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[mirdance]

Love Will Teach Us the Way

I wasn't sure if I'd post this to tumblr since I'm just getting started on this platform, but why not! Participating in the Mysme RBB (@mysme-rbb) has been such fun. It was a pleasure to work with Rose. The lovely Ami and the story idea all belong to her! You can see both Zen and Ami staring lovingly into each others eyes in Rose's beautiful rendition of the story. The story on A03 Check out the art to this piece here: Instagram Twitter Summary: Zen plays the part of a wandering minstrel in As You Love It. Even though he isn't playing the main role, he is busier than ever as the sole provider of music for the entire play. He hasn't been able to spend much time with his beloved, even missing out on her birthday, much to her dismay. To make up for it during rehearsal season, he wanders to Ami's favorite spot on campus to serenade her an old ballad. The song Zen sings is based off a 17th century British folk song called Love will find out the Way. Original Lyrics Tune

Zen has had to wear many a unique costume for the spotlight, varying from zentai suits to bear furs to tree branches.  To gain fame in theatre, one must be willing to do the extraordinary and go beyond his comfort zone.  Aka listen to the director’s whims even if he looked absolutely ridiculous.  For William Stilspear’s As You Love It, the costuming was no different than most of his other comedies, save for the absurdly tight tights.  Sure, most bards wore tight tights, but did they have to be this tight?  Zen adjusted the band around his waist once more before buttoning up his shirt.  Even the old guy playing Fairy Number Five was starting to complain, and that dude never complained about anything.

Such was the life of the beautiful and famous.  Zen sighed and checked himself once more in the mirror.  He’d rather not present himself to his beloved in such a way, but he barely had time to visit her before dress rehearsals.  If only he were dressed as a gallant knight.  Unfortunately, for the upcoming charity play, he was one of the only performers who could sing.  This stuck him with the part of the wandering bard.  He wasn’t trying to be ungrateful, but the pants for the bard were even tighter than the other parts.  Not only that, but he’d had to practice guitar day and night.  His lovely Ami understood, but…he still felt bad, nonetheless.  How could a boyfriend miss his girlfriend’s birthday?  He was literally the worst.

He grabbed his guitar case, slung it on his back, and left the dressing room.  The show would present on Ami’s campus, and while he had initially thought it would provide them some much needed time together, he’d only had time for quick kisses before her classes.  (Much to Yoosung’s disdain, as he and Ami had a few biology classes together.  He’d been the reason Ami and Zen even met, but his complaints in messenger about their so-called ‘make out sessions’ were getting on Zen’s nerves.)  Today he knew she would be studying on her break between the Chemistry and Biology building.  The buildings were connected by a hallway that morphed into a floor to ceiling glass dome.  Inside were all kinds of artistic pieces the Fine Arts Department worked together with the science departments on.  There was an old piano no one touched in the back.  He had Yoosung make sure it was in tune a few days prior, not that Yoosung knew anything about music.  Zen had to trust the sounds he’d heard over the phone and hope for the best.

Once he arrived at the dome, he made sure to stay hidden from sight.  The area seemed rather empty of students, save for a couple yawning ones on the couches.  Good.  Not that Zen didn’t want an audience for this, but part of him also wanted the moment to be intimate.  He tip-toed around Ami’s study area.  She was heavily engrossed in the textbook laid before her, and Yoosung was busy whispering questions and showing her a worksheet.  Thank you, Yoosung.  Zen would have to make it up to him later.

Zen made it to the back of the dome without incident.  He sat at the piano and ran his fingers along the keys.  The top was dusty, but everything seemed to be in working order.  He pulled his case off his back and readied his scene.  First, he plucked the strings of his guitar, testing the sounds of the dome and the echo.  He wanted the music to fill the dome while she studied, unknown to his presence at first until she discovered something was up.  He began humming along, adding a few ooos and aaahs until he broke into his song.

Over our mountains

And over our waves

Under floods that are deepest

Which Neptune obey

Over rocks which are the sharpest

Love will teach us the way

He was quiet at first, but his voice nonetheless vibrated through the air.

Where there is no home

For the fireflies to lie

Where no one can roam

Or have freedom to fly

Where the bird dares not venture

Lest herself fast decay

But If love comes, it will enter,

And will teach us the way

Papers rustled in the distance before the clopping of shoes grew louder and louder until she reached him.  Perfect.  He winked and stood from his seat to go over to her.  She looked exhausted with her hair frizzing about her head from the recent harsh rains.  She needed to take care of herself more and sleep more, but he certainly didn’t help with his late-night texts.  He couldn’t help but be drawn to her aura.  Though she would beg to differ, he thought she looked more radiant today than ever with her backpack slung over her shoulder and a pencil in her ear.

He circled her as he sang and played until he returned and rested his foot on the piano seat.  She chuckled and crossed her arms as her cheeks slowly reddened.  She was a shy gal, probably a bit embarrassed by the sudden attention, but he loved seeing her undone and flustered.  He never wanted it to be too much, but today was special.  He wanted to make up for everything he’d been doing wrong, for not loving her enough, for not holding her enough.

You may esteem me

A boy for his might

Or you may deem me

A coward running flight

But if she, whom Love does honor,

Be hidden from the day

Set a thousand armies upon her

Love will teach us the way

He set his guitar to the side and cracked his knuckles for prep for the main crescendo: finishing the song on piano.  It wasn’t the most beautiful song, but he loved the lyrics.  He had to practice it for the play, and it just resonated with him and their situation for some reason.  Even though they were busy and couldn’t see each other, even though they’d been bickering, love would guide them and make them stronger.  He ran his fingers across the keys.

Some try to lose me

By having me confined

Some do oppose me,

Poor thing, to be blind

But ne’er can they break me

Do the best that they may

Blind Love, if so they call it,

Will teach us the way

With no where to sit, Ami dropped her things onto the floor next to him and hoisted herself up onto the piano.  Zen’s heart almost burst as she crossed her legs and leaned towards him.  It was the perfect setting for a masterpiece, and he had to tear his eyes from her chiseled legs to meet her gaze.  (She really did have killer calves, okay?  He couldn’t help himself.)  He cleared his throat and continued.

You can train a hawk

To stoop to your fist

You can train a dog

With prey coexist

The lioness, you can move her

To give her to prey

you’ll not stop the lovers,

They will find out a way.

He finished the song with his left hand and reached out with his other to caress her hand.  “They will find out a way,” he whispered to her before he enclosed his hand around hers.  He brought it to him and gently kissed her knuckles.

The air was quiet a moment as his breathing grew heavier.  She squeezed his hand and grinned as she jumped off the piano and into his lap.  He threw his arms around her, and she did the same.  No words were needed.  They could simply bask in each other’s presence for the moment and lean on each other.

“I’ve missed you.”  Zen broke the silence and grazed his lips across her neck.

“I know.  Me, too.”  She leaned her forehead into his shoulder and sighed.  “I’m sorry for getting emotional the other day.  I know we’ve got a lot going on.” He continued kissing up her ear.  “No, I’m sorry.  I should have put my foot down with the director.”

“You’re both very very sorry,” Yoosung’s voice cracked in the distance.

Ami laughed into Zen’s chest.  Zen was pissed Yoosung had ruined the moment, but he couldn’t be too mad at the guy since he’d helped so much.  Zen ran his fingers through Ami’s hair and kissed her forehead.  The bells outside rang, and Zen jolted with a groan.

“I’ve gotta get back,” he said, leaning over Ami and rummaging through the pocket of his case.  “I have a surprise for you, though.”  He placed a velvet ring box in her lap.  Her legs tensed, and Zen could hear her breath quicken.  Even though he had places to be, he gave her a moment, rubbing her back in circular motions.  She gingerly opened the box to find a stage ticket to his show and a note.

The missing part to this box can be found at my show

Will you say yes or no?

Let me have your answer tonight, princess~

Ami sat frozen with the paper between her fingers, and a grin painted her face.  “I…I…”

Zen stood, carrying his love, and placed a deep kiss on her lips.  “Now, I know how you don’t like to be placed on the spot, so I’m giving you time before you’re really placed on the spot.  Midnight has struck, and this bard has to run to rehearsals.”  He placed her on the ground and wrapped her into a hug.   “I hope I’ll see you later,” he whispered into her hair.

With that, he threw his things together and left in a hurry, leaving a dazed Ami behind with Yoosung to clean up.  Zen had other things to prepare in addition to the play itself, and he could spare no moment longer.  His heart raced into his ears as he sprinted to the theatre, and his unfortunate pants only made the run more uncomfortable.  He knew the director would have it out for him in front of everyone, but Zen didn’t care.  It was foolish, and he was stupid and young.  Yet he could only smile in anticipation for the night, and hopefully, for the ring that would grace his love’s left hand.

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Echoes of Old Embers

Chapter 4

Pairing: F!Shepard/Kaidan Alenko

Rating: T

Chapter length: 4.6K

Story Tags: friends to lovers, mini slow burn, angst

Story Synopsis:

After surviving the war, one of Shepard’s biggest regrets was rejecting Kaidan at Apollo’s. Fate has a way of bringing Jane and Kaidan back into each other’s lives. A misunderstanding with his family makes Kaidan and Shepard relive old history and question where they stand.

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Chapter Synopsis:

Kaidan and Shepard make their way to his family home on the orchard. Shepard finally meets Kaidan’s family.

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Shepard was looking out the window, admiring the view from Kaidan’s rental skycar. They were well on their way to the orchard. The sky was relatively empty heading towards the Okanagan, not much traffic getting in the way of the scenery. They passed beautiful mountainscapes still covered in snow. The whole journey into the interior was more scenic than she was expecting. BC offered a lot of Earth’s beauty, and she figured she’d try to enjoy what she could from this trip. ‘Try’ was the operative word there, still thinking this plan was a mistake. She bounced her uninjured leg nervously, contemplating how difficult this week was about to be. Something Kaidan seemed to be picking up on the closer they got to the orchard.

“You alright there, Shepard? You look like you’re getting a little restless.”

“You could say that,” she said, looking over at him with a smirk. “If you’ll recall, you forced me to drink two whole bottles of water before we left, not to mention my coffee. I think I’m ready for a pit stop.” It was the truth, but she’d be lying if that was the whole reason behind her lively leg. She was getting more and more nervous, the closer they got to their destination.

Kaidan smirked at her. “Sorry about that. Maybe I should have let you pace the water a bit, but I still think you’ll end up thanking me for it later. Think you can hold it, though? The orchard’s only a couple minutes away.”

“Already?”

“Yup. Just over that hill up there,” he said, pointing ahead of them.

“Well, in that case, I’m pretty sure I can hold it.” Her leg continued to bounce impatiently, despite what she said.

They rode in silence the rest of the way. It really wasn’t far off at this point, and the thought of it only put her more on edge. Any minute now, she’d be meeting Kaidan’s family. Yet another thing that reeked of intimacy. This was something that people who were romantically involved did, and yet again, she felt as though she was stealing someone else’s place that should have been here instead of her. Kaidan wasn’t fazed at all as she glanced back towards him. He was just steering the car with a wistful smile.

No matter how he might have felt about their relationship, he was still here for a celebration and to get to be here for his sister on her special day. He would be welcoming someone new into his family. It at least made her happy that he was getting the chance to experience this. She knew this was going to be a stressful week for herself, but seeing the look on his face made her feel better about it.

Just like that, they were already making their descent. Kaidan was right, the ride was short. They made a soft landing on a patch of grass in front of the house. She practically bounced out of the car with her nervous energy. Kaidan went to the trunk to grab the bags. As Shepard reached for hers, he quickly intercepted it, and she looked at him questioningly.

“You know I can carry my own bag, right? I’m not that debilitated.”

“Maybe not, but after what I saw this morning, I don’t want you to be adding any unnecessary weight on that leg,” he said, taking the bag and putting the strap over his shoulder.

Shepard chuckled at that. Always the caretaker. She just wasn’t used to relying on anyone else to make things easier for her. “I guess I can’t argue with that. After you,” she finally agreed as she directed her hand towards the house, still fidgeting a bit thanks to her need to go to the bathroom.

He made his way up the steps and waited for Shepard to follow after him. “Well, I hope you’re ready to meet my family. I’m warning you now, they can be a bit much,” he said with a laugh, his hand hovering over the doorbell.

“I’m sure they’re fine. Even if I wasn’t ready, though, I’m about to pee my pants if this waits any longer.”

“Right,” he said with a smirk as he rang the bell.

As they waited, Shepard examined their surroundings. This was where Kaidan was raised. His childhood home. She never had anything like that, always changing ships, or being dropped off at boarding school while her mother was on active duty. She could see the appeal of having a place to always call home, not to mention being raised close to nature. It must have been nice, not that she begrudged her own upbringing by any means. It was just different. The house was very classic looking, made out of real wood, layered in soft hues of paint with a large porch on the front of the house that they were currently standing on. The property was stunning and bigger than she expected. Well kept, too, barely any signs of the war leftover. She didn’t really know what to expect when she agreed to come out here, but she was pleasantly surprised that they already managed to have it looking so good after the end of the war.

One of the windows must have been open, because they heard some shuffling from inside, followed by someone yelling.

“Kaidan’s here!!” they heard before there was a large commotion of thumping.

That made Shepard look at Kaidan, surprised. She wasn’t expecting such a reaction from an Alenko. She had envisioned them to be reserved and quiet. Then again, her only example to go off of was him, so that wasn’t necessarily a fair assessment.

“That was Maisie. She can be… enthusiastic. Acts like a teenager, even though she’s well into her twenties already. Like I said, they can be a bit much.”

“Ah,” Shepard said with a nod, still a little surprised from the complete contrast to Kaidan.

“I’ve already got it, Maisie. Calm down,” they heard someone shout back before the door opened.

Shepard got the briefest glimpse of the woman opening the door, before a blur of colour shot right past her. Said blur of colour jumped onto Kaidan, hugging him with what looked like the force of a death-grip. Kaidan promptly dropped the bags in his hands as he staggered backwards, nearly falling down the steps.

The woman that opened the door walked outside onto the porch, looking like she was trying to greet her brother as well. She had strikingly similar features to Kaidan, the same dark hair and eyes. There wasn’t any denying that they were related, likely Raiya, the oldest, if Shepard had to guess. There was something about her serious disposition that screamed maturity. She made eye contact with Shepard, and she stopped dead in her tracks. There was an expression of shock at seeing who Kaidan brought with him as his plus one. Shepard waved awkwardly as Kaidan’s younger sister was still dramatically hugging her brother.

“Aaah, I missed you so much. You’re the only cool sibling, you know that?!”

“I’m standing right here, Maisie,” the older sister said, finally moving her attention away from Shepard.

“Oh yeah. Forget I said that,” Maisie said, finally lowering herself from the hug, not even noticing the awkward silence filling the air behind her.

“The only reason you say that is because I’m the one gone long enough for you to miss me, you know,” Kaidan said as he smiled at her. It was one of warmth that looked like he was happy to be home, seeing his family again. Shepard couldn’t help but notice how good it looked on him.

Suddenly, the sound of a dish dropping came from one of the rooms in the house, prompting everyone to turn towards the noise. Shepard had a perfect view, noticing two other women in what looked to be a dining room just past the main foyer. Both of them stood there, staring. That must have been Kaidan’s mother and Libby. All of the Alenkos shared similar features, no denying their relation. Libby was acting flustered for having just dropped the dish as she bent to pick it up. Luckily it didn’t actually break, and they were examining if anything could be salvaged. Shepard couldn’t help but think she seemed a little perturbed, too. That was terrific. She was already making a horrible first impression, causing people to drop dishes.

With the commotion drawing everyone’s attention, Maisie was the last one to finally see Shepard standing there. “Holy shit,” she muttered out. She also had that trademark Alenko black hair, but hers had streaks of bright blue and pink running through it. From what little Shepard knew of her, she could already tell it matched her colourful personality.

All eyes were on Jane now, as she stood there awkwardly, immediately prompting her to look towards Kaidan. “I guess you forgot to tell them I was coming?” she said with a nervous laugh. She was usually the picture of confidence, able to keep her cool, yet somehow having the attention of all of the Alenko women on her was enough to make her anxious.

“Uh,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I told everyone I was using my plus one last night.”

“Yeah, sure, but none of us believed you!” Maisie said, hitting Kaidan in the abdomen with the back of her hand playfully.

“You also left out who it was that you were bringing,” Raiya cut in, sounding much less enthused than her lively sister.

“I didn’t think I had to,” Kaidan said, sounding a bit confused about everyone’s reaction.

“You didn’t think we’d be interested in knowing you were dating Commander Shepard?!” Maisie cut in sharply.

That made both Kaidan and Shepard go wide-eyed at each other, their mouths agape.

“That’s not- I never-” Kaidan said, stumbling over his words.

He was interrupted by the sound of Libby sniffling, and Kaidan’s mother comforting her and bringing her back into the kitchen.

Shepard stared at Kaidan in a way that was begging for help. Somehow, everything that could have gone wrong was going wrong and then some. She had no idea what to do in this situation, and she still had to go to the bathroom.

“Uh, right, Shepard has to use the bathroom,” he said, picking up their bags, and guiding her through the doorway and down the hall, his hand resting on her lower back.

“Aww, how cute! He calls her Shepard,” Maisie squeaked from behind them.

Kaidan dropped the bags by the bathroom door and gently grasped her shoulder to get her attention.

“I am so sorry, Shepard. I have no idea what that was or how they came to that conclusion. All I said is that I was using my plus one, I swear. I’ll go clear this up.”

“It’s okay,” she said. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to reassure Kaidan or herself at that point. It was a simple misunderstanding, but it wouldn’t help her own situation and how she was already feeling about Kaidan.

Kaidan gave her a quick nod before trying to go and smooth things over with his family.

She closed the door behind her. It was made out of thin plywood. The kind that was hollow in the middle, so as she closed it, she could still hear everything that was going on.

“Commander Shepard?! Kaidan, are you kidding me?” It was said with a scolding anger that Shepard wasn’t expecting.

“Libby,” he said, already sounding exasperated. “I told you I was bringing someone.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t say it was Commander Shepard! The whole point of a wedding is to celebrate the people getting married. No one’s going to care about Derek and me with her here!”

Well, that explained the anger then. This was an issue that she hadn’t even considered. When she joined the Alliance, gaining celebrity status wasn’t exactly on the agenda, but she had gained it all the same. It was even one of the reasons she had opted to come with Kaidan instead of staying in one of the refugee camps. Libby’s concerns were warranted, considering how much of a problem her fame had become even before the end of the war. She couldn’t land on the Citadel without being stopped by a reporter or people wanting to talk to her. It was even a bit of a problem at the hospital where she was staying in London, but they at least had security. How could she have not thought of this complication when agreeing to go to a wedding of all things? The last thing she wanted to do was steal Libby’s thunder during her own wedding. This sure had turned into a colossal mess much faster than she expected. That didn’t change the fact that she was already here, though, stuck in this situation for better or worse.

Shepard heard more muffled conversation through the door, so she put her ear flush up against it to hear better.

“Libby, you are so missing the point. When has Kaidan ever brought anyone home? That means they’re serious. How could you not have told me?” 

That was definitely Maisie.

“Guys, I think everyone’s gotten the wrong ide-” Kaidan tried to cut in.

“Yeah, the Savior of the Galaxy, Kaidan? I don’t think any of us were expecting that.” It was Raiya this time.

“Hey, would you be quiet, please? She doesn’t like being called that. I didn’t bring her here to be paraded around. She’s still a real person underneath all of that, you know. It would be nice if you could all treat her like one.”

“Oooh, look at that, already coming to her defense. Kaidan’s got it bad. So just how serious are you two? Is there going to be another Alenko wedding in our future?”

“Guys, you’re all reading way too m-” He said, getting cut off yet again. He certainly came from a family of strong women, all fighting to be heard.

“All right! That’s enough. I swear, the moment all of you get into the same room together, it’s like you all revert back into being a bunch of wild children again,” Kaidan’s mother cut in. “Where have your manners gone? You’re almost all in your thirties for goodness sake. Whether you like it or not, Commander Shepard is a guest in our house, and we will treat her as such,” she scolded. It sounded like it did the trick if the following silence meant anything. “Kaidan, she seems lovely. I look forward to getting to know her better, but now, will everyone help me set the table. Please.” Shepard heard her huff out in exasperation.

That lecture wasn’t effective enough to completely stop the snarky behaviour, but everyone was speaking more quietly. It was harder to hear them through the door now. Shepard took that as reason enough to stop eavesdropping and finally went to relieve herself.

As soon as she was done and washed her hands, she exited the bathroom. She was almost startled by Kaidan pacing right in front of the door.

“Shepard, I think we have a problem.”

“So I heard,” she said, not being able to contain a smile. As much as this had become a stressful situation, the sheer absurdity of it was enough to make her want to laugh.

“Well, I’m glad you find it funny,” he said, her own smile bringing one out in him. “I’m really sorry. I can’t get a word in edgewise. I tried to tell them that we’re not - you know.”

“I heard. I know,” she assured him. She wanted him to know she didn’t harbour any ill will towards him over the confusion. “It was a simple misunderstanding. I’m sure we can smooth things over when they calm down.”

“If they ever calm down,” Kaidan huffed out seriously, as his gaze drifted off in frustration. “I haven’t seen them so determined to believe something before in my life.”

That didn’t bode well.

“I guess the most we can do is just keep emphasising that we’re not actually together,” he said. The words stung more than she expected. “Hopefully, they’ll get the picture eventually.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Shepard said, not sounding very enthusiastic about it, but it was all they had.

“I’m really sorry about the confusion. I really didn’t even think to mention it was you I was bringing. I guess to them, you’re still larger than life. To me, you’re my friend, which is who I said I was bringing. They somehow made up their own narrative about it. I didn’t think it needed to be explained more at the time. In hindsight, I can definitely see where I went wrong,” he said, sounding genuinely apologetic.

“It’s okay, Kaidan. I know you wouldn’t have done something like this on purpose. Don’t worry about it. We stick to the truth enough, I’m sure they’ll follow suit eventually.”

Kaidan nodded, still upset for having caused such a misunderstanding. “Okay,” he said, not sounding entirely convinced with the idea. “I guess we should get back to them. The table’s set, and they’re waiting for us.”

Shepard nodded in agreement, so Kaidan turned to lead them towards the dining room.

When they finally got there, Libby was still scathing. Definitely off on the wrong foot with her, it would seem. Shepard figured she’d have to try extra hard to get on her good side now, already tarnishing something that was supposed to be a special time for her. Kaidan’s mother and Maisie at least greeted her with a friendly smile that helped her feel welcome. Raiya was harder to grasp, not giving up any outward judgments through appearance alone. This was going to be one hell of a week. The silence was so awkward, Shepard just offered a smile to everyone for a moment, before glancing back to Kaidan for help.

“Uh, right. Well, is everyone ready to eat, then?” he asked, looking around the room. “Mom and Libby have been working on a big meal all morning.”

“Oh,” Shepard said, finally looking at the table setting. There was a big roast prepared and plenty of fresh vegetables and potatoes. It looked like quite the feast. “Everything looks amazing. I haven’t had a good, fresh meal in a long time.”

“Oh, well, in that case, let’s dig in, shall we?” Kaidan’s mother said with a big smile, proud of her accomplishments, and happy to see that her hard work would be appreciated by someone. She was the first to sit, taking the head of the table. “No need for manners now, just grab whatever you want,” she said, pointing to the chairs to prompt everyone to follow suit.

Jane looked at Kaidan to follow his direction. She wanted to make sure she wasn’t stealing anyone’s spot or stepping on even more toes. He quickly took notice that she was waiting for his lead, and went to pull out a chair for her.

“Oooh, look at that, Kaidan’s being such a gentleman,” Maisie said as she sat at the foot of the table.

“Yeah, about that,” Kaidan spoke up. “Shepard and I are not together,” he finally managed to get out without being interrupted. It was a relief to both of them.

“Oh come on,” Maisie said with a laugh as she started dishing some food onto her plate. “With the way you’ve been acting? There’s no way that’s true. If you’re just trying to downplay whatever’s going on between the two of you to avoid breaking the regs or something, you should know that your secret’s safe with us.”

Kaidan let out a sigh, and rubbed his forehead, hardly able to believe that this was happening.

“All right. That’s enough, Maisie. Leave them alone.”

Maisie finally listened to that well enough, but something about the whole situation didn’t seem very finalized.

Kaidan quickly acted as though everything was normal and plated some pot roast before passing it on to Shepard, which is when he broke into the conversation again. “We didn’t get to do any actual introductions, so--”

“Wait, no. I think I have a pretty good idea of who everyone must be,” Shepard said as she took a piece of the pot roast before passing the plate. She figured maybe showing a genuine interest in them might put her back on their good side.

“You have to be Maisie. Awesome hair, by the way,” she said with a genuine smile.

“Thank you,” Maisie said with a smile, glancing over to her sisters with an impressed look on her face.

Continuing around the table, “You must be Libby, and uh, I just wanted to say congratulations. This must be such an exciting time for you,” she said, trying to be extra nice.

Libby said a quiet ‘thanks’ as reciprocation, clearly not happy still, but at least trying to maintain pleasantries. Shepard just nodded at that, knowing that things weren’t going to be smoothed over for her unless she was assured that her wedding day could go off smoothly. That was an issue for another time, though.

“Raiya,” she said with a smile. Raiya just nodded, smiling back. Shepard still wasn’t exactly sure how to read her yet, but she supposed it was better than Libby. Shepard glanced at Kaidan for confirmation after that. The look he gave her was even more surprised than when he learned that she remembered all of their names. It was almost as though he hadn’t expected her to pay attention all those times he discussed his family with her. Especially not to have enough detail to have determined who everyone was on her own. She gave him a warm smile as she tried to move on to the last woman in the room.

“Not together, my ass,” Maisie mumbled under her breath in a way that was still audible to everyone else in the room, and Kaidan rolled his eyes.

Shepard wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so after a bit of an awkward pause, she continued. “And that leaves you, Mrs. Alenko. I’m sorry, but I never actually got your first name.”

“That was impressive. We’re a big group to have gotten everyone right. You can call me Ada.”

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet all of you,” Shepard said.

Maisie just stared at Shepard blankly before looking around the table. “Oh, come on! Seriously? They’re clearly together.”

Shepard and Kaidan shared a bit of a concerned look between the two of them. Apparently, her plan to get on everyone’s good side was just making this other issue of theirs worse, and now she regretted it.

“Just ignore her,” Ada interrupted. “What about you, though. Surely the great Commander Shepard must have a first name. It’s surprisingly well hidden from the public. I can’t say that I’ve ever heard it.”

Shepard had to laugh at that. It was somehow surprisingly well-hidden. Not only from the public, but even from people she was close to in her real life. Everyone had always called her Shepard ever since she was young. Likely a side effect of growing up in the military. Come to think of it, the only people that ever really called her Jane was her own mother, and Kaidan. Kaidan had only ever used that name briefly when they were together, though, and quickly reverted back to Shepard ever since.

“I do have one. Shocking, I know. It’s Jane.”

Ada gave her a genuine smile at that. “Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Jane.”

Shepard smiled back at the sincerity of it. She figured it must be strange to meet ‘Commander Shepard’ given her service record and media coverage. Maybe ‘Jane’ would be a little easier to see the person underneath all of that. This was supposed to be shore leave after all—a personal trip with a friend on top of that. If ever there was a time to put her rank aside and be Jane, it was now.

“The feeling is mutual. Kaidan’s told me so much about all of you. It’s nice to finally put faces to the names,” Shepard said.

Ada smiled at that, and everyone took a moment to eat. It took Maisie a second longer than everyone else to start eating as she sat there looking like she was about to burst. She clearly wanted to say more but didn’t want to be yelled at by her mother.

“Well, I hope you’re okay with waiting a bit before you can settle in. Kaidan only told us last night that he’d be bringing someone.”

“Sorry about that,” Shepard cut in. “You can blame that one on me. I was actually only just released from the hospital, so it was on short notice for everyone.”

“Oh no, I didn’t realise you were still recovering. Your injuries must have been quite serious.”

“You could say that,” Shepard said, warily, not really wanting to relive the worst of it right now. “I guess the important part is that I’m doing much better now,” she said, as she glanced over to Kaidan momentarily. She was almost surprised to see a look of genuine gratitude at the statement before she looked back to Ada. “I still need to be doing the exercises they’ve been teaching me in physical therapy, but I’ve been feeling much more like myself over the last month.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear you’re doing better,” she said with a warm smile. “Anyway, I hope you don’t mind sharing a room. With all of the kids back at the house again, we’re at capacity.”

Being a soldier, sleeping in close quarters with someone was hardly an issue. Her only problem with it was remembering what it felt like to wake up in the same room as him earlier that day back in Vancouver. It did nothing but make her feel worse about her current situation and constantly being reminded of her feelings for him. Then again, it was better than being temporarily homeless.

“No, that’s fine. Don’t even worry about it. I’m just thankful for the hospitality.”

Maisie flung her arms out in frustration, before crossing them indignantly, clearly wanting to say something again. Shepard mentally chastised herself for continuously shoving her foot deeper in her mouth.

“If I have anything to say about it, you’re always welcome here, Jane,” Ada said with a cheerful smile, completely ignoring her youngest child. “I’ll have your room ready in a few hours after I get a chance to wash the sheets and everything.”

“Oh, mom, that’s okay. You don’t have to go out of your way or anything. We can set up the room,” Kaidan cut in.

“No, no, don’t be silly. Your time here is so limited, and Jane’s a guest. You should take her around the property after lunch. There’s a lot to see. The apples aren’t quite ready to bloom yet, but the leaves have all come back and are such nice shades of green. The orchard looks so pretty. You should go enjoy yourselves.”

“Are you sure?” Kaidan asked. It almost looked like it pained him to think that he had inconvenienced his mom. Shepard wouldn’t put it past him. The man never liked to feel like he was a burden.

“Of course I’m sure, now quit asking.”

Kaidan nodded at that reluctantly, accepting that his mother wasn’t going to budge on the issue. 

Everyone continued with their lunch, having a passing conversation. Ada’s warm disposition was already making her feel incredibly welcome, so she figured that was at least one good thing out of this whole situation. As for everyone else, it seemed like she’d be keeping herself plenty busy trying to smooth things over.

[endofadream]

aaah i miss you posting in your "my faaace" tag and your ootd posts and you being on tumblr in general. (yes i do follow your instagram and twitter but it somehow doesn't feel the same idk). i guess i just miss The Old Days™. i've been following you on here since 2012 man i had been relying on your ootd tag whenever i needed outfit inspo and go

ah shit i clicked ask accidentally. i was saying i had been relying on your ootd posts for outfit inspiration and going through your face tag and dreaming about our future wedding (not to be creepy lol) for way too long and now i've been missing them

this ask is old and i am so sorry i’m just now getting to this! but oh my god this made me so soft and so nostalgic for the old days. i’ve been having a rough go of it so you have no idea how sweet this message is and how much it means to me 🥺

[tellerford13]

MO ASTOR- CHAPTER 34

We don’t own the bikes, brothers, or any “related” Sons of Anarchy, trust us, if we did we wouldn’t have the time to write. No money is being made from our stories. So, please don’t sue. It’d be a fruitless endeavor indeed. That being said, Harley, Journee, and any other newbies are ours, and we don’t share. :Whispers in creepy voice: “My precious.” The universe This reality is a mix of cannon, and our own ideas. We strive to keep the boys cannon, but since we will be shifting around some of the events, that will reflect in our writing and their personalities as well. It’s our goal to provide you with quality fiction, and solid, fleshed out OFC. We appreciate constructive criticism and love LOVE reviews, they are a writers life blood and definitely help encourage us and inspire us. We will be posting on our Tumblr where we’ll have fun pictures from time to time as well. http://tellerford13.tumblr.com We’ll also be taking requests for one shots, preferences or imagines for all things Sons at our other Tumblr, so check it out and send your thoughts!http://tellerford13oneshots.tumblr.com/ And just for fun, we’ve decided to start a Pinterest for the story! So if you want a glimpse at our girls and see into our world, check it out! https://www.pinterest.com/tellerford/

                                                        A/N: We’re so sorry for the insane delay. Deadlines and back to school for Ford’s kids is to blame. As soon as this posted, she’s diving back into edits, but she hopes you’ll enjoy the newest chapter. Don’t worry we’ve got plenty more to share with you guys and there’s no hiatus coming.

                                            Mo Astor Chapter 34

Lee

“Do you think she realizes this is slave labor?” I ask rotating my wrist as I seal up yet another bag.

“I think she’d counter by calling this family participation. You know the club has to keep up appearances and remind this town how much they need us,” Journee says in an eerie imitation of the reigning queen.

I giggle and shake my head. We’ve been holed up in the living room making toiletry pack after toiletry pack to donate to the church who was running low. They all like to talk about us behind our backs, but when they need something, they have no problem holding their hands out. It’s a delicate balance Gemma never lets them forget about. Without us, this town would have bankrupted a million times over when the hard times hit.

We also keep the small town, small, keeping away big business, unsavories, hardcore drugs, and anything else we deem harmful. That’s real power to create change and community. People miss that when they can’t get past the cuts, bikes, and rap sheets. Working with Charming’s wealthy, I’ve learned just how ruthless, cold, and uncaring they can be. There’s no loyalty. If they catch the faintest whiff of a scandal, they’ll cut and run, turn their backs and shun you.  Yet they think we’re the uncouth monsters.

“What’s sad is I prefer this to being at home.”

“Too quiet isn’t it?” Journee says.

I sigh. “Yes. It's funny what you get used to.”

“I know what you mean. There are no video games coming from any of the rooms and dinner is much smaller than I’ve become accustomed to cooking.”

“Look at Wifey missing her family,” I say with a light laugh.

“Please. Like Ms. We aren’t technically living together isn’t doing the same.”

I smile. “Technicalities are an important thing.”

“Screw your technicalities. He and the majority of his things are in your house. He never sleeps over at the clubhouse, and everyone’s started swinging by your house to find him. Would it be so bad to make things more official?”

“I don’t know.” I sigh and try to explain the overgrown jungle that is my brain. “Maybe I'm afraid I’ll jinx it. We’re doing so good, and with me, nothing great lasts.”

“You can’t think like that, Lee.”

“It’s hard not to. Nothing has ever mattered this much before.”

“That’s exactly why you need to be all in. I know you. You’ve always held part of yourself back.”

“Because if I give it all away, there’ll be nothing left. We’ve seen it time and time again.” I shake my head thinking about the soulless eyed old ladies and broken-hearted Crow chasers who’ve been in and out of the clubhouse over the years.

“You think Jax would ever do that to you?”

“No. Not on purpose.”

“Not ever. He’s no saint. He’ll fuck up eventually, but he’ll do whatever it takes to make it right, and he’ll never stray so far you can’t get over it. You two know each other well enough by now to know where the boundary lines lay.”

“I know you’re right, but the thought of it going wrong makes me sick to my stomach.”

“That’s called love, babe. Real honest to goodness, soul bonded. What we’ve had before was child’s play. We had watered down and in some cases warped and twisted versions of this. It’s why it feels so good, and yet horrifying at the same time.”

I turn to look at her. “You’re scared?”

“All the time. That I won’t be enough. That he’ll get bored, think he made a mistake tying himself down, or not come home. When what you have is worth losing, of course, you worry. It’s not the same as that sinking feeling you get in the pit of your stomach that tells you what you’re doing is wrong.”

“What do I do?” “Make the first move by dropping a hint. He won’t act otherwise. Not when he’s trying so hard to do it the way you need him to.”

“But how?” I whisper.

I shake my head.

“Jax Teller makes my damn head spin.” I take a shaky breath, and she laughs.

“It’s only fair. You’ve been doing the same to him for a long ass time. He was just too stubborn to admit to himself. Now he’s gung ho. A few pointed words and he’ll do all the work for you.”

“I can do dropped hints.”

“After dealing with Gemma, he should be a pro at interpreting them,” Journee mumbles.

The rumble of motorcycles coming makes my stomach flip.

“Speak of the devil,” I say.

We stand, pushing depleted pile of toothpaste, mouth wash, and other hygiene products aside. We exchange a glance before we stand.

“We have just enough time to slip into something more comfortable before they get home,” Journee says.

The giddy feeling that hits me, bubbles up and out my mouth in the form of a giggle. Suddenly were two school girls completely enamored with their men.

“So I’ll see you in a few days after you resurface then,” I say.

“Yes, ma’am.” We hurry out arm in arm. Mom won’t be made we left thing as is. Where the boys are concerned…she gets it.

Twenty minutes later, I’m wearing nothing but one of Jax’s t-shirts when the door opens. I lean against the wall and smirk.

“How’d you know I been dreaming bout this view?” he asks walking in with a brilliant white smile.

“Lucky guess,” I say as I crook my finger and back down the hall. He follows me, a jungle cat, stalking his prey. “I got something for you.” I tease.

“I bet you do.”

I laugh.  “It’s not that.”

I step into the bathroom, and he follows and freezes.  A bath filled to the brim with bubbles and the counters littered with lit candles set the mood. “I owe you for all the teasing we did.”

“Damn straight you do.” He darts forward lifting me off my feet as I squeal.

“I been hard since you sent those pictures. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I knew was under that soap.”

I smirk and run my hands through his damp hair.  He’s already showered. It’s his habit. But this is about comfort and reconnection. “That was the point.”

“You always were too smart for your own good.” He nips my bottom lip, and I cling to him, savoring the hard planes of his body and the scent of leather, man, and smoke. He traces the seam of my lips, and I part them , welcoming his tongue. I reacquaint myself with his taste, tilting my head to sample more as I rock my hips against the bulge in his pants. Suddenly the clothes between us are too much of a barrier.

I tug at his shirt, and we manage to undress each other between heated kisses. He steps into the tub holding out his hand for me. I follow, and we sink down into the heated, soapy water. He groans, resting against me.

“I know what you need,” I whisper as I settle my legs on either side of his body and begin a massage. Being on the road for long hours is harsh on the body no matter who you are. Muscles get stiff, and joints ache. I start at his shoulder blades, and work my way down, working out the knots as I turn him into putty.  

It’s intoxicating, feeling his mass relaxing against me. He’s a strong man capable of great destruction, and yet he yields to me. I kiss his neck as I continue to move lower. His groans have my nipples hard and my core achy. I reach around him to grasp his hard cock, and twist and stroke.

“Fuck, Lee.”

I nip at his neck as I find a steady rhythm. He thrusts up, and I move faster, leaving my mark as I bite down on his flesh and suck. It feels good to be the one in charge. HIs heavy breathing and moans have me on the edge of orgasm. Only he could do this to me. He grunts and his cock twitches. He’s close. A roar breaks free, reverberating through his entire body as he comes. I move my hand and make eye contact as I lick the milky drops from my hand.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he growls.

He wraps his arm around the back of my neck. “Now come here.”

I move from behind him, and he pulls me onto his lap facing him. The intensity of his gaze steals my breath. He’s still hard, and I whimper as he slides me over his length. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he holds his base as I lower myself down onto him. He grips my hips and drives up. I grasp his shoulders and lean back, holding onto his gaze.

“Always been you.” He hisses.

He’s a savage, unmerciful as he pumps inside me, filling me, driving me closer to the edge with each stroke that takes him deeper. I bury my nails in his flesh as the pressure builds. My body trembles and my heart threatens to leap from my chest. The tremors shake my tongue loose as I fly over the edge.

“I love you. Love you, love you.”

“Aaah fuck, Lee.” He explodes inside me, flooding me with his warmth as he buries his face in my neck. “Love you too. So fucking much.”

The words bring something to life inside me. This is like nothing I’ve experienced before. There’s no going back. My heart is no longer my own, and he knows it. His eyes are softer than I’ve ever seen them and in their depths, I swear I glimpse my future. I cup his face, unable to put into words the emotions swimming inside me. He nods his head as if he understands what I can’t say. I wrap my arms and legs around him, burrowing into his neck. This man has always been my safe place. My harbor, an unmovable anchor through every storm that’s blown through my life. I can do nothing other than trust that he’ll remain that center. This man who's never let me down.

“I want to take care of you Lee, but you have to let me. We’re done playing these games. I want to be home with my woman and later with my boy. It’s time we do this right. Ain’t no one else for either of us.” He snickers. “Hell, maybe Ma was right, and there never was. All I know is I’m not letting you go. You’re mine Harley, and this half-life we’re living, pretending it’s not that serious when it is, ain’t working for me.” He shakes his head. “I need you by my side where you belong. We keep going on like this, and I’m going to break some pretty boys neck for not knowing better.”

I snicker thinking of the time he scared the shit out of a client when he picked me up from a meeting, and the client got a little too close. Jax’s death glare had him high fiving me instead of our usual hug goodbye. Peter was harmless, not my type, and completely taken, but Jax didn’t know that.

“I think it’s time you put me out of misery darling.”

“When you’re delivering such a lucrative offer how can I say no?”

“You can’t obviously.”

“I don’t know. What am I getting out of this, Teller?

“A twenty-four hour all access pass to me.”

“Is that supposed to sell me?”

He flashes me an offended look, and I can’t stop my laughter.

“Mean.”  

My face and my belly hurt from laughing by the time I’ve settled down.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

“I’m used to your abusive ways by now.” He sighs, and I shake my head. Why the hell did we wait so long to do this? It’s the best of both worlds. He’s my best friend and the man I love. What could be better than that?

[cadysu]

tell me about your kokuyo gang headcanons pls and thanks

Let us talk about my children the Kokuyo Gang aka Mukuro, Ken, Chikusa, M.M., and the rest but not Chrome because Chrome is a member of the Vongola Family and was kicked out. :^) EDIT: NO FRAN BECAUSE THIS POST GOT TOO LONG GOMEN.  I’m going to do a paragraph or so segment for each character I think with some canon facts mixed into headcanon so have FUN!

Mukuro- Mukuro has a lot of canon info already so this is gonna be on the shorter part. Mukuro is a little shit kjasnd Mukuro enjoys reading of all types- from picking up a magazine to novels. He is also very spiritual- yes his powers have ties to the levels of Hell, but I can see religion and belief systems being topics of interest for him. He’s extremely up to date on politics (less in a “wow politics is interesting” and more as a study of people. He watches to see the corruption, lies, and abuse of power. And let’s make it pretty damn clear that if he had nothing better to do/ there was no effort to it, Mukuro would 10000% be okay murdering those people in cold blood because he can. I feel like a lot of people forget Mukuro is a villain (antihero but still a villain too). On a less serious side of everything though- Mukuro can also be very laid back and playful. He pampers himself (spa day with M.M., glass of wine FRUIT COCKTAIL, video games with the rest of the gang, etc.) As serious and scary as he can come across, he is still a teenager. A teenager that is fully aware of how bad the world can be, but also in a bit of a chuuni-bubble where he feels this one man illusionist wrecking machine can take over everything and his only obstacle atm is the Vongola Family. 

Also Mukuro strikes me as someone who would enjoy David Lynch movies. I mean I’m not projecting my love of Twin Peaks on him, but watching Twin Peaks made me think he’d enjoy it a fair amount. :T Or at least Fire Walk With Me.

Ken- SMELLY BOI. I love Ken. Ken may not be the smartest, but do not call him stupid! He just works things out differently. Ken can pick up on small things that many people miss due to his keen observation skills; his sense of smell, hearing, and vision are all heightened compared to a normal human being. He can almost “sniff” out illusions if they’re not very well done and he is a natural at catching someone in a lie. Ken canonically hates bathing but I can also see him being grubby in general- he doesn’t floss as much as he should or clean his ears, he has dirty nails, runs around barefoot a lot- stuff like that. Ken doesn’t eat his veggies either. He’s like that one tumblr post where Chikusa is the “Do you feel guilty when you dont eat vegetables/ only junk food for awhile and you need healthy food to feel better?” “Idk Kakipi I’ve only had soda and gushers for 3 days and I feel fine” “Ken...no...” That is Ken. Ken has a huge fear of doctors/dental offices in general, but I think one of the biggest things that he’s scared of is anesthesia and needles, even though these things are supposed to help. Seeing tanks of nitrous or the small plastic mask to go over one’s mouth and nose really drive up his anxiety. Only Chikusa and Mukuro can really calm him down and convince him everything will be okay. Even if the doctor is Verde/ someone he has developed a degree of trust, he still cannot control his PTSD. Ken hates wearing suits and he doesn’t really like getting new clothes either- not so much anything against new clothes, he just likes wearing the same smelly shirt 5 days out of the week if he can. Also, not a set in stone headcanon, but I can picture Ken being colorblind.

Chikusa- Chikusa is such an overlooked character aaah- Okay first off- Chikusa is not as smart as Mukuro, but smarter than Ken. He sometimes reads or peaks into the books that Mukuro is reading, and he does try to continue his education however way he can. There actually isn’t a subject he really dislikes, but Ken and M.M. tease him for still doing things like homework or reading the old textbooks they have despite none of them going to school. Chikusa is also one of the only few in the house to do chores: cleaning, cooking, making Ken take a bath, grocery shopping, etc. He can also do small sewing/stitches for mending holes and he learns small skills relatively quickly as long as they aren’t too complex. Despite his extreme loyalty to Mukuro and rarely seen without Ken tagging along, Chikusa is a very independent person. Introverted, but independent. He spends his time at home playing video games and listening to music, and when he needs to leave, he just goes out. Chikusa is a better functioning adult as a teenager than most adults LOL (minus the fact he has no bills to pay). Chikusa tries to save his allowance money but usually gives some to Ken for whatever small reason like a few extra tries in an arcade game, some junk food or comic, etc. He never brings it up or asks for money in return but sometimes sighs with reluctance. If he really doesn’t want to, he’ll say no, but there’s usually a reason (”Ken we need real groceries. I’m not eating gum for dinner.” “I need to replace my headphone cord” “I have a crack in my glasses” etc.) Opposite to Ken, Chikusa tries to have really good hygiene. The only thing that truly bothers him is that he can’t wash his hair as much as he’d like, but he covers it with his hat and possibly dry shampoo from M.M. if desperate.

Chikusa is ambidextrous. :v

ABOUT THE BARCODE- Okay so another person I rp’d with had the headcanon of Chikusa being a twin and the barcode being a way the Estraneo kept track of them, which I thought was fucking genius. Screencaps and manga scans show he didn’t have that tattoo as a kiddo/pre-Mukuro rampage, so technically it isn’t accurate, but it’s a thought nonetheless. I do consider the barcode a tattoo and not drawn on/temporary/birthmark/etc. I still like that idea as an honoring thing. Like if he had a twin who they marked but the twin died during an experiment so when they were out of there he did it as a we-will-never-be-apart thing.M.M. - MY DAUGHTERU. God M.M. is such a good character but people snub her because she’s a “bitch” and a woman (I say that because when Mammon is greedy it is cute but when M.M. is greedy she’s bad. Same with her attitude! If a male shounen character acted that way he’d be like, a princely type. So yeah I think a lot of M.M. hate comes from people who don’t respect women :T) 

ANYWAYS I genuinely love the idea of M.M.’s name/design/background having a small reference to the book series of Madeline. PROBLEM HERE IS I HAVE TWO HEADCANON BACKGROUNDS FOR HER AND I LIKE BOTH SO HERE THEY ARE: I headcanon her real name as Madeline, and the she was sent off to a wealthy all girl’s boarding school as a child. She lost her parents at a very young age and inherited a small fortune, but had nowhere to go. She would stay and live in the boarding school until school was out, and then stay with an estranged relative during the breaks. However, she quickly started staying at “friends” homes instead as her limited family did not look after her or have any interest in her actual well being. THE OTHER VERSION VERY SIMILAR BUT INSTEAD OF BEING WEALTHY SHE WAS VERY POOR AND SENT TO A WEALTHY SCHOOL. The idea of her either being a poor young girl who got a taste of riches and fucking took it or the idea of a young girl who grew up wealthy but was surrounded by people who wanted what she got made her be a lot harder and did a fuck you all I’m M.M. and I get what I want. I love both those ideas and I can see them both working as a background. Both M.M.s’ see how the capitalism really runs the world and the main difference is one just had to work a little more to get rich while the other had less of a struggle but equal amount of determination. M.M. learned quickly that she was rather “pretty” to men and with money, she wouldn’t have to run to anyone or need help from anyone.

To earn money, she started as a small petty thief and moved on to grander schemes quickly. M.M. was a talented shoplifter and would pick up on things she could sell off to the girl’s in school, and then for the big money she knows how to blackmail people and get dirt on anyone. A cheap disposable camera and risky photos can ruin a person’s life. A little bit of alcohol is all it really takes for someone to make a horrible mistake. Also a lot of alcohol can make someone pass out and lose all the money in their wallet. Although she never liked the business, I can see M.M. knowing the fastest cash she could make would be to sell drugs to other girls. A little coke here and there. Think of that post making fun of the group of white boys vs. hipsters with the caption “Who would pay more for weed?” M.M. knows who and knows how to convince them “this is some really rare good stuff that I stole from my parents~ Yknow it’s imported from Amsterdam~” or “Hey I heard you want to lose weight, yknow I know how you can be the thinnest girl in school~” M.M. is resourceful and cunning and she can and will prey on someone’s insecurities for money. M.M. has been arrested and does have a mugshot, but this was in the beginning of her thieving days and she was released later that night. She also may or may not have tried to seduce her guard(s). Also despite her flirting and knowing what she CAN do, she has never gone into sex work. She hasn’t met a man or woman who can afford her. She’s a virgin but she’ll lie about it/ leave it ambiguous just to see what pays more. :T

Now a lot of this all applies to her before she joined the Kokuyo gang. Mukuro had heard about M.M. when seeing her mugshot in a trashy gossip magazine. A young, pretty and precocious teenage girl with a natural talent of stealing? No family really known/ totally independent? Why not try and get her in your growing gang of misfits. She was hesitant at first, but Mukuro, in Verde’s own words, is extremely charismatic. Plus she finds him cute and really saw promise in his plans. She hates Kokuyo Land because of how dirty it is, and actually bothered to have her part of the hideout remodeled for her liking (a nice bed, a vanity in her room, a throw rug over the damaged floorboards, etc.) She managed to turn abandoned and run down into “shabby chic” but she’s hoping she can get it to a more Versailles tier one day. 

Not to bring up Twin Peaks again but after watching it I definitely get Audrey Horne vibes out of M.M.

M.M. has the highest education of the Kokuyo Gang and has actually has a very good understanding of chemistry. Her main passion though is music and she genuinely loves to play her clarinet in her room for fun. 

OTHER CHARACTERS!:

FUN “FACTS”:

M.M. is a Sephora VIB Rouge member and makes fun of people who have to shop at Ulta (except she does shop at Ulta when no one is looking.)

Each member of the Kokuyo Gang has a preferred fighting video game and main. (SIDE NOTE: I don’t play enough fighting games to be familiar with every character’s play styles in all games so these ideas can easily change) Mukuro- Mortal Kombat (I only played MK1 for genesis and MKX which I suck at but I can see him playing Scorpion and beating up Johnny Cage repeatedly), Ken- Tekken and probably mains Kuma (Ken can definitely tap the buttons fast enough for those combos), Chikusa- Street Fighter as Ryu/ he keeps things very classic (But usually he plays whatever Ken wants to play, so I can see him maybe playing a lot of Yoshimitsu),  and M.M. is Soul Calibur as Ivy, who is definitely 100% not overpowered. Also Fran plays Smash bros. and he’s probably a Mewtwo spamming lil shit. Or Metaknight.

Chikusa’s likes to go inside Tower Records and Mandarake stores, but rarely buys anything because of his limited finances.

They didn’t have cable until Verde moved in and would sometimes watch daytime television. Local news, daytime soaps, public tv anime, etc. Sometimes they rent videos for a night at home, or sneak into movie theaters with a little illusion help.

NONE OF THEM HAVE GONE TO A DOCTOR OR DENTIST (except M.M. and Fran when he was at his granny’s) because of their past trauma. When Team Verde was formed, Verde did a health assessment but has been unsuccessful at making any of them see a dentist. Especially Ken- but Ken does take better care of his channels.

i have so much more to type but oh fuck i went on sorry chi jkdsfnaksdfn

[mortallykeenwombat]

The Watson’s and the Beanstalk

My submission for @hiatustory June Challenge: MAGICAL REALISM ELEMENTAL MAGIC

Rating: G, Words: 16,443

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11269320

A simple retelling of Jack and the Beanstalk. It has a bit of a twist, written for H.I.A.T.U.Story over on Tumblr. This story was a bit out of my element, hope you like it anyways. Maybe riddled with mistakes due to my rush to get it submitted in time, I apologize about that in advance.

Rosie knew if her dada ever found out where she had been sneaking off to this summer she’d be in deep trouble. But even worst, if the giant who lived here ever found her out she might never see her dada again. But her young mind thought the risk was worth it. Her new friend was teaching her how to play the violin.

Rosie lay on her stomach as she watched the fire dance along the stone tabletop. It was two small flames, one taller than the other. Her new friend Sherlock had told her he was the taller one naturally and she the smaller. The flames appeared to be doing the Waltz of some sort. The young girl giggled as the flame went out. “Again!”

“How about your lesson now Rosie? You will never be as good as me without practice.”

“But I have a long time before I become a big person.”

Sherlock looked down at the small girl before him she was cute he supposed. He really wasn’t sure. But she had certainly grown on him over the past couple of months. He had begun to become fearful of his master finding the little person and eating her whole. He wasn’t even sure how she had found this place. But since she continued to show up he decided to teach her something useful.

Sitting down in front of the small child he held out a small violin made of ice. He watched as the child hopped excitedly from foot to foot as she reached for the instrument. “Did you forget something?”

Rosie smiled and ran over to a plant where she had hid her bag, out of it she pulled out a pair of gloves and a towel. She draped the towel over her shoulder and pulled on the gloves. She was so excited, she liked Sherlock and their lessons. Running back over she stood in front of Sherlock and held out her hands for the violin. He had told her she was getting much better. She wished she could show her dada.

Sherlock handed the girl the violin and watched as she got her instrument in position and waited for him to start. He wasn’t sure how old she was, just that she was small. She was an exceptional study and he was proud of what he had taught her thus far.

Several hours must have gone by, Sherlock lost track of time so wrapped in the music he was. The little girl's stomach growled loudly alerting him to the fact that they had been at it quite awhile and the little girl hadn’t complained once. Sherlock placed his violin in his case and stood up. “Are you hungry?” This seemed to upset the little girl, she looked out the window her eyes going wide she thrust her violin into Sherlock's hands.

“I have to go! I’ve stayed too long my dada will be so angry!”

Rosie ran to the edge of the table and slid down the rope hanging there just like Sherlock had shown her. Sherlock walked to the edge to watch her go. He always made sure she got out safely. “Rosie!” Came a loud hiss. Sherlock looked around trying to spot the source of the angry sounding voice. He saw the man a moment later as he ran from behind the broom leant by the door. Sherlock was momentarily shocked. The man was unlike any he had ever seen before. He must be Rosie’s father because he could see the small child in him. Snapping out of it he shushed them. It was too close to the time that his master would be waking up. John heard someone shush him but he didn’t heed them he was so relieved to see Rosie was okay. And like every worried parent who suddenly found out their child was safe and sound he was fussing at her. “Rosamund Wilhelmina Watson! You have scared ten years off of me! You know better than to run away while I’m working! And you could have hurt yourself, climbing all the way up this beanstalk! And where are we? You-” THUMP! THUMP! “Quick up here!” Came a loud whisper. Rosie turned and ran back to table climbing quickly back up the rope. John started after her. He couldn’t see who had yelled for them to come up but it didn’t take a genius to figure out somehow he had ended up in the home of a giant. As John was climbing over the side of the tabletop he came face to face with the owner of the voice. He was offering John a hand up. John was frozen to the spot as he looked the men in the eyes. Beautiful, bright blue eyes. “Hurry! I must hide you and your child before he makes it in here!” John took the man’s hand and swung up onto the tabletop, scooping up Rosie and darted after the man. He led them over to a potted plant that was sitting on the table. “In there.” John placed Rosie in the pot and then climbed in after her. He didn’t know what good it would do. The plant wasn’t much of a hiding place. John pulled Rosie in front of him and tried to shield her small body with his, and then something peculiar happened, the man started playing on his violin, a fast jovial beat. The soil in the pot started to open up causing John and Rosie to sink down further. And then the vines of the plants started growing and twisting becoming thicker so thick John couldn’t see out. “What is that racket?” A loud piercing voice boomed, it was the giant. “If you’re going to play something chipper why not Wagner’s Ride of the Valkyries?” “Sorry daddy,” John could hear the disgust and derision in the man’s voice, although he was beating this giant was no relation to the man. “Do I smell a man? A delicious sun-baked man?” “No one is here but me, like always.” “Are you sure? You know how much I like surprises.” “Course I’m sure, why wouldn’t I be sure?” “Very wellllll. I’m off to fetch my own dinner then.” Sherlock bowed his head to his master. “I shall be waiting with baited breath and the kettle on.” “Someone’s feeling sassy today.” Sherlock started playing again, nothing classical simply a piece of music that came to him in that moment. It was low, ominous that was slowly building to a swell. “A bit of music for effect? You are feeling sassy today Sherlock.” After about 15 minutes Sherlock changed the music back to a lively piece, it wasn’t the same piece as before but no less lively. John watched in amazement as the plant untangled itself from the mess it had become when the giant had entered the room. After the plant had cleared enough of the way, John climbed out and reached for his daughter. As soon as Rosie’s feet touched the ground she raced over to Sherlock throwing her arms around his legs. “Thank you, Sherlock!” Sherlock was at a lost for words, he’d never experienced a hug before and such an exuberant one at that. He held his hands out to his sides, the violin dangling dangerously from his thumb and forefinger. John saw the way the man reacted, his eyes going wide at the contact, he mistakenly thought it was because Rosie was filthy and was getting dirt wall over his nice clothing. Gathering Rosie to him he admonished her gently, “Come now Rosie, we mustn’t dirty the nice man’s clothes.” “Oh. Uh- I don’t mind. I- it was just unexpected. I’ve never had a hug before.” John gaped at Sherlock. Seeing the unasked question in the other man’s eyes Sherlock elaborated, “I was raised in this house and the only other people I have ever met were the giant’s meals and your little girl.” John’s heart went out to the stranger, to never know human kindness or love. “Thank you for keeping my Rosie safe. I am assuming this is where she has been running off to when I’m working on the farm. I’m John.” John held out his hand to the other man. When Sherlock took his hand in his he was struck by how soft his hands were. Looking at the man John was overcome with the desire to get to know this man. Sherlock realised he was still holding the man's hand, John, he had said. Sherlock liked the feel of the man’s hand in his own. He’d also liked the huge, but they both gave him different feelings. Clearing his throat Sherlock dropped the man's hand. “I guess you two should be going before my master comes back.” “Yes, I suppose you’re right. Thank you for helping us.”

John descended down the rope first, feeling the weight of the stranger’s eyes on him. Rosie started to descend above him. He’d gone first so in case she fell he could catch her or break her fall, but as he watched her he was struck by how deftly she moved. At the age of 6, she moved with the ease and confidence of someone who had been climbing all their life. That, however, did not stop John from taking the same precautions as they went down the beanstalk.

Sherlock sat nestled into the folds of the potted plant as he strummed absently on his violin. It was a song full of melancholy. It had been several days since John had whisked Rosie away. And Sherlock couldn’t blame him, it was his job to keep Rosie safe. But Sherlock hadn’t anticipated this feeling of loneliness. He missed his lessons with the little girl. “Ooooh whaaaat is wrong with you?! You have been moody and playing awful music for the past couple of days. You would think you were in love. Stop it with the music already, I’m tired of the rain.”

Sherlock stared at the giant wishing he could make his head explode with the power of his thoughts. Shaking his head at the fanciful thinking he sighed and picked up his bow and played something cheerful as his master wished it. “Aaah. Much better. Now that the rain has stopped I have business to tend to. No more of that gloomy woe is me music. I need good weather for the duration of my visit.” Sherlock mimicked the giant silently as he left the house. And just because he couldn’t help himself he played out a quick sharp tune and thunder sounded in the distance. From somewhere below he heard “Sheeeeeerlock!” A warning from the giant. Sherlock smiled. It made him feel better to test the giant on occasion.

Sherlock had dozed off at some point and the sound of running feet woke him up. Looking over the edge of the pot he saw Rosie running towards him with her arms outstretched. “Sherlock! Sherlock!” Something inside him tightened at the sight of the little girl obviously happy to see him. Acting on pure instinct he jumped down and scooped the small girl into his arms. “Rosie! I’m so happy to see you!” Opening his eyes he saw John walking towards him with a gentle smile on his face. Sherlock felt something else inside him tighten something low and he felt like field mice were running in circles in his stomach. Letting Rosie go he addressed John, “You allowed her to come back, thank you.” John blushed under the intensity of Sherlock’s blue gaze. “You’re all Rosie has talked about, you and her lessons.” After a brief awkward silence John thought to add, “We would’ve come sooner but with the heavy rain I didn’t think it wise.” “Oh. Sorry bout that.” “Sorry? Why would you apologise for the weather?” John smiled at Sherlock, he looked so embarrassed. “Had it occurred to me I would have stopped the rain sooner.” “Sorry I still don’t understand. How could you stop the rain?” Sherlock looked at John, head cocked to the side, clearly confused. “The same way other people do.” John shook his head the man must be mad after all. “What lessons was Rosie yammering on about?” “Violin lessons.” “She’s much too young for lessons. What if she breaks it?” “Nonsense. She is doing a fine job of it. And if she breaks it, I’ll make her another one.” Again John shook his head. Yup, the man was mad, beautiful but mad. His thoughts gave him pause. When had he decided the man was beautiful? Shrugging it off he turned to Rosie, “Well, madam, let me hear it.” Rosie looked to Sherlock. “Oh. I didn’t know you were coming and the other one melted. I’ll have to make you a new one.” Sherlock started for the far side of the table. “You said it took you hours last time.” “You’re right. You can use mine as I start on your new one.” Sherlock ruffled her blonde curls before he retrieved his violin and passed it on to her.

John watched with pride as his little girl held took the violin with confidence. Sherlock helped her adjust the bigger violin. And then Rosie was playing. Really playing, none of that sawing at the strings that he had witnessed in other players. She went off key a couple of times but it was beautiful nonetheless. He turned to thank Sherlock but saw the man was off little ways gathering water from a small teapot. He saw that the pot had a human sized hand crank that allowed him to fill a human-sized bucket with water. John rushed over and took the bucket from Sherlock who smiled his appreciation. John followed Sherlock over to the same potted plant that he and Rosie had hidden in before. There Sherlock held his hand over the pot and closed his eyes. John was so focused on the classical lines of Sherlock’s face he missed the hair thin vines that wrapped themselves around Sherlock’s forearm. When Sherlock started to move again John fell into step, they stopped in front of Rosie who was studiously practising with her eyes closed. Her little face scrunched up in concentration.

“You can sit the bucket down here, thank you.” John did as told and sat down beside it, half facing Rosie and half facing Sherlock. He was curious what the man was up to. As if reading his mind his daughter answered him. “He’s getting ready to make my violin!” John looked up at Rosie prepared to say something but stopped when he saw the way she was looking at Sherlock. There were so much trust and love in her eyes he couldn’t break her heart by telling her that it wasn't possible for Sherlock to make a violin out of a bucket of water. John’s eyes got big when he turned and looked at Sherlock. He had both hands over the bucket, but it was what was in the bucket that had caught John’s eye. In the bucket the water was suspended in the middle, touching none of the sides and it roughly held the shape of a small violin. The water was slowly taking shape and this baffled John for many different reasons. He could still see ripples flowing through the water so how can it look like it was solidifying? And then there was the matter of how it was suspended in the bucket; how it was being moulded; and how it appeared that Sherlock was the culprit.

Sherlock dared a look in John’s direction, he looked confused and slightly scared. He checked back on his creation and then looked up to Rosie, she was still playing the song he taught her. She was a remarkable study. He gave her a smile of encouragement. John saw the smile Sherlock offered Rosie and his heart constricted. This man loved his little girl. How long had Rosie been coming up here? “How long has Rosie been sneaking up here?” “All Summer long. We’re just about to Fall right?” John nodded yes. “So, yes several months now. She is a bright young pupil, but how did you not know she was sneaking off?” John continued to watch Sherlock and what he was doing inside the bucket, it was fascinating. “Well, unfortunately, I am a single father, her mother died shortly after she was born. And I am a farmer by profession. It’s hard work. The ground has been unforgiving as of late and hasn’t produced much. While I am out working the fields Rosie is supposed to be inside not up here learning the violin.” “If I might be so bold, I am glad she snuck away, it has been a delight to get to know her. Also, why don’t you just get Rosie to help you?” “Working the ground is hard work, no place for a little girl.” “Maybe so, but Rosie can make the plants grow and not only cut your time in half but help it to be more fruitful.” John was just about to call the man mad to his face when he thought about the night he’d found Rosie up here, the plant had grown around them. And then there was also what he was witnessing Sherlock doing with the water, no one should be able to control water or even the earth. “How are you doing that?” Sherlock looked up, it had started to occur to him that John was unable to do what he could. And maybe, just maybe no one down there could. Except for little Rosie, but she was just beginning. This would explain why the giant hoarded him and wouldn’t let him leave, he was the only one who could do this. He suspected that Rosie could too, just a gut feeling. “Um, well, I have always been able to control the elements. I had thought all people could. Until I met you.” “Okay, but how?” “I just think what I want the water to do and it does it.” “And that’s what you did with the plant?” “Yes.” “Fascinating.” John watched as the violin took shape beneath Sherlock’s obviously skilled hands. “Tell me more.”

The next couple of hours flew by with Sherlock explaining how he worked with the elements. John was fascinated with the whole process and ability. When Sherlock finally finished the violin Rosie had eaten a sandwich that John had brought along with them and she was sleeping soundly in his lap. John marvelled at the ice violin. It looked like it had been carved from glass or even diamond. “That is beautiful Sherlock. You are truly gifted.” Sherlock blushed at the compliment, he never got compliments from the giant, unless they were backhanded compliments that were actually meant to insult. “How did you become a slave to the giant?” “Moriarty. He doesn’t allow me to use his name. I am only allowed to call him daddy or your highness. He is obviously neither. But he told me my mother gave me to him to spare her own life. I took her place as his servant.” “He seems pretty nice.” “He is wretched. It’s true that he doesn’t bother me directly and he leaves my area to me, but I have witnessed the things he does to his food before eating them. And he has a nasty penchant for getting rid of anything I become attached to, be it an animal or object. This is why I took great care in keeping Rosie-” THUMP! THUMP! Sherlock jumped to his feet, running to the end of the table he motioned for John to follow him. John ran after Sherlock cradling a confused Rosie. “You are going to have to stay in my room for the night. There is no way you’ll get past him tonight. I’m sorry.” John started down the rope first and Rosie right behind him and then Sherlock. The sound of the giant’s footfalls was getting closer. Sherlock was afraid they wouldn't make it. On the ground Sherlock took lead. They would have to run across the open floor of the kitchen and if the giant happened upon them in that moment there would be no hiding. “You see that plant right across the room? There is a whole behind it, that is where I sleep. You will have to run as fast as you can.” Sherlock looked down at Rosie and ruffled her hair. “You can run fast right?” Her eyes were already big with fear. “I’ll carry her. It’ll be faster.” Sherlock gave John one long look and then he took off. With every THUMP from the giant John and Sherlock had to fight to keep their balance. Just as John was sitting Rosie down to help Sherlock move the plant the door opened. “Sherlock, daddy’s home.” John shoved Rosie through the small hole, they hadn’t moved the plant enough for him to squeeze through yet. Sherlock motioned for John to go ahead and he started back towards the table by a different route, a route that would take the giant's attention from the corner where John and Rosie were hiding.

John used all his strength to push the pot out enough so he could squeeze through. He worked the ground every day and he knew he was pretty strong, Sherlock looked slim and slowly in comparison, how on earth did he move the pot by himself? John slipped through the hole and was immediately thrown off balance by Rosie hugging him. He motioned for her to stay quiet. Taking her hand he stepped further into the room away from the hole and the threat of the giant. John turned in a circle, awed and slightly in shock. There were pictures of Sherlock, pictures of John and pictures of Sherlock and John with Rosie in the middle. They were all drawn by Rosie and covered almost every wall. There were other pictures of course, some of flowers some of plants, even one of fire. All drawn by his Rosie. It shocked John that Sherlock would keep them all, he didn’t seem the type to be sentimental.

John stood in the middle of the room waiting to see if Sherlock would be along. After about 15 minutes he took Rosie over to the makeshift bed and placed her on the end. He didn’t want her to take up too much of Sherlock’s bed. The bed was about the size a full sized bed but I looked to be made of some kind of spongy plant. There was cloth on it that was serving as sheets. It was clean and dry, he couldn't ask for anything more for his daughter.

Roughly two hours after sending John and Rosie to safety, Sherlock stumbled wearily into his living quarters fully expecting both John and Rosie to be asleep. What he found instead was the small girl curled up asleep and her father sitting at the foot of the bed as if waiting for something. Sherlock wondered what it would be like to go to bed with someone. To have that person wait up for him just so they could fall asleep together. “Is everything all right?” John nodded his head, “I was waiting for you. Is everything okay with you? We didn’t cause you any trouble did we?” “No, none that I'm not used to.” Sherlock stood there awkwardly looking down at John and his bed. John noticed and jumped up. “Please, lay down. Get some rest you look extremely tired.” Sherlock just stood there looking at him. “You don’t have to worry about me, I’ll sleep on the floor.” “No! You are a guest, there is room enough for all of us. Please, I insist.” John smiled, “Okay. Thank you, for everything.” “Course.” John climbed on the bed and laid on his side facing Rosie. He felt the bed dip down as Sherlock got in the bed beside him. His pulse quickened and he had a desire to turn and face the other man, wrap his arms around his middle and look into his eyes. John shook his head what on earth had gotten into him? The men lay in silence for several strained minutes. Finally, John turned to face Sherlock before he could think himself out of it. “What are we laying on?” “Fungi.” “Mushrooms don’t grow this big.” Sherlock smiled. “They do with help.” He was laying on his back and wanted to turn and look at John as they spoke. He was very tired but wanted to stay up and talk. He had never had another adult human to speak to. Let alone an attractive one. “You said earlier I should have Rosie help me grow food on the farm.” “Yes.” “You think she can do what you do?” “At one point I thought everyone could but I still believe she can. Even if it isn’t a common skill.” John reached out and placed a hand on Sherlock's arm. “Why?” Sherlock turned to face the other man, “Because of the beanstalk. It wasn’t there. It had been destroyed when I was a little boy. I told the giant I couldn’t make another beanstalk grow this tall to try and keep him from going down and taking more people. And then one day Rosie walks in while the giant was out and she has returned every day for the past couple of months. When I asked her how she got here she said the plant rope. I got rid of the beanstalk several times, but once the giant saw it I couldn’t get rid of it without him becoming suspicious.”

The two men were quiet for several minutes, Sherlock’s eyes drifting close. John thought he was asleep until he blurted out sleepily,”What happened to Rosie’s mother?” “She, um, she left.” Sherlock’s eyes snapped open. “Left? What do you mean left?” Sherlock regretted asking the question when he saw the anger and pain in John’s eyes. He just could fathom a mother leaving her child, especially one as precious as Rosie. And John. Why would she leave a man like him? Sherlock didn’t know much about him but he could see he was a good man. Provided for his daughter, a hard worker and kind. Attractive, compassionate. John spoke snapping Sherlock out of his thoughts. “After Rosie was born, and she was well enough, she packed up her things and left. She said she didn’t want her life to be reduced to that of a farmer's wife, and a mother. She wanted more out of life and Rosie and I wasn't it. I told Rosie she passed to save her the pain of knowing her mother didn't want her. Mary was not a kind woman.” Without thinking, or rather only thinking of comforting John Sherlock reached out a hand, resting it on the side of John’s face. His fingertips burrowed shallowly in John’s short blonde hair while his thumb lightly caressed his cheek. “I am so sorry John. She was a fool. If she couldn’t see how special you and Rosie are it is her lost and I hope she lives long enough to realise the error of her ways.” John was slightly taken aback by Sherlock’s actions and words, it touched him that a man who had just only met him and had only known Rosie for a brief few months would care enough to try and comfort him. He covered Sherlock’s hand with his own. “Thank you, Sherlock. I-” “Could you say my name again? Please.” “Um, Sherlock?” “Once more.” John relaxed a bit when Sherlock closed his eyes. This was odd. Lying in the bed with another man, said man caressing his face while John, in turn, caressed his hand and said his name. “Sherlock.” “Mmm. Thank you. I have never heard my name sound so- I don’t know. The words escape me, I’m so tired.” “Then sleep, Sherlock.” “But I want to stay up and talk. I may never get this opportunity again.” Sherlock’s words were mumbled low but John just made them out. “I will be here in the morning and we can talk more than, go to sleep.” John lay awake for a while longer staring at the man before him. He held Sherlock’s hand between them on the sheets. He was beautiful. Like this he looked so at peace and just beautiful. It was hard for John to think of any other words to describe this man. Having just met him he was sure there were things about him that he would not like, but the core of this man was beautiful. He put others before him rather he realised it or not. He had taken Rosie under his wing and kept her safe like a surrogate dad. He had risked himself to keep them safe when it would have been so much easier to let the giant have them. John’s heart bled for Sherlock, a man who had never known a simple kindness but offered it without expectations. The man so unaccustomed to kindness and friendship and hugs that he not only craved it, it scared him. But he faced his fears and asked what he wanted, said what he wanted. He was like a child in ways. When Sherlock had asked him to say his name it nearly broke his heart, knowing the reason for it had to be because he’d never heard his name spoken by someone who wanted nothing from him. Who didn’t hurt him. There was Rosie of course, but John knew first hand that children were in a different category than adults, then people you considered your peers. John wished he and Sherlock could have stayed awake talking too. It had been a long time since he had any adult conversation. John finally closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off to sleep.

Sherlock woke up an hour or so later cocooned in warmth. It took him several long moments to remember he had guests and it was the arms of one guest that held him tightly. It was nice; it made Sherlock feel safe, warm and cared for. He relaxed into John’s embrace, with his head tucked under John’s chin he wrapped his one free arm around John’s middle, his hand resting on Rosie’s arm he went back to sleep.

John woke up like he did every morning gradually, slowly becoming awake and mentally listing the things he needed to take care of on the farm. As he was mentally going through his list he became aware of the fact that he was holding someone. A full grown male someone. John then remembered he and Rosie had come back to visit Sherlock and had gotten stuck here overnight because the giant had returned. It was obviously Sherlock he held to his chest, which meant that had to be Rosie curled up against his back. John sighed. This felt good. It had been too long since he held someone while he slept, to feel their body fit along his. John stiffened. He just realised he had woken in his usual state. Hard. This was so wrong. He had his daughter curled up against his back and held a completely unsuspecting man in front of him, whom John realised he still hadn’t released. He shouldn't have a hard on while in the bed with his baby girl. And without consent from Sherlock. Sure he was only holding the man, and John recognised the fact that he didn’t want to let him go just yet. But needed to. If Sherlock woke up and found John in a state of arousal he could feel, offended or even violated. John started to lift his arm from around Sherlock, slowly, not wanting to wake the man up. But Sherlock snuggled in closer to him, rubbing his face against his chest, and bring his leg up between his two. This action brought the men even closer together and in a more intimate way. John’s erection was pressed firmly against Sherlock’s hip. And when Sherlock gave a soft moan in his sleep he felt himself jerk with interest. Mentally he berated his body. How in the hell was he going to explain this to Sherlock when he woke up? “Sorry mate, I just wake up aroused sometimes. Didn’t mean to grope you while I was at it.” John tried one more time to disengage from Sherlock’s grasp, the man only held on tighter. Well, since he was stuck he might as well sleep in and enjoy the comfort.

This time when Sherlock woke up he remembered where he was and with whom. He then immediately realised the intimate position they were now in. Sherlock had apparently latched on to John in his sleep bringing parts of their anatomy close. Sherlock could feel John’s manhood resting snugly against his hip. He swallowed against the dry lump that formed in his throat. Steeling himself for whatever he saw in John’s face he looked up at the blonde man. “Sorry about this,” he whispered. John smiled down at Sherlock, the man was obviously embarrassed but made no motion to move from John’s embrace. “No worries Sherlock. I don’t mind. We all need comfort from time to time.” Sherlock continued to stare up at John in amazement. He knew enough about the world to know John was being very gracious and seemed to be one of a kind. Acting before he lost his nerve. Sherlock moved quickly pressing his lips to John’s. He wanted to tell the other man thank you for his kindness, and he’d be lying if he didn’t admit he was also curious about kissing, what was the fuss about? But this was Sherlock’s first kiss and he had no clue if he was doing it right. Wasn’t John suppose go kiss him back? John didn’t move he was too shocked by the action. He hadn’t expected Sherlock to kiss him. Hugging and cuddling were quite different than kissing and snogging. Sherlock pulled away in a hurry, not making eye contact and trying to untangle himself from John. “I’m so sorry, I thought- I just wanted to thank you for being so kind to me.” John realised with a start that Sherlock thought he was mad about the kiss. It was just a kiss he supposed. “Sherlock, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. People usually say thank you though.” Sherlock still made his retreat. He felt he’d made a fool of himself. “Hey, it’s okay truly.” When Sherlock still didn’t speak, John thought it best to just treat it like it didn’t happen. “Where is your loo?” Sherlock turned and looked at John quickly and then pointed to the corner. There was a small curtained off section, John assumed this served as the bathroom. When he came out Sherlock wasn’t in sight and Rosie was sitting up on the bed rubbing her eyes. “Dada, I need to use the loo.” “Right over there Rosie.”

John sat on the bed waiting for Sherlock to return. Rosie was sitting next to him and they were discussing the terms of her continued lessons when Sherlock came back in. “The giant is asleep still. I wish I could offer you breakfast before you go, but I know you need to leave before he awakens.” John noticed Sherlock still wouldn’t meet his eyes and he appeared sad at their leaving. Rosie ran over to him hugging him again. “Don’t be sad. We’ll be back, Dada said.” Sherlock looked up from Rosie to John, looking for the truth in his eyes. John smiled and approached Sherlock placing one hand on the side of his face. “It’s true. But we need to figure out a schedule so we don’t get caught unawares again.” “You would really return?” “Course. Rosie loves her lessons.” Sherlock smiled tentatively, he wanted nothing more than to pull John into a hug, and even though John was touching him in a familiar way he didn’t want to scare him off. “Moriarty doesn’t let me out or leave the house at all. The only way I can think to send you any sort of signal letting you know the coast is clear is with the weather. But Moriarty is wicked smart, he is sure to catch on.” “True. You can't very well make it thunder twice once he leaves every day. Maybe we should limit our meetings down to once a week.” “No!” Both Rosie and Sherlock cried. “Okaaay. What does he do when he leaves here?” “I don’t know. Wreak havoc on nearby unsuspecting towns. Nothing close because he wouldn’t want the town's people coming after him. But I honestly feel like he is searching for something or someone.” “How about for today you do two cracks of thunder 13 seconds apart when it’s safe. And we will make up the signal each day that way there is no pattern.” Sherlock grinned. “Agreed. You’re coming back today?” “It’s a new day isn’t it?” Sherlock tapped little Rosie on the shoulder so she would let go of his leg, once done he made his way out of his room to check again that the giant was still sleeping, he hardly ever snored but it sure would have been helpful to Sherlock. He walked his guest to the door. “Wait 30 minutes after I do the signal just to be sure that he doesn’t turn back around after hearing the thunder.” John nodded, taking Rosie’s hand they made their way to the beanstalk and home just beyond.

The rest of the summer passed in much the same manner, John and Rosie coming up daily to visit Sherlock unless the giant didn’t leave for the day. John told Sherlock stories about his childhood and everyday life down where they lived and Sherlock continued to teach Rosie how to play the violin, he’d also made her one out of wood now so she had a much more rich and mature sound. Sherlock had also been teaching Rosie how to use her magic to control the elements. It turned out he had been correct and Rosie could control them, barely, but the potential was there. Sometimes the two of them slept over and on those nights Sherlock and John talked through the night. Adult to adult. They covered every subject their joint minds could think of, confiding in one another about secrets and fears. The two men had become very close and it was not uncommon for one or the other to wake up and find they had fallen asleep in the other’s arms. John chose not to study their budding relationship too closely, it was new and scary all on it’s own but once you factored in the fact that he had never had a same-sex relationship and Sherlock had never had any relationship, well then it just hit nightmare proportions. John enjoyed the intimacy of their relationship, having someone he could talk to and confide in, but he was taking it one day at a time.

They were now well on their way into the fall season, and the dropping temperatures were presenting problems not previously foreseen. “Sherlock, have you ever been out of this house? Ever visited down below?” “No, never even crossed my mind before, for what reason would I have wanted to visit?” John looked over to Rosie who was colouring down on the floor. “Just asking.” Sherlock gave him a knowing look and replied, “You never ask something simply for the sake of asking, what’s on your mind, John?” Sherlock placed a finger under John’s chin making him look at him. Gently John moved out of Sherlock’s grasp and looked away. How could he put this without making too big a deal out of it but at the same time not making light of the situation? Scratching his ear, something he often did when nervous or lying John looked at Sherlock finally. “Winter is upon us. Well, not yet, I know. But cold weather and icy conditions are. I- I can’t-” Sherlock scooted closer to Sherlock on the bed’s edge where they sat, their thighs brushing, knees bumping, Sherlock placed a comforting hand on John’s forearm. “What is it John? Just say it.” Looking Sherlock in the eyes he blurted out what he hadn’t wanted to say, what he had been putting off for weeks. “I can’t allow Rosie to make the climb up here in this type of weather, it’s too dangerous. And I can’t very well leave her down there by herself. We are going to have to stop visiting until after the winter thaw.” Sherlock could hear the regret in John’s voice, furthermore, he heard what he hadn’t said. He would miss him. John would miss Sherlock enough to contemplate visiting Sherlock without endangering Rosie. But in the end, John was a father and a good one at that so he couldn’t leave his young daughter alone while he was off- off what?” Sherlock had read enough books to know that they were at an impasse. They were friends with not so platonic interest in one another. Sherlock suspected it was not only new for him but also for John. John who had married and had a child with a woman. They were at the point in their relationship where you either crossed that line and became more than just friends or you built a wall to keep you just as friends. Sherlock got that funny feeling in his stomach every time John walked through the door. His heart clenched every time Rosie ran up and gave him a hug. He had never had friends or family or anyone before them but how was he supposed to go back to not having anyone after just becoming accustomed to having them? It was a question he wished he didn’t have to answer.

There was a tap on his shoulder and he looked up, Rosie was standing there and she was looking at both he and John. He had grown to know the little tyke as well and she was up to something. She had that gleam in her eye, the one she always had before trying something nefarious. Maybe nefarious was too strong a word but he knew his little Rosie was about to drop a bomb. His little Rosie? Who was he kidding? He cared for the little girl, probably even long before he realised she was a package deal with the man sitting beside him. He looked at John who was looking at Rosie with a quiet despair. He seemed oblivious to what was about to happen. Sherlock straightened up and looked little Rosie in the eye. How bad could it be? She was but a kid after all.

John looked at Rosie, he hadn’t yet told her they wouldn’t be able to visit for a while. He had been putting that off as well. Rosie smiled at him, that should have warned him, his little girl smiling and looking at him out of a face so similar to Mary’s. “Dada, can Sherlock come live with us? That way he could be my second dada, I could call him papa and we wouldn’t have to visit when it was cold and we could all be a family. Together. At home.” John felt like the floor had fallen from beneath him. His little girl couldn’t know what she asked. He looked to Sherlock to gauge the man’s reaction. Sherlock’s mouth was pinched closed in a thin line, but there was a hint of a smile there as he looked at Rosie, but John also thought he saw a sadness in the man’s eyes. “You little minx,” Sherlock said grabbing Rosie and tickling her before settling her on his knee. “As much as I would like to come stay with you and John I can’t just leave. The giant would come looking for me and that would put everyone in danger down where you live. It would put you in danger.” John watched as Ross’s lip trembled and her eyes filled with tears. She turned and wrapped one arm around his neck and the other around Sherlock's. “But winter is a long time and I won’t see you in forever and what if you forget about me and dada, and dada marries somebody else and then I can’t come back and visit.” Taking a deep breath before plunging on Rosie continued, “And who will teach me the violin and how to control the weather and I will have only one dada who loves me instead of two.” Sherlock looked at John over Rosie’s head. He had never had to deal with a panicked child, his eyes were big with fear of saying the wrong thing and making matters worst. “Rosie, Rosie. There, there love. I could never forget you, or your dada. Winter isn’t a very long time, especially not long enough for your dada to forget about me and marry someone else who won’t let you come visit and let me teach you. Don’t cry little bee.” Sherlock pulled her into a hug and rocked her gently until her tears subsided.

Over Rosie’s head, John mouthed the words thank you. She needed reassurance from Sherlock, not him. But her words haunted him “...and dada marries somebody else…” Sherlock’s words jogged him out of his introspection. “I will always love you, Rosie, no matter where you are or where I am. Love doesn’t stop because you aren’t with the person you love. Stop crying now. I will talk to your dada and the giant. If I find a way to come, I will come. Rain or none. Snowfall or sunshine. Okay?” Sherlock tipped little Rosie’s face up so he could look her in the eyes. Her young eyes held his, seeming to look into his soul and weigh it. Whatever she saw must have satisfied her because she gave him a watery smile and held up her tiny pinky. Sherlock smiled back and wrapped his finger around hers, silently agreeing to be held to his promise.

John watched Rosie walk back to her drawing with a smile on her face. He looked at Sherlock and his own tears threatened. This man was amazing. He treated his daughter as if she was his own. And John noticed he treated him as if he hung the moon. John wanted to chalk it up to the fact Sherlock hadn’t known anyone else, but he wouldn’t cheapen this. The feelings were mutual, deny it if they must but John could not would not ignore the small spurt of panic he had when Rosie suggested they might never see Sherlock again. He cared for this man, and the thought of being a proper family, the three of them filled him with a lightness of spirit and joy. But was it even possible?

Sherlock watched John. He was deep in thought. They needed to discuss this, he’d told Rosie they would, he would always keep his promise. “John.” “Hmm?” “If there was a way, a way to get away from the giant for food without causing mass hysteria when he came looking for me, would you mind terribly if I came to stay with you and Rosie?” “Are you mad?” Sherlock's face fell. How stupid could he be to think John- “Course you can!” Sherlock looked up sharply, “Really? I’ll help on the farm and teach Rosie and pull my weight, I promise!” “Do you think the giant would really come looking for you if you just left?” “Yes.” After a bit of silence, Sherlock spoke again. “John, I know kids can be fanciful if I do find a way to come live with you two I don’t expect or won’t hold you to Rosie expectations of us being a family. You are her father and if you remarry that...well, the woman you marry will be her mother then. I love Rosie and want only the best for her.” John wanted to ask, “What about me? Do you love me too?”, but he didn’t dare. Instead, he said. “Okay. Thank you.” Sherlock felt crushed. He had hoped John would be like no, we are already a family or I want us to be a real family or even I don’t want to remarry, I want you. He shouldn’t have allowed his hopes to get up because of a small child's words. Her words were her own and didn’t reflect the thinking of anyone but herself.” “Sherlock, will you really discuss this with the giant? Is there no other way? Maybe get rid of the beanstalk as you said you had done in the past?” “I have to try. It would be better to part with the giant on good terms than to try and trick him or run away.” “I suppose you’re right.” John stood up, they needed to be going, the days were shorter and a snowstorm was expected tonight.” John pulled Sherlock into a hug, “We must go. I’ll miss you, be careful. Please.” John held on a little longer than deemed necessary but he would miss Sherlock and the easy intimacy they had. They talked and argued like they had known each other for years. John didn’t want to leave. Part of him wanted to throw caution to the wind and not even return home to try and stay here with Sherlock instead. But, he had responsibilities back home. Finally letting Sherlock go he called Rosie over to say goodbye. Sherlock knelt so he could get a proper hug from Rosie. And when she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck and whispered loudly, “Bye Papa Sherlock.” he almost lost it, shedding his cool facade. This little girl had come to mean the world to him. He knew he would easily give his slide to protect hers if it was ever needed. “Bye my little busy bee.” His voice caught on the words and he had to turn his face away quickly when he stood up. Taking Rosie’s hand he walked them to the door. As Rosie started for the beanstalk Sherlock spoke without looking at John, if I do not find a way to be with you two, I will look for you on Spring's first thaw. Go and be careful on the way down.” Sherlock turned and walked away before any more words could be spoken. He made his way quickly to his room. Once inside he picked up a book and threw it as hard as he could across the room. He tossed books and papers alike from his makeshift desk onto the floor. He felt lost. No, he felt like he had just lost everything. Sliding to the floor, all his rage spent Sherlock began to cry. Why hadn’t he just told John he loved him? That he would move Heaven and Hell to be with them. Instead, he allowed them to just walk away from him. Sherlock cried until he felt like he had no tears left. What had he done? Jumping up he ran from his room intending to follow behind John and Rosie but was stopped by the sight of the giant sitting at the table. Sherlock com to yes on to the door and leant against the frame, his back to the giant. “Why have you never allowed me to accompany you down below?” The giant had been eating, and Sherlock was grateful it was simply a salad and not a person, he didn’t think he could stomach that at the moment. Wiping his mouth the giant replied, “That’s no place for such a gentle person such as you. Why would you want to go down there? It’s far too boring and ordinary.” Sherlock sighed dramatically. “Despite the fact that you make me called you daddy, I am no child and I grow lonely up here. I would like to meet some possibly a companion, marry even.” “Marry? Perhaps you are reading too much fantasy. I should bring you more non-fiction selections. I am your companion, and you need not marry.” Whirling around, now feeling angry again Sherlock yelled up at the giant, “Why do you even keep me here? I am no use to you just a cheap parlour trick. Let me go and make my way in the world, I beseech you.” “Have you been crying, Sherlock? Perhaps I have kept you rather secluded. But I do need you, you are the only being I know that can control the weather.” Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Hardly. I’m really only good in the summer and spring times. I don’t control the weather actually, I control the moisture in the air. I can call down the rain or stop it entirely but I can not control the temperature. Like now! It has started to snow. Sure I can stop the snow momentarily but it will still be cold. I’m just a cheap trick!” He ranted. “Sherlock, you help me pass unseen with the morning fog, you keep people indoors with torrential downpours. You help grow crops for my salads. You make me ice for my drinks in the summer. You are beneficial.” “But why? Why can you go out exploring, meeting people and live your life while I am forced to stay behind, both literally and figuratively?” “Oh don’t be so dramatic Sherlock. I keep you safe. I keep you fed. And I bring you back supplies all the time to keep you entertained and so you have items your size. I treat you well for you to be my slave.” “You’re right. I mustn’t forget I am but your indentured slave, here to only do your bidding. There is nothing to keep me from throwing myself from this land and greeting the ground like an old friend.” The giant stood up, dressed impeccably as always, he scooped Sherlock up. “You have forced my hand Sherlock, I haven’t used your cage in years but now I fear for your safety.” The giant Moriarty took Sherlock to a cage that hung from a hook near tHe kitchen window. He tossed Sherlock inside and locked the cage. I will bring you some blankets in a moment. But you will stay in there until I think you are no longer a threat.”

Down below John was pacing his bedroom wrestling with his feelings. Why hadn’t he just made Sherlock come with them? Why didn’t he stay? Why did it matter if they were just friends, winter wasn’t that long. John sat down heavily on the edge of his bed. Only several hours had passed and the snow was falling hard. Part of John wondered if Sherlock was making it snow harder simply so he didn’t have to come down or to keep John from coming up. If this was how it was now he couldn’t imagine how his sanity would hold up in the months to come. As he sat there a tear escaped and marched its way down his face. A small hand reached up and wiped it away. John looked down at his daughter, he hadn’t even noticed that she had come into the room. “Don’t worry dada, Sherlock loves us. And he promised, pinky promised.” When John didn’t respond Rosie looked at him with her head cocked to the side and a frown creasing her brow. “You love Sherlock don’t you dada?” John was taken aback by her question. He hadn’t allowed himself to dwell on the implications of Sherlock’s words of comfort to Rosie. Or how they made him feel. He could admit that all of the emotional exchanges left him with a “what if” feeling. Looking at Rosie he admitted out loud and to himself for the first time, “Yeah princess, I love him.” Rosie smiled at him, hugged him quickly and ran off to finish her dinner.

Bloody hell, he loved Sherlock. He. Loved. Sherlock. The man made him laugh, made him want to choke him, made John inescapably happy. And he couldn’t, didn’t want to imagine life without Sherlock in it. He was like the glue that kept him and Rosie together. He and his daughter faired well before but Sherlock forced them to slow down and appreciate one another, take joy in the small things and to always learn something new. John stood up and started pacing in the small bedroom. After a while his pacing brought him to the window, it was snowing so hard he couldn’t see anything but a blanket of snow. He couldn’t go out in this weather. John was surprised to realise he had been contemplating going back up that beanstalk and dragging Sherlock down here. He hadn’t imagined the longing in Sherlock’s eyes, had he? Seen what he wanted to see?

Sherlock paced inside the small confines of his cage. He was furious, but he knew better than to let on to the nature of his thoughts. It had only been a couple of days since he was shoved in here and he had to convince Moriarty that he understood what he did and why. But the moment he was let out and an opportunity presented itself he would make a run for the beanstalk. It had been allowed to grow and take root and taking the beanstalk down would not be easy. In fact climbing down the beanstalk wouldn’t be easy and quite it would be downright treacherous. The beanstalk would be hard and frozen, the usual flexibility of the plant gone. Sherlock could control the wind and water, thus allowing him to create a storm. He could even stop one. Ice and snow weren't beyond his skill in making, but he could not stop a snow storm. He suspected that he could but it would take time because he would have to warm the very air before he could even hope to stop the snow. Maybe with the help of Rosie, he could warm the plant enough to climb down it, but how would he get word to her? He watched the snowfall thoughts window. No, he needed a plan that didn’t involve the small girl. It was freezing outside and she would need to get very close to the plant, maybe even delve her fingers in the ground. He wondered how John and Rosie were doing? John...he missed him terribly. He missed their talks once Rosie was asleep, he missed falling asleep together on the nights they slept over. He even missed the petty arguments they had. Sherlock had once read the book The Alchemist and there was a part when the main character was learning from an alchemist of the desert and that Alchemist had told the main character to get to know his heart, to always listen to it that way his heart could not betray him. And ever since he’d read that Sherlock made sure to listen to his heart so he couldn’t be caught unawares, so he was more than aware of the fact that he loved John, that he was in love with John. It had taken him a while to recognise this with Rosie because he had never experienced love, but once identifying it he was able to anticipate and identify it again with John but he also noticed the differences between his love for Rosie and for John. There were far more similarities than differences, but it was the differences that told him he was in love with John. The biggest and most alarming of these differences was the simple fact that the prospect of not seeing Rosie again made him very sad, but the thought of not seeing John again terrified him. It was a feeling that made him want to spring into action to ensure that he saw John again. Love. It was also a bit scary because what if John only loved him in the sense that Sherlock loved Rosie? He just knew it would destroy him. The thought made his heart stop and blood run cold. “But what about the kiss?” his mind questioned. There was that, he had kissed John and there were no adverse reactions. Maybe John thought of love in the same way as Fatima from The Alchemist, that it is enough to be loved no reason is needed. Sherlock had read a great many books, everything from romance to non-fiction and every book seemed to view love and relationships in a very different way. John would have taken his instruction on love from any of these books or any mother that Sherlock hadn’t read yet. Sitting down to think this over further, he had plenty of time to kill, Sherlock thought of all the things that made him believe John did love him. He continued to visit despite the danger to him; John often told him how brilliant he was; John tried to understand him, and he touched Sherlock kindly and often. Maybe John wasn’t accustomed to listening to his heart and wasn’t aware, but Sherlock was sure he loved him, just not sure in which way.

John was going stir crazy like he had predicted. 2 weeks! 2 weeks was all that had passed and the many more weeks to go. Rosie was faring better than he, in fact, she often gave him words of encouragement. Apparently, a pinkie promise was all she needed to keep her sane and hope up in seeing Sherlock. He should take a page from his daughter’s book. “Dada.” John jumped completely engrossed in his thoughts. “Yes, baby?” “It’s finally stopped snowing again. If it doesn’t snow again Papa Sherlock might be able to come down.” Rosie had taken to calling Sherlock, Papa Sherlock, John had tried to dissuade her from doing it but she was persistent. “That’s great Rosie, but the beanstalk is still frozen and the ground is covered in snow and ice.” “Can we send him a message telling him we miss him and can’t wait until he’s here?” John smiled at his little girl. “Of course we can but how will we get it to him?” “Fly it on the wind to him.” “Like a paper plane?” Rosie nodded her head enthusiastically and began hopping up and down. “Okay. We mustn’t put his name in case the giant gets it, then Sherlock can deny he knows us.” Rosie squealed and ran off to do her note. John walked over to his writing desk and sat down, he figured he could do the same thing. But when John picked up his pen to write the words wouldn’t come, his mind and heart kept screaming “I love you!”. John’s hand shook with the need to write it and confess it. So he did it. I love you. But John wasn’t sure what to say after that? Part of him wanted to tell Sherlock if he didn’t love him too it was fine. But it wasn’t fine, it was just something people said. John balled up the paper and threw it in the wastebasket. Taking out another piece of paper he started again. Hand poised over the sheet he tried again to think what to say, he wanted to be eloquent in his words like Sherlock often was. He started to write. I love you. Come home. John stared at what he wrote. It wasn’t eloquent. It was straight to the point. But his body insisted on telling Sherlock that he loved him so he left it. He went in search of Rosie so he could make their letters into paper aeroplanes. He found her in her bedroom on the floor with her crayons spread out around her. She had drawn a picture of the three of them, Rosie in the middle as always, and she placed a heart in between each person. It was sunny in the picture, their house drew in the background and they all had huge smiles. “Are you done, Rosie?” Rosie hopped up passing her picture to her dada. “Yes! I need to put on warm clothes, all the clothes so I can fly it up to Papa Sherlock. But you will have to hold me on your shoulders so I’m higher up.” John smiled at his little girl, “Yes Rosie, I will put you up on my shoulders.” He folded his letter and Rosie’s drawing into the shape of a paper aeroplane, put it kept unfolding. John reached out and plucked a hair pin from Rosie’s head and fastened it to the plane. “It’ll make the plane a little heavier but I trust you can do it.” Rosie squealed in delight and started running around picking up her crayons. John took warm clothes out for her along with a hat, gloves and scarf. “Alright princess, get dressed, I’m going to go put my warm clothes on too.”

John nervously got dressed. He was about to admit to Sherlock that he loved him. The man was so bloody brilliant, John was sure Sherlock already knew. Maybe Rosie wouldn’t be able to get the letter to him and John wouldn’t have to worry about Sherlock reaction. John found Rosie waiting patiently by the front door; he inhaled down and tightened her scarf about her neck and face and made sure her hat was snug. Even though she had her snow boots on he had no intentions of letting Rosie trek through the snow, the drifts were too high and her clothes would get wet quickly and she’d catch a cold. “Come along Rosie, climb on my back and we’ll go deliver the mail to Sherlock. Rosie giggled as she climbed aboard and then the duo were off.

Sherlock was fuming. The giant had left roughly an hour ago stating today was the first good day of weather and he wasn’t going to waste it inside with a moping Sherlock. Moriarty had even taken his silverware from breakfast. He didn’t trust him to try and break out. Which Sherlock guess he couldn’t really blame the giant because that was exactly what he had intended on doing except he had nothing to try and pick the lock with. Sherlock had even tried forming a pike out of ice but it was too thin and fragile to pick the lock and he couldn’t use it to lift the door off its hinges because it was enchanted with some sort of magic that made the cage seamless look as if it had been made from a single piece of metal. Sherlock was just sitting down on the floor of the cage feeling defeated when he saw what looked like a paper aeroplane land beside the door. It took him fifteen minutes of considerable concentration and sheer willpower to use the wind to get it over to him. It was no easy feat. Sitting down again heavily Sherlock opened the aeroplane, absently stashing the hairpin in his pocket. The first thing he saw was a beautiful picture that Rosie must’ve drawn of John, herself and him. They looked so happy. Next he looked at the second paper fully expecting it to be another picture from Rosie, instead, it was a brief, no-nonsense letter, no more like a note rather, from John. I love you. Come home. It was very like John, cutting through all the niceties and getting straight to the heart of the matter. It was one reason Sherlock felt they were so well suited for one another. John’s ability to cut to the chase also allowed him to fill in all the blanks that Sherlock often left in his stories and explanations. And if John didn’t understand, well then he would say so. John loved him and thought of Sherlock’s home as being with him and Rosie. That just solved it for him, he had to get out of here. Preferably right now while the giant was out. But how? Sherlock smiled and stuck his hand in his pocket. The hair pin! John was so clever. He folded the two pieces of paper carefully and placed them in his pocket. He would have like to retrieve the other pictures Rosie had drawn for him and their violins, but he suspected his time was limited and he would need to leave it all behind. Just as Sherlock was standing up to attempt his break out the giant walked through the door grinning. “Sherrrrrrlock! How nice of you to stand and greet daddy as he comes home. You’re in a better mood. Why?” the giant Moriarty asked suspiciously. “Oh, no reason really. While you were away a little blue bird flew inside and I realised I am going to die here. Possibly in this cage even.” “Don’t be so morose Sherlock. Why would such an awful thought like that make you happy?” “Not happy, I think you’ve finally broken me. I have reconciled myself to my situation.” “Oooooh stooooop being soooo dramatic Sherlock.” Sherlock watched in silence as the giant went in his room. He sighed. Who knew when his next chance would come. And what if John thought he didn’t want to live with him and Rosie? He had to get out of here.

Another week passed and John had all but given up on Sherlock. At first, he tried telling himself that John simply hadn’t gotten their plane, either the wind took it further away or the giant had intercepted it. But his heart was heavy and he just couldn’t believe that anymore. It hadn’t snowed anymore until today. The air was still cold so the snow hadn’t melted but there was no blinding snowfall. He’d come to a realisation in this past week, there was no question about it, he was in love with Sherlock. It was late, well past midnight and Rosie was already in bed, her spirit remained unbroken, her faith in Sherlock held steadfast. John wished he had Rosie’s optimism, but John knew people often let you down. He needed some air it was late but he felt trapped. Grabbing his thick winter coat John head outside. After several deep lungfuls of the crisp winter air, John felt better. He started walking, he felt drawn to the beanstalk, it was behind his farm and in the woods. It was a cold night and snow was falling slowly. Reaching into his pockets he pulled out his gloves, they were fur lined and extremely warm. Halfway to the beanstalk John stopped, there was a figure slowly making its way towards him. The person’s head was tucked in against their chest and John was sure the person hadn’t even seen him yet. As the person got closer John could tell it was a man and he had no coat on. Rushing over to the figure John’s heart stopped. It was Sherlock, he was shivering and in the light of the moon his skin, what he could see of it looked blue. John hurriedly stripped out of his coat and threw it over Sherlock’s shoulders, trying to coax his arm into the sleeves. But Sherlock was locked inside his own mind, probably trying to keep his mind off the freezing temperatures. “Sherlock,” John said quietly, his voice coming out hoarse. Clearing his throat he spoke louder, “Sherlock! Sherlock, we need to get you warmed up and inside. Sherlock, can you hear me?” Sherlock gave no indication that he did hear John. John looked around them they weren't too far from the house, and he was strong from the years working the farm.

John scooped Sherlock up in his arms and made for the house, moving as quickly as he could through the woods and in the dark. The cold was starting to make itself known to John. It was quickly nipping away at his adrenaline-fueled warmth. John was worried. How long had Sherlock been out here, wondering around in the dark, freezing? He could have hypothermia, frostbite or have just caught the death of him.

Several minutes later he was laying Sherlock down on his bed. Promptly removing his wet clothes. Sherlock still hadn’t come back to himself. John pulled the blankets over Sherlock’s still shivering form and went to fetch more. He piled 3 more of his warmest blankets atop the man. John stood for a moment watching Sherlock. The love that swelled in his heart left no room for debate, he was definitely in love with this brilliant, talented, reclusive and stubborn man. Smiling at the sheer thought that Sherlock was here with them John went to fetch some hot tea and broth so that when Sherlock snapped out of his reprieve he could get hot liquids in him. When John returned Sherlock still had a bluish tint to his skin, pulling back the covers he began massaging his fingers, hands and arms. After doing both arms he pulled the covers back up and repeated the action on his toes, feet and legs; he needed to help the circulation of blood through his body. John stripped off his clothes, body heat would be best in this situation he had read somewhere before. Climbing in behind him, John pulled Sherlock’s body flush against his own. He was freezing. After several minutes Sherlock’s shaking was less severe and his body relaxed against John’s just a little. Rosie walked in. Her little eyes lit up when she saw him. “I knew he’d come tonight!” “Yes baby, but right now Sherlock isn’t feeling well, he’s sick from being in the cold.” Rosie scrunched up her face in thought and then without warning stuck her hand under the cover and placed it over Sherlock's heart. Warmth spread from her hand to his body. Slowly John could see Sherlock colour improving. “Rose, what are you doing?” “Making Papa Sherlock warm again.” John smiled at his princess, she was the most perfect child that ever was.

“Rosie Bee?” Sherlock must be dreaming, he was looking into the smiling face of his little Rosie Bumble Bee. He was sure he had passed out somewhere in the snow, his body shutting down to try to preserve its energy. But Rosie’s excited squeal assaulted his ears still and left him wondering if maybe he had made it to John's home. Or maybe he had died and this was his heaven, because now that he was focusing he felt the distinct feeling of John holding him from behind. But...they appeared to be nude. Dream or afterlife aside his chest was burning where Rosie's hand rested. “Rose, could you remove your hand now bee?” Rosie did as requested. “Rosie, step out of the room for a moment and pull the door closed with you please.” Again Rosie did as requested without a single argument or hesitation. John placed a quick kiss on the back of Sherlock's neck before even realised what he was doing climbing out of the bed he pulled his pants back on before going to Sherlock again. “Here, let me help you up, we need to get some tea and broth in you, it’ll help warm you up.” Sherlock allowed himself to be helped up into a sitting position. John was careful to tuck the blankets in around his waist and placed another around his shoulders. “You and Rosie already did a fine job of that.” As John was pulling away Sherlock placed a shaky hand on his forearm stalling him. “You look horrible John, are you okay?” Rosie burst into the room again jumping up on the side of the bed John had vacated. “Dada hasn’t been eating. Sometimes he doesn’t sleep. He goes out walking at night. But now that you’re here Papa Sherlock he’ll get better. You have to drink your soup to get better too.” John smiled at Rosie. “She’s right Sherlock, you need to drink this.” John sat on the side of The bed holding the bowl of broth. It was just warm enough like he would do for Rosie. Sherlock held out his shaking hands for the bowl. “Let me help you love.” John's eyes snapped quickly to Sherlock’s realising what he had just said. Sherlock smiled briefly, “Okay.” He allowed John to cover his hands around the bowl as he brought it up to his lips. They were chapped from the cold and the warm broth stung a little, but the cup felt great in his hands. Sherlock managed to drink all of the broth with John’s help. As he started drinking the tea he noticed Rosie had fallen asleep curled up against his side. John saw Sherlock looking down at Rosie. It was clear that Sherlock loved his child. “Sherlock,” “Hmm?” “Do you mind if Rosie drops Sherlock when she addresses you?” Sherlock swung his head around to meet John's eyes. “Really?” John smiled broadly, there was no mistaken the hope and love in that simple word. Yup, Rosie was their little girl. Regardless of any romantic feelings between them. “Yes.” “By all means, she can call me...Papa.” Sherlock smiled. The love he had for that little girl and the thought of being her papa made a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the warmth the blankets or liquids that John was giving him. “How did I get here John?” I was out walking and found you stumbling about in the snow. I carried you here. And why the hell wasn't you dressed properly? You could’ve died out there, Sherlock!” Sherlock averted his eyes. He was ashamed of his rash decision, “I had to leave quickly. The giant locked me in a cage after he returned. And your and Rosie’s letter with the hairpin enabled me to escape but I had to wait for him to leave again. I know it was stupid and a risk but-” Sherlock looked up staring defiantly into John’s eyes, “I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” John smiled at Sherlock. Oh, he had no doubt he would too. “Why did he lock you up?” “Because I asked him about leaving. He said he didn’t trust me not to run away. Smart of you with the hairpin.” “Yeah, no, actually I only put it there to keep the papers together.” “And Rosie flew it up?” “Yup I put her on my shoulders and she did that thing that the two of you can do.” Sherlock relaxed against the headboard allowing his hand to remain on John’s forearm, stroking slowly with his thumb. “Unfortunately I will need our little Rosie’s help taking the beanstalk down. If we don’t the giant will come looking for me.” Sherlock was quiet for several minutes looking around the room. “This is your room. Your bed.” “Yes.” “Thank you, John. For- Why were you out in the dreadful snow?” “Couldn’t sleep.” “Why not?” John watched as Sherlock’s eyes fluttered closed. “I was thinking about you. Rosie. Us.” “I love you too John.” Sherlock’s words were quiet, whispered. John noticed the hand holding the tea was going lax. He took the cup before it could spill all over the blankets. “I'm going to put Rosie back in her bed. I’ll be back.” After John tucked Rosie back in her beds he cleaned up the dishes from Sherlock.

Back in the bedroom John turned all the lights off and climbed into the bed pulling Sherlock in against his chest.

John was sure he’d had only a couple hours of sleep when he felt Sherlock stirring next to him. “Are you all right?” he mumbled. “Yes and no. I’ve never been happier but I’m afraid my rashness has put everyone in danger. The giant will come looking for me. When I left he had just fallen asleep. I’m not sure how much time passed as I made my way down the beanstalk and fumbling through the snow. We need to get the beanstalk down before he wakes up.” “How? I have an axe and a long saw but beanstalk is as thick as a tree, it would take hours to cut through. Not to mention it is frozen through and through.” “I took the beanstalk down several times before, each in a different way. The easiest by far was when heated the plant from the inside out. Basically rotting it on the inside and-” “Destroying its foundation. That’s brilliant.” The sleepy quality of John's voice was fading and Sherlock couldn’t help himself. Blindly he reached out and ran his fingers over John’s lips. “I like the way you sound when you first wake up.” “You don’t sound too bad yourself, and I have always like the way you looked when you woke up, curls all stuck to your head on one side and wild on the other. My hands always itched to run through them, to try and take them.” “By all means,” Sherlock said breathlessly. John ran his fingers through Sherlock's hair lightly, hesitantly. When he felt more than heard Sherlock's sigh as he carded his hand through the curls more surely. Sherlock was in heaven. He leant forward kissing John, but his mark was off a bit in the mark. He ended up kissing John on the nose instead. John simply guided his face down to meet his in a gentle kiss. Sherlock sighed again. John wanted to deepen the kiss but they had work to do. He pulled away slowly smiling in the dark. “So do you think you can rot the beanstalk from the inside out again?” “It will take time because it is frozen. I should start now. And when Rosie wakes up she should help me.” “I can provide you with warm clothes, but what will we do about your feet?” “I am not worried about that John, I am only worried about keeping you and Rosie safe. And any other people around here.” “Lucky for us there aren’t any other families close by. And as honourable as your intentions are, we must do something about your feet. If we don’t you won’t last an hour.” “Fine. But we must get moving. Do you have any old fur or leather? Some cording maybe.” John smiled. He felt like an idiot why hadn’t he thought about that. Jumping up from the bed he fished out of the room.

Sherlock sat up in the bed. He didn’t know if he could do this but he had to try. He ran a hand through his hair roughly. He needed help. He turned the light back on and waited for John to return. John came back with a huge blanket made of fur. And some shears. Sherlock watched as John set to work. He cut off a portion of the blanket and placed Sherlock’s foot on it. He measured out the right amount of fur for each foot and cut some cording he brought back as well. “When Mary was pregnant with Rosie, she had insisted on a blanket made of fur from a bear. She swore it was the warmest fur in these parts. Took me forever to save up for one. But at least it comes in handy now.” John got up and found some clothes he thought might work for Sherlock. They were too big for him and not long enough but the handmade boots would help to offset the length. He gave Sherlock his warmest coat, hat and gloves. “I can't wear the gloves, John. I need to physically touch the beanstalk.” “Oh yeah. But you can wear them on the walk over.”

John quickly dressed and gathered a couple of things in a bag. Grabbing a chair on the way out the door he motioned for Sherlock to follow him. “I’m going to get you set up at the beanstalk and come back with Rosie and some warm drink.” “John, don’t wake her.” “This needs to be done and I can’t help. It’ll be daylight in a couple hours.” Sherlock said nothing. He stared at John for a few heartbeats and then leant forward pressing a quick kiss to his lips. When he pulled away he was staring at John’s lips and smiling. “Let’s go.”

John travelled in silence, leading the way to the beanstalk. He marvelled at how easily and comfortably Sherlock transitioned from friend to lover. John was still trying to wrap his mind around it. But he guess it would be easier for Sherlock, he never second-guessed himself and he hadn’t grown up with the societal norms being pressed upon him. “John.” John turned and looked at Sherlock, he was beautiful with the moonlight dancing across his face. He smiled at the other man. “Did I do something wrong, when I kissed you?” “What? No, no. Why do you ask?” “You’ve been quiet.” “Oh. Sorry bout that. Just reflecting.” Sherlock gave a small strained smile. John continued to the beanstalk with Sherlock close behind. When they reached the beanstalk John set to work. He sat the chair down he had brought along with a bundle of kindling he grabbed out front of his house. Sherlock sat in the chair and watched as John cleared a patch of earth and set the kindling down. “Can you light it?” Sherlock obliged happily. Afterwards, he took off his gloves, placed his hands on the base of the beanstalk and began concentrating. John stood up and draped what remained of the fur blanket over Sherlock’s shoulders mindful of the fire next to him. He placed a quick kiss to the top of Sherlock's head, “I’ll be back.”

Sherlock was unsure of how much time had passed but when John returned he had Rosie on his back and was carrying more supplies in both hands. John set about putting up a tent around Sherlock and Rosie. He had scooted Rosie's chair closer to the beanstalk and had her wrapped in an alarming amount of blankets, you could barely see the child. After everything was set up around them to ensure a more comfortable endeavour John passed Sherlock a mug. “What is it?” “Coffee with a bit of whisky in it, it’ll help warm you up.” Sherlock took an obligatory sip and then passed it back. He had no time for drinking he needed to take the beanstalk down. John stalked back and forth anxious as Sherlock and Rosie worked before him. Rosie was in good spirits humming. While Sherlock’s face was screwed up in concentration. They had about an hour and a half left of the night, and after that who knew how long they had before the giant awoke and found his prized Sherlock gone. “Sherlock, one thing I don’t understand,” “Just one?” “Ha ha very funny. You said you have been with the giant as long as you can remember. And you said anything you noticed a beanstalk you got rid of it.” “Yes.” “So what use were you to a giant who could come down here? Your ability to control the elements didn’t matter.” “You’re so clever John.” “I am?” “Course you are when you put your mind to the task. Once this beanstalk sprouted my abilities were very useful. But prior to that, my task was two-fold. The giant wanted me to try and grow a beanstalk. And- I was the only person able to coax Molly to sing which in turn coaxed Greg to lay eggs.” “And the giant likes eggs?” John’s tone was incredulous. “He liked these eggs, they were made of pure gold.” John’s made a silent ‘Oh’ look. “And well I had to bring them with me or Molly would have woke him and told him where I went.” “So where are they?” I stashed them as soon as I came down.” “Out here in the cold?” “I could barely feel my fingers let alone hold on to sack with them.” Sherlock looked around, “There, you see that bush directly in front of me? Walk over to it and walk 10 paces into the wood and you should find them.” John shook his head and went searching for Sherlock’s bag. He followed the directions but found no bag, then he thought about the fact that Sherlock had longer legs and therefore his strides would be longer. John took 4 more steps and looked around, there pushed under a prickle bush. That had been smart of Sherlock, who ever tried getting the sack would get their hands all scratched up if they weren’t careful. John was careful and he had on his thick gloves, his hands were protected but the bush tore at the sack. When John finally got it free he was slightly out of breath. Not even bothering to look in the sack he gently picked it up and carried it back to the beanstalk. The bag was heavy and when he got close to the fire he sat the bag down and opened it. Inside was a small golden harp with the shape of a woman on it, and a small goose with some material tied around its beak. “Hi, John. I’m Molly.” The harp introduced herself. John almost back peddled into the fire. He hadn’t expected a talking harp. Looking over to the goose, John asked, “Does it talk too?” “Don’t be will John, it’s a bird.” Rosie giggled. John gaped at Sherlock. Don’t be silly? Did he not see all the nearly impossible things already happening? Swallowing down his annoyance. John was amused to see Sherlock had taken the time to insulate the bag, which helped to protect the occupants not only from the cold weather but the horns from the prickle bush. Sherlock hadn’t dressed accordingly but he had made sure the harp and goose would be okay. John packed the two back in the bag the way Sherlock had done, making sure they were completely covered. John walked over to Sherlock, topped his face up and kissed him. Taking the time to savour the kiss. He pressed his lips more firmly against Sherlock’s, he didn’t taste the man before him because he didn’t want to risk causing Sherlock's lips to chap any more than they already were. When he pulled away Sherlock’s eyes had gone soft and had a slightly unfocused look to them. “I wish I could help John said looking back to the beanstalk and then over to his daughter. “What was that for?” Sherlock asked staring at John’s back. John turned back to look at Sherlock, “For being you.” Sherlock accepted the answer even if it confused him a little. He went back to focusing his energy on the beanstalk and nearly jumped out of his seat when he felt John settle into the space behind him on the chair, his strong thighs cradling his. John felt Sherlock jump, maybe he was moving too fast, maybe he needed to take a step back. Sherlock leant back against John’s chest relaxing, feeling the heat from his body even through the many layers of their clothes and the blanket John had wrapped around them. They sat like that until the sun started to rise, streaks of orange and pink racing across the sky. John couldn’t help birthing how perfect this moment was, despite the circumstances that called for them to bed there. John got up and poured Rosie some still hot tea from a thermos and helped her drink it so her hands could remain on the beanstalk. He could see in the early morning light this was taking a toll on her and he might need to stop her from helping. John looked over to Sherlock and saw the same strain on his face. They couldn’t do this, maybe They should stop and try to reason with the giant if he ever came down. John placed a hand on the beanstalk, it was hot to the touch, even through his gloves. Maybe they would finish in time. John crossed to Sherlock picking up his mug and tossing the cold contents. He refilled his mug with the coffee cocktail and helped him drink so, making sure he drank more than last time. “You alright over their little bee?” Sherlock questioned. “Yes, Papa Sherlock.” “Just papa princess.” John corrected, the smile evident in his voice. The small girl whispered to herself, “Papa. I have two papas.” John heard her due to his close proximity. He fussed over her making sure every inch of her was covered except for the pair of fingerless gloves she was wearing. She appeared to be as warm as could be. “How much longer do you think?” “I can't be sure but I would. Say another two hours for sure.” John was nervous. The giant was big, it wouldn’t take him that long to descend the beanstalk. And his little girl was right here at ground zero. John touched the beanstalk again. It was hotter to the touch now and it felt soft, pliable. Maybe they would finish before the giant woke up.

After another 45 minutes or John stood up again, first checking on Rosie and then going to the pile of supplies he brought with him. He pulled free a cross saw and stand between Rosie and Sherlock he began to saw at beanstalk. There would have been more room had he stood on the other side of the stalk but he wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on their hands. The beanstalk gave an ominous wobble with his first movements. He looked over to Sherlock, he didn’t like what he saw there, Sherlock was red in the face but around his eyes was drawn and hallowed. So instead of asking Sherlock if it was okay to keep cutting he just did. They needed to finish this now. “AAAARRRGGGGHHH!!! SHERRRRLOCK!” came the bellow from the giant up above them. “WHERE ARE YOU? WHEN I FIND YOU I WILL GRIND YOUR BONES TO BUTTER MY BREAD!” Rosie whimpered in fear. John used his words to try and console her, he couldn’t spare the time to actually hug. The beanstalk needed to come down now. This statement was accentuated by the distinct tremor of the beanstalk as the giant took hold of the beanstalk to descend. “WHAT’VE YOU DONE SHERLOCK? THE BEANSTALK IS HOT AND FEELS WEAK!” John was terrified. “Rosie, quick, your blankets and hide in the bushes.” Turning to address Sherlock John saw not only the strain the situation was putting on Sherlock but also the determination, so instead of telling Sherlock to go hide as well, he put as much force and speed behind him as he sawed at the beanstalk. The beanstalk felt gooey to the touch and it covered the saw with a fine sheen of juice like slime. “John the beanstalk won’t hold his weight much longer we need to move.” “Take the harp and goose over to the bushes along with the blanket you have to hide further in the woods and I will be along. A couple more strokes and I will be halfway through the stalk and it will definitely crash.” Sherlock hurriedly moved the bag with Molly and Greg to the trees where Rosie was hiding. “Do you know how to get home from here?” Rosie nodded with big eyes. “Course you do. Take this bag and run straight home, don’t stop no matter what you hear, understand?” Rosie nodded her understanding and threw her arms around Sherlock before grabbing the bag and taking off. Sherlock ran back over to where John was and grabbed more of their supplies taking them out of sight. And just as he was reaching for the chairs there was a booming yell as the giant came sliding down the stalk. Apparently, the giant lost his grip on the slippery beanstalk falling. John tossed the saw away as he turned catching Sherlock around the middle throwing him over his shoulder, running to the trees for cover. “Cover your face so the branches don’t scratch you!” When John felt he was far enough away he stopped, and a moment later the ground shook with the impact of the giant hitting the ground. John set Sherlock on his feet. Looking around, “You sent Rosie home didn’t you?” “Yes.” “Thank you. Stay here.” John started back towards the beanstalk and giant. John had gotten close enough that he could see the giant lying on the ground holding his head and moaning. Luckily John was still hidden from sight. The giant was hurt, blood was trickling from a wound on the back of his massive head. Sherlock sidled up next to John, not saying anything he pointed up. John looked to where Sherlock pointed. The beanstalk was wavering precariously. “Do you think-” There was a loud groan before the men saw the beanstalk start to fall. John didn’t think they had anything to worry about, he was sure they were out of the beanstalk’s projectory, the giant, on the other hand, was not. John watched as the realisation of the danger the giant was in washed over the giants face. He continued to watch as the beanstalk made a loud wet sound as it fell on the giant smashing him into the ground. John turned to look at Sherlock who was gripping his arm tightly, his eyes were closed tightly against the sight. John gently disengaged from Sherlock’s grip and took his hand. “Come on, let's go home and check on our little girl.”

Several weeks later John was sitting in his favourite chair in their sitting room when a high pitch squeal rent the air followed by hysterical giggling. John smiled. Sherlock must be tickling Rosie again. Smiling he got up to investigate. “All right you two, what’s going on in here?” John opened the door and was surprised to see Sherlock wasn’t tickling Rosie, she was simply sitting on their bed and Sherlock was sitting cross-legged in front of her. “Dada! Did you know Papa and I have the same name?” John looked at Sherlock amused, “What is she on about? I’m pretty sure her name isn’t Sherlock and it’s not even a girls name.” Sherlock smiled at John. He had never told him his full name because it had never come up. “My full name is, William Sherlock Scott Holmes.” John smiled realising his baby girl was right. “Rosamund Wilhelmina Watson,” Rosie said after Sherlock still grinning. “Wilhelmina is the fem-femin-feminine form of William.” The young child stumbled over the unfamiliar word. “So it is.” “Everyone will think I have my papa's name. Like yours, Watson.” John looked at a smug Sherlock, “How about I give Sherlock my name as well?” The smug smile dropped from Sherlock’s face, shocked to complete silence. Little Rosie’s squeals filled the air as John leant over and kissed Sherlock softly.

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1. Who was the last person you held hands with? My girlfriend.. I’M STARTING TO ANSWER AND I’M GLARING AT YOU EMILIA2. Are you outgoing or shy? Aaahh outgoing!!3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? My girlfriend AND my cup of coffee tomorrow morning~4. Are you easy to get along with? ..I hope I am!5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? Yes..6. What kind of people are you attracted to? … Uhm.. next question all right~7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? I.. hope so..8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? All of my friends right now, I’m talking to them! And my girlfriend, always9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? … Yes,  but eehhrr I know I probably shouldn’t, so.. I try to act normally…10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Stella probably!!11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? “What?” AHAH12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? Neptune, Saturn, Venus by Sleeping At Last, Forest Fires by Axel Flovent, and.. uhm… I know it’s four songs, but I wouldn’t know which one could be the fifth!13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? I’d say yes!14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? Y E S15. What good thing happened this summer? I got in a relationship with the person who is my girlfriend right now!16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Yes!17. Do you think there is life on other planets? OF COURSE WHAT YES YES18. Do you still talk to your first crush? Nooooo ahah it’s been way too many years!! But I recently talked to her once because she casually found my number again!19. Do you like bubble baths? Mmhhh.. I can tell you that I like bubbles and I like baths!20. Do you like your neighbors? Yes, they’re really kind, especially the ones who live in front of us!21. What are your bad habits? I wouldn’t know.. I procrastinate? ahsdjfgk22. Where would you like to travel? The entire universe~23. Do you have trust issues? Nonononono24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Talking to others and looking up at the sky.25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? .. I wouldn’t know..26. What do you do when you wake up? I immediately try to remember my dreams!27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Oh I’m actually okay with the way I am, luckily!28. Who are you most comfortable around? Kind of all of my friends, but mostly my girlfriend.29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? Yes.30. Do you ever want to get married? I’M WAITING FOR THAT31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail? NOOO AHAHAHAH32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? … what…….33. Spell your name with your chin. CHRFJDGZB NO ALL RIGHT34. Do you play sports? What sports? Can overthinking be considered a sport because ahsdjfkg35. Would you rather live without TV or music? Without TV, I actually don’t watch it often.. I’d never want to live without music!36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Uhmm.. no..37. What do you say during awkward silences? I think I often say something that comes to my mind like “That cloud looks like a horse”, or I simply ask “how are you?”38. Describe your dream girl/guy? Neeeext question~39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? There are very interesting shops here about Harry Potter and other fantasy series and just fantasy things in general, they even sell swords and fairy statues, they’re so magical.. oh and old fashioned shops that sell particular types of food and other things that you wouldn’t normally find, there’s one here in Italy called “Castroni” and I love it! 40. What do you want to do after high school? I’m already there, ahah! I wanted to study philosophy and here I am~41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? Yes.42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? I wouldn’t know really! Maybe I’m really sad or wondering if planets have feelings.43. Do you smile at strangers? Yes and it makes me happy for some reason! I just hope they don’t find me creepy44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? AH. AAAH AH OUTER SPACE O U T ER SPACE O U T E R S P A C E OU T ER SP-45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? The fear that I’ll miss the train asdfghhjk46. What are you paranoid about? ….47. Have you ever been high? Noooo48. Have you ever been drunk? NOOOOOOOOOO49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? I ATE ALL THE COOKIES FROM THE PACKAGE AND MY MOTHER STILL DOESN’T KNOW50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Grey.51. Ever wished you were someone else? Maybe not..52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? .. I wish I didn’t have such a hard time making decisions sometimes.53. Favourite makeup brand? AHAHAH I DON’T KNOW I’ll let you know though!!54. Favourite store? Read the question 39~55. Favourite blog? All of my friends’ blogs!56. Favourite colour? Periwinkle YOU GUYS DON’T CALL IT INDIGO APPARENTLY AH57. Favourite food? Chocolate and antything sweet!58. Last thing you ate? Boiled eggs and carrots.59. First thing you ate this morning? I didn’t really “eat” anything, I only had coffee!60. Ever won a competition? For what? Uhm.. maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.. I don’t remember ahah!61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? Never ever sh62. Been arrested? For what? NOOOO WHAT63. Ever been in love? I don’t know.. I don’t know what true love feels like, or if I do but I don’t realize it, maybe yes.. 64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? Oh I had just gotten in a relationship with my ex girlfriend, and I kissed her when I told her how I felt about her and she said she felt the same way.65. Are you hungry right now? Not really! Or maybe a little bit!66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? I LIKE EVERYONE STOP67. Facebook or Twitter? Twitter!68. Twitter or Tumblr? TUMBLR SADLY69. Are you watching tv right now? Nope~70. Names of your bestfriends? SSSHH71. Craving something? What? The mineral…BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH 2013 MEMES72. What colour are your towels? Mostly white!72. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two pillows.73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? Yes ahah they’ll always be on my bed!74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? Mmhhh.. maybe 20 or so..75. Favourite animal? Horses, cats and birds!76. What colour is your underwear? NO. ASDHFJGK. NO.77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Both!78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Everything that involves chocolate and cream!79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Dark blue.80. What colour pants? Black 81. Favourite tv show? Does Code Geass count? ahsjdfkg82. Favourite movie? A movie I couldn’t tell in English, but the Italian title is “Al di la’ dei sogni”.. and .. uhmm.. I need to think about this, I think there are a lot of them but I wouldn’t be able to make a list now!83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? I never watched them!!84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? I never watched these either ahsjdfkg85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? AAH I DON’T KNOW I’M SORRY86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? I couldn’t tell! I’d need to rewatch it, but maybe Dory!87. First person you talked to today? Stella, SAY HIIIIIIIIII88. Last person you talked to today? My girlfriend for now!89. Name a person you hate? myfather I don’t hate anyone.

90. Name a person you love? My mother!

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? Myself, all the time92. In a fight with someone? Uhm.. if you mean if I’m a fight at the moment.. no, I think.. 93. How many sweatpants do you have? Maybe just one or two!94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? EEEEEH. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH I LOVE HOODIES AND SWEATERS SO.. 100000000000000000000095. Last movie you watched? Does an X-Files episode count?? 96. Favourite actress? I wouldn’t know..97. Favourite actor? Nnnhhhh… I don’t know, I’m sorry!98. Do you tan a lot? Kind of, yes!99. Have any pets? A cat and a parrot and I love them so much aahh100. How are you feeling? ..I’m fine… coUGH101. Do you type fast? yeeeeEEEESS AND I’M STILL SURPRISED THAT I MAKE A LOT OF TYPOS102. Do you regret anything from your past? Yes, and no..103. Can you spell well? Ahah probably! 104. Do you miss anyone from your past? Yes.105. Ever been to a bonfire party? What is it?? 106. Ever broken someone’s heart? .. I wish I could say no… but..107. Have you ever been on a horse? I went to horseback riding for years!108. What should you be doing? STUDYING. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH109. Is something irritating you right now? … Irritating me… nothing! I just don’t really get “irritated”.110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? .. Eeeh..111. Do you have trust issues? Mh? Didn’t you already ask this? MMH112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? I don’t remember.. ..113. What was your childhood nickname? Oh I should ask my mother, but I’ve always been called Chris by my friends even back then!114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yuup115. Do you play the Wii? It’s a miracle that I’ve had a Nintendo DS ahsdjfgkh116. Are you listening to music right now? No, but I’m going to!117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? OH YES!!!!! YES!118. Do you like Chinese food? Is spring rolls considered Chinese food? I wouldn’t know, but I’d like to try it, I love trying food from other countries!119. Favourite book? It usually changes depending on what I find!120. Are you afraid of the dark? No, I actually like it..121. Are you mean? YES. VERY. I’M GOING TO STEAL ALL YOUR WAFFLES AND EAT THEM ALL BWHAHAHAHAHAH122. Is cheating ever okay? .. I…- … ..is killing people ever okay.. ?123. Can you keep white shoes clean? NOOOO NOT EVEN THE BLACK ONES 124. Do you believe in love at first sight? .. I strongly believe that you need to build a connection with someone to fall in love, but.. love has no logic so I wouldn’t know.. I’ve happened to fall for someone at first sight… I couldn’t compare it to what I feel when I fall for someone after getting to know them though. I do feel that there’s something different. But to me, love takes place between souls and they need to get to know each other somehow. BUT AT THE SAME TIME I BELIEVE IN EVERYTHING125. Do you believe in true love? Of course!126. Are you currently bored? Not really~127. What makes you happy? Philosophy, the universe, waffles, my friends, my girlfriend, my pets, my mother, the sky…128. Would you change your name? Actually, no! 129. What your zodiac sign? Pisces130. Do you like subway? I’ve never been there!131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? .. Ah.. ah.. ahah… … uhm.. I.. never knew what to do..132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? STELLA ONCE AGAIN SAY HIIIIIIII but wait, didn’t you already ask this? Or is it my impression??133. Favourite lyrics right now? “At first I thought you were a constellation, I made a map of your stars then I had a revelation”134. Can you count to one million? Aahsdjfg noo135. Dumbest lie you ever told? I wouldn’t know! Perhaps “I’m fine” while obviously having a breakdown136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Open, mmh I feel like this says something about people..137. How tall are you? 178 cm, last time I checked.138. Curly or Straight hair? Wait wait what are we talking about??139. Brunette or Blonde? WAIT WAIT WHAT140. Summer or Winter? WINTER AAAHH WINTER WINTER!! I CAN’T STAND SUMMER IT’S TOO HOT141. Night or Day? Night, and the moon and the stars~142. Favourite month? December!143. Are you a vegetarian? Noope144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Milk and white chocolate because they’re sweeter, but I just really love chocolate in general!145. Tea or Coffee? Both, but maybe coffee.. 146. Was today a good day? … Ahah not really buuuut147. Mars or Snickers? HA! Snickers!148. What’s your favourite quote? The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.149. Do you believe in ghosts? YEEEEEEEEEEEEEES ALSO IN ALIENS150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? ..OH.   “Names of stars and constellations were taking the place of a wonderful dream, where me and my parents were having lunch next to a river. Andromeda, Cassiopea, Centauri, and many other names from space were pronounced by his warm voice.” YOU MAY CALL THIS FATE. It’s a book that my girlfriend gave me because it reminded her of me, there’s one of the main characters who’s in love with stars and he talks about them all the time.

[thegeminisage]

And Now I Finally Leave This Fucking Plateau

but first im gonna go back to the old mans house one last time to check his diary ;_;

everything else below the cut in case of actual spoilers

on another note i LOVE how fast i can go with the paraglider like #nice

NOOOO HIS CAMPFIRE IS OUT AND HE LEFT A MESSAGE FOR ME AND A PEPPER ON THE TABLE

IM GONNA CRY JESUS CHRIST

man i wonder if that giant stone thing that chased me used to be a jaeger

(i love this in the legend of zelda i have a smartphone and there are jaegers lmao)

well anyway off i go i guess

i can see the bridge and the pin marks it as in the next little section im supposed to visit so im gonna go check it out since my heart hasn’t ached enough yet

oh my god there’s a giant bokoblin down here...oh my god

IS that a bokoblin...? it looks like a reindeer or smth lol

oh wait is it a MOBLIN?? oh my god!!!! hey dude!!!!!!!!

dude. dude. i hyped myself up to fight. i drank my ONLY atk up potion. and i killed him in one hit with a bomb arrow?? that was my OPENER, dude!! fucking weak

oh hey there’s another one

WOW ONE HIT TAKES TWO OF MY THREE HEARTS LMAO

AND IM OUT OF BOMB ARROWS

good news heres the fucking fight i wanted!!! im gonna DIE, but

ok no i threw my sword at him. broke the sword killed the moblin got a sick club instead. #nice

oh my god there’s some people fighting bokoblins!!! real people!!!!!! i will help them!!!

lmao this is not even close to where i meant to go i saw the moblin and got sidetracked

aw their names are mils and mina they gave me an elixir...and left.......

im lonely :|

like in every other game you get a companion right away that then leaves you at the end...in this game the closest thing i got was the old man and he’s already gone

....back to the bridge im going the wrongest of all possible ways

god theres so many ANIMALS out here. i could hunt for days

already killed a fox a deer and another boar

and like. i feel kinda bad. but. the Meat

haha wow all the rusted weapons stuck in the ground...wow...wow

now thats environmental storytelling jesus fucking christ

huh i finally got a rupee...i forgot those were even a thing

OH NO ANOTHER BIG STONE THING??? WHY????

it killed me in ONE HIT oh my god

apparently keese swarms are a thing, which is actually great, i’d love to fight all of them, but i only snagged two or three before they flew away like little pansies

dude i think im at lake hyrule its under the bridge and i got fucked up by an octorok 

OMG OMG OMG OMG IT’S RAINING!!!!!!!! O M G

i have died four times to this ONE bokoblin camp bc this blue dude has a killer sword...im getting it no matter what.

five

six

YES!!!!!!! HAHHA EAT ME AND MORE IMPORTANTLY MY BOMB ARROWS

ooh and now i have ICE arrows...worth it

but i can’t find that sword :/

aaah here it is

ohhhh man. and here at last is eldin bridge

“bridge of hylia” bitch i know what bridge it fucking is

i’ll just cross it once. then back to the story

oh. there are lizalfos.

THEY ALWAYS FUCKING DODGE i will probably die and not be able to cross (: 

yep i died

ok another day then im tired of fighting and dying a lot i wanna explore or story but i don’t wanna keep dying sorry bridge ):

HANG GLIDE INTO LAKE HYLIA bet i won’t have the stamina to get to the edge

holy FUCK i landed in a ring of lily pads and!!! there is!!! a korok here!!!! oh my god!!!!!!!!

hestu...who is hestu

fucked up an octorok

and a goat

oooh i found an underwater village ruins...like im so sad but also it’s so cool

and EXACTLY like that one place in da:i

UH? THE MUSIC CHANGED AND THE MOON IS BLOOD RED THIS WAS NOT IN DA:I AND I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR FREAKY MOON SHIT IN THIS GAME

WHY IS THE SKY AND MUSIC DOING THAT IM SCARED IM GENUINELY SCARED MY HEART IS POUNDING WHAT THE FUCK

OH GOD

OH JESUS I JUST LOST FIFTY YEARS OFF MY LIFE

oh my god okay it wasnt the village it was just a thing that happens now and then

the Blood Moon which revives all the monsters you’ve killed. great. wonderful

can’t go any further bc of lizalfos...tbh i dont need to be exploring this much & right here anyway i REALLY wanna get to kakariko before bed

i found a cooking pot and thought of the old man ))):

hey and there’s a person on this bridge! and a shrine here too...good thing i backtracked

fff ive been playing so long my game pad ran out of battery....and i dont remember how to charge it aside from leaving it on the little station, but you can’t hold it up very well like that........

wow i cant actually Do anything in this shrine...seems i am missing a rune, it doesn’t just give me one

oooomg its stormin omg omg <3<3

LIGHTNING? JUST STRUCK? THE GROUND IN FRONT OF ME????

I DID NOT KNOW IT COULD DO THAT HOLY FUCK

oh my god...oh my god

omg and my weapons in the menu are sparking, the metal ones...i gotta use a wooden one omg

I GOT HIT ANYWAY??? AND DIED?? WHY????? oh my god

if only i could wait out the storm by the old mans fire ;_; i could make my own i suppose but its not the same and i hate to waste fire arrows/flint

i took shelter in the shrine instead and now im watchin the storm while the game pad charges :’)

omg there’s an octorok over here...but in the ground instead of water!!! dude

or maybe it’s a weird kind of deku scrub hahaha

nope it was tentacle-y and gave me octo balloons it was definitely an octorok...i wonder if dekus are even in this game i fuckin hope so

theres a tower over there and i wanna Climb It And Get A Map geez

my game pad keeps running out of battery lol is it trying to tell me to go to bed

you’re weak game pad i’m not going to bed until i find a human settlement tough fucking luck

this post is getting SUPER long but i don’t wanna cut it off bc the next one will be super short bc i KNOW im almost there......

aw hey a sunshower :3

time to put my smartphone on the tower

ah this one was much calmer than the last one

ohhhh finally...a proper map Yes Yes Yes Thank You Nayru Din & Farore

ooh and a new rune

this river is apparently named squabble river which is apt bc thats all i did trying to fucking get across it

Why Do I Never Have Any Arrows

i’m not sure where to go next like i feel obligated to explore those areas i didnt get to yet but also i wanna see other people............

oh i found a merchant! damn food sells for a pretty penny rupee

ok yeah no im obviously gonna be playing until ddawn no need to kid ourselves. cutting this off here

also i havent been on my dash in hours i’ve been writing the posts without looking at tumblr at all i’m sorry i haven’t replied to anyone else’s liveblogs ;_; i just can’t tear myself away from this long enough to catch up on my dash!!!!

[bookmarathon]

1. turtles all the way down

“I need to be liked up close.”

rating: 7/10 turtles

quick summary: Aza is a teenager with OCD. I guess this story is sort of kind of about how she falls in love with a rich guy whose dad is missing for a cash reward, but it’s really more about Aza’s struggle with mental illness and how she let her spiraling thoughts impact the way she interacts not only with potential boyfriends, but also with friends, family, and of course, herself. 

highs: 

getting the reader to understand how awful mental illness is 

The passages where Aza worries about bacteria really made me feel kind of trapped and just generally disgusted. The recurring image of that wound on her finger made me squeamish- I had to take a short breather after a few descriptions of her picking it open because I was feeling pretty disturbed. I think the highlight of the entire novel was that giant passage where (spoiler!) Aza was in the hospital fighting with herself about chugging some hand sanitizer. Absolutely terrifying and sad and written so that I felt like I couldn’t breathe until it was over.  I know how it feels when you’re the one hurting yourself- it’s helplessness and anger and fear all at once, and John did a good job of conveying that mix of emotion. 

things don’t play out the way you expect them to

Is it a trademark of John’s now? To subvert the reader’s expectations of what will happen to the main character? If it is, I don’t mind it. Obviously, I wanted Aza to be happy, and when reading Turtles All the Way Down, I wanted her to be happy with her main love interest, Miles. But I think it’s really great to see that there’s good in Aza and Miles’s relationship, that they are able to make each other happy, but that they can’t/won’t change for each other and so it (spoiler!) ultimately doesn’t work out. I also think it’s good that throughout the novel, we never really see much improvement with Aza’s OCD. It’s John Green, so I knew that it wouldn’t go away or anything ridiculous like that. I didn’t expect her to still be dealing with intense spirals up until the end though, but John gave us a glimpse at a better future for Aza. I really like that, because it gives us hope, but a reminder that mental illness doesn’t just disappear and it’s something that has to be dealt with over a time period much longer than that novel. 

lows:

the sequence of events is a bit unrealistic

I know people are kind of half and half on John Green on Tumblr. So far the good parts have won out, but I definitely do think that some parts of his novels can seem a little contrived, and this book was no exception. I rolled my eyes several times in the first few chapters of exposition. Like, I like Miles, but he has a rich father who runs away with a cash reward for his capture, a lawyer with 0 humanity, a tuatara that will get all of his dad’s property, a motion capture camera in the woods he happened to install with his brother when he was a kid when he happened to know Aza (because they both lost parents and went to the same camp) and he happened to keep that camera running in the same place for all those years for Aza to remember so she can meet him so the plot can make sense. Maybe Miles’s blog is believable, maybe Noah giving Aza his dad’s notes is believable, but for Micah’s art to be displayed in a gallery that just happens to be right by the “jogger’s mouth”... I think John Green is good at really fleshing out characters- I feel like I know them, and they’re great and unique and have interesting dynamics with each other. It’s just that sometimes it’s a little awkward when they interact in situations that just seem...fake. I get that coincidences happen in real life, but I just can’t fully connect to novels that seem to rely on coincidence to drive the plot. 

daisy, the fanfic queen / bff 

Aaah, I feel like I’ll get hate for this. I don’t know, I’ve just yet to find a book that writes about somebody who’s really involved with the internet (a fanfic writer, a tumblr blogger, a vlogger, etc.) in a way that doesn’t make me cringe. I really liked the storyline with Daisy being blunt and fighting with Aza, because I think it’s important to show how it can be frustrating to be close with those with mental illnesses. But in general, this hip youthful internet persona that authors keep trying to pin down just doesn’t really do it for me, soz. Feels a little try-hard.

tl;dr: I liked the book’s overall messages about mental illness & especially some of the descriptive passages. I also found Aza really likable, but Looking for Alaska is still my favorite John Green book by far. 

hey! if you’re new here, welcome to my book marathon! this is my summer 2018 challenge to always be reading a book throughout these next 3 months, whether it’s something new or something old. to keep a record of this, i thought i’d write a quick review of everything i read. 

[sosuperspecial]

SO!  What’s say we introduce ourselves??? I’ll start...

Name: Mickey (she/her) - like the mouse [is what I tell ppl over the phone]

Age: 21+ (old enough, but not old aF... I’m still well <30, so)

Timezone: CST

Location:  Minneapolis MN (I tell you this b/c I want to let everyone know about my swanky DOWNTOWN studio apartment... I mean, living downtown has always been a dream of mine and YEAH, it’s absolutely as sexy as I imagined it would be.  Noise bothered me for a whole 48 hours before I got used to it.)

LONG ASS EXPLANATION OF MY “BOUNDARIES”.. so long, in fact, that I stuck it under a Read More...

Also under the cut, Im gonna explain what a trigger warning policy would look like were it ever up to me.

Boundaries:  I’ve read A Song of Ice and Fire - and George R. R. Martin is one of the greatest authors I’ll probably see in my lifetime.  In A Game of Thrones, which is the first book of the series (in case you live under a rock or some shit and you somehow weren’t aware), a character named Dani experienced an arranged marriage, and in the book, her wedding night was framed as consensual.  Her husband, the Khal, Drogo was in his mid to late 20′s and she was 13, but he messed around w/ her, working her up until she was excited and realized she was being given the option, which she took him up on, telling him “yes”.  It was more than implied that after the first time, the Khal took it whenever he wanted until she learned how to take control of her situation.  If writing about underage sex irl had the same kind of stigma as it does in most of the rp community, we would’ve missed out on one of the best arcs in one of the best books I’ve ever read.  

Kind of a non sequitur here hat being said, I’m actually glad that their wedding night was framed the way it was on the TV show Game of Thrones; otherwise, it would’ve left a lot open to apologetics. 

She was, for obvious reasons, aged up in the show, but being that we’re WRITING, I, personally, don’t think that’s necessary.  

Feel free to disagree!!  I won’t be mad, and I’ll absolutely tag any triggers that are asked of me - the last thing I wanna do is legit trigger someone, cuz I know ‘triggers’, I promise.

But! I also love me some UK Skins - another example that depicts plenty of underage sex, drug use, and what not, aaaand idk about you, but (sorry if this is tmi, but consider yourself warned ‘cause you’re free to stop reading the rest of the paragraph!) *I* was underage when I lost MY v-card...  so I base MY bounderies more on the fiction I read, the pop culture I consume and my own real life experience than I do on common tumblr rp rules... make sense???

Besides, idk about YOU, but I was writing depraved fanfic when I was 13 (wish I could find it now, ‘cause I bet it’d be hilarious) and the bounderies THERE were almost non-existant.  Aaah, all that gay porn written by female 13 year old virgins... fucking priceless.

As a 10 year old, I read a book by Judy Blume called Then Again, Maybe I Won’t.  The protagonist was a 13 year old boy, and from it, I learned the meaning of the phrase “wet dream”.  The boys in this book also got drunk once after raiding one of their folk’s liqueur cabinets.  The child in this book explained his sexual awakening in somewhat graphic detail.... and again, this was a book written by Judy Blume.

More recently, I read a book called The Mosquito Coast.  The protagonist was again a 13 year old who turned 14 during the story.  There was a scene in this book, which was written by Paul Theroux, where a group of kids were messing around with an innocent game reminiscent of "playing doctor”, and this kid had to go in the swimming hole and watch instead of participate.  It was a first person narrative, so the author included what went through the kid’s head.   This stuff happens in books; it doesn’t have to be ‘sexualized’, but if our characters are in high school, I see no reason why we’d need to sensor their thought process.  If there’s any traumatic event in their past that may cross their mind in a thread, I vote go for it, even if it happened when they were underage.  There are ways of portraying this without being graphic about it, but ommitting it entirely if it’s had a profound impact on them and who they are currently?  You shouldn’t have to do that!  For fuck’s sake, professional, published authors don’t!

Trigger Warning Policy

In my indie blogs, I never tag anything unless specifically asked to - and I’ve never been asked to, so I never have, tho I do follow trigger warning policies in the groups that I’ve joined b/c I’m not in a group to challenge the admins; it’s THEIR group, so I follow their rules w/out pushback.  It’s the least I can do out of respect, you kno?

So if *I* wrote a trigger warning policy, it would look something like this:

We value creative freedom and a relaxed atmosphere, which we feel can be compromised by extremely strict trigger warning policies. Using the phrase too liberally can run the risk of trivializing the phrase, which I would hate to do, seeing as triggers can be very real and should never be made into a joke.  So just be aware of the ubiquity of adult content in the group; it will be all over your dash at all times.  

Of course, that being said, If you have any serious anxiety problems that could be legitimately triggered by a certain kind of graphic gif or the content you read in someone else’s thread (or even if you’re, like, in the process of quitting smoking or something), we’re fine with asking the other members to tag it.  Obviously don’t take this lightly, because we want to avoid trigger warning overkill.  Please only inquire if you really do have a serious problem.  But again, even with all that being said, tagging content isn’t really a big deal either, so go ahead and hit us up on or off anon if you really do need some help.  And don’t feel bad.  Just don’t inquire unless there’s a real, legit need :).

So far we don’t need anyone to tag their content, but we’ll throw an admin note up if this changes.

Please tag any mentions of rape or sexual assault with “rape tw”, and (obviously) blacklist “rape tw” if you feel like you need to.  No worries, ok??