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odder-oddish · 2 months ago

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Hey, I saw you were taking requests

My Dbd OTP is Legion/Frank x Kate, but no one writes about this ship so it would be great if you could do something about that.

For setting, I thought about them spending time together between trials. If that can help, I have this dynamic I imagine for them : Kate knows what most of her teammates think about killers so she tries to keep her relationship with Frank a secret ; meanwhile, every single killer knows Frank is dating a survivor, he just didn't tell anyone (except the other Legions) who it is.

This ship was so much fun! I just... completely ignored the rest of the prompt.

Well, not really. I tried, but couldn't get much of a story together. I do love the concept of both Kate and Frank trying to keep different aspects of the relationship secret, but I couldn't get much of a coherent story together. And then I realized I'd been sitting on the request for three weeks now, and I figured I'd rather come up with something at least. So, I'm keeping the draft that I didn't end up using following the original prompt, and wrote a different oneshot.

If inspiration comes, I'll try to flesh out the original prompt and post that too, but here's what I did end up writing for these two:

Star-Crossed

Being a killer for the Entity means losing all rational thought, becoming a bloodthirsty murderer intent on causing suffering. The constant loss of control leaves Frank angry and disoriented. But someone is there for him... even if he doesn't think he deserves it.

The first thing Frank does when he returns to his senses is pull the mast from his face. His forehead glistens with sweat, his cheeks flushed a red matched only by the crimson dripping from the blade in his hand. He staggers a few steps clutching his chest as he fights to catch his breath.

There's a pleasant hum in the back of his head, his instincts telling him that he's pleased the Entity this time. Though he doesn't remember much of the Trial. They all blur together now. He remembers when he still felt guilty about the janitor he'd killed back in the old world. Now, he stabs, maims, and destroys but can't spare a moment to mourn any of his repetitive victims.

Well, all except one.

He's been sent to the swamp and stands in the exit gates, where he'd managed to kill the last one of this bunch. That obnoxious girl… oh he really ought to remember their names. She would appreciate it. She probably won't appreciate the constant murdering, but she knows it isn't really his choice.

He kicks his boots against the brick wall lining the exit, watching some of the loose mud fall from them. He'll have to clean them off better when he gets somewhere a little less damp, but out here? That could take ages.

Instead, the black web the Entity uses to keep him from leaving the Trial finally melts back into the ground and Frank finally can leave. The Entity must trust him not to follow the survivors any further. Instinctively, his mind points him in the right direction. Going left from here would lead him back to Ormond where Joey, Susie, and Julie are all waiting, but he doesn't return yet. So he picks a different direction and just starts walking.

Frank feels awfully strange. There's a toxic cocktail in his mind, a mix of anger and exhaustion. He hates this. Losing control of himself, being filled with an instinctive range devoid of any rational thinking. The Entity forces him to kill. Blinds him to who he's truly chasing and turns him into a frenzied monster. Frank never deluded himself into thinking that he was a saint before, but he was never like this.

So he walks through a dark forest and tries to calm his anger and his racing heart. He stops for a moment and leans against a tree, just trying to collect himself when he hears it.

The gentle strumming of a guitar floats through the silence of the forest. A languid, slow tune, and Frank knows who it is immediately.

He follows the sound to a small clearing in the forest, and sees her. Blond hair sweeping down her shoulders, a soft smile on her lips. Frank stops about fifteen feet away and watches Kate for a few moments, already feeling some of the stress melt away.

But it's not enough. There's a tension in his shoulders, a tightness in his fists. He's still enraged, and Kate deserves better than to have to be around him when he's like this. His rage had made him blow his chance with Julie, months ago, before they ended up in this hell, and he won't lose another woman to his emotions again.

"Are you going to keep staring? Or will you finally come join me?" Kate asks softly.

Frank's head snaps up. "I didn't realize you could hear me."

"Your footsteps are loud when you're upset."

Frank takes a few steps forward but stops himself. "Not right now. I'm in a shitty mood, and you deserve better."

Kate only stops strumming for about three seconds. "That's sweet, but still, you're welcome to stay." She continues the gentle melody on the guitar. Frank means to leave, but his feet propel him in the opposite direction until he's sitting beside her, on a fallen tree trunk.

"Rough time out there?" she says once he sits.

"What does it matter? They're all the same anymore," Franks answers bluntly, staring down at the dirt.

Kate sighs beside him, a sad sound. "I'm only trying to make conversation," she says quietly. She stops playing and sits back against the log, lips pressed together in a thin line. Frank can't help but feel a little guilty.

The silence between them stretches out, time slowing to an agonizing crawl. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped," he says after a moment.

Kate puts her hand on his shoulder, her fingertips brushing lightly against his collarbone. "No, it's not your fault. You said you needed space, and I asked you to stay. You were trying to do the right thing."

Her voice is gentle, the words far kinder than he deserves. Kate's too good for him, he's known that to be true since they started this… whatever this is. She deserves someone better, but keeps choosing him.

And Frank isn't really sure what to do with that.

"I wish I was stronger."

"Stronger how?" Kate asks, looking over at him.

"To stop having my mind controlled every time a Trial starts. I can't stop it, and I keep hurting your friends. Keep hurting you."

He expects Kate to respond with empty words. A poor attempt at comfort, a bandage that doesn't fit the wound. "It's okay," or "You're doing your best," maybe.

The silence is a surprise. Kate doesn't have an answer for that, just leans back against the log, her blonde hair finally slipping away from her face, revealing blue eyes glazed with tears. And Frank curses himself silently. He's making her cry. "Oh, Kate, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

Kate cuts him off, her voice filled with a rage Frank's never heard before. "It's not you I'm angry at. It's this stupid Entity. The other killers, they're monsters. The Trapper murdered dozens or more in his old life. The Doctor tortured people. But you and your friends, you're just kids!" Her hands flail out to the side as she rants, her voice clipped.

"We. I killed a guy too," Frank says.

But that just seems to further enrage Kate. "But that's different. You were a kid in a bad situation. One bad decision that went too far. That's not the same as torturing prisoners or causing an underground cave in. You never should have been lumped in with them and forced to kill. We don't deserve this. None of us do, yourself included."

The tears finally fall and Kate buries her head in her hands. Frank puts an arm around her shoulders and she leans against his chest. "I guess our Hells aren't too different," he says quietly.

"It's strange. We're on opposite sides, and yet, we're both victims here," she mumbles.

"Star-crossed lovers?" Frank asks, with a small smile. And when he feels Kate not against him, he adds. "You could almost right a song about it."

And that gets a laugh. A quick, quiet one, but it's better than the tears. Frank gives Kate's shoulders a gentle squeeze as they sit together, just making the most of the time together.

But then, he hears Kate speak up, her voice muffled against his chest. "Is that what we are now? Lovers?"

And Frank freezes, every single cell in his body locking in place. He'd used that word, hadn't he? Put a label on something, spoken the quiet part out loud, not even knowing whether his feelings were returns. He tries to come up with a response. An excuse, an explanation perhaps, but the words fail him.

Kate trails her fingers down his arm, trailing over the faded hoodie, not minding the dirt and the faded bloodstains that will never truly wash out. When her fingers reach his wrist, she rotates her hand to clasp his. She pulls away from his chest to look him in the eyes. "I like it."

And wow, does Frank not deserve any of this. Not the kind words, the smiles, even being in Kate's presence. But he'll be damned if he's going to miss a moment of this. He'll take every second of this he can get.

Frank shifts his arm from Kate's shoulders to the small of her back, holding her close. She closes the distance between them and their lips meet and for a second Frank forgets everything else.

Forgets about the realm they've been trapped in. Forgets the games they play for the Entity's amusement, the chasing and killing again and again. Forgets that even in the most unlikely of outcomes, where they escape this place, he'll be a wanted man and Kate a minor celebrity. Forgets that a feeling, no, a love like this never would have happened had their lives not been utterly uprooted in the first place.

Because for just a moment, Kate is choosing him. The kiss deepens and Frank decides that he'll trade another eternity in this hell for a few more kisses. Because here, he has someone.

The kiss ends and Kate shifts, their foreheads pressing together as she squeezes his hand. A warm, fuzzy feeling rises in his chest, something Frank has never felt in his life, not even once.

"What's so funny?" asks Kate and it's only then that Frank realizes he's laughing.

"Nothing. Just, lovers," he says, drawing out the world. "A little sappy, isn't it?"

"You said it first," Kate reminds him with a warm smile.

"I did. And I meant it too."

Kate opens her mouth to say something else, but no words come. A strange, dark fog begins to rise up from the ground, surrounding her, and Frank curses. The Entity is pulling her into a Trial, taking her away from him again.

But Kate doesn't stop smiling, though her expression seems sadder now. "Hey, it's alright," she says, even though things are far from alright. "I'll find you later, okay?"

"Hurry back," Frank says quietly.

Kate chuckles again then looks at Frank with a gleam in her eye. "I'll see what I can do, Love."

As the fog takes her away, the last thing Frank feels is her lips, gently kissing him on the forehead. She disappears and the fog fades, and Frank feels cold again. Kate had been so warm against him and now, now he's alone again. But his forehead where she'd kissed him is still warm. Frank slowly reaches up to touch that last patch of warm skin. He can't see his reflection out here, but if he could, he's sure he'd see a silly little smile on his face.

His eyes slide shut as he contemplates it all. He meant it before, when he decided he'd weather this storm, never lose that last bit of hope, as long as Kate still chooses him.

"Do your worst," he speaks aloud, wondering if the Entity can hear him, and hoping it does. "I'll never give in to you, because you brought me to her."

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I hope this tides you over while I try to figure out how to make the prompt fit my writing style.

As always, my inbox remains open, so feel free to drop a request for a character or ship you'd like to see written. <3

#dead by daylight fanfic #dead by daylight #frank morrison #frank dbd #the legion dbd #kate dbd #kate denson

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bladesmercy · 1 year ago

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001 for sfkr and clerith!

oomf u know me so well. thank you for letting me yap >:-)

001 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

sefikura 🐍♡☁️

when I started shipping it if I did:

there's actually a funny story to this one. > be me. > guilelessly playing kingdom hearts 2 in 2019. > "what the hell is these dudes' deal. i wonder if people ship them at all" > open ao3 thinking there might be a handful of fics > "oh there's a couple more than a few, huh" > life ruined.

my thoughts:

my favorite little guys in anything ever. they surgically removed my personality to make room for more sefikura. truly i have never loved a ship as much as this one. literal otp of all time.

What makes me happy about them:

everything? they're so funny and silly to me. extremely pathetic creatures. two absolute losers. i think of them and i always smile. i love the fact that each of them have independently made their personality revolve around each other at different points in time, it's so funny.

What makes me sad about them:

EVERYTHING. the fact they will never have a happy ending. the fact they will be enemies in every (canon) universe. the fact they are two extremely broken people who are uniquely equipped to understand each other and that won't be enough to save them.

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

tbh i'm so picky with what i like and don't like about how both these guys often end up characterized, but i also think all interpretations are valuable in their own way. i can't think of any huge annoyances, except that i have very Specific feelings/headcanons about sephiroth in crisis core era, and usually won't read things that veer too far away from that.

things I look for in fanfic:

i love any and all fics where the author makes it obvious that sephiroth is just. completely besotted. and i think cloud feeds off of that, even if he won't admit it. i'll read just about anything with these two, but i especially love stories where authors can articulate the crux of their dysfunction really well. yes, these two have have immense amounts of hate, and blood, and pain between them, but (especially on sephiroth's end) there is also an Intense desire for intimacy, of any kind. these two things juxtaposed well is just magical to me.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

no one. i say that as a joke but it's pretty much true. for cloud i do also ship him hardcore with aerith (somewhat against my own will XD), but outside of that i don't really multiship these two anymore. i used to be a Hardcore multishipper, and while i still appreciate things like some polyshipping (other cleriseph enjoyers where are you, i need food of that ot3 so bad), i honestly can't enjoy the thought of them being with anyone else. i miss being a multishipper, because these days pretty much every single other ship with them (outside of clerith) has become a notp for me. ;w;

My happily ever after for them:

in canon? haha. the closest i could see them in canon ffvii (and the closest i think part 3 of remake would get to giving them a 'happy' ending) is having a moment of resolution similar to what kuja and zidane get in ffix. i would be satisfied with that for canon. BUT if we're taking all the stops off, i want to see the dramatic epic pining slowburn post-AC where they eventually figure out how to lead semi-normal lives alongside each other. this is making me want to write that now....maybe that will be my next fic project.

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

there's an obvious answer here with consideration to builds and hair lengths, i think. i like to think cloud has accepted his fate to have this 7 foot tall piece of brick clinging to him like an octopus.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

this is another obvious one, and i'm tempted to say 'fighting', but i'm not sure that clears the bar of non-sexual for them. my second choice is that i think they would just genuinely enjoy being around each other in silence. they're both such introverts, and i like to think of them just recharging quietly with each other.

clerith ☁️♡🌎

when I started shipping it if I did:

let me preface this by saying that when remake came out in 2020, i had less than zero interest in vii's infamous love triangle. i wanted no piece of it in my heart or my home. then the game came out and cloud and aerith gripped me by the throat and violently dragged me into falling in love with them by being so damn charming and heartfelt and perfect for each other.

my thoughts:

i love these two so damn much. i really Really loved them in remake, and rebirth intensified this to a level i could Not have anticipated and is currently ruining my life. i love them. i love that they are soulmates, romantic, platonic, or something in-between. i love that their bond and chemistry is near-instantaneous, i love that cloud blooms into letting himself experience softness around her, i love that aerith finally has someone who cares about making her happy and standing by her so damn much.

What makes me happy about them:

so much. their love is so pure and tentative. their vibes to me run parallel to how i see and experience the early 20s as a queer person, essentially the second teenage-hood where you're still feeling yourself out as a person, and you have no idea what you're doing. you feel like you're missing out on a lot of the fundamental experiences that 'normal' people have already had, and i feel like both cloud and aerith mirror that emotion, thanks to the fucked up circumstances of both their lives. aerith is cloud's first real friend after nibelheim (and potentially ever, depending on how close you think he was with zack. to me, i hc cloud and zack were pretty friendly, but not especially close prior to the nibelheim incident.) and cloud is also one of aerith's first friends. they've both suffered such acute loneliness and isolation in their lives, and the fact they find healing for that in each other is so so special to me. the fact that aerith is the person most able to reach through to the person cloud Really is, even under everything he's got going on, makes me so deranged.

What makes me sad about them:

well. there is a very obvious answer. so there is definitely That. that's kind of a big deal.

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

honestly i feel like i don't have many specific fanfic annoyances in general, because if a fic annoys me i just stop reading it, and then my adhd makes me forget i read it to begin with.

things I look for in fanfic:

i really love everything with these two, i love all the cute fluff happy ever afters they don't get to have in canon, but i also love the angst and the drama and the trauma. usually i just gravitate towards any fics that i feel understands the characters well or has interesting ideas, the exact plot or type of scenario is less important to me.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

in my heart, cloud's endgame ship is always sephiroth. as for aerith, i'm also a Huge zerith shipper (yes i am in constant emotional pain, how did you know), but aeriseph also firmly has a place in my heart.

My happily ever after for them:

any. any of them. i want the most tooth-rotting fluffy ending for these two. (admittedly, their iconic tragedy is a part of why i love them so bad. without it, my emotional investment would be Nowhere near as high.) i've been reading a lot of wedding/alternate future fics with these two lately and they all make me ;w;

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

i genuinely think it goes both ways, but if i had to say i think cloud is doomed to be a little spoon in any lifetime.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

oooh tough one!! i think aerith would love teaching cloud to garden....though i'm not sure he would be any good at it. but i have faith in him to learn.

#asks #FFVII #sefikura #clerith

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khoicesbyk · 1 year ago

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The Royal Romance.

Forevermore.

A/N: this is the next chapter in the journey of my OTP. Follow along for the fun.

Rated: Mature (at times can and will be Explicit. I'll be sure to change the rating when and if that happens). | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual. Y'all should be used to this from me by now 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: King Marquise Rys (LI) and Queen Shanelle Miller-Rys (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me and/or other authors [their characters have been mentioned and/or used in the story with their permission] ) are property of Pixelberry.

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Chapter 7.) Ripple Effect. Part One.

It had been a few days since Their Majesties had gotten the news that Khari’s friend Elena Charroux had died and they had to break the news to their daughter. Khari took the news hard and was heartbroken. She didn’t understand why it happened.

At breakfast one morning Khari barely said three words to anyone before leaving for school and it started to worry her parents, specifically her mother.

“I don’t like seeing Khari like this,” Shanelle said to her husband as they walked with the twins to the throne room.

“I know. She’s heartbroken. Elena meant a lot to her and now she’s gone. And it’s a lot for her to process. But we will help her get through this.”

Shanelle shook her head sadly.

“That poor little girl. She was so young.”

“Agreed. She fought for as long as her body would allow but her body was just too weak.”

Shanelle sighed heavily.

“And her mother. My God. I can only imagine what she has to be feeling.”

“I know. Losing a child whether born or unborn, is a tragedy that I would never wish on anyone.”

Shanelle cleared her throat.

“Speaking of, what is the status of the injunction?”

“It’s been blocked and the funeral home holding Elena’s body has turned her over to her mother.”

“Good. I can only imagine the relief Lady Selene is feeling. Thank you for getting her back to her mother.”

“It was my pleasure. Unfortunately, there isn’t much I can do to Lord Phillip.”

“Why not?” Shanelle asks.

“Because as insensitive, callous, and cruel as his actions were, there is no law on the books that actually makes what he did punishable,” Marquise replied.

“Maybe it’s time to change that.”

Marquise snickered.

“That would make you very vindictive.”

“In this case, I don’t mind being vindictive. He should’ve never been able to file that injunction in the first place.”

“He had the backing of the Heads Of State of Comery Isle. Much like the hospital, there wasn’t much the courts could do to fight them.”

“Speaking of those two, have they answered the summons that was sent?” Shanelle asked.

“No. It was delivered but they haven’t bothered to answer it.” Marquise replied.

“They will.”

His Majesty raised an eyebrow at his wife.

“And what do you have up your sleeve?” He asks.

“They submitted the islands’ fiscal budget for the year for my approval and I will not approve it until they have responded to the summons.” She replied.

“That means their current budget will run out on the 29th.”

“Yup.”

“Genius. A tad vindictive but no less genius.”

“It’ll force them to answer the summons. That’s all I care about.”

That’s when their youngest son spoke up.

“Daddy! Outside?” Zyon asked as he tapped on a glass window.

“It’s too cold right now my love. Besides, you don’t have your boots on.” He replied.

Zyon looked down at his shoes.

“Boots?”

“Yes, my little one. You need your boots on.”

That’s when he turned to his brother.

“Amon (come on)! Go det (get) boots!”

“Let’s doe (go)!” Kylo replied before the two took off running down the hall.

“What? No! Come back here you two!” Marquise said before he and Shanelle chased after the boys.

The boys made it a little way down the hall before their parents caught up with them, and their Daddy scooped them up before sitting down at a bench to catch his breath.

“Who knew tiny humans could run so fast on short legs?” Marquise asked as he caught his breath.

“Nooo Daddy! Outside!” Zyon said as he tried to escape his Daddy’s arms.

“Now now my love. It’s too cold for you two to go outside right now.”

“I doe (go) outside!” Zyon said before he put his heave in his hands and started to cry. His Majesty knew he wouldn’t be able to tell him no.

“Okay, you two come here,” Shanelle said gently.

The two hopped down from their dad’s lap and ran to their mother.

“Now Daddy’s right. It’s too cold for you two. You’ll freeze and then turn into Mommy’s abominable snow babies. So no outside for right now.”

“No outside?” Zyon asked.

“Maybe later baby but not right now. Okay?”

“Otay (okay),” Zyon replied.

Shanelle snuggled her babies close.

“Now let’s go sit in the big chair.”

“Big chair?” Kylo asked.

“Yup. You ready?” She asked them.

“Let’s doe (go) mommy!” Zyon said as he grabbed his brother’s hand and began to run down the hall.

“Wait for me and Daddy!” Shanelle shouted as she took off after them.

Marquise groaned.

“Just as I was catching my breath!” He complained.

“Move it you old goat!” His wife shouted over her shoulder as she ran down the hall.

Once in the throne room, the boys were their normally curious and playful selves. Stealing the show as they played hide and seek while their parents conducted multiple council meetings.

“Pee boo (peek a boo) Daddy!” Kylo said from behind the curtains.

“There you are my little one! Come here. Come say hello.” Marquise said to him.

Kylo came out from behind the curtain he was hiding and climbed onto his father's lap.

“Say hi my love,” Marquise said to him.

Kylo smiled at everyone.

“Hellyo (hello)!” he said with a small wave.

When it was lunchtime the boys were ready to eat.

“Mommy! Eat yunch (lunch)?” Zyon asked.

“I think so. Right, Papa Bear?” Shanelle replied.

“Sure.” Marquise said to his wife, “Everyone! Let's take a lunch break and we'll resume our council meeting after.”

Once everyone had left, they went to a small dining room next to the throne room, where Margo was waiting.

“Hello! Hello! Good afternoon my loves!” she said in greeting.

The boys ran straight to their grandmother.

“Hello, my sweet turtle doves! How are you?” she said as she hugged them.

“Gammy (Grammy) eat yunch (lunch)?” Kylo asked.

“You want me to have lunch with you?” Margo replies.

“Pease (please) Gammy?” Kylo asked.

“I would love to have lunch with you, my sweet dove,” Margo replied.

“Gammy sit. Eat yunch.” Kylo said.

Margo sat at the small table in between the twins. The boys pushed their high chairs up to the table and sat next to her. Zyon started looking around for the attendant to take their lunch orders.

“What are you looking for, baby?” Shanelle asked Zyon.

“Dotta (gotta) find yunchman (lunchman) mommy.” Zyon replied before he spotted him, “Oh! Helyo yunchman! Helyo!”

The attendant bowed with a smile.

“Bonjour Your Highness! Good afternoon! Are you and your brother ready to order lunch?” the attendant asked.

“Yeah yeah!” Zyon replied as he grabbed his menu that was upside down.

“What would you two like?” the attendant asked.

“Nugdets (nuggets)?” Kylo asked.

“Chicken nuggets? Of course Your Highness. And what about you my Prince?” The attendant asked Zyon.

“Pisa poctect (pizza pocket)!” Zyon replies.

“Pizza pockets it is! And what else would you two like?” the attendant asked.

“Fench (French) fries!” Zyon replied.

“Okay, French fries. What about fruits and vegetables?” the attendant asked.

“Apple slice?” Zyon asked.

“Apple slices? Okay. And what about you, Your Highness?” the attendant asked Kylo.

“Gapes (grapes)!” Kylo replied.

“Grapes as well. What about your vegetables?”

“Tarrots (carrots)!” the twins replied.

“Anything else?”

“Dolfish (goldfish)?” Zyon asked.

“Petzels (pretzels)? Kylo also asked.

“Goldfish and pretzels. Now what to drink?”

“Chocate mill (chocolate milk)!” Kylo replied.

“Gape duice (grape juice)!” Zyon added.

“Very well my Princes. Now I have to get the orders of your parents and grandmother and lunch is on the way.” The attendant said to them.

Margo was impressed by her grandsons.

“Very good my loves, thank you for using your manners.” She said to the twins, “Now if only your father was as good at that age.”

Marquise made a face.

“I wasn’t that bad.”

“You weren’t always that good either.”

Once lunch was delivered the twins were ready to eat but they had to do one thing first.

“Gammy say gace (grace)?” Zyon asked as he and Kylo put their hands together.

“Yes, my love. Let’s say our grace.”

After lunch, it was back to council business for The Royals but it was building time for the twins.

“Bocks (blocks)!” Kylo said to his grandmother as he picked up the bag of blocks, “yook (look) Gammy! Bocks!”

“I see my love. What shall we build?” she asked him.

Marquise occasionally would look over to the twins to see them play with their grandmother with a smile.

“I take it you and Leo used to do that?” Shanelle whispered.

“No, we were too busy declaring war and throwing blocks at each other between the chairs,” he replied.

Once the meetings were done, it was time to pick Khari up from school. When Shanelle got to the school pick-up line, she noticed Khari walking slowly, and when she got into the car, she was silent. Just holding her book bag close to her chest. And when they got back to the residence, Khari went straight to her room. Not saying anything to anyone. Not even her brothers.

“She hasn't said a word,” Shanelle told her husband.

Marquise sighed as he shook his head.

“She's taking Elena’s death a lot harder than I thought.”

That's when Margo spoke up.

“May I try? She might open up to me.”

Marquise nodded.

“Go right ahead if you think it'll work,” Shanelle told her.

Margo nodded before walking down the hall to Khari’s bedroom. She knocked but didn't hear any response so she opened the door and when she looked, she saw Khari sitting on her bed clutching her stuffed dragon for dear life.

“What's wrong, my sweet darling?” Margo asked as she sat down next to Khari.

Khari looked up at her grandmother sadly but didn't say a word.

“Why are you so sad my love? Did something happen?” Margo asked.

Khari chewed her bottom lip before nodding her head yes.

“What happened, my love?”

“I had a bad day at school,” Khari replied quietly.

“Oh?”

“Some of the older kids were being mean about Elena and I didn't like that.”

Margo shook her head sadly.

“That's just awful.”

Khari laid her head on her grandmother's lap and started to cry.

“I miss her Grammy. I miss her so much.” she cried.

Margo rubbed her head as she cried.

“I know you do my love.”

“It's not fair Grammy. It's not fair!”

“You're right. Death is never fair. Especially a death from cancer.”

“But why Grammy? Elena was a good girl. She never did anything bad!”

Margo thought for a moment.

“Because, my love, cancer is never fair. It doesn't care who it hurts or worse who it kills. Especially when it kills someone who had just barely begun to live their life. Trust me I would know.”

Khari looked at her grandmother before hugging her tightly.

“I’m sorry. I didn't mean to forget about you, Grammy.”

Margo kissed the top of her forehead.

“No need to apologize, my sweet love.”

“I didn't get to say goodbye. And I feel bad for her mommy. She must be so sad now.”

“Bless you for caring about her mother, sweet child.”

Khari grabbed her backpack and pulled out a drawing.

“What is this?” Margo asked.

“Our teacher, Mrs. Thibodeau gave us these to color in honor of Elena so she could hang them up on a wall. It's a penguin. They were her favorite animal.” Khari said sadly.

Margo gently took the drawing out of her granddaughter’s hands and studied it.

“I think it is absolutely sweet that you all would do this for her.”

“I asked my teacher if I could keep mine so I could give it to Elena’s mommy and she said yes.”

“You want to give it to her?” Margo asked.

“Yes. Daddy will speak at Elena’s memorial so I wanted to give this to her mommy.” Khari replied.

“That is a wonderful idea, my love. I'm sure she'll appreciate your kindness toward her.”

“You really think so?” Khari asks.

“Yes, my love. Even the smallest act of kindness can mean the world to someone in their time of need.”

Khari nodded before hugging her grandmother.

“Thank you for cheering me up, Grammy.”

“My sweet darling, I am only doing what Grandpa would've done. He would not let his little sunshine walk around being sad.”

Khari smiled softly at her.

“You know what I think?” Margo asked.

“What's that Grammy?”

“I think that when Elena got to the happy place with all of the angels. She started looking around for someone she knew. And guess who found her?”

“Grandpa?”

“Yes, that's right. And when he found her, he took her by the hand and told her that they're together now. And that they'll watch over you together.”

Khari smiled.

“I like that Grammy. That way she's not alone.”

Margo nodded.

“Thank you, Grammy,” Khari said as she hugged her grandmother, “I gotta go say hi to the boys. Since I didn't do that when I got home.”

Margo kissed her forehead softly.

“Be off with you now.”

Margo watched as Khari ran off to see her brothers and parents. When the Princess got to the living area the boys were playing with the dogs.

“There's my girl. How are you feeling?” Marquise asked.

“Better. Thanks to Grammy. I'm sorry I didn't say anything to anyone when I came home. I was…really sad.” Khari replied.

“Come here, my love.”

Khari climbed into her Daddy’s lap.

“Your mother and I were beginning to worry about you.”

“I know and I’m sorry.”

“It's okay baby. Death affects everyone differently. And how you grieve and process is how you grieve. We just didn't want you to totally shut down. That's all.” Shanelle said to her.

Khari nodded.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Before we go to Elena’s memorial, can we stop by one of the toy shops? I want to get a gift for Elena’s mommy.”

“Of course we can, my love. What did you have in mind?” he replies.

“I want to get her a stuffed penguin if we can find one.”

Marquise nodded.

“I will put a call in to find one. How's that?” he asked.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Khari said before hugging him and then going to play with her brothers and their dogs.

On the day of Elena’s memorial, the Princess was quiet on the ride to the church. When they got to the church Khari was slow to get out of the car behind her father. When the Princess looked up at the entrance she squeezed her eyes shut while clutching the stuffed penguin close to her chest. Her father knelt to look into her eyes.

“Are you ready?” he asked her softly.

“No,” she replied as she shook her head no.

“Look at me, my love.”

Khari looked at her father with tears in her eyes.

“Your mother and I are right here. I know you’re sad but you’re not alone. Alright?”

Khari nodded before drying her eyes. While holding the stuffed penguin in her right arm, the Princess slipped her left hand into her Daddy’s right hand. Khari looked at her mother beside her, who smiled softly and rubbed her shoulders before they made their way into the sanctuary. At the altar was Elena’s casket and her mother’s receiving line. When Lady Selene spotted them walking down the line, she smiled softly.

“Hello, Your Majesties. Thank you for coming,” she said to the royal family in greeting before looking at Khari, “hello Princess. Thank you for coming as well.”

Khari smiled sadly as she looked up at her.

“Hi,” she replied softly.

Selene noticed the penguin toy in Khari’s arms.

“What's that?” she asked Khari pointing to the toy.

Khari looked down at the toy before looking back at her.

“This is for you. My mommy and daddy helped me buy it.” Khari replied.

“May I?” Selene asked.

Khari nodded slowly as she handed Selene the stuffed penguin.

“I know that penguins were Elena’s favorite,” Khari said sadly.

Lady Selene smiled at Khari.

“Yes, they were. Thank you for this most precious gift, Princess. And thank you for being her friend. Your friendship meant the world to her. You were her best friend.”

“She was my friend too,” Khari said sadly.

“Come here.” Lady Selene said softly as she opened her arms to Khari. Khari looked up at her with tears in her eyes as she went to her.

“You poor thing,” she said as she hugged a crying Khari.

“I miss her. I miss her so much.” Khari cried.

“I know you do, sweetheart. We all do. You meant the world to her.”

“I never got to say goodbye.”

“I know. And I’m so sorry for that. But I do want you to know that I cherish the friendship you two shared. And you know what else?” she asked Khari.

“What's that?” Khari asked.

“Now that she's with angels, she can watch over us as our guardian angel.” Lady Selene replied.

“Really?”

“Yes, my dear. She's our little guardian angel. Yours and mine. Your kindness to her is immeasurable to me. You didn't have to but you did. And I can't thank you enough for being such a sweet, kind-hearted little girl. I want you to know that you are always welcome in my home.”

“You mean it?” Khari asked.

“Yes, sweetheart. My home is always open to you.” Lady Selene replied with a smile. “Thank you for this precious gift. It will bring me so much comfort and joy in the coming days. Thank you for thinking of me.”

Khari nodded with a small smile.

“And thank you both for coming.” Lady Selene said to her parents before addressing Marquise, “Your Majesty, I can not tell you how thankful I am that you agreed to speak today. You didn't and don't have to.”

Marquise bowed to her.

“My lady, it is my honor. I assure you.”

Lady Selene smiled.

“I should let you three go so I can greet other guests but from the bottom of my heart, I thank all of you for the kindness you've shown me and especially shown to her.”

The Royals smiled at Elena’s mother before making their way down the line. And running into Jean-Marc.

“Well, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” Marquise said to him.

“Likewise, Your Majesty,” Jean-Marc replied as the two shook hands.

“It's good to see you old friend. Welcome home.”

Jean-Marc nodded gratefully.

“Thank you, Marquise. Truly I can't tell you how much it means to me to be able to be home after all these years. Thanks to you lifting our family’s exile, we’ll be able to properly bury my father.”

Marquise nodded.

“I’m happy I could help. I'm just sorry I never asked what happened to you and your family.”

Jean-Marc nodded before looking at Shanelle and Khari and bowing to them.

“Hello, Your Majesty. It is an honor to meet you. And hello again Princess. It's good to see you.”

Khari smiled softly at him.

“Hello, Jean-Marc. I've heard so much about you. And do accept my apologies on behalf of His Majesty for stealing a goal from you.” Shanelle replied.

Jean-Marc snorted while Marquise rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

“You hear that Your Majesty? Even Her Majesty knows you stole that goal from me.”

“You two will never let me live that down.”

“Nope.” Shanelle quipped.

“Please do not let me keep you all. Again, thank you, Marquise. For everything you've done.”

“It was my pleasure,” Marquise replied.

Jean-Marc nodded before stepping aside to let them pass. When the family got to the end of the line, there stood Elena’s small casket. Marquise picked his daughter up so she could see.

“She looks like she's sleeping,” Khari said quietly.

“She does. She looks peaceful.” Marquise replied.

“Sweet girl. She looks beautiful.” Shanelle added.

“I wish she could wake up so we could play again,” Khari said with a sniffle.

Shanelle rubbed Khari’s back.

“We know you do.”

“Wake up Elena. You gotta wake up. Please wake up. We’ll play all you want I promise. You just have to wake up.” Khari said with tears in her eyes. Marquise held Khari close as she cried.

“It's okay my love. I know you miss her. It'll be alright.” Marquise whispered in comfort to his daughter. “Come, let's take our seats.”

As they made their way to their seats, they were greeted by Elena’s grandmother and a woman Marquise hadn't seen in years.

“Hello Your Majesties, thank you for coming.” Countess Gladys said to them in greeting before smiling at Khari, “Hello Princess. I hear you and my granddaughter were great friends.”

“Hi,” Khari replied quietly.

“Your Majesty,” Countess Gladys said to Marquise, “I’d like to introduce you to my sister-in-law, Lady Freida Eriksson-Archambeau. Freida, you remember His Majesty don’t you?”

Lady Freida bowed her head with a smile.

“Your Majesty? My goodness. You were His Highness the last time I saw you. It's good to see you. Thank you for what all you've done for our family.” she said to Marquise.

“My lady, it is good to see you as well. And please it was nothing.”

“No, it was definitely something. Your reversal of my family’s exile is what brought my husband home where he belongs.”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t know sooner so that when I did lift the exile, I could’ve told him personally, but, I am happy that you all are home.”

“When you took the throne, he believed in you. He knew how horribly your father treated you. He also knew that you would never be anything like him as a King. He knew that one day you would find out, and would work to let us come home. So again, I thank you.”

“It was my pleasure, my lady.”

Lady Freida smiled at him as they took their seats. Just as everyone else was finding a seat in the sanctuary, there was a commotion at the entrance. It was Lord Charroux and a woman. Lady Jacqueline Yearling.

“Get out of my way!” He shouted as he stormed down the aisle. He stopped when he got to Elena’s casket. “No! No! No! You can’t be gone! You can’t be!”

That’s when he turned his rage to her mother.

“You! You did this! You tried to ban me from saying goodbye to my daughter! You no good harlot!”

“I didn’t ban you from anything! You were clearly occupied with other matters!” She hissed at him while giving the woman he brought with him a death stare. “You shouldn’t be here Jacqueline!”

“Don’t you dare drag her into this!” He snapped at Lady Selene.

“Why not? She’s half the reason you left!”

“Selene, please! Not now!” Jacqueline tried to say to her.

“Not now?! Okay, Jacqueline, when do you suggest we do this, hmm?” Selene asked her.

Jacqueline took a deep breath and cleared her throat.

“I didn’t come here to start a fight, Selene.”

“Good, then you can leave Jacqueline.”

“Absolutely not! She stays!” Lord Phillip proclaimed.

“I will not have my soon-to-be ex-husband's mistress at my daughter’s memorial!” Selene said as she stood her ground. A hush fell over the crowd.

Jacqueline shuddered at Selene’s words.

“Despite what you may think of me, Selene. I loved Elena.”

“No, you didn’t. Because if you did, you wouldn’t have stabbed us both in the back.”

“I am her Godmother—” Jacqueline tried to say before Selene cut her off, “You were her Godmother. Until I found out you were sleeping with him behind my back! After everything I did for you! I was loyal to you! When your brother was convicted in Italy, I was there for you! When your parents cut you off and you had nowhere to go, I opened up my home to you and got you a job so you could support yourself! Meanwhile, you were plotting against me! You knew how rocky our relationship was! And you took advantage of it! I confided in you! I trusted you and you preyed on that! You sat back, watched, and happily helped to destroy the family I was trying desperately to save!”

“I never meant to hurt you, Selene. I swear it. It’s just…Phillip and I…when we fell in love…it just happened, it wasn’t to spite you.”

Selene scoffed.

“Well, that’s good for you. I’m glad you found your happiness. Even if it did come at the expense of me and my daughter!”

Lady Selene then turned to Lord Phillip.

“And you! How dare you decide to show up now! Our daughter was sick for years, and you were nowhere to be found. When I needed you, you were busy living your life however you saw fit. When Elena begged you to come home, you constantly lied to her! You put yourself before our daughter! The only reason you decided to come around now, is because your lover and her incessant need to be kept has put a strain on your finances. Thank God for Their Majesties getting involved and putting a stop to you terrorizing me.”

Lady Selene took a steadying breath.

“Phillip, the only reason I will allow you to stay is because of Elena. Because before she took her final breath, she made me promise that I would honor her very last wish. She wanted to see you one last time so this is your last time seeing her. Now sit down!” Lady Selene said to him before turning back to Lady Jacqueline, “but you? I will not have you here! You’ve done your damage so now you can leave and go straight to hell while you’re at it!”

“I will not have you speaking to her in any kind of way.” Phillip sneered as he took a menacing step towards her. He stopped in his tracks when Jean-Marc and Marquise both stood up.

“You will not take another step towards my cousin,” Jean-Marc warned him.

“It’s alright Phillip. I’ll go.” Lady Jacqueline spoke up.

“Jacqueline please!” Lord Phillip pleaded.

“No, Phillip. I don’t want there to be any more conflict. I’ll see you at home.” She said to him before speaking to Selene, “Selene please believe me when I say this, I never meant for any of this to happen the way that it did. I never meant to hurt you or Elena. I love you both. I still do. I always will. I just hope that one day you’ll forgive me.”

“Never. I will never forgive you for betraying me. Now get out!” Lady Selene snapped at her.

Everyone watched as Lady Jacqueline made her exit. Lord Phillip shook his head before leveling a glare at Lady Selene.

“You always were jealous of her. That’s why I left. Because she is a better woman than you will ever be. That’s why I can’t wait to be divorced from you. So she and I can start our own family.” He sneered at her.

Selene raised an eyebrow at Lord Phillip.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret that she would never tell you. She’s infertile. When we were younger she found out that she has a rare genetic condition that prevents her from ever conceiving children. Because much like the Heads Of State Of Comery Isle have to, you also have to have a blood heir to pass on your position in their administration to. No exceptions. So good luck with that.”

Lord Phillip stared at her with his mouth open.

“Now sit down Phillip!” She hissed at him. “And oh! You will not sit anywhere near me and my family!”

With a nod from their King, security escorted Lord Charroux to a seat in the back of the sanctuary. The memorial went smoothly. And as requested by Lady Selene, Shanelle gave a solo. She sang Elliot Yamin’s ‘A Song For You’. And Marquise gave the eulogy.

“I give speeches all the time so you think this would come easy for me. But this is not easy. When I was asked by Lady Selene to give the eulogy I was honored, grateful, and moved to be asked. Because she could’ve chosen anyone but she chose me, so to you my Lady, I say thank you. Grieving the loss of a child is a pain I can not describe. It is constant. It is indeed like a wave. Sometimes you feel nothing, other times you feel like you’re drowning and can't breathe. So I want to offer words of comfort and encouragement to you, my lady.”

Marquise said before clearing his throat.

“Admittedly I didn’t know your daughter long but my daughter did. They were the best of friends. And when they saw each other that day at the hospital, I saw how both of them lit up. When they spoke to one another, there were giggles, and jokes, and smiles, and joy, and happiness. And I cherish the time they spent together. I will always cherish it. I mourn with you. I mourn for you. We all do. As I said, losing a child is a pain I can not describe and I will never be able to. But I encourage you to hold onto and remember the enduring love you had for her and especially the love she had for you. You will have days where it will be harder than others but in that moment, I hope you will remember her bright smile. Remember the beautiful light in her eyes. Remember how much of a joy it was to be with her.”

Lady Selene smiled up at him.

“I want to end this eulogy with an action instead of a word. My Lady, with your blessing and permission, I’d like to honor your beautiful daughter and her memory, by naming the new child cancer center, The Elena Charroux Treatment Center.”

Lady Selene looked over to Shanelle in shock who merely smiled encouragingly.

“But wait there’s more. In addition to naming the new child cancer center after her, I would like to establish a cancer research fund in her honor as well, so that we can finally find a cure.”

“Yes. You have my permission, my King. Thank you so much.” Lady Selene replied in tears.

“And to the sweet angel that is now watching us all, I hope you are smiling and giggling. I hope you’re running through the endless fields of flowers in heaven. I hope you are surrounded by as many penguin toys as you can stand. I hope you can slide down all of the rainbows. I want you to know we will take care of your mother and grandmother. We will watch over them. We will encourage them. We will protect them. We will give them love. As you would have. You will be missed but know that you are always loved. Your job on this earth is now done. Enjoy your rest amongst the angels. We’ll see you when we get to the other side.”

When Marquise stepped down from the podium, he laid a hand on Elena’s casket. When he faced her mother, she hugged him.

“Merci mon roi. pour tout ce que vous avez fait.” She whispered to him.

“De rien madame. cela a été un honneur.” He replied before taking his seat next to his wife and daughter. Khari looked up at him with a small smile.

“You did good Daddy.” She whispered to him.

“Thank you, my little love.” He whispered back before kissing her forehead softly.

Everyone watched as Lady Selene prepared to say her final goodbye to her daughter.

“My baby. My sweet angel. I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you. I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you from this monster. I miss you terribly. But mommy will be strong. I promise you that. I will be strong for us. I love you. I love you so much. I’m sorry my baby. I’m so sorry” She said as she watched her daughter’s casket close for the final time. Lady Selene closed her eyes before taking an unsteady step back and falling to the floor.

Her cousin and Marquise sprang into action, rolling her onto her back. Marquise checked for a pulse but he couldn’t feel one.

“She’s not breathing.” He said to Jean-Marc, “My lady, can you hear me?”

She didn’t respond.

“Guards! Get Emergency Services in here now!” Marquise called out to his guards before starting CPR.

Meanwhile, Shanelle did what she could to keep their daughter calm.

“Mommy, what’s happening?” Khari asked.

“I don’t know baby but everything will be okay,” Shanelle replied.

“Her mommy is gonna be okay right?” Khari asked.

“Yes, baby. She’ll be fine.”

When Emergency Services arrived, they were able to revive Lady Selene and get her on a gurney. As they took her outside to the ambulance, Shanelle pulled her husband aside.

“Go with them.” She whispered to him.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes. I’ll take Khari home. She's seen enough for one day. Let me know how it all goes.” She replied.

“Alright. I’ll see you later.”

Later that day, Marquise returned to the palace and gave his wife a rundown of what happened at the hospital.

“Lord Phillip showed up at the hospital?!” Shanelle asked.

“Yes. Showed up and caused a scene. Accused Lady Selene of wanting to ruin him. Called her every name in the book. My guards had to restrain him.” Marquise replied.

“Where is he now?” She asks.

“In the dungeons of Comery Isle until I figure out what to do with him.”

Shanelle nodded decisively.

“Leave him there to stew for a few days. Then we can address this issue properly once he's cooled off.”

“Very well. How is Khari?” He asks.

“She’s okay. She was worried about Lady Selene though.” Shanelle replies.

“I’m sure she was. Where is she by the way?” He asks.

“Taking a nap with the boys. They played Spyro until they all got sleepy.” She replied.

“Good. I’ll speak with her after she wakes up.”

“Okay. How are you by the way?” Shanelle asked.

“I’m alright. It’s been a long day. My heart goes out to Lady Selene and her family. As tragic as this was, I did find a silver lining for today.” He replied.

“What’s that?”

“The family will be burying the former commander with Elena’s casket.”

“That’s really sweet.”

“Since Lady Gladys kept her brother’s plot at their family cemetery, they’ll be buried together.”

“I’m glad you were able to lift the exile order and allow them to come home.”

“I am as well. I will never understand why father dearest banned him for a mistake he made on his own.”

Shanelle paused as they sat down.

“If you don’t mind telling me, what exactly happened that made him unfairly hate the former Commander?” She asked.

“It all started back during the Great War between the kingdoms. The Dialgosa Pass was a territory that was initially controlled by King Mordecai but because of his alliance with your grandfather, he allowed King Dominic to station troops there. It’s a small valley that runs through East and South Cordonia.” He replied.

“Okay, so what happened?” She asked.

“Your grandfather had planted a mole in the ranks, and that mole gave him information that my father would be advancing troops in that area, so King Dominic set a trap for them. Sebastian’s unit had set up camp there that night intending to go further into East Cordonia. But they never made it. Your grandfather’s troops ambushed them while most of them slept. Killing them all. It was said Sebastian was the last to die but there was no real confirmation of that.”

“I never knew that. I knew that Sebastian was killed but I never knew that part of it.”

“Commander Archambeau found out that the mole had been supplying your grandfather with troop information, so he went to tell my father to pull Sebastian’s unit back before it was too late but he wouldn’t listen. Instead, he listened to Barthelemy who was adamant about this being the right decision, and went ahead and unknowingly sent Sebastian to his death.”

Shanelle shook her head.

“What did your mother think?”

“She was furious. From what mom has told me, my mother ripped into my father for being naive enough to listen to and trust someone, meaning Barthelemy, who had no military experience or training whatsoever to make this decision. And when my father decided he wasn't going to tell Nadia that it was his blunder that got Sebastian killed, my mother hit the roof. He planned to lie to her about what happened but my mother wasn’t having any of it. She made him tell Nadia and all but forced him and the Monarchy to take care of her and Carlo for the rest of their lives.”

“The Monarchy wasn’t trying to take care of them?”

“No. They were prepared to give him a General’s final send-off but that was it. So she put it in her will that they would be taken care of. It’s one of the reasons why they were given Sebastian’s duchy instead of it going back to the people.”

Shanelle let out a breath.

“I always knew your father was a coward but this? Not even I thought he’d be this.”

“Unfortunately he was,” Marquise said as he shook his head.

Over the next few days, the Royals watched over their daughter who was slowly becoming herself again. By the time it was time for the Royals to head west to Las Vegas, Khari was herself again.

“Now promise you’ll be good for your grandmothers. Okay?” Marquise told her.

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good. Me and the boys will be on our best behavior. Just promise me that you’ll bring me back a football.” Khari said to her dad.

“I’ll see what I can do. We’ll see you Monday. I love you.”

“I love you too Daddy! Go have fun!”

With a sweet kiss to each of his children’s foreheads, Shanelle, Marquise, and her father were off to Las Vegas for Super Bowl weekend. They were staying at Shanelle’s Las Vegas hotel. While the men were going for the game, Shanelle was going for the Usher Halftime Show.

Because of the money Marquise paid, they were given a tour of the stadium, where he and Damien took several pictures. When they got to their skybox, His Majesty couldn’t help but FaceTime Logan and tell him about the view.

“Hello?” Logan said as he answered.

“I got something to show you,” Marquise said to him.

“What?” Logan asked.

That’s when Marquise turned his camera around and showed him the view.

“That!”

“Oh shit! Where are you?”

“Vegas! Live and direct!”

“Oh man!”

“You coming?” Marquise asked.

“Oh, you got jokes. You got me on tickets?”

“Logan. I bought a 2 million dollar skybox. You don’t need tickets. You just need to show up.”

“On my way!”

“Move it, Ellis!”

“Be there in a few!”

Not even an hour later Logan was walking through the door of the skybox with his father-in-law in tow.

“So this is how the other half lives? And you got Lowyn on deck too? You are the best brother-in-law a guy could ever have.”

Marquise snorted as he lit his cigar.

“You make sure you tell Sam Dalton that.”

Logan took a swig of his drink.

“But for real, thank you for inviting me.”

“Always. This is about to be one of the best Super Bowls on record. It would be criminal to miss it.”

“True.” He agreed before calling out to his father-in-law, “Chief you good?”

“Yup. I’m perfect. This view is unmatched.” He replied as he toasted with Shanelle’s father.

“Okay, Logan. Who wins?” Marquise asks.

“NFC all day my guy.”

“Pity. And here I thought you were smarter than that.”

“You think Mahomes will repeat?”

“Yes. He’s looking to build a dynasty. And he’s got the team to do just that.”

Logan raised an eyebrow at Marquise.

“How much you wanna bet San Francisco wins this year?”

“$2,500.00”

“Get ready to lose Your Highness.”

“My good man. I don’t lose. I either win or I learn.”

“Nelson Mandela said that.”

“I know. He’s the one who told it to me.”

“You met Mandela?”

“When I was a child.”

Just as Logan started to speak Shanelle came walking into the skybox with Dee in tow.

“Oh no! Trouble just walked in.” Logan teased.

“Shut up boy!” Shanelle snapped at him.

“For the record, I was talking about Dee but hey if the shoe fits big sis, rock it.”

“Like she said, shut up Logan,” Dee said to him.

Marquise snorted at the look on Logan’s face.

“Did you girls see him?” Marquise asked the ladies.

They both started talking all at once.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Marquise said with a chuckle.

“Man, I still don’t see the hype with him,” Logan muttered a little too loudly.

“That’s because you have two left feet,” Shanelle said to him.

“I do not!” Logan protested.

“Who can ever forget little Logan trying to breakdance?” Dee asked.

Shanelle snorted.

“And nearly breaking his neck in the process,” Shanelle added.

Logan sucked his teeth.

“Y’all can go sit down now.”

“Aww poor baby bro. You’ll be okay. How was your flight?” Shanelle asked.

“Short,” Logan replied.

“Like you?” Shanelle teased.

“I’m 6’1!” He replied.

“I don’t know that’s still pretty short, Logan,” Dee added.

The girls cackled at the look on Logan’s face.

“You two are so mean to me!”

“We love you, Lo!” The girls said to him.

“Yeah yeah. Love y’all too.”

The girls took their seats as the game got underway. But all the girls cared about was the Usher Concert at Halftime. And true to his form Usher did not disappoint during his halftime show. And by the end of the game, which had gone into overtime, Marquise’s premonition was correct. Kansas City won which meant the AFC won and Logan lost their bet.

“One of these days you’re gonna learn to listen to me,” Marquise said as he counted his money.

Logan snorted.

“Yeah yeah. But seriously, thanks for inviting me, man. I had a great time and I’m sure the Chief will be bragging about this for days.”

“Anytime. Thank you for joining us. I’ll see you in a couple of days. And don't worry I'll send a check to cover what you lost.”

“Yup yup.”

Before he left Logan got a hug from Her Majesty.

“Thanks for coming babe.” She said to him.

“Thank your husband. See I knew you marrying him would be the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes.

“You make sure my angels get their signed jerseys.”

“Yes, mom.”

Shanelle sucked her teeth and then smirked.

“I love you little bro.”

“Love you too sis.”

With one last hug, she watched her baby brother and his father-in-law head back to Los Angeles before they headed back to Cordonia.

You've reached the end of Part One. Stay tuned for part two.

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tim-lucy · 4 years ago

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“Just because you learn that you come from true love, doesn’t mean you believe that you’ll ever find it. But, thanks to you, now I have.”

#ouatedit #once upon a time #captain swan #captainswanedit #emma x killian #otp: i'll never stop fighting for us #*#mine: gif #mine: once upon a time #cleaning out my drafts

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love-strawberry · 3 years ago

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truly, honestly, completely

summary : in which they're fighting and everyone notices it and tries to get them to make up.

pairing : ben barnes x reader

warnings : language

author's note : <3 nothing but feels,, also i have written a small blurb for this so yeah, check that out!!

tagged : @mrsben-barnes @ellora-brekker @slut4benbarnes

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jennalouisecolemans · 6 months ago

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I was hoping it’d be you.

#ouatedit #tvedit #captainswanedit #csedit #cs graphic #captain swan #otp: i'll never stop fighting for us #ouat #emmaswanedit #hookedit #once upon a time #i've been rewatching ouat and just really needed to gif them #god i miss them #also this was really hard to color #enjoy #**#gifs

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katyspersonal · 2 years ago

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002. Eileen. Now

My ask box is all crows now, huh? x)

(Asks from this ( x ) meme)

002 I Give me a character & I will tell you

• How I feel about this character

I like her, but for some reason I do not think all that often about her? She is just one of those characters who is so crucial for the story itself and for the lore that I kinda... stop noticing them and take them for granted? It is hard to explain. I feel like she could certainly use way more exploration with her backstory and depths of her personality and relationships - that includes me too! Basically I think I am not being fair on her myself because she is just as important as Maria, Adeline, Valtr, Fauxsefka, Gascoigne... you know, THE core cast.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Hmmm... I don't find Eileen very shippable, since her occupation suggests a great dose of emotional isolation. For all she knows, anyone she loves could go blood-drunk and she'd have to hunt them! I entertained the idea of the post-game scenario where she and Henriett raise the daughters of Gascoigne and Viola together now, but even in that case it'd probably work better as grandma + aunt taking care of them as a ship. I do think she used to see some women back in her youth, when she was just a student/doctor, even before the plague took her own place. Crack ship idea though - Eileen x Arianna! Thumbs up, thumbs down?

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Not going to call ANY NAMES *cough coooooough*, but I think the mother-son reminiscent bond between her and the Crow of Cainhurst is the top tier of the headcanons! I remember ancient times when I thought that Eileen and Crow were not even that familiar, and instead he simply mimicked appearance of Hunter of Hunters to not get questioned when he kills a hunter (important for his goals), but I've changed my mind since then! Doomed mother-son bond for life!!

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Not really an opinion, but rather a pet-peeve. We know from the lore that there WERE other Hunters of Hunters before Eileen, and only one was appointed at the given time. Presumably, Crow of Cainhurst is an apprentice and that's it!

But at times I see takes that have Eileen as the one and ONLY Hunter of Hunters that ever was, who appeared long ago and was the one since Old Hunters prime...? Example off the top of my head - that one manga centering around Maria (that I never properly read...). You know, with gingerhead white-garb Adeline (just like miiiiiine!!), super sigma male asshole Laurence, Willem recognizing as the pope of the Healing Church before he yeeted... all that. Of course I am not saying to go and write several OCs, but... Eileen was not the only one, clearly... come onnnnn.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I want to see where Eileen's shack is at, so we know in what house to visualize her in the after-game events in which she totally doesn't die but simply retires because of health issues... She DEFINITELY just retires and simply stops fighting, right...? That's canon, you know? Of course you know that haha.,..

my OTP:

Again, I personally do not really have one that is romantic... I remember I used to be a big Eileen x Valtr stan, but that one indeed became platonic since then, especially since I shifted towards headcanoning her as a lesbian. However, as far as fan-stuff goes in general, I do support Eileen x Djura shippers! Very cool and based ship, definitely deserves its popularity! ...if 'popular content' and 'Eileen' are even compatible things fdanhfhds HELPPPP

my cross over ship:

Hmmm... None yet, however, I think in the crossover verse she'd be more likely to find love than in BB canon! I have a feeling that I'll find a great match for her somewhere in ER or DS, actually! .....yes, it has been far too long since I've touched any other universe besides Soulsborne...

a headcanon fact:

Like I mentioned in some other post, I think she was a student, learning to be a doctor! ...and then just a doctor. She wanted to stay in the university as a teacher, but could not stand aside when her place was plagued, and became a doctor! I do think her beak mask is the only thing remaining from the clothes in which she originally appeared in Yharnam!

Thank you for the ask!!!!

#bloodborne #eileen the crow #ask meme #ask replies #bloodborne headcanons #i am better not seeing how old some asks are....#why i am so bad at them argh #it is not something personal i am just booboo the fool and not very focused #(by not very i mean at all)

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captnjacksparrow · 3 years ago

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Lmao. I don't think there will ever be peace with/among Sasusaku and Naruhina fans. They're like stuck in limbo, forever pissed off about how others perceive their OTP and how inferior said OTPs are compared to SNS.

I'll see someone who's been either a SS or NH stan or both since the early 2010s and they'll still be active today ranting over those shitty couples. And I'm like "Damn, y'all really committed to this huh?". Couldn't be me.

At the end of the day.... It's all about winning and bragging about it for a few days until their throats go dry. They don’t care whether they are right or wrong...

But this is the only fandom I've been where 2 unrelated ships are at each others' throats for no reason. Like Seriously??? Usually, Shipping wars were like A being the central figure and people fight for this A to their death... Like AB is the best vs AC is the best.

Here AB and CD are totally separate and have nothing in common... Plus, both of them have no canon contents and they don't know that they are being used as a shield to hide some ulterior purpose. SMH..... When will they realize🤧🤧??

And their mentality stems down to... 'I have been into this ship starting from 2010... I have to win somehow... Otherwise all my efforts will go to waste'...

They seriously don't have the grace to admit their true self. Which was what Kishi is conveying here...

They clearly know that their shit novels will never be accepted by majority of the fans... And the Manga too... But they knew deep down that they don’t have anything... And that’s why they get so rabid and attack everyone.

And this will never stop until N and S die in the Boruto Manga...

#antisakura #anti sakura #antihinata #anti hinata

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funkypoacher · 3 years ago

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25 OTP prompts #16 "It's always been you."

Coupling of your choice 💚

When I said “there might be smut” what I actually meant was “they don’t even kiss.” But I am super happy with how this turned out. Max and Archie have more ignored, misplaced baggage than a big-name airline, and, thanks to this prompt (thankyouthankyou), it looks like The Winners of the Award for Worst Adults Adulting might actually start to heal. Someday. <.< Maybe.

Warnings for: way too much dialogue, Max being a prick, and Archie impersonating garbage. Also warnings for mentions of a sick baby and difficult childbirth and drug use and withdrawal. (this is almost 5,000 words what happened)

also i'll tag @the-lastcall because you tagged me for WIP whenever <3 this is my wip, and it'll stop wipping when I put it on ao3 eventually.

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The Outer Worlds Maximillian DeSoto/Archie Quaice "Millie"

Humpin’ bureaucracy’s leg like a rutting canid weren’t so bad if it landed you in luxury’s lap afterward. Leastways, that’s how Archie figured, as her finger, frilled with purpleberry frosting, jammed between her lips, that savorating goodness smacked vociferously to dissipating. Yum.

With tizzied taste buds, Archie finished the Rizzo’s pastry split-lickity. She rode a sugar-high back to her room, biding time at one of the large windows on the way, lingering long enough to look out at Byzantium’s streets. There wasn’t much action, and it made Archie smirk.

The Halcyon Holdings Corporate Board had been born anew, slapped on the bottom, and told to get crackin’. Surprisingly, it was doing better than simply hollering. Rounding-up and rebranding every available scientist with a new, iron-seared vision of the future, the Board was allocating resources according to some ‘grand plan’, though such verbiage was verily avoided for its religious lean. Most of the Board’s big-hats rather side-eyed faith these days, which ruffled the OSI’s red-faced clergy in the middle of ameliorating a fresh regime with their stale ways.

As Archie heard it, one particular up-the-chain colony director was none-too-shrewdly shooing the Bishop’s attempts at confabulation, and it was this said director’s sparse agreeability which had him sent on such long furloughs about the colony. These furloughs never seemed for-long-enough, though. His relationship with Archimedes Quaice was gasoline-doused and pitch-sticky. Primed to explode at even the mention of sparkage, its fuse—his fuse—was quite the clipped one.

Short-fused Maximillian DeSoto was there now, actually. Max was in her room. It hadn’t been expected.

Less expected than his presence, of course, was Max stooping over her kid.

“Should you even be on that bum leg?” Archie strode across her room, speeding towards the man who gripped the bassinet with one hand, while the other white-knuckled the polished curve of his cane.

Upon turning towards her, Max’s expression weren’t any measure of practiced, sternly inscrutability. If anything, he’d decided new position was supported by such perks as dismissing them Scientician pillars of stoicism entirely. That, or it was his loss of faith. Either/or, he looked like he’d come to fight.

“No more than you should be leaving the child alone,” Max answered headedly, stepping back to afford her room.

Peeping the bassinet’s payload to reaffirm the child’s sound sleeping, Archie managed to shrug.

“Just went down the hall for food. Wasn’t gone longer than a few minutes.”

Walking to the parlor of her open-concept quarters, the woman lit a Wentworth cigarette, humming gratified for the taste. Tossing its squat pack on a table, she slumped into the velvet divan, eyeing someone she hadn’t put peepers on in near-bouts a fortnight.

Much hadn’t been said, then. Actually, they hadn’t spoken at all. Her baby had been born—Archie could hardly recollect it, save an impression of agony—but, afterwards, weaving in and out with her wavering subconscious, was something she flatteringly settled on calling his braided-in concern. Archie remembered Max saying something to Ellie Fenhill while gripping her arm… The wrinkles on his hands had been exaggerated to craggy cliffs due to whatever brain-bending pain-placater they’d had her hooked to… And then Archie remembered Max had gone.

Two weeks(ish) had shilly-shallied passed since then. The days’ long hours had filled with barrels of befuddlings. Halcyon’s upheaval aside, Max DeSoto was now very the head honcho. Captaining the Unreliable’s rag-tag bag of Board-certified unemployables, Maximillian and Co. had stormed the prison-planet Tartarus, saved the scientist Phineas Welles, bargained with big-cheese Sophia Akande, and come-out the other side smiling (sorta).

Halcyon had been headed for a dust-up, no bones there, but Max had the healthsome prestige which came with causing such a revivifying ruckus, and that… It was something to chaw at, certainly. Archie was at his mercy as much as anyone. That, as a kindness, was questionable.

“You could have called for something. Someone would have brought you food.” Today, Max was cold and flippant.

“Don’t like anyone waiting on me. You know that.” Meanwhile, Archie was aiming for lax.

Such divided and negative dialectical mathematics didn’t so much suggest a positive sum.

Gripping his cane, it weren’t quite the feeble front it ought’ve been. No one could seem frail when they stood to the height that Maximillian DeSoto did, or when they looked down from it, which he’d always enjoyed.

“No, I know,” he answered thinly. “Just as you won’t wait for anyone else. With the child to look after, that’s going to have to change.”

Taking a drag of her cigarette, Archie leaned forwards, ashing into the expensive marble tray. She also leaned towards a new avenue of chit-chat. “Expecting you’ll want me back at work soon. It’s why you brought me here, after all.” She glanced at him after another puff. “You’d said you might have me looking at McDevitt’s work? Seein’ about bettering the hydroponics?” Taking another cigarette-hit, Archie smiled nostalgically, nattering about how she’d “put so many of those rigs together back on Earth before the lay-offs, could probably do it in my sleep, now.”

“That was the plan, originally,” confirmed Max, “but we’ve since located a few soil engineers who are making great strides. For now, you can focus on the child. As I understand from Miss Fenhill, its health is still rather poor.”

Archie nodded slowly. “Child-rearing. Got it.” It wasn’t the responsibility she was skeptical of: it was how long they’d let her do it. Taking care of her own weren’t much the contribution in a colony going full-speed towards desperately-required efficiency.

“For all the trouble it took in wrangling me here,” Archie noted, “might we’ll’ve left me on Monarch if that’s all I’m to do.”

Max’s head tilted. “Is that where you wish to be? On Monarch?”

Archie considered the fiction in her casual pose; the inaccuracy of her disinterested tone; the falsehood in her furtive eyes. All she put forth suggested detachment as his presence, but her heart were beating manic like a madman at the door. So Archie tried, for a second, at honesty.

“Maybe.” She huffed. “No. Not really. Monarch is…”

… A cesspit.

Max’s rounded eyes coldly waylaid their surprise. “No? I would think you’d want the child’s father involved in raising her.”

“There’s hardly any raisin’ her now,” Archie replied. “There’s just waitin’ to see if she lives through the month.”

“But you would rather be with Bryant,” Max said—he didn’t ask—this was simply confirmation of his suspicions.

Archie shrugged.

The sneer that spread across Max’s face seemed like a smile gone sour—as though a happiness had gotten into something bitter and went terribly, sadly wrong.

Wishing not to wander that avenue of conversation—wanting, in fact, to copiously cold-shoulder anything that so riled Maximillian DeSoto—Archie stood. She offered him a cigarette. Bending forward slight, Max allowed her to place one between his lips, as though some kind of catered-to, fine and lofty Board executive, which he was.

Which is he, Archie thought, fumbling with the lighter.

Lighting the stick stuck between his lips, she tried not to stare there. “So. How’s the colony, Mr. Director-of-Colony-Assets-and-Acclimation? Quite the fance-and-pomp title you’re flashing these days.”

Taking a deep drag, Max’s eyes closed. “It could be worse.” Exhaling, he tsked frustratedly under his breath. “Phft. Hardly. As the title suggests, acclimating Halcyon’s citizens has been one of the larger responsibilities. I’d thought it’d be the more difficult one. But, as it turns out, all their lack of intelligence does not translate to a scarcity in faith.” He rolled the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger. “The citizens of Halcyon are steadfast, and they’ll turn whichever way the OSI dictates, no matter its stark contrast to their precepts from the day before. Fools,” he spat, alongside an exhale of smoke.

“It’s the assets, then, that are sticking your craw?”

Max nodded, side-eyeing, as usual, her low-brow verbiage. “Yes. Byzantium’s stocks aren’t so impressive when set against system-wide projections for the next five years. Even if we took every able body In Halcyon and converted them to laborours, we still may run out of food. If we took every scientist and threw them at the problem—which we have—we still may not be able to properly terraform the system.” Worked near to throes with the bothersome subject matter, Max began pacing, his cane tapping the marble floor and cigarette casting an ashen trail. “The Adjutant has been pushing for partial institution of the Lifetime Employment Program. And Welles’ pessimism when it comes to old-Board rhetoric has him blind to the fact that the program may save us in the long-run.”

“The Lifetime Employment Program… That was the scheme to freeze folks, wasn’t it?”

As his pacing brought him back around, Max noted, “that’s right—you left us after we secured the dimethyl sulfoxide.” Stopping his step, this curbing of agitated action complemented a curiously apologetic tone. “I know it seems like a step back,” he said tiredly. “We fought the Board to stop such callous, clear-cut measures—��

“No, no,” Archie interrupted, smiling softly. “I trust you. If it’s all so dire, I’m sure you’re right. I’m sure it’s what needs to be done.”

She thought to check her time-peice for the sake of clocking their moment of understanding. It were, historically, always a rather spectacular second: when Max looked her over and saw no judgment, and Archie, ever the moralist, appreciated his pragmatism which could be remarkably kind-hearted.

With some kind of ice broken, small-talk rose through the cracks. They sat at the couches, Archie pouring two glasses of Spectrum Vodka, and over the rims of their watered-drinks they discussed what few shared interests they had, namely what the Unreliable’s former crew were up to, and, finally, the fates of any small towns that they were both aware of, Archie’s geographical knowledge of the system not exactly robust by any means.

Like many stuck slumming in Law-forsaken back-waters, their conversation rested in Edgewater, eventually. Defying their brackish ties with the town, however, it wasn’t so salty a topic.

“Half the problem was parts, is my understanding.” Max took another gargle from his glass. “I’ve asked not to be bothered with such insignificant minutiae, but it seems everything crosses my desk, regardless of what I say.” He huffed. “Anyways. Stellar Bay’s cannery has been largely disassembled, with its parts destined for Edgewater. We debated its usefulness as a functioning unit on its own, but ultimately we’re going to continue the evacuations of Monarch that the Board couldn’t be bothered with.”

“Where you sending them?” Archie asked, drink-cozy on her spot on the couch.

“Wherever the workers are needed,” Max answered. “There’s even a fair few of your Iconoclasts set to become useful members of society here on Terra 2. Zora Blackwood is in Edgewater now, in fact, overseeing reformations. It’s likely she’ll remain there as Outpost Administrator for some time.”

“Zora jumped ship?” Prodding at this crap-tacular reality, Archie perceived, rather painfully, that the rum had hassled her head to aching.

Wincing, she peered at Max.

“Have you not spoken with Bryant at all?” he wondered.

Reaching forward, Archie forsook her drink far and away on the coffee table, soured to it. “No. I keep meaning to. Supposing I oughta radio him, or write him. He should know it happened, at any rate.”

Max offered, sans any stab of concern, “he does.”

Archie swallowed, drowning in what care he lacked. “What?”

“Your recovery following the birth was difficult and I thought he should know,” Max explained, boredly inspecting his drink. “In case anything should happen. In case the child should need to be relocated.”

Archie spun without influence. She had a whole roll-call of favored pharmaceuticals, and, while booze might’n been sitched swell at the bottom, she weren’t a light-weight, either. Archie could hold her hooch. Archie could hold her drink a damn-sight better than what Max was now throwing at her by the beefing barrel-full.

“You talked to him.”

“I did,” Max confirmed.

“You talked to him,” Archie repeated, sprat-angsting as though stuck in a corner.

“Yes,” Max repeated, words heavier than lead. “I spoke with Bryant. He said congratulations were in order. He seems to be under the impression that the child is mine.”

The plush, pillowy couch cushions ‘neath her noggin didn’t comfort. They only rooted her to the spot, though they did, at least, hold her head where her neck couldn’t. What Archie would’ve given for a flash of Focusitol, or Level Head, to clear-out the brain-fog, but she’d been cut off. It were the drugs, after all, that made the birthing so dangerous in the first place.

Due to stress and thanks to lifestyle-choices, Archie’s then-recently increased cocktail of daily opiates had fairly fucked her system. Requiring a C-section, an immediate detox of her body followed on doctor’s orders. It wasn’t the birth that nearly ended her: it was the withdrawal. Archie had been tied to the hospital bed, and covered in her own sick, for days. At the end of it, she didn’t feel like herself.

She still didn’t.

“As much as I dislike the man,” Max said, hoisting himself up from the couch, “what you’ve done is cruel.”

Archie’s voice stuck on the notion. “Cruel?”

“Yes,” Max snapped, “cruel. Of course it’s cruel to keep the truth of the child’s breeding from the father!”

“But don’t you…?” Mustering the merest smidge of grit, Archie swallowed and begged him, implored him, “but don’t you think it’s kinder than the burden of it?”

“You think it’s a burden?” Max wondered, too stunned, now, to sound angry.

“Could be,” Archie answered quietly, shrinking into herself.

Max was awestruck: smucked where he stood by something he’d apparently been thinking on lengthily, yet the conclusion he’d previously come to had been short.

“Is that why you told Bryant the child was mine? To absolve him of the responsibility?”

“Maybe,” Archie shrugged. “Maybe I just don’t know who the father really is.” They both winced distastefully in turn, and Archie, sighing sourly at herself, recanted. “No, sorry, that’s me bein’ smart. I know who the daddy is, Max. And… the truth all out? I know I didn’t want him clinging to me outta some high-minded sense of obligation.”

“Do you honestly believe Bryant has a high-minded bone in his body?” Max, too, made an off-handed sound of displeasure, though it was hardly aimed at himself. “What am I talking about, the fool is stoned almost 24-7. If not on medicinals then certainly on his own hog-wash.”

“I know you don’t like him, but Graham…” Archie’s shoulders fell. “If he knew the child was his? He wouldn’t’ve let me leave Monarch without a fight. Shoulda heard the things he said. About fatherhood, and the universe understanding itself through progeny, and… and the like.” Archie bit her lip. “Point is, I don’t want…” She closed her eyes. ”I don’t want to be walkin’ all over anyone’s right to livin’ as they like because they think they oughta be fatherin’.”

“Ah, yes. Your ‘generosity’ regarding personal liberties. The same benevolence that kept you from killing marauders is now, miraculously, absolving you of telling the truth in regards to this child.” Max 180-ied to irate from sarcastically-tickled in no seconds at all. “Void take the Pillars, but they are certainly right to say that emotions are a base reaction in comparison to reason.”

“You think I’m being emotional?” Archie asked, grinning for the hypocrisy. “You’re the one riling.”

Max stood taller, then. Both hands resting on his cane lessened to just the one; his shoulders straightened with the grace of someone far too happy to be correct.

Taking a step closer to the couches, Max towered over her.

“Doctor Fenhill explained that, despite the child’s frail state, she was not born prematurely. Given the new time-table… I know it’s mine.”

Archie’s gaze fell to her lap. “That’s not true.”

“Archie,” Max warned.

Eyes turning upwards, Archie’s mouth fell ajar, but no words fumbled passed her lips. Jaw working to get anything out, as though she were an animal choking on a bone, yet still Archie could emit nothing but a moan that sorried, slowly, into low, desperate sobbing.

He’d known… Void, how long? As they’d sipped tipples, all friendly, he’d held, in his palm, this accuracy she wanted kept from everybody. And here was the killing-blow from a man who loved to land his punches, her fate still crumpled in his hands.

“Max, I…”

She cried garbled half-excuses, and confused explanations, none of it shaping into any language-based lick-of-sense. The only thing she could properly manage, truly, was her anguish, which sputtered and gobbed between thick, heavy tears.

“I can’t believe this,” Max spat. “You’re pathetic, you know that? Caught in a lie, and all you can do is blubber like a child.

“Max!” Archie gasped as though slapped.

“Do you hate me so much?” Max demanded, pacing once more. “To go to such lengths—to lie like this? Do you know I hold your life in my hands?”

Dizzy with regret, turned-about and tousled, Archie was finally able to tether herself to this—to something he’d said she knew to be a lie.

“I don’t hate you,” she whimpered. “I don’t, I swear…”

“What is it, then?” Max asked. “You’re afraid of me?”

There’s something to be said for history—for having lived through it, and to see it coming ‘round again. In a moment of clarity, Archie was able to eye-ball Max unwaveringly, remembering the lengths he went to in apology after hurting her during the fray with Reginald Chaney. He’d regretted, often times, startling her with his tempers. Moreover, Max’s self-superiority loathed to see him wrong, and his present acrimony clearly came from assuming just this: that he’d thought Archie had forgiven him, and, as it turned out she never had.

But she had, damn it. There weren’t no sin of Max’s that she couldn’t stand. She’d lied out of fear, but it wasn’t outta fear of him.

“No, Maximillian,” Archie said, voice warbling under the weight of her conviction. “I am not afraid of you.” She softened. “But I am afraid to be around you.”

Max scoffed. “Same thing.”

“No—no it rutting isn’t!” She yelled, voice echoing off the walls.

Calming herself, Archie craved that mellow, yellow, sunshine-n-posies dulcet of various drugs and doses that had often seen her through parley with Max. But she was on her own—it was just her skin against Max’s, with the question being whose was thicker?

“It’s not the same,” Archie repeated. “Being around you makes me think of everything I walked away from when I left the Unreliable. Don’t mean the others so much, good as they are. Or the free meals. But us… We could’ve…” Archie sighed. “And I walked away because I was afraid of what Welles had us doing.” She whittled a serene smile out of her certainty. “I’m not cut-out for captaining. Nor for crew-work, neither. Not even fit for kitchen-duty. And I didn’t want to be a burden.” Archie straightened her posture, mirroring Max’s iron-rod spine. “I don’t want to be a burden now,” she clarified. “It’s why I… It’s why I’ve said what I’ve said to those I’ve said it to.”

The ending dregs of Max’s fury burned away to a subdued expression.

“Sorry as I am for what you and I missed,” Archie promised, “I didn’t fit with what you were doin’. It was better for everyone that I left.”

Max’s gaze meandered over her, taking measurements, making notes. It weren’t like he was seeing her anew, or appreciating the familiar. Maybe it were just something for his eyeballs to do while his brain blistered with what she’d said.

“That isn’t true,” he said at length.

Max gripped his cane with a hand that suddenly wanted of colour. Most of him blanched; most of him seemed old, matching the bend of his back which suddenly curved as he walked away in inches.

He came to a stop, having not shuffled much distance. But he was far from the man of moments before, young for all his fury.

“I had lost my faith,” Max said, his back still to her. ”It was the only thing making sense of this Void-blasted joke we call existence. You were supposed to be the thing that kept me together after. You and your endless answers; you and your inexhaustible alternatives to anything I’d ever preached, or stood for. But you didn’t. You left when I needed you. And I’ve been blaming you ever since. For things…” Max sighed deeply. ”For problems of my own making, I suppose.”

Archie walked over, lighting along so quiet she didn’t even harken her own step. She’d always figured they were hum-dingers of a distraction for each other: something to paw at—something to love until the lie of it got too heavy, and they could vent it out the airlock alongside other such vain, idle vocab as ‘let’s be together’ or ‘forever’. Things didn’t last in the universe—reason schooled them so. And even if Archie weren’t religious, she still respected facts.

But here they were: at the end of it. After the end of their relationship. And still Max was admitting to sentiments past a best-before date. It meant they’d been truthsome: anything he’d said, or singed across her skin in tenderness, hadn’t been some pretty, pearly prose to get him what he’d wanted, in the moment. He’d cared for her—the real deal—which meant any clinging, after the baby, wouldn’t have been for propriety’s sake.

This Archie realized quite regretfully. Still, she smiled as he turned to face her.

“Perhaps it’s simply that I prefer to find you vexing,” Max theorized. Reaching out to cup her cheek, his thumb rubbed her skin, keeping to habit. “Perhaps the anger allows me some distance from what I truly feel.”

“In the time I’ve known you,” Archie said, “you’ve only ever been angry. About everything. Bein’ placed with the plebeians in Edgewater; about your past, and your parents. Now you’re pissed at the church, which I must say is a very nice shade on you.” She grinned at his tersed brow. “Plus you’re pissed at me. If it ain’t anger, Maximillian, what else have you got?”

“And if it isn’t fear masquerading as sympathy,” Max replied smoothly, “what have you got?”

Archie grinned cheekily. “I can have both.” Moving closer, she came flush against Max’s chest, one hand resting on his as it gripped his cane. “I can be afraid of what I feel, too,” she breathed across Max’s neck.

The lights in the room were low. They deepened the hazel of his eyes to brown—just brown, warm and dark. Roving for that scent of creams, cosmetics, and lovely soap, Archie inhaled with shaking breath, aware that Max was not so easily moved as her.

“We’ve been here before,” he warned. “And our… discourse only goes so far.”

“Yeah, but it’s seen us to some pretty swell places,” Archie said wryly. “Your anger…” Her hand flattened against his lower stomach, her fingers inching down. “My sympathies.”

“Nng.” Max’s eyes snapped shut, mustering strength-of-will. Head tilting, he told them both, “that isn’t good enough—not anymore,” before pulling away and hoofing for the door, his stride quick, healthy, and confident.

“If you wish to return to Monarch, you may,” he said, pausing to look at her, as she shivered where she stood. “If you want me to stay away, I will.” Turning, he added over his shoulder, quietly, “something has to give, Archimedes.”

Archie ran to him. Wrapping her arms around his middle, she held Max, in the hopes he wouldn’t, in turn, hold her accountable for all her griefs. “There’s something to be said about predictability, ain’t there?” She demanded desperately. “The planets boot it around the sun time and time again. So can’t we come back to this?” She held him a little harder.

Both of Max’s hands gripped his cane, his body swaying despite the hold she had on it.

“Not if it leads to another argument. Not if it leads to my hurting you. Or your lying to me.” He tensed. “I’ve been

lied to enough in my life as it is.”

Ice crept through her veins, following the blood flow to a heart which cracked. An imprudent nature caused blame to aim towards the church, first, but, yes, Archie remembered soon those lies of her own forging.

Pulling away, she went to where she might take Max’s face in both palms. Opening her mouth to speak, Max looked away, knowing, most like, what were to come. Archie had always been a woman free with her affection, though frugal with the truth, and there sat their great difference: in the matter of diction.

Their definitions varied, as their personal dictionaries were not written from the same stock.

“Max, look at me,” Archie said. He wouldn’t. He did allow himself, however, to rest his face in her hands, eyes closed warily.

“I want to say it and mean it,” Archie swore, appreciating his lashes. “And I want to say it and not do something two seconds on the after that makes it seem empty.”

“Are you trying to say that you’re sorry?” Max asked, blearily eyeing her. “Or are you trying to say that you”—he huffed doubtfully—“love me?”

“I don’t know,” Archie admitted, preferring pretty stupidity to falsifying. It was their definitions of love that had never been the same. “I’m saying… Max, I’m trying to say that…”

With nowhere else to set her sights, her gaze drifted towards the bassinet. Something—she didn’t know what—struck her, and sucked her into this fanciful image where it might be the three of them.

“It’s you.” Archie turned back to him. “It’s always been you.”

Max nodded. It was new—it was an acceptance he didn’t seem obligated to explain. Or perhaps Archie no longer felt needs to interpret. Without a swig of Level Head (or its slower-acting, longer-lasting tablet form), her mind favored wading through what was rather than swimming through scant specifics, comparing every damn thing in her life, or Max’s, to some personal, historical tragedy.

Max nodded—and he accepted. And that was all it need be. But Archie still had no idea what he thought of the baby.

“She’s really very quiet, isn’t she?” Max wondered, startling Archie from her not-thoughts, their bodies continuing to press together. He’d followed their conversation to its inevitable, swaddled conclusion.

“Way I understand it, that might not be such a good thing.” Archie noticed a few new white hairs at his temple. “You want to hold her?”

Max’s chest swelled. Yet, still, it paled to the way his hand clutched at his cane, this being but the barest of examples of how his body now frustrated his wishes. His shame was transparent, as was his dread.

“I’ll bring her to you,” Archie offered, touching his cheek.

As Max sat on the couch, cradling the child shifting with listless life, Archie watched, lighting a cigarette that she stubbed out within seconds. This was as automatic as it had been when she’d struck the match; her body was going through the motions, as her mind absorbed utterly in the scene before her. Max weren’t an expert in baby-holding; he weren’t so savvy in supporting the delicate, neither. But he made do.

More likely than not, it was his darling stupefaction gettin’ both of them through it, of course. Because Max was gobsmacked.

Archie was about to formally start fretting—she catered no inklings towards Max’s notions regarding kids-raising, nor even where they stood in regards to each other—however, Max looked to Archie with such gentle intentions that fretting fell far on the backburner.

“She needs a name, Archimedes,” Max informed her. His certitude was comical.

“Oh, I’ve been calling her Millie,” Archie replied. She added, just as casually, “after her daddy.”

Max’s eyes rounded; his posture stiffened; his jaw dropped a smidgeon. Not because of the admission; not because someone was calling him a father, for Archie was hum-dingin’ sure that Ellie Fenhill hadn’t employed any such jargon when spilling those exceptionally fragile beans.

No, it weren’t that he was furnishing the DeSoto family-tree with more foliage that struck him. What surprised Max was that anyone would find him so grand as to cherish this child with his name.

“After her father?”

Archie nodded, giggling at the joy in his voice. As Max went back to looking at the little girl in his hands, Archie repeated, grinning, “yeah. After her father.”

#the outer worlds #tow fanfic #archimedes quaice #maximillian desoto #i lost steam in the last quarter not gonna lie #and i'm too tired to edit #also i hate that banner because his face is fucking hard but i think archie turned out cute #also i've already started re-writing the end skdksfjker

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My thoughts on Ninjago the Island!!! 🏝🏝🏝

So, gotta be honest... this is not a Blind reaction thing, I actually watched it in French first so I know most of the stuff already 😅 It's entertaining, it got great animation, but nothing more than that in my opinion 🤷‍♀️

Still there is stuff I liked or I want to point out, and finally I'm seeing the English version so I can actually understand what the HECK they are saying 🤩

Alright, nothing else to say, here we go!

UNCHARTED

I haven't actually seen anything Clutch Powers related before Ninjago, is he always like this? I love that he is a jerk honestly, just wondering 😂

Press F for respect for intern Dwaine (at least he seems to like being... used?)

Clutch: It's just a bunch of rocks! It's not alive!

Totem: I'm about to end this man's whole career

Wait, Misako is part of the explorers club? ... that would have come in handy in season 11 to get the scroll of Forbitten Spinjitzu from the club instead of begging uncle Powers for it... *sighs* I don't mind plot holes in Ninjago like most fans I think, but if you wanna make Misako relevant again at least pay attention to the details 😅

Wow, after the end of season 13 I would've thought Wu was going to go through a midlife crisis, not Misako 😂😂

Oww, everytime I hear I get 😢 Bless your soul Kirby, always in our hearts 🖤🖤🖤

Well hello Brian

Always nice to see you 😊

Twitchy Tim must have been pretty interesting to voice 🤔 I like him enough, he's fun and all, maybe not at the level of the characters we got last season

Okay, the place is called the STORM belt, there are LIGHTNINGS, and the sand of the beach is BLUE. Are we gonna address any of these similarities to our Bluebell here or not? 😅

Wait, Tim was giving a hot air balloon tour, does that mean other people where with him? What of them? Are they dead? Did he let them die on the island?... am I reading too much into this? Probably 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Alright, the part of the boats? SO COOL 🤩🤩 I literally can't say anything bad about the animation at this point

Why did they think leaving Kai, Jay and Cole on one boat was going to be a good idea 😂 Also Zane just randomly doing sick tricks on his vehicle, love that nindroid

I'm guessing Nya is keeping her water abilities for her season 🤷‍♀️

Yep, yep, this is why the creators try to keep Pixal out of the adventures, with her everything is way too cool and easy to access to 😎😎

Twitchy Tim: There are statues that become alive!!

Lloyd:... so it's a season 2 stone army ripoff, we've seen worse

It's a cute episode overall 👍

THE KEEPERS OF THE AMULET

OKAY THE INTRO IS SO FREAKING COOL 🤩🤩🤩🤩

So Twitchy Tim has temporarily taken over Jay's role of spazzing out and complain about worse case scenarios... in another occasion they might have bonded over this, maybe 😂

Okay, survival position? MOOD

Nya: DRAGOOON 😱

Me: DRAGOOOOOOON 😍😍😍

Why am I not surprised that Jay was the one that named him Zippy? 💙 Also HE'S SO CUTE 💕💕💕 Love how in every adventure, we always get very different types of dragon in this show 👌 I'm a simple person, I see a dragon... 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

Oh-oh, it's the "Lloyd's done with this crap"'s face

This means serious business... am I that used to LEGO characters that this way of crossing arms on the chest looks almost normal to me? 😅

Soooo, Master of the Mountain clearly gave Cole too much development... because now he got demoted to "the one who is always hungry" 🤦‍♀️ I'm all for Cole's endearing love for cakes, which is super relatable, but if you're gonna push it on his fun side, at least be coherent 🙃

Is it just me or it feels like the writing of this special was made by someone different from the one of season 13? Like, it's not bad, just less engaging and witty. For now. Maybe I'm being premature 🤷‍♀️

New way of nerfing powers, we got... weird, sucking power totem thingies... OKAY

My gosh I really can't say anything about the animation, look at that! It's all cinematic with such a light! YES!! 🤩

I'M SORRY

WHY ARE WE LOOKING OVER THIS??? IT LOOKS LIKE COLE'S LAVA PUNCHES BUT THEY ARE JAY LIGHTNING FEET??? IT'S A GREAT IDEA AND I WOULD LOVE TO SEE IT AGAIN??? WHY ARE WE IGNORING THIS??? 💙💙💙💙

So they at least addressed that lightning isn't a Jay's thing only anymore 😅

Alright, Jay having a mental breakdown because of a bridge because it always breaks, that's the Bluebell I know and love 😂😂 Nya telling him to keep moving was cute too 💙❤💙❤

Okay, I'm sorry but this really bothers me, what kind of lightning can instantly knock out the MASTER OF LIGHTNING??? Like, my gosh, really??? I hope they give us an explanation, like it's some sort of special lightning, because this really doesn't sit right with me. Jay is lightning proof, we've seen it in Skybound, we've seen it in Sons of Garmadon, I DON'T BELIEVE HE WOULD JUST BE KNOCKED OUT LIKE THAT 😡😡😡

Soooooo, storm amulet? Being one with the lightning? Is that the reason why Jay got to be the sacrifice? 😅

THE GIFT OF JAY

Alright, I am kinda looking forward for this one, what did Bluebell actually say or do to get him into trouble this time 😂😂

Oh, he just... introduced himself... well that was underwhelming

SENSEI👏YOU👏ARE👏A👏FREAKING👏GOD👏STOP👏GETTING👏KIDNAPPED👏BY👏RANDOM👏VILLAINS👏

Bring ooooon Lloyd Grills 💪

Okay I did like the little speech, definitely resonates with how Lloyd survived this long even though everything wanted him to give up, even his father... I'M NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING 😭

Jay out there making the real questions 😂

Awwww Edna used to call him gift of Jay? I can totally see it, so cute 💙💙 Makes even more sense if Libber actually left Jay at the Walkers' door...

Pff, Jay made the connection I would've done honestly 🤷‍♀️ Like, him being the master of lightning really didn't give these dudes any impression or inspiration? Any cool idea, full Road of El Dorado style? 🙃🙃

Lloyd out there abusing of the animation budget 💚💚💚

Somehow these ninja never actual sneak in, it's always a huge mess everyone knows about beforehand 😂 It's familiar though, I'm used to it and happy with it 👍

I might not be the biggest Misako fan, but you know what I am a fan of?

LEGO HUGS 😍😍😍😍😍

Dang it uncle Powers, you just got here to make a mess did you 😅

Not the first person of the fandom to say this, but Jay looks absolutely lovely with that flower crown 🌺🌺🌺

Oh poor greenie

Lloyd just has the worst luck 😓

Jay: Why would I be the gift?

Kai: Yeah who would want Jay?

Nya: Huh, me?? 😡

Got some very good Jaya for this little special, can't complain 💙❤💙❤

I mean, not matter how big of a snake Wojira might turn out to be, we've already seen the biggest and the second biggest snake of all so 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Whoa, at last... IT WAS THE FIRST SPINJITZU MASTER THAT HAD SOMETHING HE SHOULD'VE TOLD WU A LONG TIME AGO!! 😱 Wu, you got pulled a Wu, how does it feel? 😂

Again, Jay freaking out, kinda my jam it's too funny 💙💙

Wow Kai way to be hominous offscreen 👏👏 I miss talking about my flame babe, this really isn't his time 🤷‍♀️

THE TOOTH OF WOJIRA

So when I first watched this I was genuinely, really excited about knowing the truth behind all this. It turned out very different from what I first thought, but at least in this case it's okay (besides I was pushing with the lightning meaning just to see Libber again 😅😅😅)

I feel like the guys get their powers stolen or blocked so much it takes them a minute to remember "Oh wait I can literally burn my way out" 🤷‍♀️

SPINJITZU YAY 🤩

I... forgot that Misako knows how to fight 😅 She knows how to do spinjitzu too if I remember correctly...

NYA BEING LIKE "OUT OF THE WAY IMMA SAVE MY BOYFRIEND AGAIN" ❤💙❤💙

Gotta love how they were all crazy worried about Jay, like, this is something that never changes through the show. They really care so so much for each other 💕💕💕

Ooohhhh, okay, so Wojira does seem to be the main villain of next season according to the story. I remember Tommy saying that we needed to have faith and this is probably why. The special was okay, nothing too much, and hopefully that too much we will see in Nya's season 😍😍😍

What the- pff, I didn't notice this the first time 😂

At this point I can't tell if that one short with the chicken of the movie carried a hate or a love for chickens in the actual show 😂😂

Nice to see Jay standing up for himself at least for a little while 💪 Also Lloyd being "He's our trouble", aww family 💜

THERE IT IS

MY BRUISE HEART IS SOARING 🖤💙🖤💙

Gotta give props to the voice actors, voicing an explanation while fighting must be pretty hard! WE ARE BLESSED WITH AN AMAZING CAST!!! 🤩🤩🤩

And there he is, our favorite jerk... shaved Ronin 😂 He does look a little weird, but it's fair, new animation and all. Not the weirdest until now 🤷‍♀️

I genuinely had to make a mental check to see where we are with Ronin now, like, he started as a villain, then a partner, he betrayed us, became an ally, he hunted the ninja, then joined them, that timeline was erased, he was around in SoG and... wow this man is chaotic 😂😂

Yaaaay, Twitchy's last minute redemption act! Lloyd is too good at motivational speeches 👏👏

A bit of Lava OTP/BrOTP

Cause it's good for the heart ❤🖤❤🖤

Okay, Scooby doo reference, why not? Also honestly, I'm confident Ronin has seen A LOT of jails and prisons... probably won't stay behind bars for long 😅

Mammatus: sorry for imprisoning you and almost killing your friend

Kai: no biggie, that's how we make friends in this show

Alright the "And Clutch Powers" gag made me chuckle 😂 ... wait where is he- DANG IT UNCLE POWERS

Okay, this is the last time I say it I promise, but I mean. I MEAN

THE ANIMATION GUYS 😍😍😍

Aaaaand sensei you jinxed it 😅 But you apparently awakened Nya's season so I'm gonna forgive you on this one 😉

FINAL THOUGHTS

There are a few little details that bothered me a little, and it wasn't as exciting as I maybe hoped it was going to be, but it was fine. Enjoyable still. These characters make me like the show, even when it got nothing too impactful 🤷‍♀️

But I got triggered about that lightning thing with Jay 😅 I guess I'll just fanfic whatever I had in mind...

Don't have to repeat myself about the animation *chef's kiss*

The writing was really less engaging, a little normal in a way? Idk just a feeling. Nice to see Ronin again though, I really like him. And nice to see Jay freaking out, I really like that too 😂

To be honest I wanted to put down my thoughts on this one because I REALLY wanna do the same with Nya's season 🤩🤩 I already know that Maya is gonna be there and I am so HAPPY already!!! 💙💙💙

So that's it from me! Thank you for reading me ranting, see you next season! 😊

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