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talesofarcadia78 · 3 years

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Sorceress of Arcadia || Becoming Part 1

Summary: Y/n Lake is Jim Lake's older sister. She discovers that she is sorceress and her brother is the Trollhunter. She and the Trollhunters go on adventures together, they save trolls and humans. Along the way, a friend becomes more than just a friend and discovers their secrets.

Warnings: Bruises, mention of blood, pain

Word count: 3,514

Tags: @lunariasilver

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Beep! Beep! Beep!

UHH!

My stupid alarm clock woke me out of my perfect slumber. You rolled over to your side and glanced at your alarm clock. 6:30 AM. You groaned, today was Tuesday, which meant SCHOOL!

After another minute of groaning, you got up and walked over out of your bedroom and into the bathroom. You brushed your teeth and took a quick shower and got ready. You looked at yourself in the mirror.

“Looking good, y/n!”, you thought to yourself and got out of the bathroom and rushed downstairs to the living room. You saw that Jim was already up and making what looked like breakfast but you might wrong though.

“Good morning Jim! Your dear old sister is very hungry! Have you made anything for her?” you asked, walking through into the kitchen.

“Morning y/n! You’re only 18, three years older, not that old. But yes, I have! Here”, he handed you a plate with an omelette and a glass of juice.

“Thanks!”, as you walked out of the kitchen and sat at the dining table.

You quickly finished you’re breakfast and ran upstairs to grab your bag. You noticed that Jim was in your mom’s room, leaving breakfast there for her. You smiled. Jim took so much care for our mom. She was working double shifts lately, and she wasn’t getting enough rest and ‘me time’.

Jim closed mom’s room’s door, and headed downstairs with you.

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As the garage door opened, you saw that the garbage bin was laying on the floor with rubbish spilling out.

“Uh. Raccoons!”, Jim said, annoyed.

He picked up the rubbish, when Toby (Jim’s best friend) rides over to us from him house across from us.

“C’mon Jimbo, y/n, we’re late for school”, he said, buckling his helmet on.

“I know. I was busy with the lunches. One for mom, y/n, me and you”, he said walking with his bike to him and handing him a brown paper bag.

Toby peeked into the contents of the bag.

“I can’t, I’m on a diet”, handing the paper bag back to Jim.

“You’ve been on a diet for 14 years Tobes!”, Jim argued, pushing the Toby’s hand away.

They continued bickering, when I got my bike and ringed it’s bell, catching the boys attention.

“Well I’m heading to school. See ya later!”, you said, riding off

You took in the morning view of the beautiful mountains and canals. You would never want to leave Arcadia. As you rode your Vespa through town, you saw many people driving to work and walking to school. Some people were at the cafe or at a shop. You noticed a guy turn a sign from ‘close’ to ‘open’ for GDT Arcane Books. He was tall and skinny, wearing a black shirt and jacket with black jeans and black shoes. He had raven black hair with blue dyed tips.

Hmm, I’ve never seen him around town before. You knew practically everyone in town except for the students at Arcadia Oaks High, other then Jim and Toby. I rode until your school came into sight, Arcadia Oaks Academy. You didn’t go to the same school Jim because your mom, Barbara Lake, couldn’t afford both of us going to Arcadia Oaks High, so I went to the other school, since it was cheaper.

You parked your bike and hung your helmet on one of the handles. You walked through the entrance and were quickly greeted with your best friend, Rachael and Izzy.

“Y/n! Guess what happened!”, both of them squealed.

“What?! Tom Holland is coming to Arcadia?”, you asked, jokingly.

“Nope! I wish! But I got you-know-who’s Instagram!”, Izzy said, jumping up and down.

You looked over at Rachael, she nodded.

“Wow! Good job Izzy. Now you just need to become friends in the real world, not just the Instagram world”, you said walking over to your locker.

“Uhh....maybe”, Izzy said.

You grabbed your books and shoved them in your backpack, it was an urban backpack, so there weren’t any zips, just weird looking strips that magnetically connected. So you were having a hard time, zips were way more efficient.

You slammed your locker closed and headed to our first class of the day, HPE theory. You were walking to class while talking with Rachael and Izzy when, you saw Jim calling me. you stopped and picked up.

“What’s up, I have my first class in 5 minutes, so hurry”, you said quickly.

“Sorry y/n! I found something in the canals, that was calling my name, strange. But I’ll tell you after school. Bye!”, he said and hung up before you even had a chance at saying ‘bye’.

You put your phone in your pocket and were about continue to class, when you tripped over your feet and descended to the ground. You were ready for the impact but you never felt it.

Huh? You looked up, and saw the same guy from the bookstore. He had grabbed you by your arms. You quickly got up and faced the guy.

“Thank you! I can be very clumsy sometimes. Oh sorry, I’m y/n”, I said, stretching out my hand to shake.

“No problem! I’m Douxie. Nice to meet you y/n. Oh and...”, he said, then ruffled through his pockets and took out two cards.

He handed them to me, GDT Arcane Books and Mr. Benoit’s cafe business cards.

“I work there. It’ll be great to see you around there”, he said, not meeting your gaze.

“Sure! You look new, you just came here?”, you asked.

“Nah. I just don’t really show my face to the public other then at school”, he replied.

“Oh okay. Well, I’ll see you around, bye”, you said turning around to go to class.

“Bye”, he said heading the other way.

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The whole day was exhausting for you. After your last class, you left and went to your brother’s high school.

Jim rode over to me, as well as Toby.

“Hey Jim! How was your day?”, you asked, as you rode your bike along side him.

“It was good, I kinda got into a fight with Steve, cause he was bullying Eli, so yeah...”, he said, trying to sound like it was normal.

“Yeah! Did you see how I chanted ‘let him out! let him out!”, Toby exclaimed, proud of himself. “Good thing your mom’s a doctor”, he said, while mom drove up to us.

“Hey kids”, mom greeted us, rolling down the window.

Toby tried to stop in-front the car while he said,

“Looking sharp Dr. L”, as he stopped and came into mom’s view.

“Thanks Toby. You’re looking sharp yourself”, she complimented him.

“Oh really! It shows?”, Toby says, showing his ‘muscles’.

You chuckled.

While Jim and mom were talking, you waved mom bye and rode to your house. You put your bike in the garage and walked upstairs to your room. You dropped you bag on the floor, and took your laptop out and started doing your homework. Then you heard the front door open, must be Jim.

You ran downstairs, finding him sitting on the edge of the couch and looking at what looked like an amulet.

“I have a feeling that this is what you wanted to show me”, you said, sitting next to him.

“Yeah. Toby and I found it in the canals in the morning. It was calling my name. Strange right?”, he explained.

You nodded. You then looked at the amulet, it looked ancient. Jim suddenly, started talking to it. When the amulet didn’t say anything, he got frustrated and told it,

“Come one speak up or else you’re going up on eBay!”

He sounded stupid at this point, he was talking to an inanimate object for God’s sake! Then we heard something from the basement. We glanced at each other and headed to the basement.

“Uh! Must be raccoons!”, you said, getting a broom for Jim and getting yourself a metal stick.

We headed down the stairs and then saw....nothing. We went further in when you heard something behind you. You tapped Jim’s shoulder and turned around.

A blue creature that had 6 eyes and 4 arms came out of the shadow’s.

“Master Jim!”, it said.

Jim started screaming, when another creature was behind us. It was bigger, had green hair and grey skin, well stone.

“Hi!”, it said.

You wanted to scream, but you couldn’t. Then you looked at the creatures and backed away terrified. You couldn’t hear what they were saying since you were in your own thoughts.

How did they get in? What do they want? What are they? How do they know Jim?

Then you snapped back into reality. The creatures were introducing themselves. The multi-eyed guy was Blinky and the brute was AAARRRGGHH and they were ‘trolls’. Then Jim passed out. You looked at the trolls.

“Don’t go near my brother!”, you shouted at them and stuck your metal stick out at them.

“Do not worry sister of Master Jim, we will not harm him”, Blinky said, trying to calm you down.

But that didn’t work you felt very scared, but you had to look confident, the complete opposite. Then suddenly, aqua coloured sparks started to flare out of your hands and onto the stick you were holding. Then a ball of aqua looking sparks shot out and towards the trolls. It hit them, making them stumble back.

“Hmm. Master Jim’s sister is a sorceress. Who knew?!”, Blinky whispered to AAARRRGGHH.

“I-I’m a what?”, you asked, lowering the stick.

“A sorceress. In simpler words, you have magic”, Blinky explained, “We should make our exit. Lovely meeting you sister of Master Jim. We-”.

“My name is y/n. So call me that”, you said, introducing yourself.

“Oh okay. Lovely meeting you, y/n. Well, goodbye, we will be seeing you soon”, Blinky said and AAARRRGGHH waved. Then they were gone.

You looked down at Jim.

“What have you gotten yourself and me into Jim”, you said, as you picked him up and took him back to the living room.

You set him on the couch, and went upstairs to sleep.

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You had gotten up a bit more early and got dressed. It wasn’t the best outfit but how cares?

You grabbed your backpack and headed downstairs. You looked at the clock, it was 7. You then looked at the couch were Jim was sleeping, he was snoring very loudly. You quickly wrote down a note for Jim:

Morning sleepyhead, I’m out, since you were asleep, no one was going make breakfast, so I’m grabbing something for Mr. Benoit’s. See ya after school. 🤪

You rode you way over to the cafe and placed your bike near a window. You walked inside and was about to order, when Douxie walked up.

“Hey y/n. Were you going to order something?” Douxie asked.

“Hey Douxie, actually I was just going to get black coffee,” you replied.

He help up a coffee cup. You smiled and thanked him as the two of you settled at a table. You drank your coffee quietly, while Douxie ate his muffin.

“Wanna go to school together?” he asked.

“Sure” you replied.

You grabbed your bike while Douxie grabbed his. You both rided along side each other and talked. When the school came into view, Douxie asked,

“Wanna race?”

“Why not!”, you replied.

You both start peddling faster. When thought you were just about to win, Douxie peddled a bit faster. You pressed the brakes, but you didn’t stop. It did not end well. You skidded on the concrete, scraping your hands, making them bleed, and you ankle landed the wrong way when you fell to the floor. Douxie was just about to rush over and help you when a bunch of girls came up to him and started oooing and ahhing over him. He tried to go over to you but he couldn’t.

You looked at your hands, there were bleeding a lot. You tried to stand up but as soon as you did, you fell back onto the floor, screaming in pain. Your ankle was not okay. Douxie had heard your scream, making him loose his patience.

“Excuse me girls! I need to get to a very important person, so please,” he shouted, sprinting to you.

“Y/n! Your hands...”, he said, worriedly, looking at your hands.

He took your hands in his and inspected the scrapes. As he touched your wrist, you winced, he had touched a bruise. He saw you wince in pain, so he quickly apologised. He looked at your ankle, it was turning to a purple shade. Since you couldn’t walk, he would carry you. He placed one of his hands under your knees and the other behind your back and lifted you up.

“Douxie, this isn’t necessary. I can pull my own weight,” I protested.

He had pulled you close to his chest, so you wouldn’t accidentally fall.

You noticed that he was pretty tall, so you wrapped your arms over his shoulders and clinged onto him for dear life.

“You can’t pull your weight, clearly and this was the only way. Plus I don’t think you have a lot of weight to pull,” he said.

He was clearly referring to me being light.

He carried me across the school, getting everyone’s attention. We were about half way to the nurses office when Izzy and Rachael came rushed over to us.

“Y/n! What happened?” they both asked.

“My brakes were not working, so I skidded on concrete and my ankle landed the wrong way so I can’t walk. I told Douxie that I could pull my own weight but he didn’t listen and so he now carrying me to the nurses office,” you explained.

“Well look at the bright side! You’re getting carried by Douxie! Douxie!” Rachael said.

Douxie and you blushed.

“It’s nothing. I can do anything for y/n,” Douxie said calmly.

Izzy and Rachael eyebrows shot up at his statement. Douxie realised what he had said and tried to explain, when you tightened your grip on Douxie. Your ankle started hurting a lot. You winced in pain. Douxie looked at you and apologised to your friends and continued to the nurses office. You whimpered in pain, as it got worse.

“It’s okay y/n, I’ve got you. Nothing is going to happen,” Douxie whispered to you.

Douxie tried pushing the door of the nurses office open with his foot but it didn’t work. A person in the office, noticed you and Douxie and quickly opened the door, letting you in. Douxie laid you down on the bed in one of the room’s. The nurse ushered him out and the nurse examined your ankle.

After you were examined, the nurse told Douxie that she will be fine by the end of the day, and that he could pick her up after last period.

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You had been sitting on the bed all day, having an ice pack around your ankle and bandages on your hand. The whole day was very quiet and boring. Then, you heard the bell ring, school had ended! You didn’t have to wait long, your black and blue haired friend came as soon as the bell rung.

“Hey Douxie!” you said, as he came into the room.

“Hey y/n! How are you feeling? Can you walk?”, he asked, shooting you questions.

“She can’t walk fully yet, she can limp. You’ll have to support your friend home”, the nurse interrupted.

Your eyes become wide when the nurse said that he had to drop me off to my house. Douxie nodded and walked over to you.

“Let’s see how you can walk”, he said.

He offered me his hand for support and you took it. As you put weight on your ankle, it started to hurt.

“Ouch!”, you exclaimed, squeezing Douxie’s hands in pain.

“Yeah...you can’t walk. I am sorry for doing this again,” he said, then lifted you up again. You got out of the nurses office and out of school, were your bike was.

“Hmm. If you can’t ride your bike to school, then you’ll need a lift. Do you have a brother or someone that can pick you up?”, Douxie asked.

“I have a younger brother. He goes to Arcadia Oaks High. I can call him-”, you said when you were cut off by Douxie.

“I can call him. What’s his number?”, he asked.

You told him and then he called your brother.

“Hey, is this Jim? Okay, so I have got your sister, can you pick her up? She can’t ride her bike, I’ll come with you guys since her bag is with me. Bye,” he said over the phone.

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“Hey Jim!” Douxie waved at Jim and Toby, making him come over to you.

“Y/n! What happened? Are you alright?” Jim asked, worried.

“I’m fine Jim, I’ll tell you about it at home,” you said, reassuring him for now.

“Okay let’s go, before it get’s dark...” Toby said, looking at the sun setting.

Douxie looked confused, but he pushed the thought away. He helped you over to Jim, where he his hand stretched out for me to take. I took it and looked confused.

“Jimbo, where am I going to sit?” you asked, gesturing to his bike, where there was only one seat.

“You are going to sit on the seat, while I ride,” he explained.

You nodded. You sat on his seat and he started peddling through town, while Toby and Douxie were following behind.

“Douxie, thank you for helping my sister, it means a lot,” Jim said, as we rode through the town and onto the bridge.

“It’s nothing. I can do anything for her,” Douxie said, but then he realised what he had just said.

You blushed.

“Well I um mean that I can do anything um...” Douxie stammered.

“Anyways! Toby why were you at the dentist?”, Jim asked, trying to start a normal conversation.

“I’ll explain later. Anyways, let’s talk about you, Jim,” Toby said, changing topics.

“What about me?” Jim asked, panicking a little.

“You know, the LOYL,” Toby smirked.

“Yeah Jim, who is this girl? Wait, is it Claire Nūnez?” you teased.

“Uh...um..well...”Jim stammered.

“Oh! Jim you have a crush? Have you spoken to her yet?” Douxie teased.

“Well I did yesterday, during gym class,” Jim said.

“Please don’t tell me you said anything to her in Spanish,” you said.

When he didn’t give you an answer, you knew the answer, he did.

“What’s so bad in talking in Spanish?”, Douxie asked, curious.

“Jim starts talking in Spanish when he get’s nervous, which is usually when he talking to girls, more specifically, Claire,” you explained.

Then your house came.

“Well that is it for the day, see you guys tomorrow,” Toby said, riding to his home across from ours.

You got off your brother’s bike and limped over to the front door and opened it. You collapsed on the couch, tired. Douxie came in and dropped your bag onto the floor next to you.

“Well I’ll see you tomorrow, love,” he said, walking out of the door.

Jim came in and dropped his things on the couch.

“I’ll make sandwiches, you rest,” Jim ordered.

You sighed, you limped over with him and then sat on top of the bench. You looked at you brother, he chopping and looking at the amulet.

“Why don’t you try looking into it?” you ask.

“Maybe I should,” he said, taking the amulet and walking outside.

You followed him outside and sat on the stairs. He looked at the amulet and spoke the incantation.

“For the glory of Merlin, daylight is mine to command,” he spoke, turning the amulet. Then the wind suddenly picked up, and you saw that the rocks started to levitate. Then, blue magic orbs appeared out of the amulet and into Jim heart, then he levitated and armour appeared. Then the pieces clicked together. At first it was very big, which you started laughing at, then it shrunk and fitted him perfectly. He looked like a knight, but without the sword.

“This is so freaking cool!” Jim exclaimed.

“Now you just need a sword to go with the armour,” I commented, when a few more orbs appeared out the amulet and drifted to his hand, which then created a sword.

You were amazed. This was magic!

“Wow!” you said.

Then Jim started to do some ‘cool’ moves with his sword, but when it got stuck into a a rock behind him. You bursted out laughing as you saw him attempt to take it out. He eventually did, but then he got it stuck again. He tried again, and it got out a lot faster. He chuckled when he got it out.

In having discovered all this, on the other side of town, Mr Strickler and Bular were planning to take it from him. But the amulet had found it’s champion, would it be that easy? l

#douxie x reader #hisirdoux x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #tales of arcadia #trollhunters

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generouspeachheart · 3 years

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I find it hard to find someone like you

So, I wrote something... I was reading a Spencer Reid x reader fanfic, listening to Doja Cat and this popped into my head. This is my first fanfic, so please be nice. This is supposed to be an introduction aka Chapter 1 of a story i want to write. Enjoy, i guess! If anyone has any feedback, feel free to message me!

Summary: Spencer and Y/N are both pinning after eachother. Spencer is ready to confess his love, Y/N is too. What they don’t suspect though, is Y/N’s dark past to creep up on her.

Spencer Reid x fem!bau!reader

Warnings: Swearing, Pinning. If i missed any, let me know!

Words:1,971

When Hotch announced to the team that the case is officially closed and we were free to go, you were exited to say the least. You hadn’t been feeling your best for the past couple of days. You had a huge fight with your mom and have been trying to get over The Crush. This crush you have on Dr. Reid isn’t the smartest thing, but you can’t help it. Every time he stars talking about something ultra -interesting regarding the case you’re currently working on, he apologises for his ramblings and doesn’t finish what he started. And every time you say Go on I wanna hear what you have to say, he would flush his cute little cheeks and stutter through the rest of the ramble. He sometimes brings you coffee in the morning and when you’re flying on the jet for a case, he always starts up a conversation about some classic he noticed you were reading or knows you had read. He was just the sweetest little thing and you couldn’t help falling for him. But, as you had been a rather new addition to the team, you thought that this was just simply how he was. Until you talked to Garcia.

“He totally likes you!” she screamed in your face one night after a particularly bad case. You sometimes invite her over just to help you sleep better or to just gossip over wine; take your mind off the case. “He’s like that with everyone…” “Y/N.. you don’t actually believe that?” You look down at the floor. “Oh, you sweet little thing. He is definitely not like that with everyone.” “Okay, I’ll humor that. But still, we have a super nice friendship and I don’t want to ruin that. What if he doesn’t like me as much as I like him and just considers me a close friend?” ”Y/N…” ”Could you please drop it Pen, I don’t wanna talk about this right now.” “Sure thing, Boss Lady.”

“Alright, who’s up for a drink?” Derek asks as he turns to the team, pointing fingers at all of us. Emily nods. “Boss Lady?” he asks you. ”I think I’ll have to pass.” “No, but you’re so fun!” cries Emily. “Sorry guys, I can’t I have…” “A date?” Derek asks. “Yep” I say smugly. you notice out of the corner of your eyes, Spencer quickly packing up his stuff to avoid looking at you. “If you can call a bottle of wine and an easel a date.” Spencer raises his head at that. “That’s too bad, Pretty Lady.” “See ya tomorrow, beefcake!” You stand up to leave and wave to all the others as you get to the elevator. “Goodbye everyone.” The others murmur a goodbye to you as well. As the elevator door close, you hear a voice call out. “Hold the door!”. You’d recognize that voice everywhere. It’s the voice you dream of after all. You hold the door and Spencer goes to stand next to you. “Thank you Y/N.” “You’re welcome Spencer-nova.” He looks down at the floor, smiling. He’s quite fond of the nickname you gave him. “So, got any plans for the rest of the evening?” I ask, striking up a conversation just to hear his voice. “Well, I was planning to do some more research on The Cross-Cultural Perspective but after this case I think I’m just going to reread ‘Great Expectations’.” You smile at that. “You know, I did a thesis on that.” “The Great Expectations?” That gets a laugh out of you, which makes Spencer’s soft lips turn into a big grin. “No, on the Cross-Cultural Perspective.” “Oh, I didn’t know that”. He looks surprised. Almost too surprised.

Of course Spencer knew you did a thesis on that. He read it. Seven times. When he heard you were coming to work for the BAU, he went through all of your academic achievements. He just wanted to strike up a conversation about something you are interested in, because usually you talk about his interests. “Yeah, back in college.” “Maybe I should read those then”. “Maybe I should read them to you some time”. Spencer breath hitches. He wasn’t expecting you to propose such a thing. He was delighted by the idea, but his brain couldn’t really catch up with his mouth. “Um…do you…I mean you could…I would… l-like that, I would like that very much.” The tips of his ears turn pink. Bingo. You have successfully flirted with Spencer. Go you! This wasn’t the first time you flirted with Spencer. You have tried many times but to no avail. Even if he would get flustered, he thought you were simply joking, and that that was just how you treated everyone in the team. I mean, you call Derek beefcake, so he just assumed you were joking. Besides, why would someone as smart, gorgeous and extroverted as you want to flirt with someone like Spencer? That just didn’t make sense. But you had been acting strange for the past couple of weeks, following, what he assumed to be, some sort of a fight. He didn’t know whether this fight was with a friend or with a family member, but your eyes just seemed sad. You would zone out sometimes and Spencer got worried. So it was nice to know the jokes were back. Even if your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes.

As the elevator doors to the garage open up, you turned to Spencer. “We’ll see what we can do about the reading, Dr. Reid. Until then, have a good night!” you say, turning around to get to your car. “Good night to you too, Y/N!”

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A couple of hours and glasses of wine later, you stood in your living room, ‘Streets’ by Doja Cat blasting from the speaker, and a brush in your hand, you heard a slight noise from the bedroom. Paying it no mind, you went to the kitchen to get a bottle opener, coming back to you living room to finish mixing the paint. You empty the bottle of Rose, and start mixing the colors together. Grabbing the now finished glass bottle, you throw it in the air so when it lands back in your hand you’re holding the neck of the bottle. You turn around quickly, the bottom of the bottle colliding with the head of a bulky man, dressed in all black, who had broken into your apartment through the bedroom window. Amongst many things that made you spectacular, was the way you pay attention to your surroundings. You were able to point out even the slightest of changes in the air. “Who the hell are you, and why are you here?” you demand, taking out the handcuffs you took from the drawer in the kitchen and putting in on mans wrists. He didn’t provide an answer. Then you heard a knock at the door. Bending down and taking the gun you keep under your coffee table, you get to the front door. Opening the door, with your hand on the trigger, you see Spencer. He sees the gun before he sees you and puts his hands in the air. “Spencer-nova? What are you doing here?” You ask, opening the door wider, signaling for him to come in. “What’s going on Y/N? Are you okay?” not answering your question. “I’m fine, someone tried breaking into my apartment.”

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Some time later, the suspect sat in the interrogation room, handcuffed to the chair he was sitting on. “I’m only going to ask you this once, fucker” You say, opening the door to the interrogation room, slamming your hands on the table. “Who do you work for?” “Why do you think I work for anybody?” “Oh, so the little piggy talks, huh? That’s a relief.” “I don’t work for anybody, I just broke in to steal your stuff. I wasn’t expecting you to be fucking James Bond.” “So, you’re telling me you just happened to come across my apartment, and decited to break in?” “Exactly!”

“He’s telling the truth.” Hotch concludes as you exit the room. “Are you sure? Because it doesn’t seem random to me.” “As far as I can tell, he was there to steal something from you.” That doesn’t make sense. Why would he break into my apartment just to steal something? He could’ve waited while I’m not home to do that. I work 15 hours a day, that would definitely be more sufficient. “Were going to arrest him for attempted robbery but that’s about all we can do for now. If you have anything else, run it by me.” “You got it, Boss”

“Hey Y/N, you got anything?” Spencer asks, seeing me ending the conversation with Hotch. “Nothing, no. But it still seems weird.” Spencer takes a look at you as you go to the elevators. Hotch requested you go home and deal with this tomorrow. And since Spencer lives somewhat close, he was instructed to stay with you tonight, seeing as he’s also the one who drove you to the station.

Spencer just now noticed how good you looked tonight. Your hair was in a messy bun, you wore a simple black T-shirt with a name of, what seems to be, a rock band on the front. You had on a long, flowy black skirt and an oversized silky white shirt. You looked absolutely stunning.

With the adrenaline wearing down and the alcohol you consumed coming back to you, you felt really tired. The drive to your apartment complex was mostly quiet, excluding the radio which was playing a familiar song softly. “Look, you don’t have to stay tonight. You live a block away anyway, ill just call you if I need anything.” You couldn’t bear Spencer being so close to you tonight. But he wanted nothing more. He didn’t want to leave you alone, especially not after what happened tonight. He was worried. He wanted to protect you. He opened his mouth to disagree but as he saw the way your eyes were closing and he couldn’t help but shut it. Tonight wasn’t the night then. He wanted to check up on you after you were acting weird the whole week. Surely you would call him if you need him. You’re a grown woman, you can take care of yourself. “Let me at least walk you to your door. Check if there’s anyone else there?” “Fine, Spence, you can walk me to my door.” As much as you didn’t want him there, your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the proposal. That man would be the death of you.

“There, no ones here. You can go now.” You felt bad for making him go home after he was instructed to stay, but you just couldn’t. Sleeping in the same apartment just knowing there is a slight possibility you could be sleeping next to him, cuddled up in his arms, could kill you. Exiting the door to your apartment, Spencer turns to look at you. He extends his pinky finger towards you. “Promise me you’ll call if you feel unsafe?” You hook you pinky with his. “I promise, Spence.” Even the slight contact with your skin makes Spencers heart flutter. He unhooks his finger and starts to walk away, towards the exit. “Hey.” The softness in your voice makes him halt. Turning around he sees you, slight smile on your lips and your hands behind your back. “Thank you, Spence. Thank you for…you know…caring about me.” “Of course, Y/N. And don’t worry about it. I’m here.” As you wave goodbye, the small smile on your face pulls at Spencers heartstrings. He wishes he said what he came over to say to you.

As you close the door, you walk up to your coffee table, opening the bottle of wine, you sit on the floor, your back to the sofa. Why couldn’t you say what you really want to say?

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #fanfic #fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you

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Greg Sanders x Reader!

A/N: Hi everyone! Have you ever noticed that there are not enough Greg Sanders fanfiction in the world? I have looked for some for a while, but nothing. Now, stop complaining and let's have fun togheter, this is my first Greg Sanders x Reader! I hope you will like it! Besos!

Couple: Greg Sanders/Female!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warning: //

Summary: this is the first time Greg tries to find love with an app. Who knows whohe is gonna meet with a cyber matching?

***

Las Vegas, October 5th 2015

The last month was rough for him. Many things had changed forever. Nick had resigned from the team, Sarah decided to take a break after a big promotion in order to restore her relationship with Grissom, Catherine is back to her position as the leader of the night shift.

Russell is moving on with his life and Finn is gone. Forever. No matter how much his tried to save her life or they prayed for her, she is gone.

Greg is not confortable with big changes. For the first time in forever he is feeling like he is flooting. Dr Robbins said that is normal, in a moment like this one, in which he has escaped the death again, to feel this way.

«Maybe you need a fresh new start.»

Everyone is starting something, whatever. Nick is a boss now, Sarah is happy with her ex husband and former director of the lab. Even Hodges is living the moment, with a new girlfriend.

«He met her on a website», Henry said to Greg during a coffee break.

He laughted, then he used this information against Hodges.

«It isnt a website... I am not dating a russian wife!»

Greg smirked, «No more girls interested in your Visa after the italian one?»

«Shut the fuck up, Sanders. Nowdays is normal using dating app. You should try and stop wasting my time!»

****

He didnt download Tinder only because Hodges suggested it.

Of course.

He decided to try the app only to dimostrate that is a poor life choice.

But the amounth of time he have spent in looking at girls profiles is already too much to look credible. Furthermore, Lindsay have noticed him swapping girls away and she giggled amused. «You should try to go on a date. Dont tell my mom, but I met a guy once, on Tinder. He was really awsome, but he was a tourist. An advice, always take a loool if she is a resident!»

And he followed her suggestion, making the opposite. Just to have some fun.

There are many people who only are in Vegas for having fun and even if was cool, meeting girls who only want a one night stand, after three or four date started to make him feel bored.

He always talk a little about is job, fake interesting in the girl’s plan for her vacation and everything ending in the morning.

So he decided to try something else.

A serious date, for once.

***

He is exploring your profile since the moment you two matched. He is fascinating by your (y/e/c) eyes in the profile picture. You look smart but gentle at the same time. No mention to the fact that even if you are linving in Vegas, you are from (you hometown/nation) and you are a PhD candidate in Archaelogy.

You dont look like the other girls he met in the last period. You are a student, a really good one. You have a picture in front of Columbia University, which you attended for your MSc and graduated.

So you are not only smart, but really intelligent.

You have those beautiful (y/h/c) hair and a gentle smile.

So he picks all his courage and writes you a simple ‘hi’.

You dont answer immediatly, even if you have read the message. So Greg closes the app with disappointed. Well. It’s proved. You cant find love in one of this app.

He decides that is far better to start with the awfull pile of documents on the desk, before is too late. Or to early, depends by the point of view.

***

He had finished with paperwork around 7 am and so he decided to go home.

In the moment he enters the living room, he feels so lonely. It’s happening quite often in the last period. He kicks his shoes away and sits on the sofa, taking a deep breath. With his eyes close, he starts to thing about the last serious date and its look like a century ago.

And it was a complete failure.

Everytime he fell for a girl is always the same old story. Firstly, amazing. Then a mess because of his job.

But he doesn't have to change is life only because he feels the emptiness of his house. He has worked so much to achieve this results and now...

Now? What he has? A good position in an horrible schedule shift. An amazing group of team mates - unfortunately Hodges is still working in the materials lab, but who cares- but no social life. No family. He is 40 now and he was looking for a 25 years girl.

So silly.

So stupid.

But what's is even silliest? Losing himself in those throughs instead of sleep. He has his shift starting at 11 pm, but he has the laudary to do. And he need to clean the apartment. Is full of dust.

****

After seven hours sleeping, he feels himself far more positive. It's around 2 pm when he wakes up and start with the laudary. He gets a look on the phone and answer to Morgan under a pic on facebook, than he notices that he has a new notification on Tinder.

He is so surprise when he realises that is you.

-who wrote 'hi' at 4.30 in the morning?-

He blushes a little, thinking about it. It was really early and he hasnt realised it.

-someone who is working at night...?-

The answer is not the best. But you are smart and you bring a good observation.

-like a hooker?-

He laught a little, rising his elbow.

-sorta. But not so well paid.-

Making fun of the hookers is not a good way to start a conversation, but someway, it works. You two share some messages and then you give your phone number to him.

You are free tomorrow for lunch, even if is unusual meeting someone with the sun in the sky, in Vegas.

And he is totaly down.

***

Is strange for you to go on a date with someone you don't know. But it is even strangest go for a lunch date. It's look so formal to you, but the guy in the profile pic looks potentially awsome. You have read from his description that he works for the Clark Country Police Department and this is a hot detail: you have a thing for cops.

You dressed nicely for the lunch inside The Venice's restaurant. Classy choice by the way. But not elegant because is 12 am. You also decide to go easy on your make up, because after this date you have to help in teaching a bacherlo class and you are hoping that you won't have enough time to change, after the meal.

So here we go.

In front of the restaurant.

You look around and see a figure a couple of meters away from you. He is pretty tall and with dark blonde hair. He is also well dressed, better then you, but not formal.

Your glazes meet in the middle of the atrium and you both smile embarrassed. He is the first one to move some steps near to you.

《Hi. You are (y/n)?》

《Yes. And you must be Greg.》

You shake his hand and then catch his invitation to enter in the restaurant first. The waiter reserved you a nice place on the balcony. The cannel is fake, not even similar to the Italian one, but is romantic.

One score for Greg.

《What would you like to eat?》, he asked so politely that you can't help yourself, but smile back.

《I thing I'll go with a sandwich for lunch》

《Nice choice, I am down. Wine?》

《Sorry, but I have a class in the afternoon...》

This time he is smiling. 《Then water for two.》

He is so kind. He decides to drink water because you can't drink wine. This is another score.

After you two have made your orders, it's time for questions.

《Do you usually meet people this way?》, je asks, nicely. Even if there is no accusation in the tune of his voice, you blush a little.

《It's not the first time, but I am still a skeptical, by the way.》

《Why?》

《Because I've met only morons on Tinder. 》 You try your best smile. 《Hope you are not one of them.》

《I share this hope with you》, he jokes. 《I am looking for your verdict at the end of the meal, so.》

You both laught. Is a nice company and the tension is going away.

《So you are a cop?》

《Not exactly. I work for the crime like as a crime scene investigator.》

You looked impressed. 《Sounds amazing but hard at the same time. I am asking to my self you an awsome guy like you is still single.... is for your job?》

This time is Greg the one who blushes. 《Yes is really... It takes most of my time. Someday all of my time.》

《I can relate》, you say. 《I am not cool as you are, I don't save people for live, neither I am good in puzzle but... I work on field so I spend several weeks abroad. Sometimes even a month or two and when I come back...》

《...You have the feeling that everyone is carries on with his life but you are static》 he ends your statement. 《Yes, you can relate, totaly.》

You two share a smile and then he starts to ask you some questiom about your job, your position at the UNLV and stuffs.

In the end, after a sweet fight, he insists to pay the meal, but you put on the table the tips.

《It was really nice 》, you say and he agrees. 《We should do that again. What's your spare night?》

《Monday》 he aswers, immediately 《If my boss wont tell me otherwise.》

《If you are agree, you can see eachother again on Monday, so.》

《It will be amazing.》

Another smile and a little silence. You have no idea of what to do now. Is too soon for a kiss, but an hand shake would be awful. So you decide to come closer to him and kiss his cheek. Is so cute the way he blushes again. Greg is near now and you can feel his breath on your lips. For him, is not too soon. He gently puts a hands on you hip and drag you into a soft kiss.

The best way to end a good date.

****

《So how is she?》

After two weeks dating, Greg decides to tell the guys about you.

Terrible idea.

《She is so nice!》 He starts excited, while Catherine is laught, shaking is head and look at David Philips in the classical 'told ya' way. 《She is beautiful and gentle. She is also tremendously determinate. More than anything, she is so intelligent and her smell is amazing.》

《She can cook?》, Super Dave asks, joking.

《Everything you can say, she can do it. Is incredible. She speaks like five languages and is so sexy in bed.》

《This information is not necessary 》 is Catherine's comment.

But Dave wants to prove a point now. 《....She speaks five languages in bed or it was not correlated?》

《Guys, we are on a crime scene.》

The two boys share a small smile and wait for Russell to be far enough. So Dave asks one last question. 《Are you only fancy her... or maybe you are already in love?》

Greg thinks about it for a couple of second. 《I am already fucked.》

Dave laughs, 《of couse you are.》

#csi #greg sanders #greg sanders imagine #greg sanders x reader #greg sanders fanfiction #csi fanfiction #fanservice #fanfiction #character x reader #csi x reader

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thatguywiththefaceog · 3 years

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June Smut Priyanka Maheswaran/Stevonnie Facial

Stevonnie was a run with Dr Maheswaran, who becomes very interested in them.

requested by anon

Warning the following story contains both incest and fictional minors in sexual situations. If this makes you uncomfortable or are under 18 please do not read. This story is rated E for explicit and is for adults only. This story is a complete work of fiction.

This blog does not endorse or support any real life child porn in any shape or form.

It was supposed to be an in and out trip. Stevonnie walked into the hospital and asked the lady at the desk, “I’m sorry, but the gas station across the street is closed. Could you tell me where the nearest bathroom is?”

“Oh, you can use the one on the second floor.,” the receptionist said.

“Thank you.” Stevonnie ran up the stairs and found the bathroom. After relieving themself, the fusion was walking back toward the stairs when they noticed the elevator.

“Oo.” They pushed the button waiting for the door to open. When it did, one of their mothers, Dr. Maheswaran was in the elevator. Without thinking, they entered the elevator. Don’t say mom. Don’t say mom, don’t say mom. “Hey, doctor.” Stevonnie cleared her throat.

“Up or down?” Dr Maheswaran asked.

“Down, please.” Stevonnie was nervous. They hadn’t had a chance to tell Connie’s parents about fusion yet. What if Dr. Mom recognizes them? What if Dr. Maheswaran recognizes them! Oh god she was staring at their face. Oh shit, she recognizes them!

“That is a very creative navel decoration,” She said referring to their gem. “My daughter’s friend has one just like it.”

“You-you don’t say.” Sweat was running down Stevonnie’s brow.

“Your eyes are very beautiful.” The doctor told them.

“Thank you?” Stevonnie responded, confused.

“And those jean shorts really show off your ass.”

Stevonnie saw the coy grin adoring their mother’s face. The realization hit them like a ton of bricks. Holy shit she’s hitting on me! It felt strange and oddly flattering. But not gross. Wow not gross at all. Okay a little gross. But Stevonnie liked the grossness. Wow, a lot to unpack here. A lot a lot to unpack. They didn’t know where this was coming from and frankly they did not want to know. They mulled over their strange feelings and decided to go with it.

“Thanks, those khaki’s really show off yours.” Stevonnie blushed as Priyanka laughed at the stupid line.

The elevator door pinged. The doors slid open as they reached the bottom floor. “I know some empty rooms around here if you want to continue.” Their mouth dry, Stevonnie could only nod. Priyanka grabbed their hand and led them down to an empty check up room. The Doctor planted a kiss and their lips. It was Stevonnie’s first kiss. “And I don’t even know your name.”

“Stevonnie”, they replied.

“Call me Priyanka.” Her hands went for their crotch, feeling their stiffening shaft. Her eyebrow raised but didn't say anything. Unbuttoning their jean shorts, she pulled them down freeing the erection. Steveonnie’s genitals were a vagina but with a penis where the clit would be. She ran a finger along Stevonnie’s slit. “You look nice.”

Stevonnie’s face flushed. Priyanka unbuttoned her blouse, shrugging it off. Her massive mounds were contented in a solid black bra. Not expecting any sexy times today so it was rather plain, but the doctor made it work. Her arms moving to her back, she undid the bra and let it fall to the floor. It never really occurred to Stevonnie with how large her breasts were. Dark areolas adored her brown skin.

They moaned as their mother took them into her mouth. “Oh shit, Mom!” Fuck, the fusion thought.

“Did you just call me Mom? That’s kind of hot. You would like me to be your mommy?”

“Yes Ma'am.”

She ran her tongue along Stevonnie’s shaft. “Do you like this sweetie? Do you like Mommy making you feel good?”

“Ye-Yes,” they replied. Priyanka popped them back into her mouth. The doctor gleefully sucked them off. “Oh, oh. Mom!” Oh Mom! Your mouth feels so good.” Her eyes lit up. She put two fingers into their wet pussy. The double sensation was too much for the fusion. “Mom! Mom! I’m about to cum!”

She pulled the teen’s cock out and pointed it at her face. “That’s right baby, cum all over Mommy’s face” Cum erupted from the tip and painted the doctor’s face.

“Ow, it tingles,” Priyanka said, wiping her face with a rag. “You know my husband would love you.” Stevonnie felt like they discovered something about Connie’s family they never wanted to know.

#lemon #stephen galaxy

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botwstoriesandsuch · 4 years

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Any tips on how to write Revali? I have a hard time writing his dialogue and making it sound like him without seeming too ooc. Any pointers would really help! -k

I certainly struggle with dialogue myself, but I will try to tell you what I know!

TL;DR: Revali is a character that I would describe as blunt, but not straightforward. He speaks in a way where he gets to the point, stating his opinion, but is said in a manner that has several uses. His dialogue is multi-purposeful, serving to both tell his opinion while at the same time undermining someone else, highlighting his talents, or otherwise. Use “complex” words and make use of subtext, subtly, and even sarcasm when writing for him, but don’t do it too the point where he sounds like a reincarnated Marie Antoinette, as his dialogue should only be “complex” enough for him to boast of his intelligence, he’s not a fancy noble.

For example, if we analyze this line:

“With proper utilization of my superior skills, I see no reason why we couldn’t easily dispense with Ganon. Now then, my ability to explore the firmament is certainly of note...but let’s not—pardon me for being so blunt—let’s not forget the fact that I am the most skilled archer of all the Rito.” (Revali, Revali’s Flap Cutscene)

We can see that this piece of dialogue is filled with character, which you can tell because message of the dialogue isn’t the only focus. In fact, if you were to break this down, and I rewrite this for the inherent message alone...

“We can defeat Ganon with my great skills. While my ability to fly is important, also we shouldn’t forget—sorry for being blunt—we shouldn’t forget that I am the best Rito archer.”

Both of those pieces of dialogue tell the same message, but it is the way that the first one is crafted with diction, connotation, and subtext that make it more “Revali,” but really, you can use the things I’m about to say for any character.

Diction is the choice of wording. Obviously there are millions of words that can all tell similar things, but it’s your choice as the author to understand the power of certain words. Are you going to say use or utilization? Are you going to use sky or firmament? Scrap or dispense? Sorry or pardon me? Essentially, what I’m saying is that the diction for writing for Revali should reflect his desire to appear superior to others, and his efforts to try and prove that to others (and himself) can usually be reflected through his more complex word choices. He would revel at the notion that he might have to talk down to a certain confused knight if he asked what the word “firmament” meant.

Connotation is the feeling or associating ideas that come with a word. This typically goes hand-and-hand with diction, but they are two separate things. Connotation typically deals with the deeper meaning of a word, further than its textbook definition. Think of the word unique vs the word peculiar. Both essentially mean the same thing, but you usually associate peculiar with negative or strange things, while unique is associated with positive or special things. This is the positive and negative connotation that you can use to give character. Think of stingy vs saving, vintage vs old. It’s not just limited to positive and negative either. When writing for Revali I try to use words that have a connotation that expresses wit. Use superior vs better. Intelligent vs smart. Asinine vs stupid. Of course vs sure or yes. Your choice of words (diction) should not only depends on the sentence structure, rhythm, or alliteration, but also on the connotation.

Finally, subtext is the underlying message of dialogue that is not outright said by a character. Easiest example, sarcasm. You say one thing but mean another. “Ah yes, let’s explore the not-at-all creepy and disturbing catacombs that are sealed deep beneath the castle for mysterious and unknown reasons. I’m sure it will be fine, and the smell of corpses only adds to the growing desire I’m getting to die today. Hurrah!” Revali is the type to use sarcasm, do I even need to explain that? However! Sometimes, that’s the extent that people will go into for subtext, when you should really be using it for nearly every scene you will ever write. Subtext is the bread and butter of interesting scenes, of conflict and tension.

Looking back at the example, Revali says “pardon me for being so blunt.” This line is fantastic not just because of the use of diction, but also because it plays into the dynamic between Revali and Link. Revali think’s Link is unworthy of being the hero, he doesn’t respect him and it’s a blow to his ego that someone seemingly so much worse than him is of higher rank. Revali has no respect for Link. That’s the basic dynamic, and that’s what plays into the subtext. If you read “pardon me for being so blunt” just off the fly, or from some other character, you wouldn’t get the full picture. You might think it’s a fancy butler, the lack of tone might set you off into thinking someone is actually apologetic for something.

But that’s not the case here, the writer for this weaponized the reader’s knowledge of Revali and Link’s dynamic to establish his character. Revali’s not sorry for shit! Have you seen this asshole? I love him. This line was completely unnecessary, but it’s addition to the dialogue not only clued in readers/players to the dynamic between the two, but further enhances character.

Use subtext, let the rule and scenarios you create play into interesting dialogue. Do not, for the love of me, do not just let you character’s outright say what they are doing, which is unfortunately something that Breath of the Wild does a bit too often. Sarcasm, obviously, is one of the more popular forms, but don’t just stick with that. Use the dynamics between characters to create banter, use tension to mask insecurity. Don’t let your character just say “I’m mad at you. I wish you would do this” but please weave that “message” between interesting subtext and I promise your dialogue will be 400% better. Are they going to say “I’m mad.” or are you going to make them talk about something slightly out of their character traits to indicate that something is wrong. Are you going to let a character explain “I wish you would...” or, are you going to let them go off on a witty tangent, where they complain about the things that another character does. Subtext is so much more efficient too! Look at this bit of final screenplay for American Beauty.

Jane: Mom, do we always have to listen to this elevator music?

Now, in the original screenplay, was

Jane: I want us to change the music that we listen to at dinner all the time

The second one sucks, and the reason is subtext. The only information we are being given in the original screenplay is that Jane wants to change the music that they listen to at dinner with their family. In the final screenplay, the dialogue tells us

Jane hates this kind of music

Jane wants to change the music they listen to

The mother has the power in this dynamic

The music is a typical thing this family goes through

Not only that, but the way in which this was said was far more interesting. Elevator music is an insult to her mothers choice of music. In the movie, even the tone in which is actress said this line implies that she was not asking politely, but in a tone that expresses her distaste for the situation.

I could go so far into subtext and dialogue but really you should just watch these videos which will explain it infinitly better than I could:

How To Write Great Dialogue [The Closer Look]

American Beauty (Part 1) — The Art of Character [Lessons From The Screenplay]

On Writing: The First Chapter [hello future me]

Inglorious Bastards — The Element of Suspense [Lessons From the Screenplay and this movie is one of my favs and the first scene is just a masterclass of subtext *chef’s kiss* I love it and also they punch Nazi’s and who doesn’t love a good Nazi punching watch the movie before watching anything else please it’s great unless you’re like thirteen in which case why are you on tumblr]

Final note before I end off yet another fucking essay, wow I write more about writing than actually writing my fics I have a problem, but anyhow, do not think of your characters as individuals. Don’t think, “Oh they can’t say this because that might be out of character,” because while that might be true to an extent, it is ultimately you that determines the circumstances. You are the one crafting the character, don’t rely on the canon always. This character didn’t exist beforehand, there’s no textbook for you to double-check as see “Yep! Right as rain they’re allowed to say that!” No, it’s your job as the writer to justify the words that come out of their mouth by establishing their character, and creating fitting scenarios that fit towards your theme or overarching story. This goes not just for dialogue, but for writing any dynamics, romances, or world building. You could make me believe that Bolson got together with Bularia if you as the writer did a good enough job crafting compelling dialogue, and more importantly character.

Also, don’t write “realistic” dialogue, write believable dialogue

Rant done, pardon me for being so blunt. :P

#dont be cute and realistic and write with the 'ums' 'uh' stutters and pauses in dialogue unless it is unherantly essential to a character #idk why so many people do this #write believeable dialogue #that quip that usually takes you a few hours to think of?#the character should say that right away #writer's job is to make the dialogue believable interesting and flowing #anyhow #theres another ramble for you #why do i keep doing this #who keeps making me do these????????#its me #im bitches #botw #revali #breath of the wild #writing

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Breadcrumbs

It was Saturday night so you knew it wasn’t going to be a good time. I mean, someone would probably be having a good time, but that was usually the problem. I work as an EMT downtown and a “good time” didn’t always turn out right for everyone. Weekends in particular often saw a good number of drunken brawls, passed out Freshmen on lawns, people accidentally locked out of their homes and close to frostbite, and all sorts of mild concussions.

I had been dreading this particular day for the entire week. Madison is a college town, meaning that most of the population is young adults trying to get a degree in psychology or international relations or getting alcohol poisoning by the age of 22. It also meant that when things happened at the college, the rest of the city felt it.

It was the weekend after finals and we felt it. The night before had seen a tiny girl in a rainbow shirt puking in the ambulance three times (and on me) and a pre-law student having a nervous breakdown over their test results while I asked them over and over what they had taken. And at the very end of my shift around 3 am a frat boy tried to punch me and then cried, asked to call his mom, and fell asleep all in the span of ten minutes.

I was actually one of those students just a few years earlier with the same panic and sleep-deprived wildness in me. I tried my best to help with sutures and calming words and a very large puke bag. “Doctor” had been the dream job since I was old enough to google youtube videos of live-surgeries, but getting to “Dr. Braginsky” was a thing far in the future.

For now, it was just me and my crew and the frigid streets.

It was the regular gang that night for the Ford pick-up rig: Mary Keynes who was at least forty but drove like hell and texted her kids every few hours. She had been there longer than any of us and often regaled us with the story of how she left her husband and decided to make several “life changes.” Driving an ambulance was one of those changes.

And then there was the other paramedic on duty: Jimmy Newark. He wasn’t even that interested in medicine as far as I knew and worked as an accountant during the day. He told us he just wanted something to fill his nights and was a slow-talking calm man with a sad-dog look about him, like he had been kicked a few too many times as a puppy. I also knew that I only ever saw him really come alive was when he was staunching a head wound or trying to resuscitate an old lady from heart failure.

It seemed he got some weird thrill from it, but he was good at his job so I never said anything.

It was me, Mary, and Jimmy. We were pretty chummy at that point and worked well together and the first few hours flew by.

We picked up a kid with a badly sprained ankle after he took a spill on some black ice and visited two seniors who had taken some party drug that had them picking at invisible scabs and babbling. I didn’t think anything of it.

It was a ten hour shift and we were four hours in. Downtown was all lights and red faces and bad music coming from somewhere. I had my flash cards out. I had been studying for the MCAT for almost a year and a half by that point and being an EMT was good practice, but it wasn't a replacement for the actual book knowledge med school would take. And I kept getting nervous.

My hands are steady and there was no end to my fascination with the weird things of the human body, but thinking about testing into competitive schools like Johns Hopkins always got me a little stomach sick. I was getting that nervous sick feeling thinking about applications when we got the call.

It came in over the radio and Mary took it right away. I didn’t hear most of the conversation since I was absorbed in my own thoughts and figured it was something like a college student slipping on a beer bottle. But it was different.

“Right, Sherman Avenue.” We made a quick U-turn and turned on our lights just as I stuffed my flashcards away into a separate compartment as to not get in the way. “Good Samaritan call-in.” Mary said over her shoulder, “an injured man off Sherman avenue. Near the park.” Jimmy leaned forward, “Cuts? Broken bones?” “Didn’t say,” Mary said and made a sharp right turn. “He said it might be a homeless guy. That he just looked bad.” “Okay,” I said and mentally prepared myself for any of the “worst” possibilities. There was a relatively small homeless population in Madison, but they were the most vulnerable to violence and the worst of the Wisconsin winter.

We made it in good time to Warner Park and I looked up just in time to see the slate grey skies starting to release little tiny puffs of snow. “Oh great,” Jimmy sighed and looked up with me. “I left one my house windows open.”

I rolled my eyes and we pulled up to Sherman Avenue with a Goodwill across the street and dark stretches of park on the other. I sighed, “I don’t suppose there was a better tip-off for where this person actually is?” Mary stopped the engine. “Better get out and give it a quick sweep.” We usually only spend a little while looking for an injured person on busy nights like this, but Jimmy pointed first.

“There,” he said and jerked a finger up. “By the light.” There was an upright figure caught in the pure white light of the street lamp on the sidewalk and standing perfectly still. “Is he… hurt?” I asked and squinted and Jimmy was already out of the car. “What are you talking about?” He pinched his gloves on and was running, I got my own gloves on and ducked after him.

“Don’t you want the stretcher?” Mary asked, but I didn’t pause. The man looked like he was standing just fine by himself.

Snowflakes kissed my cheeks softly and I followed Jimmy’s hurried steps toward the figure. “Hold on sir! We’re coming.”

My heart was pounding and I didn’t know why. It beat it in my ears with a hot sticky pulse and my breathing was feverish and far too fast for our light jog. I blinked once, twice, and then the man was farther away. Standing in the light of the next street lamp.

“Wait,” I didn’t like this. I turned to reach for Jimmy, but there was only air besides me. I slowed and looked left and right, “Jimmy?”

Soft snow landed on the tip of my nose and there was a red and visceral scent on the breeze. I took a deep breath of it and recognized the rusty hardened stench of old blood. The type that’s been left there to turn to copper and old musty globs.

I tensed from head to foot and when I looked down there were several tiny drops of blood spattering across the sidewalk. Leading me forward. They were wet and must have been what gave the air a putrid smell.

“Jimmy?” I looked around again, but the street was empty as the wind whipped through the branches of the park trees nearby. I turned to get away from this new eerie twilight feeling.

I took a step and the toe of my shoe dipped into a small puddle of blood. I jumped back, I wasn’t a stranger to blood but it looked darker than normal and seemed to sit...wrong. It was too thick and too shiny in the light.

I stood there as if transfixed, and a soft moan crawled through the space. It matched the wind itself and crooned almost sweetly. I jerked my head up and there was the figure again.

He was standing this time inside the park itself by a bench and tall beech tree. I scanned the area around for Jimmy one more time and then figured maybe he got ahead of me. The moan weaved through the air and I reached out a hand toward it.

“Sir?” The smell of cooking meat and winter chill filled my mouth and I covered my nose with my sleeve. The man stood next to the bench, unmoving, and I tried to be rational, there’s blood. Someone’s hurt. Do your job.

I walked quickly on autopilot to get closer to the stranger. Nothing about him came into sharper focus: he was still a faded silhouette among long shadows. I did notice however there was a light I hadn’t seen before.

It was so faint you might be able to convince yourself it wasn’t there, but it burnt pale and tinted blue around his form. An outline a very determined child might have painted around someone.

I sucked in a deep breath and swallowed down the brackish scent once more as I drew closer to him. Spots of blood appeared as shiny pools on the ground. The moan was even softer now and barely audible.

“I’m here to help.” I heard myself say as I indicated the medical insignia on my jacket. The wind slapped me in the face and I winced.

I looked up and there was no one by the bench, but my gaze was driven deeper into the wooded park by a gentle light. And the figure.

I shivered and knew I needed to turn back, I needed it like water or air or a hug after a long day. But there was this smooth line of blood slithering toward him and I was walking. I tried to make it make sense- I couldn’t just leave the fellow and surely once I had him I could drag him back toward the ambulance and find Jimmy again.

I walked past the park bench and past the leafless trees and some of the slush left over from a storm a few days earlier. The snowflakes caressed my cheeks and I squinted ahead.

The moan was musical at this point and I almost started swaying along to it. I didn’t, but I found that I was still walking and walking.

The park passed by and my eyes were filled with the soft glowing blue light and the deep melodic groan that led me toward the earthy blood scent and faded outline.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away and barely noticed as the landscape opened up. The trees fell away and the wind died down and all I was left with was the smooth ground and shiftless dull winter skies. I was however aware of the crack. There was a crackling, electric sound alike to fireworks or eggshells being crunched on the floor.

The moan fell away altogether and it was quiet with only the crackling of the ground and the lovely blue light that seemed to seep inside me. A strange beckoning feeling followed. “Sir,” I whispered as I finally, finally, reached the outline, “You’re injured…”

That’s all I got out before the thing turned around and something stood before me. Featureless, blank skin and something in the middle of its face like a tearing, violent slash that you might describe as a smile. No eyes, no nose, but a jagged smile that split the face in two with the same sick crackling sound as the ground. Something shifted under me.

I gasped and looked down to see that I had stepped out onto the park lake and that’s when the utter cold swallowed me whole.

Cold and cold and freezing water engulfed my head and my vision went white. I tried to pry my eyes open, but the water was black and thick and there was only the barest hint of shine ahead. A shine like long teeth and something looming and huge just beyond me.

“Ah!” A yell like a battle cry erupted from above and I was being wrenched out of the water just as quickly as I had fallen into it.

I sputtered for air above ground.

“Don’t follow the glowing man.” A hoarse voice wheezed into my ear like a chant over and over. “Never follow the glowing man.” I passed out in a twinkling haze of shaking and murmuring.

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I was saved by a homeless man sleeping on one of the park benches by the lake. No one on my shift remembered me leaving or where I went. All I knew was that I had followed something thoughtlessly out onto the Warner Park lake and fell in.

I asked a nurse, once, if she thought there was something in that lake, but she just gave me a funny look and said that the lake wasn’t deep enough to house much wildlife. I shut up after that.

In the years that followed I never stopped trying to help people, but sometimes I hesitated now. When it was dark, hard to see, and drops of blood littered the ground. I stopped and listened for melodic moaning in the distance.

I didn’t see anything like it again, but working the ambulance wasn’t the same. I looked around corners too much and jumped too easily at different sounds. I took the MCAT as quickly as I could and things become easier in well-lit fluorescent rooms.

I do stop whenever I can though and give out blankets to anyone sleeping on the street and avidly tell college students and locals to avoid the lakes at night. And not to follow any trails of blood that lead you onward and onward into the dark.

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AU Chris is Paige and Richard’s son. What would his power be? What about Chris’ relationships with his parents?

chris being paige and richard’s son would like totally explain why he’s Like That actually that would be a great au so once again i’m gonna bring up my conspiracy theory that richard was dosed with the blood of some greater being as a baby by his parents in the hopes of making some superwitch but as we all know from dr curtis williamson of astral monkey fame receiving the blood of someone more powerful than u can create some disastrous consequences, which i believe is exactly what we see with richard and his fucked up relationship to magic given richards advanced powers (namely conjuration) and also the fact that the montana family probably didn't want it to be obvious that they y'know experimented on their kid imma say richard was somehow infused with avatar blood, seeing as they were basically unknown beings until s7, so no one would really be able to id his powers. i also think that explains how we saw richard get so insanely powerful towards the end like in i dream of phoebe he was even able to manifest a teleportation power through conjuration bc as we learned, avatars draw their power from a collective, so i’m positing that having a relationship with paige especially like y'know it's physical there's an intense emotional element that we see she even lives with him so like. it's a Relationship™. yeah that whole relationship only added to his own powers as paige sorta became his collective (i don't think this takes away from paige's powers at all more like if you shine a flashlight into a mirror it bounces back that light it's not taking away any light from the flashlight it's simply using what it was given to create more if that makes sense like in the abstract we don’t need to talk the physics of how light is reflected think of this in vague terms) so uh yeah that’s what’s up i think if richard did not have avatar blood he would just be a normal telekinetic which is a power we see him display at various points at just sort of a normal level couple that with the fact that paige is also a telekinetic and i think it is very safe to say that their child would have telekinesis i think telekinesis is the brown eyes of the magical world the dominant gene in the punnett square or whatever 7th grade was a long time ago i also think they are bound to some sort of teleportation power as both paige and richard can teleport i’d love to see it me some hybrid between fading and orbing as they are the first witchlightvatar i feel like they should have something wholly unique to show for it for another active power projection is an option as it is very close to conjuration while simultaneously being a power in the warren line but i wouldn’t want to give chris the same power as wyatt tho seeing as chris is a family name from leo’s side it wouldn’t quite make sense whenever i write about a paige/richard child i always call them bennie named after richard’s father which i think still works as chris is also named after his paternal grandfather but yeah the point i was making is having bennie travel through time and like exist in like this juxtaposition with wyatt idk i feel like it’s not as fun if they have the same power set so maybe i’ll take richards conjuring and modify it to match paige’s past life and say conjuring the elements? the entire montana family line seems to have energy balls as a power so like . that could add to that theory maybe. like the evil enchantress could conjuring lightning i think the avatars also had lightning powers but i think that was purely a leo addition and an elder power and paige has no ties to an elder status so. idk. i sorta like the conjuring the elements power i do think richard is the firstborn of his generation and paige is technically sam’s firstborn so i think they both get Legacy Points there and then bennie would go on to be the first born in the montana line so i think that could justify very op power like conjuring the elements i think that they would inherit some of richard’s mania to some degree i mean as we know there is a genetic component to addiction and both paige and richard have suffered from it but i think since the foreign blood is a) diluted and b) in a host with a greater power capacity (as we know, witches get stronger with every generation and adding a charmed one into the mix is definitely an added boost) i don’t think those genes would manifest themselves in the way they did with like richards obsession with magic however i think substance abuse and also probably and anxiety disorder are very much on the table if we’re talking bennie replaces chris as the one to come from the dark future quite frankly this kid’s gonna be more that a little fucked up bc lord knows nothing stable ever happened there i also think they wouldn’t be nearly as good of a liar as chris as i think they’re gonna have ten times more impulsivity i also think they wouldn’t tip toe around the truth so much like i know chris is really anxious about like negatively impacting the future i do not think bennie would give nearly as much of a shit like the future already sucks that’s why i’m here so Sit Down bc i have some Very Bad News for y’all i think like within the first ten episodes of season six bennie would have already made it very obvious that wyatt goes full dark no stars due to something that’s about to happen i do think they would wanna keep it under wraps about their specific lineage bc like they’re here to change a whole lot of things but i think they’d still like to exist at the end of the day but i do think that phoebe would find out and the news would spread i think in the light future without an evil wyatt bennie would not end up remotely as fucked up as they also probz wouldn’t be an orphan which i imagine is really likely in their dark future i think richard would strip his magic and live as a mortal but still teach bennie what he knows about magic and potion making bc like. he’s well verse. there are also a lot of montana traditions and secret recipes i think he would want to pass down but like not for one second i think richard would regret stripping his powers i think he would be making a potion with his kid and just be like yeah i’m so glad i’m not actually magical anymore this is just like making weird soup i’m not getting weird vibes and strange jolts of magic and funny voice in my head there’s no pressure to get it right if it’ll work or not i’m just here throwing ingredients in a cauldron w my kid : ) i also think richard would get like hella into tai chi or something very focused on medicine and alternative healing styles oh richard like paige was definitely also a pothead in high school but the point is bennie would be like very well versed in meditation and what’s it called not aromatherapy but like. apothecary? herbaltherapy? plantohealing? you know that thing people are into like teas and herbs that fuckin uhh help with colds and stuff basically like the non magical properties of the world in fact i think they’d be the most knowledgeable out of anyone from gen2 on like nonmagical uses for things like there are mortal ways to solve problems that can work just fine and i think yeah bennie does know richard’s past and the issues with magic i think that that’s something that personally scares them not enough to like not practice but like enough that they don’t ever like use magic for unnecessary purposes like they will Not be telekinetically closing the manor door shut at the end of the season they will be closing the door like a normal person that type of thing. in regards to a relationship with paige i think in the trying to fix the future part of this au bennie would get really close to paige bc like again paige probably was murdered in the dark future but i don’t think bennie would be like chris like she’s just gonna die so why get close i think bennie would really utilized the time that they do have to just like. be with their mom. i think paige would definitely be freaked to like be a mom bc she’s like woah i’m not that old and like have a 22 year old call you mom like definitely ages you but like i do think paige would see a lot of herself in her kid especially as this version of bennie like grew up really without parents and like this that and the other they’d also really remind paige of the kids she saw at social services and i do think paige would be very like mom-y around her kid like i would not describe paige as a motherly woman i would never call her the mom friend but like around bennie she like goes full mom like cuts crusts off sandwiches and everything mode (piper and phoebe find it fucking hilarious)

#really love the idea of a paige richard kid #which i have talked about before on this blog #i also like really like richard he was done so dirty #but like he could have been something man #whatever underrated character #charmed #paige matthews #richard montana #paige x richard #bennie montana #💌#au

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dailypriya · 4 years

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⌠ MEDALION RAHIMI, 23, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, PRIYA DALY! according to their records, they’re a FIRST year, specializing in MEDICAL TRAINING; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (perfectly messy curls falling on glittering shoulders, taped up hundred dollar bills and gold chains, dress code violations). when it’s the (cancer)’s birthday on 7/15/1997, they always request their CRÈME BRÛLÉE from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation.

𝖎 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉

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Priyanka Daly grew up knowing that one day she was to inherit and run the prestigious Elizabeth Daly Foundation, a nationwide medical conglomerate based in New York City that had been around for nearly a century, named after her great-grandmother. It was one of the most respected foundations in the medical community, owning several hospitals around the US, and highly regarded. By the time Priya was born, her mother, Elizabeth Daly III was already seated at the head of the table of the board, her husband, Mark Daly (who had taken her name, agreeing that their daughter would have her mother’s and the foundation’s name) a voting member as well. The married couple were two extraordinary surgeons at the top of their respective fields, general and cardiothoracic surgery. Priya had almost no choice but to dream of being a surgeon like them one day, and to run the foundation with pride, and of course she strove toward it all her life. It was the end-goal, the only thing she could ever see herself wanting, and she grew up to work like hell for it.

Needless to say, the family had not only the money of two world-renowned doctors, but the family’s foundation. Priya, however, never took it for granted, at least not in her adolescence. She was raised to respect both her last name and the hard work that had gotten them all here today, raised to be a good girl, a respectable girl and never complain-- except for when she asked about her name.

“Why am I named Priyanka? We’re Iranian, and why can’t I be Elizabeth like you and grandma?” she’d asked at seven years old when she’d caught the discrepancy.

“My little darling, you are named after my very best friend,” her mother had told her with a ghost smile. “One of the greatest women I’ve ever known.”

“Where is she, Mama?”

Elizabeth Daly only smoothed the hair on her daughter’s head. “I’ll tell you that story some other day, sweet one.”

She believed her, because she trusted her mother with her life. As Priya grew, her mother had been her own best friend, and the person she relied on more than anyone, through childhood and adolescence alike. Her idol. In her later teenage years, though, she watched as her mother became Chief of Surgery at the hospital, and the foundation forced her to step back more and more from being a mother, working harder and longer days to give the hospital and the Elizabeth Daly Foundation her full attention. Still, she never stopped loving her daughter.

In early 2019, Mrs. Daly suffered a heart attack. Pretty cruel that one of the nation’s leading surgeons died unexpectedly in the middle of a hospital. Surrounded by doctors, sitting in a building full of medicine’s finest, there was simply nothing to be done, and not enough time to save her. It didn’t make sense to Priya, even as she processed the fact that this happened in part because she worked herself ragged, because she made her career her entire life outside of loving her daughter and husband, and because heart attack symptoms are so much harder to catch in women. What she started to feel instead of devastation was anger.

A beautiful funeral was hosted, and Priya endured kind words from almost every esteemed colleague her mother worked with, every mentor that shaped her, and every student she taught. She was loved, so loved-- that much was evident in the community around her that felt this loss at their core. But Priya wouldn’t cry with them, wouldn’t empathize, because all she could see was people that took her mother from her, people that her mother chose over her own life.

The tipping point was when she dropped out of med school. She fought with her father, she started acting out and behaving in all the ways she’d never been allowed to, feeling herself find some sort of relief in the freedom it brought. She’d stay out late drinking, partying, blowing money and maxing out her cards, though she knew she’d never run out. It felt good, like she could push and push the limits. Priya knew it was a common symptom of people who cheated death to try and chase extremes. She hadn’t been the one to come close to death, but it had affected her all the same.

After a year of her reckless behavior, her attitude and personality turning sour compared to the girl who always said yes and always tried to be the best, the foundation was more than sick and exhausted with the girl who was running their name through the mud of the streets of New York’s elite. And though secretly Priya still desperately wanted her birthright, to one day inherit the foundation, she couldn’t hide her disdain for it in turn.

Then she found her mother’s old medical journals, different ones all filled with notes on her residency as a young woman, plans for medical trials, love letters she’d drafted for her husband. It was an array of the woman she was in all her many sides. And in one of them, Priya found a photo of two young girls: one with long black curls and the same demure smile she’d always seen on her mom, another with short dark hair, brandishing a wicked grin as she held a young Elizabeth Daly close in the sunlight.

Penned on the back read, Lizzie and Priya, Gallagher ‘87, together til the end.

The page it had fallen out of described a place Priya had never heard about. She’d always known her mother had attended medical school later than usual, but she’d never known where exactly she’d been before then. And every time throughout her teens that Priya had asked about her mysterious namesake, her mother had always said, “When you’re older, darling.” She was older now, but she didn’t have her mother by her side anymore. All she had were broken dreams, a broken home, and a journal with a ticket to the last of what her mother hid from her.

By the end of the summer, she’d succeeded in following the trail to Gallagher Academy, dangling her mother’s name and the foundation’s glittery reputation in front of her long enough to get herself an entrance exam. Suffice to say, the material covered was a lot crazier than anything she’d seen in her own college and med-school exams, but Priya had managed to keep her wits about her, using her already advanced intlellect to navigate the test, part of it feeling strangely natural.

It wasn’t until her acceptance letter arrived that she marched up to her father’s office, slamming the paper down with a bitter grin, and for a moment, Mr. Daly could have sworn he was looking at the spitting image of his late wife’s best friend. Priya only stayed long enough to fight about it, to argue about ‘should’ and ‘shouldn’t’, ‘can’ and ‘can’t’. By the end of the fight, her father could do nothing to stop her from changing her mind, but what he could do was offer a promise. If Priya saw this thing through, and graduated from her mother’s alma mater, he’d do his best to secure her place at the foundation’s board. But if she let her newly reckless behavior screw it all up, that was it. She’d be cut off for good.

“You’re on,” Priya had responded with steely confidence, once again shocking her father with her resemblance to her namesake.

The next morning, she was gone, on a plane to the school her mother had never let her know existed, but had given her both some of the best years of her life, and the woman she’d name her daughter after. Though Priya still holds so much turmoil in her heart, she wants so badly to be able to feel close to her mom again, and this might be the only way forward to do just that. Maybe spy school isn’t anywhere in the plan she’d crafted for herself at eighteen, but it beats staying in a broken home, waiting to be told she’d never inherit her family name the way she’d always wanted. And really, how hard can it be?

TL;DR - THE FACTS

Priya is daughter to two world-renowned American surgeons, also in line to inherit the Elizabeth Daly Foundation, a super fancy and huge medical conglomerate

her mother was the head of the foundation and Chief of Surgery at her hospital, both based in New York City

Priya grew up to be prim and proper, always saying yes and being the good girl

her mom was pretty much her best friend for all her life, even as her work took over she still managed to love and care for her family just as much

they’re Iranian-American, and she was named after her mom’s late best friend

in early 2019, after her mom worked her self ragged for both her jobs, she suffered a heart attack and tragically passed, forcing her father to take over the foundation

Priya knew it was because she worked so hard, that she barely took time for herself outside of others

she started to get angry, angry at the foundation for putting so much on her mom, angry at her mom for letting it happen, just angry at everything

she acted out the way she was never allowed to, starting to blow money left and right, drinking and partying, causing chaos and basically being an embarrassment to the whole foundation

eventually she found out her mom was a Gallagher alum, something that had been a secret to her all her life, so she gets herself an entrance exam

when she passes, her father gives her a promise: if Priya can manage to graduate from Gallagher, he’ll secure her place at the foundation, but if she screw it up, she’ll be cut off for good

Priya takes it on, her biggest reason for going to try and somehow be close to her mom again despite still being so conflicted and angry about everything

wild child is back to school!

let’s go lesbians!!

Medical Training major, because yeah that is the only thing she knows and she was always gonna come back to medicine eventually

reckless and rash, flirtatious and confident, a bit of a spitfire

CONNECTIONS

Nico Casiraghi: knew each other from richy-rich circles, always thought he was an ass; he’s now extra-condescending to her after she’s become such a menace and she hates him even more

Cecilia Casiraghi: also knew her before Cecilia ran away; pretty much just sees her as the ‘baby’ Casiraghi and has no idea how tough she now is

Margot Lusignan: met her at Gallagher, Priya pretty much became infatuated with her after their first meeting, definitely has the hots for her! fwb?

Jo Tran: knew her from New York; didn’t know a whole lot about her before, but now Priya thinks Jo is actually way cool

Ophelia Spencer: didn’t realize they met at the Gala, only sees her as some super rude girl who needs an attitude check!

Mary Sakamoto: the first person to really get her to smile at Gallagher; she’s been pretty happy to slowly become better and better friends with Mary

Stella Manchesi: Medical Training buds! Priya’s a little annoyed with the very casual way Stella takes on medicine, but she’s down with her anyway!

Juno Choi: knew each other from family in New York! Priya definitely thinks Juno is both super cool and considers her a good friend

Raina Virani, Beatrice Fitzsimmons, Calypso Marshall: her awesome roomies who she hasn’t allowed herself to get super close to, but she’d also fight anyone for any and all of them, do not mess with them!

(i’ve been all over the place the last two months, please dm me if i’m missing something or if you wanna plot anything!)

#abt #gallagher:intro #oh WHEW sorry this took so long i genuinely forgot after a second! ty to the admins and all of yall for bearing w me <3 #new intro graphic! the others will be updated soon weeeee #i tried for so long to do a google doc and i just cant omg yall who do are gods #ok take this im i truly cant even tell if this came out well or not snvkjn

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love-skincareroutine · 3 years

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Jennifer Lopez Skin Care

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Jennifer Lopez Skin Care

A. Everything You Need To Know About Jennifer Lopez’s Skincare Routine

That’s exactly how the triple threat maintains its coveted “JLo glow”. Few people have skin as fabulous as Jennifer Lopez. Her radiant and wrinkle-free complexion has been a source of admiration for the world for decades-and inspires fans to search Google for the answer to her beautiful naked face. It is complete and meticulous, but doable.

“People always ask about my skin,” Lopez told Hoda Kotb and Kathie Lee Gifford during a segment in 2014. “I must say that I have good genes. My mom and grandma had beautiful skin, so I was blessed that way. No I had plastic surgery … no injections, no filling, nothing. ”

In December 2020, the 51-year-old from the Bronx answered the prayers of those looking for Lopez’s skin care routine with the launch of JLo Beauty: a central line of products like sunscreen, eye cream and serum (available now) that help maintain Lopez’s charisma disease can achieve what “the JLo-Leuchten” was coined.

But what else does the star Hustlers do other than use their lineage religiously to achieve natural perfection? Read everything we know about Lopez’s skin care routine, compiling interviews over the years.

1. Jennifer Lopez uses SPF every day

Sunscreens are easy to discard because they are uncomfortable or boring, but the fact is that everyone with beautiful skin trusts them, including Lopez. It’s all about finding the right formula for you, whether it’s a high-quality formula that melts on your skin or moisture with UV protection added to it.

“I was never the type to sunbathe, which is why my skin was self-sustaining,” she told us Weekly for the January 2018 edition of the outlet. However, the icon of beauty does not always escape sunlight. “I like to sunbathe like everyone else when I go on vacation,” she told POPSUGAR Beauty in December 2020. “It’s not something I over-abuse, but that’s why a large part [of JLo Beauty] was sunscreen. . ”

“A dermatologist told me too young to use sunscreen and I asked myself, ‘What do I need sunscreen for? I live in New York. “But the truth is, that was an important part of my ability to look young, because I used it as a moisturizer every day. It helped me protect myself from the elements, and many people don’t understand that such a big part of looking young is wearing sunscreen every day. ”

2. Jennifer Lopez believes in this skin care ingredient

Interestingly, the skin care ingredient of the lonely island cast member is a staple of the kitchen: olive oil. “My mom used to say that olive oil is the panacea for everything,” revealed Lopez in a statement shared with GRAZIA USA. “And it’s a secret that I’ve used over the years because it really works.”

It is now an irreplaceable part of Lopez’s skin care routine. “Whenever my hair, skin or nails dried, I went back to the oil,” she said at a Zoom meeting with beauty editors, explaining that this is exactly why the main ingredient of her skin care line has become the JLo Beauty Contributes Olive Complex line: A mixture of four parts of squalane, fermented olive oil, extra virgin olive oil and olive leaf extract.

3. Jennifer Lopez always washes her face after exercise

The actress casually trains five times a week, so of course it’s not strange to be sweaty … often. “I always, always wash my face after training,” she said hello! in 2016. “It helps to keep my pores clean and my skin looking healthy.”

4. Jennifer Lopez never sleeps in makeup

No matter how much Selena’s student wants to end the day and go to bed, she never gives up on her nightly cleaning routine. “I never go to bed without my makeup on and use night creams to keep my skin hydrated,” Lopez told People in 2016.

And we should all take notes of Lopez when it comes to his consistent sleep schedule. “Ideally, I would like to sleep nine or ten hours,” Lopez told InStyle in 2016. “But, anyway, I always make sure to get at least eight.”

5. Jennifer Lopez takes care of her body

Lopez’s skin care routine is clearly solid, but she also pays attention to how she feeds her body from the inside out. “I don’t drink, smoke and I don’t have caffeine,” she said in Weekly in 2016. “It really ruins your skin as you get older.” What does not hurt the skin? Greens and H2O, which Lopez has in abundance. “We eat a lot of green vegetables, asparagus, Brussels sprouts, broccoli and kale,” she told the establishment. And instead of wine, she drinks at least seven glasses of water a day.

In May 2020, her chef, Kelvin Fernandez, announced that Lopez likes to start the day with green juice. She is not a big fan of fruits, but will drink a mix of “vegetables like spinach, cucumber and celery”.

6. Jennifer Lopez takes it easy on her days off

If Lopez doesn’t like makeup artist Mary Phillips and hairdresser Chris Appleton, she is probably keeping things simple and relaxed. “I am very cautious with my daily beauty routine. I have to wear a lot of makeup to work. So, when I’m not working, I usually wear little or no makeup, ”hitmaker Jenny From the Block told Instyle in 2018.

7. Jennifer Lopez gets occasional treatment

No, it’s not botox or filler, but a facial treatment that adds a little more TLC to her skin outside of Lopez’s skin care routine. Before appearing on the 2020 Super Bowl break program, the famous beautician Toska Husted did a facial with Biologique Recherche products. She is also no stranger to Dr. Lancers Signature Placenta Facial, an anti-aging treatment that “promotes the production of collagen and elastin”.

B. 11 Anti-Aging Tricks Jennifer Lopez Uses to Look Half Her Age

Jennifer Lopez’s impressive appearance at the Super Bowl LIV halftime show got everyone talking. Not only did her pole dance skills come to the point with someone-like an experienced professional-in her 20s, but her timeless beauty quickly earned her the nickname J. Glow.

So how does the star manage to make 50 look like the new 20 when it comes to flawless skin? Ahead of it is the A-Lister source with the secrets of youth care – from healthy habits to the exact anti-aging products in your beauty arsenal.

1. She gets her beauty serenity

Despite her busy acting schedule, new music, concerts, movie premieres, training with her fiance, outlaw Alex Rodriguez and the mother of her two children (Max and Emme), Lopez somehow finds time to sleep more than most countries.

“Tip number one is always to get enough sleep. I can’t stress enough,” she told InStyle in 2018. “I would love to sleep nine or ten hours, but either way, I always make sure I get it.” at least eight. ”

2. It hydrates and nourishes cleanly

Lopez believes that beauty starts from within. “Sorry, it’s true! I think drinking lots of water and fresh food with lots of fruits and vegetables (I always keep them with me) affects the quality of the skin,” she told People in 2016.

3. She doesn’t drink or smoke

You can see J. Lo outside the house from time to time, but you’ll never catch her throwing drinks back or blowing a cigarette. “She doesn’t drink, she doesn’t smoke. She lives a very clean life,” confirmed the groom in 2018, Harper’s Bazaar.

4. It also avoids caffeine

While Lopez is enjoying breakfast, she gets the decaf. “I haven’t had caffeine in years,” she told us in 2016 Weekly.

5. She has great genes

While she works hard to maintain her J.Lo shine, she also admits that she has a genetic advantage. “I must say that I have good genes,” she confessed today. “My mom and grandma had beautiful skin, so I was blessed with her. I am so happy.”

6. She meditates and uses mantras

In addition to his diet, Lopez believes that there is a connection between the mind and the body when it comes to beauty. “I definitely think that beauty comes from within – you need to keep your mind, soul, body and spirit in sync,” she told InStyle in 2016. “I firmly believe in meditation and when you are happy and have joy and love, you radiate beauty. ”

She also revealed to Harper’s Bazaarin in 2018 that she is a fan of daily mantras and affirmations. “I am young and timeless. I say this to myself every day, a few times a day. It sounds like fucking cliché, but it’s not like age is all in your head. Look at Jane Fonda,” she shared.

7. She washes her face after training

Lopez works – a lot! And after each welding session, she makes sure to refresh herself. “I always wash my face after training,” she told Hello! “It helps to keep my pores clean and my skin is healthy.”

8. It also cleanses the face before sleeping

As tired as J.Lo is, she never neglects her skin care routine. “I never go to bed without my makeup on and use night creams to moisturize my skin,” she told People in 2016.

9. It protects your skin from sun damage

Lopez believes strongly in the SPF, she told InStyle in 2018. “I try not to spend too much time in the sun,” she added. In an interview with People in 2016, she also revealed that she uses sunscreen every day to protect her skin.

10. She uses glycolic acid to shine

Lopez also revealed to people that she regularly uses glycolic acid to “achieve a healthy glow and clear skin”. Her contact person? L’Oreals Bright Reveal Brightening Day Moisturizer SPF 30 ($ 18; amazon.com), an affordable anti-aging moisturizer with SPF 30 to protect skin from the sun and glycolic acid, Vitamin C and Pro-Retinol to lighten and soften skin while reducing the appearance of fine lines and wrinkles.

11. It invests in anti-aging products for the skin

While she can spend hours in the makeup chair for presentations and special occasions, Lopez ensures that her skin can breathe. “I’m quite reluctant about my daily beauty routine,” she admitted to InStyle in 2016. “I have to wear a lot of makeup to work, so I usually do that when I’m not working.” wear little or no makeup. ”

While she tries to run out of makeup whenever possible, the star relies on structured skin care regimes to keep her complexion healthy and youthful-looking. She revealed Hello! Even some of her favorite skin care products. While most of her favorites aren’t * so * cheap, it’s worth checking out some of her proven products.

At the end of a long day, J.Lo relies on Lancer Skincare The Method: Cleanse ($ 55; dermstore.com) to remove excess oil, increase cell renewal and protect skin from future damage. She also loves the brand’s Lancer Skincare Eye Contour Lifting cream ($ 95; nordstrom.com) to help reduce dark circles, wrinkles and puffiness thanks to a powerful formula of caffeine, hyaluronic acid and peptides to brighten the eye area.

Her longtime makeup artist, Scott Barnes, revealed in a 2018 interview with Popsugar that the star bets on La Mer Moisturizing Cream (starting at $ 90; nordstrom.com), a popular cream that deeply moisturizes dry skin. “That’s the only thing that is in the makeup ward, no matter what,” he said.

And although she has an arsenal of luxury products, J.Lo confessed, in an appearance on Watch What Happens Live With Andy Cohen in 2014, that she was Dr. Hauschka’s rose day cream ($ 45; amazon. com) was a cheaper product. a friendly moisturizer that uses avocado and rosehip oils to hydrate, nourish and soothe irritated skin.

C. Jennifer Lopez’s Nighttime Skin-Care Routine Is Just 3 Steps Long

All products presented at Glamor are independently selected by our editors. However, if you purchase something through our retail links, we may receive an affiliate commission.

In case you didn’t know, Jennifer Lopez has a new line of skin products called JLo Beauty and she wants you to use it! What better way to demonstrate the effects of That Jlo Glow Serum or That Fresh Take Eye Cream than to really show what she is doing under her flawless makeup?

In the post-New Year video, Lopez is still wearing her stage makeup from a recent performance that she describes as “a lot of makeup”. The pop star starts her nightly skin care routine in three steps with her new cleanser That Hit Single. She applies only a quarter of the size of the Pinky Pearlescent product to her face before cleaning her makeup with her hands. “Wash 2020”, she joked.

For the remainder of her eight-minute video, Lopez demonstrates the rest of her routine by passing on to her $ 118 That JLo Glow Serum, which she says gives her “more shine than if I were wearing makeup”.

Lopez claims that she sent the product back to the drawing board about 23 times before getting the “firming and instant shine” effect she was looking for. Lopez then closed his video with That Blockbuster Wonder Cream.

Jennifer Lopez recently announced to Glamor that she never tried Botox. “I’m not that person. I have nothing against who does this. It’s just not my thing,” she said during Zoom’s call with beauty editors. “I’m more interested in a natural approach to skin care. I think, honestly, it starts with who you are on the inside first and it shows on your face on the outside. That’s number one.”

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You're the Best Part (Heidi x Jaida) - Frankenvenus

a/n i wrote for this pairing cause of the way heidi and jaida talk about how close they got on the show which is so cute. i thought fuck it! let’s write a pregnancy au. the title is a lyric from best part by daniel caeser & h.e.r - 2 very talented black artists.

Jaida didn’t plan it. She had been with her deadbeat boyfriend for seven months before realising she didn’t swing his way. She ended up coming out to him over a very uncomfortable dinner date, and before she could even register what was going on, he had packed everything of his from her small Wisconsin home and left.

It was difficult at first. When your life revolves around this one person, it’s hard to find meaning when things are just over. Heidi helped - of course. Heidi from across the street - Jaida’s ride or die. There wasn’t a dull moment around the younger woman. Although the break up was rough and sudden, Heidi was by Jaida’s side to ease the pain.

Then, out of nowhere, Jaida fell sick. She would just be sitting, minding her own business when she would suddenly feel nauseated. She would have to rush to the bathroom and throw up, then she’d sit there for hours afterwards, head pounding painfully at the mere thought of food. It wasn’t until Heidi came over did Jaida move from her position. The young blonde rushed towards where she lay on the bathroom floor, placing a hand on her forehead.

“Jesus, girl. You are burning up. Let me get you some Tylenol or something I-” she yanked open Jaida’s medicine cabinet above her sink, rummaging through it for any kind of pain killer. “Are you food poisoned? It wasn’t my soup, was it? Fuck, I knew it smelt funny.”

Jaida groaned, wisps of her brown hair clinging to her forehead with sweat. She felt disgusting. She felt even worse having to tell Heidi that she hadn’t touched her soup. She just wasn’t feeling it. She had started to have strong cravings for peanut butter over the previous few days, so she had only really been eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for meals.

Upon telling Heidi this, the young blonde’s face dropped.

“Cravings?”

“Mhm.”

“Bitchhh,” the girl bit her lip and she looked at Jaida with a strange expression, “When was the last time you, you know… did it?”

“Did what?”

Heidi thought over how to say what she wanted to respectfully, without crossing the line. After dodging the big word with many synonyms to no avail, she just said it straight up. “When did you last get fucked?”

The older woman’s jaw went slack, suddenly feeling like passing out. She gripped the bottom of the sink to steady herself. She and her ex-boyfriend had had sex at least twice in the month prior to their break-up, and although she had been taking her birth control, he had consistently refused to wear a condom. Jaida remembered from her college reproductive biology class that 1 in 100 women would get pregnant on the pill annually. She really hoped she had food poisoning instead of being part of the unlucky 1%. She directed Heidi to the emergency pregnancy test in her cabinet, and the blonde promptly waited outside whilst Jaida followed the instructions printed on the box.

“Can you please talk to me whilst I wait? Distract me with your dumbass stories or somethin’,” Jaida joked, but her voice was shaky.

“Did I ever mention I’m a dom top?” Heidi began, and Jaida almost choked. “Yeah, I like tied a gal to the bed once. She said I was really good at it, but I wouldn’t know. She sounded super bored so I wanted to impress her. Her name was like… Dahlia, I think… and when I was fucking her I couldn’t stop thinking about the Black Dahlia and how when they found her body her mouth had been cut into a smile-”

“Preferably not about murder, Heidi. Chile…” Jaida tried to sound angry, but god it was hard. The fact that she was sitting here, possibly pregnant, after throwing up non-stop and Heidi could still elicit a laugh from her blew her mind.

Five minutes passed, Heidi continued to lie about being a dom-top, and then it was time to check the test.

“Heidi? Can you come in and look for me? I don’t think I can do it myself,” breathed Jaida, and her friend nodded without a word. The brunette clenched her fists subconsciously, looking at the floor whilst Heidi picked up the small stick.

“What do the two red lines mean again?” asked the blonde.

Fuck.

Jaida had made the decision not to tell her ex-boyfriend, the father of her soon-to-be child, that she was pregnant. She had heard from mutual friends that he had left the state and moved to Illinois, but quite frankly, she didn’t care.

Her mom had been overjoyed upon finding out, for she had always wanted to be a grandmother. She promised to support Jaida as a single mother throughout her pregnancy and her child’s life.

However, the most supportive person in the brunette’s life at that moment in time was Heidi. Heidi would always knock on the door and bring round a dish that matched Jaida’s daily cravings, she would buy her non-alcoholic wine so they could still drink and watch movies together, she would tend to Jaida when her mourning sickness got back and she would attend every single one of her friend’s check-ups. Jaida was starting to believe Heidi was her guardian angel - because she sure looked like it.

They sat together in the waiting room for Jaida’s second ultrasound. She was nearing her second trimester, and although it was small, there was a visible bump on her stomach. Heidi couldn’t take her hands off it. The blonde held a cheap magazine in one hand and kept her other hand on Jaida’s tummy, awaiting the feeling of a kick (although Jaida had told her it was likely too early for that.) Heidi mocked the trashy magazine headlines while they waited, causing the brunette to laugh so hard she almost cried.

“Girl, one day you’re gonna make this fuckin’ baby shoot out of me five months early cause I’ve been laughing too hard,” Jaida wheezed, gripping the side of the uncomfortable waiting room chair. People around them stared, but they didn’t pay attention.

Heidi gasped, “Oh my goodness Jaida, you can’t curse! What if your baby hears? You don’t want it to pop out of your coochie trash talking like its mommy…”

“Shut up bitch!”

Before they could disturb their surroundings anymore, a nurse entered and called them in. Jaida sat herself down on the chair and the nurse reclined it back slightly. Heidi sat on a small stool to the left of Jaida, watching Jaida with a shit-eating grin on her face. The sonographer, Dr Cox, entered the room, pulling gloves onto her slender hands.

“Well, I can see you have developed a small bump since your last check-up with me,” Dr cox smiled, applying lubricating jelly to Jaida’s stomach to prevent friction from the ultrasound transducer. The gel sent shivers through the brunette, but Heidi reached for her hand and warmed her up. “How are you feeling?” asked the sonographer.

“I’m feeling great. The sickness and nausea have kinda gone away. I’ve been having lots of cravings though,” Jaida sighed, “But it’s all good. Heidi over here got me a Build-a-Bear as a baby shower gift, but it’s more so for me than the baby.”

Dr Cox chuckled as Heidi flipped her hair like the proud best-friend she was.

“Isn’t it early for baby gifts? You don’t even know the gender yet!” Dr Cox said as she hovered the transducer over Jaida’s stomach.

Heidi cut in, “I think she’s plannin’ to raise the baby neutral. She’s gonna let it decide what it wants as it gets older. Until then, we are dressing it rainbow.”

Dr Cox couldn’t help but grin as she stared into the ultrasound, and Jaida felt her face heat up, hoping that the doctor wouldn’t notice. There was just something about the way Heidi spoke with such confidence and conviction that made Jaida’s heart swell in ways she didn’t know it could. What also caused the brunette’s head to spin was the way Heidi said we. They were going to raise this child together.

“Well, of course you can raise the baby gender-neutral. That’s a great idea,” Dr Cox chuckled, moving the transducer across, “But, I can tell you the sex. I can see it right here!”

Jaida’s eyes widened, “You can?”

“Mhm. Do you wanna know?”

“Uh, yes please. Duh.”

Dr Cox pointed at the screen as Jaida and Heidi watched curiously, “Thatis a little girl!”

Jaida tipped her head back in pure bliss. Although she hadn’t spoken it out loud, she had desperately wanted a girl.

“I am so happy. No loud ass boys in this house!” Heidi clapped with glee.

“You don’t even live with me,” Jaida laughed.

“I may as well!”

“Do you have a name for it?” Heidi asked whilst Jaida was biting into a hot pickle - the eight one she had eaten that day.

“Yeah, but it’s a surprise,” Jaida winked with a mouthful of food, “You’re just gonna have to wait and see.”

The blonde slammed her dainty hands on the table, “Bitch! Tell me.”

“Girl, I said surprise. You only have about a month to wait.”

Jaida was right. Her bump was ginormous, to the point that she couldn’t see her toes anymore, and it was clear that the baby was well on its way. Her back hurt constantly, her boobs had swollen their way out of most of her bras, and her hormones were going nuts. She was horny all the time, and incredibly touch starved. Despite having no love for her boyfriend, she missed the feeling of nuzzling her nose into his neck or having filthy words whispered in her ear whilst she was showering.

Every time the brunette looked at Heidi - plump lips, button nose and all - she tried to suppress the need to intertwine their fingers, rub her thigh or gently kiss her forehead. Jaida blamed the thoughts about her friend on the hormones, but deep down she knew there was more to it.

She still hadn’t grown tired of Heidi, even though they had spent practically every minute of the past eight months together. Heidi would still make her warm soup, brew her cups of tea and come over with bags of chips for Jaida, and she would never hesitate. The brunette felt like she owed her life to the younger woman.

It was Heidi’s idea to get the baby’s heartbeat tattooed. They had been given a picture by Dr Cox, and as a birthday gift for Jaida, Heidi had taken her to her friends Widow and Crystal’s tattoo parlour just out of town. The two girls were very well known for their minimalistic yet stylish tattoo designs, and they worked on dark skin flawlessly, unlike many other tattooists in the state. Heidi handed the picture to Widow and the latter was more than excited to execute the idea.

Jaida, being the overly cautious mother-to-be that she was, forced Crystal to thoroughly clean the needle right in front of her out of fear of hurting the child with infection. Crystal assured her that everything was fine and perfectly hygienic, but the brunette didn’t believe it until Heidi told her so. She finally relaxed as Widow pressed the needle against the soft skin of her upper arm.

“How does it look so far?” Jaida asked Heidi through gritted teeth.

“It’s gorgeous.”

“I wish my mom got tattoos done when she was pregnant with me,” Crystal chuckled, preparing the petroleum ointment that she would gently apply on Jaida’s skin once Widow had finished. “That’s so badass.”

“It was all Heidi’s idea,” Jaida smiled, nearly fainting when the apple’s of Heidi’s cheeks reddened slightly.

They were in line at Wendy’s when it happened. Jaida had been craving a spicy chicken sandwich, so Heidi drove her there without debate. The place was busy, so they were waiting for quite a while. Jaida earned a few stares, which was understandable considering she was heavily pregnant. And then she felt it.

“Oh my God, why does it feel like I’m fucking peeing?” Jaida gulped, her heartbeat quickening with distress. “Am I peeing? I didn’t need the bathroom? I feel like my bladder bopped…”

Heidi gasped and grabbed Jaida’s hand, “Holy fuck Jaida, I read about this. Your water just broke!”

It made sense. Jaida’s due date was set for the next week, but for some reason, the brunette hadn’t considered the child being anything but on time. She found it really cute that Heidi had done her research, though she hardly had time to register it because she was being rushed back to the car.

“What about my chicken sandwich?” she frowned as Heidi pressed her foot down on the pedal.

“Fuck your chicken sandwich! We gotta go!”

Thankfully, the hospital wasn’t far. Within ten minutes, they had reached the large building and were being attended to by multiple nurses.

“Oh fuck!” Jaida whimpered as she felt a heavy pressure press against her pelvis, not unlike a period cramp. The nurses told her not to worry, as she was just experiencing contractions, but she was worrying a lot.

Quicker than she could express her feelings, Heidi sensed them. She reached for Jaida’s shaky hand and gripped it, bringing her lips to it and kissing it gently multiple times.

The action was friendly, but it for sure eased Jaida’s pain.

“Heidi can you… can you call my mom?”

“Sure, hon.”

Hon. It seemed like such a domesticated pet name. Jaida felt like crying.

Ten minutes later, Jaida’s mom burst into the hospital room, looking glamorous as ever. Jaida was the spitting image of her, and Heidi found herself wondering if Jaida’s child would be the same.

“Are you okay, sweetie pie?” her mom asked, pushing past Heidi and grabbing her daughter’s hand comfortingly.

“I’m fine. Slightly uncomfortable, though.”

Jaida was still yet to go into labour, but the doctors and nurses had advised that she stay put at the hospital because it was likely that she would start soon. She was extremely nervous. Growing up, she had always found the prospect of birth disgusting and painful. Now that she was experiencing it - she was right. Her head was sticky with sweat, her lips were dry and the milk that had started coming in two days prior had caused her to feel constantly uncomfortable. To her surprise, Heidi had shown her how to use the breast pump, so now she had many cups of milk sitting in the fridge, waiting for baby Hall to arrive.

It wasn’t long before Jaida went into labour, and Heidi stayed by her the entire time (after having to argue with a nurse to try and convince her that she was practically family.) Their hands stayed connected through the entire process, and Heidi whispered Jaida comforting promises whilst the latter screamed in pain and agony.

Jaida didn’t cry often, but in the four hours that it took to deliver her baby, she must’ve cried her entire body mass. She cried harder after Heidi softly whispered in her ear, ‘We can do this together.’ She knew she couldn’t cope simply being Heidi’s best friend and next-door neighbour anymore. She wanted Heidi. Even more so, she wanted Heidi to be her child’s second parent. It was a huge thing to ask, and she told herself that she would never seriously ask it, but she knew that Heidi would make an incredible mom.

After hours of sobbing, the only cries that filled the room were the cries of Jaida’s beautiful little baby. The baby’s small head was already covered with little black curls upon delivery, and Jaida couldn’t help but stroke them softly whilst the newborn fell asleep in her arms. The baby’s nose was small and cute and Heidi had already gently booped it about fifteen times.

“It’s so tiny,” Jaida’s mom gaped.

“Look at its little hands,” Heidi added.

“Y’all wanna know what I decided to call it?” questioned Jaida, and both women nodded profusely, “I decided to call it Willow cause it’s kinda unisex and the willow tree on our street started growing right when I found out I was pregnant. It cannot be a coincidence.”

For the first time that day, Jaida watched as Heidi’s eyes became glassy. They quickly became filled with tears that spilt over after she said, “I love it.”

Jaida looked into Heidi’s eyes and saw something there that she hadn’t seen before. Both their eyes were dark and stared deeply into one another, further past what each of them saw.

“Momma, can you take Willow for a second? I need a moment with Heidi here,” the brunette asked and her mom nodded, carefully scooping the sleeping baby from her daughter’s arms. She stepped out of the room and into the hallway, leaving Jaida and Heidi there alone.

“Thank you for being here,” Jaida sniffled, reaching forward to take her friend’s soft hands, “I really don’t know how I would’ve coped without you. You have helped me more these past nine months than anyone has ever had. I owe you everything.”

“Girl, you’re gonna make me so emotional,” Heidi giggled through her tears, “I am so proud of you. You really said fuck this baby daddy I’m gonna birth this child all alone and raise it alone cause I’m the baddest bitch alive.”

The brunette bit her lip before placing her hand on the side of Heidi’s face nervously, causing the blonde’s lips to part subconsciously, “But I didn’t do it alone. I did it with you.”

Before either of them could say another word, Heidi pulled Jaida in by the back of her neck and tipped their lips up to meet one another in the softest, gentlest kiss either of them had ever experienced. It was nothing like the ones Jaida shared with her ex-boyfriend - those had no meanings - but this meant the world. Nine months of pent up emotions spilt out into the intimate embrace. Heidi’s lips explored Jaida’s hesitantly, like she was made of glass, but the brunette assured her not to be afraid by gently dragging her tongue across the blonde’s lower lip.

After another minute, they pulled away, breathless. They kept staring into one another’s eyes, looking for answers, until Jaida was the first to say it.

“I love you,” she muttered, “I have loved you this whole damn time.”

“I love you too,” Heidi wept, pressing her lips against Jaida’s flushed cheek briefly.

“Heidi I- I don’t know how to tell you this but I… I want you to be Willow’s mom, along with me. I want us to parent this kid together. I can’t do it alone.”

Heidi gasped, “Oh my lord I was waiting for you to ask that.”

“Chile… Are you serious?”

“Yes, bitch! I’ve always wanted to raise a child and teach it my ways and Willow… Willow is so beautiful. Just like their momma. Of course I wanna raise this baby with you.”

“I love you so, so much.”

11 months later

Jaida and Heidi had made an agreement that Jaida was to be called mom and Heidi was momma, to avoid any confusion, however, Willow was still yet to form a real word. Willow was a fantastic babbler and had perfected the art of incoherent sounds and blowing raspberries, but nothing that had escaped their lips was actually in the dictionary.

“Oh lord, what if Willow never speaks… What if they grow up mute?” Jaida panicked, her head in her hands against the kitchen counter.

“Calm down, baby,” Heidi sighed, placing her hand on the small of her girlfriend’s back, “If they’ve got even a fragment of your brain, I just know they’re gonna be a smartass.”

“Smartass!”

A voice echoed across the room. Heidi shoved Jaida gently for mocking her, but Jaida defended herself, promising that it wasn’t her who said it. They were confused for a second before the realisation dawned on them. They rushed towards Willow’s crib where the child sat, sucking on the floppy ear of a stuffed toy.

“What did you just call me, Willow Essence Anthonie-Hall?” Jaida squinted, leaning over the crib to watch her baby’s lips curl up into a smile.

“Smartass,” Willow grinned, causing Heidi nearly to pass out with laughter.

Jaida scooped Willow up and held them over her head, “You can’t say that! Heidi, tell Willow that they can’t say that!”

Heidi was wheezing too hard to respond, but after a minute of bellowing laughter, she managed to say, “Willow ain’t wrong!”

“Not only am I being bullied by my girlfriend, but also my almost 1-year-old kid,” she faux-gasped, “I’m leaving!” she joked, before bursting into laughter. Things couldn’t have been better.

#rpdr fanfiction #heidi n closet #jaida essence hall #heidi x jaida #fic challenge #black girl magic fic #fluff #friends to lovers #pregnancy au #lesbian au #frankenvenus #diversity fic #s12 #rare pair

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Moonlight Becomes You: Apocalypse Midnight Dance Party, Ch. 24

NicoMaki, NozoEli, RinPana, KanaMari, YoshiMaru, YouDia, Love Live/Love Live Sunshine, 1.9K, 24/?

Summary: Rin arrives on the scene, Nico ignores the problem, Hanamaru prepares for a trip.

Rin To The Rescue

“MAKI!!!!”

Maki was sitting in the room You had taken her to, staring at her phone, wondering what she could say to Nico, wondering why Nico wasn’t texting her, angry that Nico could just leave. Maki had been there through Nico’s rabid feral roommate crisis and this, this...Nico had just gone out the door.

“MAKI!!!!!!”

Rin? Here?

Pounding on the door.

“Maki?!?!?? Are you in there? Are you arrested?!!???! I’ll break you out.”

It was Rin. Only Rin would be yelling things like that in the middle of a police station. Maki almost giggled, forgetting Nico for a moment.

“Get in here.” Maki opened the door, grabbed Rin and dragged her inside, “Why are you here?”

“You left me in Canada.” Anger was a rare look on Rin’s kind face, but Maki could feel the glare.

“It was an emergency.”

“Leaving me in Canada is an emergency, Maki.”

Maki slumped, “I’m sorry, Rin.” Head in hands, Maki was torn between aggravation at Rin here confronting her and relief that Rin was here, confronting her. Wait…”How are you here?”

“Kayo-chin tracks our phones.”

“WHAT?!!!” Maki was on her feet again, looming, but Rin didn’t back away.

“That’s not the problem.” Rin wagged a finger under Maki's nose.

“That is the problem.”

“Why are you under arrest?”

“I’m not.”

“You were locked up.”

Maki sighed. Rin was a very literal person.

“I did that.”

“Why?”

Maki didn’t even know where to start. Why was she here? Nico left...Dia, Dia…”Oh gods.”

Maki closed her eyes and sank to the floor. “Mama.” Dia had called her Mama. And Eli had three tails and Maki’s mother was buddy buddy with cryptid central’s favorite cop…

“Maki, what’s wrong?” Rin was sitting beside her, only concern in her voice. Of all Maki’s blessings, the biggest was her friends. Rin and Hanayo had been there so many times. All the music Maki could ever write couldn’t repay them for helping her acknowledge what she wanted in her life.

Maki always told them the truth.

“Dia thinks I’m her mother.”

“Who’s Dia?”

Oh right, Canada. Maki stood, “C’mon, it’ll be easier to show you.”

“Oooh, field trip.”

“There’s a lab. Don’t blow anything up.”

Rin saluted.

###

Nico paid the driver, forgot to tip, or smile, or speak. Step out of the car, walk to door, unlock door, open door, throw phone into couch where the vibrations would be absorbed and Nico could ignore them, head to room, pack for trip. Be a professional. Maki obviously didn’t know anything about being a professional with her house that could be used for an action movie set and gigs she could have her lawyer on retainer cancel at a whim. Not professional. Nico would never cancel, unless it was a family emergency…family...

No. Not going there. Nico survived by focusing. And Nico always survived. And thrived. Everything would work out.

Nico wasn’t sure if that was the buzz of her phone she heard before she slammed her bedroom room door.

###

Hanamaru enjoyed visiting Riko. Although this occasion was not so pleasant, with Yoshiko so worried. But Hanamaru always relished opening the shop door and stepping out into a future where more care was being taken of people and the planet. That care, that hope made the entire atmosphere more...sparkling, like water droplets in sunlight over cresting waves, a tingling exhilaration. But Yoshiko’s nightmares were concerning. The candles and incense as Hanamaru entered her meditative state had soothed the worries, just long enough for her to focus on Riko, the prophet's bright tone dampened by anxiety. As Hanamaru stood there, centuries of books a fortress, ready to leave this safe space to meet Yohane’s prophet, she wondered what would be changed on the other side of the door.

Open, step out, breathe in, the sparkle gone, replaced by the slightest tang of ash burn. Then hurry.

###

Dia stared. Younger Rin was exactly the same as the Rin she knew, all bouncy energy and pushing Maki ahead of her into rooms and adventures.

“So where’s this Dia?”

How had Rin got here and what had Maki told her? Probably everything. Rin had always known more about Maki than anyone other than Nico. Dia wasn’t sure if she should actually look up from where she was titrating a test mixture to add to a milliliter of Eli’s blood. Nope, she was just going to keep glancing shyly.

Rin hmmed, extravagantly, hand on her chin, circling Dia. “No eye contact, tall, smart, mole like your mom…” And then Dia was in a crushing hug.

“Bzzzzzttttt…let go!!!” Dia jumped back off the stool, dropping the glass burette she was using. Startled, Eli started whining, Nozomi trying to shush her.

“She’s a Nishikino, all right. All prickly.” Rin hugged Dia again, “Welcome to the family. Your Aunt Kayo-chin will be so excited to meet you.”

Maki rolled her eyes. Rin being here made everything less strange but a lot noisier. Dia seemed to have relaxed slightly.

Rin threw questions out, rapid fire. “So are you from Norway? Do you like lamb and cabbage stew? Did it hurt?”

“What?!!!!!???” Dia hissed.

Of course Rin went there. Maki doubled over with laughter. Dia looked so confused. “There is still no such thing as mystical monkey time travel, Rin.”

Rin, a ridiculously smug look on her face, raised and lowered a hand pointed at Dia and then widened her eyes at Maki, sticking out her tongue.

Dia giggled.

###

You hustled down the hall. She'd done all the Dia errands she could while here and now it was time to check on her friends. Who were doing exactly what she expected. Not coping well. Yoshiko anyway. You's office was way too small for Yoshiko’s increasing cloud of gloom and her worries over Dia. Kanan was her usual unruffled self, sitting at You’s computer, texting Mari and laughing at the memes Mari sent back.

“We’re all going to die.” Yoshiko muttered as soon as You entered.

“Cheerful.” You closed the door quickly.

“WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE!”

Yoshiko’s wings unfurled, slapping You on the cheek, Kanan glanced up, snapped a pic, and sent it to Mari.

Yoshiko, panic transforming into kinetic energy, was now hovering several inches off the floor that all of You’s loose paperwork was now occupying due to wing windspeed.

You grabbed Kanan’s phone, “Take her somewhere. Where’s Hanamaru?”

“ZURAMARU!!!!!!” A wail. “Zuramaru walks into a future that no longer exists, to risk all for a chance to gain wisdom from the prophet who sees into my dreams.”

“Riko.” You rubbed her forehead, cheek still stinging. “I’d like to take care of this with common sense, not more people ‘borrowed’ from the future.”

Kanan snorted, “Common sense lost the race when the dark angel here dropped her kidnap victim into the pool.”

“I didn’t kidnap her,” whining, “We could have had a simple chat, but she had to…”

You held up a hand, her voice edged with anger, “Just stop there, my friend, before I think too much about what you actually did to Dia.”

Yoshiko landed, wings pulled over her head, subdued.

Kanan leaned back in You's chair, arms behind her head. “Least it’s quieter in here now. Can I have my phone?”

“You are not helping. Please get Yoshiko out of here. I’m going to clear everybody but Dia out of the lab and try to do damage control.”

“Look cute. Use your adorable smile.” Kanan winked, “Charm her.”

“This is not a date.”

“You can’t date her, you can’t mix someone from the now now and someone from new then, or someone from the now then and someone from…” Yoshiko paused, temporarily choked up, confusion had put panic in a full nelson, “It’s a now no no.”

“I’m not dating anyone. I’m not interested in anyone. I’m just someone Dia doesn’t want to clock on the jaw.”

Kanan raised an eyebrow, but after a glance at the quivering Yoshiko decided to help You, not contradict her. She stood, her hand on the fallen angel's shoulder. “C’mon, Yoshiko, Hanamaru might be back by now. Mari says she dropped her off more than an hour ago.”

“See you later and tell her I said ‘hey.” You was half out the door, tossing Kanan her phone. “And text me what she finds out.”

“You.” Kanan sounded serious.

“Yeah?”

“Be careful.”

A grin and a cocky salute, “Ay Ay.”

###

There was a new person in the room. You counted again. Dia, Maki, three tailed Eli, Nozomi, and the new person. “Why is there a new person??”

“I’m Rin, Maki’s bestie. I rescued Maki from jail. Are you the cop?” Rin and Eli were nose to nose, and You couldn’t shake the sudden image of a ginger cat facing off against the Russian very mixed breed. “You’re pretty.” Rin reached for one of the tails. Eli swatted her. “And weird. Want to play fetch?”

“Rin.” Maki winced, glad Nico wasn’t here to hear that.

“What? She’s probably bored. Science is boring.”

“No, it’s not.” Dia muttered as she added to the list of things she needed You to acquire. “I need some more supplies.”

“Gimme the list.” You hopped over to the table.

“She seems helpful for a cop.” Rin was now standing next to Maki. Eli was following You. Nozomi seemed to be thinking.

“I’m a Coast Guard officer.”

“Lieutenant Commander and police liaison.” Dia slid her notepaper toward You.

“Why don’t we just call Mama?” Maki frowned at a stain on the wall, “There are much better labs at the hospital.”

You rubbed her hair, “Yeah, that might be a good option. We can just tell Dr. Nishikino we’re working on…”

“An antibody therapy.” Dia filled in.

“I thought you were working on a vaccine?”

“Those other cryptid blood samples you found and I tested had the same viral material as Eli’s. I think it’s much more prevalent in that population than anyone is aware so an antibody treatment would be of more immediate help.”

“So would anybody’s infected blood be good?” You asked.

Dia shook her head, “There’s something else in Eli’s blood. I think it’s helping her fight it.”

Maki sighed, “She is a lot calmer. Nico had me bring a muzzle…”

Eli growled a warning.

Maki held up both hands, “Sorry.”

“If I had a sample from when she had a single tail, it would be easier to isolate.”

“Is Eli in any danger?” Nozomi asked softly. Everyone jumped a little.

“I believe she’s past the riskiest stage.” Dia smiled at Nozomi.

“Will she stay like this?” Nozomi knelt, to gather an eager Eli into her arms.

Dia glanced at You, then spoke confidently, “The Eli I know is in complete control.”

You threw up her hands, “Got the winning lottery numbers for tomorrow? I need a change of luck. Yoshiko’s rubbing off on me.”

Rin petted You on the head. “You’re fun. And cute." Rin gave Maki a thumb's up. "I like our new friends, Maki.”

Maki was going to cry if she laughed and Nico still wasn’t calling or texting. Maybe that room You had taken her to was still empty.

“I’ll go call Mama.”

Dia watched her leave. Rin came around the lab table to give Dia a hug, “She’ll be okay.”

Dia nodded, desperate not to cry. You pulled a clean, delicate handkerchief embroidered with little flowers from somewhere and handed it over. “We got this.”

It was the wink that did it, launching Dia into full tears into Rin’s shoulder. You should have just kept quiet.

A/N: May

#NicoMaki #DiaYou #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #kunikida hanamaru #tsushima yoshiko #Kurosawa Dia #Watanabe You #Ayase Eli #Tojo Nozomi #Hoshizora Rin #Love Live #Apocalypse Midnight Dance #NozoEli #Science #Time Travel #Kim Possible #norway #Matsuura Kanan

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We Belong

Part 10 - Heaven

Evangeline Bruley returns to Cordonia to take over her families Duchy. She was betrothed to the now King, however he is engaged to Duchess Riley but still has lingering feelings towards his first love. What will happen during her time back in Cordonia?

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Warnings: Drama sorry not in this chapter 😉...FLUFF! What is wrong with me? I never do a full chapter of fluff 🤣 , closure after a miscarriage, matchmaking friends 🙌🏼, swearing.

Characters belong to Pixelberry apart from OC’s; Duchess Evangeline Bruley and Duke Tobias Farbridge.

*****

“What are you doing here?” Evie asked, believing they both had an ESP moment- both thinking about seeing each other and not leaving it a minute later. Handing her the flowers he had chosen, he kissed her on the cheek. His touch seemed to linger there for a moment, until he began to nervously fidget.

“I hope you like them, I know it’s not much but... I just needed you to know that I care still. I wanted to see you, I couldn’t wait until tomorrow. Are you going somewhere?” Seeing the disappointment on his face, she cupped his cheek- softly smiling at him.

“I was going somewhere. But it would have been a waste of journey. I was wanting to see you too. I love them Drake, they are beautiful.”

“Well I feel like such a gooseberry now.”

“Sav?”

“She insisted on becoming my shadow.”

“Like I was Evie’s shadow as kids, you inspired me Evie- I wanted to be like you. Anyway, how about we have a sleepover like old times? I’ve brought snacks, I’ll cook- not as good as Michaela cooked though. But I’ll try... why don’t you two go and talk?” Evie welcomed them both in, smelling the flowers one last time- the aroma flooded her senses. Savannah laid out the snacks that they had brought with them and insisted that she would deal with the flowers.

****

Evie escorted Drake upstairs, as they entered her room- he noticed the dress on the floor, wondering why it was there along with his letter. Flashbacks from the nights leading up to her attack rushing through his mind.

“Evie I can’t be with you... I’m so sorry.”

“Evie you can’t leave me, one reason- I don’t really want to be a Duke... unless I marry you. Two, I’m sorry for trying to protect you and finishing us. I love you so much... I’m a dickhead for letting you go. Please don’t leave me... I love you.”

“Where are the fucking paramedics? Evie, I’ve known that I’ve loved you since I was probably about thirteen. I waited years to have you in my arms. You and I have a great future. Just us. I fucked up, please forgive me. Maybe in time we can have a little Gracie and a little Tommy. You can’t give up, I’m not leaving you...”

Little Gracie and little Tommy, we could have had that. We did have that.

“Drake? Are you okay?” She turned to face him as she picked the dress up and placed it back in the dress bag. Slightly embarrassed that she had left her room as a shit tip, eager to go and see him after reading his letter.

“Seeing that dress again, that night...I thought I lost you...”

“I’m sorry. I cant throw it out- you bought me it after all.” Focusing his gaze onto her, rather that the item that provided one bad memory- he didn’t want to hear an apology from her.

“I’m the one that’s sorry, don’t you ever apologise.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, she joined him- as he held his head in his hands. Placing her arm on his leg, he raised his head up providing her with a half hearted smile.

“I am sorry though. If I didn’t defend Riley, if I didn’t argue with your mom, if I wasn’t stubborn and spoke to you..... things would have been different... we would still have our baby...” Her eyes formed tears as her voice became shaky saying this- the walls that she had surrounded herself by, slowly began to collapse. Drake immediately put his arm around her, supporting her as her lips continued trembling- her tears dripped off her chin and onto his shirt, slightly drenching it. He sobbed on her shoulder steadily, as he held her protectively. The pain that they had both kept hidden came in waves, crying - then mini pauses for recovering their breathing. Both thinking about their memories from the last few weeks, whilst they were separated.

“Are you ready to leave? Would you like someone to pick you up?” Dr Hussain asked her, still feeling guilt ridden about not exposing the full extent of her injuries.

“I’m a big girl, I’ll get a taxi back. Thank you for everything Doctor.”

“You’re welcome your grace. I’d like to see you in a month or so for a follow up, if there’s any questions you need to ask- or you have any symptoms that are on the leaflet don’t hesitate on returning.” Evie nodded, leaving the hospital - she hoped that there was no press outside.

Arriving back at her Duchy the door was open, her heart beat began to race wondering who was there.

“Hello?” She asked hoping it wasn’t any of her friends. Whilst she had been in hospital she had a lot of time to think- not knowing why she was an emotional wreck she didn’t want any empathy from anyone- or for anyone to fuss. This was the second time since her return that she had become a burden. The hospital had insisted that she should have a bit of counselling due to the trauma, whilst alone she did have traumatic flashbacks of the memories but felt the stigma would label her if she admitted it.

“Your grace, welcome home.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“My apologies, my name is Annabelle. King Liam hired me to help you until you have made a full recovery.”

“Of course he did.” Rolling her eyes back she didn’t have the energy to berate her friend for hiring help behind her back. “I’m sorry for being so abrupt. A little warning would have been appreciated.”

“Of course. If you need me for anything, just let me know.”

“For the mean time can you turn away any visitors please. That would be a big help.” Annabelle nodded as she watched Evie robotically walk around her Duchy.

Over the next few weeks, Evie eventually came out of her shell with Annabelle- the two women getting to know each other and becoming friends. She was grateful for Annabelle agreeing to her terms regarding no visitors- the younger woman believed that the Duchess could have been depressed and this was why she was acting strange towards her friends- not really having an explanation as to why she was avoiding the people that cared for her.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why don’t you want to see anyone?” Annabelle eventually asked, not wanting Evie to berate her for asking.

“I honestly don’t know. Ever since I returned, I’ve always made the wrong decisions. Maybe I want to prevent doing this again?”

“They care for you.”

“I know. I care for them too. I love them all. I suppose I just need time alone. There’s so many secrets within Cordonia, so many scandals occur. I lost my parents due to the vicious people within Liam’s court- I fell in love with one of my oldest friends and he publicly dumped me. I thought after all this time, he was the one. At this moment in time, I don’t want any more heartbreak. If I keep myself to myself I can’t get myself into anymore trouble.”

“Anything you need your grace, I’m here. But ...”

“But... I know I’m going to have to face them at some point..” Flicking through the photos in her phone of her and Drake, her heart sunk. I miss you so much.

- - -

Drake remained in his room most of the nights alone, his mind wondering what Evie was doing. Did she still hate him? Was she going to hold that anger towards him for the rest of her life. Liam and the others had tried to invite him out- to make him become more sociable. They knew the guilt he felt towards what had happened to Evie- in a way they did too. They were all frustrated with Evie blocking them out of her life. They just wanted to make sure that she had settled back home, that she was being looked after by Annabelle. Two weeks after she had been discharged, Liam made his way to Drakes room- concerned about his friend, he had hoped that he would open up so he could help him.

“Hi.” Liam noticed how Drake had let himself go, but was grateful for him answering the door.

“Hello, can I come in?” Drake allowed him in, Liam noticed Evie’s hoody on his friends bed. Photos of the two of them that he had printed off, scattered across his bed.

“Look at you two, king and queen of selfies. They are lovely photos of you both.”

“Just distant memories now.”

“She will come around... soon... I hope...” Liam said not sounding very enthusiastic.

“What if she leaves Cordonia? Leaves everyone because of me?”

“She won’t do that. I won’t allow her to.” Smirking at his best friend, Liam knew he would do everything and anything to prevent her from running away.

“All you wanted in life was for Evie to love you back.. the way you loved her... I got a girl to love me, a girl who means so much to me and I fucked up. You’d have given any opportunity to have that Li.”

“I love Evie, I always will do. But seeing you this way proves how much you love her. Yes I was a jerk in Vegas, but I could see that she loves you- you both make a fabulous couple. You ‘fucked up’ to protect her. You always protect the women you love, it’s not the first time. I want you both to be happy, it’s going to take time after all that she’s been through. But I’m here always Drake, you’re like my brother.”

“You’re not angry with me?”

“What on earth for?”

“Oh you know for falling for another one of your girls, for breaking Evie’s heart...”

“Technically, Evie has never been my girl. Our betrothal ended when we was fourteen. Yes we slept together after that, we kissed after that. I hoped that in time she would fall for me naturally- I told her I loved her constantly, she never told me it back- only as in friends. With Riley, technically she wasn’t officially mine either when you grew feelings towards her. I love them both, and I know you do too. But you have more love towards Evie. Once she finds out about the baby, you both may become closer and can try again.”

“Li she won’t talk to me, or see me. I can’t see it happening anytime soon.”

“Think positive Drake, you never know... one day you both could be saying your vows in front of me.”

“Hell no. You are being my best man, I’m not having Maxwell or Bertrand stood next to me.”

“Thanks for asking me in advance. I’d be honoured to be your best man.” Liam laughed, dreading to imagine the Beaumont’s as best men. “You’ll both work it out. Are you coming to the beer garden? Men only- I promise we won’t mention anything about the women.”

“I’m going to stay here. Maybe another day. Thanks for the talk Li.” Liam nodded, as he walked out of the room he noticed Drake pull Evie’s hoody towards him- tears flowing uncontrollably down his cheeks. I miss you so much.

“I’m sorry, I’ve ruined your infamous denim jacket. I really need to invest in some waterproof mascara.” Drake tilted her chin up, caressing her cheek- his thumb wiped away the mascara.

“I’ve got plenty, don’t worry. You’re still beautiful with or without mascara.”

“Charmer...”

“Just telling the truth. Are we okay? Can we be friends again?” I want to be more than friends, but I’ll accept friendship.

“We’ve always been friends Drake. Always will be..” I want to be more than friends.

“It’s good to see that smile again. I’ve been thinking, tell me if it’s a stupid idea...”

“What?”

“One day, do you fancy visiting your parents graves and my dads grave... put something like a memorial there for the baby. I know you wouldn’t have been that far along, but I know they would all be looking after their grandchild... I know it’s stupid, if you think it is just ignore me.”

“It’s not stupid... it’s sweet... we can put a teddy there? Or a balloon?”

“We can go there if we ever feel like we need to speak to them or the baby... just let me know when you want to do it.”

“I always go to my parents graves. I actually went there when I started to fall for you, I told them. I tell them everything even though they aren’t here. I even dreamt about them and your dad when I passed out.. silly I know...”

“It’s not silly, I still talk to my dad. I miss him so much, as you miss them.”

“I do miss them..” Drake didn’t respond, instead he held her in his embrace lovingly. Kissing her on the forehead, he could stay like that all night- making up for lost time. However he believed that they shouldn’t, he wanted to go back as to what they were- but didn’t want to show himself up in case she rejected him.

“I think we should go down, Savannah could end up causing a fire...” Evie nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. It wasn’t the first time Savannah’s attempts at cooking had ended in disaster.

*****

The two of them joined Savannah downstairs, who had kept herself busy making food- for once preventing the fire brigade to be called out. Sitting on the couch, they all spoke like they did in the past- bringing up good memories as well as bad memories. All comforting each other. Evie hadn’t yet met Bartie, so mainly spoke about him to Savannah who beamed about her son.

“Your parents basically adopted us when our father passed away. Drake and Savannah Bruley, doesn’t quite have a ring it... or what about if you all changed your name to ours, Evangeline Walker- now that has a ring to it. Don’t you think Drake?” Drakes eyes widened at his sister’s comment, wishing she would shut up.

“Well it’s better than Evangeline Rhys.. or Evangeline Farbridge...” Evie laughed in response, not realising what Savannah was hinting at. Savannah hid her smile, seeing her brother become all flustered. Before they arrived at the Duchy she caught him admiring something that they hadn’t seen in years.

“Hey, So Bertrand updated me on the council meeting... apparently everyone was ready to throw mom into a poison lake. Evie positively spoke about mom, defending her. Wanting to get her help, even after what happened.” Drake didn’t respond, instead he stared at the diamonds in front of him. “Drake!”

“Sorry, what?”

“Did you hear what I said about the meeting?”

“Yeah, Evie wants to get her help... I heard ya...”

“So why ignore me? Why have you got the ring out of the box?”

“If she didn’t lose the baby, we’d have been a family... I’d have asked her to become my wife as well as my child’s mom.”

“Do you want to marry her?”

“Why would she want to marry me? I failed her as a boyfriend and a father. She came over before you arrived, asked me to go to hers tomorrow to talk...”

“Anyone would be lucky to marry you Drake, you’re the most loyal person I know. Yeah you made a mistake, we all do at times- but don’t you dare blame yourself about the baby. Why are you sat around moping about? Get a shave, get your shit together and let’s go to see your girl- slumber party like the old days. You know from what I’ve heard, you two are made for each other. I don’t understand how no one saw it before- thinking back ...all the star crossed lovers act...”

“Dad knew, he confronted me about it days before he died. Telling me to fight for her.”

“Come on, use that Walker charm. Buy her some flowers on route- that usually works.”

“So what’s next on the trip down memory lane Sav?” Evie asked, for the first time in weeks she felt content with the company she had.

“Plaiting each other’s hair? I’ll go and get a brush and the bobby pins.” Standing up she enthusiastically clapped her hands, enjoying her night away from Mommy duties. Drake shook his head knowing the two women were going to go into full slumber party mode any minute now.

“Evie? I’m going to go back to the palace, before you both turn me into a sugarplum fairy...”

“You don’t have to go...”

“Trust me I do, I’m not having Savannah try and paint my nails or you attempting to plait my hair like you both used to...”

“It’s long enough now to do that... and don’t criticise my hairdressing skills Walker. If the baby was a girl, I’d be doing her hair everyday.”

“Yeah, between the two of you you’d have replaced me with our daughter to be your next girl’s world victim.” God we did torture him, what a marshmallow. He could pass off as a drag queen if myself and savannah got our hands on him right.

“She would have been asking her daddy to paint her nails, and you’d have to oblige and say yes and possibly paint your own until she had friends.” If the baby was a girl, she wouldn’t have any friends, any bitches that could hurt her, any boyfriends until she’s at least 21.

“Maybe... you’d have spoilt her rotten.” She would have been daddy’s little princess. Even if it was boy, he would have admired Drake- as Drake did with Jackson.

“I would have done. You and I are just going to be the crazy drunk aunt and uncle to the heir... although you’re already that to Bartie.” I don’t want to be known as the drunk Uncle, I wanted our baby. I still do. Winking at him she hoped he wouldn’t become offended with her comment.

“I’m not drinking anymore Evie, I poured away the whiskey. I want to prove I’m something. Something to everyone- somebody to you.” So that’s why he was pouring it away.

“Drake.. you are everything to me. That’s why it hurt so much... when you... you said you couldn’t be with me.” Fuck I’ve made her cry again, you idiot Drake. Can we get back to what we were? Try again?

Savannah overheard their conversation, her heart sunk for them- feeling guilty for keeping Bartie away from Bertrand for all that time when the two people in front of her had lost everything.

“Hey, I’m going to have to go. Barties come down with a cold.” Is that the best excuse I could come up with? “I promise we will do this again... Sooner rather than later.”

“Oh... I’m sure Bartie wants you to comfort him- I mean if it turns into a sickness bug could you imagine Bertrand’s face if his son ruined his infamous vests?” Evie laughed attempting to picture the duke as a father.

“I’ll take you back to Ramsford... goodnight Evie.” Don’t go. Please. Kissing her on the cheek, Savannah’s mind starting ticking.

“No!” Savannah snapped at the two who looked confused with her outburst.

“No?” Drake questioned his sister, usually she would take any opportunity to use him as a taxi- he kept wondering why the change of heart.

“I’ll get a taxi, you stay here with Evie. Keep her company.”

“I was just going to have an early night, don’t worry about me. Thank you for both coming.” Noticing Savannah wink at him Drake soon understood the sudden yet unexpected illness of his nephew. Fucking matchmaker Savannah, what a shame she couldn’t think like this with her own relationship.

“Evie doesn’t want me to stay here, as she said she’s having an early night. And I promised Liam a night cap.” Please don’t confirm this with Liam.

“Fuck Liam. Evie’s got plenty of beds here, you could play Goldilocks until you found the right bed. There’s plenty of food, and snacks- it’ll last you both a couple of days. Love ya both.” Before either could respond, Savannah shot out of the door and into a taxi. A couple of days? They both silently said in their minds.

“I wonder if the taxi times have become more punctual since I returned- you think about ordering one and bam it’s there.”

“You and I both know she lied about Bartie. Sneaky bitch. It doesn’t take that long to get hair accessories. I’m sorry, I’ll make you a drink and go.” I don’t want you to go. Please stay with me.

“I...” Pausing, she didn’t want to sound desperate- especially when she had avoided him as well as everyone else for weeks. “Thank you.”

Drake walked over to the kitchen island, he poured her a glass of orange juice and handed it to her. Staring down into the drink, Drake noticed her in a trance, he began to wonder what she was thinking.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing. Thank you. Let me know when you get back, drive safely. I just panic after what happened with my parents.”

“I don’t want to leave you. I just didn’t want you to feel awkward if I stayed. I’ve never stopped loving you, even when you wasn’t mine. I held a torch for you, never believing that we would be more than friends.”

“I don’t want you to leave.. I didn’t feel the same when we was younger, or maybe I did but I ignored it...do you remember your dads funeral when Liv and Penny dragged me away?”

“Of course I do, I didn’t want to be around anyone but you and Sav. Why?”

Olivia whispered into Penelope’s ear, both nodding whilst smirking. Having an inkling that there was something more to Drake and Evie’s friendship- she was eager to find out the truth, even if it killed her.

“Duke Bruley, Duchess Bruley.. May we borrow Evie for a second?” They both nodded, watching as the two girls ushered their daughter away.

“You’re hurting me! What’s the matter? I should be with Savannah and Drake. They’ve just buried their father...”

“But you was with your parents...” Olivia stayed sarcastically, whilst raising her eyebrow.

“Yeah but they need me...”

“Listen Evie, you were betrothed to marry Liam. But you spend more time with them. We are going to play a little game...”

“Oohhh I like games...” Penelope smiled excitedly.

“So Evie... snog, marry or fuck... options are Liam, Maxwell and Drake...”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard, join in if you’d like Penelope.”

“Okay, so I’d snog Maxwell, marry Liam and fuck Drake... don’t tell Kiara about Drake though- she has a major crush on him..”

“Well I’d have to do all that with Liam seen as though I was being forced to marry him. Even though the betrothal isn’t planned anymore, they are still going to try their hardest for it to still happen. There are you happy?”

“No, you cheated. Answer right.”

“Liv, I’m not like you. I don’t think about things like that. Snog Maxwell, seen as though I’ve already done that...”

“And you’ve done it with Liam...”

“Your point is Pen?”

“Nothing... carry on Evie.”

“Fuck Liam, marry Drake...”

“Interesting, why?”

“Because I couldn’t chose the same as Penelope...” Olivia and Penelope looked at each other then at their friend waiting for an elaboration. “Well Liam is going to be good in bed if he’s anything like his brother unless those stories are all fake. Drake, I think he will make a protective husband... like his father was protective over them all. But none of this matters, so can we all go and support Drake and Savannah please?”

After reiterating the memory, she shook her head as she blushed. Drake looked pretty smug with her answers.

“I’m actually offended that you didn’t choose me for every one of those options..” Joking he knew she was well out of his league, she always had been- but deep down he wondered what would happen if that happened in the future, especially after his talk with his sister.

“I... shut up Drake... we really should have asked Olivia what she would have chosen...”

“Hate Drake, stab Drake and finally kill Drake... she would have cheated too...”

“That could possibly be quite true.. I’ve missed you, and your sarcasm...”

“Is that all you’ve missed? My sarcasm?”

“I’ve missed you.. I’ve missed us... I’m sorry I shut you out.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t try harder, I still love you so much. Michaela and Alexander produced the most beautiful and strong young woman I’ve ever known. There’s something you should know... I liked them a lot, they looked after us when they didn’t need to. I want to look after you to repay them, and I’m not going to hurt you again- but if you hate me I’ll understand. The truth about your parents death....” Evie placed her fingers on his lips, not needing or wanting for him to elaborate.

“I know.. your mom caused their deaths...”

“How?”

“Constantine had the guards do an investigation into it. He didn’t believe the person who insisted they killed them. Then they confessed it was your mom- but she hadn’t returned since their deaths and he didn’t want to do anything because she was your mom and I agreed.”

“Why would you both let something like that go?”

“It was an accident Drake, she was drunk. She isn’t the Bianca we all once knew. If she would accept help, it would benefit everyone.”

“It wasn’t a damn accident Evie, stop defending her! She knew what she was fucking doing. She told me at the rehearsal, showed no remorse. That’s why I finished our relationship, I didn’t want her hurting you. But she did that anyway; not only did she kill your parents, she could have killed you, she killed our baby...”

“I know...I know... if I could turn back time.. I would in an instant...”

“I didn’t mean to shout, it’s just so frustrating...”

“It’s fine, what room are you staying in then Goldilocks?”

“I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s comfy.”

“Don’t be stupid. There’s plenty of beds as Savannah said, she should know. I think she tested them all out when she stayed on her own.” Drake knew he couldn’t argue with her, if he insisted on staying on the couch she would berate him and force him to a bed- any bed. Leading him upstairs, she showed him into the guest room next to hers.

“I think this is the best guest room, and as you’re my guest of honour you should stay here tonight. Do you need anything? Blankets? Some water? A toothbrush?”

“Stop mothering me Evie, I’m fine. I don’t need anything, but thank you.” Nodding her head, she bit her lip as he removed his jacket and top- realising she was hypnotised by his muscled body she didn’t want him to notice her gawking at him- drooling over him like a pup.

“Goodnight Walker.”

“Goodnight Bruley.” Exiting the room, Drake sat on the edge of the bed- he was glad that Savannah had insisted on coming, he and Evie had that bit of closure that they both needed. Evie stood outside the guest room, reiterating their conversations throughout the night in her mind. A sudden realisation hit, something that she had forgotten to tell him something.

“Drake?” Knocking on the door, she didn’t know how long it had been since she had said goodnight. For all she knew it could have been thirty seconds- surely he won’t be asleep yet.

“Did you forget something? Are you okay?”

“You know when we was talking about my parents death and you told me that you still love me? Well I forgot to tell you that I still love you too..” He lent down, his lips brushed against her cheek lightly and hesitantly- his touch sent shivers through her body. Even though he had kissed her on the cheek before throughout the night this time was different. Reaching up, she pulled him down to her, guiding his lips onto hers- no time for words to escape his mouth or hers as they were lost within each other. As his arms circled her, gathering her against him, he bent his knees slightly and picked her up. Evie wrapped her legs around him- as the kissing continued. Carrying her over to the bed, he wanted more- of course he did, he had missed her. But he had spent time researching recovery time after a miscarriage and traumatic injuries. Laying her gently on the bed, he laid next to her- Evie placed her head on his chest, draping her arms around him.

“Can I stay here with you?”

“You don’t need to ask me, it’s your home. You make the decisions. But I’d like you to stay with me.”

“Makes a change from my room.” Sitting up she took her clothes off, leaving just her underwear on- not being bothered to walk to her room for pajamas. As she did this and discarded the clothes on the floor, Drake noticed the scar on her abdomen.

“Don’t look at it, please. It’s horrible, it makes my body ugly.” Natural instinct made him lean down, and kiss the scar tenderly.

“No it doesn’t. It shows how strong you are.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, gently holding her in his embrace. She immediately sunk into the warmth of his body- feeling loved once again. Within minutes, Drake suddenly realised that she had fallen asleep.

“I love you.” He whispered, not expecting her to hear it- but he just wanted her know.

Oh once in your life you find someone

Who will turn your world around

Bring you up when you're feelin' down

Yeah nothin' could change what you mean to me

Oh there's lots that I could say

But just hold me now

'Cause our love will light the way

And baby, you're all that I want

When you're lyin' here in my arms

I'm findin' it hard to believe

We're in heaven

****

Savannah arrived at Ramsford and was greeted by everyone, all hoping that she had some news.

“What took you so long?” Riley asked, with the others also wondering this. They had expected her to return hours ago.

“Well you can’t just turn up, and expect them to get back together in an instant. It takes time. She seemed comfortable in our company. I lied saying Bartie was ill, or I’d have still been there. And Drake lied about having an arrangement to meet you Liam for a nightcap. I overheard them talking about the baby, imagining that it was a girl... they didn’t seem upset, it was closure.. that both of them needed. What’s happening with Mom Liam? Not that I care, I just know Evie would regret what she said.”

“Well Bianca did expose something in a malicious way. I’ve held off on the punishments for them both for now. Did you leave the letter and boarding tickets?”

“Of course I did, I left them on her bed. I did it discretely.”

“If that’s a dig at me Sav, I’d have done it discretely too...” They all looked at Maxwell, eyebrows raised before bursting out laughing- knowing that he would have failed the task- or was too eager to spill the surprise that they had all planned after the council meeting.

“I propose a toast to my soon to be brother in law and Duchess Evangeline..” Bertrand said, smirking- proud of his fiancées actions.

“May the two of them find happiness once again, and both stop being so stubborn.”

#trr #trr fanfic #trr choices #trr we belong #drake x mc #drake x evie #drake walker #trr evie bruley #trr savannah #liam rhys #maxwell beaumont #olivia nevrakis #trr penelope #bertrand beaumont #riley brooks

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Life As A Sanders

Chapter 11: Knights And Diplomas\

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Pairings: familial DLAMP

Summary: The twins graduate.

Words: 6,082

Ages: 18 & 22 & 12

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If you had asked Logan how he felt about being an adult, the answer would have been simple: mostly calm, a little excited. They would have more freedom, but they never really had any complaints about the amount of freedom they got from their Dad. It wasn’t that crazy.

That was before Graduation Day.

Now, sitting in a crowded auditorium and preparing himself to go up on stage and collect the thing he’d been working toward for the last thirteen years, Logan’s opinion had changed:

He was fucking ecstatic.

There was not a calm bone in his body, and he couldn’t help the tremors running through him. He was grinning, so wide it made his whole face feel like it was going to split open, and he wanted to laugh. God, he felt amazing.

“L? You good?” Virgil was smiling as he asked. Logan would’ve stretched his smile wider if he could’ve.

“Yes. I am doing tremendously well.” Logan grabbed Virgil’s hand. “We are graduating, Virgil. We are getting to become real, functioning members of society. We are going to be able to do whatever we want. We can go places and buy things and we don’t have to tell anyone about it first.”

“But we will,” Virgil said. “We’ll tell Dad if we’re going to the store or going to meet somebody.”

“Yes, but we’ll do it because we want to, not because we might not be able to go.” He couldn’t help the energy oozing from every pore anymore than he could stop the blood pumping through his body. This was exciting and amazing and fantastic and wonderful and-

“Yeah,” Virgil agreed. “That is pretty cool.” He leaned back in his chair, looking every bit nonchalant that Logan looked ready to explode. Logan just kept on grinning, vibrating in his seat as the lights adjusted and music played and all those other graduation things happened. He didn’t hear most of it, too absorbed in his own excitement, too ready for whatever he was going to do next. He wanted this to last forever while simultaneously hoping it ended right now so that he could get started on something. It was the strangest feeling Logan had experienced, but it wasn’t necessarily bad.

Then, suddenly, Logan heard his name being called and stood up, walking up the aisle to the stage with Virgil right behind him. Hooting and cheering was echoing from all over the audience despite the fact that the Principal had explicitly asked for all cheering to be withheld until all the graduates had retaken their seats.

Within all the noise, Logan felt positive he could hear Dad and Ro and Dee. It was unrealistic to imagine that their voices would be heard when they were sitting so far up in the seats. But Logan knew what he knew, and that was that his family was every bit as excited about this as Logan was and they were making their excitement heard.

Every step approaching the stage felt like Logan was ascending Mount Olympus to meet with Zeus, or entering the Shire to see the Ring. There was an inflating, buoyant feeling in his chest, and if he wasn’t careful, Logan might just float away with all those ‘Happy Graduation' helium balloons.

He paused on stage to receive his diploma - a rolled up sheet of blank paper with a fancy bow on it because they couldn’t get the real thing until they’d gone to the bookkeeper to make sure that they didn’t have any outstanding fees - and shake the Principal’s hand, smiling up into the crowd. He found his family and beamed at them, resisting the urge to jump up and down like a lunatic. Logically, Logan knew there was no reason for him to be this excited. Not much was realistically changing. He wasn’t even taking his real diploma right now.

But something in him didn’t care about all that. He was doing something big, something huge, he and Virgil both were. They were going to take this step into real life together, and they were moving up to something else. College in the fall or a job, maybe. Logan didn’t know yet. What Logan did know was that it was his decision, and he had so many options.

Logan took his seat beside Virgil again, holding hands, both of them shaking. He didn’t hear the rest of the Graduation Ceremony, whatever people talked about or whichever of their classmates got their diplomas. Logan’s leg bounced up and down, up and down, up and down as the ceremony dragged on for eons. Then the students were standing up and their families were flooding in. There was a bottleneck at the doors, and Logan knew they’d be stuck for a while before Dad and Ro and Dee got to them.

“Follow me,” Virgil whispered, tugging on Logan’s hand. Intrigued, Logan followed Virgil through the crowd, both waving as they passed by Percy and her Mom. How she’d gotten into the main area, Logan didn’t know. Similarly, how Percy had graduated while turning in less work than Virgil was also a mystery, but at the end of the day, Logan was content just to know that it had happened. As much of a pain as their friends could be, and Percy in particular, Logan was glad that all of them had graduated. It wouldn’t be the same if they hadn’t.

Virgil bee-lined for a door being guarded by the physics professor - he actually owned a doctorate, why he was a high school teacher was beyond Logan - and they both paused there.

“Mr. Sanders,” he said, eyes on Virgil despite the fact that Logan was the one who had taken his class.

“Dr. Bhasin,” Virgil responded, giving a slight nod. Dr. Bhasin glanced around before nodding back and opening the door and letting them through. It shut behind them with a quiet snick.

“Virgil,” Logan said, all his questions stopping at the tip of his tongue. Luckily, Virgil got it.

“I didn’t want to deal with the crowd and I figured with the combination of having to get Ro and Dee here, they’d be late and get pretty bad seats. When I found out he was going to be guarding one of the doors for ‘safety purposes’ I brought him a bag of LaffyTaffy in exchange for letting me leave.” Virgil shrugged.

“LaffyTaffy,” Logan repeated.

“Everybody has a weakness, L,” he said. And while Logan wanted to repeat LaffyTaffy for the rest of his existence in complete bewilderment that a doctor who was as revered as his physics professor would disregard rules for candy, he could already feel that helium feeling rising up in his stomach again and he decided rather forcefully that he wouldn’t get stuck on his own lack of comprehension with his teacher’s strange and nonsensical patterns of behavior. He was not going into the humanities for a reason.

“Lovely,” Logan said instead and they ran down the hallway and then down a flight of stairs, ending up outside in the sun. Logan blinked quickly, the light burning his eyes after so long a time of sitting inside and waiting to be able to see his family. Outside, probably three fourths of the students’ families were waiting, like they were supposed to, for their kids to come out. Logan knew it was going to be a pretty long wait for them because so many others chose to try to enter the main part of the auditorium instead of heading outside, but he felt entirely, selfishly glad that Virgil had been able to foresee that particular issue.

“I see Ro,” Virgil said, pointing toward a shock of bright red hair. Logan took off running for it and Virgil followed half a step behind. They barrelled into him at full speed, nearly knocking him over. Then they were engulfed by three pairs of arms and teary laughs and Logan would float away if they let go of him. Luckily, they stayed that way for what could have been hours or days; all he knew was by the time he stepped back the other students had flooded outside also.

“My baby is all grown up!” Dad said, hanging onto Logan’s hand just as tightly as Logan held his. “Both of them!” He cooed and cried over them, grabbing ahold of their faces and kissing their heads. He took picture after picture as he did it, which was rather impressive considering he had tears smudged all over his glasses. While normally Logan abhorred such displays, and especially when they disrupted his meticulously done hair, today was anything but normal. Logan laughed loudly and leaned into it, feeling every sensation with amazing clarity.

“Are you excited for dinner?” Roman asked. For the first time today, Logan remembered: their graduation dinner.

“Nooo,” he groaned, drawing out the syllable. Roman snorted at him but Virgil, the only one with some sense, joined him in his whining.

“This is gonna suuuuuck,” he said, leaning into Logan. “So many people.”

“Ssssssocializzzzzing,” Dee hissed from his spot on Virgil’s back and Logan would deny the way he went right back to smiling at that adorable little snake sound. “Disssssgusssssting.”

“Exactly,” said Virgil. “Dee gets it.”

“Da-ad, they’re corrupting my brother,” Roman said. Virgil punched him in the arm and Roman feigned being mortally wounded. Dee cheered wildly and any semblance of respectability that Logan had vanished as he devolved into a round giggling - not that he would ever call it giggling, but some facts were simply irrefutable.

“Oh, come on, now,” Dad said. “Nobody’s corrupted.”

“Yet,” Roman said, sticking his tongue out at Virgil when Dad started walking toward the car. Logan coughed over a laugh and instead caught up with Dad.

“Who exactly is meant to attend this dinner?” Logan asked.

“Just your friends, kiddo! I promise, I wouldn’t invite anybody that you didn’t like.” Dad smiles at Logan, and Logan cannot for the life of him explain that perhaps, just for tonight, he does not like any of them enough to want to see them. But he knows that Virgil would like to go, and that Virgil is always less anxious with Logan around. So he took a breath and nodded.

“Adequate.” Dad gave him an odd look but opted not to say anything and they got home in relative peace.

Relative peace meaning only that Logan had not gone completely deaf by the time he stumbled out of the car to escape the unfortunately loud music Virgil had been permitted to play. How his twin had not lost all his hearing yet remained a mystery to Logan, but one he knew better than to look into personally.

The last time he had asked too insistently, he permanently lost one of his socks. He did not intend to have a repeat.

Logan wished he could say that he was not even kind of tempted by the blanket fort he saw in the living room when he walked into the house—it was unprofessional, ridiculous, and frankly the structural integrity was so bad it was a wonder it could stand at all. But that would be a falsehood and Logan was far too excited to even pretend that the blanket for was unappealing.

He discarded his shoes and the graduation cap quickly, diving into the fort. Roman laughed on the outside, and Logan would have complained about that too but he was suddenly contending with an armful of little snake.

“Moviesss,” Dee hissed, curling up in Logan’s lap. Dad crawled in after them, grinning.

“Yep, kiddo,” he said. “We’re watching movies until it’s time for dinner.”

Roman squeezed in after him and they all had to shift around a little so that they fit comfortably. “I think we should watch Mulan,” he said.

“Vetoed,” Virgil said immediately from outside the fort.

“Virrrrrrgillllll,” Roman whined.

“Roooooomaaaaaan,” Virgil responded, “no.” Roman groaned and threw his arms out, coming within an inch of taking Logan’s glasses off his face.

“Roman, do not underestimate me when I say if you hit me in the face, you will regret it.”

“Oh yeah?” Roman said. “What are you gonna do about it, specs?” Logan kept his face completely blank while he dragged a finger across his throat. That was one gesture that he had found particularly useful in life. It always caused Ro to make a face and stop whatever offending thing he was doing. As he did now, which Logan was grateful for.

“Snow White,” Dee said, hugging his stuffed snake to his chest.

“Ooh, good idea, kiddo,” Dad said.

“I agree with Dee,” Logan said. Dee wriggled happily, almost smacking Logan in the face when he waved his arms a little too exuberantly for the small, weak structure they were sitting in. Logan sighed, moving his face back, and refused to look at Roman when he made Offended Princey Noises and started babbling nonsense about having no allies.

What did he think this was, a war?

(If it was, Logan was totally winning.)

Logan snickered to himself while Virgil set up all their movies and then dragged himself into the fort, nearly knocking it over in the process.

“Got enough snacks there, emo nightmare?” Roman said, swatting at Virgil. Virgil held up a box of snowcaps. “Sorry, thank you, I love you, you are my favorite brother.” Roman snatched the candy away and very nearly hit Logan’s glasses off his face. Again.

Logan sighed and scooted a little closer. If he couldn’t get outside the range of Roman’s arms, he may as well get inside his personal space. An eye for an eye, right?

~~~~~~~

Logan adjusted his tie, in the same shades of blue and gold as his graduation garments had been, and then smoothed his hair back. He fiddled in front of the mirror, examining his outfit as though he thought it might betray him. If asked why, Logan would simply say that he wanted to look his best. He had just graduated, after all, and this dinner was going to make it as official as it got.

In truth, Logan was dawdling.

This graduation dinner was going to kill him if it was the last thing he did. Don’t get him wrong, Logan did like seeing his friends and he had been excited about getting to graduate with his peers all day. And that was part of the problem.

Logan had been excited and very nearly bouncing himself through the ceiling since the previous night. Graduation had gone amazingly, filled with pictures he was sure he’d get tired of looking at eventual (but for now still filled him with that indescribable, inflated feeling.) And now all he really wanted to do was sleep. Or maybe talk to Virgil about some of the things they wanted to do with this new-found freedom.

Instead, he was going to a celebration dinner with friends. It was not bad, per se, but it was not exactly ideal, either. Still, it wouldn’t be terrible to see them and Virgil was more excited about this than he had been about Walking, but he had done it for Logan. The least he could do was support his brother.

“What’re you doing?” Ro cried, barging into Logan’s room. At some point they had switched necklaces so that the pronouns read ‘they/them.’ Logan smiled slightly. He had bought them the pronoun necklace shortly after they came out, and Logan was always made happier to realize how much they liked it.

“Preparing to leave. What are you doing?” Logan said. He tightened his tie again. Ro rolled their eyes.

“C’mon, Poindexter. You can tie that in your sleep and we’re going to be late to your own celebration.” They snagged one of his wrists and began leading him toward the car.

“We are hardly going to be late,” he muttered but did not object to leaving. The restaurant, some pizza place Logan did not bother with figuring out the name of, had been reserved for a record number of people. Logan and Virgil and Ro and Dee and Percy and Dad, and Dad’s sibling Emile, and Emile’s son Kai, and Kai’s datemate Elliot. There were also Ro’s friends Anton and Marco, and Dee’s friends October and Seth, and a few people from Dad’s bakery, including Missy. Logan recalled he had invited his lab partner from Physics, Linda, and his two friends Nate and Corbin. Corbin’s boyfriend, Sloane, might also make an appearance, though Logan would not be surprised if he did. The two were figuratively attached at the hip. Virgil had only suggested two people: someone who Virgil only referred to as dickhead or The Critic, and Remy.

The latter, Logan knew, Virgil liked in a way different from how one liked friends. He also knew Virgil was still recovering from an unfortunate incident a few years prior that had ended with Logan and Ro egging someone’s house. Virgil had not expressed an interest in dating or trusting someone like that again, except for vague allusions to Remy, but it was not yet Logan’s place to be encouraging that.

Though he might. Virgil could be slow to trust and even slower to take a risk for himself. This was a risk that was almost certainly going to pan out in his favor because Remy was just as enamoured with Virgil as Virgil was with them. He would have to consult Ro first, get their expertise and advice on the matter. Logan preferred not to mess with romance. It was outside his realm of desires. As such, he had no idea what steps to take to help Virgil along with it. But he would, regardless.

Once they arrived at the restaurant, Logan was surprised to see they’d been beaten there. By none other than Nate himself. He was known for being chronically late to literally everything he attended, if he showed up at all—and Logan does mean literally. He had never, in all his time, known Nate to be anything other than late (fashionably, as Remy would insist, but what is fashionable about not respecting another’s time?)

“Hey, bro, I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show up,” Nate said, following the Sanders into the restaurant. Logan snorted.

“And I thought your M.O. was to never show up on time, simply to prove you did not have to. Has that changed or is this an anomaly to be discounted when making plans with you in the future?”

Nate smirked, leaning in a little closer to Logan as they waited for the wait staff to bring them back to the party room. “An anomaly, an exception. Who can say? Maybe I misread the time.”

“Or maybe you’re an ass,” Virgil said, shoulder-checking Nate as he walked by. Logan coughed over a laugh and tried to look sympathetic as Nate stared after him, affronted.

“What did I ever do to earn your brother’s ire?”

Resisting the urge to be outwardly impressed with Nate’s choice in diction (he’d been told it was sometimes a rather condescending thing to do), he said, “It’s how he shows love.” Then Logan hooked his fingers through Nate’s sleeve and pulled him along. It took longer than was strictly necessary for Logan to let go, but there were very few people in the world whom Logan would willingly come into prolonged physical contact (or, really, any kind of contact, but physical especially) with, and Logan had never been one to entirely forgo the things he enjoyed without ample reason.

“Oh, like a cat,” Nate said. Virgil turned around and hissed and Logan barely contained the laugh that threatened to escape at Nate’s horrified expression.

“No, not like a cat,” he choked out, adjusting his glasses for Composure™. “Cats are actually very loving creatures. It is merely a matter of understanding their ways of expressing love and reciprocating so that they understand you also love them.”

“Oh, really?” Nate said. He pulled Logan’s chair out without hesitating and took the seat next to him. “How do cats show love, then?”

“You don’t even like cats,” Logan said, leveling his best deadpan look on Nate. He was unaffected, however, and just raised an eyebrow right back.

“Humor me.”

Logan snorted and shook his head, but obligingly opened his mouth. “Well, when a cat bends its tail…”

~~~~~~~

Hours later—or at least, it felt like hours to Logan’s exhausted brain—they finally brought out the dessert. Dessert meant that the event was almost over, and that meant it was almost time for Logan to collapse into his bed and make his plans for tomorrow.

Plans that would likely include driving somewhere (just because he could) to pick up something that he would need, as well as most likely taking Dee along with him because Dee loved car rides and always woke up nearly as early as Logan did.

So, while Logan was not particularly excited about dessert, he did help himself to a cupcake and had to wipe some of the chocolate icing off Nate’s face when he was too enthusiastic with his endeavour to eat it in one bite. (On a dare from Remy, no less, which should not have surprised Logan in the least.)

Currently, however, Virgil was ensconced in a conversation with Remy that was taking his entire focus, Percy and Nate were going head-to-head to see who could eat more cupcakes the quickest (the benefit of having a baker for a dad: unlimited dessert. Even when it was an ill-formed idea), Linda was trying to dissuade them (something Logan knew was futile from so much personal experience), and Corbin and Sloane were barely shy of making-out. With everyone that Logan was worried about or responsible for taken care of, Logan felt content and confident in taking his leave.

He stole out the front of the restaurant, slipping down to sit on a conveniently-placed bench before anyone noticed him moving. It had been a very long day, and while Logan had enjoyed his conversations Nate and Corbin and Virgil and all the congratulations and attention that he and Virgil were being given, he was very tired. A quick break now, and then he’d be able to stomach another cupcake or two before it was time to leave.

The day had been good, and Logan could not have been happier with the outcome.

He was still resting on the bench when a presence settled in beside him. “Are you asleep?” asked a young voice, and Logan cracked a smile.

“Not at all, little snake.” Logan opened his eyes and looked at his younger brother (he’d never had one of those before, and even now the thought made him feel impossibly brighter. Being an older brother, he decided, was a good thing. The thought of the responsibility had been nerve wracking at first, but now Logan could not be convinced to trade it for anything.) “What do you need?”

“I brought chess,” Dee said by way of explanation. He unfolded the board between them and pulled the bag of pieces out. “You said you’d practice with me, and I thought you might want to now since, ya know, you don’t always like loud people so much.” Dee looked up at him big, hopefully eyes and it was suddenly a struggle for Logan to not have to wipe his eyes.

“Of course,” Logan said, and he reached out to ruffle Dee’s hair the way Ro always did to Logan himself. Dee beamed up at him, one lower canine missing from an unfortunate incident regarding a swing set and a badly positioned seesaw. “That was very thoughtful of you.”

“Yesssss,” Dee hissed, up-ending the bag onto the board and watching as the pieces scattered. Logan laughed brightly, resisting the urge to ruffle Dee’s hair again and righting the pieces.

“Do you remember where they go?” Logan asked.

“Chad, Brooke, Charlie, Lilah, John, Charlie the second, Brooke the second, and Chad the second,” Dee said, nudging each piece into its correct place.

“My next question was going to be if you remembered their names, but I suppose that answers that question,” Logan muttered, even though that really did not answer any such question. “What about these guys?” He held up a pawn, the only pieces Dee had not yet put in their proper places.

“Well,” Dee said, barely glancing up, “they all look the same so I just call them the Dudes.” Logan internalized his groan. These antics were probably urged by the combined efforts of Ro and Virgil, though it is something Dad would do, too, because he always said you remembered things better if you gave them names.

Still, it would not fly if Dee wanted to join the chess club at school, like he’d been talking about, and even doing professional competitions. As cute as naming the pieces was, he would have to know their official titles.

But...well, that was something they could work on next time.

“In what directions can the Dudes move?” Logan asked.

“Forward,” Dee said confidently. Then, more hesitantly, “And only one square. But the first one gets a double jump?”

“Very good,” Logan said, and he moved one of his pawns two squares forward. “Which piece in the back row can move over the first row?”

“Is it Charlie?” Dee asked.

“No, but good guess. It’s the Knight. Uhm, I believe you named them Brooke.” Logan pointed to Dee’s horse head piece, and Dee picked up. “Do you know why they can do that?”

“No.”

“It’s because they are horses, and that means they can jump right over the pawn-the Dudes’ heads.” Logan corrected himself quickly, pointing to the two squares on the board that Dee’s knight could go to. Dee giggled, jumping the horse over the pawns and neighing, landing it in the righter space of the two possibilities.

“Interesting,” Logan said, stroking a pretend beard. Dee giggled and Logan moved another pawn into position. Dee poked his tongue through the hole in his teeth while he contemplated the board. Eventually, he scooted a pawn forward to sit next to his knight. He was too new to know any strategy of the game, but Logan couldn’t help but imagine that Dee knew exactly what he was doing, with that cute little concentrating look on his face, and that he had a plan.

Though, it probably would not just be imagining for too much longer. It was no secret that Dee was extremely intelligent. It was only a matter of time before he was figuratively kicking Logan’s butt every game they played.

Logan would be willing to bet that time would come sooner rather than later. He couldn’t wait to see it.

~~~~~~~

Approximately two hours later saw Logan and Dee entering their fourth game of chess. Logan was focusing much harder now than he had been before. Dee had managed to take out half Logan’s pieces at least in their first two games - partly because Logan was going easy on him and still trying to teach him - but in the third game, either by some over-sight on Logan’s part or because Dee somehow did know some chess strategy, he had taken Logan’s Queen, or Lilah as Dee preferred, and had very nearly beat Logan.

“Have you been researching this?” Logan asked, allowing Dee the first move.

“Nah,” Dee said, scrunching his face up before moving one of his knights. “Why? Am I doing good?”

“Good?” Logan asked, and he was faintly aware that he was incredulous in the best possible way. “Dee, you are doing phenomenally.”

“Awesome,” Dee said, sounding just as excited about the game as he did when he asked for Sour Patch Kids at the store. He paused before asking, “Is it supposed to be hard? It just kinda makes sense, doesn’t it?”

“For some people, it does. For most people it is a very hard game that takes years of practice.” Logan moved his piece in counterpoint to Dee’s.

“Huh,” said Dee. “Well, that’s weird.” He didn’t say anything else, and neither did Logan, and Logan played the first game of chess in years in which he almost lost not once, but twice. It was an entirely unique experience.

People Logan recognized started pouring out of the restaurant, and Logan realized that they had spent for more time outside than he had intended to. He helped Dee pack up all the pieces and find the rest of their family still inside the building.

“Hey, Lo! I was beginning to think you ran off,” Dad said, wrapping his arm around Logan’s shoulders briefly.

“I think Dee should join the chess club,” Logan said with no preamble. Dad blinked, confused, but then he shrugged amicably.

“That would be great! As long as he still wants to when school starts up next year, there’s not any reason he shouldn’t.” He grabbed one of the empty cupcake boxes off the table and tossed it into a trash bin. “Anything in particular bring this up?”

“Well,” Logan said, helping to collect the trash. Sure, the staff could clean it all up, but they had all worked the bakery with Dad at one point or another. It was always a little pick-me-up when the patrons helped out. “We were outside playing and-”

“I almost beat Lo!” Dee exclaimed, jumping at Dad. Dee was swung up and around, onto his back, and Dad laughed.

“That’s really impressive, Dee,” Dad said. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah!”

“Hey,” said a voice at his shoulder. Logan spun around, startled, and came face-to-face with Nate. “Where’d you run off to?”

“I was, uhm, outside. With Dee.” Logan very suddenly felt short of breath, noticing the dimple on Nate’s face when he smirked. “We were playing chess and got caught up.”

Nate hummed in response. “Did you enjoy your graduation?”

“Yeah, I did. I am exhausted, though.” Logan wondered, briefly, if this is how Virgil felt around Remy. He wondered if, perhaps, he was not in fact aromantic, but maybe something more like…

Demiromantic.

What an unfortunate time to realize he was crushing on his best friend.

“Here, I got you this.” Nate pulled a little box out of his pocket and offered it to Logan. Logan was hesitant to take it - with his rather suddenly realized feelings and absolutely no advice asked of anyone more knowledgeable about the subject, he had no idea what he was supposed to do.

“Uh, thank you,” Logan said. He took the box.

“Wait til you get home to open it?” Nate asked. Logan nodded mutely and stuffed the box into his own pocket. “Cool. Text ya later, nerd boy.” He punched Logan’s arm before walking, slowly, out of the room. Logan watched him go, conflicted. He was not, generally, one to hide his feelings. He would have to confess soon because if not, he would act unbelievably strange around Nate from then on. It would be enjoyable for no one. But for now he was better off waiting to get advice before making any definitive choices.

“What is up with people in leather jackets? Virgil, you. It must be something in the air,” Ro said, appearing next to Logan. Logan coughed over his spluttering while Ro laughed. “Anygay, we’re leaving too. Come on.” He grabbed Logan’s hand and dragged him to the car. It was so reminiscent of exactly what Ro had done to him earlier that Logan felt as though he were experiencing deja vu but in reverse.

You know, if that were a thing that could happen.

The ride home was quiet and Logan excused himself to his room immediately. He was not at all surprised when, no more than thirty minutes later, Virgil opened his door a crack, entered, closed it, and then flopped onto his bed soundlessly. In the dark room, wearing their pajamas, it was easy to pretend that they were both back to being six years old and sharing a room.

“It has been a day,” Virgil said, voice tired but light.

“Most are,” Logan said, and Virgil tossed his hand at Logan in a half-hearted slap. It landed on his face and they both just left it there.

“You know what I mean,” he said.

“Yeah,” Logan sighed. “It was good, though. Productive.”

“You can just say you’re happy.”

“I am ecstatic and also exhausted.”

“Fair enough. I feel ya. What’s the first thing you want to do with our new-found freedoms and diplomas?” Virgil’s fingers began tapping a rhythm into Logan’s face, soft and soothing.

“Store. Buy things I don’t need. Learn more about chess.”

“You have weird priorities, Lo.”

“What are you going to do, then?”

“Sleep in until noon, regret my decisions, and then, possibly something crazy. Something beyond insane. Something absolutely-”

“Are you going to hang out with Remy?”

“Maybe.” Virgil shrugged, shifting Logan slightly. “We’ll see what kinds of dreams I have.” They stayed quiet for a few minutes, Logan wondering what Virgil’s dreams had to do with anything.

“I like Nate,” he said. “In the same way I believe you like Remy.” There was a breath of silence before Virgil responded that very nearly made Logan’s head explode.

“First of all, rude and incorrect. Second of all, demi?”

“I think so. I’m not sure. I’ll have to look into it more.”

“There’s nothing wrong with changing your identity,” Virgil said quietly. “I thought I was gay for years before I realized I was actually pan and just had a lot of stuff about myself to figure out.” He paused, and Logan felt a tension he had not even realized was carrying leave his shoulders. “And, if you don’t want to, there’s no reason you even have to label it. You can just like who you like and leave it at that. Plus, now that you do like someone, I get exclusive rights to make you suffer.”

“Shut up.” Logan laughed. “Thank you, Virgil. That was...immensely helpful. But do not think this means we will not be talking about Remy.” Logan scooted slightly closer to the wall, allowing Virgil enough room to actually be fully on the bed. “Oh. I just remembered that Nate gave me a present. Could you grab my jeans?”

Virgil reached to the ground and found Logan’s pants, pulling the box out of the pocket and tossing it to him. “That all?”

“Yes.” Logan felt the box, weighing it in his hands.

“Come on,” Virgiled whined, “open it. I wanna see what’s inside.”

“Mind your own business,” Logan said, just a touch petulant, but went ahead and opened the box by his phone light anyway. Inside there was a chewable necklace—something Logan had been meaning to get for quite a while. He had a nasty habit of chewing whatever was near him when he was working or thinking—and a slip of paper. Logan did not bother to bite back his smile at the gift as he slipped it on and unfolded the paper.

Logan,

Me and you could go out to the festival Friday night if you want. Meet you there at six.

Call it a date?

Logan did not squee when he read those words, but perhaps a sound somewhere in the neighborhood did come out of his mouth. Immediately he started chewing his necklace (convenient) and smacked at Virgil’s arm. Virgil laughed.

“Ro can help you get ready for your date,” he said. “But you should probably text Nate to let him know you accept.”

“Yes, yes you are absolutely correct.” Logan whipped out his phone, but then paused. “Is there not some form of texting etiquette? To not respond too soon so you don’t seem clingy?”

“I’ve never gotten that stuff,” Virgil said. “You like him, he likes you. You want him to know that, so why pretend to be disinterested? I don’t know. Respond whenever you want. As long as it’s coming from you, I doubt it’ll matter.”

“Okay,” Logan muttered, already quickly texting Nate that Friday sounded like a wonderful idea and that he absolutely could not wait.

“Well,” Virgil said, “now that our emotional shit is taken care of.” He yawned and stretched his arms above his head, repositioning himself slightly. “Night, L.”

“You better go out with Remy,” Logan said.

“Stop meddling.”

“God themself literally could not make me. Night, V. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” Logan fell asleep, and while he could not speak to the quality of Virgil’s dreams, his left him refreshed and excited the next morning.

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All hail the new queen... - 16

You fought your way through the maze of the underworld to make a deal with the King…intrigued the lonely king listens…

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen

Hades sighed adjusting his glasses as he stared at the paperwork that had only been piling up on his desk recently for the past few days. Zeus did not find a diplomatic solution to Poseidon’s request and souls were arriving left and right for days since Poseidon released the storm weeks ago.

To make matters worse, he only wanted to help you with you prep for the MCAT. You were entirely too understanding to him coming home to late to help, and for whatever reason you only insisted to having dinner with him to make up for it.

He let out a heavy sigh tossing the paperwork down with his glasses. He was going to have to have a talk with the both of them and Demeter. The devastation was just too much this time.

“Hades?” He looked up seeing you poke your head into his office making his heart skip.

“Y/N…hi… uh yes? Come in…” He sat up eagerly as he straightened his desk.

You smiled at him as you walked over, “Don’t worry about the mess, I just had a quick question I needed to run by you.”

“Okay…” His brow came together with concern. You looked nervous as you wrung your hands in front of him, “is everything alright?”

“Yes! Yes, actually it’s quite nice I just…this is a strange situation…and you can totally say no. It would definitely be perfectly acceptable, and I would totally understand…” You rambled for a moment.

He stared at you for a moment before standing up coming around the desk to stand in front of you. He took your hands in his, “Y/N, you are not making much sense right now. So, why don’t you ask your question first, and then we’ll decide what I do?”

He smiled at you trying to put you at ease as you nodded slowly, “Right…of course…okay I don’t know a better way to put it, so here goes nothing…um…w-will you please be my date to my cousin’s birthday?”

“Your cousin’s birthday?” His eyebrow shot up. He was expecting something…well he didn’t know what he was expecting really, but it certainly wasn’t this.

“Everyone is going to be there… she’s turning 3 and I guess that’s a special number for out family…but the fact of the matter is if I show up without a date everyone is just going to be up my ass about when I’m getting married and try to set me up with some Greek boy they know…” You squeezed his hands as you went on.

“Okay.” He answered you as you continued the tirade.

“Then it’ll just go to how long I have to reproduce and how it’s my duty to the family to continue the great Grecian lines…”

“I’ll go…” He smiled a little as you kept babbling.

“And I know it’s not really your thing, and I know you’re really busy…” You kept going as you looked everywhere but his face.

“Y/N!” He let go of your hands replacing them with your face as he smiled at you, “I’ll go, it’s not a problem.”

“It’s not? You’re sure?” You stared into his eyes, “Because I really won’t be offended if you thought it was beneath you.”

“Nothing that has to do with you is beneath me.” He smiled at you, “We talked about this…”

You looked way as he took his hands back. After the Titanomachy Celebration he did as he promised and sat down with you to talk about your position in the Underworld.

“It’s not necessarily a misconception.” He told you has he handed you a cup of coffee, “The deal we made is in a way a marriage…and the way the deal was originally worded presents it as such as well.”

“You didn’t propose or anything…” You sighed holding the cup between your hands, “I don’t understand…”

“It’s the old ways…I’ll have your daughter as my wife, and I’ll give you three goats and two cows.” He sat down on the coffee table across from you, “In this instance, I gave your brother his mobility back. I presented the offer of…of wanting you…and you accepted when I promised you that your request would be fulfilled.”

You stared into his eyes for a long time chewing on your bottom lip, “…okay…so what does it exactly…entail? Mean for me? I mean am I supposed to do things for you…for the Underworld?”

He could see a little heartbreak in your eyes. He could imagine being told your married might do that. Some people dream of having a wedding and a loving relationship to look forward to. He wondered if you might have been one of those people.

He took in a deep breath, “Uh nothing really…I don’t expect you to fulfill any part of it. It wasn’t part of our deal, despite the technicality that yes…we are in a way married. I wouldn’t expect you to do more then what we’ve already discussed.”

“…Hades…” You looked down into the mug. There was something the way you said his name that made a knot form in his throat, “anyone would be lucky to be your wife. I’m just afraid that I’m not…worthy…to hold that title.”

You looked back up to his face as his mouth dropped open, “Y/N…I wouldn’t have ever brought it up if I didn’t think weren’t.”

“W-what do you mean by that?” You stammered sitting up a little as his words settled over you.

“I think you know exactly what I mean?” He stood up leaning down kissing your cheek, “But as I’ve told you before, I will never lay a hand on you, or make you uncomfortable. But I can’t deny that I feel something for you, something more than just…friendship.”

You stared up at him as he went on, “I promise you, we would be equals in this…if you see our standing in that fashion…I would never hold myself greater then you.”

“Hades you could have anyone…I mean you had the most beautiful goddess I have ever seen so far as a wife…you can’t really see me equal…” You trailed off shaking your head.

“But I do see you, and for the first time in over a thousand years…my vision is clear, and that’s because of you. You bring me clarity.” He told you quietly. He wished he could show you everything he saw in you and show you that you were just beginning to blossom. It was what he loved about you, that you seemed to grow in his presence when most things withered, “I don’t know how to make you believe me…it’s something I know mortals struggle with, but I hope one day you will see it.”

“Right…right…” You nodded again, “I’m sorry…this whole thing is still…”

“I understand.” He sighed a little, “You don’t have to apologize.”

“Sor…I hate these conversations. I just go in circles.” You rolled your eyes a little as a smile showed up on your face.

“So when is this celebration?” He leaned back on his desk crossing his arms.

“Saturday.” You informed him, “It’s nothing fancy, but we should probably just go has a couple…not you know…married…my mom would probably kill me and the ask you to bring me back…it would just be awkward and a hot mess. The God of the Underworld just snapping his fingers making it happen. Then there would more questions…”

“They would probably ask why you’re too Greek at the point right?” He smirked as you laughed, “Saturday it is then.”

“Thank you.” You smiled to him, “I mean it, it will be nice to go home and see family.”

He frowned a little, “You can go see them whenever…you do know that, right?”

“I know, I just made this choice to keep my distance.” You sighed, “There’s a lot to my family and all this being real, like really real. I think the only person who would understand would be my Gigi. Everyone else would probably have me committed.”

“So…” He pushed off the desk deciding to take a chance. He slid his hand into yours watching your face turn red quickly, “I assume I will be Dr. Aides again, and you are…a student I met and found attractive?”

“Uh…w-well I mean…I guess…” You nodded a little, “T-that should work…They know that we were acquaintances.”

“Ah yes…I remember now.” He stepped closer to you gently cupping your cheek with is other hand, “You were a student visiting at one point for classes. Trying to figure out a specialty. I liked you then, of course, but you were a student and I shouldn’t push my luck, but then you came back, this time with a case. Your brother…”

“I couldn’t refuse. It was fate.” He smirked a little, “Of course after a few follow ups with your brother’s physicians, making sure he was recovering alright, I asked you out. You accepted and the rest is…well we don’t necessarily have to go into details.”

He looked down into your eyes wide listening to him. Finally, you broke into a big smile as you laughed, “I was wondering if your dramatic flair would ever show itself…”

“I was once very into the theater. Shakespeare had even tried to sell me his soul once, but I told him to write that down instead. Draw from his desperation…” He smirked at you as his thumb absently brushed your cheek. Your blush only deepened as his hand left your face, “Does it seem like a reasonable story if I’m asked how we met?”

“It’s certainly better then telling them that I ate a mushroom and practically drank swamp tar to find a doorway to the underworld…” You made a face remembering the ritual.

“I would assume so…” He chuckled taking a small step away sensing his chance may have been missed, “We should think of a name for me. I don’t think Hades, King of the Underworld is going to fly.”

“Could be what your students call you?” You smirked as you poked fun at him, “Do you have a preference?”

“I pride myself in my name, but I suppose it doesn’t really matter.” He crossed his arms looking at you, “Georg?”

You scrunched your face up shaking your head, “You don’t look like a Georg.”

“Arron?” He quirked an eyebrow, “Arron Aides.”

“Two As bad…bad…they’ll think your parents hate you.” He chuckled as you shook your head.

“What do I look like then?” He turned around hearing the flutter of more paperwork showing up on his desk.

He glanced up as he put on his glasses seeing you moving around his desk. You had your hands behind your back as you stared at him a beautiful smile lit up your face when you spoke, “You look like Hades.”

He felt the tips of his ears get hot before he cleared his throat, “Well…I…certainly appreciate that, but I’m don’t want to scare anyone away…”

“I’ll think on it. We have a couple days.” You glanced at the paperwork on the desk frowning, “Is…”

Hades moved around the desk quickly, “Don’t worry about it. It will work out.”

You looked up into his eyes sighing a little. He’d tried very hard to keep you away from all this but you were inquisitive, which is a great quality for a doctor. Not so great when you live with a god sometimes, “Just remember to take a break, okay? I don’t want to drag you out for dinner again, but I’ll do it.”

He raised his hands up surrendering as you pointed in his face, “I’ll do my best.”

“Good.” You smiled at him as you stepped back around the desk eyeing him. Your eyes brightened suddenly when you stopped, “Nicholas Aides, Nick, it’s definitely not you, but I think it might be as close as we get.”

“Nick, I’ll remember to answer to it.” He chuckled a little as you started out.

“If not, I’ll just start calling you babe, you’re bound to answer eventually.” He looked up at you as you left. You’d gotten feisty the past couple days, saying small things in passing that would catch him off guard. Flirty little things.

It started with just mentioning his eyes over dinner.

“That’s it! I finally figured it out.” He looked up at you staring intently fork stabbed into your pasta.

“You’ve discovered something in the linguini?” He raised an eyebrow curiously.

“No, no, there’s been something different about you recently.” You put your fork down inching forward on your seat as you stared at him, “Your eyes.”

“I have two of them, yes.” He delighted in your noise of frustration. He looked back to his own plate swirling another portion onto his fork, “What about them?”

“They’re blue.” His eyes shot up to your again, “They’re gorgeous and mesmerizing. I just…I know Persephone told me they were blue once, but they’ve always just been this majestic violet with a blue shadow. I can only recall them looking like this one other time.”

“I…uh…Y/N, where is this going?” He set his fork down reaching for his drink as his throat began to tighten.

“I was told it means you’re happy.” You rested your chin on your palm as he took a long drink, “I’m just wondering if that was true?”

He was very happy. Happier than he’d been in hundreds of years. He felt like himself again and he knew it was because of your presence. That and a few good hard nudges from his youngest brother and his ex-wife.

Now pulling up into a subdivision on a sunny Saturday afternoon, he felt terrified. Is this how mortals felt when they met someone’s family? Tight chest, sweaty palms, and heart racing?

“Hades?” You reached over taking his hand after he parked, “Are you alright?”

He smiled swallowing down the burning sensation he felt in his throat, “Yes, of course, and it’s Nick, remember?”

“Right, well, Nick, when you want to go just let me know. You have the best profession for excuses and being pulled away.” You winked at him before reaching in the back of the Mustang grabbing a small gift bag.

He quickly got out adjusting his sports jacket. You told him to dress casually and it was awkward to him. He liked suits and being in jeans and sneakers just seemed not him, but it did seem to be Nick. He had to keep reminding himself that, that he was Nick, spine specialist, not Hades, King of the Underworld.

He met you at the front of the car and smiled at you when you put your arm around his back and like a fluid motion he put his arm around your shoulder, “So remind me again…Jonah is your brother, Gigi is your grandmother…”

“Chris is my father, and my mother’s name is Oriana, but everyone calls her Ana.” You looked up at him, “You don’t have to be nervous, you’re already a winner by everyone’s standard. You’re Greek and a doctor, and if they only knew the truth…”

Your giggle set him at ease a little as they walked up toward the open garage. Several children ran by with balloons and toys as traditional Greek music could be heard playing through a stereo inside. As they walked in several gentlemen all stood to their feet, none looking very happy.

Finally, and older man with dark hair took a step forward a serious look on his face as he looked between the both of you. Hades had never felt so scrutinized before; it was enough that he took his arm back from your shoulders. You glanced up at him confused.

Finally, the man looked to only throwing his hands out, “Y/N…my baby girl!”

“Dad.” You smiled at him giving him a big hug.

“It has been too long; I don’t like that school keeps you from home so much.” He pulled away looking at your face, “You’re working too hard.”

“Dad, you don’t become a doctor without a lot of hard work.” You smiled again as he hugged you another time, “Dad? Dad, you’re suffocating me.”

“As it should be.” He told you giving you another squeeze for good measure before letting you go, “So is this the other reason you are too busy to come home?”

Hades froze slightly when all eyes landed on him. He swallowed looking to you for help, “Uh…”

“Dad…” Your tone told him that you were telling your father to play nice as you stepped over to him looping your arm through his, “This is Nick. Nicholas Aides, and he is my boyfriend.”

Hades watched this man, who was a head shorter than him, walk over with a presence that would rival Titans. He stared him directly in the eye before he smiled extending his hand, “Sounds like a strong name, are you from the mother country?”

Hades took his hand firmly shaking it, “Yes, I have family over there.”

“This is good, you’ll stay out here with us then while Y/N goes in and helps her mother.” And just like that he was stolen away from the only security he felt in the open world and when he looked back for help you were only smiling at him as you stepped inside.

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