “So, please, eat something. Both of you.” You eyed the man before heading over to the table, grabbing an apple. You eyed the apple next, turning it every which way, inspecting it for any hints of poison. You shrugged and took a bite, watching as Marion hobbled over on her knees next to you. “I must apologize for their treatment of you.” Belloq continued, as Marion sat down, scarfing down the food, you were silent as you bit your apple.

“Yeah, who’s idea was it? No food, no water.” She grabbed a glass of water, “What kinds of people are these friends of yours?” She spoke angrily, before chugging the water down.

“At this particular time and place, to do my work, they are necessary evils.” Belloq answered, opening a box and bringing it over to Marion. “They are not my friends. However, with the right connections… Even in this part of the world, we are not entirely uncivilized.” He finished, picking up the ends of a white lace fabric and showing it to your sister.

You silently rolled your eyes, biting your apple as Marion froze before huffing out a laugh. “It’s beautiful.” She remarked, biting into a piece of bread, her mouth already slightly full.

“I would very much like to see you in it.” Belloq spoke, as Marion let out a laugh, taking another bite of the food.

“I’ll bet you would.” She spoke, before slowly realizing that the man was serious, dropping the half-eaten fruit in her hand down on the table. “All right.” Marion spoke, grabbing the dress out of the box. She brought it up to herself, as Belloq passed her the matching heels.

You watched, slowly chewing your food as you sat in an empty chair, almost feeling bad for your sister as she went to change. Wearing a dress in the desert was a terrible idea. Especially those heels. You cringed at the thought of the sand getting in those shoes, making you glad you had your boots.

“What do you got to drink around here?” She asked, as she stepped behind a small curtain.

“We don’t have much time.” Belloq spoke as he rose from his seat, “Soon they will come to harm you, and I will not be able to stop them…” You leaned over, seeing that he was secretly peeping in on your sister with a mirror.

“Perve.” You muttered, tossing the apple core.

“Unless you are able to give me something to placate them.” He paused, “Some, uh, piece of information… Which I can use to protect you from them.” He spoke, grabbing a bottle of alcohol. Why he wasn’t asking you questions was really odd to you, you were the one married to Indiana after all. But, if they didn’t know that, thinking you were just another girl found with Indy, you’d keep it that way.

“I’ve already told you everything I know. I have no loyalty to Jones.” She spoke before she stepped out from behind the curtain. “He’s brought me nothing but trouble.” She walked over, spinning around for Belloq, making you roll your eyes.

“Cute right?” She asked you, turning to you as she played with the dress’s skirt.

“Very.” You replied shortly, eyeing Belloq as he fawned over her.

“Marion, you are beautiful.” He complimented her, as she smiled, but you knew that smile. She was up to something. Like the time she tried to steal the chai cookies from the jar when she was seven. She was up to something.

Belloq then turned to you, “And you, I suppose you also know nothing?” He asked as you nodded, grabbing another fruit.

“I worked at a restaurant before this… Jones fellow came in and now I’m here.” Your lie fell easily from your lips.

Belloq hummed, nodding, “Unfortunate. I hope, for your sake, you’ll make it out alive and back to your repetitious lifestyle.”

You nodded, slowly chewing, giving your sister a side glance, you hoped she’d do something soon.

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“Get out.” Indiana commanded his friend, waving the flaming torch around to stop the snakes from coming any closer. He had found the Ark, where he had thought it was, and excavated it with the help of Sallah and the nicer men. Sallah climbed up the rope, the rope then falling and landing to the ground before Indiana. He turned up at the entrance in shock, confusion, fear; “Sallah!-”

“Hello!” Belloq greeted from the entrance, waving down at Indiana. “Why, Dr. Jones, whatever are you doing in such a nasty place?” He asked, tauntingly.

“Why don’t you come on down here! I’ll show you!” Indiana called up, making Belloq shake his head.

Crouching down at the edge, he continued to speak, “Thank you, my friend, but I think we are all very comfortable up here.” He laughed with the men surrounding him, “That’s right isn’t it?”

Two of the head German gentlemen walked over, peering down at Indiana, “Yes, we are very comfortable up here.” Dietrich replied.

“So, once again, Jones, what was briefly yours is now mine. What a fitting end to your life’s pursuits.” He paused, “You’re about to become a permanent addition to this archaeological find. Who knows? In a thousand years, even you may be worth something.” He teased Indiana, chuckling.

Indiana laughed back sarcastically, “Son of the bi-”

“I’m afraid we much be going now, Dr. Jones. Our prize is awaiting in Berlin. But I do not wish to leave you down in that awful place all alone.” Dietrich spoke, making Belloq look up at him in surprise as men dragged both you and Marion to the hole.

“Slimy pig, you let me go!” Marion demanded, “Stop it!”

You struggled in the hands of the two men holding you, “Let me go too!” Your eyes widening as the creepy man from the bar tossed your sister into the snake pit with Indiana.

She screamed as she fell, catching the sculpted mouth of a statue, “Marion!” Indiana yelled, as she dangled. “Hang on!” Below, he held his arms open, ready to catch her.

Your jaw dropped as your eyes widened, turning to the two men holding you quickly, “Actually, gentlemen, I think I’d like to stay up here.” You tried to convince them but they tried to push you, your feet digging into the sand. “You better catch me, Indy!” You yelled down at him, making him doubletake, looking from you to Marion and back. Letting out a breath, you nudge your elbows into the sides of the two men, making them let go of you, doubling over. You let out a deep breath before stepping off and into the hole, shutting your eyes as your hair whipped around and your stomach flipped.

You quickly landed in Indiana’s arms, hearing him grunt at the impact before you opened your eyes. Indiana was already looking at you, his hands around your waist and legs gripping you tightly as he breathed heavily, “You alright?” He asked and you nodded with a smile.

“Yes, thank you.” You thanked him, pressing a quick kiss to his sweaty cheek, “Now save my sister.” You spoke, patting his chest before hopping out of his arms and grabbing a still flaming torch from the ground; shooing off the snakes. You watched as the tooth of the statue began to crumble away, making Marion fall, hitting the side of the statue before into Indiana’s arms.

“You traitor! You get your hands off of me!” She yelled at him, pushing off of him before she landed into the same, staring right at an angry King Cobra. She froze, as did you and Indy.

“Mar, slowly back away.” You told her, watching as she slowly crawled backwards, climbing onto Indiana’s back and shoulders to get away from the snakes.

“Snakes!” She cried, trying to get away from them as if they were mice or rats. Indiana groaned and struggled to hold her as he himself was trying to stay away from the shiny, seemingly slimy, reptiles. “At your feet!” She continued, as you watched, periodically shooing more snakes away. You were glad that you didn’t really fear snakes as your sister and Indiana did. Sometimes, you actually thought the legless things were cute.

“The girl was mine!” Belloq exclaimed from the surface.

“She’s of no use to us. Only our mission for the fuehrer matters.” Dietrich argued, “I wonder sometimes, Monsieur, if you have that clearly in mind.” He finished as Belloq went back to the hole.

“It was not to be, chérie.” He spoke down to Marion.”

“You bastards! I’ll get you for this!” She yelled up to them from Indiana’s arms.

“Indiana Jones… Adieu.” Belloq then left as some of the workers pushed the covering over the hole.

“No!” Marion cried out, but it was too late.

You let out a sigh, continuing to push more snakes away. “Well, that was eventful.” You spoke, making Indiana and Marion turn to you, obviously not liking your sarcasm. “What? Do you want me to be optimistic about this? Or should I be freaking out and crying about how I’m going to die.”

Indiana sat down Marion and passed her a torch, before looking to you, “Y/N, sweetheart, snakes…” He spoke out and you sighed, nodding.

“I understand you have a fear of them, but I just find them inconvenient small slithering, slippery serpents.” You shrugged. “I have complete faith that you’ll find a way out of here, honey.”

Indiana sighed, handing Marion a torch, , “Take this. Wave at anything that slithers.” He spoke, turning back to a section of snakes; beginning to shoo some snakes away.

“Oh my god,” Marion exclaimed as the three of you tried to keep the snakes at bay. “The whole place is slithering.”

Marion then turned around, spotting something on his belt, she pointed the fire at it, “Indy!” Mistaking his whip for a snake.

“Marion!” You exclaimed as she poked him with the fire.

“Ow!” He turned to her with a glare, “Jesus!”

You rolled your eyes, “Try and not kill my husband while we are down here, please.” You begged, back to back with Marion.

“How the hell are we going to get out of here!?” She cried out in distress, ignoring your comment.

Indiana looked around the room frantically as he pushed away a snake with his foot, “I’m working on it. I’m working on it.” He answered frustratedly.

“Well, whatever you are doing, do it faster.” Marion called out, as Indiana spotted something. Snakes slipping out of a small hole in the wall. A nasty sight to behold.

“Indy, honey, where are you going?” You asked, as Indiana moved the torch higher as he pointed to the wall of snakes.

“To that wall. Just get ready to run, both of you. Whatever happens to me.” He spoke as Marion turned to him.

“What do you mean by that?” She asked as Indiana began to climb a statue. She turned to look at you as she waved away snakes. “What does he mean by that?” She asked you, hoping for an answer.

“Sorry, I have no idea. And I’ve been doing this for years.” You huffed, nudging a legless lizard back. “Sadly, this is what usually happens on adventures with Indy.” You mumbled, more to yourself.

Indiana grabbed his whip, whipping it and hooking it on the jaw of another statue, before he started to climb it.

“Indy!” Marion called up to him, beginning to worry and freak out as the snakes got closer. “Don’t leave us down here by ourselves!”

“He won’t leave us! Oh my goodness, Marion! You said he left us at the tent, but he didn’t, even though technically we came to him; he won’t leave us. I’m married to the man for crying out loud!” You exclaimed, as Indiana continued to climb, freezing when he saw a snake.

Burning it with the fire, the snake fell and landed right on Marion’s shoulders and neck, instantly freaking her out. You rushed over to her, quickly; gently, taking the snake by the tail and tossing it to the side.

“Indy, dear, be careful what you drop from up there! I didn’t hear the broadcast about raining snakes!” You yelled up to him, whipping your hands on your pants before grabbing your torch again.

Indiana tossed down his dead torch as he continued to climb, both you and Marion backing yourself in a corner as Indiana climbed to the top of the statue, before beginning to push it from the wall.

“Indy!” Marion called to him again as he struggled to get it to move, hearing it crack as old sand and dust fell down.

“Get ready!” He yelled down.

“Indy, the torch is going out!” Marion cried up to him.

Quickly, the statue broke from its spot, falling down as Indaiana held onto it, landing and breaking a wall open. You let out a cough as you held Marion up and over the statue, chucking the heel she was holding away. Hopping down the large pieces of stone wall, you sat down on one as Marion went forward.

“Indy!” You called for him, cupping your mouth with your hands as you looked around the dark room.

“Indy!” Marion copied, unknowingly holding onto a mummified skeleton. She screamed, eyes wide in horror as she pushed the mummified man away, eyes then landing on another one, before running into a few more. She rushed forward to get away from the dead, only to run through a whole hall of the creepy, gross, webbed dead men.

Indiana was quick to grab her, “Look!” He said, “Look!” He pulled her around the corner to show her sunlight shining through a crack in the wall of stones. You stood there waiting for them, surprising your sister.

“Where were you?” She asked, still a bit scared and worked up from the hundreds of mummies in the other room. You simply point behind her, showing a second, more empty hall that you had gone through, resulting you in the same spot. “Oh…” She mumbled, before Indiana let out a huff of relief, climbing the pieces of rock and stone, with you and Marion close behind.

Indiana struggled to push the giant sandstone, it slowly sliding out of place and down, opening enough space for the three of you to escape. Indiana didn’t waste to hop off of the hole, spotting the Nazi planes loading up their things. Helping the two of you out, Indiana pointed to the side and you all made a run for it, ducking low so you wouldn’t be spotted. Getting into a good spot in a tent, you watched as men ran around, as Indiana whistled. Looking over, you also spotted Sallah.

At the whistle, he grinned, rushing over, “Holy smoke, my friends… I… I’m so pleased you’re not dead!” He exclaimed, taking Indiana’s hand with a tight clasp briefly before sitting. “Indy, we have no time. If you still want the Ark… It is being loaded onto a truck for Cairo.”

You stood over Indiana, your hand on his shoulder, “Truck?” You asked Sallah.

“What truck?” Indiana asked, sounding frustrated.

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Laying on a pile of dirt and sand, you, Indy, Marion, and Sallah watched as the men carried the Ark onto the truck. The people of the area tried to stop the men, but they couldn’t; watching as the Ark was placed into the truck.

“Get back to Cairo. Get us some transport to England… Boat… Plane, anything… Meet me at Omar’s. Be ready for me. I’m going after that truck.”

“How?” Sallah asked, making Indiana pause.

“I don’t know. I’m making this up as I go.” He replied, pushing away from the dirt mound, stopping again as you grabbed his arm.

“I’m coming with you.” You insisted, only for Indiana to shake his head.

“No, you’re not.” He answered, “You need to go with them. I’ll meet you there.” He spoke before pulling away.

“Jones,” You called for him, Indy stopping as she turned to you. You let out a sigh, feeling your heart clench, “I love you.”

Indiana gave you a grin, "I know." He tipped his hat, "Stay safe, Jones." You watched as his figure got smaller in the distance. Your throat tightened, but you forced yourself to breathe calmly.

It was evening, dark, cold air as you waited impatiently for Indiana to return. You held Marion close to you, an arm around her shoulder as you tried to stay warm. You were growing wary, incredibly anxious as the time went on. Your heart pounded in your chest as you tapped your foot against the ground. You bit your lip, your free hand fidgeting at your side as you continued to wait. Soon though, you eyed lights, watching with relief and complete joy as the truck drove down the large dock. Men quickly grabbed the crate with the Ark, rushing past you. You quickly let go of Marion, rushing over to the truck and opening the driver’s side door. Looking up, your bright smile faltered slightly as you watched Indiana clutch his arm, obviously in pain.

“You’re hurt.” You spoke, hastily helping Indiana out of the truck, looping his arm over your shoulders and yours around his waist as Marion and Sallah came rushing over.

“Everything at last has been arranged.” Sallah spoke with excitement, taking Indiana’s hand, helping him along too.

“And the Ark?” Indiana asked.

“Is on board. Nothing is lacking, now that you’re here.” He spoke, before letting out a laugh, “Or what is left of you.”

“You trust these guys?” Indiana asked, a bit anxious as the captain stood a ways away smoking a cigarette.

“Yes.” Sallah answered firmly, “Mr. Katanga?” The man in question walked over, “Mr. Katanga, these are my friends. They are my family. I will hear of it if they are not treated well.” He spoke as Mr. Katanga slapped his own chest.

“My cabins are theirs. Mr. Jones… I’ve heard a lot about you, sir.” He gestured to Indiana, “Your appearance is exactly the way I imagined.” He teased, turning to Sallah before the two broke out into laughter, before Mr. Katanga walked away.

Indiana smiled, stepping forward to Sallah, you following, “Goodbye.” Indiana spoke, bringing the man into a hug, accidentally hurting Indiana’s arm.

“Look out for each other.” Sallah spoke in the hug, his arm opening and reaching out for you. You gave the man a smile, wrapping your arms around both him and Indiana. “I am already missing you both.”

You both pulled away, Indiana nodding, “You’re my good friend.” You smiled, hearing the evident emotion in his voice.

You gently placed your hand on Sallah’s arm briefly, “I hope we can visit during better circumstances.” To which Sallah nodded.

“And hopefully with children of your own?” Sallah teased with a laugh, wiggling his eyebrows.

Your eyes widened and Indiana’s jaw dropped, both of your faces flushing. “Sallah!” You both cried, as he continued to laugh.

Backing away, Marion then walked over, pressing a kiss to his right cheek, “This is for Fayah,” She pressed another kiss to his left cheek, “This is for the children,” She placed the last kiss to his lips, “And this one’s for you.” The ship’s horn went off, signaling its soon departure, as Sallah stared down at Marion. “Thank you.” She spoke, before following you and Indiana.

Before you knew it, Sallah began to sing, happily walking with a pep in his step as he waved to you, Indy, and Marion on the ramp of the ship.

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In the captain’s cabin, you slowly pushed open the door, covered in a Y/F/C blanket as you carried a bowl of water and a rag.

“Where did you go?” Indiana asked as you shut the door behind you, setting the bowl on a table as he sat up in the bed. Indiana then noticed the scarf around your head, concealing your hair, and the smile on your face. “Where’d you get that?” He then asked curiously.

“Katanga. If it makes you feel better, he gave Marion a silk nightgown.” You teased as you grabbed the rag and dipped it in the water. “He had a full drawer of just scarves, and I bet Marion and I aren’t the only ladies he’s had on this ship.”

Indiana ignored your teasing, trying to sit up, “It’s lovely. What’s on it?” He asked, noticing the faint details on it in the dim light of the room.

“Flowers, specifically Chrysanthemums.”

Indiana turned to a near-by mirror as you squeezed out the excess water, poking and prodigy his bumps, bruises, and cuts. “Ow.”

Walking over at the sound of his little ‘ow,’ you helped Indiana take off his shirt, “Wait… I don’t need any help.” He flinched slightly from the pain.

“Uh-huh, yes, you do.” You answered, helping his arms out of the sleeves, “So stubborn. Legs up, can’t help you in this position.” You softly commanded as Indiana lifted his legs onto the bed.

“I don’t need help, I need sleep.” He answered, before his breath hitched as you pressed the wet cloth to the cut on his chest. “That hurt.”

“I know, and it would stop hurting if you’d just let me help you.” You scolded, gently pressing the cloth to yet another cut on his chest.

“It wouldn’t hurt if I was sleeping.” He muttered, wincing again.

You paused, giving him a deadpanned look, “It would hurt when you woke up and then we’d be in this situation again. Indy, don’t play games. Let me help.”

Indiana was quiet for a moment as he scrunched his face and winced again, “Fine.” He breathed out, making you smile.

“See? Wasn’t hard. To think we’ve been married for five years and you still don’t let me help you sometimes.” You teased as you continued to clean his wounds. “My poor baby, all battered and bruised. You should’ve let me come with you.” You muttered in a baby voice as you reached the gunshot graze on his arm.

“Uh-uh, and have you get shot? No way, sweetheart.” Indiana remarked, embarrassed and face red in the dull room, as you dipped the dirty cloth into the water and squeezed it out again.

You sighed, biting your lip, brushing away dirt, grime, and blood as your thoughts raced. Anxiety filled you, filling you up in a dark blanket of worry and fear. What if on the next adventure, he doesn’t come back?

“Hey,” Indy called out to you, interrupting your intrusive thoughts, making you look up at him, eyes tearing up.

You clenched the rag, water falling on your lap, “You scare me sometimes, Indiana.” You spoke, staring into his deep brown eyes. Reaching up, Indiana brought his hand to your cheek, his rough thumb brushing away a stray tear from your soft skin. His touch grounded you; it always had. His touch was home.

Looking up at you, Indiana’s warm gaze never once left yours as he spoke "I'm sorry, honey." Before bringing his arm back down, hissing as he did so, scrunching up his face again as a searing pain shot through him suddenly.

You were quick to lean forward, looking from his pained face to his chest and back, “What? What’s hurting? What do you need?” You asked urgently, worried that if you touched him, you’d hurt him.

Indiana shifted slightly in his spot, groaning softly, before he looked up at you, “Do you know what would make me feel better?” He let out, voice deep and slightly strained.

You placed your hand on Indiana’s cheek, your thumb brushing the apple of his cheek, the hairs on his jaw tickling you slightly. “What, my love?”

Indiana brought his hand up, pointing to his lips, “A kiss… Right here.” He slightly pouted, as you let out a chuckle, unable to stop staring down at the man before you adoringly. Without another moment wasted, you leaned down and pressed your lips to his own sweetly; softly. You smiled into the kiss before pulling away from him, both of your eyes closed, savoring the kiss. “You know,” Indiana let out a breath, licking his lips, still caught up from your kiss. “I remember saying something along the lines of making up to you later.”

Your eyes opened, staring down at Indiana with shock, feeling your face flush in the dim light. “But you’re hurt.” You answered, voice in a soft whisper. “We can wait until we’re home, healed, and not on a boat.”

Opening his eyes, Indiana stared up at you, his eyes dazed and heavy. "I think I can handle it." He mumbled to you, a small smirk spread across his face.

Feeling his hands slowly wrap and land on your waist, your gaze drifted across his face, your free hand playing with his brown hair. Looking back into his eyes, you let out a breathy laugh, "Oh, Indiana Jones." You leaned back down, lips brushing against his as the warm air surrounded them.

His grip around you tightened slightly. Your heart raced. A smile formed on your face. You breathe in his intoxicating scent before pressing your lips against his again, softly, a sense of contentment and calm filling the space between you two. He moved his fingers under your shirt, tracing delicate patterns onto your skin before resting his hand on the barest bit of exposed skin you had to offer him. You shifted closer into him, leaning down further, feeling the heat from his body radiated from his bare chest against you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in even more tightly as he deepened the kiss. You ran a hand through his dark hair, letting it run through your own fingers before cupping one side of his head with the other. His hands roamed up and down your back while kissing you passionately; every movement was so gentle and careful that made you feel so cherished. In the morning, your lips still tingled from the lingering sensation of his warm, soft kisses.

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Holding the blanket to your chest, you watched as Indiana checked if his gun was ready and loaded before sticking it in his belt. “Engines have stopped.” He spoke, noticing your staring.

“I know,” You mumble, resting on your side, your hand on your chin, “I heard it.”

Nodding, he spoke again, “I’m going to go check.” And without another word, he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Finishing getting dressed, the door slammed open. The Nazi men rushed in with their guns drawn. “Where is Dr. Jones?” They demanded as you glared at them, tempted to grab your own gun from your belt, but you knew that it would’ve been a bad idea.

“I don’t know.” You spoke, grinding your teeth as one of the men grabbed you and pushed you out of the room. You winced as your shoulder hit the metal wall, turning down the hall to see Marion outside as well.

The men were quick to grab both you and Marion, pulling you up and on the deck. Marion rushed forward, about to hit Dietrich before Katanga grabbed her, pulling her into him. You stood to the side, one man still holding your arm.

“What about Jones!?” Dietrich yelled up to his men.

“There’s no trace yet, sir.” A soldier called down to him.

“Jones is dead.” Katanga spoke up, “I killed him. He was of no use to us. The girl, however, has certain value where we’re headed. She’ll bring a very good price.” He spoke, before taking a lock of Marion’s hair and sniffing it with a grin, “Mn?” He then continued, “Herr Colonel… That cargo you’ve taken… If it’s your goal, go in peace with it, but leave us the girl. It would reduce our loss on this trip.”

Dietrich growled, “You are not in the position to ask for anything. We will take what we wish.” He spoke, before grabbing Marion’s arm and pulling her to him. “And then decide whether or not to blow your ship from the water.” He then turned to the man holding you, “And you, we are taking her as well. She may… Be of some use.” He spoke, giving you a once over before Belloq spoke,

“The girl goes with me.” He walked over, hands in pockets, “She’ll be part of my compensation. I’m sure your fuehrer would approve.” He pauses, sliding off his coat jacket, “If she fails to please me, you man do with her as you wish.” He spoke, placing his jacket over Marion’s shoulders. “I will waste no more time with her now.”

Before you knew it, both you and Marion were sent onto the submarine. Knowing full well, that Indiana was close behind.

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You had arrived at your destination, some island, similar to a desert like Egypt. Walking with Dietrich, Belloq, and their men, you stayed close to Marion. Unlike before, you felt an unnerving doom engulf you, chilling you to the bone. You felt as if you had been walking for miles, for hours even. The rough terrain, despite your boots, bugged you. You definitely had rocks in them, and sand. You hated sand.

“Hello!” A voice called, you knew that voice. You turned to the sound, a bright smile on your face as you saw Indiana on top of a small rock ledge, holding a bazooka.

“Jones.” Belloq spoke in shock, fear almost, at the sight of the launch weapon. “Jones!”

Marion grabbed your hand, squeezing it, a smile on her own face. “I’m going to blow up the Ark, Rene.” Indiana spoke, eyes trained down the scope of the bazooka.

“Your persistence surprises even me. You’re gonna give mercenaries a bad name.” Belloq remarked, Dietrich then speaking up,

“Dr. Jones… Surely you don’t think you can escape from this island.”

“It depends on how reasonable… We’re all willing to be. All I want are the girls.” You couldn’t help smiling at that, watching as Dietrich turned to Belloq confused.

“If we refuse?” Dietrich then asked.

“Then your fuehrer has no prize.”

Belloq went forward, pushing the men away from the Ark, “Okay, stand back. All of you, stand back. He then put his hat back on, “Okay, Jones. You win. Blow it up.”

“Soldiers!” Dietrich yelled, making them cover the Ark once more.

“Shut up!” Belloq yelled, grabbing a gun from a man and aiming it at them. “Shut up!” The men moved away again, “Just blow it up!” Belloq called up to Indiana. “Right back to God. All your life has been spent in pursuit of archeological relics. Inside the Ark are treasures beyond your wildest aspirations. You want to see it open as well as I? Indiana… We are simply passing through history.” He spoke, gesturing back to the Ark. “This…” He placed his hand over the covered Ark, “This is history.”

You watched Indiana with bated anticipation, hoping he’d just shot the damn thing. But, you knew he wouldn’t.

“Do as you will.” Belloq then finished, standing back from the Ark.

You knew that speech of his hit something within Indiana. You knew the man was smart enough to know that as well. Indiana lowered the weapon and you bowed your head.

It was night when the Ark was moved to its final spot, to see if the treasure inside was indeed there. You stood, tied to a pole with Marion and Indiana, staring as it started to all unfold. In front of the Ark was Belloq, dressed in a special gown, holding the staff and speaking in the Ark’s magic words. The soldier stood around, watching, waiting just like you, Indy, and your sister.

After Belloq finished, two men walked over, carefully pulling off the lid of the Ark. You watched in amazement and fear as Belloq looked over into the Ark, some of the soldiers coming closer to see too. Dietrich pulled the black leather glove from his hand, reaching in to grab what was inside. You looked up to Indiana, who was watching, an unknown look on his face. Looking back over, you watched as Dietrich pulled his hand up, his hand full of sand. He tossed the sand away in anger, as Belloq touched it in shock.

Toht began to laugh before walking away, Indiana turned up in a grin before they dropped, hearing a piercing sound in the air. The light generators began to spark before lights began to explode; scaring the men and their soldiers. Indiana looked around, confused. He had no idea what was going on.

“Indy, honey, what’s going on?” You whispered up to him, only he didn’t answer, continuing to look around bewildered.

At the Ark, Belloq looked in, watching as the sand inside lit up, casting light and shadows. It looked like a miniature storm, thundering and shooting lightning as it began to glow. Soldier began to back up, as the Ark began to glow more intensely. Wisps of light swirled out, whispers filling the air.

“Y/N, Marion, don’t look at it.” Indiana spoke up, and you nodded your head the best you could.

“Already ahead of you.” You replied as Indiana turned his face to your sister.

“Shut your eyes, Marion. Don’t look at it, no matter what happens.” Indiana practically begged as you continued to clench your eyes shut.

Blindly, your hand searched for his, knocking into his knuckles with your finger tips. Slowly both of you intertwined your fingers together as best as you could. You let out a shaky breath as you heard more unnerving noises, screaming, crying, the wind blowing through the air.

“Indy!” Marion yelled to Indiana, the temptation to look strong.

“Don’t look, Marion! Keep your eyes shut!” Indiana yelled back to her, his grip on your hand tightening.

The screaming worsened as a bright light soon encompassed everything and anything. It passed by you, causing you to cry out as it blinded you behind your eyelids. The wind continued to blow harshly against you, before a loud crack of thunder filled the sky… And all was silent.

Indiana moved, opening his eyes and looking down. He was untied. Turning, Indiana pulled you into him, you wrapped your arms around him. “I can look, right?” Your voice small, overwhelmed.

“Yes. Yes. Marion, you can look now.” Indiana spoke, calling over to your sister.

She too opened her eyes, shaken as she looked around. She let out a breath before a smile crept on her face.

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Washington DC. You hadn’t been there in so long. You almost missed it. What you didn’t miss were the ‘After Adventure Meetings.’ Sitting besides Indiana, you fidgeted in your dress as the two agents spoke to your husband. You only hoped your sister wasn’t as annoyed as you back in Nepal.

“You’ve done your country a great service.” The one agent spoke before the other began,

“And we trust you found the… Settlement satisfactory.”

Indiana was quick to interrupt, “Oh, the money’s fine. The situation’s totally unacceptable.”

“Well, gentlemen, I guess that just about wraps it up.” The first agent then interrupted him.

“Where is the Ark?” Brody asked slowly.

“I thought we’d settled that. The Ark is somewhere very safe.” The first agent spoke up again, pulling the pipe from his mouth as he turned to Brody.

“From whom?” You spoke up, the four men turning to you.

Brody had let out a sigh, “The Ark is a source of unspeakable power and it has to be researched.” He brought up, sounding irritated.

“And it will be, I assure you, Dr. Brody, Dr. Jones.” The first agent spoke, the pipe back in his mouth as he looked at Brody and then Indiana. “We have top men working on it right now.” He tried to assure everyone.

Indiana clasped his hands together, leaning forward, “Who?”

The agent stared at him, “Top… Men…” He spoke slowly, as if Indiana was a child who needed to be told in a slower tone to understand, it made you want to roll your eyes. The meeting was quick to be over after that, the agents leaving before you, Indiana, and Brody did the same.

Walking down the steps, arm in arm, you looked up to Indiana. “I know you’re upset. So I had an idea.” You spoke up, Indiana looking down at you briefly as you continued to walk.

“They’re fools.” Indiana complained, and you nodded, squeezing his arm gently.

“I know. I know. Who knows, they’re probably going to stuff it in a warehouse somewhere… But, Indy, honey, let’s get our mind off it. What do you think about finally going on that honeymoon you wanted? We never did it after our seven days.” You mentioned and Indiana pursed his lips, looking down at you with furrowed brows.

“I thought we did.” He spoke as you simply shook your head.

“We, well, you were asked to find the Diamonds of Princess Mytchinia in Peru on the night of the seventh day. I remember it well.” You corrected, Indiana pausing in his place to look down at you.

“Really? I thought that was our honeymoon?” You gave him a small deadpanned look, you knew that tone; he was messing with you. “I’m joking.” He laughed, continuing his walk. “What do you say we stay home for our honeymoon? We could rent a cabin in the woods, roast marshmallows under the stars..? All alone… We have been traveling a lot.” He pondered out loud as you gave him a hum.

“Camping with you?” You smiled up at him as you pulled him closer, “That sounds lovely.”

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