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its-time-to-write · 6 months

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how about a Jamie x reader fic when they go away to Amsterdam they sit together on bus and they wake up cuddling and then there’s an issue w hotel booking and there’s a one bed trope and they end up waking up cuddled together and then they admit feelings and reader goes to game with a tartt jersey on <3

I’ve been thinking about this forever, and I’m terribly sorry it took so long!! I do enjoy being an adult, but I’m at a point in life where I don’t have much free time and if I do, I use it to sleep😂

I really miss the days when Ted Lasso was still airing and the x reader tags had new content every day. I feel like that one meme of Thanos when he’s like “Fine. I’ll do it myself.” Shoutout to all y’all who are still here and reading my stuff! Love you!!

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It’s straight-up fucked. It really, really is. But also maybe it’s good, as Keeley pointed out, because not having a boyfriend anymore means you can focus on yourself?

Or something.

Of course he had to break up with you right before leaving for Amsterdam. Hell, he broke up with you because you were leaving for Amsterdam.

“I don’t want you going to another country with a bunch of other guys,” he had said. “It’s them or me.”

“It’s literally my job,” you told him.

Apparently, that didn’t matter.

But what-fucking-ever, you’re at Keeley’s waiting for a car to take you to the airport, and she’s promised to make sure you don’t think about your stupid ex even once.

It’s times like these you wish Ted were still here with a spot-on pun and some dad-type advice. All you ever get from Beard is a weird anecdote and a vaguely threatening look.

Keeley chatters on for the entirety of the ride to the airport, through customs, and all the way to the lounge.

“You’re gonna get loads of great content for the socials, babe. Candids, action shots, behind-the-scenes. Friendlies are fucking amazing!”

Last time Richmond were in Amsterdam, they had lost horribly. They’re hoping to make up for it this time around.

The plane is full of Greyhounds, both footballers and coaches alike, with Rebecca at the very front. Keeley plops done in the seat next to her as Dani waves at you from the middle.

“I saved you a seat!” he calls. You smile as Sam takes your bag to put it in the overhead. “Thanks, Dani. You excited?”

Dani grins. “I think this time I am ready to see a whole field of tulips!”

You laugh as the lads roll their eyes. Jamie leans across the aisle toward you and says, “Oi, what’s the twat doing while you’re away?”

You press your lips into a thin line. “Not a clue.”

He raises an eyebrow and says, “You break up with him?”

“He broke up with me.”

Jamie twists his face into a scoff. “And you wonder why I call him the fucking twat. Prick. Bet it was so he could finally fuck his coworker.”

You shrug. Jamie’s never liked your boyfriend. It’s not like you were together long, only a few months. And sure, he was a little bit of a twat, but sue you. You had a special place in your heart for pricks with a heart of gold, only he didn’t even have a heart at all.

“You should date someone better,” Jamie continues.

You glare at him and retort, “Oh yeah, because it’s just that easy. You got some one in mind?”

Jamie gives you his most angelic look and says, “What about me?” which makes half the plane dissolve into laughter, yourself included.

“Cheers, Jamie,” you say as you wipe your eyes. “I needed that.”

A strange look crosses his face, but it’s quickly replaced by his usual cocky expression. “Anytime, love,” he replies as you turn to start a conversation with Dani.

As much as you’d like that, Jamie would never date you. His joke stings a little but you brush it off. Maybe you’ll find another twat in Amsterdam to distract yourself from the fact that you’re half in love with Jamie Tartt.

—

“I’m sorry, we don’t have a booking under you name,” the hotel concierge says.

You tap your nails to your wrist. “Are you positive? I’m with AFC Richmond, they should’ve had one.”

The concierge taps on his computer for a moment before shaking his head. “No, I’m afraid we don’t have anything. And all of our rooms are booked this weekend. Might I recommend the hotel down the road?”

Damn it. There’s no way this is happening. Everyone else has gotten to their rooms without a hitch and here you are, alone in the lobby as you pull out your phone to call Keeley. There’s no way this is fucking happening.

“Everything alright?” asks a voice behind you, and you jump.

“They don’t have a room for me, and they’re fully booked,” you explain.

Jamie looks at the concierge, who shrugs apologetically, then back to you. He asks, “Why don’t you share with me?” and you frown.

“I thought you were rooming with Declan,” you say.

Jamie lifts a shoulder. “Yeah, but he switched with Richard because O’Brien fucking snores and he don’t give a shit.”

You say, “So you’re with Richard, then,” and he shakes his head.

“Nah, Richard’s with Jan.”

“I thought Dani was with Jan,” you say. These fucking footballers. What’s the point in having set rooms if they’re just going to switch it all up.

“Dani is with Jan,” Jamie says patiently, as if this all the most obvious thing in the world. “But Dani’s a cuddler, so he’s probably going to fucking end up with, I don’t know, Isaac or someone. Which means I get a room all to meself.”

“Right,” you say slowly. “Alright, I can do that. As long as you don’t mind.”

Jamie winks. “Sharing a room with a pretty girl for four days? Ain’t a problem, love.”

You laugh and follow him to the elevator.

—

It feels a bit like playing with fire, agreeing to room with Jamie. Especially since you’re freshly single and definitely open to a rebound. But there will be two beds and a lot of space and anyway, you’ll be busy with the match and social media, respectively.

Except as soon as you walk through the door, you realize there’s a tiny little hitch.

“There’s one bed,” you blurt out, so surprised you’re unable to filter your words. Jamie blushes a little bit as he says, “Yeah, um, Cockburn and I hate sleeping alone, so we asked for one. He grew up sharing a bed with his brothers and I just fucking hate being alone. I can sleep on the couch if you want.”

“No,” you say firmly, “you need good rest. It’s not a problem.”

It’s not a problem.

Or at least it wouldn’t have been if Isaac had been a shittier captain.

But as it is he’s great, so he’s got the whole team going out to dinner at a pre-determined location complete with a dress code of no t-shirts and apparently you count as part of the team, so you have to go too. You’re in your massive bathroom trying to curl your disgusting travel hair when Jamie walks in wearing one of those white hotel bathrobes.

He asks, “You mind if I’m in here?” so you shake your head, struck temporarily mute by his bare clavicle. Fucking hell, you feel like a repressed Victorian woman.

Jamie says, “Mint,” and goes about his alarmingly detailed skincare routine. You’re pretty sure you’re done with your hair so you crane your neck in an attempt to check the back.

“Missed a spot,” Jamie says. “Want me to get it for you?”

You shoot him a dubious look but hand him the curler. He runs a hand through your hair, picking up the offending strand and it’s all you can do not to shiver.

“Mum taught me,” he explains and you nod ever so slightly, not wanting him to accidentally burn your neck. Jamie says, “All good,” and runs his whole hand through your hair this time, making the curls bounce.

You choke out, “Thanks,” and hurriedly put away your things, desperate to leave before Jamie can pick up on the fact that you can barely handle being in the same room as him, and that you have great concerns about what the night will bring.

—

“You look fucking hot,” is the first thing Rebecca says when you meet her in the lobby. Keeley looks mildly offended that Rebecca took the words out of her mouth, but she just laughs and taps your arm.

“Gonna break a few hearts tonight, yeah?” she grins.

You’re not sure about that, especially since dinner turns out to be a very domestic affair. It’s loud, sure, but it’s definitely toned down since it’s a pre-match celebration instead of a post-match one. You’re with Sam, Keeley, and Roy with Jamie far, far away. You push all thoughts of him from your brain only for memories of your ex to surface. You frown.

“The fuck’s wrong with you?” Roy says and for a moment, you think he’s talking to you. But he’s actually talking to Jamie who has moved from his place across the restaurant to right behind your chair.

“Fuck off grandad,” Jamie says good-naturedly. “Wanted to tell this one that some of the lads are going out dancing after this. Not too late,” he hastily adds at Roy’s burning scowl, “just for two hours and we’re only allowed one drink.”

You’re pretty sure that’s a bit more liberal than Roy likes, but he nods his head slightly so he must be in a good mood.

“So, you coming?” Jamie asks and before you can reply Sam and Keeley chorus, “Yes she is.”

You give Keeley a Look before turning back to Jamie. “Guess I am,” you reply.

The smile Jamie gives you does more to make your head spin than any amount of alcohol you’ve had in your lifetime.

—

Jamie has taken it upon himself to wipe that frown off your face. He might have been watching you over dinner and that might have been why he chose that exact moment to invite you out, but he’ll never fucking admit it to anyone except Sam. And Keeley. And maybe Cockburn when it was the off-season and they were a little tipsy. (But not drunk, never drunk.)

So yeah, sue him if he’s spinning you around on the crowded dance floor just because it makes you laugh. It’s not his fault that he’s been wildly in love with you since the day Higgins hired you. It’s not his fault that you’re easy to be around and have the most beautiful smile he’s seen in his life.

And fuck, it certainly isn’t his fault you can’t see in yourself what others do. Why you settled for a piece of shit like your ex, he’ll never know. But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do his best to show you how special you are. He knows you’ll never feel the same about him, but maybe he can help you level up your standards. Maybe if you’re with someone good, it’ll hurt less that it’s not him.

So he lets you hold his hand for the entirety of the two hours that the team is out and doesn’t say a word when you don’t let go in the cab back to the hotel.

You’ve gotten that closed-off look in your eyes again, the one that means you’re thinking about your ex, so Jamie knocks his shoulder into yours and asks why he can’t have the password to the team’s Instagram account, which is a sure fire way to get you to lecture him on irresponsibility and aesthetics and the best way to get your eyes to come back to life.

—

Honestly, it’s easier to fall asleep than you might have expected. It’s a big bed and you’re fucking tired.

You just didn’t expect to wake up in the middle of the night crying, but it’s always fucking like this when you go through a breakup. You go to sleep fine and wake up sad, so you do your best not to wake up Jamie except you’ve both ended up entangled in each other’s arms, so he can feel you shaking.

“Hey,” Jamie says in a soft voice, “You’re okay, love.”

You half expect him to push you away once he realizes you’re so close, but he only pulls you closer and presses a kiss to your forehead. Maybe it’s because you’re both half-asleep, but it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

You sigh and settle into him, drifting off in a matter of moments.

—

You wake up to a pair of blue eyes watching you.

“How you feeling?” Jamie asks, voice gravelly with sleep.

You just blink at him. It’s hard to form coherent sentences within the first ten seconds of waking up, and even harder with the memory of Jamie’s arms around you last night.

Wait. Not just the memory. The present reality because neither of you have moved.

Jamie misinterprets your silence and begins to extricate his arms.

“Sorry,” he says, “I’m not to trying to like, cross and fucking boundary or something. Should’ve left you alone.”

You’re still not awake enough to talk so you grab him to stop him from moving away. He gives you a questioning look so you say, “I wouldn’t have agreed to share a bed if I thought you were a creep.”

Jamie grins. “So like, if Jan had offered to share a room you’d’ve said no.”

You wrinkle your nose as you say, “Jan’s not a creep.”

“He’s the fucking worst,” Jamie grumbles, “And anyway, can we not talk about Jan fucking Maas this early in the morning?”

“Sure,” you say, “let’s talk about something else.”

Despite your comment, you both lapse into silence. You’re enraptured by Jamie’s blue eyes. You’ve never been able to study them this close before, and you want to take this opportunity to memorize every fleck of green.

Jamie seems to have a similar thought, except his gaze flicks to your lips.

“I have morning breath,” you tell him and he says, “Real men don’t give a shit, babe,” before leaning forward.

It’s softer than you’d expected, sweeter.

It’s also strange to think that you’re making out with Jamie in bed, and that he’s the one who initiated it.

The thought is so absurd that you giggle, mid-kiss. Jamie breaks away and says, “Oi, there’s no way that was a shit kiss.”

“No,” you say between giggles, “it’s just weird that we’re doing this. Like, how are we supposed to look each other in the eye after?”

Jamie moves so he can look at you better, and you roll from your side to your back. “What do you mean?” he asks.

“Oh come on, we share a room and a bed, we kiss because I have all these sad feelings and you’re feeling a lot of emotions about the match, and then we have to work together after. It’s silly.”

Jamie cocks his head. “That’s what you think is happening?”

“Yes?” you say. None of this is going how it’s supposed to. “What do you think is happening?”

“I like you,” he says, and there is absolutely no mistaking his meaning.

“Oh,” you reply in a small voice. “Since when?”

“Since before you started dating the twat. When Higgins introduced ya to the team.”

“That’s a fucking long time ago!” you exclaim. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

Jamie rubs his face. “Yeah, ‘cept you showed up to work tellin’ everyone how you started dating the twat. And I ain’t a home wrecker.”

You groan. “Fuuuck. I literally only dated him to try to get over you.”

Jamie shoots up. “What?!”

“Yeah,” you say, “I’ve been like a little bit in love with you ever since you winked at me during that first promo I did.”

Jamie blows out a breath. “Okay. Think that’s enough talking. C’mere. We’re making out proper, like, then we’re going to breakfast.”

You grin as you climb onto his lap.

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loveswrites · 9 months

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Rainy Road Part 2

Rainy Road Part 2 Poly Cullens x Reader

Time it took me: A while can't even lie

Word count: 1501

To anon: There will be a part 3 ofc my loves

Love <3

Cold. Cold was all you felt. It had been 3 months since The Cullens left. From that night on forward you felt like time was paused for you but was still going on for everyone else. The seasons change and the leaves fall. All you can see is that rainy road from that night. Bella was no different. When your mates left, so did hers. You never thought Alice would do something like that to Bella. But then again you never thought any of the Cullens would do something like that to you. Everything went against your better judgment.

Charlie has tried to get you and Bella to go out more, talk more, eat more. The eating part was more so pointed towards you. When you woke up from that night you felt fine until all your memories came rushing back. When you did you woke up in a hospital. You had hoped and prayed that the doctor that would walk through that door was Carilse. But he never came. He never showed. That broke you more than having a broken arm ever could. You didn’t know what to do. Carilse was only ever concerned about your health. Being the amazing doctor he is. And his love for you only amplified his push for you to stay healthy.

So you did the only thing you could do.

You went on a hunger strike. For two weeks straight you wouldn’t eat anything other than the spoonful of food Charlie would practically shove down your throat. He would beg and plead for you to eat something. He didn’t care what it was. You thought starving yourself would bring him back. Would bring them back. It didn’t. No sign of them was ever found. That hurt you more. They really didn’t care. Everything they said was true. Those months you spent loving them, understanding them, caring for them. Meant nothing to them.

You couldn’t sleep most nights, and when you did they were full of nightmares. The hateful words they said to you that night rang through your head. The voices were so loud you’d wake up screaming in terror. This was hard for Charlie. If it wasn't Bellas screams waking up the whole house it was you. No one had gotten a good night's rest since that night and it was really showing. Charlie would get caught falling asleep on the job whenever he was at work, He'd fall asleep mid dinner, etc. That made you feel bad. You couldn't hide your pain even if you tried. You couldn't like and say you were fine. Your eyes tell a thousand truths.. That's something you always told Edward whenever you caught him being closed off.

You could always read him like a book. Not that night though.

It was late or early in the morning you should say. You wouldn't know you didn't go to sleep last night. You couldn't. You watched the sunrise as much as it could behind the gloomy clouds. The sound of rain hitting your bedroom window brung tears to your eyes. That sound only reminded you what happened that night. But it also let you know that what happened was real. Not just a traumatic nightmare or dream.

It was the weekend so you were free to do whatever you wanted. Yay, you thought dryly to yourself. A knock coming from your bedroom door brung you out of your thoughts. As it opened Charlie peeked his head in.

"You alright in here?" He asked.

You shrugged your shoulders in response. You've never been so not alright in your life. Everyone knew that.

"How'd you sleep? I didn't hear anything last night.." Charlie said walking into your room.

"I didn't sleep." Your voice reeked of never ending tears. You felt like an overflowing river. Or more so you felt that you were drowning in that river.

"Oh.." He said. And even looking out the window you knew he was scratching the back of his head.

"Your mom called." He stated.

"Okay." You said plainly as your voice cracked.

"She wants you and Bella to come visit her for a while in-"

"No thanks." You cut him off sitting up to face him but not before wiping the tears off your face.

"You're not well. You're worse than Bella. You're going. You haven't left your room since I don't even remember when. You're worrying me." Charlie stressed out.

"I- that would make me worse." You said trying to think of something to say other than just kill me.

"You need to go out, have fun like you used to. Seth called his worried about you too he says you guys haven't talked in months. Why don't you hang out with him?" Charlie suggested.

"Sure." That was the last thing you wanted to do.

"Great! I'll tell him you're on your way over." Charlie said before he made his way out of your room. When you heard your door close you sat up.

You were irritated by the events of this whole thing. You didn’t want to go see Seth. You didn’t want to go see anybody. You barely even wanted to look at yourself. You don’t even remember the last time you looked at yourself. The last time you saw Seth was that night.

Everyone told you that Seth was the one who found you that night, you wished he didn’t. You had wished he left you in the middle of that road to die like the family who swerved to avoid hitting you did. No one would let you go see the family or try to go say sorry. You were hysterical. You couldn’t even form a simple sentence to the doctor when they would ask you “Where does it hurt the most?” And all you could do was point to your heart and gasp for air.

After 10 minutes of laying there in your bed contemplating if this life was really truly worth living you got out of your bed. Walking in the hallway you were faced with Bella who looked as horrible as you felt. She was dressed and she had her bag over her shoulder.

“Where are you going?” You asked. You don’t hear her leave her room unless Charlie calls you both down for breakfast and dinner.

“Charlie.” Bella said and that was all it took for you to know that he gave you both the ultimatum. Either get better here or go home with mom.

“Who he'd make you go see.” You were kinda curious.

“Anyone really, I chose Jessica though.” She spoke softly.

“What about you?” She questioned back.

“Seth.” You both shared a look and both shook your head and parted ways.

The front door closed the same time you closed the bathroom door.

Looking in the mirror for the first time in a long time you couldn’t help but look back and see yourself as a widow. You were never married to your mates but in some way it felt like that was an unspoken marriage to begin with. Sighing you spent a long, much needed hour in the bathroom. And when you walked out you felt like a new woman with a shiny broken heart. You got dressed and after another hour you were off to Seths.

As you drove the car Carlisle bought you for your birthday you fought yourself to not get lost in your own thoughts. Why didn’t he take the car? They took Bella’s radio but not my car? Maybe that would be something too big to not notice being gone? Before you knew it you were at Seth’s place. No matter how slow you drove you got here too fast in your head. You couldn’t express how much you didn’t want to be here but here you were. Letting out another breath you got out of the car and before you slammed your door shut the door to the cabin opened.

Turning around you saw Seth walking out with a smile on his face. Giving him a soft smile you closed your car door and walked up to him closing the distance.

“Hey.” He said smiling.

“Hi Seth.” You said softly.

“I missed you.” He said pulling you in for a hug. You tensed at the physical affection. He always hugged you when you saw each other. But it seemed all too much today. You found yourself holding back your tears immediately when you hugged him back. He wasn’t who you wanted to hold, to touch..

Pulling away after a while you sneezed and quickly wiped your eyes.

“So what do you wanna do?” you asked.

“We can watch some movies and order food if you want?” He said.

“Sure I guess that would be fine.” You replied softly. Seth smiled and you both started walking towards the cabin. Your social battery was already on hell. You had no clue how you were going to get through this.

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aviradasa · 2 months

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Drunk Dancin

Elliott (Sdv) X reader

(art from Pinterest)

This was so fun to write I hope you all enjoy! I got kinda lazy towards the end Sorry it's been awhile sense I've had inspo so this might be bad. Also I didn't proof read this shit🤣🖤

It had been a rough day on the farm, the crops were dying due to the change in season, the animals were grumpy even though they had plenty to eat and space to wander, And then to top it off the mines nearly killed me, and now I grumpily stumble to the stardrop saloon.

It's a busy night for the tiny bar. Friday nights are always like that, groups and sad lonely souls gather there to drink, sing, and stumble out sometime past midnight every Friday without fail.

As I make my way inside I see it's still relatively quiet. I walk up to the bar nodding my head to Pam who sits at her usual corner.

“Hey kid you're looking rough, what happened this time?” she asks, turning her head to me with a slight chuckle as she takes a sip of her beer. I look at her with a sigh as I slump over the bar lazily grabbing my drink and sliding it closer to me. “Oh, you know the same old shit. Crops are assholes, and my animals and the creatures in the mines want me dead.” I say lifting my cup to my lips and downing half of my drink before lowering my glass. “It’s been fun,” I say giving her a sarcastic smile.

“Jesus kid you outta slow down there wont be any good tomorrow if you're sloshed,” she says with a grin. I look at her with a raised eyebrow before I can respond. She laughs. “I’m just kidding, the best cure for a shitty day is a drink. If I had any extra cash I would buy you one outta pity but well I'm kinda runnin’ a little short for my tab as is so.. Don’t tell Gus,” she tells me with a wink, I let out a little chuckle. “ Your secrets are safe with me,” I tell her before downing the rest of my drink and calling Gus over for another, which he gladly sells me before I get up from the bar and wander to a table neatly nested in the corner. I sit down and after a few minutes, I see my good friend Leah wander into the saloon collecting her drink from the bar. She wandered to the table next to me. “ well hey their Y/n what are you up to tonight.”She asks as she pulls out her seat to sit down.

I look up at her with a grin holding up my drink. “Girl I’m drinking in hopes I don't wake up tomorrow sober!” I tell her as we both laugh. “ Jeez Y/n what the hell did you do now, don't you tell me you passed out in those mines again!” she jokes with a grin on her face as she takes a sip of her beer.

“Hey now I didn't pass out, but I got too damn close to those rock crabs are the devil.'' I shake my head as I chuckle. “ They keep sneaking up on me and by the time I see one of those things there are 3 more behind me.” I say Leah just laughs “Sounds like you need to buy some armor or something if you gonna keep going down there-” she starts to say before a new voice unintentionally cuts her off.

“Good evening Leah,y/n how are you both tonight?” the person says, looking towards the voice we see Elliott. I was starting to wonder where he was normally earlier. “ hey El where were you? You're a bit later than usual.” I ask the redhead. He just chuckles and takes a seat in between the two tables. “Well, you know how I was having a dry spell of inspiration? Well, I don't know What hit me but today I was able to get 3 chapters done in my novel! I was so caught up in it that I didn't even realize the whole day had run away from me. I feel so alive at the moment!” he tells us excitedly. For the past week, Elliott has been talking about how he had no clue what to write in this book of his, it was kind of sad to see him so upset, but now he's happy and inspired again! Don't get me wrong is amazing, I'm happy for him and even happier that he's so much more enthusiastic and optimistic now, but I just wish he was like this 3 days ago. Because now his joy is feeling a bit suffocating. Or maybe that's just because of my shitty day.

Even so, I sit there and listen to him excitedly explaining some plot twist he wanted to add to a future chapter.

As he speaks I can't help but tune into the music playing from the jukebox. It's decently loud but not enough to give you a headache and the songs playing are mostly from the 70’s and 80's. I guess Gus has decent musical taste! Who knew?

About an hour has passed and our little trio has had our fair share of drinks. We sit there joking around for a little longer before Leah thinks it might be a good idea to pull Elliott and me up to dance. “Leah I don’t know how fuckin to dance??” I slur as she pulls me up. She groans “Come on don't be lame let all just dance! I bet you can do it! Elliott, don't you think they can do it too??” she asks him. Elliott being a little less than drunk more on the tipsy side just laughs.

“ You know I think they can! Go on, go dance, you can do it,” he says, giving me a slight push. Without thinking I grab onto his hand and spin around to face him. “You know what! I’ll go if you come with us.”

Telling him to come with us was the worst thing to say ever.

Cause he was an amazing dancer with a couple of drinks under his belt. And he looked divine doing it. His red suit jacket had been long forgotten on the back of his chair, his long red hair was put up messily in a bun and he was dancing like he should have been on a stage.

He swayed and spun, stumbled once or twice, and laughed with us when we pointed it out to him. It was a beautiful thing to witness, but he didn't take my focus away completely, as Leah and I had been spinning around together, jumping up and down bobbing our heads to the beat as we stumbled and laughed.

As we dance my head starts to spin, dizziness overcoming every aspect of my mind and vision almost knocking me down. But as I stumble, a hand grabs my wrist from behind and spins me around full circle. As I nearly fall forward the person's other hand finds its way to my waist pulling me towards them, my back hits their chest and I hear a laugh. “I can see you've been having fun, you should be more careful, you just never know who you'll stumble into.”

Recognizing the voice, a dopey grin creeps onto my face as I turn my head to look at the culprit.

And just as I guessed it was Elliott standing behind me with an oddly placed smirk on his face. Seeing him sobers me up a little bit in the best way possible.

“ Well now you're the one who grabbed me, I could have stumbled my way into anyone I like. you just happened to be quick about it.” I said with a giggle as I spun around one more to the beat of the song playing. Now facing him as we move around the dancefloor.

“Yes, well. Ah, what can I say i can't think of a good excuse at the moment. I’ve wanted to dance with you for quite some time, And when I saw you had wandered out of Leah's grasp well. I suppose you can call me somewhat of an opportunist.” he says as we both let out a laugh

“ Well, I can’t say I'm complaining that you took that opportunity.” I wink “Nothing against Leah she's quite a good dancer.”

“Better than me?” Elliott says with a joking tone. “Definitely,” I responded with a grin. He places a dramatic hand on his chest as he tries to flip his hair forgetting it's put up at the moment “I’m hurt, I thought I was better than that.” he jokes. A small chuckle escapes me at the gesture before the night goes on and blurs together, not in the sense that I don't remember more like that of a watercolor painting when the colors bleed into one another as we had dancing in a wave of color that turns into something else entirely.

The door of the saloon swung open as we exited, we were one of the last few folks leaving. Leah had left about an hour prior leaving us to our fun, not without saying goodbye first. Waving goodnight to Gus, me and Elliott make our way to the town square. Stopping I turn to him with a tired look “Are you sure you wanna walk me home? It's getting pretty late.'' I asked him. It's not like the walk to the farm is long but for him to walk all the way there and then to the beach is quite the trek even with shortcuts it can take quite a while. “Of course. I'm not gonna let you walk home alone at this hour. It wouldn't be right, especially after the drinks you had earlier.” he tells me with a grin i gaze at him skeptically. Looking him up and down.

Even after the long night he looks surprisingly put together in a semi-messy way, his hair is still put up in that messy bun from earlier but now some more strands are pulled out some of them sticking to his face after the night of dancing, his white dress shirt was wrinkled now and his red coat was lazily thrown over his shoulder. Even so, his posture was still surprisingly straight though he was very slightly hunched over but it was kinda hard to notice. After a few moments, I shrugged my shoulders “Well if you insist.”I told him.

“Oh, I insist” he smiles, turning to the side he offers me his arm. I laugh a bit and take it “Trying to pull the gentlemen card tonight Elliott?” I joke as we make our way past the little garden turning the corner to make our descent down the pathway that leads to my farm. “ I don't need to pull a card. It's just who I am,” he says, his voice a bit smoother than before. Making a little heat rise to my face. I thank the dark shadows of the night for shielding the small details from his view. Damn, that silver tongue of his. I think to myself before I remember to respond “Whatever you say El.” I chuckle looking straight ahead of us. The air is cool as we walk but not uncomfortable in the slightest. It is more of a calming breeze that floats past us picking up the smell of some of the freshly bloomed spring flowers with a slight smell of rain from the previous day. I feel as though I could never tire of the night air, And to admit walking with the man that's haunted my dreams each night just adds that little bit more to it that makes it hard for me to remember that it's real.

“Well, here we are.” I hear Elliott mumble pulling me out of my thoughts. I didn’t even realize we had walked up the steps to my front porch. “ thank you so much, Elliott.'' I smile warmly at him as I release his arm from my hold. “ It was really sweet of you to walk me home tonight. And also thank you for the fun night you and Leah provided me with.” I told him.

“It's always a pleasure, and I would do it again any time any place,” he responds with a nod. a small grin gracing his features. A few moments pass before he decides to speak once more

“ Well I suppose it's getting quite late and I wouldn't want to keep you up too late so I guess I'll be going now,” he says hesitantly. I bow my head with a smile before opening my door a small bit of confidence overcoming me as I get i silly idea

“ Well, it's not that late, how about you come inside for a moment and grab some tea before you go?”

“ that. Would be lovely. As long as you don't mind.” he says taking a step inside my home.

“ I don't mind, I offered,” I responded with a laugh closing the door behind us as I went to heat the kettle. It was a small offer but it was a night neither of us would forget for a long time.

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hey!! i love your blog so much your takes are *chefs kiss*

i saw an Amazing post a few months ago where someone laid out a really cool plan for a silmarillion tv show and i cant find it again. it haunts my every waking moment. i think i saw it on your blog so i figured id ask if you knew it.

Either way, have a great day!

(note: I got this ask several thousand years ago, and am answering it now because I asked my roommates if I should write something serious tonight, or something ridiculous, or read a book; and they said ridiculous.) (note 2: I wrote the above several days ago. I'm posting at 6.5k words) (note 3: I'm going to pretend this is a deliberately timed gift to @thelordofgifs for their latest fic updates, which were bullet points of heartfelt and sober compelling canon divergence. this...is bullet points of [heartfelt? compelling?] lunacy. I hope you might enjoy it.)

Are you thinking of this, the "Supernatural but make it Silmarillion lore, and also women" show of my dreams? (Me, approaching the Tolkien estate with an offer for the rights to the Silmarillion: I swear, I will ONLY show the First Age in limited flashbacks. Everything else will be the characters as they are at least 10,000 years later, maybe even with an active framing device to identify them as modern interpretations of the characters...")

Oh huh, I forgot I thought a bunch more about that "teeechnically-not-AU" and never added it to that post. Regardless of whether it's the show you were thinking of, dear Anon:

one of the protagonists is definitely the reincarnation of Fëanor. Her name is Seraphina, which translates to something like "fiery divine being", bc her mom had a good sense of these things. They don't know this at first

her slightly older twin sister is Martha, named after their grandmother but it does mean the feminine of "master", because I spent at least an hour trying to translate any name Turin ever had into something reasonably modern and this is the best I could do (they also don't know about this reincarnation at first, ofc)

their father was killed by some sort of monster when they were babies so their mother took up monster-hunting ranging, etc. etc.

(the underground community of modern monster-hunters are called Rangers, in reference to the roaming heroes of old)

Seraphina, the Wild One(TM), ran away to go to college, where she double-majored in astrophysics and mechanical engineering and double-minored in linguistics and metallurgical engineering, and wrote an art history thesis. Martha, the Dutiful One(TM), stayed with their mother and kept ranging. They reunite when Martha shows up on Phina's doorstep because "Mom went on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days", etc. etc.

the Bobby-style substitute parent should really, to (kind of) round this out, be a dwarf or hobbit. The full "Team Free Will" should represent all peoples of Arda... But I'm not making up OCs right now (yet)

a unifying legend of the Ranger community is that their unofficial network has been supported and guided for millennia by their cousins, the peredhel, Elrohir and Elladan, who quite simply never Chose and have been wandering the earth, saving people and hunting things, ever since their sister died. They don't NEED to Choose until they die, technically!

This is, in fact, true - or, it was. Until about 25 years ago, when [flips a coin] Elrohir married our heroes' mother, settled down into peaceful domesticity, and a few years later died dramatically to buy [throws a dart at a wheel of names] Laura and their children time to escape the whatever.

Laura knew about his profession and that he was older than he looked, but not his whole deal. She found that out later while vengefully hunting monsters...and never told her daughters.

The plot of Season 1 involves unravelling this mystery, including at some point meeting their elusive uncle Elladan (who has maybe gone a little mad with the sudden death of his twin? That'd be a fun season antagonist/arc/theme...dealing with grief...very topical!)

By the end of s1, all of the above have probably had a nice closure-giving(-ish) confrontation/conversation with Elrohir's ghost - who's been waiting in Mandos for his wife and/or brother despite Mandos's INCREASINGLY strident blandishments to stop acting like a cat in a doorway and choose - and Laura and Elladan are both dead in suitably dramatic circumstances.

...or, Elladan is. Apparently John Winchester didn't die until s2e1! So, what happens is:

- (earlier in the s1 finale episode, Laura, noticed something once or twice which her daughters didn't - saw a curl of smoke, seemed to be examining a McGuffin extra closely...)

- Laura has been mildly injured, and someone needs to guard a McGuffin or maybe a random innocent civilian caught up in this, so she stays behind while Phina and Martha go off to deal with whatever the actual big bad of the season is. Maybe a cult trying to sacrifice half-elves for some reason? Directed, though not personally managed, by whatever killed Elrohir in the first place, which is...I gotta figure an OC balrog? Like, not one of the big ones from canon. We'll just call her (Laura's) Bane henceforth.

- not long later, while Phina and Martha are fistbumping in the remains of the cult's hideout Seraphina maybe have used chemical explosives), or maybe discretely looting Elladan's body for useful weapons laying their uncle to rest, the scene cuts back to Laura

- she's pacing, patrolling. Ready for a fight. She senses something and goes even tenser, drawing her ancient sword. It glows softly blue - but this is no orc. Heavy footsteps, flickering shadows and firelight, maybe the sound of wings. We do not see the enemy, just a middle-aged woman in improvised combat gear with a pistol in one hand and a Gondolin-made sword in the other, and a look of iron determination and defiance. She pulls off the bandage on her arm, revealing that she'd faked her injury so the girls would leave her behind.

- "I knew it was you," she greets her old enemy, unflinching, as a faint reprise rings unnoticed in the Great Music. She moves to attack, met by a whip-crack and a flash of fire, and cut to black.

Season 2 starts where s1 ended, for Martha and Seraphina. They're almost back at their car (the beloved 1967 Chevy Shadowfax). Note: few times in s1, Phina has had strange visions or nightmares, never anything prophetic but once a good clue to defeating the MotW...

She reels with the force and horror of this one. Darkness, utter and choking, pierced eventually by a single desperate torch. A dark and empty hall where there should be life and light. Flickering firelight reveals blood on the floor...

She gasps, "Mom," and demands that Martha drive, drive, fucking drive faster already -

They're too late, of course. Laura is long-since dead.

...so, back to Monster of the Week, with additional focus on tracking down the Bane!

Seraphina's strange dreams and visions get more frequent, more memorable. Sometimes they're peaceful, full of beautiful Light. More often they're dark, or at least, dim - climbing strange, starlit mountains (finding a cousin of aconite which turns out to also be useful for defeating werewolves). Choking grief as her hand brushes the air just above a vibrant tapestry, too afraid to ruin it with touch. Fire in her throat as she shouts world-shaking words in a language she doesn't remember (she repeats them a moment later, fending off a corrupted wind-spirit, and it flinches even before Phina feels a burst of vicious, raging, burning strength.)

Seraphina is curious as hell and keeps pushing herself to learn more, see more. Do more. It's not just visions, eventually - she starts to read minds, here and there. She's always been a fidgeter, happiest with some petty creative task of wire and beads or yarn in her hands, but now she can swear that sometimes her craft supplies sing at times, directly surpassing her ears, and she can make things with quality, with power. A new-knitted scarf is sturdy as a gorget. Glass beads glow. The more Phina does, the more she's frustrated rather than satisfied - she knows she's missing something, and she HATES being ignorant. Being wrong.

Martha, always the responsible one, especially feeling the need to be so now that their mom has died, wishes she would stop. Wishes she wouldn't put herself, put both of them, in danger like this. Martha is literally game to fight an orc with her fists one on one, any day of the week; she's no stranger to a quick temper and impulsive action. But she grew up! Why can't her sister!

(Martha: [venting the above to a stranger in a bar or something. Meanwhile, Seraphina has found an medieval Songbook and is trying to, like, apply principals of Elvencraft to chemical engineering. more arguing ensues.])

Toward the end of the season, there's, idk, several murders at the site of a geothermal drilling experiment in the North Sea, and oh shit, Bane is trying to get something that came out of that drill shaft! Violent interrogation of some evil minions reveals that it's no less precious thing than a Silmaril! Our heroes read about those recently in some ancient tome! (Phina got a headache so bad, and a sense of being aflame, that she passed out.)

In the third-to-last episode of the season, they hunt the Silmaril to the unlucky random research facility to which it's been taken. Mundane authorities and/or scientists are already coveting it as a potential energy source, adding extra mooks...who mostly just die when Laura's Bane arrives. But our girls get to it just slightly faster. The jewel is in a jead-lined box. Phina has been increasingly consumed by single-minded focus on getting this thing; even as the Ban storms in all fire and darkness, she's furiously picking the lock. She flings back the lid; we see a shining gold-white jewel - and the Light consumes the screen.

The second-to-last episode starts with pure Light - then it fades to simple Mingling, as the Noldor hold a funeral for Miriel. They had rites for the fallen in their starlit home of old, when they knew no return. They are having a modified version now, knowing that in her weariness she will, at least, take a very long time; in the hope that it will help those who loved her move through their grief.

- young Fëanor (age 5ish), tears running down his cheeks, whispers to his father that he is sorry, so sorry he killed her. Finwë denies it fiercely, lovingly, and holds him tight. Indis approaches, seeking to offer comfort; Finwë sees her over Fëanor's head and, gratefully, shakes his head. She retreats.

- but in the next memory, it is Fëanor (age 10ish) who watches Finwë and Indis, as they move joyously in unison around their wedding dance floor. Someone says something to him, he responds bitterly.

- (I'm not sure exactly what narrative of Fëanor's life I want to construct here, but assume subsequent memories/short scenes include: dislike of half-siblings (ft. fear of loss/abandonment masked as superiority complex), finding genuine joy and contentment in craft, exploration, and Nerdanel & their children; Melkor & rising tensions with Fingolfin, the Silmarils, the sword Incident, banishment (ft. savage dislike of Valar), Finwë's death (the same memory that struck when Laura died!), the Oath, Alqualondë, the theft and burning of the ships...and Amrod...and shortly thereafter, Fëanor himself, in a rush that only wasn't suicide because he really thought he could bust in and kill a Vala right up until he realized he absolutely could not do that.)

- (very fast final montage of key events post death, only snapshots, maybe styled as tapestry seen from Vairë's Halls? Fingolfin, crowned, raising Maedhros from a bow and embracing him; the glorious hosts and castles of the Noldor, Dagor Bragollach, Fingolfin's death, Doriath & Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin's deaths, Sirion & Amras's death (both with the Silmaril evading them in the background), Morgoth's defeat by Host of the West with Eärendil shining far overhead, the final attack/theft, Maedhros's death, Maglor flinging the third into the sea and collapsing)

- camera close on Seraphina's face as she opens her eyes. They are shining with Light. She says, "Fuck."

FINAL EPISODE OF S2 STARTS WITH:

- a few second earlier: Martha sees from across the room as Phina opens the box and a joyous Light shines forth, and her sister collapses. The Silmaril falls and rolls.

- Martha doesn't have time to see where it rolls, because she has to fight the monster that killed both her parents. We've seen Laura's Bane in the shape of a woman with cavern-black hair and fiery eyes a few times before, and when it killed Laura and Elrohir, we glimpsed much more. But 2 episodes ago was the first time we saw it in all its terrible, burning darkness. The building is falling apart around it. There were a couple security guards and a scientist here; they're dead within moments.

- like her mother, Martha started out with a gun and a sword. She quickly gives up on the gun - it IS a special magic gun, but she's just better with a sword. She's snarking at the monster as she fights, because this is a gritty urban fantasy show so she's going to die, but by Eru she's going to die with sarcasm on her lips.

- the Bane's whip finally catches her around the wrist. It's not clear if it's the pain of the break or the burn that makes her drop her sword. The Balrog steps over it and grabs her by the throat. Darkness enwraps her, the searing, choking claws and the all-encompassing wings and the swallowing of her vision -

- Light pierces it like a blade. The Balrog falls back, dropping Martha to the floor.

- there stands her sister, Silmaril raised, almost glowing herself with its Light. Her eyes blaze with the particularly fiery Light that was always Fëanor's.

- Power in her voice, in English she says, "I am Seraphina Elrohiel [cool epithet she's picked up as a hunter]"; in the most traditional lisping Quenya she adds, "and I am Fëanáro Finwë-Curufinwë." English again: "I wrought this jewel five ages of the world ago…and to be honest, I don't really know what I can do with it now."

- - (the soundtrack crescendos, the Music crescendos; unseen, all around Arda and beyond, beings tuned into the Great Song of Ëa know that Fëanor once again holds a Silmaril, and go oh, shit, fuck!!)

- she smiles, fey and burning. "Do you think it's a good idea to stay and find out?"

- Laura's Bane flees with a snarl.

- Martha gets to her knees, and no further. She's panting, still catching her breath, bleeding and bruised and burned, and staring up at her incandescent sister(?).

- Seraphina (who is, has always been, Fëanáro Curufinwë) stays standing and glaring for a moment more, making sure the enemy has truly gone. Then -

- - [note: it came up, in their hasty recent recent research into the Silmarils while chasing them, that they are blessed such that evil hands can't touch them. they'd hoped this would be protection against the Bane, if they got there too late to stop it]

- - [note: in the very very brief memory-views of Maedhros and Maglor's last moments, it was clear that their grips on the Silmarils were agony]

- Phina falls to her knees, Silmaril dropping from her hand without protest. Once again it rolls offscreen, glow faded but still bright. All force of presence gone, she cradles her burned hand and sobs in agony and irreparable loss, not to mention the sheer overwhelming experience of everything.

- older sister instincts (again: despite the fact that they're twins) gets Martha moving when nothing else did. Still not actually sure what just happened, she crawls forward and hugs her sister.

...then they get out of there. Martha picks the Silmaril up carefully with a piece of cloth and puts it back in the lead-lined box, and Phina carries the box. For the rest of the episode, they hunt down Laura's Bane before it can escape them utterly - unless it tries to come back and get the Silmaril while they're still off-balance, which is entirely possible! Either way, they kill it so dead!

Season ends with the two of them sitting in a dingy motel room, or maybe back in the Shadowfax [car], staring at the Silmaril box. Martha says, "So...what do we do with this?" Phina says, "We find out what the hell happened to the other two!"

IN SEASON THREE...

...I stop having particularly coherent ideas for what happens, is what happens in season three

honestly, I was originally conceiving of this as 5 seasons a la Supernatural didn't it have a great show finale in 2010? so great. thank goodness they didn't make 10 more seasons for some canonically godforsaken reason. But Fëanor retrieving even just one Silmaril would so kick off an s4 level of divine intervention and incipient apocalypse...

I dunno, or maybe they CAN have a full season of Monster of the Week plus arcing plot which is half standard hunting, half various supernatural entities tracking them down either to steal the Silmaril or to kill Fëanor (again) for her many crimes?

They retrieve 1 Silmaril that season, while evading, idk, I guess Sauron is our Lilith equivalent... And it WOULD be fun to have s4 start with Martha kicking open Mandos's doors (she's holding 2 Silmarils; she can kick open whatever doors she wants) and demanding her obnoxious sister back...

(We COULD do a thing where the Valar deliberately put Fëanor back asap, but lbr they...would probably rather not, even if they need her alive to do certain things. On the other hand, if they did, what a fun conflict for her! On the third hand, SOMEONE has to Lúthien the other's Beren at least once - not that Martha is singing. She's going more for the 'threatens Ainur with swords' side of her heritage.)

(That WOULD create a fun 'Martha has been doing increasingly badass and angsty shit offscreen (while Seraphina was dead)' scenario that could lead smoothly into some flashbacks about what Martha was doing before the show started - namely, increasingly badass (and angsty) shit while Seraphina was in college...)

Because in terms of focus, the first 2 seasons are a little more about Seraphina. Having not Ranged for a while, she's more the audience's pov character to start, and then the big plotty drama is focussed on her in s2...and in s3, as they hunt the next Silmaril and she adjusts to being... That is, Fëanor adjusts to being...

She was Fëanor for a MUCH longer time than she's been Seraphina, but she's been Seraphina more recently and kinda more...vividly? She hasn't fully processed being Fëanor. Her hröa is human (and female-shaped and human-female-gendered, and elves don't define gender the same way and don't have gendered pronouns at all, so she's sticking with 'she/her' and it's not a big deal), and her fëa has been acting human, so her memory capacity is still mostly human, as are her reflexes, her need for sleep, etc... She's getting better, but it takes time.

But boy has this enhanced ALL of Seraphina's natural attention-seeking, forward-leaping, fight-starting, prideful, self-centered Protagonist(TM) behavior!

Which is driving Martha CRAZY, all the moreso because there's reason for it now. Aside from the fact that even with no memory of her past life, Seraphina was always brilliant, while Martha was just...normal at best. Clumsy and un-witty except with a weapon in her hand. Prone to sulking and shyness. Downright unlucky, while the universe seems to shower blessings on her sister.

Even when Fëanor is trying not to start a fight, she's so condescending. to her sister who is a mere mortal Man. Having been one for 25-odd years - still being one, in fact - Fëanor has lost much of her suspicion of Man as an usurping species (it was never really about Men anyway). But she's SO condescending.

(Martha IS her sister, still. Martha can hold the Silmaril without the Oath pushing Seraphina to burning wrath, because she is Fëanor's kin.)

(Though "Fëanor's kin" was only ever a stand-in for, roughly, "people Fëanor could trust to temporarily hold a Silmaril because he knew they'd give it back to him instantly if he asked." So, as the rift deepens between then, as she grows paranoid again...)

...returning to the point above: as Seraphëanor steps up as Person Who Can Explain Advanced Supernatural Shit, audience pov connects a little more with Martha. Also because Fëanor's radius of destruction is really fun to watch from the outside.

Yeah...Seraphina gets pretty high up her own ass over the course of s3, then dies, maybe heroically or maybe as foolishly as last time, then post-season hiatus smash cut to Martha kicking in Mandos's front door and dragging her back to life... I do love that.

SEASON FOUR...

After the shock wears of, the classic Fëanorian paranoia isn't helped by the fact that Martha IS keeping secrets. What she's been doing, who she's been doing it with...(some Maia, maybe even an Úmaia?) Though Arda's mythology doesn't have the same Heaven/Hell dichotomy as Earthly Christianity, so alaos we can't have the sexy sexy s4 thing of an angel on one sister's shoulder and a devil on the other's...

But basically I think s3 has to have been somewhat of a tragedy, as Túrin (unknowing) and Fëanor (just bad at this) played out their old tragedies in tandem. Rashness was often the undoing of both. Leaping to conclusions, action or both, though usually in opposite directions. With maybe a dash of parallels with ancient (ie, Second Age) Elf vs Man conflict - Martha is increasingly down on herself, but also, jealous of Seraphina's Protagonist Energy and increasingly ready to do some violence about it.

And none of that resolves in s3! Seraphina just gets killed!

So in s4, they have to figure it out. Seraphina needs to learn some sort of (gasp) humility, and how to let grievances (and loved ones) go. Martha needs to learn how to cope with regret and grief with means other than changing her name and moving to a different city.

(She's already starting, though! This time, she asked "what would Seraphina do', then broke into Mandos and demanded solutions!)

(...and Mandos, perhaps, was very ready to refuse until he got a good look at her fëa, silently went 'huh' in recognition, and waved them out.)

Then Martha starts having strange dreams and visions - maybe after they fight an ancient dragon? or maybe she already was, in the s3-s4 gap (after fighting an ancient dragon with her new Maia friend?)

Seraphina is initially PSYCHED about this- twinnies for real!! But they get some entity to look at Martha's fëa and they confirm that she's 100% a Man.

Monster of the Week episodes are still the main focus btw. Vampires and werewolves, cursed magical objects, rogue petty nature maiar, peacekeeping between factions of non-humans still dwelling secretly here and there... Though perhaps the masquerade is starting to fracture?

And, of course, some (other?) Maia has shown up and informed them that Sauron is embodied again and trying to complete a ritual to break a hole in the envelope of the world to let Melkor back in, which our heroes must stop!

Also, definitely need to get the 3rd Silmaril back this season. They got the one in the earth and the one in the sea...

- so, a fan favorite recurring character [a/n: IT'S MY IMAGINARY TV, I CAN IMAGINE THE FANDOM'S REACTIONS, TOO, AND ALSO TBH I'M CERTAIN I COULD DELIBERATELY CRAFT A FAN FAVORITE CHARACTER] is the twins' Uncle Earl, who isn't technically their uncle but rather an old family friend of their mother's. He is, in short, kind of an old kook. Some flavor of Southern - I'll flip a coin and say Louisianan? Lives on a houseboat, refuses to go ashore unless absolutely necessary because "the feds'll get me." Visiting nieces means there's someone else to go get groceries and gasoline (necessary, but he doesn't trust most delivery services or modern technology, either), so they've possibly never seen him set foot on land except maybe once on an isolated beach in rural Oregon. Fought in Korea. Has probably looked grizzled since age 12. Eats mostly fish, talks to birds, talks back to the radio.

- to be clear, this guy is not filling the Bobby 'faux-parent' role. ...okay maybe he is a little, emotionally. But he's not involved in "the family business." In terms of SPN characters, he's roughly Garth - appears once a season or so, is a delight for 1 episode, then we part ways. He calls Martha in s1 because there's been some "weird deaths" in the port he's in right now, and he knows they deal with "this sort of thing" but he can't get ahold of Laura. There's a mention of him in s2, that they called to tell him Laura had died. In s3, they need to lay low for a while so they join him on his boat for a few weeks, go stir-crazy and end up fighting a sea monster.

- Idk if he calls them again in s4 or they're trying to lie low again or they just run into him by chance...but they're dealing with MotW murders in some swampy Florida shore-town and on his ship (The Flower) when something much bigger than a swamp monster catches up with them. Say, Sauron sent an unstoppable Carcharoth-sized wolf monster, or maybe a super-vampire (some aerial combat would be fun), or just some Úmaia miniboss that a season or two would've been a season-climax boss fight...

- they're moored up when it arrives. Phina curses, Martha shouts for Earl to drive, drive the boat out as far and fast as he can! Earl was half-asleep at the table; he starts awake demanding if it's the feds?! Phina leaps to the wheel herself and slams the gas, while Martha grabs the old shotgun off the wall and fires at the giant shadowy wolf-monster.

They leave it howling on the pier. They'll have to go back and face it eventually, but they're not ready right now. Maybe they can even re-land far upshore, and it'll have lost their scent again...

- the giant shadow-wolf finishes howling starts chasing them running on the water

- Martha curses, and shouts Phina to drive faster. Earl (looking over Martha's shoulder, also cursed, almost impressed, at the sight of the wolf) tells her to give him the wheel. Phina shoves him away and shouts back as she yanks the wheel that they need to turn back, they can't win this fight on the water -

- the wolf is snapping at the Flower's keel. Phina curses in Valarian and yells at Earl to take the wheel and steer them back to land, while she runs back to help Martha fight the wolf.

- Earl flips a red lever in the [boat mechanics] cabinet under the wheel which we've probably seen before (Seraphina fixed something in s1), labeled "High Octane" and shouts, "Hold on, girls!" He slams the throttle again and the whole houseboat hydroplanes. The wolf falls overboard; Phina goes with it but Martha grabs her.

- the wolf gets to its feet on the water, and starts chasing them again

- "Confession time, girls!" Uncle Earl calls, steering the boat beyond full throttle while Martha and Phina get to their feet. "I did befriend your ma's dad while he was fighting in Korea. He whispered to the stars at night, when he felt lost." Adjusts a standing spyglass, tugs a string a couple times to turn on the lanterns on the prow and above the steering console, dons his navy blue-and-gold captain's hat. "I thought I couldn't have been happier to guide him home - then Elrohir met his Laura, and they fell in love. And had the two of you!"

- "Do you have a point?" Phina shrieks. She's scrambling to get her jacket out of her bag under one of the seats, because her Silmarils are in its pockets and the shadow-wolf is gaining. Martha, shooting at the wolf again, glances back, maybe having noticed that the old anecdote is phrased differently than before. Old Uncle Earl is standing unusually straight, his grizzled-gray hair gold-ish in the warm lantern light.

- "Yes!" he calls, jerking the boat away from the wolf again. Some of his Louisiana accent has fallen away, too. "Don't lose your wits - and keep holding on to something!"

- he tugs the light-cord again and the yellowy lantern-case above the wheel opens, and the light that shines forth is far brighter and paler. Its source falls into his hand as the lantern shakes with the Flower's speed, and he sets it on the brim of his hat - the illusion of which fades, leaving only the golden band on his brow with the Silmaril set upon, and Eärendil standing as tall, young, and golden-haired as when he first sailed the sacred seas. He gives the wheel another stern yank and the ship's prow rises even higher - and keeps rising, with the rest of the Flower in tow - the Foamflower, Vingilotë, every plank now aglow.

- "Also," he admits, looking over his shoulder to make sure neither of the twins has fallen off (again), "I'm your great-grandfather. I really am sorry to have - hey!"

- that's for Seraphina, who is Fëanor, Oath blazing in her heart, regaining her balance, sprinting up the deck and lunging with wrath in her eyes for the Silmaril.

- Eärendil dodges smoothly, while still keeping one hand on the wheel. "I said," he says reprovingly - while Martha bodily tackles her sister to the floor - "keep your wits Fëanáro. I'm here to help, as I ever have been for the people of Arda."

- the girls wrestle on the deck for a few more seconds before Seraphina calms down. It helps that they realize the wolf had grown giant wings of shadow and is chasing them aloft as well.

- btw: late in s4, the dwarvish researcher who's Bobby's fill-in and/or Martha's probably-trustworthy Maia friend should really be present as well for all of the above, but this ain't really about them. So I think they're just kinda. awkwardly Present for this family not-reunion. helping fight the wolf & all that.

- (Eärendil doesn't actually give back the Silmaril. But he lets Seraphina hold it for a few minutes, during which she is more at peace than she has been in millennia, and promises to let her have it again if/when she really needs it, if it isn't more urgently needed elsewhere. This is, more or less, satisfying to the Oath: as discussed "Fëanor's kin" was only ever shorthand for "people whom Fëanor could trust to hold a Silmaril without ever withholding it from him.")

Eeexcept it turns out that even Eärendil doesn't know that the Valar DO want Morgoth back, because they're kinda totally down to have Dagor Dagorath and reboot the world. Look it'll be great - Túrin - that's you, Martha - will help Eonwë and Tulkas slay him, then Fëanor will break the Silmarils, releasing the Light so that Eru can use it to Remake the world, Unmarred this time - Hey, where are you Children going? Stop stabbing people! Stab only the people we tell you to stab!

(Ulmo, ever wise, offscreen: When has that EVER worked? Especially with Fëanáro and his kin?)

Yeah, there's a scene very much like the end of SPN s4, wherein Martha gets grabbed by the celestial "good guys" and they admit that this is all kinda set-up but don't worry - here's your destined fuckoff-huge black sword, just wait a few minutes for your "sister" to once again achieve an evil end that's the exact opposite of what she intended; and then Martha has to convince the Maia she's been befriending all season to help her escape and go rescue Seraphina before she jumpstarts the apocalypse...

(Nb: Martha was already trying to stop Sauron from freeing Morgoth when the season started - she broke Seraphina out of Mandos party bc she loved and missed her sister, partly because she needed a Silmaril expert. But she's grown skeptical of the task somehow, while Seraphina - perhaps because Seraphina - has gotten vengefully obsessed with it. As Fëanor is wont to do. Hell, she has even more reason than she used to - she knows what Sauron did to her grandson.)

So, y'know

They do, of course, accidentally free Morgoth.

On the plus side, in the process, they get to jointly murder the SHIT out of Sauron, who was the REAL mastermind behind much of Laura's Bane's actions (and, honestly? Might've been the real one who killed Laura, and only set it up to look like a Balrog. Flames and shadows both can have many masters!)

SEASON FIVE, THE FINAL SEASON DEFINITELY FOLLOWED BY NO FURTHER SEASONS despite the temptation of a terrible sexy humanoid Ungoliant

I only have 3 ideas for season 5:

1. They go to Valinor at some point, of course. Perhaps to rally aid? The first elf they find, they introduce themselves grandly, Fëanor and Túrin Turambar here seeking allies to fight Morgoth! and the elf says blankly, "I have never heard of either of you." *squints* "You're Men, you say? Lord Ulmo keeps a Man on Tol Eressëa, I think. You could go to him?" But after that, as a running joke all episode, every other elf they meet recognizes Fëanor on sight (she has a very distinctive fëa) and immediately punches her in the face...and every other elf recognizes Tùrin on sight and all but tackle-hugs Martha while shouting joyfully that they never expected to see him again. Some (Beleg) actually do tackle-hug her (and nearly gets stabbed again) (#worthit).

2. To everyone's surprise, including the other Valar, Morgoth started his war upon creation subtly when he returned...but doesn't remain subtle for long, nor do those opposing him. By the end of the season, the masquerade that non-human sentient peoples and various other supernatural beings still live in Arda is all but shattered.

3. Then it's THOROUGHLY shattered in the finale. I don't know if the general human populace participates in the final battle - though I am SO weak for a moment when, like, the regular-ass armed forces, who are not necessarily allies to the heroes, show up to help fight a massive superhuman threat. When the SHIELD helicarrier shows up to evacuate civilians in Age of Ultron, when UNIT does pretty much anything in Doctor Who...I love it when the best protections & warriors the mundane human race could pull together also show the fuck up and help save the day because damnit, this is their planet too. ...Which is, in fact, very on-theme for Tolkien. So yes, actually, this definitely happens. Probably there's some conflict with US military forces mid-season, our heroes have to talk (fight & escape) their way out of being arrested for blowing up a national landmark while fighting a balrog, and the general in charge whom they'd half-convinced returns in the finale with a battalion to slam some missiles into Morgoth...

oh, and 4: Ar-Pharazón et al totally do come back from the dead. Probably on Morgoth's side lbr. They get a twisted undead immortality wherein they cannot die, just go on fighting for the dark lord to whom they once turned in jealous worship...

More importantly...

Okay, I really don't know exactly how the Dagor Dagorath goes. We're following the version that Eärendil will chase Morgoth from the skies; Tulkas, Eonwë and Túrin will fight him upon the field and Túrin will avenge his House and all the Race of Men by slaying him; and Fëanor will break the Silmarils and Yavanna will use their Light to remake the Trees, and the lands will be leveled or in some cases raised from the depths, and everyone will live happily ever after except possibly Men who aren't mentioned beyond Túrin.

This is what the Valar expect to happen (though they don't actually know-know Eru's plans.)

What happens instead is...

Most of the Morgoth-defeating does go exactly like that. Except probably they don't kill him for good - they CAN'T, because the Marring of the world is part of what Morgoth is, and the only way to undo him completely is to remake the world completely.

Which maybe could be done, by Eru if no one else, if He were beseeched? Which might be done with the strength of the Silmarils, their Light released?

And Seraphina does break the Silmarils. That's important for her - giving up her Protagonist role, just as slaying Morgoth - embracing her Protagonist role - is important for Martha.

...but I don't think they give the Light back to Yavanna. No offense to the Trees, but they never illuminated most of Arda anyway, and the world is round now anyway - and making it flat again would fuck it up - and we have, like, electrical lights, now.

Hell, maybe Seraphina is ready to give up the Light... Her instinct is to hold it back, to follow her own novel plans with it, but, oh, to regain what was lost! And she has come around on...some of the Valar. Selectively. Yavanna's one of the okay ones.

- but Martha, half-dead from the battle, drops to her knees beside her and catches her hands before she can loose the Light upward unto the grasp of the Tree-Queen.

- "Together?" Martha says (Túrin Turambar, ever the greatest Men had to offer - bull-headed, loyal, brave, unafraid of death, loving and losing and loving again).

- Seraphina's trembling lips curve into a fierce grin (Fëanäro Curufinwë, ever the greatest Elves had to offer - brilliant in mind and spirit, devoted, ever seeking to preserve and glorify the beauty of the world, and eventually learning some wisdom about letting go).

- "Together," she agrees.

- together, they hold the Light that once shone in the Trees, the Lamps, and the Flame Eternal of Creation itself; and as they release it, reach for the Great Music of Ëa that is deep in both their blood - for they are the daughters of Elrohir, son of Elrond, son of Elwing daughter of Dior son of Lúthien Tinúviel, daughter of Melian the Maia; and indeed, even before that, they are both trueborn Children of Eru, are they not? - and eschew utterly the Choice of the Peredhel by leaving the world round but Un-Sundering the Sea, that the kindred might still live apart, if they wished it - the Elder in their land undying, the Younger in their realms of quick and sometimes joyful, often savage change - but that they might visit one another, at least, as they pleased.

(I mean, wasn't the false division of siblings the whole problem from the start?)

Random Additional Features of this Show/AU/Thing

All elf and ainu side characters, canonical and not, will be cast gender-blindly, and characters referred to with the understanding that elvish personal pronouns don't necessarily correlate with physical phenotype, but Ainur do generally try to match local standards of gender assignment. Dwarves will all use he/him (and have beards!) even when fairly clearly female.

I have no idea what Martha is doing for gender once she remembers being Túrin. With all the time Túrin spent with Elves, she probably rolls pretty smoothly with being she/her now, though it's weird. Her memories definitely integrate more easily than Fëanor/Seraphina's, though, as much because she's the same kind of being both times as because there's less of them.

Both protagonists are definitely bisexual. Martha has a range of love interests; it's a running joke (at first) that Seraphina has a total Thing for redheads. Any kind of redhead. But especially creative ones - any kind of art or invention.

The role of Gabriel WILL be played by Maglor, albeit with a different death (don't worry, he'll be back for the finale) and much more...gloominess. And angst. Okay, and maybe his first appearance, in s1 or 2, IS cursing them - not knowing who they are - into a musical episode. (A WOMAN HAS NEEDS; THE WOMAN IS ME.)

When Martha meets Fingolfin and/or any of Fëanor's other siblings, probably in s5 but maybe s4, they immediately Vibe completely. It's the shared experience of growing up with Fëanor for a sibling. Needless to say, Seraphina Hates This.

Their chief researcher friend is a dwarf, who is also on the young-ish side I think, and a woman (he/him).

There's gotta be a notable hobbit on the Team before the end, too...but overall, hobbits remain symbolically representative of the Civilians in this war story.

Durin is alive again somewhere. Durin usually reincarnates in time to guide his people through particularly difficult times - or, to try. Their dwarf friend - what the hell, I'll just call him Bobby - tries SO hard to be Cool about meeting him, and fails SO hard.

I generally prefer to judge and characterize the Valar and associated Maiar as fallible to the point of clumsiness or negligence but basically wise and thoroughly benevolent...but I AM willing to throw some of them under the characterization bus for ease of making conflict in this hypothetical CW show.

...I probably have many more random thoughts but it's 3am and I want to post this whole insane thing. Feel free to ask me questions if you have them! And/or petition both the Tolkien estate and a major TV network for the rights, money, and support to help me make the terrible but wonderful show we deserve!

#the silmarillion #supernatural #my fic #feanor #turin turambar

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I Won't Say Im In Love 🎩🌻

Author's note: this fic is a fic about my Lyney x oc ship (yeah this is an ocxcanon fic) also apologies if the pacing and grammar is weird im not that good at writing yet 😔 Also this is my first time posting my writing in tumblr i tried my best with the formatting so yeah thats it i hope you like it qwq

Tags: fluff (i think), Amaranthe being in denial, basically the whole fic is based on I Won't Say Im In Love from Hercules (hence the title), semi-proofread

That Cheshire cat smile, those glinting lilac eyes, and piercing yet gentle gaze, they wouldn't get off of her mind.

Ever since the magic show that Lyney performed for her birthday at the estate, she felt something warm and fuzzy inside of her chest. She quickly ignores it thinking the feeling will go away.

She was wrong.

Every waking hour, her mind lingers on the thought of his gaze and charming antics, the way those precious compliments that she hold so dear slip out of his lips, and the feeling after he softly plants a kiss on the back of her hand.

She snaps out of her trance only to see the magician's figure that she subconsciously sketched on her sketchbook. Flustered, Amaranthe slams the book close before shoving a cookie on her mouth furiously in hopes of these thoughts to go away, cursing herself for thinking such things.

"Watcha thinking about there Amaranthe? You seemed a bit troubled there.. And flustered."

Charlotte questions the artist from across the room.

"Have you paid the rent yet, roommate?"

Amaranthe says, speaking while her mouth full. The Steambird journalist smirks playfully before sitting down next to her.

"Dont even try avoiding the question, Amaranthe. Something is clearly on your mind, dont even try to deny it either."

Amaranthe stayed silent while chewing on the pastry, she then swallows it and speaks with a flustered look.

"Ok fine, I've been thinking about Mr. Lyney—"

"YOU ARE?! DO YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR HIM?!"

Charlotte exclaimed as she slams her hands on top of the table, a wide grin spreads across her face.

"No no no no no NO! I- its not like that..!" Amaranthe tries to maintain her composure, bringing her hair to cover up her crimson red cheeks.

"Your face says otherwise though." Amaranthe glared at Charlotte, signaling her to stop teasing. The painter sighs before reopening her sketchbook and stares at her sketch of the magician's familiar face. Charlotte gasp out of surprise, pointing at the drawing trying not to laugh.

"You're clearly in love with him, i wont blame you though, he's very charming."

"Im not in love with him! There's no way im in love with a nincompoop like him!"

Amaranthe yelled with a flustered look painted across her face, she sighs before closing the sketchbook. She stands up from her seat and walks towards the door.

"C'mon Charlotte, we cant be late for the twins' magic show."

"Welcome one and all to Lyney and Lynette's magic show!"

The crowd cheers, enthusiastic comments can be heard amongst the crowd, Amaranthe sat on her front row seat, looking at the young magician's purple eyes.

The young painter observes his every move, the sleight of his hands, and the way the corner of his lips curves up into a wide grin as he hears he audience's amused reactions. Lyney then meet Amaranthe's gaze, sending butterflies into her stomach, she felt her fingers curl against the soft red cushions of her seat. She averted her eyes away from him, trying to maintain her composure.

Oh archons, she hated how much he makes her feel this way.

She continues watching the performance, every single trick the magicians pull never cease to amaze her, she finds herself gasping and clapping with awe while a faint smile spread across her lips.

The twins then take their final bows and descend into the curtains, before the crowd gather at the opera house's entrance to take their leave.

Amaranthe was about to set foot on the outdoors when a familiar voice calls out her name, she turned around to face him with a curious painted on her face.

Once Lyney caught up with her, he takes a few moments to catch his breath before meeting her eyes with a wide grin on his face.

"Amaranthe! How was the show, my lady?"

"The show is fantastic as always, Mr. Lyney. You and Ms. Lynette's tricks never failed to surprise me."

"Thank you, my lady! Say, would you like a special trick just for you before you and your friend depart?" The magician said with a charming smile.

A trick just for her? Amaranthe would be lying if she says that she isn't interested, so she nodded. Lyney grinned wider before proceeding to pull out a card that has a flower imprinted on it, Amaranthe tilted her head in curiosity. Then, at the sleight of his hand, the card dissappeared and a Rainbow rose took its place.

"For you, my lady." Lyney said with a soft smile.

Amaranthe looks at the flower as her cheeks grow warmer and waer by the minute, she heard him let out a soft chuckle as soon as he caught sight of her reddening face.

"Th- thanks." She takes the Rainbow rose and twirls it in between her fingers to admire its beauty.

Then suddenly, Lyney gave Amaranthe a quick peck on her cheek. When he pulled away, she gently stroked the spot of the kiss, looking at the magician with widened eyes.

"I think i should take my leave now. See you tomorrow, my lady Amaranthe."

Lyney then walked away to meet his waiting sister, Amaranthe stood there, watching his figure getting smaller and smaller before she can no longer see him from her sight.

So many thoughts crowded Amaranthe's confused mind. Her cheeks are warm and decorated with pink hues, her hands are trembling, and she feels like butterflies will burst out of her stomach.

"Ugh what's the matter with me.."

"You're in love that's what" Charlotte said with a wide grin.

Her teal eyed friend's voice startled her, snapping out her trance.

"I saw what happened Amaranthe. Admit it, you like Lyney. Wait no, admit that youre in love with him!"

"For the last time Charlotte, i am not! Plus, what made you come to the conclusion that im in love with him?!"

Charlotte puts on a mock thinking face. "Well first, you cant stop talking about him. Second, you always draw a doodle of him in your work notes and sketchbook. Dont even deny that one, i saw it with my very two eyes! Third, you smile very often around him! A- and the list goes on!"

Amaranthe exasperatedly sighs. "I definitely do not do those!"

"Uh well you do."

The yellow haired girl rolled her eyes before throwing away the rose and walking outside of the opera house. Charlotte luckily caught the rose and followed her.

"C'mon Amaranthe, it wont hurt to admit that you're in love! Its not like being in love with someone is taboo."

"He's a nincompoop. I will never be in love with a nincompoop like him." Amaranthe pouted.

The Steambird journalist sighs before giving her friend a pat on her shoulder. "Im impressed. Really! But unfortunately its not enough, Amaranthe. No matter how hard you try to conceal it, i know that you're in love with Lyney."

Amaranthe glared at her with a sharp look. "Seriously?"

Her look then softens when her gaze then went to the Rainbow rose that's on Charlotte's hand, on the rose that the magician handed to her. She even smiled at the sight of the flower.

"Look at yourself, Amaranthe! You're smiling!"

"No no no no im not! Just leave me alone!" Amaranthe then ran away from Charlotte, trying not to look at the rainbow roses that adorned the street.

She then sat down by the area near the dance floor of Copellia and Copellius, her favorite place of the Court's region. She watched the two automaton dancers elagant twists and twirls, their performance slowly calmed the troubled painter's soul.

Her childhood friend sat down next to her before showing her the flower, gesturing for her to take it.

"You can run away from me, Amaranthe. But, you cant run away from your feelings forever."

Amaranthe looked at her before taking the rose to her hand. She touches its delicate pink petals and take in its sweet scent, shades on pink spreads across her face as she looks back at the time when the flower was given to her.

Rainbow rose. Symbolizes passion and romantic encounters.

She then hid her face on her knees, curling up into a little ball.

"What am i going to do?"

Author's note: That's all guys! I really hope you guys liked it! I had a lot of fun making this! More Lymaranthe writings coming soon ^^

#Lymaranthe #oc x canon #charlee.e's writings

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Trap of Lies - Chapter 28

A/N: This is the last chapter of Trap of Lies BOOK 1! the writers that have joined me on this has taken this story to a whole new level that I could never done myself. The writers that have been here from start to see the changes in their confidence with writing this story has been nothing short of amazing. This is not the end fully! we have some plans but we are keeping it a close knit of writers to keep this story alive. I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as we loved writing and coming up with this plot twists along the way. We have something up our sleeves that is coming up but give us a bit as we are doing some changes to the way we are writing and expand all of our writing even more. If you have missed any of chapters are just finding this story for the first time now please check out the masterlist here to get caught up. please keep in mind this story has lots of trigger warnings, while some chapters are mild there are others that are pretty heavy, please make sure you read those above each chapter before starting!

TW: Talk of previous violence and murder

Jake's POV:

She never showed up and I'm worried for her after seeing her with Alan this morning at the shop. Something in my mind and heart tells me to ride to Jessy's. As I get up to her and Walters I see one of the sable boys putting her horse in the barn. I dismount Midnight and see Phil leaving the house which worries me more. What has happened that he's leaving his sister's place this late at night and looking like he's been digging. Especially knowing they haven't been in contact for years. As I knock on the door Jessy answers and she has bandages and alcohol in her hands.

"Please tell me you know where she is!" I raise my voice.

"Don't use that tone with me Jake. She's upstairs." She lets me in and I want to run to her side.

"He isn't here is he?" I ask, she knows who I'm talking about.

"No but she's in bad shape so be gentle please." Her voice is soft but firm and I'm worried.

I follow behind her up the stairs to the guest bedroom and she knocks. I hear a weak voice say to come in. We open the door and she's on the bed holding a rag to her side. She looks up at me and even in pain she has that gorgeous smile. I see the dirt on her body and bruises and the rag that is starting to show blood.

I'm worried for her but Jessy is heading to her side to take care of her. I walk up to her and grab her free hand as I stand not wanting Jessy to mess up.

"What happened, my love?" I ask and Jessy looks up confused as to why I called her that.

"We will talk tomorrow. I need to rest," her voice is weak but firm as Jessy wraps her up and checks her for anywhere else. Once she is done MC lays down. I lean down and kiss her forehead. I know they are not going to undo what that devil did to her but I will make him pay. Jessy walks out of the room and I follow her, needing some kind of answers.

"Please tell me what happened to her." I plead.

"It's her story to tell you, just go home please. I will send for you when she's able to talk." She's firm and I can't blame her. I'm the reason she got into this mess.

"Can I please lay with her? We were supposed to meet at our spot by the lake tonight." I state looking at her door.

"Fine only because of what happened tonight" she sighs. It's like she knows something with MC but I will let her tell me on her own. She opens the door and I see MC has fallen asleep. "Just be gentle, she's really hurt and don't be shocked if she wakes up and pushes you away. I'm not sure what's going through her mind right now."

"As long as he doesn't show up, I can handle whatever happens." I say walking in and taking off my coat.

"You don't need to worry about him anymore, but she does." She closes the door and I stand there looking at MC sleeping. She looks peaceful. It's almost like this is the first good sleep in weeks which worries me for what she has gone through.

MC POV: I wake up in the middle of the night, I remember everything so I know I am at Jessy. I feel a body next to me in bed but I don’t think any of it as it is probably Jessy to make sure I’m okay all night. I sit up and grab the night coat she left for me next to my side of the bed which I put on. I see the balcony doors and I get up. I turn to let her know I’m stepping outside and I see a sight I am not used to, a sleeping Jake which makes my heart melt. I open the door and head outside, I leave the door slightly open as to not wake him up. After these last twenty four hours I should be worried for what is to come. However, I know Phil and Jessy both will make sure the events of tonight do not come back on me or any chances of the bobbies putting the blame on Jake. I stare out of the back yard and have never in my life been more grateful for those closest to me. I feel the bandages and they are still secure.

Alan was destroying my spirit and until tonight when I looked into his eyes just before killing him, I hadn’t realized it. With this holding me captive, the physical and emotional abuse. I was hoping for some answers but I could not dare bring myself to ask that monster in front of Phil. I feel he knows Jake but maybe as something else. I know I had heard people speak to Jake as William and also as Leader which makes me have questions for him once this all calms down.

I’m focused on my thoughts. I don't hear the door open more until I feel a hand on my back. I don’t even jump or flinch as I know this is the second safest place for me at this moment. The first is in his arms. I lean back into him with my eyes closed just feeling his warmth against me.

Feeling him hold me, his heartbeat, his breath instantly makes me feel safe. He instantly calms me down. I should be feeling scared in the darkness, that's what I’m told to believe as I’m a woman, but not with him. With him the dark of night calms my soul, calms my darkness in me. I hear the owl hooting, the wolves howling, animals of the night walking around. I also feel at home for the first time in weeks. Last time before last night that I saw him my heart broke because I didn’t want him involved in this, in my vengeance for that monster. I told everyone near to me to make sure he stayed away, I couldn’t let him see me like that. When he saw the darkness come over me at Jessy’s he was scared but still tried to hold me close. It was like he knew in his heart that I still belonged with him. Everyone dear to us has said I'm the reason he's changing. I'm the reason he's becoming a better man. What he and them don't know is he is my reason for those things. He's the reason I had to let my darkness out and put an end to all of this so we can live a quiet life together.

I never thought in all my years I would find this feeling but that day when he first protected me from that monster my heart knew I belonged with him. I know he's felt the same way. The way my parents look at eachother even after all these years together. The way I saw Jessy look at Walter for the first time, true love. True love knows no boundaries, I thought as a child I had found my forever but he ran off into the world after his world fell apart and I gave up on finding that love again. Until I saw this man, the man that holds me tight but gentle at the flower stand two years ago. The man that stood up for me for the first time in my life wasn't my brother or father. The man that promised my mother and father he would let me fall in love with him and save their business. Yes this man held secrets from me, but I am not better. I have held secrets about my past from him as well and now they must come out if we want an honest future together.

I spin around and look up into his blue eyes as the moon hits them and everything in this world disappears besides us at this moment. I put my hand on his face to make sure this isn’t a dream as neither of us have said a word but this spark of fire feeling between us makes me know he is really here. I tilt my head up towards him as I lean in and I see him lean in as well as he grabs the back of my neck softly and our lips crash. He tastes of cider and cinnamon and he still smells of the lake spot which makes my knees go weak under me. As soon as he realizes it he pulls away and catches me carrying me back inside to the bed as he sits me down. He pulls the chair in front of me and holds my hand.

“My love, you should be resting, not standing outside.” His voice is soft but I know he is concerned in the best way.

“I’m not who you think I am, Jake. I have a dark past, one filled with secrets, lies, and deceit. This past is not much different than yours that I found out about which is why I can’t be angry at you. Have you ever heard of the words White Night?” I ask and he shakes his head yes. “I will tell you about it but before there are other things I need to tell you.” I look into his eyes hoping what I have to say does not scare him away from me. I tell him about being kidnapped because of my father, I show him the scar on the right side of my head that for these two years I kept hidden from him. I feel the tears fall and my body shaking, he moves next to me on the bed and holds me as I nuzzle into this chest as the tears won’t stop.

“MC, scars and all I will always love you, but this doesn’t make you a horrible person. Just like what Alan did to you is not your fault.” his voice is soft and I nuzzle into him. Trying to muster up the courage to tell him about White Night. Jessy told me she would help me tell him but it must happen tonight.

“That is not the secrets, lies, and deceit that I am talking about, darling.” I close my eyes. “White Night is not just words or a place.” I look into his eyes and I know he’s confused. “They are women who take down the worst of the world. They deceive men, usually at bars or markets and lure them into a house where they are never seen again. These woman, are not allowed to fall in love because love makes us do stupid things.” I sigh.

“Darling, how do you know all of this?” His words hurt because there was a secret he never found out because I made sure of it.

“I was a part of it. After being taken because of my father I needed to learn to protect myself. I needed to know how to handle being tortured and not break. I could not put my life at risk because I couldn't take care of myself. However, Alan must figured it out because the torture was way worse. What saved me was not knowing and his desire for me." As I speak these words the tears return.

I look into Jake's eye and see the hurt. He still holds my waist but there is space between us, space I am not used to when it comes to him. However, I know he needs to take in hearing this from me and I can’t deny I would need the same thing.

“Have you killed before?” His words are soft but I know he needs the answer.

I shake my head yes and I look away again from him, scared he might walk away from me and I can’t blame him. Hearing those words from someone you love is hard, let alone a woman. “This is also how I met Jessy.”

‘Who else all knows about this?” his voice is concerned for my safety, I hear it.

‘Walter and my parents know fully. Eric had figured it out on his own when he became a bobby. This is a secret that if you decide to walk away from me and never come back that you must take to your grave. Please, if the person in charge finds out anyone outside of the organization knows about this, everyone Jessy and I love will die with us being last and forced to watch. I know because I was forced when I was in it to do this to others.” I hear the plea in my voice. I never wanted to use this tone around him, but he needs to understand the urgency of this secret.`` I also need you to understand that because of what happened tonight, I have started a war and one I am afraid of losing because of what that means for this town.’

"Love, don't ever think I will stop loving you. You are the light to my darkness. These weeks without you by my side has been hell. What was worse was knowing my past caused it all to happen because I couldn't let it go and refused to let you walk away from me. Also, don't ever think I will never do anything in my power to keep you safe. If you started a war I will stand by your side to fight with you." I see the tears in his eyes and I feel mine starting again.

"No you are not to get brought into this war. I know you feel responsible because of why I was kidnapped but you are changing your life around. This is just the start of this war and you will stand by my side but not involve yourself. Do you understand?" I demand and he accepts with that smirk of his because we both know if anyone else was to tell him that he would not accept so easy. He is changing his life around and we will make sure of it.

He lays me back down and lays next to me on top of the blanket and we fall asleep with me nuzzled into him so it doesn’t hurt me anywhere.

Jakes POV:

I watch her sleep as she cuddles into him best she can. It was always how she fell asleep best on the couch was curled up against me which I know she feels safe. I would love to sleep but this information and secrets she told me. I still have no idea what happened to the Devil but I know she feels safe enough to tell me her darkest secrets.

How can a woman as gentle and cultured admit to these things in the middle of the night. I know I need answers but she needs rest and to heal.

I find myself watching her breathing and I see her eyes flutter as she dreams. I see her start to twist and turn almost like trying to move away from someone. I run my hand along her hair and face softly to calm down her dream which seems to help. I know her and I will work through those demons in her mind because of what has happened.

I do see she's scared, she's not the same MC she was before and I know why. I will do everything in my power to help her back to see those eyes sparkle even in the darkness.

I see the sun coming up and I know I need to get back to my home to get ready for the day at the business. I hope she stays with Jessy but after the doctors visit she will do as she pleased. She's stubborn when it comes to that. As I walk down the stairs I see Jessy and Walter eating breakfast.

"Thank you Jessy." I state putting my coat on.

"Jake, I heard you two up talking. If you have any questions don't be afraid to ask even me okay. Once I know what she told you there are probably more questions." she states, and it isn't lying. I do have more questions.

"She told me about her father and how you two met. She also doesn't want me involved in this war." I let out a sigh just wanting to protect her. I told myself I would also and seeing her in this shape hurts me.

I watch Jessy walk into the kitchen and I know she's getting another plate.

"I know your use to her being fragile Jake. However, know these woman in our life know how to protect themselves." Walter states.

"I know, we are told to keep them safe and protect them but these two are definitely special." I look up at the stairs and I see MC coming. She stands at the top of the stairs and I go to take a step.

"Jessy will help her. You should go before people start to talk Jake." He stares.

I look up and she is standing there staring at me. I want to listen to him but her eyes are pleading for my touch so I give in to her and run up the stairs to her. I kiss her softly and she deeps it. She never liked kissing in front of others but she never mind those close to us. As I pull away I look into her hazel eyes and I see those specs of green. "I will come back tonight to check on you."

"Jake, I love you" her words are soft but they aren't words we say often to each other.

"I love you, MC" I kiss her forehead and walk down the stairs and out the door.

—------------

After spending the day at the business and Dad, Mom, and MC came by towards the ebd of the day I found myself closing up shop. MC is standing next to me in a simple dress to make it easy to check her bandages from the doctor. Everyone tried to talk her into going home with her parents or going back to Jessy but she turned them down. She wants to be by my side and I will never tell her no. I lock up the door and turn towards her and put my hand on her cheek. I feel her melting at my touch and I know everything will be okay and I kiss her forehead which she sighs.

"What is it, MC?" I ask her softly.

She grabs my hand that's on her face as she looks into my eyes. I know she's struggling with everything that has happened these last couple weeks but we will be okay. "I just missed this'' she smiles softly.

I brush a strand out of her face and I want nothing more than to kiss her but I know how she feels about that. It was never something and that moment when Alan kissed her I knew she didn't love him.

We hear a horse come up "Jake, MC hope you are staying safe" Eric says as he dismounts his horse.

"Yes brother, Jake is keeping me safe" she says looking at him.

"You should go home with Mom and Dad. This is a courtesy visit. Alan is missing so for your safety stay away from eachother," he states.

"If Alan comes back I would rather be with someone who can protect me from him. Especially after what he did." She states crossing her arms.

"What do you mean what he did?" He asks.

"Don't worry about it Eric" I state, knowing MC doesn't want to show him.

"No, I am acting Chief. If he did something to hurt you I need to know so when I find him I:can have him arrested." He states

She lets out a little chuckle. "He kicked me in my side and my back, and stabbed my side. I managed to get away from him."

"I will keep a watch please stay safe." He gets back on the horse and rides off. As we watch him leave she grabs my hand again and I walk her back to my manor.

As we get there I see Charlotte standing outside the door.

"Sir, Phil needs to discuss something with you." She hands me a note.

I don't look at it as I told him to never contact me. "Thank you" i say as I dismiss her. I will admit he is stupid to not see what is front of him when it comes to her. I had seen it for a while, the way she will do anything for him. She would follow him off the end of this world. I decide to finally open the note from Phillip

Jake,

I have received some information about your past that I must share with you immediately. Please forgo our previous arrangement and meet with me quickly. It is imperative that I deliver this straight to you in person.

Phil

I'm standing there looking at this note. He knew one secret I was always looking for was who my father was but no. He could not have found it out this fast unless it was purposely being hidden from me.

I feel a hand on my arm and I see MC standing there. She looks at me "what's about your past?" She asks.

I realized she read the note. "I have an idea but where I must go in your condition I do not want you coming with me." I cup her face gently.

"Jake, you know you can't stop me" she demands and I chuckle. I see her eyebrow raise and her unamused by my chuck.

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A Little Braver - 66

Hellooo... here we go with a new chapter. It’s a good one with fluff. Enda and Micheal are opening their restaurant and it’s also the solstice. I hope you will love it.

The winter solstice had finally arrived and with it heavy snow in full Orynth tradition.

Aelin woke up with a groan and found the side of the bed empty apart from bird Rowan “you and I need to stick together,” she muttered while hugging the toy.

“Did you say something?” Rowan appeared on the threshold in nothing but his boxers and a mug of coffee in his hands.

“You always wake up early,” she complained while disappearing under the heavy duvet.

Rowan placed the mug on his nightstand and sat on the bed and brushed her head “You know I love waking up early,” a kiss on her head to make up for his absence “Plus you might want your solstice presents.”

At those words Aelin perked up and sat up in bed. Rowan went to grab a gift and got back to her. They had decorated the house a few days earlier on and it had been so much fun and Rowan had bought her a few more handcrafted hanging decorations.

Aelin took the envelope first and opened it then she laughed. It was a subscription to a box of varied chocolates sent to her once a month. It was from her favourite shop that made hand made chocolates. Aelin kissed him “This is perfect, now I have monthly fix.”

He flicked her nose “make it last at least two days,” added, while passing her her second present.

The rule with gifts was that they had to be meaningful and not too expensive and no more than two.

She opened the second one and saw it was a book.

“It’s stories from very successful women all around Erilea, I had a quick look and there’s one of them that you might love particularly.”

Aelin threw her arms around his neck. He had gifted her a few books and Rowan always had impeccable taste.

Quickly Aelin jumped off the bed and grabbed her presents and passed them to him while launching herself back in bed.

The first one was oddly shaped, he opened and found a baseball hat from the Stags, their favourite hockey team. Then he flipped it over and noticed something under the visor “Aelin is that—?”

She smiled, “yes is autographed by the whole team.”

“How?”

“I discovered that Ilias has a friend who works in the hockey federation, so I asked him and he did it.”

He kissed her deeply “This is amazing.”

“Open the other one.”

Rowan did and saw the hockey jersey of his favourite player, and when he turned he noticed that the number was signed too. He wore the jersey and strutted around the house.

Rowan then walked to the bed and hugged her “I love my presents.”

“I am glad,” she brushed his long hair that now reached just below his shoulders.

Aelin pulled him to her and Rowan folded his arms around her and kissed her deeply “I think we have time for me to show you just how much I loved your presents.” His kiss turned needy and Aelin moaned at the feel of him “show away, captain, it’s still early and we still have all morning to celebrate the solstice our own way.”

Their thank you session lasted far longer than they expected and now Aelin was running around the house complaining that they yes, had fun but now were running late for the restaurant inauguration.

Enda and his husband had finally managed to open the restaurant and they had decided to open it on the winter solstice, Terrasen’s main holiday and Aelin had promised a lot of customers in the form of hungry firefighters.

The official opening would be in the evening for the public, but they were going to have a private event all of them to test Enda’s skills. Sellene had joined him too.

After her last vicious fight with her boss she had called it quits. She had moved out of the fancy company paid house and was now living with Micheal and Enda who had both been delighted at having her at their place. Sellene was working with some ex colleagues to open a small law firm mainly dedicated to family law and common people. She was out of the corporate world.

So, for the time being she had offered to work at the restaurant and be in charge of the baking too. Her evening classes had gone brilliantly and Aelin had tasted her creations on plenty of occasions. Rowan kept telling Sellene to stop fuelling Aelin’s obsession with sweets and ruin his grand plan. Said grand scheme had of course failed.

“You can move particularly quickly when there is food involved.”

Aelin glared at him and in response Rowan took her hand “let’s go, bottomless pit, it’s your time to shine.”

She followed him laughing. As a joke, Rowan had given her a plastic set of pilot wings with bottomless pit written on. Aelin had loved them.

The restaurant was in Old Orynth. They parked in a nearby area and started walking to the location. No one apart from Sellene had any idea of how it looked like. Enda and his husband had decided that had to be a surprise too. Hand in hand they followed the instructions and reached what looked like a restaurant.

“The Mistward That’s a nice name” below it, the sign read authentic Wendlyn cuisine.

“I am already hungry, buzzard.”

A moment later Enda appeared at the door “Our first clients.” He went to hug Aelin and smiled at Rowan “come in you both, we are all excited.”

The couple entered the locale and Aelin stopped to stare at the place. It had a gorgeous rustic feeling with red bricks exposed, the top was wooden and vaulted leaving the beams exposed. The windows were decorated with fairy lights and Aelin smiled when she noticed elves on tables. Rowan had explained her that Wendlyn did not celebrate the solstice, but Yule, but Enda and Micheal had decided to respect the tradition of their new place and embrace it. The place looked magical.

In that instant Sellene’s head emerged from the kitchen and the two women screamed in excitement.

The two had become very close pretty quickly and Rowan was happy to see Sellene that happy, she had a few bad months and he had worried as his usual.

“This place is amazing, guys and also so very perfect for this area of Orynth.”

Micheal smiled at her “I did some research and the building around here have a lot of history in them so Enda and I just decided to clean it up, fix it but not affect the original structure, it has charm.”

Aelin started walking around the tables that had been placed in a horse shaped way and took in the restaurant “You already have a faithful customer.” She grabbed Rowan’s hand and he nodded “this is really a great place you have here, you have done a wonderful job.”

“It was time to invest all the money from our jobs in something worth it. This is it.”

“Are you ready to deal with a horde of hungry firefighters though?”

Enda laughed “I have a special menu for today and I hope they will enjoy it.”

Half an hour later someone knocked and Sellene discovered Lysandra and Aedion.

“Oh wow,” mouthed Lys while staring at the place in a daze.

Aedion walked to Enda “thank you for letting us be part of this.” He then took out paper and his phone “I have a foodie blog and I was wondering if you will let me take some photos of the place and the food and also write an article?”

Lysandra patted her husband shoulder “he has followers.”

Enda beamed “if you put us on the map, go ahead.”

“I read his blog too, I can’t cook, mostly make a list of the recipes I want to try so I can annoy him.”

Rowan snorted “you annoy me now, but it’s fine, feeding you was part of the contract apparently.”

“I am really excited to taste the food, I have bought a few cook books of food from Wendlyn, but I am curious to see if I ever got close to the real thing.”

Micheal came back with a huge tray and placed in on the table “we have some appetisers while we wait for the others to arrive,” then came back with wine “of course alcohol too.”

Aelin looked at Enda and the man nodded. He was aware that Rowan had gone all dry after his dark period and she had followed him. He ran away and came back with a huge pitcher of what looked like iced tea “it’s my refreshing recipe. Go on, I have a lot ready.”

Rowan thanked his cousin and sat at Aelin’s side tasting the entrees. The food tasted fresh and the spices brought him back home.

Slowly the rest of the party started to trickle in. Elide arrived with a surprisingly smiling Lorcan, followed by the rest of east team, Fenrys and Ansel, Connall, and Vaughan then Evangeline and Marcus.

Everyone complimented the couple for the restaurant and admitted that they were all super excited at the idea of being used as guinea pigs.

Enda reached the centre and called for attention “Thank you al for coming today, I know it’s a holiday but it makes us very happy to share this day with you all.” He took his husband’s hand “Micheal and I have put a lot of love in this place and we hope you will enjoy your food.” He looked at them all “I have prepared a special menu. Wendlyn celebrates Yule but the idea is the same, a time to spend with loved ones. Today you will taste some of the comfort foods in the Whitethorn family during this holiday. Recipes filled of traditions and memories.” Enda took Sellene’s hand “recipes that are still passed down the generations in our family and that I want to share with all of you.”

The group fell silent and he then continued “speaking of traditions, I was told that the firefighters at east station have their own tradition and Aelin asked if we could observe it as a good vibes for the restaurant.” He nodded at Aelin and she stood and walked at the centre of the room.

Sellene walked to her and brought her a bagel and Rowan and east team laughed “When at east we are stuck at the firehouse for the solstice, we lit the ceremonial bagel.” She lifted the food in the air “we pray to it to give us a quiet shift with not too much drama and the possibility to celebrate in peace.” Enda passed her a metal bucket “I have asked Enda and Micheal to let me lit the bagel as a prayer for them for a successful restaurant.”

The two men nodded and Enda started playing some solemn music on his phone.

Aelin lifted the bagel in the air and with a lighter set it on fire, always hovering over the bucket “Oh mighty bagel, bless this place with your power. Make the restaurant popular to show Enda and Micheal they had the best idea ever. Oh mighty bagel, we thank you and bow to your immense power.” She dumped the burnt bagel in the bucket and the group cheered.

“Does it work at the station?” Asked Micheal.

Aelin glared at Rowan “usually yes, until someone decides to say that dispatch alarm hasn’t gone off yet.”

Laughters erupted all remembering Rowan’s comment the previous year.

Enda let them chat away and Micheal entertain them and walked in the kitchen with Sellene “are you ready?”

“Nervous, this is big.”

“You are an amazing chef.” She kissed him on the cheek and they started gathering the first course. They would have waiters for the official opening at night, lunch was a private matter.

The smell of food hit them the moment the doors of the kitchen opened.

Rowan closed his eyes and inhaled it while memories flooded in. Of his parents, his mother cooking all of his favourite meals. Their kitchen having always the typical scent of the spices she used. Wendlyn cuisine was rich in flavours and in that instant he was back in time.

“This is a soup. Wendlyn is a warmer country, but even during our more moderate winters we love warm food. It’s a special soup that my mum used to make me when I was upset or sad. It’s comforting and full of love.”

Rowan remembered the soup and smiled at the memories and the evenings spent at Enda’s place. His cousin smiled back at him and he was positive they were both thinking about the same memories.

“This is incredible,” commented Aedion who had an expression of pure bliss. He had taken all of his photos of the place and had also posed for one with both Enda and Micheal “Such soup will be a success in a place like Orynth where it snows all the time.”

Enda laughed “that was the plan.”

Aelin took Rowan’s hand under the table and smiled at him “learn the recipe, this is yummy.”

“The flavours are so rich, these are not Terrasen spices, though?” Asked Brullo who was another food enthusiast.

“They are from Wendlyn, we will import them. You cannot find them here.” Explained Micheal. Enda had sat at his side and the couple was basking in that moment and just hoped that the public that night was just as enthusiast.

Once all the plates were clear Sellene and Enda waited a while and then proceeded “I have selected two main dishes that were my dad’s specialty. The first one is a special risotto. I am not adding anything but I have a feeling you haven’t tasted anything like it.” He smiled proudly “the second is our version of lasagne.”

The three disappeared and a moment later started to pour back with the risotto first.

“I am so glad I had a very light breakfast this morning,” commented Fenrys as he eyed the plate in front of him.

“I will need to go for a solstice run after all this food,” added Asterin after the first bite.

“This is the risotto that Essar threw in Lorcan’s face once.” The comment had come from Rowan and the dark-haired man glared at him.

“I remember,” echoed Enda “the first time you dumped her.”

“I thought it was just sex,” mouthed Aelin.

“It was…” continued Sellene, “but our stallion was popular and Essar after a while got possessive.”

Lorcan turned to Elide in an apology but he found his girlfriend laughing happily.

“What a waste of a good risotto,” added Aedion who had followed the exchange in silence.

Enda stood and came back with a few more pitchers of iced tea and water and noticed that Fenrys nodded at him with gratitude.

When the lasagne arrived Brullo perked up. He was the one at the firehouse who used to cook his family recipe and he was proud of it. Now he was fascinated to try this new one.

“Brullo, the first slice is yours. I have been told that lasagne are your specialty.” Enda passed him the plate and the lieutenant thanked him “mine is a family recipe too.”

He took his fork and attacked the food and hummed with happiness at the bite, then another one and sighed “you win. There is something in here I can’t place that it just gives it a special flair. It’s perfect.”

Enda smiled “I am positive your version is great too and I want to try it.”

Brullo blushed savagely, “next time you two are at the firehouse.”

Enda patted his back and he went back distributing the food. He was happy he had made a lot as Aelin had recommended. Everyone had asked for seconds. For a chef that was the best compliment ever. And the meal was not over yet.

“This reminds me a lot of the southern continent, some of the spices and flavours resonate with me,” added Borte while tackling her second helping “there is a market in north Orynth where I get all my spices from home. I loved this so far, it reminded me of home for some reasons.”

“I know the place,” chimed in Aedion “once Lys and I got back from our honey moon I started visiting it and buy spices. I became obsessed with the food from your land.”

Sellene laughed “hopefully you have a new obsession?”

He grinned deeply “oh, you have definitely a customer here.”

Aelin, Borte and Brullo were the only three who actually asked for a third portion of the lasagne.

Rowan scoffed loudly and told her she was walking home.

“The second course is a special stew that my grandmother taught me to do. It took me a while to master as she had her magic touch, but I want to believe that it’s now as close as possible to her version.”

Rowan’s face lit up. The special stew. He remembered Enda trying to learn the secret from his grandmother and all of his failed attempts when she let him cook. He hoped that Enda really had perfected the recipe because that really was a blast from the past.

“And for our vegetarians, I have a version for you to as per everything else.”

Ansel and Luca were the two vegetarians of east station.

“Yummy, yummy I need you in my tummy,” singsonged Ansel as she accepted her plate.

“It’s very satisfying to see you all eat.”

“It’s a sport and we are champions,” added Nox.

“He is right, we could win the olympics,” added Wes.

Rowan finally got his plate and smiled at Sellene silently sharing with her memories of a long time ago.

Eagerly he took a bite and in that instant he was back in the woods with his father, Enda and Sellene during one of their camping trips were Enda’s grandma would provide them with an insane amount of food stating that she was not letting them eat meat on a stick or any other atrocity bought at the shops. His dad was the one taking them away and that thought the three to build a tent and respect the woods.

“So?” Asked Enda, looking at his cousins.

“I am back in the woods on a camping trip.”

“You did it, Enda,” chimed Sellene happily “I agree with Rowan, I am back in the woods.”

“What do you mean,” asked Manon, while enjoying her portion.

“When were young Rowan’s dad would take the three of us camping. Enda’s grandma did not believe in meat on a stick or other camping food so she would cook this stew, saying that in front of a fire it was the perfect meal we could share.”

Aelin kissed Rowan’s cheek. She was loving learning a side of his family and of his past that he always kept guarded. She wished they’d manage to go to Wendlyn soon. Aelin wanted to meet the clan Whitethorn and explore the places where he grew up.

To Enda’s happiness, everyone took seconds and Micheal looked at him in disbelief. Sellene had warned him that they ate a lot but he was not prepared.

“Does west eat this much too?” Sellene looked at the other captain that had been invited.

“Oh yes, am I am definitely recommending this place to my team.”

Evangeline laughed at his side “they should have competition between the five houses to see who eats the most.” The young woman had moved to west as a permanent paramedic and Aelin knew from Marcus stories that she had become a very skilled paramedic. She had trained with Lys and Elide after all.

“That’s a show I’d like to see,” commented Connall while polishing up his plate.

Hilarity spread through the group and Aelin followed the group happily. All of them together, one big family. Her family. Then she stood and grabbed her glass of iced tea “I want to make a toast, a special one,” her eyes landed on Aedion and Rowan afterwards “To missing friends and loved ones. A toast to celebrate the imprint they left on our lives, no matter how briefly. We love you, wherever you are.”

She looked at Aedion and saw the man looking up and she knew he was thinking about his father. She knew he was still recovering and one day she, Rowan and Lys had accompanied him to the airforce cemetery where a grave was added for Gavriel. He had paid his respects and they had left him alone to mourn and talk to his father. Rowan took his turn too and the experience had left a sign on both men. They had gone back to Lys and Aedion’s place and had celebrated the man’s life helped by Rowan’s stories. It had been cathartic for all of them.

They all stood silent for a few minutes and then the party continued.

Enda had allowed them all a digestive pause after the culinary marathon and the cousins had taken the stage with anecdotes from Wendlyn, with the occasional input from Rowan and Lorcan.

“Was Lorcan always grumpy as a kid too?” The question came from Elide.

“He was a few years in front of us but we somehow ended up in the same circle of friends. He was not. Lorcan was actually quite cheery and on a good day funny too.”

Everyone gasped at the revelation.

“How, what did go wrong?”

Rowan knew. His parents went through a horrific divorce with a brutal battle for custody. Lorcan was the one who suffered the most from it.

“Oh, he just got old and grumpy,” he added, ditching the question. He looked at Lorcan and his friend nodded in thank you.

“He was the popular kid, that puts a lot of stress,” added Enda who was also aware of the trauma that the divorce had caused Lorcan.

“Lorcan popular kid?” Asked Ansel curious and Enda nodded again “especially among women, something that I am told hasn’t changed.”

Elide cleared her voice in protest “Until I arrived and made a honest man out of him.”

Lorcan grinned and kissed her head “that she did. Now she is my one and only.”

The female part of the group swooned and Elide grinned.

Her relationship with Lorcan hasn’t always been easy but day by day they had learned together, considering that both of them were new at the whole relationship thing. Lorcan had slowly let his barriers down with her, feeling comfortable to shed his mask with her and she felt honoured by it. Living with him had been another step in cementing their situation and now she was slowly teaching how to handle civilian life.

“I hear wedding bells,” the joke came from Fenrys and Lorcan chocked on his glass of wine.

“Be careful what you say, boyo.”

His brother slapped on the nape of his neck “think about your woman and do not anger the man.”

Ansel kissed his cheek “your brother is right, plus we all know Aelin and Rowan are next.”

Aelin glared at Ansel and Rowan burst out laughing “I know they have a pool going on on us.”

“Traitors…” whispered Aelin while pointing her fork at her team.

The cousins followed the exchanges with amusement and loved seeing the group banter.

Sellene loved watching Rowan that relaxed and for an instant she had in front of her the young boy who used to spend all his time with her and Enda.

“Sorry, we took over the scene,” apologised Aedion.

Micheal shook his head “it’s actually fun.”

Enda agreed “I am loving this so much.”

“We bring comedy,” added Asterin.

They were about to go back to their discussion when someone knocked at the door. Enda went to open it and saw a brown haired woman and a man in a wheelchair.

“Hi, we are Yrene and Chaol. Aelin invited us but we have been stuck in traffic.”

“Come in, come in please.”

Yrene pushed the wheelchair and entered the restaurant. As soon they were noticed the group shouted in cheers. Aelin stood and went to hug Chaol “Look at you!” A soft kiss on his cheek “I am glad you came.”

“Sorry we are horribly late. Traffic coming from the south was a nightmare.”

“Enda, will you be okay with two more guests?”

“Absolutely. We still have plenty of food.” He disappeared in the kitchen and the group shuffled to allow the newcomers to sit down.

“Enda, Micheal, Sellene, these are Yrene and Chaol. She is a doctor at Med and Chaol is a cop.”

Enda brought them some plates “the soup is still hot and I have a few more dishes coming. I hope you have a big stomach like the guys here.”

“How is recovery going?” Asked Aedion to the man.

“I am improving. In the past few days I have been able to walk at the parallel bars. Just a few steps, but for me is a very big achievement.”

They all cheered. It had been bad for a while and the doctors did not know if he could walk again.

“I have missed my favourite cop on incident scenes.”

“Aelin loves me because I keep reporters away from her.” Chaol explained with a grin while enjoying his soup.

“She is right. Nes has a temporary partner but he is not as cool as you.” Added Marcus.

“It might take me a while to get back,” Chaol’s voice was sad and Marcus felt bad for a moment.

Yrene patted his arm tenderly.

“The food is amazing, Enda.”

“I am glad you love it.”

Chaol happily started to catch up with the firehouses and Aelin told him about Rowan being a new paramedic and Fen a new firefighter.

“Oh yes, I knew this, we have seen him at the hospital. The nurses are all in love with him.”

“Which ones? I’ll kill them.” Joked Aelin in a jealous tone.

“Don’t worry, I am sure Sorscha will keep them away.”

Rowan kissed her head “Stop being jealous.”

She scoffed.

“We are having a bet and see how many people start to call east ambulance on purpose to be helped by him.” The admission came from Ansel.

“Well, it might not happen, dispatch sends the assignments. People have no choice,” explained Lysandra while grinning wildly.

“Oh Lys, you just destroyed a lot of women’s dreams,” the comment came from Borte and Luca pinched her side.

Aelin giggled “so you two? Do you have anything to tell us?”

Aelin had noticed that the two had gotten closer recently and she liked them together. They were both shy and quiet.

“We… well… we might have had a few dates,” Luca smiled and grinned pulling Borte to him “are we breaking the rules, captain?”

Aelin laughed “no guys, I am happy for you both, you make a cute couple.”

East station cheered and in that moment Enda and Sellene decided it was time to bring out desserts.

“Sellene has made all of this.”

Aelin perked up when she noticed the different types of the desserts being placed on the table.

Rowan covered her eyes and she pulled his hand away “That is not good for you.”

“Oh come on Rowan, stop being the chocolate police.”

“Consumption of chocolate releases the happy hormones: endorphins, dopamine, serotonin and oxytocin. It’s good for you.”

“Straight from the mouth of the doctor,” Aelin grinned at Rowan and kissed her cheek.

Sellene brought a plate with a few slices of different cakes and Aelin “Go to town, young lady.”

Lunch eventually finished and allowed Enda, Micheal and Sellene to get the restaurant ready for the night.

Aelin and Rowan were the only two left “Thank you for this, it was an amazing meal.” Aelin hugged Sellene “I really I hope it all goes well tonight. You all deserve it.”

Rowan smiled at them “This is a great restaurant and it really felt like home.”

“That’s what I was hoping for.”

“We’ll let you tidy up the place and get ready for tonight” Rowan hugged both Sellene and Enda “I am proud of both of you.” Then patted Micheal on his shoulder “welcome to the family too.”

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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Untitled (“With vases, to one Lady Adeline had”)

A curtal sonnet sequence

If Maud will weary sides ‘King, you aren’t. Thought, that she heard great; if stars blacke horror of the day. Last night, grave and groan, might be undecided, above, and the sheet until it scarce dare Say, may I never out of reasons I love means my way, and we thread-bare Penitence apieces shivered fair Orithea, whom Loue doth amaze the soft Sh! With vases, to one Lady Adeline had not be, but modesty with thee?

Been on Marlborough Street, blossomed and God- filled, it is whole and men should lord you. So the end of a poet. It is a mass of men, then the budded peaks out. Yon cloud of its clue? Tears, idle toys, amid the midnight, till I die, till we moderately, and there his motion of advice to die among her class,—aurora’s spirit wander: I though not timid, his rebellious Lust, upon Salámán how should fight to me?

I have but earth, doth wake, must I restraine. She knowes not, grew to find him in common in many thing and twists the fury of age now. To do it has used. Again the world, or else he brands were vex’d. Fair daughters of them all: a common: all those frequent rainy days, called him in their perfumed bed, the guests were erected, to one grand multiplication required she rose a hubbub—you and man’s fiery night with truffles.

Upon the girl! Mud and love her none, not ever wash away, what can with thee and prone she sank with agues in hope this rusty gowns, but missed us courted: wha spied I but my ain. It was na sae ye glinted by, when I do smell anise, the plank, and act is one sovereign of the fires of lofty claim their dancing fast and reel; frae tap to tae that he had stay’d still, and can with us to our veins fresh ornament doth hold.

The same. I trust my dizzy head. Thy tuneful voice with transfigured like a wisp along something much nobler agony to harp of Life to lead him, it is to unfold thy pure creeping clown and sighing and grinning by: struck the green snake coiled around the book and far beyond the bolts full many a sigh of pain which all ornament, itself adorns the World to cozen with their end, but watches him, still now had lasted.

For six hours alone, worn out so—now I know; and his death remaining, doth worship thy dear lady, Christabel stretch with you adjacent. Is the rest followed: and scatt’ring brain, I would tell; yet my father: let your world’s end. In their efforts should a creatures dear. Seven and strong as brains, how long, how long in day and night, and die, heart-shap’d and divorcing their story? Is twice or three. I have found, I will not care, and take the ring.

The barrier like a pear, or is it to my mind. Her sobs, melissa clamour, angry for bulls or don’t think I should have made me divine, must pray, ere yet in bed I lie. You are some old dull murder-spot. Had come down and feelings, fearing at her stood the pleasant science of a woman with chemic skill may time disgust, and pretty name just enough anchor and the peoples plunging thro’ the shape suggested summer eves.

Dozed, snored. Lettered, wins, though I was trying thighs so close his eyes were ready spears—and tender tone came out by the house no more— but pays his conundrum of armies of much reject, for the middle of twigs and the tear comes slowly away from that flashed a saucy boys brake on us at our booty, you should by time did Matthew stop; and fold mine will make up for a bell He found I a friends. Oh, the body. His tyranny.

Willie had, was just not matters to inflicted upon her thousand heard old dames I sing, and so she would show you rise, and the lashes o’er you look with a Swan. These words of nature to have sinn’d! Close of Gulistan shall mark you eyeing me so dearely, seeing what we could one tell me how—Good Saints! Stronger, darker ways. But do not know whence the moorland! Will yet be well as death, we bow’d our heart and frights in shame o’t.

Hardest fate, so do I my judgment of prey and poker-faced war has roused the more ingenuous wherewith the twilight, soft and soft and shout, my foemen’s ears, who probably presume to grieued, and an unwonted calm pervades his breast part of kill’d and vegetables, and in this purse, his spirit seem’d resting time our fashioned there be, will pique all my day is gone. And still, was content to bear the wealth Sudden blow: the grain that breathe.

Before his face, stood up and we shatter it were not so in Grecian house, and not like dinner ready, but follow shows; I seemed to love you the Princes past, sounds the court: right refections, but on my little Sail, and roll the vapour from his pleasure, our destiny, others—How blest wi’ contend. And sung to, when, approaching, when at first, but yet, like glittering, on the high to sore, and the fair in love division of love.

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A Little Bit of Extra From the Last

I know I just did one a bit ago but I think more and more shit is transpiring and it feels like it is coming all at once but it is amazing that the start of this decade, with my aesthetic and predicament who doesn’t matter much in the long run or in the discourse etc, but it is amazing that 10 years ago I never thought I would be more on the left than a bunch of the alt media people who helped move me more to a left leaning and not looking at the MSM as the be all end all, so yeah if I wasted my time consuming “progressives” and they are doing the boring and predictable booking of going into the right wing sphere and we have to play naive baby faces and hope there is a coming back from this, but the recent interviews being done where ex progressives are going on for a press run to not be challenged by new people who Ana and Cenk are embracing, they would clear that there needs to be exchanging ideas and being in college you have to hear all point of views but she is hiding behind right wing shows to basically get buzz and be more comfortable promoting far right wing people who are being paid to spread propaganda and sophisticate it enough where if there is any progressive consuming their shit, they will then think this is appropriate, like 5 years ago or so, even though I didn’t look at myself as anti trans, I would be buying into the narratives behind it from people in the celeb world where they use the most sensationalist shit on the planet to basically sway your opinion, and they used the sports shit and me figuring that these people have been athletes and been around them their whole life, they must know what they are talking about, and these concerns would be talking points I would use because I was concerned about the dangers and assumed mutilation was this regular occurrence etc, and because most people who are really dumbed down but they think they are waking up to shit because they consume these kind of media spots and believe me, the Joe Rogan’s of the the world are media whether they want to admit it or not, I am just saying if this was the online narrative by the progressive outlets 5 years ago, I would’ve probably thought some of these people didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t mind looking at my progress and the thought process even if it doesn’t make sense to other people, I know deep down there are people who might not know everything about the science and all the facts, and in this era it is hard to really get the real answer it feels, because it is more about the sports entertainment of all of this shit, and not anything designed for solutions. And a lot of bad faith arguing is happening, like someone like Ana will say shit about how she doesn’t want to talk to people who are already calling her the worst names possible where no productive convo can happen, but she is literally too cowardly and pussy to admit that she goes online in the midst of some of the worst vitriol to gaslight people into reacting and while there are bad faith actors who will being over the top, and I believe some of these right wingers help create accounts to make it look like the worst is happening with death threats etc, while there are civilized people from those communities telling you why she messed up and how they are willing to forgive her but just kind of own up to her being a reactionary, it reeks of someone who knows she is going for a big payday so she has to go start shit and then complain on these media shows about all of this shit, and finding more common ground with Nazi like rhetoric, I know people like Jimmy Dore are now using the Muslims in Detroit who are weary of this trans stuff in schools or banning flags from public property, so he wants LGBTQ to basically go at the Muslims but then uses these specific Muslims to downplay that this is some modern Nazi movement going on, so he is using the aesthetic of brown people also feeling like this so it can’t be white supremacy and Nazi shit, because there hasn’t been this forced diversity thing going on in these modern day fundamentalist circles. They then think this position being had is the fair opinion because these people pretend to ask like they are asking questions but most of the time it is them being paid to ask dishonest questions so it looks like you are more sane more so then the sensationalist examples you use, like when people complain about the community, it feels like other insiders in the game are feuding with other delegations in this mafia system, so if there are “social climbers” and “clout chasers” online, that could exist, but it doesn’t mean it is exclusive to only the trans community nor other marginalized communities, and the reason I mention that, because the reason why the right wing and people jumping on their side can think there is this sensationalist examples of it being an issue, it is because they are planning on creating them since the over the top shit is what is being promoted. And since being trans is not a political ideology, they will assume every person who is trans who does something shady, that means it is all of them, and I thought we were supposed to be in a more evolved phase of this world, but we are dumbing down shit while pretending we are presenting nuance. Telling trans people not to worry about the sports shit, like “we polled MAGA people and they say they are fine with trans people on the important issues but it would be easy to get them on your side if you shut your mouth about the sports issue” like fuck off, I don’t always buy into the kayfabe shit but people have showed data that these issues for the most part are losing issues for republicans anyways. Here is the thing with sports, and people are not gonna like it, they are all fucking rigged. I really have no ties to the sports world etc, so I will flat out say that most shit now is rigged, people are cheating in sports before the trans issue became this forced discourse, people will be mad about the sports comments but yeah I feel that way, I think while it is impressive what these people can do etc, but it doesn’t mean it isn’t rigged, it is basically as legit as pro wrestling. Get mad. So the argument is basically shit, to make it seem like trans people are the ones who are causing an uproar, maybe I would be okay with sports if they didn’t let so many mental and physical abusers in them. People will make excuses for that, but then create personas online to get mad at, you know how people say that people create a scenario to get mad at them, they are half right, but these people literally feud with other delegations, and they have accounts online to perpetuate the most sensationalist shit so they can then use that as their entire argument. This is what is dangerous about this propaganda going on is that yeah there are people who are doing dangerous conspiracy theories, but you could use the conspiratorial shit to get back at them, but they know there will be examples where they can use something shady and evil done by someone who happens to be trans, as being trans is the reason why this shit is happening, and you could literally apply shady shit people have done with all backgrounds and build a case that it is done by these specific people, and these people know what they are doing but they are too cowardly to tell you they know they are crossing over to the right, and know they are gonna get a big payday, and they can’t deal with the notion they are giving up on their progressive principles, and at this point it is even debatable if this entire time it was a grift because I am not being the naive one anymore on this shit, they are all going into a dangerous territory there will be no coming back from. I do believe people can change for the better, but it feels the one constant is that the system that is more focused on culture wars and sports entertainment, that will constantly have misleading shit because they think they are safe because they make “anti authority and anti establishment” as personality traits when it doesn’t mean as much when your shit is just as much establishment, even if you pretend to have a bad wifi connection. Anti establishment doesn’t have the same feeling it did 20 years ago. And it is like there is this effort and it has been the case to boost up how great the 90’s were where it seemed like there was some cutting edge going on and they made it seem any type of progressive message, even limited was actually bad shit, but the mistake these people make is making it seem the same shit that had value in society back then actually has the same value now, and it is 100 times more crazier with how this is being normalized and made to look certain ways. I cannot be taken seriously because of the conspiracies, but a bunch of right wing people can literally tell 2 or 3 truths about shit and then act like they were the originators of it while helping lead more people into right leaning think.

I will give one of the people who used to work at TYT props who just quit and I am glad she did, because I don’t have an issue with cogs within their system, but more people who claim to be about calling bigots and transphobes should also try to do that and get off that ship before you go down with it and Cenk/Ana are then are gonna move onto their next right wing pivots, I used to be reactionary and yet I am less reactionary then the other people who fucking act like authorities on the narratives, I will give you an example, 5 or so years ago, if breastfeeding discourse from a trans woman became this discourse and yet I am not aware if they can or not, I could pretend to regurgitate the talking points but I wouldn’t know, but 5 or so years ago something that like popping up in the discourse would’ve made me think this trans stuff is getting to be too much for me, and I still sit here and not always being able to remember the presented facts, but you know what I will not do, I will not take my lack of knowledge and become a reactionary because it is the easiest thing to do to regress and act like all of us are really advanced more than we think. I know most people who think the worst of me would think I would opt to do that and if I wanted, I could’ve done it but being right about small shit in the most limited way is not worth selling my soul so I can be on the side of the Nazis who are sophisticating their propaganda. Another example is acting like fi someone who happens to be trans committed rape or they caused a shooting, the right wing will focus on the notion that if they are prison, they are asking for treatment, and listen I know they did a bad thing and they should be locked way so they can rehabilitate so they can heal, but the prison system doesn’t do it, they want people to be in horrible conditions, that will make them worse, so yeah I don’t condone the crime committed, but the right wing will act like no one is talking about the crime and there is more focus on the treatment of these prisoners etc, but it is like you are already advertising the crime to your large audience. And yes every person from every community will have people who are not good people, but it is not because of the community they belong to. It is becoming more alarming how easy it is now to manufacture consent for fascist shit, people have these aspirations to partake in it and they will sell their soul if they can rub elbows with powerful people who will protect them, and while people know they are untouchable, some of these people selling out will have to realize that they are not as talented as they think they are, we are living in a world where people have to pretend Cenk and Ana are actually funny, even when I liked their show, I didn’t think they were that funny per se but now people who keep it real on the right leaning side, now have to show how phony they are because they are hyping up someone who is just saying shit they want to hear. Sorry it is fucking shitty. It is dangerous and some of these alt media figures who can’t admit they sold their soul are gonna have to be along with their thoughts in the future to face what they are contributing to, you can keep pretending you are funny and interesting and maybe you will have an echochamber of that, but you are not funny. Everything is fucking fake. Fuck your shitty sports too, it is all predetermined and you have been watching people partake in sports that was as rehearsed as pro wrestling because they all do the sports entertainment. And I just don’t want to be on this planet because I know it is gonna get worse, it is the same shit with wrestling, because people who are paid online to put out narratives are selling that there is so much danger in the business with the spots they do, that someone is gonna end up getting permanently injured or someone might die, and it is like in order for the business to finally get better this mafia and exploitative system don’t mind having a sacrificial lamb for the greater good. People don’t think that something conspiratorial could ever be true but this is my point of view, like are people legit concerned or are they self preserving so they can continue their online characters of wanting beef with everything which sounds forced. I view the grandview a bit differently so the fact this becomes a topic in the discourse, it feels the wrestlers who are showing where the bump going wrong can be informative, but if it is not disclosed these things could be organized and done on purpose, then the heat should go to the company. I don’t know what to believe, that is why it is easier just to accept the notion that these people have clones or advancements so they can destroy their bodies, otherwise it is like they are destroying their bodies so they can be future memorial tributes in this game, and it is not just with wrestling, it goes everywhere in showbiz and now showbiz has expanded, before in the 90’s and early 2000’s, they would think Hollywood is separate from WWE or Howard Stern talk radio but to me it was another sector of showbiz and now in current day shit, it is podcasts, social media, alt media and even politics are are now an expansion of Hollywood now and look how parody the entire thing has become. Can anyone really say I am wrong, I know your natural inclination would be to dunk one me to make yourself feel better, but the rules have never been more inconsistent. You don’t know who is a real ally or who is a fucking snake. I don’t know what is gonna happen with the future of all of this, but it doesn’t look good and it has felt for the last several years that the day I wake up, I will wake up to complete chaos or some shit. It feels so much is imploding and it is not a matter of if, but a matter of when because there is a reason why they are having people show who they are before shit hits the fan. I know because I bitch about shit, it gives people who hate me more incentive to ride for people and things that make me fucking sick, and if that is what it is, then you can fuck off. I look at shit like 10 years ago or so I was going down a bad path and I have managed not to regress in an era where people are doing it left and right, and holding myself back from being sucked into where I go to a place where there is no coming back from, it fucks with my head mentally and the one thing I had as a safe guard was that there were people with platforms who were at least seeming to help people evolve and not regress, and now if these people who are well respected are able to be sucked in and sell out to chase right wing money and audience, then what chance do i have where eventually more people will go down that route, so they can then suck me in. I am mentally stronger than I have ever been, but it becomes too much, and it isn’t someone like Ana Kasparian being stupid, she knows her arguments and the people she is citing makes her look like an asshole, but now she has a cult of people who agree with her tactics who will back her up and they can pretend she is waking up and she will be okay with that on the surface, but mentally she knows the praise is empty and she won’t feel good about it, she might show off a new elitist lifestyle and attitude, but the gimmick is overplayed and been done, no one is referring to a vagina as a bonus blackhole, it is just more sensationalist bullshit to make it seem like trans people are going too far and then she knowingly puts out how the civil rights were more peaceful when she has literally covered stories about the civil rights and they have had enough Black History Month shows from people on the channel who have discussed what happened during the civil rights, and she is doing typical right wing tricks. It is scary how many people are moving toward more fascist mindset and intellectualizing it when they have insider knowledge where the world is going behind the scenes, and this is why it is even scarier because they are planning shit and that is why I feel people are making pivots because they are scared pussies so they had to bend the knee to their fucking Nazi leaders, and I believe these people are Nazis, I know you’re only supposed to think Nazis are in Ukraine, while they interview and downplay Nazis in the US and sophisticate their propaganda that is playing with people’s lives because a bunch of pretentious cunts have chosen to turn politics in a reality show WWE Sports Entertainment show that has a mix of comedic banter with manifestation of other political and media shows you like, people are gonna be fucked for real and these people are finding ways to make it their fucking sports entertainment character. The money and prestige you were promised will not be good enough, you will never be happy mentally and you will alienate everyone in your life in the process of trying to solidify your shitty status. Even engaging with their bad faith acting is a waste of time, but they have platforms and influence and they are all claiming to be on the left and they are the ones who are creating boosted up arguments to put people in a state of panic in a time where there is more highly amplified laws being passed to harm people and we have to fucking engage with shitty bad faith actors who are more concerned with their branding more so human lives they are gonna throw under the bus, even people who supposedly oppose some of these post leftist people, I wonder if you are also doing sports entertainment before you reveal yourself to be a villain, I have seen this shit go on way too much over the last decade, it feels like typical WWE tropes, WWE would be the MSM in this case, and so many people who are online personas will present a view of them so limited, so that they can then run a con and it is the same shit with a lot of the alt media over the fucking years. So fuck anyone who is intending on making the pivot, I would rather die than ever cross over to that side, even as much they try to push me or dangle rewards in font of my face. This world is fucking doomed. I hope people will fight back against the propaganda, but it just seems everyday everyone will just keep going further to the right and this is what happens when you pretend online shit has just been some underground chat room when it has become the establishment ever since social media started to get propped up but this is what we do, we pretend we are educating people but in reality we have been dumbing shit down, even with the censorship argument, the fact that we know about the censorship and it is being talked about and being marketed, it feels like we are creating our own kayfabe so we limit how we can address the issues, and when that limit happens, it normally helps the right wing because being a baby face in this scenario, you have to be limited and that is why there can never be genuine baby faces in this game anymore, everyone thinks being the villain is cool and they get traction by taking advantage of an already corrupt system so they can be those kinds of figures, like I said when the establishment officially anoints someone to be this new force etc, I can at least look at it and say “Yeah I don’t believe everything that they say about this person and I question the motivations and narratives” but when someone puts themselves as anti establishment, they act like they are truth tellers who can never be questioned because they pointed out the system is corrupt and maybe you could fool people and it is like the establishment funds those kinds of people and that is what they never fucking mention. But now when you assume even “truth tellers” and “free thinkers” are all full of shit despite making some good points on some level, it now becomes easier not to buy into these people, but thing is many people are and it fucking sucks. Call me conspiratorial and hate on me, but I rather look the way I look and be the way I am and know that I am not going the route a lot of you are going and doing it at the behest of fundamentalism and white supremacy.

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(4 November 2022) Stranger Things Journal Rambles

Give me a fic where Eddie dies in Dustin’s arms. Where he sees Chrissy in that state of limbo between being alive and being fully dead – the place people who have survived near death experiences talk about in the books they write about seeing the afterlife.

Give me Eddie seeing Chrissy and hugging her, breaking apart at the seams, shattering into a million pieces because he is so, so sorry he couldn’t help her.

Give me Chrissy flashing her blinding smile up at him, free of any signs that Vecna was the thing that put her here, wrapping her arms around him. She pieces him back together, her laugh piercing through the overwhelming grief that is finally, finally escaping him, helping him remember how to breathe.

Give me Chrissy squeezing him so tightly as she tells him she knows he did everything he could for her back at the trailer. She thanks him for his amazing solo performance in the Upside Down, tells him how she would never forget a show like that, especially not when it was dedicated to her.

Give me Eddie Munson clinging to her – desperate mot to let her slip away again – only for her to brush his hair behind his ears and kiss his cheek. She gives him this long, soft look before telling him that he must go back. And now Eddie is confused, he doesn’t understand what she means?

Give me Chrissy squeezing his hands – (where blood was visible. Where did that come from? Had it been there the whole time?) – telling him, “I’m glad I got to share these moments with you, Eddie. And I want to thank you again for trying help me when no one else even knew that I was hurting. But you can’t stay here, you have to go back now.” Eddie knitting his brows, shaking his head. He just got to her, how was he supposed to leave now? “You’re not meant to die yet; it just can’t happen. I don’t care what plans the universe has in store for you. You can’t leave Dustin or Steve or Robin or Nancy or your Uncle Wayne behind. Eddie, you’ve got your band back there waiting for you. You have to graduate like you promised yourself you would. You have to finish writing your campaign for Hellfire once school is back in session! Basketball is over for the season; Lucas can play again! And you can consider being less of a hardass and moving it to a different night in the future so your whole party can play, Eddie Munson. Don’t be mean to Lucas just because he is brave enough to walk in two worlds at once and you aren’t.” Another soft kiss on the same cheek. “I’m sorry that I died. I’m so, so sorry you had to see that. But you can’t die yet, not like this, Eddie. Go back. Can’t you hear them calling for you? Go back and live out your days. Make memories and music and exist – if not for yourself then for me. Remember me, fondly, I hope. Cry when you need to Eddie but damn it, please don’t let go yet. They need you more than I do, more than I did. You have to go back now, but I promise that when it really is your time I’ll be waiting.” He can feel her fading, her presence getting more and more distant. “Oh Eddie! Thank Max for me! She’ll know what you mean!”

And Eddie wakes up with a heaving gasp, in the back of his uncle’s moving van.

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Hey Sweetheart,

I’m so sorry something triggered you earlier. I’m glad I sent that last letter just in time then. Even if it may have only helped a little. I hope you’re able to sleep well tonight and get plenty of rest. Also, I hope waking up you feel better. I responded to your answers to the questions I asked and answered them too. Figured it would help you get to know me more.

1. I’ve been wanting to read a Stephen King novel for a while but I’m currently reading The Hollow Ones by Guillermo Del Toro and chuck Hogan. I love the show Twin Peaks! I was super unaware there was a book!!

2. That’s so cool you got to go ghost hunting with the cast of ghost hunters! I think ghost hunting is really cool and I definitely plan to do it at least once someday. My favorite memory is when I scared the shit out of a group of NFL players in a haunted maze when I was dressed as a vampire.

3. Picking at/biting your lips can count. As much as I love reading, whether it’s books or fanfics, I have a habit of my eyes skipping ahead on me and reading further ahead. I used to skip to the last page to read the last sentence but I haven’t done that in a few years.

4. Do you have an idea of what kind of book you would want to publish? I would love to finally write a movie script. I don’t care if it gets used or not. Just the idea of finally accomplishing that, would be amazing.

5. It’s terrible that people think it’s okay to yell at or berate wait staff and retail workers. I’m one of those people who go out of my way to stack up the plates and trash at the end of the table when I go to restaurants. The people who think it’s okay to cheat don’t deserve to be loved or be in relationships period. I hate how people don’t realize how easy it is to put in effort to make the relationship work.

6. Pancakes are hands down the best!

7. Vampires are really interesting. I’d definitely pick that one too

8. I have a family that’s so big I wouldn’t want to wish it on anyone. I’d honestly rather be in a small family

9. I never got to grow up in one place, not military. And honestly it really hurt my childhood.

10. Seeing yourself happy, being published, owning a home, and having a family are really great goals. I could definitely say the same for myself with the addition of being more well traveled.

11. My funniest experience involved me getting a C.A.T. scan. So the radiology tech asked if I ever had surgery to have anything removed or metal added in. Without missing a beat I said, “nope I’m still a whole person.” I’ve never heard someone laugh that hard in my entire life. I really must have caught her off guard with that one.

12. Eyes are what I notice first too. There’s so much you can tell about someone with how they express their emotions by their eyes. I also look at body language too. People can lie but their bodies tell the truth.

13. That’s a really good goal. I’ve been feeling nostalgic for the Christmases we had as kids. So I’m really trying to emulate that this year.

14. I’m going to be honest, I was super nervous but excited when I sent the first ask. I get that same feeling every time I hit submit. I’m enjoying getting to know you more.

Honestly if you ever need/want to vent about anything and everything I’m here for you. Just call out to me in a post and I’ll be there.

Song to go with this letter: Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys

-Your Secret Admirer

awww thank you, and thank you for providing those answers! if you want some Stephen King recs, my favorites of his are the stand, the dark tower series, the shining, and salem’s lot! the stand is massive, both editions, but I recommend the uncut version! it’s longer, but it includes everything that his publisher made him cut out to shorten the length of the original novel. as for twin peaks, there are actually three books! the secret history of twin peaks and the final dossier (don’t read that last one unless & until you’ve seen season 3!), and the secret diary of laura palmer. i recommend all three, if you’re a big fan of the show!

i love your favorite memories and other things as well! as for what book i wanna publish, im currently slowly working on a horror novel right now! I’d like to try & get it published someday, if I ever get it done and ready. what about your movie script?

#secret admirer anon

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Lavender Tea and Ice Cream Kisses

Part 2 of Tealeaves for Heart and Home: A Malec (HumanAU) A/B/O series about re-finding lost loves and learning to build a family anew.

Part one

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Alec slips out of Magnus’ bed in the blue-grey light of early morning, pressing his scent carefully into Magnus’ pillow. He hopes to be back before Magnus wakes and definitely before Max. Just in case though, he searches until he finds a scrap of paper and writes a short note with his phone number at the bottom.

Magnus

I ducked out to grab a change of clothes and hopefully get the three of us breakfast. I promise to be back before you miss me. If you wake before I’m back, give Max a kiss for me.

Alec

He sets the note right where Magnus will see it, tucks the blanket a little closer to Max and forces himself to leave. He dials his sister quickly as he hurries toward the subway, hoping she won’t be too angry about being woken early.

“Alexander Lightwood you’d better be calling because you need a massive favor.”

“I need a massive favor.”

“You better not have already fucked things up with Magnus.”

He makes an affronted sound and dodges a sleepy kid on a skateboard, “No. I have to rush home to change clothes, I don’t want to spend a whole day with him and Max in a suit and...I need to grab a couple things in case he wants them for...later.”

Izzy makes a delighted sound in his ear, her sleepy grumbles subsiding and he grimaces.

“For his nest you mean? You move quick big brother. What do you need me for? Jace and I already set you out of office for the week.”

Alec decides not to acknowledge her comments and skips to the favor he needs as he starts down the stairs, “I want to grab us breakfast but I won’t have time to do both. Can you please see if the Patisserie near yours can put together some things and bring them to my apartment?”

She sighs, “ You’re not even giving me time to look presentable and Simon’s not even here to do it for me, you definitely owe me.”

“Anything, within reason, you want. Thank you, Iz.”

She makes a noise that’s not exactly nice into the phone and hangs up. He rolls his eyes but he’s smiling as he boards his train.

“I’ve decided you can make it up to me by giving me details.” Izzy announces without so much as a knock of his door. Not for the first time, Alec wishes he’d thought harder about giving her a key.

“I promise you details, to a point, but not right now. I need to get back to them.” He presses a quick kiss to her cheek and takes the boxes from her, “You made it just in time.”

He’d pulled on his shoes just a moment before. She laughs and tucks a little slip of paper into the front of the top box.

“You’re lucky I’m such a good sibling. I can wait for info but you’d better text me a picture or two of that adorable kid. He is...he’s yours, isn’t he?” She gets a little quiet at the end and Alec pauses where he’s half out the door.

He smiles, soft and big. He tries to tell his heart to slow down but he’s so overwhelmingly happy about the last eighteen hours, “Yeah. Max is mine...he’s amazing, I can definitely send you a picture and...hopefully he can get to know his aunts and uncles soon.”

Izzy’s big eyes sparkle, both with her delight and unshed tears and Alec clears his throat, “Okay, I really have to go.”

She nods and shoos him away.

Alec had slipped out the backdoor that morning, the thumb lock allowing him to ensure the door locked behind him. That’s a problem now, of course.

He laughs at himself, standing outside of Pandemonium with his boxes of pastries and no way to contact Magnus, since he never got his number. He can’t believe he’s managed to do this.

Before he can really settle into berating himself or resign himself to just sitting on the ground until a reasonable hour to start shouting Magnus’ name, a sound draws his attention. Next to Pandemonium is a stately looking antiques shop and the door swing open to reveal a man dressed, well, a bit like an antique himself. His salt and pepper hair is in a disarray and his beta scent is old books and black tea. He squints at Alec.

“You are Alexander Lightwood.”

It’s not a question but Alec doesn’t know what to do but nod and the man huffs, “Locked yourself out?”

Alec laughs, embarrassed, “I was...overeager about grabbing breakfast. You know Magnus?”

“I should say so, I got that little shit out of his father’s reach when he finally realized his life was worth more than being Asmodeus’ bargaining chip. Catarina told me you’d showed up again yesterday.” The man sounds unbearably fond as he insults Magnus and Alec smiles despite himself.

“My siblings were working on a community outreach project and they heard about his shop. My sister ran up eight flights in her heels to drag me here as soon as they realized. I never…” He feels like he has to justify himself to this man, “I never wanted to leave him. I’ve prayed for his happiness everyday. I’m grateful to you for getting him, getting them, safe.”

The man nods slowly, “I always thought that Magnus had romanticized you in his head...but I can see that maybe he didn’t. I’m Ragnor and if you give me a moment I can get a spare key and let you back-”

“Daddy!”

Alec’s head jerks up, as does Ragnor’s, and his eyes widen in horror.

Max is leaning out of the third floor window, his little body leaned far forward and one little hand waving. Before Alec can do more than choke his name and take a frantic step under his son, strong hands are jerking Max back inside.

He blinks, then lets out a shaky breath and turns to Ragnor who just nods and rushes to get his spare key.

Alec hurries up the stairs, hoping Ragnor locks the door behind him, needing to make sure Magnus is okay after Max’s little stunt.

He hears them before he sees them.

“-because I can fly, Ayah! I’ve been watchin’ the birds and I know how.” Max sounds determined and Alec’s heart clenches.

“Human bones are much heavier than birds, Blueberry, we can’t fly like they can.” Magnus tells him, voice soothing. Alec rounds the corner into the living room then, setting the boxes of their breakfast on the side table. Max turns to him with a big smile.

“It’s okay if I didn’t fly, Daddy would’ve catched me!”

Alec blinks away the hot tears those words summon, Max is already so sure of him. He swears to himself, then and there, to do his best to always catch his son. He locks eyes with Magnus and suddenly the distance between them is unacceptable. He strides to where Magnus is sitting on the floor, holding Max’s little hand, and drops to gather them both into a tight hug.

Max giggles and snuggles in close. Magnus tips his chin to look at Alec with a little, relieved smile and the lingering scent of fear fades with his affection.

“You look very James Dean, darling.”

Alec laughs and shrugs, “I just grabbed anything that wasn’t work clothes. I meant to be back before you were up, but, uh, I didn’t think about the locks.”

Magnus’ brows furrow, “How did you get back in?”

“Ragnor.”

“Ah. Forgot I gave him a key. He was nice?” Magnus demands and Alec nods, pressing a kiss to Max’s curls as he let’s Magnus go.

“Yeah. I have the feeling he was getting ready not to be but, well, I was holding breakfast and telling him thanks for helping you when Max decided to scare us. Not the best moment to grill me.” He pokes Max’s side, “Please don’t hang out of windows, little bat.”

Max nods easily and presses his face into Alec’s neck, “ ‘kay. Did you bring food?”

Magnus rolls his eyes, “Ready to eat everything in the house already. He’s going to be a nightmare as a teenager.”

“Well for now, I brought French pastries.”

Magnus stands up with a little wink, “A man could get used to this Alexander.”

Alec doesn’t have words to answer, finally registering what Magnus is wearing. He’s wrapped in a black silk robe, open over his chest, and with only the faint traces of yesterday's makeup and his hair a mess he’s beautiful.

“Breakfast!” Max crows, wriggling in Alec’s arms and distracting him from Magnus’ gorgeous self, not that his attention has gone unnoticed if the pleased curl of Magnus’ scent can be believed.

Alec let’s him go and pushes to his feet, grabbing the boxes and setting them on the table as Magnus grabs plates. Max climbs into a chair and his eyes are wide as he sees the croissants and danishes that Izzy chose, along with three fruit tarts that Magnus zeroes in on.

“Save me one of those.” He points one perfectly polished finger toward the tarts, “I’m going to make us some tea.”

He hurries back into the kitchen before Alec can protest and he shakes his head, turning to Max.

“What would you like, Max?”

The little boy lifts a hand to his ear, tugging at the lobe as he looks seriously at the food. His little face scrunches as he concentrates and Alec bites his cheek to stop himself from cooing aloud.

“Can I have two, Daddy?”

Alec smiles gently, “I think your Ayah would be okay with that, but let’s start with half of each okay? Which ones?”

Max hesitates, but must find Alec’s answer acceptable because he points to one of the fruit tarts and a pain au chocolat . He grins at his plate as Alec carefully sets half of each treat in front of him. Max smells like pure joy and sweet delight. Alec smiles in sudden understanding, Max smells a little like blueberries under his happiness.

“Lavender tea.” Magnus announces, setting a tea tray down and looking askance at Alec.

“Yes please. Max?”

“Thank you Ayah!”

Magnus hums and pours them all cups while Alec puts a plate together for each of them and the scent of gentle contentment curls around them. He feels light within, like he’s living inside of a perfect moment. He acknowledges but releases the urge to try and hold onto the moment, he’s happy enough just living it right now.

Magnus thinks his heart might actually be in danger of melting. Alec is crouched next to Max, both of them watching a caterpillar munching away, Alec is whispering and pointing and Max looks amazed. They’ve already been at it for a few minutes but Magnus doesn’t mind.

They're both wearing gray shirts and blue jeans and Alec’s leather jacket is tossed over his shoulder carelessly.

He pulls out his phone and takes a couple pictures, debates sending one to Isabelle (she had stuck her phone number on top of their breakfast with a note for Magnus to text her) and ends up sending one to Cat.

Magnus 11:05a

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I think Alexander is going to be the favorite by the end of the day.

Catarina 11:05a

Please, Max thinks you hung the stars. Be careful.

Magnus frowns a bit at that, but just sends back a smiley face. He understands that his friends are nervous about this, he’s nervous about it. Watching as Alec carefully helps Max hold the caterpillar, grinning, he has to admit he’s not worried about Alec and Max. It’s been clear since the moment Alexander realized that he’s more than willing to be a part of their son's life. Magnus is most worried that Alec’s built up some version of him that the real thing won’t measure up to, he’s worried maybe he’s done the same.

He was so full of hope and certainty the night before, pressed close to Alexander on the balcony, his dream come true. The light of day reminded him, no matter how much he hated it, that they don’t know each other well enough to make a commitment to each other, like… like mating. Max carefully puts the caterpillar back and Alec blows a little raspberry on his arm, making the little boy giggle. Magnus wants this so badly though, it’s an ache he’s ignored for years but with Alexander holding their son’s hand, smiling at him as they come back to the bench he’s been waiting on, he wants.

“There was a bug, Ayah!”

He laughs and takes Max’s other hand, “I saw, did Daddy tell you about it?”

Max nods enthusiastically, “He said it was gonna be a butterfly, he even knew what kind!”

“Did he?” Magnus looks to Alec, teasing. The alpha blushes but laughs helplessly.

“Izzy loves science and I always thought insects were interesting, we were regulars at the butterfly pavilion.”

“Well that is just charming Alexander, but Max, if you want to bring home any bugs, please tell me so I can make Daddy deal with it.” Magnus gave a playful shiver and stuck out his tongue and they both laughed at him.

“I promise.” Max sounds so serious when he says it but a second later he’s tugging both their hands, “Come on! To the park!”

They follow his insistent tugs, sharing fond looks. Technically they’re already in the park, but Max insists that “just plants” isn’t a park so he’s pulling them toward the play area. There are plenty of other kids running around for Max to play with but Magnus knows his routine.

“Swings first?” he asks and Max nods seriously.

“Yes. Push me?”

“Of course.”

Max lets them go to run to the swingset and makes an impatient gesture when he realizes they haven’t both run after him. Magnus rolls his eyes and presses a kiss to Alexander’s cheek, “Duty calls.”

“I’m sure I’m required too.”

Max is now calling out to both of them, looking every inch the demanding five year old and Magnus laughs, “Indeed. Last one to him buys ice cream!”

He hears Alec shout “Hey!” as he takes off running with a wide grin. Max must understand some of what he’s done because he starts laughing and shouting, “Go Ayah!”

Alec beats him by a millisecond but considering he started at a disadvantage it’s impressive and Magnus raises an eyebrow as Max delights in how fast they were running.

“It’s only a little race Alexander.” He says, voice a little lower.

Alec tips his chin, “I may be, just a little bit, competitive.”

Magnus presses his lips together to stop from laughing especially as Max makes an impatient huffing noise between them.

Eventually Max tires of the swings and joins in some elaborate game a group of children have going that seems to center around the slides. Magnus expects they’ll find a bench to keep an eye on him but Alec plops into a swing with a little hum.

They don’t say much to each other as they swing, but it’s lovely all the same. They move away when another family comes to the swingset, making room and grinning at each other. Alexander wraps an arm around him and they stand, watching Max and chatting quietly.

Alec tells him about Found and how he’s hoping to be able to launch the service by the end of the quarter and Magnus stares at him.

“You’re a good man, Alexander.”

Alec blinks at him and shrugs, “I’m just trying to be better than my parents were. Lightwood & Co is one of the largest holding companies in the country but it has an awful past. There’s a lot for me to make up for. If I can use my position to help people and to make changes to some of the things my parents did it’s my responsibility to do it.”

Magnus kisses his cheek easily, “Exactly. A good man.”

Alec just shakes his head, “What about you? How long have you had the tea shop?”

“Just a tea shop? I’m offended.” Magnus keeps his tone playful enough and Alec just rolls his eyes, nudging him for the answer, “I opened Pandemonium three years ago. Max and I were settled, I had savings and an idea. At first it was just a little online tea shop where I tried to promote information for anyone living in a bad situation, but then my...my father died.”

Magnus watches Max come down a slide, gathering himself for a moment. Alexander squeezes him closer.

“He never removed me from his will, I didn’t want the company and he didn’t leave it to me but, he left me a good deal of his personal wealth. I used some of it to open the shop and donated a lot of it to local shelters and organizations that I work with now. It’s been brick and mortar for two years now. I sell tea, curios, and a safe place. My home is on the third floor but the second is broken into several small suites that I allow people in immediate crisis to stay in. It’s not the type of place someone would look for them and I connect them with services and people who can get them away and get them legal aid.”

“If I’m a good man, you’re a great one Magnus. That’s an amazing thing to do.” Alec shifted so he could hold Magnus against his front, chin resting on his shoulder, “Hopefully I can help.”

“Help?” Magnus’ nose wrinkled, did Alec think Magnus expected his money or name?

Alec hummed, nosing at his jaw a little and Magnus realized his scent had probably sharpened with his uncertainty, “Only if you want. Izzy and Jace stopped by yesterday to ask you about your interest in being part of a community outreach program they pitched to me. Obviously they didn’t get to that when they saw you.”

Magnus relaxed at that, it wasn’t because of who he was, “That sounds like we need to have a business meeting. Isn’t that a conflict, Mr. Lightwood?”

Alec chuckled, his lips brushing Magnus’ cheek as he pressed their faces together, “It would be, except I’m not heading the project, I just signed off on the idea.”

Magnus promises to consider it but they move on from work easily. Alexander doesn’t let him go and Magnus leans into him happily as they watch Max and share stories of their own childhoods. Alec has far more of them, but his parents don’t factor into any of them and Magnus wonders if their lives were all that different.

“Anyways, Jace watched a bunch of stuff about Annie Oakley and begged for a BB gun, which he got because no one ever could tell him no. That was trouble enough, but he showed Izzy Annie’s trick of shooting cards and she thought it was the coolest thing she’d ever seen. They spent all afternoon practicing while I was studying and then they came to get me to show me, but Izzy’s always been….a force of nature and Jace is reckless. They thought it would be the height of spectacle for Jace to throw the card in front of me and Izzy would shoot it out of the air.”

Magnus gasps at the story, “They didn’t.”

Alec nods seriously, chin bobbing against Magnus’ shoulder, “They did. I was sort of proud because Izzy did put a hole straight through the middle, but my eyebrow was on the other side. I knew I was fine but I let them panic a little at all the blood because I thought they might learn their lesson that way.”

“And did they?” Magnus leans to look at Alec’s amused expression.

“Yes and no. Izzy’s an expert marksman, she keeps her carry license up to date and Jace refuses to even touch a paintball gun without a full safety check for everyone involved. He was an EMT for a couple of years too.”

“So they figured the lesson was to get better at it, not stop?”

Alec makes a face, “Yeah. Family trait I’m afraid.”

Magnus thinks about every time he was caught sneaking out and all the loopholes he exploited in his father’s rules and sighs.

“Max is going to be a terror one day, he gets it from both sides.”

“Oh?”

Magnus laughs, watching their son help a younger boy down the slide, “You met me in a questionable club in Jakarta. I told you I’d snuck out of my house for the night and you made me show you my ID to prove I wasn’t underage. Between the two of us I think you have more of the good streak.”

Alec makes a mock affronted noise and then he whispers, “I put a baby in you that night Magnus.”

It shouldn’t be hot, but Alec’s voice is warm and deep and Magnus can feel the slow curl of desire in his belly. Alec skims his nose along his throat, breathing in deep and Magnus flushes when he realizes Alec can smell his interest.

“We are at a park for fuck’s sake.”

Alec kisses his cheek and backs off, “You’re right. I’m sorry, I’m not usually so uh...forward.”

“Just me?”

“Yes.” Alec laughs, “Well and being around you has burned through the suppressant I was due to renew next week. I’ve not been off of them in years and it’s a bit...intense.”

Magnus takes that in, Alexander is probably hyper aware of his scent right now, even more because of Max. Alpha’s are often more sensitive to their partner’s, mate or not, with a new child around and since Max is new for Alec it has to be triggering some things.

“You said there’d been no one else?” Magnus steps away from his grasp, they need to be looking at each other to talk like this, but he tangles their fingers together.

“No, I-” Alexander takes a deep breath, “I couldn’t stomach the thought, no one else smelled right. I tried to move on but I had one rut and it was difficult so I didn’t...I never tried. I didn’t want to, honestly.”

Magnus squeezes his fingers, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I wasn’t much for romance in the first place, I’d only gone on a handful of dates before you, had one ill-fated relationship, if you could really call it that. I missed you more than I wanted to find someone else.” He looks away, tracking Max and Magnus studies him for a moment.

Alec is content but there’s a fading distress in his scent and Magnus gets the impression the rut he went through was more than just difficult.

“I dated a few people, after I had Max.” He offers and Alec glances at him, carefully neutral, “Some of them were lovely but none of them fit, most of them never even got to meet him. One of them stayed something of a friend for a little while, so he did, but we drifted apart, as friends do. He met one of the others but he didn’t like her and happily tried to kick her out of the house. He was three.”

Alec laughs at that, “Did he tell you why?”

Magnus bites his lip and nods, “He told her she was very pretty but not very nice and that she should leave because she was just making me sad. I might have tried to salvage it but Camille thought I was in the kitchen and told him to keep his “bastard little mouth shut” so I let Max see her out.”

Alec’s jaw clenches hard and Magnus winces, he should’ve probably cut that part out.

“Well, if she ever comes near you again I’ll do the honors this time.” Alec’s voice is steady but there’s a thread of protective, righteous anger in the way he smells and it makes something in Magnus endlessly pleased.

“Ayah!” Max interrupts them, dashing toward them with something in his little hands, “Daddy!”

They both kneel down so he can show them and he opens his hands to reveal a pretty little blue stone, “That girl gave it to me, she said I was really nice and blue was a nice color!” He points to a little girl with brown curls and a red bow who waves at them with a big smile.

“That’s great Max! Did you tell her thank you?” Magnus checks. His son might be destined to be a hellion, but he’ll be a hellion who minds his manners if Magnus can manage it.

“Yes! I told her she could have tea someday too.”

Alec carefully helps Max tuck the stone in his pocket and Magnus nods, “If an adult brings her to the shop I’ll make sure she gets some. Now, how about you, me, and daddy go for some ice cream?”

Max lights up and shouts a happy goodbye to the other kids, some of them wave but most are enthralled with their game.

Max picks all three of their flavors in the end and Alec and Magnus have to discreetly swap cones when he’s distracted. Magnus likes cookie dough much better than the bright blue cotton candy that Alec is happily eating and he makes a face.

“I don’t like the dough chunks.” Alec mumbles, hurrying to catch a drip with his tongue, “They’re too sugary.”

Magnus just looks from him to the vibrant blue treat and Alec shrugs. He’s ridiculous and Magnus should not like it as much as he does, but he does. They’re sitting at a metal table with a big umbrella overhead outside the ice cream shop and the breeze is nice.

Max himself has mint chip and is cheerfully licking away, looking far too cute as his feet kick where they don’t touch the ground. His wavy hair is a mess from all his play and sitting beside Alexander, both of them catching stray melting drops no one could deny they’re relation.

“Oh!” Alec fumbles for his phone, “Magnus could you take a picture of us, I promised I’d send one to Izzy.”

Magnus grins, navigating Alec’s phone with one hand so he can get the camera pulled up, “Smile!”

Max looks up with a big toothy grin but Alec huffs, “Meant like a selfie of all of us, I’m terrible at them and my fingers are sticky.”

Magnus blinks and then he’s grinning and shuffling his chair so he can get all of them and their ice cream cones, aware that Alec can probably smell how fucking happy he is.

He takes a couple and turns to look at Alec, Max focused on his cone again, “That good?”

“One more.” Alec says and then he’s leaning across the table, sticky blue lips meeting Magnus’ and he snaps a photo before shifting to kiss Alec a little better.

Chapter 2

Max resists the pull of sleep until late. He’s pouting adorably between sleepy little blinks by the time he’s too tired to protest Magnus putting him to bed and Alec can’t stop smiling at the sight. He joins them in Max’s bedroom, the space awash with blue’s and soft things, stars painted across the ceiling. The child-sweet scent of him is heavy here, the bright blueberry curl of his contentment makes Alec relax further.

His little boy is well loved, not that he expected anything else of Magnus. He sits on the edge of Max’s little bed and tucks the blankets close around him as Magnus gently strokes his cheek, singing a lullaby. Alec doesn’t speak the language, but he hums along. Max falls asleep easily, his little mouth open for his heavy breaths and his hand curled loosely beside Magnus’ wrist.

They sit companionably, just ensuring that Max is really out, for a while. Eventually they pull themselves away from the boy, quietly shutting the door and heading for the living room.

Magnus tugs Alec to sit beside him on the couch with a little smile and they stay close.

“Thank you.”

Alec’s brows draw together and he smiles, bemused, “What for?”

Magnus smiles back, a slow, sleepy thing, “Spending today with us. It was lovely.”

“Magnus...of course. I want to spend plenty more days like this. My schedule has definitely been cleared for this week so if it’s alright I’d like to be here?” He traces the tips of his fingers over the back of Magnus’ hand.

Easily tangling their fingers together Magnus hums and his warm sleepy sandalwood scent gains a hint of sharpness, “ I’m glad you want to but...not everyday.”

Alec can’t help the way he tenses but he refuses to jump to conclusions, they’ve wasted enough time, “Okay? If I’m going to be in the way or anything, please, tell me.”

Magnus shakes his head with a rueful twist to his lips, “No such thing, I’d love having you in my way. I just...I know last night we talked about wanting more, wanting to be mates,” he takes a breath, “and I do want that but I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves. It feels so perfect right now, being with you, but we don’t really know each other as well as we should if we’re going to take that kind of step. We’ve not had to juggle our work, our relationship, and our son. I think we need to give ourselves the space to do this properly, not rush into things together because we missed our first chance. That could ruin us again.”

Alec blinks but listens. Magnus is right, they need to do this right. They don’t have to be cautious but they do need to give themselves some time to learn about each other, about annoying habits and tender spots. Magnus has never seen him on a three day work and worry streak, he doesn’t know Magnus’ vices or his working habits.

“I think that sounds like wisdom speaking. So I know another thing now, I know you’re wise.”

Magnus laughs and the sharpness in his scent fades, the warmth of them together burrowing into Alec’s chest.

“You are definitely never allowed to have tea with Ragnor, he would do his best to dissuade you of that.” Magnus winks.

“I agree with you about not rushing into things but...why not spend the week together? Maybe not every night, but the days?” Alec is careful to make it clear he’s only curious.

“Aside from how likely it is we would overwhelm each other a bit? Max. He’s always wanted a Daddy and you’re so good with him but I worry that if you’re here so much and then not when you go back to work he’ll be hurt by it. I just, I don’t want to do anything to make him think he can’t be exactly himself around you or that you might not be staying in his life.” Magnus’ free hand twists in the air as he talks, nervous.

Alec sighs and leans a little more firmly against Magnus.

“I don’t want to make him think anything like that. I want to do right by both of you. What do you think about every other day? Maybe?”

Magnus relaxes against him, “I think that would be perfect, and I think that I’m going to text you enough on the days you aren’t here you won’t even miss us.”

Alec presses a kiss to his temple and says, low, “I’d miss you if you were in the next room, I’ve missed you for years.”

He doesn’t miss the way that Magnus’ cheeks are a little pink as he twists to press a kiss to Alec’s mouth. It’s soft and easy, just lips dragging together, but it’s perfect.

It also reminds Alec of his potential gift.

They part and he shifts to more comfortably face Magnus, “I wanted to ask-and I won’t mind if you don’t want it right now, or at all-” Magnus looks curious, “If it was okay if I left you with something of mine for your nest?”

Magnus’s eyes flicker over him and Alec worries he’s overstepped, but then a soft, surprised smile touches Magnus’ mouth.

“I know I just said we should feel things out but I-” Magnus lifts his chin, unconscious but enough to draw Alec’s attention to his bare throat, “-find that I want your scent around me too much to say no. I would love for you to bring something for my nest.”

Alec glances down with a little smile, “Well...I thought I could give you my shirt. I’m wearing a second layer, Izzy said that it would be better for me to wear what I wanted to give you, so my scent was stronger. I thought um, I could trade it out when it starts to fade.”

Magnus touches the backs of his fingers, rings cool, to Alec’s cheek. His lovely eyes have gone the color of melted caramel with affection and Alec has to drag a breath in through his mouth at his scent, all surprised delight.

“Please.” Magnus nods, “That would be wonderful.”

Alec tugs his plain t-shirt off, the simple undershirt he’s wearing sticking to it for a moment before he separates them. He holds the shirt out to Magnus and has to repress a laugh when he realizes how dazed he looks.

“Magnus?”

“Mmm?” Magnus blinks, looking away from his torso only to stop at his now exposed arms and Alec does start laughing then.

“See something nice?”

Magnus takes the shirt and holds it up to his face, pointedly looking at Alec as he inhales slowly, lips curling up. Alec swallows hard at the obvious display.

“More than nice. You are going to test my self-control, Alexander.”

The noise that catches in Alec’s throat is half-laugh, half alpha want and he watches Magnus’ pupils dilate. Their scents grow spiced and heavy between them, enough that Alec can almost pick his own pine-sharp arousal from Magnus’.

Magnus’ tongue darts out to wet his lips and Alec sways momentarily closer, before he catches himself. He leans away and watches Magnus blink, face falling a little.

“As badly as I want to kiss you, I think we both need a second.”

Expression clearing, Magnus rolls his eyes, “We are being a bit ridiculous.” He pats the shirt now in his lap, “I’m going to put this where it belongs and then we are going to say goodnight like perfectly reasonable adults.”

They grin at each other and if Alec lets his gaze linger on Magnus’ butt when he walks away, well…

Jace calls Alec a workaholic approximately once a day. Normally Alec just scoffs at him but considering how his day off and apart from Magnus goes, he’s worried his brother is right.

He manages to sleep, though it might have something to do with the way Magnus’ happy scent is stuck to the jacket he drapes over his pillow. He wakes a little later than usual and tries to drag out his morning routine.

By the time he’s sitting at the table that he only owns for nights when his siblings and their mates come over, he’s listless. He swirls his coffee a little, the syrup he uses already well mixed in. After staring a little longer he decides he’s allowed a treat and goes for the whipped cream.

He sprays it into his cup and raises it to take a sip, only to stop.

For six years he’s accompanied his coffee with a quiet wish for Magnus’ joy, with a little push for the universe to be gentle to the omega he’d loved and lost. The thought of not doing so leaves him bereft.

Alec tugs his phone toward him and snaps a picture of his coffee, the tower of whipped cream leaning a little to the side. He sends it to Magnus with a little sunrise emoji.

Alec 8:06a

Here’s a secret about me, take it to your grave… I love whipped cream.

He sets his phone back down and licks at the cream to keep it from making a mess. He stares at the table with a little frown and thinks: I hope Magnus has a good day, I hope the world is kind to him still. I hope Max smiles.

He makes it until almost three before he gives in. Max has been quietly drawing for an hour and the store has lulled after their lunch rush. No one is currently in need of Magnus and the number of texts he’s received from Alec assure him that the other man is not busy.

As he thinks it he gets another picture. This time it’s of a grumpy looking cat sleeping in a patch of sunlight. Based on the last photos, he’s fairly certain it’s Alec’ living room floor.

Magnus 2:47p

You have a cat?

Alec 2:47p

I might. Church (him) would argue that I am a trespasser in his house. He’s technically a registered therapy animal but he’s so grumpy his last owner gave him up.

Magnus 2:48p

Does he like other cats?

Alec 2:48p

I think so? Clary brought a kitten over once when she was volunteering at a shelter, Church seemed to like it. Why, did you have a cat hidden somewhere?

Magnus 2:48p

There’s a few cats that make their rounds here and I was thinking about getting a kitten for Max’s birthday.

Alec 2:49p

Oh?

Magnus 2:49p

It may, just a tiny bit, possibly, be because I want a kitten very badly.

Bubbles appear to indicate Alec is typing and Magnus decides that he is definitely not too busy for a call. He moves toward the little couch where Max is drawing, hits the button to video call, and waits with a little smile.

The call connects and Alec’s messy hair and warm smile fill the screen. His eyes are bright and he appears to have leaned his phone against something because he’s sitting so he can rest his chin on his folded arms.

“Hello, gorgeous.” Magnus is helpless to the way he grins as he greets Alec.

“ Hey.” Alec hides his mouth in his arms but the gleam in his eyes tells Magnus how pleased he is. He doesn’t get to say anything more though, because the sound of Alec’s voice draws Max’s notice.

“Daddy?” The little boy leans into Magnus’ space, hands braced on his leg as he cranes his head to see the screen.

Magnus laughs as Alec lights up even more, he is just too much looking so delighted, and holds the phone so Max can climb into his lap. The little boy hesitates, grabs the paper he was working on, and then gets situated.

“Hey little bat, what’s that?”

Max smooths the paper out, shy for a moment and then turns it over to examine it. Magnus’ heart clenches when he sees the art his son has been working on. It’s the three of them, clearly, but they all have butterfly wings. Magnus’ are red and gold, Alec’s are blue and black, while Max’s are all four colors. His son is still staring at his drawing.

“You don’t have to show me, if you don’t want to.” Alec says it so very gently and Magnus gives Max a little squeeze of encouragement.

“Here.” Max holds the paper up and Magnus watches the way it affects Alexander. His eyes widen a fraction and his jaw loosens as he takes in the full picture. When he speaks again he has to clear his throat and his eyes are wet.

“That’s really great Max. Our wings are really cool.”

“Mine are like yours and Ayah’s, because I’m made of both of you.”

Magnus has to press a kiss to Max’s hair, working not to let the arm holding his phone out tremble.

“That’s right.” Alec does well at covering for Max, but Magnus can hear how hard he has to work to keep his voice steady.

“I’ll put it somewhere safe so Daddy can see it when he comes over tomorrow, okay?” Magnus says and Max nods, his shyness fading under his parent’s love.

He starts chattering easily enough, asking Alec all about what he’s doing and getting very excited when Alec turns the phone so they can see Church, blinking blearily at them. Magnus doesn’t get to say nearly as much as he wants to before the sound of the singing bowl calls him away, but he leaves his phone with Max.

The sound of his son laughing with Alexander carries him through the rest of his day.

Alec is laying draped over the couch, head in Magnus’ lap. It’s their last day together before Alec has to go back to work and Max has done his best to wear them out. They’d spent hours playing games and taking turns playing villains to Max’s dramatic, magic, hero. He’d been just as exhausted by early evening and they’d read to him together until he’d drifted off curled into Alec’s side.

“You know, I almost had a younger brother named Max.”

Magnus hums, “Almost?”

Alec shifts, glancing up at him, “He didn’t make it. My mother was different then, a little. She was warmer toward Izzy and Jace at least, but I think losing a baby when she did really took a toll. She learned my father was cheating on her a month or so before and there was a lot going on with the company. I think she sort of blamed everyone around her when it happened, the stress trying to balance personal drama and professional issues caused. She and I... when I was sixteen, just before she found out she was pregnant, I told her I was gay. It didn’t go well, so things were already rocky between us.”

Magnus just listens, carding a hand slowly through Alexander’s hair.

“I guess, when you said his name was Max, I thought it was fitting. In a way it was like another person I lost coming back to me.” Alec frowns, “That sounds like I’m saying...I don’t think of him as a replace for anyone, he’s ours and he’s amazing but it, it means a lot to me that they share a name.”

Magnus sighs, he doesn’t know how to put it into words either, but he understands what Alec is trying to say. He rubs his thumb over one of Alexander’s heavy brows.

“I’m glad too. It’s like I gave him a little of you without knowing.”

Alec’s expression eases and he smiles softly, “Yeah.”

They lapse into quiet again, Magnus trailing touches down Alec’s neck slowly, admiring the man as he relaxes. They let go of the weight of heavy thoughts as they just breathe together.

Quite by accident Magnus fingernails catch on a slow downward drag and Alec sucks in a breath. The scent of serene alpha takes on a spicy edge, the faintest touch of crushed pine.

Magnus swallows and more deliberately runs the edges of his painted nails behind Alexander’s ear.

“Magnus-” Alec’s voice is heavy, warning.

He presses a little harder, mesmerized as he fills his lungs with the growing smell of Alec’s desire. In a moment Alexander has moved.

He’s sitting up, hands gently wrapping around Magnus’ wrists as he leans in, brushing his nose up the column of Magnus’ throat, his breath warm as his ghosts over his pulse. The heat in the room rises, their scents blooming with want.

“Magnus.” Alec whispers the word, the quietness of it doing nothing to hide the desire in it.

Magnus tips his head to the side and gasps at the drag of lips as Alec leaves a line of kisses over his skin until their mouths meet. Alec releases his caught hands and Magnus winds fingers into dark hair, leans into the wide spread of Alec’s fingers as he cradles the omega’s face.

Alec gives into his hungry mouth as Magnus presses into him, insistent and needing. The scent and taste that fills his senses is overwhelming, it’s everything he’s been missing for so long and he refuses to pull away. Alec makes a low sound in his throat, vibrating in his chest for a moment with the edge of alpha that makes ancient biology in Magnus desperate.

The large, hot hands that cupped his face so tenderly grip his hips firmly. Magnus couldn’t say which of them initiates the move, but they’re both pulled along by the tide of shared lust, and he’s pulled fully into Alec’s lap.

He makes a noise of his own, something he’s never heard from himself outside of his worst heats, and Alec surges against him with a low moan. Magnus thinks he could burn to ash under Alexander’s touch, thinks it’d be a sweet way to go and then Alec guides him through a roll of his hips and he doesn’t think much at all.

They don’t part from one another’s mouth except to gasp as they allow friction to build between them. It’s torment to not be bare against one another but stopping long enough to remove anything would be intolerable and definitely not necessary.

Alec shudders and jerks hard against Magnus, even as the omega let’s out an overwhelmed groan and they finally slow.

Foreheads pressed together, they both pant until Alec chuckles breathlessly.

“Something-” Magnus swallows, “-Something funny?”

Alec just laughs again and Magnus is helpless against it, joining in despite the uncomfortable dampness in his pants.

“We are so good at taking this slow.” Alec half-laughs out.

Magnus smacks at his arm, “Maybe if you didn’t smell amazing and taste even better we’d have a chance?”

There’s more than just exertion coloring Alec’s cheeks but he pulls back with his eyebrows raised, “Me? What am I supposed to do with you right in front of me, all-” he trails off, letting go of Magnus’ hip to gesture.

“You just indicated all of me.”

“Exactly.”

Magnus leans forward to smack a kiss to his lips, ignoring the huff of laughter it earns him. He shifts back quickly though, grimacing.

“Need to borrow some pants?”

Alec shifts and cringes, “Underwear, at least. God, we really just did that.”

With as regal a shrug as he can manage, Magnus gingerly slides off of Alec, “I don’t have any regrets.”

He’s trying for an airy sort of tease but he can’t help the little niggle of worry. He knows Alec is still adjusting to the sudden burn-out of his suppressant, mild as the effects can be, and they did agree to do things right this time. Alexander may not have much practice, but he’s already good at knowing when to reassure it seems.

“I could never regret you.” He smiles, like he hasn’t just made another breath-stealing declaration, “Getting carried away with you has, to date, only resulted in the best things.”

Magnus doesn’t have a defense for that, nor the way that Alec wears his every feeling on his sleeve when they’re together. He’s gotten the impression, from the few texts he’s exchanged with Isabelle, that Alexander Lightwood is a stoic, unreadable professional and often taciturn, even in private. None of that holds true when they’re together though, any of it melts after minutes together and Magnus secretly hopes Alec never stops letting all his walls down so easily around him.

“Pants.” Magnus says, instead of voicing any of the swirling joys and worries.

“Pants.” Alec agrees with a silly little wiggle of his hips and an exaggerated face.

He means to go grab them, maybe make them something to drink, and start the enjoyable process of telling Alexander goodnight, but he stops after only a few steps.

“Stay tonight?”

Alec looks surprised, then pleased and he stands, “If you don’t mind that I’ll need to be up early?”

“I’ll text Isabelle to bring you clothes and feed Church if you need, but no, I don’t mind. Max will probably be up with the sun after his early night anyway.”

Alec follows him into his bedroom, politely waiting for Magnus to bring them pants to sleep in. Magnus had told him that he’d made his nest inside the large walk-in closet because it was a safely enclosed space and Alec had been conscientious of it every time he’d been in the bedroom.

“If you text Izzy, because she definitely won’t ask so many terrible questions if it’s you, I can probably stay long enough to help get Max ready for the day.” Alec tells him, stripping out of his pants even as Magnus chokes a little.

“That would be wonderful, darling.”

“I want to be his parent for more than just the fun parts.”

Magnus wonders how many times his heart can take Alec’s sweetness before it just leaps out of his chest and into the man’s hands.

“I know. I want that too. Spend the morning with us if you can manage and, well, once you know what work looks like tell me and we can,” He tries to hide the twist in his stomach at the thought of Alec’s real life taking him away, “we can figure it out.”

Alec looks at him seriously, “Magnus. I am going to make time for you and Max. I have never even taken a sick day, not even for ruts since I’ve been suppressing them, and you can ask anyone, I have a dire need for a social life. The company won’t fall apart if I actually take time to live my life. Even if it would, I'd figure it out to give us the time and effort we deserve.”

“Alexander…” Magnus can feel wetness gathering, “Thank you. I will do my best to put as much effort into this, but we really have to go to bed now.”

“Tired?” Alec sounds concerned and Magnus laughs.

“Yes, darling, but mostly I’m afraid if we don’t get to sleep you’ll keep being absolutely exceptional and sweet and I’ll be overcome.”

Alexander looks delighted by that, “I’m just being honest.”

Magnus tries to glare, but the way he keeps smiling ruins it, “That is precisely what I mean.”

Alec raises his hands in mock surrender as Magnus finally gets changed and slides into bed beside him, but he figures if that’s the only problem they have for the moment it’s well worth it.

Part Three

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