#but i consider it an honour to somehow to help him raise popularity

[valyrra]

My lovely moot, if I may be so bold...

Could we perhaps see a little more content of Rain or Havik? They get my heart in knots

(also every single time I see your screenshots or any post of yours I get so happy 🥺💖 literally makes my day)

Hey bae!!! Yes, of course. I waited for someone to request Rain actually. Thank you so much for requesting, I'll work on both him and Havik

[galadhremmin]

We have derived Caranthir liking the Dwarves (and vice versa) because apparently, Finrod succeeds in every field Caranthir fails, and at this point it's clear this derives from the in-universe writer of the Silm and his own biases. Think about it: "Dark Finwë" , a grumpy, prejudiced lordling, and "Hair Champion", most handsome, noble king, have met with the same people!! Yet the king of the first secret kingdom is everyone's friend, but the prince that trades with them regularly is not... seems sus.

Hence, Caranthir is friends with the Dwarves. (But that is just an interpretation, so you're free to think what you wish, I just have several opinions on in-universe prejudice and the almighty narrative.)

I think that 'we' might actually have been Dawn Felagund years ago. Maybe this reading existed even before that, but I doubt that-- she's been very influential in silm fandom and was long before tumblr was much of a thing. https://dawnfelagund.com/caranthir-the-slandered

I wouldn't say it's 'clear' that what amounts to Caranthir's entire documented personality derives from the bias of the in-universe narrator, though as you can see from Dawn's writing it's a reading you can argue for. There are a number of different approaches you can take to the Silm and its biases anyway. One of the few times when it's absolutely clear the text isn't telling the entire story is when it talks about the Easterlings. I've posted about this before but the recorded names are, uhh.... the ones to betray the elves are unlikely to actually have been named things like 'ugly lord' and 'ugly beard.' 'Dark Finwe' on the other hand is a documented reference to his haircolour being dark like Finwe's own; hardly a negative judgement!

I personally think Caranthir can be exactly as ill-tempered and prejudiced as the Silm paints him without becoming an unsympathetic character. If a writer cannot make a moody, deeply prejudiced man an interesting character that is a failure as a writer; there are after all enough books who manage exactly that. That is not to say choosing not to write him that way is a failure (obviously not), but it's not necessary in order to make a reader feel for him at all.

Just going by the text, I think it actually might make for a more interesting narrative to explore in fic to me. Because he does change his mind about something, and at a very specific moment; when he meets the Haladin. That is much less dramatic if he secretly been as nice and popular as Finrod, and got along with everyone all the time already. He's been raised by Fëanor, who said things like 'No other race shall oust us!' and rallied the Noldor not motivated enough by vengeance for Finwë alone by playing on their deep-seated fear of being replaced by the Secondborn. Very unlikely that had no impact. At best it has made him uninterested in humans in his area (while they're not much of a threat to ruling instead of the elves anyway). The text says they paid them no heed.

And yet! Caranthir sees how brave Haleth and her people are. He 'does her great honour.' He changes his mind and offers them lands. His tragedy to me is not that of a slandered figure, but of this deeply, deeply prejudiced person raised to distrust the motivations of human beings -- who overcomes those beliefs, offers friendship, is rejected! then extends that same trust to the Easterlings anyway... and it's those specific Easterlings, not the ones who ally with his brothers-- who betray them all. And cause the disastrous ending of the Nirnaeth. It's the 'to evil end shall all things turn that they begin well' part of the curse hitting him in the least fair way possible. Someone finally changes for the better, and the outcome is treason and destruction.

That is a very good character arc to me, actually. His aesthetics-based scorn for the Dwarves is reprehensible but strikes me as deeply Elvish, and part of his prejudices. Naugrim is too unflattering a name for them for it not to be common. His temper-- well why can't he have one? Sure there's only one recorded instance -- but that's imo because there are hardly any conversations in the Silm! Anyway I like some people with tempers well enough. Personally I think people are missing out on opiniated grouches.

Obviously the biased anti-Feanorian Pengolodh reading is a nice one, and I have enjoyed a lot of stories written based it. But it's not at all a reading that is necessary for me to read Caranthir as a flawed but sympathetic character. He can have serious faults and still, ultimately, be someone I feel for.

What I was asking though was if I overlooked any canon evidence of Caranthir being particularly, personally fond of the Dwarves; and it seems I did not. Also; there is room for Caranthir growing to like the Dwarves over centuries without an anti-Feanorian bias reading this strong, there is simply no evidence for friendship in the rather barebones narrative (I'm not interested atm because it's wildly overdone to me & I like variety).

That said, in my opinion making Caranthir the hidden, slandered Feanorian Finrod equivalent with a dash of Curufin's Dwarf affection is not as enjoyable as simply working with what little canon character is actually there. Because there is one (and it's not the greedy tax collector of some fanon depictions either imo)

1. To start with, wrt Caranthir as the anti-Finrod, I don't think it works that well. Sure sure dark/light, open/prejudiced, repressed/shouty, but different motivations, different locations, plus they meet very different peoples even if both are Edain-- besides, Caranthir's own older brothers do successfully ally with the Easterlings without betrayal, while Curufin (much more so than Finrod! no Khuzdul for Finrod!) is the Dwarves' Friend(tm). Also, a flawed Finrod already exists. That's just the regular edition. He has his own faults and (very different) tragic arc.

If Finrod never seems to have strong prejudices to overcome, and if he's not confrontational (which... look he's a diplomat. Make of that what you will. Pretty awkward there in Doriath, buddy!) he does have trouble facing his own complicity (he wanted to sail those ships despite the murders) until Sauron beats him to death with it. He leaves Valinor with the idea of ruling but he has to give up the crown. He's ambitious, he seems emotionally repressed, he's.. possibly paying the greater Dwarves to drive the Petty Dwarves out of their ancestral home to build a city? Oops. Depending on the version you go with in that case, of course; there's also ones where he's free of the blame of that one. Not of wanting to sail those ships and being uneasy with the guilt wrt wanting to do so despite their being stolen and murdered for though. No he doesn't kill; but he wants to use the result of it anyway, and to make it worse he is actually half Telerin.

There's also (to be fair, only for sure after the disaster of the Sudden Flame because that's the recorded instance) his guards killing random innocent trespassers to keep his kingdom hidden -- yes, that's right there in Silm, yes he's still King at the time. Beren has to wave that ring. People just seem to miss that he'd be killed without it somehow.

I think it's just too easy to reduce him to the golden perfect opposite of Caranthir. Yes he's described more positively; he's also just mentioned more because unlike Caranthir he rules an actual kingdom, the greatest and richest in Beleriand in fact; and does things that have a lot of very longterm effects, like helping B&L steal a Silmaril. They don't 'meet the same people' anyway -- the Haladin have a different culture from the Beorians which contributes to their reaction to Caranthir (and iirc their later fate).

Sidenote: Dawn's essay attributes the Green Elves helping the Feanorians at Amon Ereb to Caranthir's diplomatic skills; but why not to those of Amras or Amrod? This is the quote; 'Caranthir fled and joined the remnant of his people to the scattered folk of the hunters, Amrod and Amras, and they retreated and passed Ramdal in the south. Upon Amon Ereb they maintained a watch and some strength of war, and they had aid of the Green-elves' -- nothing here indicates it was Caranthir who got them that aid. In fact A&A are the hunters, i.e. more likely to have roamed in various forests where they would have encountered Green Elves, imo.

There's also the very desperate times to consider in which this aid takes place. This is just post Sudden Flame, and even if the Green Elves didn't like Caranthir they probably liked him better than Morgoth. Also, speaking of cosmopolitans, Maedhros allies with, yes, Dwarves (Azaghal), Grey elves, Easterlings (and you might say: Fingolfinians); even part of the remaining people of Dorthonion rally to Himring post sudden flame (that means Edain and Arafinwean followers in Himring, at least for a time), and he manages to be friendly with Felagund despite calling him a badger. ;)

Finrod is not the only other leader to forge diverse alliances, and though B&L ends happily his people mostly do not. Caranthir's not much like Finrod in any way. Not in motivations, temperament, tragic arc. That's fine. No hidden kingdom for a dragon to eat either. Finrod could probably do with being a little less like Finrod sometimes, though he's well-intentioned and likable. Caranthir loves to shout and isn't sneaky. Good for him.

2. Curufin also already exists. His love for Dwarves is one of his defining and redeeming characteristics and boy does he need them. He's daddy's favourite, a sneaky overambitious bitchy bastard who is also a talented smith and linguist, and truly considered a Dwarf friend, which is apparently exceptional. He's quite flawed; tries to help Celegorm force a political marriage, laughs with a bruised mouth, seeming to lose his mind while attempting and failing murder after first losing his own stronghold and then the city he tried to take from his cousin. He's just... a personality. Mostly a bad one! You can feel for him though, because he seems like an utter mess. Many 'i would love to study you' feelings on my part. Would hate for him to be real but also I'd pay to be his therapist.

3. And then finally there's Canon Caranthir. A difficult, prejudiced person who despite that (which doesn't at all have to mean there is no despite, the despite is what makes it juicy)

- seems to be responsible for re-establishing (large scale?) trade with the Dwarves, whatever he might think of them (and they of him) to their mutual benefit. I don't think he's greedy either. It seems like a mutually profitable situation. Access to Dwarvish goods seems pretty vital to Beleriand, and facilitating trade is a real service.

As someone pointed out in the replies, the Silm does mention Dwarvish companies travelling east to Nan Elmoth and menegroth various times, but quote wrt Caranthir says 'Caranthir’s people came upon the Dwarves, who after the onslaught of Morgoth and the coming of the Noldor had ceased their traffic into Beleriand' and 'when the Dwarves began again to journey into Beleriand.'

They stopped at some point and Caranthir's people made it happen again.

- which means he's practical. He seems like he's good at organising, and setting his own feelings aside if necessary despite his prejudice and temper (which is an achievement it wouldn't be without his, hm, everything). Also he and his people as well as the Dwarves work together well because ''either people loved skill and were eager to learn,' despite their (initial?) mutual dislike. Those aren't bad characteristics; seems like it was an exchange of skill as well as goods and possibly providing safe travel opportunities.

I don't like the 'greedy Caranthir' fanon and don't think it is even that easy support entirely with canon. 'They had of it great profit,' the text says-- both Caranthir and the Dwarves. They exchanged skills and knowledge and Caranthir seems to have helped them start trading in Beleriand again. That's hardly Scrooge Mcduck.

- Another thing we can say about canonthir (lol) is that he apparently attaches a lot of value to aesthetics (was he a visual artist? is a he a sculptor like Nerdanel? WORSE: AN ART CRITIC?! Feanorian art critic is truly nightmare fuel) and that's why he dislikes Dwarves (of all things...). Either way points to 'aesthetics' as something apparently important to Caranthir. Which makes sense given who his parents are. What is interesting to me is that this apparently DOESN'T matter to Curufin, who is a lot like Feanor in most things. That's interesting!

I've never, never seen this but I think it would be very funny to attribute his aesthetic prejudices to Nerdanel. I love her; but why should her opinions be perfect? I know she wasn't considered beautiful herself, but she's an artist. She's got to have had some strong opinions on aesthetics anyway. I doubt it's the beards; Mahtan had one as well. And 'stunted'...at least some of this comes down to the Elvish obsession with height yet again. Hm.

- eventually Caranthir overcomes what have to be some very deeply held beliefs about human beings and their place in the world, and offers what for all intents and purposes looks like real friendship, not the ruling over Men Feanor seems to have had in mind at best. He's capable of real change!

Anyway his character works just fine to me from canon, and what he achieves and the ways in which he fails are more interesting that way rather-- neither slandered Feanorian Finrod 2.0 nor Curufin 'Dwarf Fan' Feanorion without the sneakiness and murder attempts pack the same punch as a stupidly prejudiced grouchy man doing his best anyway for centuries in this stupid ugly cursed land, eventually changing for the better, opening up-- and being brutally punished for it by the Doom.

Dammit. I hope there's therapy in the Everlasting Darkness.

hm a bit long but that's what I get for trying to gather my thoughts wrt why after considering it a bit transferring Curufin's love for Dwarves to Caranthir is a bit boring to me personally. Though there are still stories that still do it very well.

[gaeilgeoirgay]

Naimhde

This is also part of Pósadh Eagraithe :The Series and I hope you like it! It’s from Han Solo’s POV when he first realises that 1. Boba’s alive and 2. Boba is married to Din meaning that 3. He can’t shoot Boba :(

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Naimhde= Enemies

Look, Han Solo was having a good day. Emphasis on was. Ben had slept through the night again so Han got his full recommended hours of rest. Then Leia had had the morning off from the Senate so they had all gone to the park together. Luke was on planet for once with the green frog child so Ben was able to play with him. Leia had told him days ago that they were required to attend a ball that was being hosted to celebrate the Republic getting a treaty with Mandalore so he’d already gone through the seven stages of grief about that.

Now, he’s at said ball and across the room from him, Boba fucking Fett is smirking at him. Han snarls at the look the bastard has on his (apparently very scarred?) face but Leia puts a warning hand on his shoulder. “I know that’s Fett but he’s the leader of the Tatooine crime syndicate now, and rumour has it he’s taken over a couple more of the Hutt Space planets. He’s powerful, Han, and he probably hates us enough. No fighting.” She hisses into his ear.

Of course Boba Fett came out of a fucking sarlacc pit to become a godsdamned crime lord. He shouldn’t have been surprised. And he clearly has some sort of power in Mandalore because Mandalorians aren’t naturally deferential but they seem to treat Fett with an extra bit of respect.

A silver Mandalorian comes over to Fett and says something lowly to him. Fett nods and saunters over to Han and Leia with the other Mando striding ahead of him. “That’s the Mand’alor, their king. No one knows his name or species and he never takes his helmet off in front of non-Mandalorians. He signed the treaty as ‘Mand’alor the Reclaimer’ and his people adore him. He’s rumoured to be absolutely deadly, so once again, Han, I don’t care if he’s coming over with Boba Fett, behave.” Leia whispers and Han suppresses his urge to punt Fett into the nearest star.

Contrary to popular belief, Han is smart enough not to piss off the ruler of a warrior culture that are supposedly the greatest fighters in the galaxy. He got lucky with Fett the first time, he’s not making the man’s whole planet mad at him by fucking with their king.

Their pretty intimidating king, he’s not gonna lie. There’s a veritable armoury on the Mand’alor’s person and Han can see the familiar shape of a lightsaber hilt at his waist. Leia had mentioned something about a ‘Darksaber’ and Han does not want to find out the difference between a Darksaber and a lightsaber firsthand.

The Mand’alor inclines his head in a regal greeting as he halts in front of Leia. “Senator Organa, it’s a pleasure to meet you in person. Luke mentions you often.” He says in a low, smooth voice. Huh. Han is absolutely loyal to Leia but if the Mando king ever offers a threesome…..

Wait, how does Mando know Luke? Leia seems confused too but she hides it well. “The honour is all mine, Your Majesty. I wasn’t aware you were acquainted with my brother though?” She says politely, voicing the question in a much more eloquent manner than Han would’ve.

Mando chuckles and answers her with a smile in his voice. “Cuun ad, Grogu, is one of Luke’s students. He’s the small green one with an affinity for frogs.” He explains and Han raises an eyebrow. Luke had said that Grogu would never grow to be taller than maybe hip height but Mando is of fairly average height for a humanoid species. 5’10 or ’11 maybe.

Leia smiles brightly. “Yes, I do know Grogu. Luke mentioned his father was a Mandalorian. That would be you, then?” She says, relaxing slightly. Talking about children is a safe topic, even when Boba Fett is part of the conversation, and no, Han is not letting that go, he’s a Senator’s trophy husband, he’s mastered the art of polite glaring.

Fett speaks up then, still smirking. “Both of his fathers are Mandalorians. I adopted Grogu when the two of us said the riduurok.” He says, looking directly at Han as his brain freezes in its tracks.

Boba Fett is married? Boba Fett is married to the king of Mandalore? Boba Fett is a father?

None of that computes. Han Solo and Boba Fett are not supposed to have anything in common and Boba Fett is most certainly not supposed to be a regular human being with a spouse and kids and apparently a job, if being a crime lord counts as one. But clearly he is and Han is mad about it. It may be irrational but the bastard froze him in carbonite for three years and he’s gotten away with it. Whenever Han imagined Fett it was as a corpse being digested by a plant monster, not as a successful husband and father. Oh, Han is so mad.

Leia squeezes his hand a little tighter than necessary and Han grits his teeth. No fighting. He can do this. He really doesn’t want to do this. Chandrila’s sun is actually quite hot, he knows Beskar has a high melting point but he reckons it wouldn’t hold up against a star. He could just get in the Falcon, with Fett, and then space him beside the star. Boom, problem solved.

Leia is congratulating Fett and the Mand’alor on their marriage and subsequent child. To be completely honest with himself, Han may or not be considering telling Luke to get Grogu into therapy. Having Boba Fett as a father would definitely fuck a kid up.

He tunes back into the conversation as the Mand’alor answers Leia and immediately wishes he hadn’t. “Yes, children are the most important part of our culture. I adopted Grogu before we got together and I actually only met Boba a little while before Luke began teaching him. Boba always knew Grogu was part of the picture and honestly, the kid loves him. His second vow after the riddurok was a gai bal manda for Grogu.” Mando says, helmet tilted towards Fett. It’s probably the armoured equivalent of a sappy look and Han resists the urge to scowl.

He doesn’t know what a riderock or a gabblemanda is but it’s clearly important to Mandalorians and Fett is smiling broadly at his husband. Ugh.

“Oh, that’s incredibly sweet. How did you two meet?” Leia asks and Han screams internally. “When I first Found Grogu, my tribe took on the Hunter’s Guild so we could escape. I was trying to find more Mandalorians and I came across an areuttise on Tatooine who had Boba’s armour. I helped him take down a krayt dragon that was attacking his village and in exchange, he returned the armour to a mando’ad. Boba tracked me to Tython and said he would help me protect Grogu if I gave him back his armour. We were attacked by Dark Troopers and they took Grogu for Moff Gideon. Boba helped me get Grogu back and once he’d taken over Tatooine, he joined our efforts to reclaim Mandalore.” Mando explains and Leia smiles.

“That sounds romantic. The first time I met Han I threatened him.” Leia says anecdotally and Han shoots her a betrayed look. Fett is so going to use that against him somehow, Han just knows it. Instead, Fett just shakes his head and explains further. “Both of us are sol’karta, ‘aromantic’ in Basic. The Mand’alor’s council were concerned about finding a Rid’alor and I was suggested. I accepted, as the Mand’alor is one of my closest friends. I love him dearly but we’re not in love with each other. We’re best friends raising an adorably mischievous ad’ika.” He says and the Mand’alor nods.

Huh. Han can’t say he’s ever heard of an arranged marriage where both parties are friends from the start. He’s sure that some spouses end up as friends but politically arranged marriages in the Core tend to be loveless affairs. He almost finds himself congratulating them on finding a good balance but then he remembers he would be congratulating Fett. Nope, he’s not doing that.

“Oh really? Luke did mention that Grogu has a habit of disappearing on him.” Leia says and Fett laughs. “Yeah, his Force osik enables him a lot. I never realised how much of parenting was going to be coaxing a grumpy toddler off of a ceiling.” He jokes and ugh, Han can relate to that and he’s mad about it. Leia says something in response but Han is too busy glaring at Fett to hear her. The bastard is still smirking, plus he’s not even paying attention to Han, like Han is beneath his notice.

“I know you two have a son, right? If you’re ever on Manda’yaim for diplomacy, perhaps they can hang out together. I know when I was a child, I hated being in boring meetings and Grogu would definitely appreciate a friend.” Fett suggests and Han nearly explodes. Boba Fett’s hellspawn child is not going to corrupt Ben!

“Oh, Ben and Grogu met earlier today actually! Luke is on-planet at the moment and he brought Grogu with him when he heard that your people would be here.” Leia says and Mando’s helmet tilts. It probably means something in Mando Armour Language but Han has no clue what. “Is Luke still on Chandrila?” He asks, seeming curious. “Grogu is due to come home to Manda’yaim next week but if Luke is here, then I might ask if we can bring him home now to save Luke the trip.”

Leia smiles and tells Mando where to find Luke. Mando says his goodbyes and leaves, but Fett stays. They seem to have some form of communicating that Han can’t understand because Fett doesn’t seem confused at all by his husband’s departure without him.

Fett rocks back on his heels before levelling Han with a smug grin. “If you ever feel like going into Fett Space, drop by my palace on Tatooine. I love getting visits from old friends.” He says before bowing to Leia and leaving to follow Mando before Han can splutter a rebuttal. Fett Space! Is he serious?

Apparently he is, as the New Republic receives a missive a few days later, announcing Mandalore’s official recognition of the former Hutt territories as under Boba Fett, their Consort’s, unequivocal rule. It means that if the Republic ever aggravates Mandalore, they would essentially be going to war with the majority of the Outer Rim between Fett’s planets, Mandalore’s vassal planets and the seemingly endless planets that have allied themselves with Mandalore instead of the Republic.

Han isn’t too concerned about the political ramifications, seeing as that’s Leia’s remit and he’s mostly retired, but fuck, he’s mad that he can’t even think about dropkicking Fett into a star without inciting a galaxy-wide conflict. And the bastard knows it. Every time he comes to Republic events as either the Mand’alor’s spouse or as the leader of Fett Space, he acts like the perfect model of decorum so Han can’t even argue that he was provoked.

Han is forty-three, he shouldn’t be having aneurysms but every time he sees Fett his brain stops getting the message. The worst part is that Leia has become friends with the Mandalorian king and Ben is fond of the green child, so Han is forced to interact with Fett on a far too regular basis. Forget Fett, Han is considering launching himself into a star.

Sadly, Leia won’t let him. So Han has to put up with Fett for just a while longer. Speaking of, how old is Fett? Can Han get away with measuring coffins yet? Please say the bastard is at least ninety, he was around during the Clone Wars, there can’t be much left in him. Please, Han is going to lose his mind if he has to play nice with Boba Fett again. And again. And again.

(systems away, Boba’s ears go hot and he knows that Solo is plotting his death once more. Grogu coos and Boba looks down to see the womprat chewing on his pendant again. He chuckles and grabs something softer for Grogu to gnaw at. He has more important things to think about than Solo.)

[razieltwelve]

I noticed that very few of your characters curse and when they do, it's either in calm&collected anger or in a sexy way. The gap between this and Erik IV cursing in official messages out of annoyance is hilarious.

You can't be a majestic rule all the time, and Erik IV was done with his plans getting interrupted all the time. Moreover, he was even more annoyed since the respective leaders of the Alliance and Federation basically said "they're closer to you, so they're your problem" and left him to deal with it.

All of that aside, Erik IV is fondly remember by historians for doing so much to increase the number of habitable worlds in the Empire. His final count of terraformed worlds at the time of his death was in excess of 10,000. That's a tremendous number, and he oversaw a raft of improvements and innovations that have been followed ever since, which allow for the far quicker terraforming of worlds on a much larger scale.

Terraforming was once under the auspices of the Department of Logistics. Under Erik IV, a new department was created. The Department of Settlement was specifically tasked with the acquisition or creation of more habitats suitable for settlement. However, members of the department have always referred to themselves by a different name.

Erik's Brilliant Bastard Brigade.

The name comes from one of his motivational speeches in which he said the following of the people working for him:

"Fuck the Department of Logistics. I don't need their help because I've got a brigade of the most most brilliant bastards who've ever lived working for me!"

The official letterhead of the Department of Settlement still uses that title during the reign of Averia VII. They are, to date, the only department that uses profanity on any of their official documents.

During Final Effect, the Department of Settlement is run by arguably the most badass cat in the galaxy. Fluffy (named after the legendary curmudgeon of a cat) is an uplifted cat who grew up on the streets after his family was killed in a Grimm attack and he fell through the cracks in the chaos that followed.

Rather than quit on life, Fluffy told life to get fucked and somehow clawed his way to survival before clawing his way to a scholarship at a local university. Despite still living on the street and having to scrounge around for scraps to get by and kill vermin to earn a living, Fluffy graduated with honours and was accepted at the University of Awesomeness on Lumina Prime.

Not content with kicking ass and taking names in his own star system, he proceeded to kick ass and take names on Lumina Prime becoming the first uplifted cat to ever rank in the top five of his degree. He subsequently undertook the Masters program before eventually acquiring a PhD after stepping over the mangled academic bodies of his fellow students.

Fluffy would get a job in the Department of Settlement where his take-no-prisoners, never-say-die, tell-the-world-to-get-fucked approach made him extremely popular and successful. He would eventually take over after his predecessor stepped down after decades of good service to fulfil a life long dream by become an award-winning potato farmer on a planet the department had terraformed.

As a head of a major department, Fluffy is authorised to sit on the Imperial Council that advises Averia VII. He's been extremely busy with the events in Final Effect since they're getting lots of new territory.

As an aside, his best friend on Averia VII's council is the Minister of Finance. Although the Minister of Finance is an elderly gent who was raised on one of the most well-to-do worlds as the scion of an exceptionally wealthy family, he was one of the first to vocally support Fluffy’s ascension to Minister of Settlement where many others were sceptical.

In his words:

"Our colleagues at the Department of Settlement have never been ones to tolerate mediocrity or nepotism. If Fluffy is considered qualified to be their leader, then I shall defer to their history of good judgement. Moreover, in the time that I have known him, Fluffy has proven to be exceptionally talented and hard working. I do not see a ruffian or a cat, as others have claimed. Instead, I see a loyal and upstanding citizen of the Empire who wishes only to serve it to the very best of his ability. I would be glad to have such an individual on my staff. A great citizen should be judged by their actions and not by their proclivity toward profanity. Fluffy's actions have made it clear that he is, indeed, a great citizen of the Empire and a tireless servant of the public, as all ministers should be."

Fluffy famously replied:

"You're pretty fucking awesome, old man. Let's go grab some booze."

Yeah. As you can imagine, those council meetings can get pretty interesting.

[shadow--writer]

I Light up Like a Sparkler, Feel it Getting Warmer

title (this is one of my fav bands lol. they released the end of their newest album and it was all I could listen to for a week asdf)

Maeve x Lucas. Let’s try this one again (again). 3.9k

TW: none!

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The Raven was boisterous when they entered, both making her gut sink and heart flutter a little. 

While she loved how loud it was, with people laughing so hard they bent over themselves. 

It meant more…

“Songbird!”

...of Eli. He was a regular patient at her clinic. And a total dumbass. A loving one, sure, but a dumbass.

“Ya gonna play for us tonight, hermosa dama?”

She rubbed her temples, cracking an eye open to look at him. She wasn’t very fluent in the language he spoke, but she’d heard it enough to guess what he was saying. 

“I need a few drinks before we go that far,” she replied, keeping her voice flat.

Eli laughed, raising his tankered at her. 

Lucas chuckled, kissing her cheek. “Well you’re popular.”

“Mmm. My dream.” 

She cracked an eye open to look around. Some of the people sitting by Eli paled they looked over at her. 

No...they weren’t looking at her. It was Lucas.

It was strange seeing it, like they had seen a ghost. Or something from the past. It wasn’t normal to pale like this. Sure Lucas was…well Lucas. She wouldn’t lie and say he was a small man.

Lucas shifted nervously, looking down at the ground. At their feet. Her legs. Anywhere but at the Raven falling quieter.

She frowned, turning away from the group. 

She’d ask him about it later. 

“We’ll just…get a place at the counter and wait for Amani, okay?” she said softly, shifting away to move to the counter.

She hated killing the mood by thinking, but something was just off. Or something was happening and he wasn’t telling her. Or it was both.

She chewed the inside of her cheek, rolling her eyes. He didn’t have to tell her anything he wasn’t comfortable with. Just as she kept things from him. 

But why did this feel bigger than whatever secrets she might’ve had?

She winced, thinking back on Nicolas as she sat on a stool. The fact she was thinking his name again was a good sign. 

After years of not. Was she healing?

…the nightmare she had pleaded the case of no. 

She let out a sigh, tangling her hands in her hair. Barth chuckled as he cleaned a glass, almost reading her mind. “We got a new shipment of gin.”

She peaked through her fingers. “I’m listening.”

Lucas sat next to her, hunching over a little as he pressed his shoulder against hers.

She reached over to pat his knee.

“And the usual for you?” Barth asked, throwing the rag over his shoulder and settling the glass down. 

She smiled a little, banishing all thoughts of Nicolas. Ugh she was never going to get over his name. Saying it, thinking it, it was all the same.

“Oh no. Mo stór will have a glass of water.” Oops she said that a little…loudly.

Lucas groaned, burying his face in his hands, the tips of his ears going red. 

There was a snort and a wheeze and Lucas looked like he wanted to melt further.

Ah. So it seemed Amani arrived.

She slowly gathered her wits up, mulling over what the fuck to say to her as Barth slid her a gin. And a water. 

“Thanks my love,” she said to him with a smile that was more of a grimace. Yeah. She was fucked. Nothing was quite like the wrath of Amani. She just hoped a peace offering would at least help a little. 

“Water huh?” Amani asked, walking over and throwing an arm around his shoulders, rubbing her knuckles into his hair. “Surprised you even knew it existed!”

Maeve hid her smile in her glass. Okay. Less fucked. “He lost a wager. No alcohol for a week.”

Amani perked up, plopping herself in Maeve’s lap. She let out a startled choke, giggling. 

“Ooh is that gin? Don’t mind if I do.” Amani plucked the glass from her hands, taking a swing. “Mm! That new, Barth?”

He nodded, chuckling to himself. 

Oh they were causing a scene.

Maeve smiled, resting one hand on Amani’s hip and the other on her knee. 

She liked it.

“Mmm this is really good!” Amani said, lighting up. She offered the glass to Lucas, her smile growing mischievous. “You should try it- oh wait!”

He pouted and Maeve pursed her lips to keep from laughing harder. 

“So. What’s this wager that my loving dumbass lost?”

“Amani,” he whined.

“Well,” Maeve said, smiling and letting out a breath. “He took me out on a date.”

“Oh fuck! Really?!” 

“Why are you surprised,” Lucas asked, pressing his cheek against the counter, sulking at the water.

“Well didn’t she fuckin dump ya? And your ass was pissed!”

“Mmm. Yeah. And you still owe me a lot of repairs.”

“Psh repairs reshamers.”

“…my broken stools would like to say otherwise.”

“Eh, what's a little property damage between friends!”

She liked that Amani considered them friends in that one sentence. But yeah she didn’t deserve it.

“I um…don’t think I’m worthy of being called a friend,” she murmured, her arms going slack. She fucked up pretty badly. Maybe not for the long term.

But she did hurt him.

Amani looked over her shoulder with a withering glare. “You’d better shut your bitchass mouth before I do.”

“Amani please don’t kiss my partner.”

“Hey wasn’t talkin bout kissin but she does have a nice mouth when she doesn’t run it on bullshit.”

Lucas’ lips quirked up in a tiny smile.

She wilted.

Oh no they were ganging up on her.

“It is a nice mouth.”

“And here I thought we were teasing you,” she replied, her tone miffed. She took her glass back from Amani and looked away from them as she bitterly took a swing. 

He chuckled, and she knew he saw the tips of her ears burning red.

“But eh, fuck it. Ya seem to draw this ass outta his shell a little more and make him happy and all that. Just don’t dump him without a good reason and we’re good.”

“But I-”

Amani pressed a finger to her lips with a grin. “Please, inviting me out here was a peace offering. I can see right through ya.”

“…well, yeah.”

“‘Preciate it. But I’m just glad I talked sense into ya. Also Lucas shared a smidgen of the blame. Sure, dumping him was harsh.” Amani’s eyes shone with understanding, she wasn’t going to mention why Maeve did it.

And she appreciated it, relaxing a little. 

“But hey. Guy’s gotta go through the stages of pining and hurt at lighting speed somehow.”

“…comforting.”

“Now tell me about this date ya went on.”

“He lost a wager we made. And got me bit by an eel.”

His head shot up. “I did not! You fell in all on your own!”

“Yeah! After you startled me!”

“It was an accident!”

Amani snorted. “Isn’t this the second person you’ve gotten bit?”

“I know right! The eels must flock to him thinking he’ll lay out their next meal!”

Lucas turned away from them, messing with his glass as they giggled.

“So. Wager?”

“We did a bit of sparring.”

“…always a good choice on a first date.”

“He called me shortie, and if he wouldn’t defend my honour I had to.”

“I said it because it’s true,” he mumbled.

“Well compared to you I might be, but I still kicked your ass so don’t you forget it.”

“You won’t let me.”

“Oh right, no alcoholic drinks for a week. What’s my poor darling supposed to do? Drink literally anything else? The horror.”

“So you banned him from drinking?”

“Oh great,” Lucas moaned.

Amani chuckled, throwing her head back and nearly making them topple off of the stool they shared. “Oh you are evil! I like it!”

She took a swing of her gin, finishing it off as Amani ordered her own drink. 

“He made his bed now he must lie in it.”

“You sparred for this?”

“Mmhmm.”

Amani squinted, looking at her. She tilted her head, the gold paint around her eyes shimmering a little. Maeve looked over at Lucas for help, and he was, of course, none. 

“W-What?”

“You...sparred with him?”

“Is it that hard to believe?”

“And won?”

She smiled a little, giggling. “What, like it’s hard?”

Lucas looked over at them and smiled at her. “It was awesome.”

“What’d she do?”

“She kicked my nose.”

“And your ass. Literally.”

He snorted, taking her hand off Amani’s knee and holding it gently. “Flipping me over your shoulder is nothing to sniff at.”

“Holy shit she flipped ya? That is fuckin awesome!” Amani said, looking back at Maeve. “You’ve gotta show me how to do that.”

“Now?”

“...good point.”

“Destroy my bar and that’s even more on your tab,” Barth added, making Amani laugh.

“You know I wouldn’t.” He raised an eyebrow and she wilted a little. “...wouldn’t much.”

Maeve snorted, squeezing Lucas’ hand. “I’ll teach you later,” she told the woman who was still on her lap. Barth slid an amber liquid over to them and another gin. 

“Then what did you do?”

“Well everyone has pressure points tucked in our biceps. Press them hard enough and your arms will go numb. Hurts like a bitch but it’s good at taking down someone who is…” she smiled a little, looking at Lucas. “Bigger.”

Amani snorted. “With you two? That’s an understatement.”

Maeve giggled and Lucas blushed a little. “He wounded my pride so I had to stand up for myself.” She tweaked his nose. “And got his ass banned from alcohol. Tired of water?”

His eyes turned pleading. Reminded her of a puppy. “Yeah.”

She leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose. “They might have cider. I could order you some.”

His face fell and he made a face at her. “I’m not a kid. I can order my own cider.”

She sipped on her gin, hiding her smile in her glass. “Ah, of course. I hear the cider is very good though.”

“Better than water.”

She gasped in mock offense, holding a hand to her chest. “Slander water and I will throw you over the counter.”

He snorted, fighting back his smile. “Yes because you would risk that.”

She fluttered her lashes. “I can claim I was just simply...drunk and you said a comment that landed poorly. I must defend my honour after all, and I have quite the reputation.” Two gins in? Hardly enough to get her buzzed. 

She was quite proud of her alcohol tolerance. She could best even the largest of people in a game. It made betting fun. 

“Reputation? For what?”

She winked, letting out a tiny hum. “While I might be a lady I can cause a nuisance if I so pleased.”

“Oh? And how do you do that?” Amani chimed in, tease alight in her tone. 

“I’m not known as ‘Songbird’ for nothing, my sweet lady.”

Lucas snorted. “Lady.” Amani glared at him and stuck out her tongue. Maeve giggled, pressing her lips together to stifle the sound. 

“She does put on a good show if it pleases her,” Barth said with a smile. “She’s almost as bad as Julian.”

Maeve blew a raspberry. “Oh please I only sing.”

“Either way it draws people in,” he said with a shrug. “Plus you look like you have fun.”

Her cheeks reddened. She did have fun when she sang on top of the tables. It was energetic and she liked being the life of the party for once. 

But she hadn’t done anything...like that in front of Lucas. He might not like her doing it, or he’d see her much differently after the fact. She might’ve been vulgar and open (most of the time) but this was almost embarrassing. 

Nicolas didn’t like it because she made a fool of him when she did it. 

She bit her lip. Damn why did she keep thinking of him? He wasn’t here anymore. If she could go back to ignoring all that happened she could get on with her life. 

She nervously looked over at Lucas. He looked interested. 

“Do you play any instruments?” Amani asked. 

“I um...no.” She wouldn’t meet Amani’s eyes. “I...don’t have any to play if I wanted to.” She did have a fiddle of her own. Well, she used to have a fiddle. It had been a gift from her Seanathair, but she…

Her face fell. 

She left it with Nicolas. 

“And no one would want to hear me play! Besides, I don’t have a fiddle to play!”

“You can borrow mine, hermosa dama!” Eli offered from where he sat, waving his bow around.

Amani cocked an eyebrow with a smirk.

She wilted. 

Fuck.

“It’s just one little song, wouldn’t it be fun?” Amani said sweetly, batting her eyes. “Playing music again after so long!”

“...you’re good at this.”

“I’m an expert guilt tripper, that's true.”

“But I don’t think…” she looked at Lucas again and bit her lower lip. He wasn’t Nicolas but he might not like it either. She didn’t know, and after her major fuck up? One she still agreed with but regretted? Yeah. She didn’t want to risk it. Him liking her was already a miracle in itself. She was a disaster in heels. “No one wants to see me play. I sing, I dance, and I arm wrestle over confident people.”

“That I’d like to see. But.” Amani hopped out of her lap, dragging her to her feet. “I wanna see Miss-Prissy-Lady-Pants get rowdy.”

Nerves fluttered in her gut as Amani tugged her over to Eli. Lucas had sat up, intrigued. 

Amani caught her gaze and laughed softly, handing her the borrowed fiddle. “He loves this stuff, don’t worry. He may have the musical talent of a rock, but he likes music. Besides, he likes you.”

She held the fiddle gently, staring at the polished wood. “But I’m out of practice!”

“Let’s see what you remember!”

She sighed, holding it up to her neck and testing a note with the bow. It was tuned and the note came out clean. 

She really wasn’t getting out of this. 

“Besides,” Amani whispered. “Who doesn’t like to get rowdy once in a while?” She shoved Maeve forward, making her stumble over herself. Her heels clicked on the floor and the Raven quieted. 

Fan-fucking-tastic.

She shot a glare at Amani, who had settled back onto the stool with her rum in hand.

Lucas mouthed ‘you got this’ with a dorky smile and she sighed again. 

Ugh peer pressure. 

She stood on a chair and stepped onto the table Eli sat at. He was grinning wildly. Breathing in once, she closed her eyes. She knew this tune. It had been burned into her memory from playing it so many times. 

It was different each time. 

Allowing herself to smile, she tapped her foot and played the first note.

The jig was quick, picking up from the first little note as she skipped around the table. Around the glasses and people laughing at her antics. Normally she would sing, picking up her skirts and allowing her voice to raise to the roof and lifting her higher. 

Now she was playing a familiar tune on an unfamiliar instrument. 

Her heels clicked as she spun, giggling a little to herself as she opened her eyes. 

People clapped, keeping the beat and keeping her on track. As she turned, she met Lucas’ eyes. 

He was grinning at her, clapping and cheering a little. His cheeks were rosy and he looked so...perfectly happy. 

She winked at him, bending down as the tune’s pace quickened. She flubbed a few notes, ignoring them. No one seemed to notice. 

No one knew the jig like she did. 

She grinned up at the ceiling, feeling lighter than air as she played the last note. It rang through the Raven for a heartbeat before Eli started wildly (and frankly, drunkenly) laughing. 

She laughed with him, bending over herself and shaking as she laughed. She was shaking and nervous. Sweaty but laughing so hard she was snorting. 

Lucas got to his feet, moving closer to her while holding out his hand, getting to her feet and tucking the fiddle under her arm, she kissed him softly. He was grinning like a loon as he helped her hop down from the table. She landed with a click, handing the fiddle back to Eli. 

Walking back to Amani, her legs shook. She collapsed on Lucas’ stool, him muttering about how he had to move down one. 

She buried her face in her arms, trying to stifle her nervous laughter. Lucas set a hand on her lower back, gently patting her back. 

“See! That wasn’t so bad!”

“I h-h-hate you,” she stuttered through her giggles. “N-N-Never gonna d-do that a-again.”

She could see Lucas’ brows creasing in worry. She never really stuttered. Last time she stuttered it was after…

She stopped giggling. That dream. 

She looked at Amani. “Happy now?”

Amani only smiled back. “Well, kind of. Now that I know you can play~”

“Yeah. Play with what?”

Her smile grew wicked. “I know a couple places to get something for you.”

“Let me guess...you’re going to steal it? Oh! Borrow without returning?”

Amani gasped, holding the back of her hand to her forehead. “You wound me! I would never steal anything! Stealing is a crime and I am a simple law abiding citizen!”

Lucas snorted, shoulders shaking as he laughed. “Name one law.”

“...don’t kill people?”

Maeve snorted. “You set the bar a bit low there, darling.”

“...that I did.”

“Ooh I see we’re at pet names now,” Amani teased. 

“We’ve always been at pet names,” she replied. 

“The question is if they’re nice or not,” Lucas said, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer. The stool rocked and she let out a tiny squeak. He ruffled her hair, kissing the top of her head. 

“T-They’re always nice!” she said, trying to push his face away. He only nuzzled her fingers, making her chide him softly. “You’ve just never gotten your head outta your ass long enough to understand that. They could be sickening sweet for all you know.” And they were. It’s why she liked them.

“Ugh you two are sickening sweet,” Amani groaned, making a face. 

“You know Firefly, I think Amani is jealous,” Lucas said, Maeve squishing his cheeks to make his lips pucker a little. 

She giggled. “Oh? A nickname for me? You really think of me as a bug?”

He glared at her, it was hard to take him seriously when he looked like a fish. She kissed him lightly, still smiling. “It’s because you glow,” he whined. “And even if you were a bug you’d be a cute bug.”

She snorted. “Wow you really know how to woo a girl.”

“Well you’re lucky he’s going with ‘firefly’ instead of ‘hairy spider’,” Amani said, making Lucas snort. 

She giggled, smoothing out the creases around his eyes. 

“Would you rather I call you my lightning bug?”

“Annnd you’re back to being disgustingly sweet.”

They ignored Amani’s whining with soft laughter. 

“Well, it’s not so bad,” she finally admitted. “It’ll grow on me.”

“At least you know what it means.”

She giggled, smiling a little smugly. “If you learn my language you’d understand it!” she sang

“Or you could just tell me,” he sang back. 

Err well, tried to.

She burst out laughing, letting go of his face and wrapping her arms around his neck as she laughed. “You’re terrible.”

He kissed her cheek. “I could say the same about you, Songbird.”

“You’re never going to let me live that down.”

“You were lovely when you played. Why don’t you do it more often?”

“I can’t afford to. I’d play all the instruments I grew up with if I could…afford to have them.” Nicolas probably destroyed her fiddle anyways. 

She missed playing. 

“I did offer to steal some!”

She turned to look at Amani. “Ah! So you admit to it!”

Amani stuck her tongue out and they giggled.

Her lips twisted and she smiled. “Let me think about it.”

Amani winked. “Take all the time you need, it’ll be fun!”

Lucas sighed, resting his chin on Maeve’s shoulder. “Just don’t get caught.”

“Me? Get caught? That hurts even more than you thinking I was a criminal!”

Maeve stage whispered to her. “If it makes you feel any better I’m a wanted criminal.”

Amani gasped. “Miss Prissy Pants? No way!”

She giggled, pressing her hands to her mouth as she nodded. Maybe Malory having the guards chase her every time she went to the market was good for one or two things. 

“Ya gotta tell me this story.”

“Well part of it has something to do with Lucas thinking I hated him with a nickname for a specific story.”

His eyes lit up. “You were a spitfire!”

“And I’ll be one again if you push me,” she said with a smile, but her tone was dead serious. “You haven’t pissed me off just yet.”

“Yet?!”

She kissed his temple, smiling and launching into her story.

~~

The Raven slowly quieted as the candles burned low, Amani yawning through her tale about stealing from some demon. Again. 

While it was entertaining, Amani was dead on her feet. And quite frankly, maybe even a little drunk. 

“You should get her home,” she said softly, leaning against Lucas’ shoulder. 

“She lives in the Flooded District.”

“Mmm that is a bit far. Can you take her to your home?”

“Yeah. She’s going to have quite the headache when she wakes up.”

Maeve chuckled. “Nothing a good cup of coffee won’t fix. Want me to help carry her?”

“You also have to get home. You live a ways away from me. In the opposite direction.”

She hummed. That was true. “We’ll just walk until we need to split up then?”

“Yeah. I can’t visit you tomorrow since I have to pick up another shift.”

She smiled, getting to her feet. “I don’t mind a day without you. Make it up to me later?”

He chuckled, kissing her forehead and getting to his feet. “Or I could visit you,” she said with a smile. “Won’t make lunch but I might bring a present.”

He smiled, gently waking Amani and lifting her up on his back. She grumbled incoherently and fell back asleep. 

“You don’t have to.”

“Ah! But I must.”

He sighed but his smile didn’t falter. It fell into a comfortable silence as they walked down the street. It was dark and kind of gloomy, but she had a happy buzz making her body warm.

They soon came to where they needed to part ways. She jumped a little to kiss his cheek.

“Goodnight,” she whispered, tapping his nose once before moving to walk away.

“Thumbelina, wait.”

She turned and was quickly swept into a kiss. He couldn’t do much with Amani on his back, and she let out a tiny ‘mmph!’. It was a different kind of kiss. Sweetness replaced with desperation. It was needy and all encompassing, leaving her skin burning hot. 

He wouldn’t meet her eyes when he pulled away, cheeks red with embarrassment. 

She stood shocked for a moment, touching her lower lip. She started to giggle, biting her lower lip. His eyes quickly snapped up to meet hers as she laughed. 

“S-Sorry it’s just.” She pursed her lips with a smile, standing on her tiptoes and tangling her hands in his hair. “I um. Didn’t expect that.” She kissed the tip of his nose. “You kiss goodbye like it’s going to be your last.”

His ears were red as she rubbed her nose against his, still giggling. “Goodnight Giant. Get home safe.”

“Y-You too.”

[justanotherlifeff]

Levi Ackerman × reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/comfort, Fluff, matured themes, slowburn

Warning: There's mentions and descriptions of underage rape and suicidal themes and self harm and other triggering stuff. MENTIONS OF SMUT

[Author's note: I forgot to mention that I assumed that the army burial grounds were in Capital Mitras, given that its the safest place within the Walls. The burial grounds doesn't necessarily have bodies underneath the headstones as many survey corps soldiers don't have their bodies recovered after expeditions. There's a different section in the burial grounds for soldiers whose bodies weren't recovered. The headstones there are cluttered together.]

No one's POV

(Y/N) was sitting with Levi in a carriage. Levi held her close to him, with one of his arm around her. He was genuinely worried about her as he witnessed her going through one of the toughest situation a person can possibly go through. Levi knew that because he went through something similar when Kenny left him. (Y/N) told him all about how things went with Pixis on their ride to the military burial grounds. (Y/N) rarely cried and watching her cry made his heart wrench. He wanted to see her happy for every second of her life. Sure, she was trying her best to accept the situation as it is but he knew that she was torn inside. It was just a matter of time before she vented it out. They were on their way to the scout regiment branch. Hanji and the others were already there and they were running late. Levi and (Y/N) had to report to Erwin just as they reached and Levi had a bad feeling that Erwin must've known everything about (Y/N).

After reaching, the first thing they did was going to Erwin's office. Hanji was in there when they entered. She just reported about the mission. As she was leaving, she gave (Y/N) a sympathetic smile before getting out of the room. (Y/N) and Levi reported everything related to the mission before (Y/N) started, "and, I found my biological mother." looking straight at Erwin's eyes. Erwin shifted in his seat. He didn't expect to hear this. "I see. Did you talk to her?" he asked softly. "Yes. Did you know about Commander Pixis, Uncle Erwin? That he's my biological father?" (Y/N) asked, with a cold stare at Erwin. Erwin sighed at that and said, "Yes I knew. He mentioned it when he asked me to train you."

"Ah. And why didn't you ever say it to me?" (Y/N) asked in a cold voice. "(Y/N), you had a good family. If I told you about it, you would've wanted to go to Commander Pixis and of course, you would've been disappointed. I rescued you from that place, (Y/N). I didn't want to see you get hurt anymore." Erwin said as he got up from his seat and walked towards (Y/N). (Y/N) sighed at the reply. He wasn't wrong. She was glad that he didn't tell her about it when she was younger. She probably wouldn't be able to accept the situation. "Uncle Erwin, I had to ask something from you." (Y/N) looked away from Erwin and said in a soft voice. "What is it?" Erwin asked. "I want you to walk me down the aisle." (Y/N) told Erwin, still looking away.

"I.. I'd be honoured to do that, (Y/N)" Erwin answered, surprised by the sudden request. He saw (Y/N) almost like a daughter and he knew that he was a father figure to (Y/N). It was natural that she would ask him to do this at some point but it still surprised him, given that he hid the fact that Pixis was (Y/N)'s real father and that (Y/N) just recently found out. "Uncle Erwin?" (Y/N) called out, throwing Erwin out of his thoughts. "Yes?" he asked. "Thank you" (Y/N) told him with a smile, before walking out of the door.

"That was unexpected" Levi told Erwin casually. He was watching the whole thing silently. "Yes. Indeed" Erwin answered, still quiet shaken. "Well, I'll take my leave now" Levi told him before leaving the room and following (Y/N).

Levi POV

(Y/N) was waiting for me outside Erwin's room. I certainly didn't expect (Y/N) to forgive Erwin so easily. I wanted to kill him because Mike Zacharias threw my face in a puddle and he supported it. Sure, I grew up, I stopped taking small things like that seriously, but, (Y/N) is much younger than I am and such maturity is hard to come by. I motioned her to follow me back to my room and she did what I asked.

When we reached my room, the first thing (Y/N) did after getting her shoes off was, she sat on my bed. "(Y/N), you're filthy now. At least change those clothes before sitting anywhere..." I tried to tell her but was interrupted by the look on her face. She was crying. Not like the few drops of tears in the burial grounds, she had water streaming from her face and she was sobbing quietly. I walked towards (Y/N) and hugged her. Her sobbing increased as she kept saying "Why me?" and "What did I do wrong?".

I patted her head awkwardly and told her, "You're not the one who's wrong. What's wrong, is this world.". I didn't know how to comfort her better than this. She continued to sob. "(Y/N), we'll be better parents than them. Our child will never have to face something like this. I promise, (Y/N), I'll make sure our child gets to grow up in a world without Titans or bad people." I found myself telling her. She looked at me, teary eyed. "You think we'll be good parents?" she asked me. "I don't know (Y/N). All I know is that we will try our best." I answered. She hugged me as I answered. Her sobbing stopped. Her mouth was still carved into a frown and her eyes still watery. "Let's take a bath, okay? You'll feel better when we are clean" I told her. Being clean of course made everything better.

She smiled at me and said, "How are you planning to tolerate our child? Apparantly children are supposed to be dirty". "I'll train them how to clean themselves and how to clean the house" I grunted. That somehow made (Y/N) laugh. "They are children, Levi. Not dogs." she said. "What's the difference? Both are nagging small things." I answered. At least, that's how I remembered my childhood, Kenny training me around. I think I turned out pretty well.

"I guess I'll have to give you the parenting book in Uncle Erwin's collection." (Y/N) sighed as she got up from the bed. "Huh? Why does Erwin have a parenting book?" I questioned, curious about the whole deal. "Well, he used parenting tricks on me to trick me to listen to him when we trained. Unfortunately, I came across the book and read it and tried to use a few tricks on him too. He caught on with that soon obviously." (Y/N) answered, sounding nostalgic. "Ah, I see. I'd read it then. Go take a bath now. You're getting my room filthy" I told (Y/N) as she ran to the bathroom.

2 months later

No One's POV

(Y/N) was helping Historia manage the kids in the orphanage. She had been learning a few tricks into making kids like her. Historia made her own orphanage using all the property seized from the lords. Many board meetings were held to discuss the backlash from other aristocrats but in the end, Historia ended up getting more public support than ever. Levi backed the whole thing up as the captain of the survey corps since he was from the underground, and so did Erwin, given that he had a niece who was born in the underground. (Y/N) made more name for herself as she personally carried out an operation to rescue as much children as possible from the underground along with her squad.

The media caused quiet a backlash though, now that the news of her engagement with Levi, her sudden promotion and the fact that she was unmarried and pregnant went widespread in the walls. Her past was brought up, headlines were made about the murder she committed back when she was a child.

As an answer to all these, (Y/N) finally decided to talk about her past to the media. She told them all she remembered about her life in the underground, how she was molested by Jacob and how the murder was just self defence. She of course, never mentioned Pixis since she didn't consider him as her father.

Questions that were raised about her character were hushed down when she told the media, "My promotion doesn't have anything to do with my relationship with Levi heichou. I have my own walls between my personal life and my career. If any of you made the effort to read the newspaper from when wall Rose was breached, you could see that I was branded as humanity's strongest woman. If any of you still have any faith in that, then you would know that my promotion was justified. And about my pregnancy, the problem with everyone was that the fact that I had a physical relationship before marriage, right? Well, I've had that when I was 5. I was brought up in the upper class whorehouses and I am pretty sure many of the nobles in wall Sina did unspeakable things to me. If any of you try to talk about what's right and wrong, you should go find them instead of pointing fingers at me."

The survey corps moved back to Trost, given that the next expedition will take place from there. Levi had already got the ownership of the house he paid for and he also ordered furniture for the house, which would be ready by the time the operation to take back Wall Maria was over. While Levi was busy with a pile of paperwork, (Y/N) visited the orphanage with the supply wagons from Trost along with Levi squad. She often learned new things about children here, and it seemed like the children, particularly the ones from the underground were very fond of her. A while later, Historia went off to talk to Eren and the others, who were lazing off near the fence, leaving (Y/N) with two of the children that she was playing with.

One thing the children did when they saw (Y/N) was that they asked her to tell them stories about fighting titans. When the two kids ran towards her as Historia left, she wasn't surprised. "(Y/N)-san! Tell us a story!" one of them said in an excited voice. (Y/N) smiled slightly, "Which one do you want to hear about? The one where I killed over thirty titans?" she asked, knowing that this was the most popular story so far. "No. We want to know how things were with you in the underground" the shy looking boy in the duo meekly told her. "Ah. I see." (Y/N) sighed. They never asked her about her life in the underground but given that they were from down there too, it was natural. "You look sad, (Y/N)-san... You don't have to tell us..." they tried to back away, seeing (Y/N)'s gloomy face.

"It's not that. I just... Hey, did you two know that there was a huge gap in the underground? You could see sunlight there." (Y/N) said, trying to lighten the environment, which turned out to be successful. "There really was a place like that?" one of the boys asked with a curious place. "Yes. I used to run away from the place I lived in to go see the sunlight there. I was always caught though." (Y/N) answered. "(Y/N)-san, how did you feel after coming up here?" the shy boy asked. "Well, I was so happy that it all felt like a dream. Turns out it wasn't a dream" (Y/N) answered with a smile as she ruffled both the kids hair.

"Well, I should be going now. Be good kids okay?" (Y/N) told them with a smile as they nodded to (Y/N) with smiling faces. (Y/N) walked towards Levi squad, who were done taking the supplies in the orphanage, and told them, "It's time to head back. I'll have to get paperwork for the shipment done and I don't have any intention to stay up the night.".

Sure, (Y/N) was on pregnancy leave but that didn't mean she wouldn't do office work. She even managed to train her squad once a week. She mostly advised them how to fight though since moving around too much made her feel nauseous. With a lot of arguments, (Y/N) was able to convince Erwin to let her attend the night time expeditions to create a pathway to Shiganshina for the first month but after that, as (Y/N)'s morning sickness only got worse, she had to take a pregnancy leave after being forced into it by Erwin and Levi.

(Y/N) was back in the Survey Corps HQ by evening. She entered the room to find a very stressed out Levi, who was sitting at his table, surrounded by piles of paperwork. (Y/N) had some delivered to her by someone in her squad. "How did the meeting go?" (Y/N) asked him. Levi attended an important meeting while (Y/N) was helping out Historia with supplies. The meeting was supposed to be about ensuring the date of the operation to reclaim wall Maria. After all, the survey corps were as prepared as they can be.

Hanji made amazing discoveries. Hanji, single handedly, along with Eren's powers, made the executioner from hell, a guillotine for Titans. She also had plans to make a weapon against the armoured titan, one she said, will be completed in a matter of weeks. "Erwin entrusted me with the titan serum." Levi told in his monotonous voice. "Oh..." (Y/N) replied softly. She knew what that meant. However, trusting Levi with such a big responsibility was scary for her. That man suffered enough and this would only increase it if he had to make a tough decision. After all, the decision of who gets to live and who gets to die is one that no person should ever have to make.

Both of their paperwork were done in about two hours. (Y/N), like always, went and sat on Levi's lap, kissing him as he kissed back. Their daily routine consisted of sex after paperwork. "Are we really going to have normal old sex again?" (Y/N) sighed as Levi turned his attention to (Y/N)'s neck. "I don't want to hurt the baby" Levi muttered as he continued kissing her neck. "I asked Hanji. She said being a bit rough won't hurt" (Y/N) answered to that. "Why were you talking to her about our sex life?" Levi looked at her this time, his expression showing irritation.

"Well, I want Heichou." (Y/N) pouted as she started unbuttoning Levi's shirt. "Don't tempt me (Y/N). I've been storing my desires for a long time." Levi sighed, as he worked on getting (Y/N)'s shirt off. "What do you wanna do to me, Heichou?" (Y/N) asked Levi, with a smirk as she helped Levi get her shirt off. "Tie you up and fuck you on my table?" Levi murmured as he attacked (Y/N)'s breast with his mouth. "Please do it to me Heichou. Your slut needs you" (Y/N) kept on tempting him, using the exact words he taught her to say. At this, Levi looked straight at her eyes and asked, "Does Hanji know what she's talking about?". " I'm certain she does." (Y/N) whispered before yelping as Levi threw her on his table, using the neckerchief resting on his table to tie her hands before saying, "I'll kill her if this harms the baby" and drowning the room in (Y/N)'s moans and the sound of sex.

A week later

"How far are you? I still have a stack left" (Y/N) asked Levi. They were sitting at his table, trying to get rid of their stacks of paperwork so that they can get into their daily sexual activities. "Still have two stacks left. You've gotten faster at this" Levi muttered. (Y/N) just smiled slightly and continued with her work. Suddenly, the door busted open and Hanji entered the room, again, without knocking.

"Hanji, how many times will I have to tell you to knock?" Levi told her, looking at her with his usual stoic expression. "Don't be so fussy, Levi. Oi (Y/N), you're the only other smart person around here who can help me out a bit as Erwin is too old to understand technology. Come with me to my office right now!" Hanji exclaimed, looking excited. "I have paperwork" (Y/N) answered to that in a monotone voice. "Aww come on! Paperwork won't save people!" Hanji whined. "(Y/N), get her out of here. She's giving me a headache" Levi remarked, not looking up from the document he was working on. (Y/N) sighed at that and followed a jumping and excited Hanji out of the room.

4 hours later

"So, it has to be a portable device that can break the armoured Titan's armour. The reports from back when wall Maria fell said that cannons couldn't break the armour and so we need something more portable and faster moving than the average cannon ball, according to your theory." (Y/N) summed up the case after reading all the reports, multiple books on physics that Hanji threw at her, and several design ideas that failed. At this point, (Y/N) was wondering why she skipped sex and spent the night brainstorming with Hanji. "Well, yes. The interior police gears have fast moving bullets but those are too small to get any effect on the armour. Its also not possible to give cannon balls that much speed, not with the technology available to us anyway." Hanji muttered, looking at a failed design.

"If there was a way to use the weak spots between the armour and use some sort of force to crack the armour like a walnut..." (Y/N) muttered before she looked like her head was about to explode. "Wait, why does it have to be big or speedy if we can just explode whole chunks of armour off? If we can make oversized bullets with explosives inside them, find a way to shoot them in the weaker points in the armour, the outer hard layer could be blasted off with the force. It just needs a design like some sort of spear so that it could be stuck to the weak spots instead of rolling off like cannon balls." (Y/N) stated with wide eyes.

"Wow. That didn't really cross my mind. However, to shoot them to stick to the weak point and to keep a safe distance, we need to make them somewhat like firecrackers and use some other way to tick the explosive off when its out of the hand" Hanji muttered as she furiously started making a design with all the math. "Glad I could help." (Y/N) told her as she yawned before she went back to Levi's room.

(Y/N) was woken by Levi's rapid shaking. "5 more minutes Levi" (Y/N) muttered, facing away from Levi. "Eren remembered that the man with his father was Keith Shadis. We are going to meet him now. Get up" Levi told her, trying to drag her out of the bed. "I don't give a fuck Levi. Let me sleep." (Y/N) groaned as she threw a pillow at Levi, which he ducked easily. "Suit yourself" Levi muttered as he got out of the room as (Y/N) drifted back off to sleep.

When she woke up again, it was almost evening. She walked into Levi's office to find him getting done with some big stacks of paperwork. "So you're up" Levi stated, not looking up from the document he was working on. "Seems like it. What happened at ex commander shadis's place?" (Y/N) asked with an yawn. "Nothing much. He didn't have much information to give. One thing is certain though. Eren's father was a man from outside the wall. Erwin suspects it. The expedition will take place after 2 days" Levi informed (Y/N). "Oh" (Y/N) quietly answered. Given that the beast titan, the armoured titan and the colossal titan were still at large, this mission was really dangerous. (Y/N) knew that as long as the colossal titan was there, the wall cannot be sealed. She looked at Levi, watching him sign documents with furrowed eyebrows. "This had to be tough for him, he would have to see more death", (Y/N) thought.

(Y/N) POV

I walked towards Levi and sat on his lap. "I'm not done with paperwork yet" he stated the obvious because I usually sat on his lap before sex. "I know. I just want to hold you." I answered, cupping his face with my hands. He still had a frown on his mouth but his expression was calm and gratified. I ran one of my hands through his soft hair, his undercut brushing against my skin. His eyes were showing a lot of emotions. Fear, sorrow, determination, love, it was a mixture of those.

"Levi, just come back alive. That's all I ask from you. About the titan serum, I know it's hard to make a choice. You deserve better than this but just don't regret any choice you make." I told him, pressing my forehead against his. "I know. I'll be back for you and him." Levi muttered, placing a hand on my stomach. "It could be a 'her' too you know" I stated with a smile. "I don't care as long as it's healthy." Levi said before kissing me. I kissed back, trying to how him my love for him through it. We broke the kiss after a few moments. "Go eat something. Your mouth smells disgusting" he stated as I got off his lap.

I went out to the room to go find some food in the kitchen. The cook was glad to heat up the food that Levi asked them to save for me from lunch. After eating, I decided to make Levi some tea. I walked into the now empty kitchen, as the cook was waiting for me to get my food back then and left when I took it, used a chair to fetch Levi's packet of tea from a cupboard that I otherwise couldn't reach and made some black tea. I poured a cup for him without any sugar and went towards our room. Levi looked at me, his face radiating approval as I set the warm tea in front of him. "I made a good decision" he muttered as he sipped the tea. "Hmm?" I asked him, confused about what decision he was talking about.

"The decision of proposing you if you're wondering what decision I'm talking about." he muttered, breaking my confusion. "It's just tea" I told him with a smile. "Well, it's thoughtful of you. How did you get the tin of tea leaves?" Levi asked after giving one of his rare compliments. "I got on a chair" I answered as I sat on a chair in front of Levi. I didn't have any paperwork today, so, I decided to watch Levi work. "I told you not to get on chairs. What if you fell?" Levi asked me in his usual authoritative voice. "Levi, I fought people while I'm pregnant. Its just a chair" I answered to that.

He was getting more protective every day and even if it was a nice thing, it was sort of annoying. "I forgot to mention. I've set the wedding date at two weeks after the expedition. Hanji begged me to let her do the planning. The furniture are almost ready and will be delivered on the day of the expedition. I need you to get the house decorated" Levi mentioned as he sipped the tea. A smile formed on my face as I thought that even in midst of all the tension, there was a good news.

The next day

The expedition was to take place the next day at evening. The whole Survey corps headquarter was quiet the whole day, everyone trying to acknowledge the fact that they could be walking into their deaths the next day. After all, there weren't many veterans left in the survey corps, the 57th expedition and the breaching of wall Rose took a huge toll on the Survey Corps. The night time expeditions weren't enough to give the new recruits the experience to deal with a vital mission like this one. Every time I thought about the 57th expedition, the image of the old squad Levi's deaths seemed to be projected in front of me.

Too many lives were lost in vain. I however, didn't regret Petra's death. The day went by without much exception from any other day in the survey corps, just helping Levi with his huge stacks of paperwork, that was until, dinner was served. I knew that meat would be served today as Levi mentioned their deal with the Reeves company to me. "Hanji got Flegel Reeves to get all those brats meat for the night before the expedition. I managed to cut a deal about free tea leaves" he said while we were working our way through the stacks of paperwork. As expected, the whole crowd were fighting over the meat, even after Sasha was tied up. I however, gagged at the smell of it.

I still stuffed myself with as much as I can without puking as I probably won't get the chance to eat beef anytime soon, given that its rare and expensive. Way too much expensive. A fight between Jean and Eren broke out a while later, which lasted for a while till Levi got up and kicked them in the stomach, with Jean puking as a result. Knowing very well that the smell would make me puke, I got out of the dining hall as fast as possible. I went to Levi's room, waited for him for a while and went back out to search for him. I found him sitting at a corner of the survey corps headquarter, behind a wall. On the other side of the wall, Armin was talking to Eren and Mikasa about how they would see the so called "ocean". They used to talk about it back in the trainee corps days.

Levi looked at me, a mug of alcohol in his hand as I sat beside him. He didn't say anything and we kept listening to the trio, their voices so excited as they talked about their dreams. Levi took a chug from his mug as he got a hand around my waist, pulling me closer. The trio left after a while. "Why didn't you drink back at our room?" I asked him. "I assumed that you would feel left out." he simply answered, finishing off his mug. We sat there silently for a while before Levi spoke up again. "They remind me of Farlan and Isabelle. Farlan was so curious about the world up here while Isabelle just wanted freedom from the confined underground. I just wanted to make sure their dreams came true. Now that they aren't here anymore, I don't even know why I'm still fighting. Probably because Erwin convinced me to follow him. He surely sees something beyond the walls that I can't." Levi sighed before looking at me and asking, "What do you think about this so called 'ocean'? Do you want to see it too?".

"I'm not fighting for something like that. I don't care if all there is out of the wall is more barren land. I just want to make sure that I won't loose my family ever again. The titans took my parents from me. I can't loose any more. However, it seems like everyone I care about is risking their lives for the same cause..." I muttered. "(Y/N), let's go back. I don't want you to catch a cold" Levi announced before getting up, not looking drunk at all. That man had an amazing alcohol tolerance.

The next day

I woke up late. Levi was already gone. If they didn't feed us that goddamned meat last night, I wouldn't have been puking all day and sleeping like a log due to fatigue. I dressed up as fast as possible, hoping to find the survey corps battalion still rallied up. I ran to the stable, got on my horse and galloped towards the wall of Trost. The battalion wasn't gone yet but they were being carried over the wall by lifts. I hoped that Levi and Uncle Erwin weren't gone yet. I took my horse to a nearby stable, paid a stable boy to look after it and ran towards the rally. I saw Levi, Uncle Erwin and Hanji waiting for the lift with their squads.

I walked towards them and asked Levi, "Why didn’t you wake me up?". " You didn't look like you wanted to be waken" he simply answered, receiving a sigh from me. "Anyway, I was here to wish you all good luck." I smiled at them. "Hanji, don't be reckless or die. I need to go shop for a wedding dress with you." I told Hanji as she gave me a small smile. Everyone here were wearing solemn expressions. Levi squad walked towards me before I was able to say anything to Uncle Erwin. "Did you come to see us off?" Connie asked me with a smile. "Yes I did. You guys, don't die." I told them, giving them all a big group hug.

"Oi Mikasa, protect them too along with Eren" I told Mikasa as she nodded at me. "We aren't kids (Y/N)..." Eren started but was cut off by Jean who was saying something about respecting the fact that I care. I slipped away from the group and walked back to Uncle Erwin and Levi. "Uncle Erwin, promise me you'll be back alive. I need you at my wedding" I told Uncle Erwin. He smiled at me as he put on his hand on my shoulder before saying, "I won't miss it for the world". Happy with his answer, I turned to Levi and told him, "Don't die, okay?". " I won't" he replied. "Make sure uncle Erwin comes back" I told him. "I will" he answered as he was called to get on the lift.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, we all know what would happen to Erwin... Well, in respect for him, I'll be writing my second spin off chapter, the one which states of the time (Y/N) spent in the orphanage after the fall of wall Maria before jumping into Erwin's death. I'm trying to give (Y/N) some character development before working my way up to new chapters where she will be leading her own squad in future expeditions.]

To be continued...

Taglist: @reality-is-often-disappointing, @kingtamakimurder

[cirocchio]

AU details 01. royalty etc.

( still pointing at tsun as the instigator for this post )

‘royalty AU’ is too vague for me though so this is going to be a more all-encompassing general description of possible ideas for ‘AUs that all can take place in a political/ court setting’. No fancy introductory story-like excerpt.

Some things to note:

Firstly; because I like to keep Ciri’s Roma heritage I’m more inclined to make her a bastard child that may or may not be legitimised by her father. Usually not. Her uncle, as always, dotes on her. He’s also the more popular of the duo, the heir of the throne, etc. Another idea is that she accompanies Remo/Silvan to court as a child, as Remo would want to lobby for more rights for Rroma/ commoners in general. She can be as high or low-ranking as is deemed suitable for the plot.

Secondly: Ciri will never be a happy ruler. The responsibility of such a position weighs her down and restrains her and has never been something she wants to live with; Ciri both fears and hates power so her having that will make her incredibly uncomfortable. She doesn’t have the talent for scheming and intrigues nor does she command enough respect for her advisers to listen to her: she’d be a puppet at best, a scapegoat or victim of an assassination plot at worst. Ideally ( and even realistically ); she never gets stuck in the position of ruler/heir to the throne in the first place, but if she somehow did, she would work on a way to abdicate or even get banished without too much commotion or sending the country in chaos.

Ciri’s reputation ( aka the one thing I can talk about with almost utmost certainty ): Regardless of her position (low-ranking noble or royal blood), she’d be a bit of an oddball at court. She’s sensible and pragmatic and has plenty of interest in languages, culture, and music, promising traits. Yet when it comes to other matters she is bored, unmotivated, and dreamily stares out of the window during important lessons and meetings. She has no tact and will tell nobles, teachers, and missionaries alike when she does not like them, something they say or do, or disagrees with them without any regard for whether it’s appropriate or not. Being a bad liar Ciri quickly gives up on trying to play with and figure out the different masks people put on and stubbornly stays true to herself, demonstrating her distaste for the two-faced behaviour at court. She spends more time reading books and playing with her birds in the gardens than she does attending festivities, banquets, or councils ( and if she does attend either of those it’s to listen to or talk with the bards and poets and whatnot ). She has proven herself a terrible fighter and tactician at an early age, and actively avoids war generals or soldiers – making her dislike for them obvious. On the other hand, she is known to slip in the kitchens ( is surprisingly resourceful when it comes to this, even though she later confesses her mischief ) at night and speak informally to the servants.

While teachers find her temperament easy to manage, her select interests are frustrating. When she’s not motivated she will not put effort in her tasks, unless perhaps Remo convinces her to, but he’s known to be lenient with her. She openly talks about her fantasy of meeting magickal bards who will steal her away for marriage ( or just adventure ). Rumours circulate that she talks to her birds and kisses them in the hopes of turning them into fairies. In many ways she is a child, yet sometimes she seems wise beyond her years. 

She’s passionate about introducing literacy for the common folk, and purposely lets her maids listen in on her classes or gives them ‘homework’ to practice writing, but other than that does not have an active interest in the welfare of the commoners and is thoroughly unhappy with the responsibility to care and decide things for them. She also has romantic views on what it’s like to belong to the common folk and often says she wishes to be one of them, unaware of how limiting, inconvenient, and difficult poverty can be.

The general consensus is that she’s better avoided as her lowborn mother’s traits show in her boorish behaviour and clumsy movements, proving that she has no place at court; wouldn’t want that to rub off on you. Some people enjoy her company and soothing voice, though. Mostly lower-ranking nobles of little consequence, girls a few years younger than her, and the servants she befriends of course. She’s also, obviously, seen as bad wife material. This might make her sound like a rebellious child but Ciri is not the type to throw a tantrum over things, purposely upset others, start fights or otherwise and would endure gossip and humiliation with a meek smile and, or if she reacts her words would lack subtlety and ‘intellect’, aka it makes her come off as an idiot and wouldn’t be too insulting to the person who insulted her first. She minds her own business and so long as others mind theirs she’s happy, as is also the came in most of her other verses. In other words, it all really comes down to her presence at court being very misplaced. Remo thinks it’s endearing and ‘gives the people something to talk about’, so he doesn’t scold her – protects her where he can. Silvan tries his best to ignore her existence altogether, though that’s a bit more dependent on the plot that’s decided on.

Possible situations, place at court:

Remo & Silvan are of royal blood, Remo being the crown prince. Ciri is Silvan’s bastard child, raised at court but not acknowledged by Silvan. Remo takes her under his wings and raises her as an important member at court, using her as a pawn ( to make Silvan seem more sympathetic/ involved/ as a spy under the guise of her talent as a (travelling) court musician/ to strengthen political bonds by arranging a marriage ). Little is Ciri aware that her position is a direct threat to her younger half-sisters; her being older, does she not have as much right on the throne as them? Whether her half-sisters see it the same way is up for discussion.

Similar as above but Remo dies at some point, leaving her back in Silvan’s awkward care. Silvan, convinced and aware of his own limitations as a ruler, would appoint her as his successor so he may abdicate quickly. Ciri resents him for this, ignorant as he is that she’s every bit as unsuitable and unwilling to lead a nation as him. Cue her trying to weasel her way out of it, or early assassination plots, or manipulative leeches trying to make a puppet of her; this would be a scenario where it’s advisable to look for a different successor.

In the event that Silvan/Remo are nobles or even just wealthy merchants who bought their way to court, and have come there to voice their grief about their village/ the Rroma etc. and thus lobby for better conditions, Ciri would mostly be left alone and treated with little interest by others, although she is still in danger of being an assissination victim, as it’s not in everyone’s best interest that Remo convinces the king/court of his right.

Another for if Remo passes away (whether by accident or assassination), better if he’s no heir but just nobility trying to improve the conditions of Rromani; here are actually some options for Ciri to want to actively partake in politics, if only to honour his memory & ‘fulfil his wish’, or even to uncover who murdered him. She’d still suck as before though and would need to rely on others to actually achieve what she wants: it’d be an incredibly dangerous undertaking for her.

Of course she can also be the servant or maid or musician appearing at court and take it from there, but then it’d be your muse’s royal au, not Ciri’s.

Anyway there’s a lot that can happen, catch me coming up with 25 more ideas depending on your muse.

Other things to consider ( on my side of the plotting ): - the position of roma in the society this would take place – are they accepted, outcasts, does it take place in a fictive court where they are a well-represented; is her heritage openly known or kept secret? on the other hand, could the roma try to use her existence as a means to get more rights and visibility in this land? - whether her gender is an issue or not. I’m a fan of not, of using a fictional setting where female monarchs are as common as male (meaning female soldiers and diplomats etc are also equally common), but either way works. - the stability of the country: is it peaceful? on the brink of the war? is there civil unrest or not? how important is it to have a stable ruler? How divided is the court, how many enemies are there? - Ciri’s popularity among the common folk largely depends on what they value/need. Because of her mousy appearance she’s not impressive as a strong leader who guides and unites the people, but her gentle demeanour can be useful if the people value benevolence and mercy - she will always suck and want to get out just know this. would also need help in getting out. - will never care much for a difference in ranks and loathes the titles and formalities that ought to be used.

[itsmarianstories]

All good things come in threes

[Taegiseok Oneshot]

Sequel to ‘Focus’

Taehyung loves his best friend Jimin, but he doesn’t love that Jimin keeps dragging him to boxing matches. That may or may not change once he meets a certain boxing coach... The only problem: said boxing coach already has a boyfriend. 

Moodboard

Part 1

Word count: 8.815

Tags: Polyamory, (mostly) Fluff, a bit of Angst, Food poisoning (just in case anyone is uncomfortable with that...)

(A/N: Okay wow does even anyone still remember how I once said I’d write a sequel to my Focus Au? Because here it it. I honest to god didn’t think I’d ever finish this lol and I’m still not really happy with the ending, it feels kinda rushed but I just really wanted this to be finished. Yah, Idk I hope you can enjoy this. Also, it’s not necessary to read my Focus Au first but feel free to do so if you like uwu :)) )

Taehyung is pissed™. Ever since he was a little boy and saw an old man kick a stray dog, a puppy on top, he hated violence. In every form and against whoever.

He thought of it as the most primitive way to get what you want and really everyone who sees no other way except violence to force his way, is more than dumb. His best friend and platonic soulmate knows that. After all Taehyung was the one who taught him that even insects deserve to live and that they are actually important for our environment. He always thought Jimin understood that but apparently not.

Because now he has dragged Tae to a fucking boxing fight. For the second time. Just because his stupid boyfriend is a boxer and has an iMpOrTaNt fight today. He would have refused, but after the last fight they had visited he kind of worried about Jimin and what might happen if he is not there for him.

Not that something happened to his friend, but let's just say Jimin doesn't look like the usual clientele to go watch a boxing fight and not everyone here welcomes the cute, petite boy with open arms.  

So now Taehyung is moping while stamping behind the ballet dancer. Jimin is happily leading the way. The last time they were here, they just went for their seats and waited till the fight would begin but that was before Jimin started dating that stupid boxer who invited them to the locker rooms. Wow, what a fucking honour thank you very much. Tae always wanted to see the dirty locker rooms of an old gym that is now holding fights regularly. He can't wait to stand awkwardly in the corner, while Jimin is making out with Jungkook, and smother on the disgusting scent of old sweat.

Taehyung never had a problem with being single. He didn't want to force a relationship and always believed it would come whenever it's the time. He can relieve some stress through parties and random hook-ups he doesn't need a partner.

That was until he started to third wheel basically everyday of his life. Gosh, is it so hard for them to keep their mouths separated for two minutes? Don't get him wrong, he loves Jimin and is truly happy for him. If anyone deserves a healthy relationship it's his best friend and (contrary to his primary believes) Jungkook is a good guy who adores Jimin more than anything, treating him like an actual angel. However, whenever Taehyung sees them together (which is often, very often) he starts wondering how it would feel to have someone like that for himself. To wake up to the same face every day, to come home to the person you love, cuddle on rainy days, go out on domestic dates, laugh together, go on late night walks together, talking about everything and nothing and just relish in each others presence.

Godamnit he was pathetic. Taehyung get a hold of yourself!

They reached the locker rooms soon after. Jimin excitedly pushed the door open and raced in his boyfriends arms. Jungkook picked him up and hugged him tightly against his chest.

Taehyung leaned against the wall, crossed the arms in front of his chest and rolled his eyes as loudly as possible.

“Hey baby.” Jungkook smiled against Jimins lips. Jimin giggled and wrapped his arms around the boxers neck.

“Oi, no making out before a fight!” A deep voice suddenly said. Taes head whipped around and his eyes landed on a rather small man. He was slim, his hair now a silky black. Tae remembered seeing pictures of him from Jungkook. It's his coach, his overly attractive coach that is.

Jimin blushed while Jungkook just smirked and pressed his nose against Jimins temple.

“Hyung, he is my lucky charm. I need to tank up on fortune.” Jimin smacked his chest playfully but Taehyung could see how much he enjoyed this.

“Shut up, brat. You don't win fights out of luck.” The coach said and spanked the back of his head. Tae couldn't help but chuckle at that, which caused the man to finally look into his direction. His brows raised slightly and he took Tae in for a few seconds before turning back to his student. Tae wasn't sure what that meant but he decided not to dwell on it either.

Just because he is stupidly attractive doesn't mean Tae has to like him. He is a boxing teacher, after all. Someone who teaches violence. Tae should stay away from him...

“Anyways, you better get ready you have to leave for the ring basically now.” Jungkook nodded and pulled Jimin in for a last peck.

“Alright, I'm ready.” The boxer grinned while his coach pushed him out of the room.

“You two" He said, addressing Taehyung and Jimin “follow me.” Jimin quickly did so, with small jumps in his steps while Taehyung only sighed and pushed himself off the wall and shambled behind them. They settled in the first row. Jungkooks coach brought the boxer in the ring, told him a few last things before coming back and sitting down besides Taehyung.

Just like the last time Taehyung was here some guy announced the fight but he didn't really listen, too occupied sulking. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest and stared into thin air. Jimin beside him was squealing every time Jungkook took a hit or landed a good one but Taehyung didn't really pay attention.

“Oi, can you get anymore salty? Because in that case I'll bring some fries next time.” Jungkooks coach said next to him.

“I'm sorry?” Tae made in a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

“Your moping is giving me a headache. If you don't wanna be here just go.” Tae snorted.

“I wish.” He mumbled.

“What's your name again?”

“Taehyung.”

“Great. Listen Taehyung, you either be a good friend and at least try to look supportive or you might as well leave because you sitting here sulking ain't helping no one.” Tae opened his mouth in the attempt to reply something smart but he couldn't think of anything. The conversation was pretty much over there and Tae felt even more uncomfortable now. He tried okay?! He faked a smile and clapped when Jungkook won but contrary to popular belief, he was not a good actor. Tae liked to say it's because his heart is too pure.

It didn't matter anyway because neither Jimin nor Jungkook really gave a shit about him. They barely acknowledged it when Tae swallowed his pride and congratulated Jungkook for his win but a certain, slightly smaller male threw a smile in his direction when he did so, so maybe it was kinda worth it after all.

He wanted to be salty and petty over how he had to go home alone and how Jimin didn't even notice his sour mood but he really couldn't because Jimin deserved all the luck.

It was about a week later when he found himself doodling new designs for his fashion classes on a rather short and slim silhouette. He told himself it was to break the beauty norms but who was he shitting? He was leaning over the counter of the small cafe he is part-timing in but there were currently no customers so he might as well do his homework. A hand in his hair to keep it from falling into his vision and the pencil stuck between his teeth while he was lost in thought.

Suddenly the bell over the door chimed and his head snapped up with a trained smile on his face.

“Welco-... come.” He stumbled, his smile dropping when he recognized the familiar face. The man raised his eyebrows at him, probably wondering over his strange behaviour so Tae quickly forced that smile back on his face.

“How can I help you?” The man returned his smile and Tae felt blinded for a second.

“Hi! Yeah, I'll take two Americanos to go please and can you make one of them extra strong and the other extra sweet?” The sun- eh man, the man asked.

“Isn't it just an espresso if I make it extra strong?” Tae wondered out loud and the other laughed, a loud and somehow weird laugh but it was so contagious that Tae just had to grin back.

“Yeah, I guess but it's more than you get when ordering espresso.” He answered smugly.

“Huh, so you are trying to trick the coffee shops giving you more caffeine for less money, I see.” Tae said while already starting his work. The man was now bend over a little to have a better look on the displayed pastries, not even looking at him when he mumbled his reply.

“Oh it's not for me. My boyfriend is a coffee addict. He becomes super grumpy if he doesn't get his daily doses and he overslept this morning which is partly my fault so I figured I’d bring him some lunch.” Tae wasn't sure if the man was really talking to him or more to himself, considering that they were strangers and people don't usually go around spilling private information like that. But maybe he is just a really outgoing guy and after all, he has no idea that Tae knows who he is and who this boyfriend of him is. And if it left a weird feeling in Taes chest, hearing about their relationship like this than he decided to ignore it.

Hence he didn’t answer and instead finished making the coffee.

“I'll also take a cinnamon bun and one of these Churro-Doughnuts.” The man added and Tae nodded.

“This is not a healthy lunch though.” He commented without even thinking about it. He panicked for a second not sure if he overstepped but the man grinned again.

“Ah, we are going out for dinner later anyway so it's fine.” Tae only nodded and told the man the price for everything, gave him his change and whished him a good day. His eyes followed the back in the colourful rainbow sweater until he went around a corner and Tae sighed. He looked down at his drawings and suddenly felt like the biggest idiot in the world. He ripped the page out of his notebook and crumbled it. His hand hovered over the bin but somehow he couldn't bring himself to throw it away so he let out a grunt and shoved it in the pocket of his apron.

A few days later Taehyung had another shift. It was Friday now and the cafe was packed with students. He had a hard time serving everyone on time and made a mental note to persuade his brother to hire another employee.

The door chimed for what felt like the hundredth time, to announce another customer. Tae was standing with the back to the door because he was just finishing another order but he swore he heard a familiar voice curse quietly. His eyes widened when he turned around and saw that familiar head of black hair. He almost dropped the cup he was holding. Almost.

Jungkooks coach pulled out his phone and didn't even notice him, too busy smiling at the display and sending texts back and forth while Tae made the queue disappear until it was only them two left.

“Uhm-" Tae made when the other still hasn't looked up. The smile on his face dropped for a second when he finally faced Tae and it made the younger feel a little heavy.

“Oh! It's you! I had no idea!” The man exclaimed.

“I'm sorry?” Tae lied, trying to act casual.

“Oh eh, my boyfriend got coffee from here before and it was really good so I came back for it.” He explained and Tae nodded.

“Americano, extra strong, right?” Tae said and watched the other pull up his brows in what could have been amusement or confusion. Probably both.

“How do you know?” Shitshitshitfuckshit

“Oh uhm... I-I guessed?” He tried, his palms suddenly becoming strangely sweaty. The other snorts.

“You are a horrible liar, but I already noticed that last week at the fight.”

“Sorry.” Tae mumbled, frowning at himself. Usually he was a rather extroverted person. He had no trouble socializing and was quick in making new friends but something about this guys presence gave him the chills. In a weirdly pleasant way.

“Jungkook kinda... I mean I saw a picture of you and your b-boyfriend on his phone so I kinda knew who he was.” He admitted sheepishly, avoiding the others piercing gaze.

“Aish that brat. Never respects his elders.” The coach said, shaking his head but smiling nonetheless. Taehyung bit his lip and quickly turned to make the coffee.

“I uh... who... who is this coffee for?” Taehyung asked and really he never felt a bigger urge to slam his head against the counter before. The man blinked at him and tilted his head in confusion, it made him look a bit like a cat.

“Me? Obviously? I already said that.” He answered and Tae stared down at the cup, feeling heat rush to his cheeks. He was pretty sure this was the first time ever that he blushed out of pure embarrassment.

“Ohh!” The other then made. “Sorry, how rude from me. I never introduced myself, I'm Yoongi.” Tae dared to look up only to find a warm gummy smile directed at him, which didn't really help his blush to disappear. He cleared his throat and handed over the cup.

“You asked for my name though and... well I didn't.” Yoongi grabbed the cup and waved with the other hand.

“So we are both at fault. Whatever, it's cleared now.” Yoongi said and handed him the money for the coffee. Tae reached out for it without looking away from the olders gaze, being too entranced. However, he knocked the coffee out of his hand and it landed on the counter, spilling hot, brown liquid all over the place and the both of them.

“Oh fuck! Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” He said, reaching in the pocket of his apron for a few paper towels he always has in there for when he needs to wipe his hands or something. While doing so he ripped out another piece of paper that he quickly recognized with dreading eyes. The paper, by now folded to fit better into the pocket, fell directly in the middle of the coffee puddle on the counter. Taehyung froze for barely a second but it was enough for Yoongi to pick it up first. He unfolded it, wanting to sooth the damage not knowing that he was only causing more.

“Ah no-!” Tae quickly wanted to say but it was too late. Yoongi raised his brows again while studying the drawings. It were three in total, in different poses and outfits and Tae felt the second blush of his life creep up his neck.

“Sorry, was this private?” Yoongi said, handing back the drenched paper. Taehyung wasn't sure if Yoongi was being serious or mocking him.

“Uhm no... these were only for my class. It doesn't matter.” He mumbled shoving the money back into his hands, before turning to make a new coffee and handing it over as well.

“Don't worry about this, I'll clean it up.” He said with the probably most fake smile he ever presented.

“I'm so sorry for the inconvenience. Please have a great day and sorry again.” He said and bowed quickly before leaving into the staff room without sparing a second glance at Yoongi.

It took him a whole five minutes to calm down and gather a few things to actually clean up the mess he left behind. Yoongi has left once he came back out and Taehyung sighed out in relief.

He wasn't sure if Yoongi noticed that those drawings actually showed him but he had to be really oblivious to not recognize himself and unfortunately Taehyung didn't think he was the type of guy to be dense. Not after he saw basically right through Taehyung at their first encounter. Oh god, he wanted to die.

Just in that moment of his desperation his phone vibrated and he pulled it out so see he got a new message from his best friend. It eased his mood slightly but only until he actually read the message.

Chims

Hey Taetae! Kookie suggested we all go out together since it's Friday and I know you are free.

Don't worry though you won't third wheel, Kookies coach will tag along too : )

Just be at mine at 9pm <33

 Taehyung dropped his head on the counter in frustration only to notice that there was still a puddle of coffee on it, which was by now uncomfortably cold.

“You have to be kidding me.” He groaned when the door chimed and his head snapped up to meet the gaze of a rather small girl. She eyed him slightly disturbed while the coffee was dropping out of his bangs and forming small trails down his face and neck.

“Uhm sorry" She said and left again. Usually Tae would assure her that it was all fine and she can just come in but today he let it slide. Let the girl go get her drink somewhere else and let his head fall back into the puddle because really, now it didn't matter anymore anyway.

A few hours later he knocked on his friends door. Jimin opened up almost immediately and greeted him with one of their usual crashing hugs.

“Tae! I almost thought you'd ditch us because you didn't answer my text.” The boy said and Tae felt only a little guilty.

“Ah, sorry Chims. I was working my shift and it was pretty packed today and then I rushed home to get ready. I just forgot it.” He explained, only partly lying. But the part where he forgot because he was stressing over a certain someone didn’t seem that important to him.

“No biggy. Come on, Kookie is already here. You look really good today, by the way.” Jimin said with an honest smile and Tae only smiled back. He would never admit that he spent a little extra time deciding on his outfit today.

“Hi Tae!” Jungkook greeted him and hugged him a little half-assed. The older awkwardly clapped the others back. He felt really uneasy and kinda nervous because of that incident today and he really didn't look forward to facing Yoongi again. Especially not so soon. He sighed silently and flopped on the couch, closing his eyes. This day was really tiring and actually he had no motivation to go out or drink whatsoever. Especially not with all these new weird feelings that are totally confusing him. And while he really dreaded Yoongis arrival, there was a teeny part within him that was excited. Hahaha just kidding of course he'd Never socialize with a boxer. He internally screamed at himself when that other tiny part replied with really? What's Jungkook then?

Nono he's an exception because of Jimin it's not his choice!

A second knock sounded and Jungkook got up before Jimin could.

“I got it.” He mumbled and brushed his fingers over the nape of Jimins neck while passing him by. He could hear the two boxers talking while they approached the living room and Tae bit down in his lip trying to look unbothered. Which was obviously not working, since Jimin poked his side with a frown on his face.

“Hey, what’s up?” The pink haired asked and Tae searched for a fitting answer in the depth of his mind but he really couldn't think of any. He knew he couldn't lie because Jimin always saw right through him, he also couldn't just brush him off because that would make Jimin feel even more worried and suspicious. So instead he smiled and said

“I'll tell you another time.” And then Jungkook already appeared again with Yoongi right on his heels. Tae saw how the olders eyes wandered over the room and how his expression changed the moment he caught sight of him. From slight indifference to amusement to something Tae couldn't quite put his finger on. It was a small smile but somehow apprehensive, almost guilty? As if he felt bad about something... Maybe Yoongi felt bad for making him so flustered just a few hours prior.

Greetings were made and Tae had a hard time looking the oldest in the eye without blushing. He couldn't help but wonder if Yoongi recognized his drawings and what he thought of him- eh, them. Jimin got them all drinks before settling back down by his side. The both of them sat on the couch while Jungkook sat on an armchair next to Jimin and Yoongi next to Tae.

It was not his best idea, probably really fucking stupid considering how much of a light weight he his, but Tae downed his drink in one go, hoping it would ease the awkward feeling in his stomach. Especially when Jungkook started mentioning a certain someone.

“Oh where is Hobi tonight, by the way?” The youngest asked and at first Tae didn't care because that name didn't ring any bells but then Yoongi smiled in a certain way and suddenly Tae understood who they were talking about.

“He's having a movie night with his sister. Since she moved to the city they kinda wanted to make up for lost time and meet up all the time. It’s so annoying because she is too sweet, it get's on my nerves and they are both so loud. It's like two Hoseoks in a room, which is simply too much.” Yoongi explained, though he didn't look any bothered at all. Jimin giggled, maybe he already got to know him. Tae couldn't really judge since he only saw Hoseok once for a few minutes but even there he seemed like a very energetic person. Alone the way he smiled...

“Tae!” Jimin slapped his arm.

“What? Yes! Yes what is it?” He snapped out of it, shaking his head a little.

“I asked if you want another drink?”

“Yes, please!” He answered, maybe a little too quick because Jimin frowned again. However he didn’t comment on it and just brought him his drink, which Tae accepted gratefully. He could already feel this was going to be a long night.

Actually it didn't. Because Jimin, as the sweetheart and best friend that he is, actually stayed by his side and got drunk with him. Well, more or less because unlike Tae, Jimin was basically a black hole when it came to alcohol. He could drink and drink without being affected whatsoever. Hence, Tae was pleasantly drunk rather quickly, hanging on his friends shoulders, singing and babbling.

They went to one of these fancy clubs. Jungkook and Yoongi went ahead to the bar while Tae insisted that Jimin comes to the bathroom with him. He didn't actually have to go to the toilet he just wanted to check if the drunkenness was already visible in his image, which yes, it definitely was but somehow it made him even more hot. His eyes wide, make up a little smudged, hair ruffled... he looked fucked out. Maybe it was the alcohol running through his veins but it gave him a confidence boost.

He pulled a giggling Jimin along, re-joining the other two at the bar. The dancer immediately snuggled into his boyfriends side. Jungkook smirked at him and moved the boy to stand in between his legs for he was seated on one of these barstools. Tae on the other hand, with his new confidence, wrapped an arm around Yoongi. The older looked slightly surprised but not opposed  which made Tae smile.

“Aren't those two disgusting?” He slurred. Yoongi raised his brows at him in amusement.

“I know right?” Yoongi said and wrapped an arm around Taes waist. To say he was pleasantly surprised was an understatement but was he complaining? Hell no. He couldn't say if the warm feeling in his chest was caused by the alcohol or something (-one) else but who cared anyway.

“You are just jealous!” Jungkook stated, propping his head on Jimins shoulder and wrapping his arms around the others middle. Jimin giggled and slapped his arm a little.

“I have a boyfriend, in case you don't remember.” Yoongi scoffed.

“Yeah, well, he is not here though.”

“If he was, I'd have to look after his drunk ass so whatever.” Yoongi said laughing a little. Tae giggled along just because Yoongis smile tickled his insides and he felt a little euphoric.

“Yeah, go dance with me instead!” Tae exclaimed and Jungkook already shook his head.

“Yoongi doesn't dance. Ever.” He said.

“Well, he will now.” Tae let his arm slip from the olders shoulder and used it to take his hand instead.

“Wait, what?” Yoongi asked surprised, stumbling behind Tae.

“Come on, have a little fun!”

“Yes, that's exactly why I don't dance.” Yoongi answered, almost whining. Tae wouldn't have heard him if he wasn't basically glued against his back.

“Don't worry, I'll lead you.” Tae grinned, turning around and pulling Yoongi now with both arms, further into the crowd of people. Yoongi pouted but left Tae in control anyway.

At first it was really a little awkward. Yoongi didn't look too comfortable, or like comfortable at all. He stood in the middle of the dance floor, not moving at all and face formed into a grimace. However, Tae couldn't care less about how people thought of him and if he wanted to dance then he'd fucking do as he pleases. He danced around Yoongi, letting the music and euphoria take over his body and although he might have looked like a baby giraffe just out of the womb, he felt amazing and that was all that mattered. Apparently, it seemed his mood was rubbing off on the other man because Tae could see how his face lightened with every second he watched the younger.

It may have taken a while but at some point Yoongi seemed to think “fuck it" and started to dance, too. They jumped around on the dance floor and if Jimin could have seen them he’d probably felt ashamed to be friends with them, even more so when they started to purposefully make the most silly movements possible. For example, Yoongi trying his attempts at twerking and Tae making one or two too many dabs. However, they had fun and the quirky laugh and bright gummy smile Yoongi gifted him with, made the irritated stares from the people around them definitely worth it.

After some time the euphoria was replaced with fatigue and sore muscles so they made their way back to the bar, searching for their friends. They found Jungkook standing in queue to get their jackets.

“Oi brat!” Yoongi scolded, though he didn't actually sound mad “Did you think of telling us that you were leaving?”

“Sorry coach, Jimin is tired and I couldn't find you.” The boxer explained. Yoongi was shaking his head in disapproval.

“Where is my cute Jiminie? The light of my life, the chocolate to my ice cream, the gin to my tonic, the-"

“Alright Shakespeare! We got it! He already went outside to get some fresh air.” Jungkook interrupted him. “Talking of, I'll go ahead and search him, okay? You guys can catch up to us once you got your jackets.” The boxer said and left after getting the jackets without even waiting for an answer.

“Aish, that brat!” Yoongi shook his head. It only took them a few minutes to get their own jackets and follow their friends outside. Tae wondered if they'd be able to find them but as soon as they left the hot and humid atmosphere of the club they could already hear screaming.

“What the fuck?” They both mumbled at the same time and hurried to get to the voices one of them clearly being Jimin.

“No Kookie, stop it!”

Taehyung suddenly felt very sober again. They went around a corner and found Jungkook pressing another man into the wall, hitting him again and again while Jimin stood next to him and tried to pull Jungkook away. Tae felt sick at the sight. He wanted to help Jimin but a slightly smaller man already raced past him.

“What the hell do you think you are doing, huh?!” Yoongi screamed and pushed Jungkook, seemingly effortlessly, away from the man.

“Coach!” Jungkook gasped surprised, staring at the older with wide eyes.

“I told you millions of times you must never use your boxing skills anywhere outside the ring!” Tae blinked a bit dumbfounded, not expecting this outcome.

“He was harassing Jimin, I-“ Jungkook tried to defend himself, already making moves to push past his coach but Yoongi was having none of it. He pushed Jungkook against a wall, holding him in place with one hand pressing against his shoulder.

“That doesn't give you the right to beat him to death, you brat!”

“I wasn't going to kill him? He just got what he deserved!” Jungkook snapped back.

“What is the first rule I ever taught you, huh?” Yoongi demanded.

“I don't fuckin-"

“Say it!” Jungkook averted his gaze towards the ground, his lips in a tight line not saying a word.

“Jeon Jungkook, don't make me repeat myself.” Yoongi growled and it caused a shiver to run down Taes spine. He only ever saw Yoongi as a polite, happy person. That he could switch in this dangerous older brother mode was impressive to say the least.

“...we don't fight outside the ring.” Jungkook mumbled eventually and Yoongi loosened his grip slightly.

“Exactly and what did you just do?” Tae almost felt a little bad for Jungkook, because Yoongi was fucking scary like this and the younger boxer looked like a kicked puppy right now, even though he was taller than Yoongi. The older obviously had way more authority.

“I fought.” Jungkook said and added after a few seconds “outside of the ring.”

“I get that you just wanted to defend your boyfriend but kid, look at him.” Jungkook lifted his gaze to look at Jimin, who was trembling in Taes arms, rubbing at his eyes furiously. Jungkooks eyes widened and all the sulking attitude he had held left, leaving him with nothing but guilt on his face.

“I-" He choked out but his voice broke.

“You scared him, kid. He may not be afraid of you exactly, but he tried to stop you and you didn't even listen to him. What if I hadn't shown up, huh?” Yoongi gave Jungkooks shoulder one last push before letting him go. The younger almost slumped forwards on the ground.

“You are suspended from training for the next two weeks, I don't wanna see you near the school. Understood?”

“What?! But coach I-"

“No buts, don't argue with me. I'm still pissed! Now, get out of my sight and apologize to your boyfriend, you idiot.” Yoongi said and stepped aside. Jungkook pursed his lips in a pout but followed his coachs orders. He walked over to were Tae was still hugging Jimin and Tae would swear he saw a tail stuck between Jungkooks legs.

Out of instinct he tightened his grip around Jimin slightly but the smaller slapped his arm, signing him to let go.

“I'm sorry.” Jungkook whispered and Jimin went from Taes arms straight to Jungkooks.

“You idiot!” Jimin said and pulled back to box Jungkooks chest, only to hug him again afterwards.

“I swear to god, you better listen to your coach because if you do this ever again!” Jimin said, not really finishing the sentence.

“It won't happen again.” Jungkook promised against Jimins hair. Soon after the both of them left, Jimin claiming that he was sick of treating Jungkooks bruises.

Tae turned back to Yoongi, who was kneeling in front of the beat up man.

“Dude, you look like shit.” He stated and received an angry glare from the other one. He was awkwardly holding his nose, where blood was steadily dropping out of, as well as out of a cut on his lip and cheekbone.

“What did you do to trigger Kookie like this, huh?” Yoongi mumbled, more to himself than the other man.

“We should take him to a hospital, his nose is probably broken.”

“Should I call an ambulance?” Tae asked.

“Nah, just get an uber.” Yoongi said and pulled the stranger up roughly. Tae did and then helped Yoongi to get the man to the main street.

“It uhm... it was really cool how you handled the situation just now.” Tae said eventually, suddenly feeling a little shy. Yoongi looked over to him.

“You seem surprised. How did you expect for me to react?” Tae shrugged unconsciously, causing the injured man to groan.

“I don't know.” He lied, feeling Yoongis eyes drill into the side of his skull.

“You are a horrible liar.”

“I know.” It was quiet for a while until Yoongi scoffed.

“You thought I'd help him, didn't you?” Tae continued to avoid the olders eyes.

“Kinda, to be honest.” He admitted sheepishly. “Isn't it like, I don’t know, a codex or something? To like, back up your bros?” Yoongi scoffed again.

“What do you think we are? Members of a street gang? Boxing is a sport like any other, kiddo. Jimin is not walking down the street dancing the black swan and neither do I walk around beating up people. If someone had attacked Jungkook than yeah, I'd probably had helped him but what he did was wrong.” Yoongi explained and although he talked in his normal, deep voice Tae felt like being scolded.

“Besides, Jungkook is not my 'bro'. He is my student, yes we are also friends, but I still have the responsibility to teach him and I'd like to take that serious.” Tae didn't know what to say to this. He felt dumb and also a little guilty because he transferred his hate against violence without even looking behind the whole picture.

“I'm sorry.” He said after a while. “For, you know, judging so quickly and stuff.” Yoongi smiled at him.

“It's okay, I guess you have your own reasons.” Tae frowned slightly and it became silent again.

They dropped the man off and walked down the streets together. It almost felt like a date, if Tae didn't know any better. He caught himself a few times how he almost reached out to take the olders hand. He has a boyfriend Taehyung, fucking stop that shit! ....yes, a boyfriend who is just as gorgeous. How unfair is that? If he ever were to see the two together, he'd probably be blended by their beauty or something.

“You know, I should probably introduce you to my boyfriend.” Yoongi said and Tae panicked for a second. Did he talk out loud? Can Yoongi read his thoughts? Did he drool or something??

“You two would get along so well. If I tell him that you actually got me to dance, he will start worshipping you.” Yoongi laughed. “He tried to persuade me but never succeeded you know.” Tae watched Yoongi as he spoke and he couldn't help but notice the fond smile on the others face. It made him feel so weird, he couldn't even name the emotion.

“He sounds like a great person.” Tae said because he didn't know what else to respond. Yoongi scoffed.

“Don't let yourself be fooled by his stunning looks. He is a devil, always forcing me to go out.” Yoongi replied but he didn't look bothered at all. Tae wondered if he was some kind of masochist because he actually wanted to meet that guy.

 However, maybe he should be more careful with the things he wishes for, because hardly a few days later Yoongi showed up with his boyfriend in the cafe and Tae took everything back. By now he really couldn't deny the tiny crush he had on Yoongi, especially since his 'he likes violence' excuse doesn't count anymore. And especially since he saw and heard the other mans laugh and the way he got a little shy when you stare at him for too long. But also the way he can become this sexy, serious guy in the blink of an eye and although he is not particularly buff or tall, he has this aura around him that screams 'I dare you try fucking with me'. Don't judge him okay? Tae spent the whole last few days repeating that evening in his mind, it was like he turned into a broken recorder and he couldn't keep himself from thinking about the man.

So yeah, now that very man was standing in front of him, another beautiful man by his side. And Tae still had alcohol pimple from their night out. Lifes a bitch.

“Hi.” Yoongi greeted with a smile.

“Hey.” Tae answered trying to sound casual.

“Ah, this is my boyfriend Hoseok. Hope, this is Taehyung. You know, the one I told you about.” Yoongi said and something in his voice was off but Tae didn't know what it meant. Hoseok raised his brows.

“Oh? Him? I see...” Hoseok said, eying Tae up and down before that crazily bright smile broke out on his face.

“It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Jung Hoseok, but this dork here tends to call me Hobi or Hope.” Tae bowed a little, suddenly feeling strangely nervous.

“Uhm hello. I'm Taehyung but you can call me Tae.” He answered suddenly regretting not covering up his pimples, which was weird because he usually never bothers being concerned over his skin.

“So you are the mysterious guy who got this grumpy, old man here to dance?” Hoseok chuckled and patted Yoongis shoulder teasingly.

“Yah!” Yoongi complained.

“Seriously though,” Hoseok continued and suddenly leaned over the counter, so close that Tae could feel his breath brush over his face “what is your secret?”

“I-" He tried to answer but didn't know what to say. With this man so close up to him his mind suddenly blanked out completely. However, the next second he was already gone again.

“Aish, leave the boy alone. Maybe I just felt like it for once.” Yoongi said as he yanked his boyfriend back. Hoseok let out a whining sound and hugged Yoongi from behind.

“But I tried to get you to dance since forever! This is unfair.” Hoseok pouted but immediately started laughing as soon as Yoongi rolled his eyes. Taehyung gulped and turned away to make them the beverages he assumed they'd want.

“You two are sweet.” He said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. However, he didn't get a reply. Instead, when he turned around again he found both men staring at him. It caught him of guard so Tae froze in his place for a few seconds, trying to figure out what the hell was going on here. He sucked in a shaky breath and lowered his gaze, placing the two cups on the counter. The couple dropped their gazes at the dump sound of the cups hitting the wooden surface and then raised their brows in surprise.

“Sorry, I just assumed.” Tae mumbled “Two Americanos, extra strong and extra sweet.” Both of them started to smile at him but Tae didn't return their glances because it still made him kind of shy, though he usually wasn't shy at all.

“Aigoo, that's so cute!” Hoseok explained and took the cups, handing one over to Yoongi. Something warm spread in Taes chest at the praise and when he finally looked up and saw their fond expressions he couldn't help but smile back. He watched as Yoongi took a sip of his cup and hummed quietly.

“Ah, did you hear that? This means your coffee is perfect. My Yoongles is very picky so when he hums at something, it's the best praise you can get.” Hoseok said and laughed right afterwards. It was a quirky sound, loud and high pitched and absolutely contagious.  It made something flutter in Taes chest and that confused him even more. Why was he not pissed? Why didn't he hate Hoseok? Duh because he is a shining sun who can hate the sun?

He just realized his crush for Yoongi and here the very man is with his boyfriend and all Tae can think about is how good they look together, how much he enjoys seeing them together and how much he wishes he could be a part of it.

Wait....

A part of it....?

Not having Yoongi for his own or maybe even having Hoseok for his own. No... both of them... wtf? He doesn't even really know these two and yet...

Since when is he so weird? Having a crush on two people can happen, yeah he sees that. But for those two people to be in a relationship themselves? And usually one would just chose, like if you have a husband and an affair you either stay with the husband or the affair... you don't get both. And you most definitely don't get both together!

Tae was a little bit freaking out right now but he really tried his best not to appear suspicious. In the end he isn't sure if the pair noticed him sweating a little and giving them their change with shaky hands but at least they didn't comment at it. As soon as they left the cafe Tae pulled out his phone and shot a text to his best friend.

You

Jimin?

Are you free tonight?

Bc I really need you I think I'm kinda panicking right now haha

But don't worry it's fine I'm fine

Chims

What? Taetae what happened??

Of course I have time! Just come over when your shift is finished

Or should I come to the cafe right now?

You

Thanks ily!

I'm almost done here so I'll come when I'm ready and tell you everything just...

Promise me you won't... think I’m weird

We'll always stay best friends promise?

Chims

What are you talking about? Of course we'll stay best friends!!! Tae I love you no matter what you are the bestest friend I could ever ask for!

And you could literally skin people in your basement and I'd still be your best friend

Okay maybe I'd be a little bit concerned but you get my point.

You

Okay wow that turned dark real quick? But I know you know I’d never do that so I won’t question it

Also I’m still slightly freaked out so I have other worries

Anyways ill be over in an hour or smth ill just clean up here

Chims

Whatever it is I’ll help you however I can!

I love you TaeTae, be careful on your way home!

 Taehyung smiled at that last message. Jimin always managed to calm him down, he really was the best best friend ever.

It took Tae about 30 minutes to clean the shop up and get his stuff so he reached their apartment building quicker than expected for the way there only took about fifteen minutes. He just entered Jimins apartment because well that's what he always does.

The smaller one came rushed out of the living room and jumped in his arms hugging him as tight as he could. Which was actually really fucking tight, damn those dancer muscles.

“Ah Jiminie... you are crushing me.” Tae rasped out.

“Oh! Sorry, I was just so worried.” The other admitted sheepishly, reminding Tae of his actual problem and causing him to groan in frustration.

“I just... I don't know what to do. This is all so weird.” He said. Jimin, of course, didn't understand anything.

“Okay, come in first and start at the beginning.” The dancer said and waited for him to take off his shoes. Jimin then grabbed Taehyungs hand and pulled him along to the kitchen where he roamed through the shelves to gather some snacks. All Taes favourites as the younger noticed. He also noticed the two sets of dirty cutlery in the sink.

“Was Jungkook here?” He asked and Jimin looked over to him, following his gaze.

“Oh, well, yes actually. I-"

“Wait did I interrupt your date? Jimin I’m so sorry, you could have just said that you are busy.” Jimin shook his head at his words, his pink locks bouncing around his head.

“Shut up, silly! As if I’d ever just tell you off when you are troubled! I told Kookie that we are in desperate need of a best-friends-night and asked him to go. He totally understood.” Jimin said and started pulling Taehyung around again, this time leading to the bedroom.

“Why are you taking me to your bedroom?” Tae asked.

“Duh, what question is that? We always cuddle when there is something troublesome to discuss. Did you lose your memory or what?” The smaller scoffed.

“But you hate it when I eat in your bed.” Tae said, nodding his head towards the snacks.

“It's okay, I know what I'm doing.” Jimin simply stated and pushed Tae on the bed only to jump on top of him immediately afterwards. Tae groaned at the impact, but Jimin already started snuggling into his side. The snacks carelessly spread out next to them.

“Just tell me when you are ready.” Jimin said quietly and Tae took a deep breath. He knew he'd have to do it quickly or he'd chicken out.

“I... I have a crush.” He admitted. Jimins head snapped up from where it was resting on Taes chest and he stared up at his best friend.

“You what? For real? On who? Do I know them?” Jimin already asked. Taehyung closed his eyes tightly, making a grimace and pulling Jimin down against his chest again.

“You do know them.” He admitted. “But before I tell you, you have to promise me not to judge.”

“Taetae, you know I'd never do that.” Jimin assured, squeezing him a little tighter.

“Okay, you also have to promise not to tell anyone! Especially not Jungkook!”

“Of course, I'd never spill your secrets. But why 'especially not Jungkook'?” Jimin was looking at him again, Tae could feel it although his eyes were still closed.

“It's... his coach, Yoongi. But,” Tae opened his eyes just in time to see Jimins frown and open his mouth so he quickly continued.

“Don't say it. I know he has a boyfriend, in fact, I think I have a crush on... them both?” Now Jimin raised his brows in surprise.

“How do you know Hobi?” He wanted to know, catching Tae a little off guard.

“Well... he came to the cafe a few times. Did you not hear what I say?” Jimin looked confused.

“What do you mean?”

“I just said I have a crush on two people, on a couple to be precise.” Tae clarified and hearing those words alone gave him Goosebumps. He wasn't sure if it was the good kind or not.

“Yes? I heard you, so? I'm not surprised that you have a crush on two people. TaeTae you have the biggest heart I know. You can get excited over the smallest things and see something positive in almost everything. You have so much love to give, no wonder it's enough for two. It's just coincidence that it happens to be Yoongi and Hobi.” Tae stared at his friend and without his notice tears suddenly pooled in his eyes.

“You... you don't think it’s weird?” He asked again and Jimin sniffled, shaking his head furiously. That always happened between them, if one starts crying the other follows.

“Just because something is rare doesn't mean it's weird.” Jimin said stubbornly. Tae hugged him again and shoved his face in Jimins neck, searching for comfort.

“I'm sorry.” He mumbled after a while, when a thought crossed his mind.

“What are you apologizing for?” Jimin asked, stroking Taehyungs hair.

“I don't think I can hang out with you guys anymore, not when Yoongi and/or Hoseok come along.” He explained.

“Wait so you just plan on ignoring your feelings?”

“Yes duh, obviously?”

“Don't you think you should tell them?” Jimin asked cautiously.

“Are you kidding? How would you react if a random ass dude came up to you and Jungkook telling you he likes the both of you?” Jimin frowned and thought about it for a while.

“I don't know.” He admitted sheepishly.

“But I don't like the idea of you bottling up your feeling, you'll get hurt.” Tae sighed deeply.

“Yeah well, it's my own fault.”

“You can't chose on whether who you like.” Jimin pointed out.

“Whatever.” Taehyung mumbled and pressed his face in Jimins neck. He didn't want to talk about it any further he felt already dumb enough. Though he also feels a little bit lighter now, knowing that Jimin is on his side.

The next following weeks Jimin became his wingman,... kinda? Can you even call it that? Anyways, whenever plans were made involving Taehyung and two other men who shall not be named, Jimin gave Taehyung a heads up and helped him ditching out of it. Taehyung thought like this he will come over his stupid crush real quick and just move on, considering that he barely knows the two.

However, in his plan he did not think of Yoongi and Hoseok starting to frequent at the cafe, a.k.a. his job where he is not able to just hide and ignore them. So instead of forgetting his little, delicate crush it suddenly starts to bloom in something that Tae kind of lost control about. Every time they enter the shop, be it together or just either of them, his heart stops for a second only to start racing right after. He starts sweating and fidgeting and honestly he lost count over how often he already dropped something in their presence just because his hands were shaking.

“You are pretty clumsy, huh?” Hoseok once said and Tae had only gulped and stared at him, watching the beautiful smile spread on his face as he added

“It's cute.” And Tae felt all his blood rushing to his cheeks.

He really couldn’t explain himself why the couple even bothered with him, his coffee isn't that good they could easily go to any other cafe. Plus, it would probably less awkward without a barista who can't even speak a full sentence without rambling silly things. It became especially uncomfortable whenever they would ask him why he can't join the meet ups together with the others and Tae never knows what to say. He is a horrible lair and he is pretty sure they see right through his lies that he is 'too busy' or has a 'very important homework due tomorrow'. Luckily they never say anything about it. Until that one day that is.

“We are doing some kind of game evening. It was Hobis idea.” Yoongi said and Tae had only smiled already searching for another excuse.

“Yes and there is a friend of us coming too, so we need you to finally get your ass up and come so we are an even amount of people!” Hoseok said looking at him almost threateningly.

“I'm... I’m sorry I really can’t I have this... thing.” Tae tried to sound convincing but he knew he sounded fake as fuck.

“Shut up you liar! We didn't even tell you when! You are coming whether you want or not, no excuses this time! I'll personally come and drag you out of your apartment if I have to, don't test me.” Hoseok continued and Tae didn't know what to do.

“But...” He had nothing to say. His mind was blank. Hoseok and Yoongi eyed him for a few moments, waiting if he comes up with another shitty excuse but when he didn't say anything they smiled.

“Great, it's settled then. Friday evening at seven pm at Jimins.” Hoseok explained with a shit-eating grin. Taehyung sighed defeated and Yoongi gave him an almost apologetic smile.

“You don't have to come if you really don't want to.” The older said and Hoseok boxed him in the side.

“Shut up, I just got him to agree!” He complained and Yoongi laughed at him.

“You can't force him to join us, baby.” He said and something flipped in Taes chest. Hoseok pouted and the couple looked at him expectantly. Taehyung sighed. He wasn't sure what it was. Maybe he was just tired of running away. Maybe he didn't want to lie anymore. Or maybe he just really wanted to see Hoseoks bright smile again. It was selfish but the words came out without him really thinking about it.

“I'll come.” He cleared his throat. “It's okay, I’ll come.” Taehyung watched the grins spreading on the other mens faces and he couldn't bring himself to regret his words.

>>Part 2

[rkhongjoong]

              ▆▆▆▆▆▆                 `          NOVEMBER EVALUATIONS   ___                                                                                                                       。。。      m  o  c  k     i  n  t  e  r  v  i  e  w

all the trainees he’s ever talked to make the evaluations at the end of the month out to be some sort of horror movie where everyone dies at the end.  jinseok thinks otherwise.

especially for this month’s evaluation; an interview is practically what he does best - he gets to talk, and he gets to talk a lot.  for someone who is known for his charms and making people smile, considering it’s what landed him in nova’s audition rooms in the first place, he thinks this will be almost easy.  he thinks almost, because he’s sure that there will be something up his instructor’s sleeve that will be tricky.  it’ll make him think on his toes, but again - jinseok has the charm.  he can pull this off.

right?

SO WE HEAR YOU’RE THE BIRD OF PARADISE IN THE ROYAL GARDEN.  WHY SUCH AN EXTRAVAGANT FLOWER?

he wouldn’t say the flower is .. extravagant.  not when he takes the meaning into account, because it suits him perfectly.  perhaps it’s because of the name of the flower itself, or even the bright look of it. still, the way the question is worded doesn’t dissuage him; jinseok rocks in his seat - the picture of perfect energy.  “ the bird of paradise is a special flower with a positive energy.” he explains vividly, with bright eyes and a chipper tone.  “ it gives you the wings of freedom to go where you please.  to find happiness in both successes and failures, because they help you grow.  i thought it was a lot like me, so even if it might be ... showy, i think i’m a positive person.  i always want to find the happiness in everything.”

YOU GREW UP AS THE CHILD OF SOME LOCAL CELEBRITIES, RIGHT? WHAT WAS THAT LIKE FOR YOU?

" oh, you know already?” that was perhaps the wrong opening line, but jinseok looks pleased nonetheless.  royal probably knows a lot more about him than he realizes, but still - he loves to talk about his parents, the way they met and how they came together.  it’s the story of how he came to be, how his brother and his sister all grew up in the warmth of parents who loved each other more than anything in the world.  how his parents came together and were labelled soulmates by a large number of the viewership on their show.  he grins.  “ my parents were on this reality dating show awhile back - it wasn’t very popular, so it only had one season but they were the most popular couple.  i think it’s my mom’s fault though, she was super cute and really pretty back then.  she’s still pretty now, but -” he pauses, wondering if he’s going off on a tangent.  “ anyway, they got together and they were known as the only success story of the show.”

now, he thinks.  how does he explain his childhood? something so sweet and warm that he wishes he could go back to? “ my sister and my twin, we all ... grew up with people watching us.  it wasn’t that weird because we got used to it, but i know some kids have it rough.  maybe it’s because my parents weren’t high tier celebs or something, but we were always the favourites in the neighbourhood i guess.  it kind of shaped us, you know? having that attention, it molded us and made us into better people.  people who wanted to give back, or entertain somehow.  so i guess it is an important part of me.  i love my parents, and i love who they were and are.  they’ve been helping us with our dreams even just by being who they are.”

SO LET’S TALK ABOUT YOUR GROUP.   LOTS OF FOCUS LIES ON YOU AS THE MOOD MAKER AND THE MAIN RAPPER.  HAVE YOU EVER FELT PRESSURED OR TIRED?

pressure? burdened? tired? never heard of her.

of course, he can’t say that aloud without the instructor raising a brow.  he’s got to maintain some level of professionalism - this isn’t a youtube video or an insta livestream anymore.  “ i wouldn’t say that.  there are times when everyone feels a little worn down, but i think that’s when you have to rely on your group to pick you back up.  i help to pick everyone up when they’re feeling down, and you know, they can return the favour when i need to rely on them too.”

“ rapping is different.  i carry most of that weight because most of our members are better at singing.  so i’ve done a lot of work to try and improve myself so that in turn, all of us can show a better side in front of our fans.”

was that okay? too much? he peers at the instructor, but he says nothing in response to him. there’s only just some notes scribbled on his file.

WAS THERE ANYONE IN PARTICULAR YOU LEANED ON DURING YOUR TRAINEE DAYS? MAYBE MEMBERS OF YOUR GROUP OR ANOTHER TRAINEE YOU KNEW FROM SEOCHO?

" i don’t know if you know this but -” and here, he leans in as if he’s whispering conspiratorially. “ one of my very best friends is one of the sphere boys.  hong jonghyun - do you know him?” jinseok leans back in his chair, almost sounding pleased with himself.  “ before i was signed to royal, he was always trying to help me get an in with baek jiyoung.  we even made up a plan to get my headshot slipped under her door.” he jokes, a smile playing wide on his lips and showing all his teeth.  “ whenever we’re together, we’re super loud.  everyone can tell we’re best friends, and i’m pretty sure we kind of ... take over a room.” he admits, shrugging his shoulders.  “ he helped me a lot while i was trying to get scouted, and even after i got signed.  i don’t know where i’d be without him.

he pauses - he should think up a story here even if he doesn’t know the royal trainees all that well yet besides jazz. it probably wouldn’t do to make it seem like his [ future ] members hadn’t helped him at all after getting signed.  “ as for my members, they were all pretty friendly when i got signed.  royal is a really .. tight knit company, even if it takes a long time for most to debut.  it means we see a lot of each other and try to stick together.  become a family, you know?”

HOW IS YOUR FAMILY TAKING YOUR GROUP’S SUCCESS, KNOWING THAT YOU BROUGHT THE SPOTLIGHT BACK TO THEM?

" well ..” he pauses, struggling for a minute.  “ i know my mom doesn’t like cameras.” jinseok scratches his cheek, thinking for a minute.  “ she’s gentle hearted, and prefers the quiet but she’s supported me from day one.  all of my family has.”  the tone is a little different here; it’s almost as if anyone could tell he’s worried about what his future fame would do to his mother.  “ but they’re all proud of me, and i think they prepared themselves.  my mom and dad have an album signed by all of us in a place of honour in their house.” he laughs, because he knows that will be true no matter what the future will bring.  “ i’m sure it will take some getting used to for them .. but i know that they’ll be fine.  we’re strong, all of us.”

the instructor’s brow raises as he writes down a few notes.  it’s a little unclear as to what he’s thinking, but jinseok is used to neutral expressions from people who are judging him.  he dealt with it in his audition, it’s no difference here.

what he doesn’t expect is a quick dismissal with barely a critique or a praise.  “ you can go now.”  it’s all that’s said.  

did he do a good job, or not? jinseok raises his brows in confusion but gets up from his chair, bowing before leaving the room.  perhaps it’s because he hasn’t had much experience in regards to everyone else at the company, after only being around for a month.  it’s not something to get anxious over though, since jinseok feels he did well - if he did poorly, surely they would have said something to him.

but only time will tell.

[thechasefiles]

The Chase Files Daily Newscap 3/16/2108

Good Morning #realdreamchasers! Here is The Chase Files Daily News Cap for Friday, 16th March 2018. Remember that you can read full articles via subscribing to Nation News Online, purchasing a Weekend Nation Newspaper (WN) or via Barbados Today (BT).

CITY RUN INCUMBENT BOSTIC NOT THREATENED BY NATLEE’S BID - I’m running for The City, so what! With that public declaration, this island’s best known prostitute threw her hat into the political ring, as Barbadians anxiously await the announcement of a date for the next general election. When Prime Minister Freundel Stuart rings the election bell, Natalie Natlee Harewood, whose “office” is said to be located in the red light district of Bush Hill, St Michael, will be contesting the City of Bridgetown seat as an independent. Natlee, who is best known here for her song Dirty Harry in which she took apart a client whom she said had wanted a relationship when she was only interested in conducting a business transaction with him, is set to make a significant shift in career from prostitute to politician. When contacted today for comment on the turn of events, Natlee, who created a stir nearly a year ago when she delivered what was deemed to be an outrageous and publicly offensive performance at Reggae on The Beach, said: “I have nothing to say to Barbados TODAY or any journalist.” However, she confirmed the news on her Instagram page, which has over 38 thousand followers. With a portrait of herself and the words, “Vote For Natalie” plastered on the image, she issued what she said was her political mission statement. “I want to help people, especially the poor, and I’m not coming to be fake, I’m coming real. Vote for me Natalie Harewood, City of Bridgetown.” She also promised that if elected, she would do her best on behalf of her constituents. “I’m going to put my best foot forward and that is a promise,” the prostitute, who calls herself a “night jobber”,  said. Barbados TODAY understands the candidate also ventured into Bridgetown yesterday in an attempt to sway members of the electorate and to announce herself as a prospective candidate. On social media Natlee has already been getting some much-needed support from her followers. One Instagramer said: “Got my vote, well done Nat! Please place the x in the box properly. Don’t let it touch the lines. Let’s do this for Nat. I sorry she isn’t running for St Philip West. Let’s go there.” Another commented: “Go Nat, you have my support, you have my vote.” However, at least one person opposed the prostitute’s decision. “You’re going to have a hard time getting people to really and truly support you,” the poster said, with prostitution currently illegal in Barbados, despite its known existence in the informal sector. It is understood that Harewood is a single parent who was forced into her current lifestyle in order to support her offspring, having failed in her attempts to find  conventional employment. When contacted, Barbados Labour Party candidate Jeffrey Bostic, who represented The City in the last Parliament which was dissolved earlier this month, told Barbados TODAY he saw no problem with Harewood challenging him at the polls. “I really don’t have a problem with it. If Natalie satisfies the criteria, there is nothing wrong. It is in her rights if she wants to contest the seat. I don’t have an issue with it at all,” Bostic said, adding: “I don’t focus on any of my opponents. I don’t judge them. I respect whoever comes up against me, but I just focus on myself and what I have to do. That is what I have been doing and I will continue to do that. That is my focus at the moment.” In fact, despite Natlee’s popularity, Bostic said he did not feel threatened, and was upbeat about his chances at the polls, as well as those of the Mia Mottley-led BLP. “I am confident in what I am doing. I am not arrogant or overconfident in terms of being re-elected, but I think I have done quite a bit of work in the City of Bridgetown and it is up to the people to make that determination as to whether they think I am deserving of re-election. I believe I am, but the decision rests with the people. “I am very confident in the ability of my party and that we will be returned to run the affairs of this country,” Bostic said. The other candidates in the race are newcomer Henderson Williams of the incumbent Democratic Labour Party and Lynette Eastmond of the United Progressive Party. To qualify as a candidate, all that is required from an eligible Barbadian is a $250 deposit on Nomination Day, and to be proposed and seconded by two people. The Prime Minister is yet to fix the dates for either the poll or the nominations, which must take place before June, with a record number of political aspirants expected on the 2018 ballot.  (BT)

NATALIE ENTERS POLITICAL CAMPAIGN - Well-known sex worker Natalie Harewood is contesting this year’s general election. The self-proclaimed lady of the night is creating political history by being the first known sex-worker to do so. Harewood, 36, gained notoriety two years ago with her explicit viral postings on social media and is vying for The City constituency. Earlier this week she was at Nelson Street canvassing and said she wanted to bring an alternative hope to  those she feels have been overlooked and discarded by the traditional politician and political parties. “I know them [the people] understand me. I does understand them because in life you got to understand young people. We were young and we got to understand them. Respect due at all times. You got to talk to these young people and let them know this is a real life . . . . “I was a single mum and I didn’t have anyone to help me and the only way that I could have done something was to sell my body to help my children to get them big. But if I could have changed my life I would never ever prostituted. If I had the sense I had today, I would never do that,”said Harewood who is selling her message as an independent. She will be running against Barbados Labour Party (BLP) incumbent retired Lieutenant Colonel Jeffrey Bostic, United Progressive Party (UPP) leader, former senator Lynette Eastmond and Democratic Labour Party (DLP) candidate credit unionist Henderson Williams. “. . . .I would never encourage a young person to prostitute their body that is not nice. So many young girls does message me and tell me they would like to do that and I try to [discourage] them. [That’s why] I would like to pave a way for young people, especially young girls, so they don’t have to go and do what I did when my children were younger. I don’t know what people think about me, I am not a bad person. I see how much people love me, I does see it daily and I can try and help my people,” she said. She also considers herself a positive role model but admitted that at first she was hesitant to claim such a title because she believed this was the role of parents. Harewood, who said that she was serious about the move and she had already landed a proposer and a seconder and was awaiting the election date annoucement to pay her $250. She has a following of almost 40 000 people on the social media site Instagram.   “I am going forward and I am trying to do my best to help the poor people in Barbados and I am not turning back. Nothing beats a try. It was too much fake all these years. I am the real deal right now for my people. It isn’t no more lies. I am not a politician; I don’t know the first thing about politics but I know Barbados is hard and my poor people want help, we want jobs. Too much crime in Barbados. Too much young people coming out on the streets to prostitute their bodies for money. We  need help. That’s all I know.” Some of the issues raised were: sanitation, unemployment and road infrastructure and a the lack of green spaces for the children to play in The City. (WN)

CANADA STANDING BEHIND HIGH COMMISSIONER LEGAULT – Canada is standing behind High Commissioner to Barbados Marie Legault who was strongly criticised this week by Minister of Education Ronald Jones. In a statement through her spokesman, Canadian Foreign Minister Chrystia Freeland made it clear that Legault was “in no way endorsing any candidate in their upcoming election.” She added: “On the contrary, she was (speaking) to Canada’s well-established feminist foreign policy as the keynote speaker at an event highlighting gender issues in the Caribbean on International Women’s Day. Canada is proud to support the greater participation of women in all spheres, including politics and government, around the world.” Speaking at a Democratic Labour Party meeting on Sunday, Jones suggested that Legault should be recalled to Canada. This was in response to comments she made last week in which she said she was "taken aback" at previous statements by call-in program host Maureen Holder questioning whether Barbados was ready for a female Prime Minister. "How dare you?" said Jones of Legault, adding: "You should be asked to leave or your government should tell you to come home because ‘you have interfered in the domestic political affairs of Barbados. Pack your georgie bundles and go." He suggested that "there is a wicked and deliberate attempt by one or two forces in Barbados who have the honour representing their country on sovereign soil in Barbados” to interfere in Barbados' politics. "I become seriously offended when somehow your garters pop, everything expose and in a demonstration of your proclivities and because you are functioning with some knowledge that I don’t have, you decide to make certain utterances....Get out! You can’t come and because you eat muskrats (species of rodent native to Canada and some parts of the US) you can come and tell us to eat rats."  Speaking at the W Portfolio event for International Women's Day last week, Legault stated: “Given the history, I have to say that I was taken aback when in January I saw political analyst Maureen Holder asking if Barbados was ready for a female Prime Minister and advocating for a national debate on it. I think every country is ready for a male or female prime minister. Gender does not have an impact." Holder's comments came against the background of the pending general elections pending where Opposition Leader Mia Mottley will be leading the Barbados Labour Party. “Has this nation given (a female prime minister) any serious thought, or is it a case that people are so fed up with the DLP that they feel they have no other choice but to accept the next best alternative?” Holder said in January, according to Nation News.  (WN)

SCATHING BRITISH TELEGRAPH REPORT ON BARBADOS – Barbados’ tourism image has been cast in a very negative light in its main source market as a result of the ongoing sewage crisis. In a scathing article which carried the headline, The stench of economic decay is overwhelming Barbados, Julia Bradshaw, business editor of the United Kingdom-based Daily Telegraph, warned her readers that “Barbados stinks. It really does”, as she reported on the vexing sewage mess, which has so far resulted in the closure of several establishments and hundreds of thousands of dollars in losses to hoteliers. “A foul effluvium bubbles up from the manhole covers and rainwater drains in the streets, pours into the roads and pavements, and out on to the island’s pristine beaches 24 hours a day,” the article said. The Telegraph is considered one of the UK’s main national daily publications with circulation of close to half a million up to last year, and reaches millions online. Aware of the likely impact of the sewage crisis on the island’s bread and butter tourism industry, the author said “this tragedy is a catastrophe for a country so dependent on tourism and a national humiliation for an island that was once a model of success in the Caribbean”. Just yesterday Chief Executive Officer of the Barbados Hotel and Tourism Association (BHTA) Rudy Grant told the association’s quarterly meeting that at least two hotel properties had losses of about $222,000 in cancellations between December 2017 and February 2018 due to the sewage crisis. Grant also told the gathering of mostly industry players, but which also included Barbados Labour Party spokesman on tourism Ronald Toppin and Minister of Labour Dr Esther Byer-Suckoo, that he had already spoken to Government “with respect to how we believe the issue of the plant should be dealt with”. The sewage problem, which now seem to be somewhat under control since the introduction of injection wells, has so far resulted in the closure of the Worthing post office, the St Lawrence Primary School and popular restaurant Chicken Barn. Bradshaw, who did not say where her information came from, but gave the impression that she had actually lived in Barbados, warned that the “sewage problem is blighting the entire south coast of the island I used to call home”. She also suggested that the entire situation could have been avoided, while further cautioning that it had “the makings of a serious economic and social crisis”. The writer claimed that because of the stench tourists were leaving and many who have not yet arrived were cancelling flights. She also charged that the sewage problem was “a symptom of the incompetence and perceived corruption of the current administration, which Barbadians have dubbed the ‘do-little government’”. In the damning report, Bradshaw said instead of carrying out maintenance on the sewerage system over the years, resources were “poured into the construction of a smart new multi-million dollar” headquarters for the state-owned Barbados Water Authority. Construction on the approximately $63 million, 80,000 square foot Pine, St Michael building began in 2012 and was completed in 2015. “Worse still, it could have been avoided had the authorities undertaken required maintenance on the water and sewage system installed in 2002 under an Inter-American [Development] Bank loan,” she said. Bradshaw said the sewage mess was coupled with the island’s high fiscal deficit, falling reserves, low credit ratings, a slowdown in foreign direct investment and high debt, “and still the Government takes no action”. “The rapid deterioration that has taken place in Barbados over the past few years on the back of the country’s economic malaise is shocking,” she said. In her biting report, Bradshaw also pointed to school violence, broken infrastructure, crime, dumping and littering, while pointing out that general elections were due in the coming months and the incoming administration would be met with “the same notorious message – ‘there is no money left’”. Mindful that the report could hurt this island’s reputation, Barbados TODAY sought a reaction from the Barbados Tourism Marketing Inc (BTMI) on the development. However, Chief Executive Officer William Billy Griffith would only say, “my only comment at this stage is that a response is forthcoming”. Barbados TODAY understands that after learning of the report BTMI officials had met with the officials from the Ministry of Tourism.  (BT)

CLOSER SCRUTINY – The Fair Trading Commission (FTC) has commenced investigations into the poultry, telecommunications and hospitality industries in an effort to determine if any of them is involved in anticompetitive practices. Word of this has come from Director of Fair Competition Antonio Thompson, who said consumers would be given a chance in the coming weeks to share their views on some areas, including pricing and quality. Addressing the FTC’s tenth annual training programme at Accra Beach Hotel today, Thompson said the Fair Competition Division was “really and truly driving the poultry study”, while he was liaising with the Consumer Protection Division on the probes into the hospitality and telecoms sectors.  (BT)

BHTA SAYS GOVERNMENT STILL TOO SLOW WITH CONCESSIONS – With several hotels here gearing up to pump millions of dollars into the ailing economy this coming summer, the Barbados Hotel and Tourism Association (BHTA) is complaining that Government is still too slow to respond to applications for concessions under the Tourism Development Act (TDA). Chief Executive Officer Rudy Grant told yesterday’s quarterly meeting at the Barbados Hilton Resort that hoteliers intended to spend $20 million in improvements and would like to take advantage of the TDA and other measures, such as the Shipping Incentives Act. However, Grant complained in his report about the length of time it takes for Government to authorize the concessions allowed under the legislation. “One of the things that we do have to ensure is that these pieces of legislation, the benefits are facilitated in a more timely manner. It is still taking too long for members when they apply, to access the concessions and we have to make every effort to ensure that there is more timely delivery between the application and the final approval,” Grant said. Among those set to undergo refurbishment this year are Courtyard by Marriott, Cobblers Cove Hotel, Sugar Bay Resort, Coral Reef Club, Rosebank Apartments, Worthing Court Hotel, Bougainvillea Beach Resort, Beach View Hotel, The Sandpiper, Sand Acres, and South Gap Hotel. However, the most significant investment will come from Butterfly Beach Hotel, which is set to spend between $3.5 and $5 million, with Coral Reef Club expected to invest $3 million, Cobblers Cove, $1.5 to $2 million; South Gap Hotel, $2 million; and the Courtyard by Marriott, $1 million. The other pending investments range from $100,000 to $900,000. Various hotel properties spent a combined $30 million in upgrades last year.    Grant said in addition to lobbying for timelier access to concessions, the BHTA would continue to petition the various Government entities for promised changes to guidelines related to the National Social Responsibility Levy (NSRL). Following the announcement by Minister of Finance Chris Sinckler last year of a 400 per cent increase in the contentious NSRL, BHTA Chairperson Roseanne Myers had told the association’s annual general meeting in June that the controversial levy would not apply to tourism-related companies covered by the TDA. Grant yesterday stressed the need for speedier action on the part of the authorities whenever commitments are given to hoteliers. (BT)

BWA EXPECTS DYE TEST RESULTS THIS WEEK - The Barbados Water Authority (BWA) is this week expecting to receive the findings from dye test samples taken from the vicinity of new injection wells on the sewage-infested south coast.  BWA General Manager Keithroy Halliday told Barbados TODAY if the test results proved favourable, this would pave the way for repairs to begin on the main or effluent line, thereby bringing further relief to residents and businesses affected by the flow of sewage. “The well-testing was done about four days from Friday, I think, onward. We took dye samples from a number of locations where we expect to be affected, including the swamp. Samples were sent overseas for specific testing. Once we get that information in - I am sure hoping to get it in this week - we will sit with the EPD [Environmental Protection Department], the MOH [Ministry of Health], possibly the Coastal Zone Management Unit, we will look at the analysis, we will look at what the information means in terms of helping us understand the filtration . . . permeability, and to understand where exactly we expect the plumes would manifest themselves,” Halliday said. He assured Barbadians that the wells were sufficiently deep and the injection would go into waters with such high salt levels that all the bacteria would be killed. The BWA boss also said the engineers were comfortable the injection wells were the correct option and would not harm the nearshore or the environment. (BT)

TESTING NATURAL DISASTER READINESS – An earthquake and the resulting tsunami devastated Barbados yesterday, but many Barbadians did not seem to know about it. As part of the annual tsunami exercise Caribe Wave, the Department of Emergency Management (DEM) in Warrens, St Michael, had largely been “evacuated” as it had been compromised during the natural disaster. Instead, the communications aspect had been moved to the Arch Hall Fire Academy in St Thomas, while a control team stayed behind. “We are now in the warning stage where people are moving to higher ground. We chose Arch Hall for relocation as there is already communications equipment there, plus it’s on higher ground,” said Caribbean Disaster Emergency Management Agency operations specialist retired Brigadier General Earl Arthurs. He said, while the Barbados Government Information Service had been broadcasting alerts, there was no wish to inadvertently cause any panic, so the operation was not fully showcased. In Holetown, students and business houses participated in the exercise, a simulation where an 8.3 magnitude earthquake triggered tsunami waves of 30.6 metres. Students and teachers of the St James Primary School assembled at Morgan’s Hill under the supervision of emergency officials from the DEM, Roving Response Team, Fire Service and more. Programme officer at the DEM, Danielle Skeete, said the exercise was done to test protocols and familiarise the students with the proper procedure in the event of a real emergency, adding it was a success. She was pleased with how the exercises went, but wanted more organisations to take part. (WN)

WAIT IS OVER – The long wait is over for immigration officers, who are due to move to new headquarters at the beginning of next month after seven years of waiting, agitation and protests, including working half day over the last two months. The National Union of Public Workers (NUPW), which represents the officers, today revealed that it had received word from Chief Immigration Officer Wayne Marshall that the new offices at the Barbados Tourism Investment Inc (BTI) car park on Princess Alice Highway in Bridgetown was all but ready for the workers to move in. (BT)

Changes to national drug formulary effective April 1 - Effective April 1, there will be changes to the Barbados National Drug Formulary, which will involve the deletion of some drugs and the addition of others. Persons who benefit from free drugs under the formulary are advised to check with their medical practitioners to find out if the medications they are currently taking will be affected by these changes. According to a statement from the Barbados Drug Service, the Drug Formulary Committee recently undertook a comprehensive review of some of the therapeutic categories within the formulary, in consultation with a cross-section of stakeholders, including doctors and pharmacists. The official list of prescribable medicines is updated every two years to ensure that the best and most appropriate pharmaceuticals are available to the public, the statement disclosed. The Drug Service has advised persons whose medications will no longer be available on the formulary that their current prescriptions can be repeated until the end of September, provided that the prescription was initially filled before the end of March. Categories of persons who receive free medication are those aged 65 and over; children under 16 years; and all persons, irrespective of age, who receive prescribed formulary drugs for the treatment of diabetes, hypertension, asthma, cancer, glaucoma and epilepsy. For more information about the changes, persons may check with their medical practitioner or pharmacist, or contact the Barbados Drug Service at 535-4300, or e-mail drugservice@health.gov.bb. (BT)

CHILD ADVOCATE IN FAVOR OF FLOGGING BAN – The call by new Unicef representative Dr Aloys Kamuragiye for the banning of corporal punishment in Barbados has received the backing of at least one child advocate. Chairperson of the National Committee Monitoring the Rights of the Child, Faith Marshall-Harris, renewed her support for a ban during the UNICEF Eastern Caribbean area meeting with the committee at the Ministry of Social Care in Warrens on Wednesday. During a presentation of statistics on Barbados’ progress in the sustainable development goals, Kamuragiye explained that a country’s profile was assessed by five broad dimensions: survival and thriving, learning, protection, environment and fair chance. He said the island was marked particularly weak in the areas of protection and fair chance due to insufficient and no data.  He reported that under protection, 75 per cent of children aged one to 14 had “experienced physical punishment and/or psychological aggression by caregivers in the past month”. Kamuragiye urged the Ministry of Education to promote alternative ways to discipline rather than the culturally accepted corporal punishment. Marshall-Harris, a retired magistrate of the Juvenile Court, agreed that more emphasis needed to be placed on alternatives to punishment. She said that because using lashes was a cultural norm, change would not occur overnight and therefore the efforts must be sustained. “The concern that I have is, as long as children know that they can push you and push to the point where you will go to that point . . . ; if on the other hand,  they know that the cut-off point is somewhere else, ‘Like I am going to take away your tablet’, then that becomes the standard. “You don’t have to beat them . . . because you can lower the bar on punishment, ” she said. Deputy Principal of Graydon Sealy Secondary School, Peter Skeete, said that many educators, while acknowledging that corporal punishment may not improve learning outcomes, contended that it affected behaviour. He said many teachers saw flogging as an effective way to control deviance and would likely push back against any bid to remove it. He added that many educators would challenge UNICEF’s equating physical punishment and psychological aggression.   (WN)

SENIOR CITIZEN SETTLING IN NEW LOCATION AFTER EVICTION – Luinda McKree has settled comfortably into her new location at Lancaster House, St James. McKree was evicted from her home at Tichbourne, Howell’s Cross Road home on Tuesday morning by court marshals on the behalf of the RBC Royal Bank of Canada following the conclusion of an ongoing court case which reportedly lasted seven years. Providing an update on McKree’s condition yesterday, Reverend Dr David Durant, Chairman of the National Assistance Board, told the Weekend Nation she was “doing well”. “She’s settled in quite nicely. A number of people that know her called to check up on her . . . some of whom were extended family. She is safe and we have her valuables stored in a container. The other things that weren’t valuable were taken to the dump,” he said. Durant also made a correction to her age. He originally reported to the media she was 69 years old but said after further checks, realised she was actually 74 years old. He said she would be allowed to stay at the house until other accommodations was made for her. “She is comfortable but of course she is grieving about the situation. We provided counselling and medical health checks for her so we know what condition she is in. She will be here as long as needs be. We just want to make her as comfortable as possible,” he added. When the Weekend Nation contacted RBC for comment, senior manager communications, Southern Caribbean, Hanneke Stomp-Harmsen who responded on the behalf of the bank said such matters were strictly confidential.  “RBC respects the privacy of its client. We do not discuss matters relating to our clients with third parties or media, as this is confidential,” Stomp-Harmsen said.   (WN)

12 warrants issued for PSV conductor’s arrest -  A public service vehicle (PSV) conductor, for whom 12 warrants of arrest were issued, ran out of luck today as he was remanded to prison. Shamar O’brien Blackman, of London Bourne Towers, Bay Street, St Michael, appeared before Magistrate Graveney Bannister in the District ‘A’ Traffic Court this morning where he threw in the towel and pleaded guilty to ten traffic charges, dating back to June 2011, including having excess passengers and giving police a false name and address. He was slapped with $2,050 in fines for the offences, which he was unable to pay by the end of the day’s sitting. Today, Blackman also appeared in the No. 1 District ‘A’ Magistrates’ Court where there was also an outstanding warrant for his arrest. Magistrate Douglas Frederick informed Blackman that he had not attended court for the past three years after he was granted $5,000 bail on the indictable November 23, 2009 charge of allegedly having intercourse with a 15-year-old girl. However, Blackman claimed that when he attended court in the past his name was never on the call list. He also told the magistrate that he had moved from his previous address; therefore court marshals could not locate him. However, his surety withdrew today, resulting in Blackman being remanded until April 12. (BT)

Guilty as charged! DRIVER CONVICTED FOR INDECENTLY ASSAULTING 11-YEAR-OLD - A driver was remanded to Dodds prison this afternoon after he was found guilty of indecently assaulting an 11-year-old schoolgirl on September 19, 2007. It took the nine-member jury about 30 minutes to arrive at the verdict against Berkeley Anthony Brathwaite, of No. 51 Rices, St Philip, after hearing evidence, presented over two days, by the victim, her mother and three police officers.  However, with the court still to decide what his final fate will be, Brathwaite’s attorney Steve Gollop today argued that his client was a fit and proper candidate to continue bail, as he had not infringed his conditions for the past 11 years.  Gollop even suggested that additional conditions could be attached to Brathwaite’s bail, such as reporting to a police station and handing over his passport to the authorities.  The attorney also informed the court that Brathwaite was self-employed and had one dependent. Therefore, to place him “on remand right now will disrupt that relationship and his business,” the defence attorney argued, in appealing for his client’s release. However, Principal Crown Counsel Alliston Seale countered, pointing out that Brathwaite was no longer an accused, but a convicted man, and as such the “table has turned”. “He has been convicted of a very serious offence which carries [a term of] imprisonment,” the prosecutor said. Following those submissions, Justice Randall Worrell requested that Brathwaite’s surety attends court on March 23 when both sides are due to make fresh submissions on bail. In the meantime, a pre sentencing report has been ordered on Brathwaite, who was 44 years old at the time of the offence and who has two previous convictions, dating back to 1992. (BT)

WOMAN PLEADS GUILTY TO THEFT AND MONEY LAUNDERING -  A Christ Church woman, who thought she was making “an honest dollar”, has pleaded guilty to theft and money laundering in the High Court. Sally-Ann Rosita Ramsay, of Enterprise Gardens, admitted before Justice Randall Worrell today in the No. 2 Supreme Court to stealing $8,100 belonging to Hazel Tempro and disposing of the proceeds of crime, sometime between August 26 and 27, 2013. Based on the facts presented in court, Tempro, a retired nurse, received a call on the morning of August 26 from someone who identified themselves as her friend.  Following that conversation, she visited the Royal Bank of Canada Broad Street Branch and withdrew $9,000. She kept $900 and gave the remainder to Ramsay, who identified herself as ‘Ann’ when they met up at a popular Bridgetown store. Tempro handed Ramsay the money as her ‘friend’ had instructed. The next day Tempro received another telephone call. This time from “John, a stock broker” who was allegedly connected to her ‘friend’. This resulted in her visiting her financial institution for a second time to withdraw money. However, a bank teller cautioned her against doing so. The police were summoned and Ramsay was detained. “I don’t know what this is about. All I know is that my stepbrother, who my father used to raise, asked me to do him a favour by collecting some money for him and I did so,” Ramsay had told police when asked to account for her actions. Ramsay, who was 40 years old at the time of her arrest, had also explained in a statement to police that early in the year her father’s son, who she did not remember, came to visit her at home and during their conversation had asked her to do a job for him. “He told me that he wants me to do work with John. He told me that John is a big man at the Bridgetown Port. He told me that all I had to do is go to the banks and collect money from people,” the statement read. The accused also stated that after collecting the money from Tempro, she handed it over to her brother who gave her $100 as payment.  Today Ramsay told Justice Worrell: “At the time I didn’t know I was getting myself into this kind of trouble. I thought I was working for an honest dollar. I didn’t know it would have been like this.” A pre sentencing report has been ordered and is expected by May 10. (BT)

SPRINGER AND ST MICHAEL LEAD AFTER DAY ONE OF BSSAC – It is a wide open race in both sections of the PowerAde Barbados Secondary Schools’ Athletics Championships after the first day at the National Stadium today. Scotiabank Springer Memorial lead the girls with 185 points, a mere four points ahead of last year's champions Christ Church Foundation. The other main contenders, the St Michael School, are third on 168. In the boys, champions St. Michael are out front with 139 points. Foundation are second with 123.50 and Harrison College third with 87 points. There were five records - four on track and the other in the field. Harrison College’s Jonathan Jones warmed up for CARIFTA with a meet record in the 400 metres in the under 20 boys division. Jones clocked 46.80 seconds, erasing a 17 year-old record set by Christ Church Foundation’s Wilan Louis in 2001. “I am glad I got the meet record. I wish it could have been faster but I just want to thank the Lord I got through it. It is perhaps a medal time in CARIFTA but I just like to come out and give it my all,” Jones said nonchalantly after the race. In-form Under-17 hurdler Sarah Belle of Foundation beat her own meet record set in this year’s zone meet, posting 14.05 seconds in the final, leading from start to finish finish. Belle is already focused on the Bahamas. “I hope I can win a gold medal for my country and give God the praises.” Jadon Pearce of St. Leonard’s set a junior boys record in the 100 metre hurdles in a time of 13.39 seconds. The day was doubly delightful for Mary Fraser, who won the first track event of the day, holding off a strong challenge from the precocious 12 year-old Layla Haynes of Harrison College to take the girls’ Open 3000 metres. She did the journey in 11:04.01 and Haynes ran 11:04.98. Fraser eased ahead of Harrison College’s Charissa Moore to triumph in the under 20 1500 metres. The Darryl Jordan student stated: “I am happy with what I did today because I am coming back to full fitness.” Triston Gibbons continued his outstanding form, breaking his own discus record in the Under-20 boys. The Harrisonian had a mark of 57.22 metres. He is already CARIFTA bound. Shemia Odaine narrowly missed the CARIFTA standard in the Under-20 girls’ long jump with a leap of 5.77 metres. Shanice Hutson of Coleridge & Parry had a good throw of 13.13 metres in the Under-17 girls’ shot put.  (WN)

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