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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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GUESS WHO'S BAAAACCCCCKKKKKK

THAT'S RIGHT! IT'S ME!

LEMME JUST SAY the number of times you've made me cry with your fics isn't even funny anymore...

ok ok ok but LEXI OMG SHE'S SUCH A HERONDALE SDYJCDCGYGYCDGYUYUGZSDGYUGYUACGYUMSGYUMSZD I LOVE HER SO MUCH

And "Jason talk dirty to me" is the best way to start a fic, I said what I said.

Don't we all hate zoom meetings? I know I sure do and I have class in 5 and a half hours (i woke up at 1 am...don't even question it). Technically i was gonna try and go back to sleep when I remembered HOLY SHIT LBAF FUCK SLEEP I CAN STAY UP

Also...KIERARKTINA CHILDREN XSUHSGYDSDGJM IM SCREAMING. At first, i was like...one child...TWO CHILD???? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Patrick...I never really knew the guy well but Aline is grieving LEAVE ME ALONE TO CRY

Lexi wrinkled her nose at the name. “I have a message for you.”

“You love me more than mom?” Jace asked.

THE WAY SHE SAID YES WITHOUT HESITATION

but seriously though...do silent brothers wear clothing under their robes...?

ALL THAT FORESHADOWING ABOUT "Darker times" IM SCARED AND I ALSO BELIEVE THIS ISN'T JUST ABOUT THE COHORT.

“I’m not a child!” Lexi protested.

You are seven years old, brother Enoch pointed out. He had been there to place the protection charms after the twins had been born.

If Jace didn’t know any better he’d say the silent brother was sassing her.

But Lexi was a Herondale.

“I’m 49 in dog years!” Lexi huffed.

You are not a dog, Alexandra.

“Daddy said I can be anything I want to be,” Lexi stuck out her tongue. “I’m a dog. A very old dog. Woof!”

Brother Enoch turned to him as if to say, ‘control your Herondale spawn’.

HERONDALE SPAWN.

There is so much going on in these lines BUT LEXI IS A WHOLE ASS MOOD YES BESTIE IF YOU WANNA BE A DOG THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE GONNA BE FUCK EVERYTHING ELSE!! WOOF

Jace knew many children had been orphaned by the war with the cohort - like Diego’s daughter, who had been adopted from the Chennai Institute.

This part scared me because for a second I was like "IS DIEGO DEAD??????" before I read on and my mind caught on.

ok on to my second favorite character right after Lexi

DAVID MY CHILD I SAY WE KILL ALBERT. SCREW THE PRISON I'M GONNA BURN THIS BITCH ALIVE

THE FUCKING AUDACITY OF HIM. DAVID IS A CHILD HONESTLY FUCK YOU. I WAS SO ANGRY THIS LITTLE SHIT HOW DARE HE.

I just wanna squeezes David into a bear hug ill protect him from now.

THE FAIRCHILD-HERONDALE FAMILY IM GONNA SCREAM

THEY ARE SO PRECIOUS ISTG AHDGYJDYUKCYDVYGDJHVCGYJMDV

Max stamped his foot on the ground, because he liked to be theatrical about everything

Im sure we all know where he gets it from...

“Shall we go check on the little miscreants?”

“Max and Rafe aren’t that bad,” Jace replied faithfully.

“I was talking about your girls,” Magnus grinned. “My boys are literal angels.”

“One of them is a warlock,” Jace pointed out. “With demon blood.”

“You know your family descended from Tessa, right?” Magnus asked. “Your children have demon blood too.”

“Yikes, no wonder people want us gone,” Jace chuckled and Magnus chuckled with him.

THIS WHOLE CONVERSATION THEY HAVE COME SO FAR ISTG IM GONNA CRY

“Did you know there is a trick to find out if kids are really sleeping?”

“A magic trick?” Jace asked.

“Yes,” Magnus winked. “You see…When kids are asleep, really asleep, they put up right hand. Only parents know of this secret.”

Rafael and Selena remained still, his little celery still snoring gently.

Max’s hand slowly went up and Lexi’s followed.

A bark of laughter escaped Jace, and Magnus shushed him.

“Miscreants!” Jace whispered.

“I told you so!” Magnus chuckled.

“I know of another secret. I heard the Consul has a new punishment for kids who lie,” Jace said. “They apparently have to eat Izzy’s food.”

The hands flopped back into bed immediately and Magnus covered his mouth to control his laughter.

THE DOMESTICITY OF THIS SCENE OH MY GOD

also TIAN!! ISTG IF WE DON'T SEE HIM IN TWP OR TEC 3 MARRIED AND HAPPY WITH JIN FENG IM GONNA BE VERY SAD

“Damn, I would have gladly punched you in the face, Herondale. Next time, ask for volunteers.”

Damn bestie-

“This is ridiculous! I didn’t do anything!” Albert yelled and looked at the brother Enoch. “You saw what they did, right?”

I’m a silent brother, Albert. I can’t see. Surely you know that.

Exactly you blind fuck.

we got Jace and alec brotp bonding leave me alone to cry in a corner. the fact that shadowhunters don't have laws protecting children like wtf is wrong with you people

“Alexandra,” his parabatai interrupted. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” “Shouldn’t you be in Los Angeles?” Lexi countered.

LEXI AYUAHGUSUSUGWDCDGD,DCGKSDYG,SDGSCDH.

“Max is awake?” Magnus was alert now.

“And Max is hungry!!!” the boy walked into the room.

Live footage of me every morning (or evening. or night. depends on my sleep schedule)

DAVID LEGIT HAD A LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT MOMENT MY PRECIOUS

HE NEEDS TO BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS

“Oh my god, who is this?” Max yelled and jumped straight into the bed, right next to David. “Are you a shadowhunter? Where are you from? Your eyes are so blue! My daddy has blue eyes too! Wait, I also have blue eyes! We both have blue eyes!”

Max- PLEASE THIS IS SO CUTE

“Yay!” Lexi yelled. “You could pretend to be my other twin.”

“Then you would be triplets,” Alec mumbled quietly. “Not twins.”

Oh shush

“Our people are not going to like this, Alec,” Jace pointed out.

“Well, that’s too bad,” Alec said unapologetically. “I’m the Consul.”

YES BITCH SHOW THEM

I really hope Albert does have to come crawling back and have his marks stripped.

“Is that...Is that a stubble?” Jace asked when something prickled his cheek.

“Yes.”

"Are you growing a beard?" Jace inquired sceptically.

"Yes."

“Gross. I don’t like it,” Jace complained.

“Too bad. Cause I do.”

“I’m going to tell Magnus to shave it off while you are asleep,” Jace muttered.

“Jokes on you. He likes it too.”

Jace weren't you starting to grow a beard in TDA as well-

no, but I'm with Jace on this one.

“So, I heard an interesting story from Magnus when I came in,” his wife said, coming out of her bathroom, wiping her face with a towel. “You adopted a kid, I hear? Your parabatai is really rubbing off on you, huh?”

It's the alec affect bestie.

“He only said there is a child at the institute who needs my help. At first, I thought he was talking about you.”

I-

Jace trying to find David a new last name was so goddamn sweet I'm crying in a corner. And David choosing to keep his name as a reminder that he survived??? TEARS

Selena had learned Spanish so she can talk to Rafael. Then she had learned French just because she could.

Oh to be good at languages...

“It means darling,” Jace corrected and then beamed. “But wait! It also means cabbage! David, you are going to be my little cabbage.”

Lexi, Selena, and Clary groaned in unison.

“You’ll have to deal with this, David,” Clary said apologetically, not letting go of the boy. “Lexi is Lettuce. Selena is Celery and I’m Carrot.”

AJHHUHYUCDJILSDYVGILCQBCDHCUOUCEDCCSCUHKK SCREAMING

DAVID YOU ARE GONNA BE EATING PIZZA TONIGHT SCREW VEGETABLES.

THE LIBRARY SLEEPOVER!!! SQUEALS. I LOVE READING TOO I WANNA JOIN THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That was so long wtf-

and I guess I don't truly understand what it's like to be a child abuse victim but to all those who can hurt a child and not feel anything...I hope they fucking pay for what they do. All those kids who survive are so goddamn strong but why the fuck does one have to go through so much shit and people be like "oh you came out stronger" sure bitch but they didn't deserve this shit in the first place. i might be saying it wrong but we seriously need more strict laws against this kind of shit.

damn, I curse a lot. SEE YA ON FRIDAY BYE

Me scrolling through this entire liveblog like:

Thank you so much. It made my day! I love reading reactions!!! (lol you know that)

I am so glad you like the first chapter. And I curse a lot too so issokay ;)

And thank you for that last point. It's what we need more of in this world - empathy and understanding x.

And we definitely need better laws - but these laws also need to be implemented correctly - without judgment and with efficiency.

We have a long way to go just like the shadowhunters oof.

#THANKS AGAIN BYEEEEEE #lbaf

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lelitachay · 4 years

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Frozen fanfiction: Søsken

Summary: Even though Anna loved her sister-in-law, she couldn’t help but notice there was something peculiar about Elsa. Everything starts to make sense after an accident and a forced family reunion.

Modern AU. Kristanna - Frohana - Kristoff & Elsa BrOTP.

Chapters 1 to 10 - Here

Chapter 11 - Repercussions

Time apart

Only the dim light of a lamp illuminated the room where Elsa was sitting. She was on the same armchair she had been sitting the previous day when she had been told the truth about her birth parents. She was looking at the papers Agdar had given her. Still incredulous about the information detailed there, she kept reading the same words over and over again, as if those documents were going to answer the many questions she had.

The old clock on the corner had just struck four in the morning, when the young woman realised she had been looking at the same old yellow certificates for over half an hour. Her mind had been trying to go over the multiple reasons Agdar and Idunn could have had to abandon her. But the answer was always the same to her, 'You are different.' Her mind would tell her over and over again. 'They could have raised you. They simply chose not to. They raised Anna. You are the problem. You are dangerous. You are different.'

It didn't matter how hard she tried to look for a different answer, her mind always came back to the same conclusion. And it hurt. It hurt more than she had ever imagined. All her life she had said she didn't care about her birth parents. But deep down, she had always wished they had had a good reason to leave her behind. Kristoff's parents had died in a car accident. They loved him, but destiny had other plans for them. Her parents, on the other side, had decided to leave her behind.

She let out a shuddering breath, and then she noticed Kristoff standing by the door. She tried her best to dry the tears that kept falling down her cheeks, but it was useless. She knew her brother had noticed she had been crying even before she had seen him standing there. She tried her best to avoid looking at him, hoping he was going to understand the silent message and leave her alone; but she knew it was a matter of time until he said something to her.

Kristoff, who had seen the light coming from the living room on his way to the bathroom, thought the best thing to do was make sure that whoever was in the living room at that time of the night was okay. His intuition told him it was his sister, but it could have easily been one of his parents too. The news hadn’t sit well with them either.

He was thankful to see it was his sister the one sitting in the armchair. He hadn't had the chance to talk to her during the day, since Elsa refused to leave her room after the Arendelle family left. And in his worry, he had stayed the night, hoping to be there for her whenever she felt ready to leave her room and talk.

"Elsa?" he said when she noticed his presence. He had seen her crying, and felt it was best to let her realise he was there on her own, rather than startle her. He looked at her, waiting for an answer; but she kept looking at those damn certificates as she tried in vain to dry her tears. He didn’t understand her insistence in showing a strong exterior when it was obvious she was in pain.

“How long have you been here?” he asked in a low voice. He didn’t want to wake his parents up. He waited for quite some time, and when it was obvious she was not going to answer, he let out a sigh and tried again, “Elsa.”

“What do you want, Kristoff?” she hissed. She rested her head on her hands, and tried in vain to use her palms to dry the tears. She had hoped he was going to understand her need to be alone, but clearly he was not going to leave without an answer. She was not ready to talk to him, or anyone for that matter, she was still struggling with the realisation that she could have had a family, but they had been better off without her.

He raised his brows in surprise, he had imagined she was going to be hurt, but he didn’t expect her to be angry. Not at the beginning at least. “How are you feeling?” he asked. “We worried when you didn’t open your door at all yesterday.”

“It was frozen shut,” came the short reply. She had tried to open the door at some point during the evening, when Gerda had begged to see her. But her powers had had other plans.

“Oh…” He understood what that meant. Kristoff remembered all the times his parents had tried to help a scared Elsa who had frozen her door after a nightmare. “Do you want to talk?” he said, gesturing to the papers on the coffee table.

Elsa let a tired sigh escape her lips. The tears had stopped, but she didn’t feel good enough to talk to anyone, especially her brother. She loved him, but being honest, she didn’t want to see him at that moment. “People sitting alone in the middle of the night usually don’t want to talk.”

Kristoff pursed his lips as he thought what to say. It was not easy to get Elsa to open up when she didn’t feel like it. “I thought you just couldn’t sleep...” he said. Part of him knew it was best to return to his bedroom, but the last thing he wanted to do was leaving her alone. He couldn’t imagine what was going through her mind at that moment. ‘Probably nothing good,’ he thought.

He walked to the nearest armchair and sat down. He watched the papers on the coffee table and asked, “What are those? Certificates?” Truth was, no-one in the family had read the documents except for Elsa. They felt it was wrong to do so without her consent.

Elsa hesitated before answering. She really wanted Kristoff to leave her alone, but she didn’t want to start an argument either. She thought it was best to tell him, after all, she had noticed the papers were in the same place she had left them. “They detail information about Elsa Arendelle.” Elsa picked them once again as she read some of the information in the birth certificate. “She was born on February 1st. In Romsdal. Her parents were Agdar Arendelle and Idunn Nilsdotter.”

“Your birthday was last week?” asked Kristoff surprised to find out the date of her birthday. Elsa was still older than him by little over a month.

“No,” said Elsa upset. “My birthday was on December 22nd.”

“Elsa…” Kristoff knew what she was doing. She was trying to talk as if Elsa Arendelle was another person entirely, and he knew it was for the worst in the long run. The truth was out there, and even if they didn’t like it, it was better to accept it. He thought himself a hypocrite at that moment though. Just a few days ago he had been trying to do the same thing as Elsa.

“What, Kristoff?” asked Elsa. It was getting harder for her to stay calm.

“Nothing," he replied unsure of what to say. She was angry at him, that much was clear. He was not sure why, but he wanted her to open up. He didn’t want her to keep everything inside. He raised his hands showing innocence and said, “I- I just thought it was interesting to know your birthday... Don’t you?”

She shook her head and looked down. “I’m not this person. This-" said Elsa shaking the paper on her hand. "This is the person I could’ve been. It’s not who I am. Nor who I want to be.”

Kristoff had to admit her answer made sense. It was true Elsa was not the same person than the baby in that certificate. So many things would have been different in her life if she had grown up with her biological family, it was fair to assume they were different people.

They stayed silent for some minutes, each sibling lost in their own thoughts. Kristoff desperately wanted to say something that could make things better, that could erase Elsa's sadness; but nothing seemed right at that moment.

Elsa, on the other hand, kept debating with herself if she should ask her brother what had been on her mind since the previous day. She had heard her brother arguing with Anna. It had been hard to ignore their yells in front of the house, not far away from her window. She had been trying to understand and process what she had just been told, when she heard them outside. The way they had talked about the truth as if it was old news didn't sit well with her.

Making up her mind, and finding the strength to ask, she said, "Did you know?"

Kristoff thought his sister was going to remain silent for as long as she could, so her question surprised him. "What?" he asked, not sure what she was talking about.

"Did you know?" she repeated. "About this…" She pointed to the documents in front of her. "About who I am."

"I did- No..." he hesitated. Kristoff didn't know where the question was coming from, but he felt lost for words. He wanted to be honest, but he didn't know how to explain he had known for a couple of days.

Not liking his hesitation, she asked again, "I heard you and Anna argue yesterday. Please be honest with me, did you know?"

"Yes." He couldn't do it. He couldn't lie to her.

A pained expression was soon replaced by a glare when she registered his words. “Why didn't you tell me?”

“I tried. I mean, I didn’t try. But I was going to-” He ran his hands through his hair. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

"Is that why you and Anna insisted I met your parents-in-law?" Elsa thought Anna and her brother had realised she was Arandelles’ daughter even before Agdar and Idunn did.

“What?”

"Is that why you forced me to stay at their house when I begged you to let me go?" Even if at the beginning Elsa had felt guilty about the accident; as days went by, she felt her brother hadn't been fair with her that night. After the initial guilt had faded, she realised Kristoff hadn't really helped her in the Arendelles' house. Not until she had exposed her powers at least. "Did you and Anna want them to come to the realisation they were my parents or something?" Her brain kept making assumptions about that night and everything that had happened since.

"No! I didn't know the truth then!" he protested, raising his voice.

"Then why?!" she asked. Her eyes brimmed with new tears as she continued, "Why did you force me to go and stay there?!"

They both were raising their voices and he knew things were getting out of hand. He needed Elsa to listen and understand. "Yes, I wanted you to meet them; but it was because I wanted Agdar and Idunn to like you that’s all. I’m sorry I forced you to stay that night but I felt the two of you needed to apologise."

"Why would you care if they liked me or not if it's not for this?" She picked her birth certificate just to toss it once again.

"No. Elsa, listen, you are getting it all wrong." he tried to explain. "Anna and I found out the truth, yes. But it was just a few days ago. After the accident." He needed her to understand he would never even consider doing something like that to her. "And the only reason I didn't tell you this week was because I didn't know how! I was still trying to understand the news myself! How can you think I would do something like that to you?!" He tried to be patient but her mistrust was getting on his nerves.

"Then why did it matter if they liked me or not?!" Deep down, Elsa knew she was mixing things up. All the things she had wanted to discuss with her brother were coming out and she didn't even know what made her angrier.

"Because they are the parents of your first friend in forever!" he yelled. He was frustrated. All he wanted was to help her out, but she wouldn't accept it. "Because you were finally willing to try and let someone in! That’s why I wanted you to meet them, and for them to like you.” He noticed she was finally listening to him and took the opportunity to explain himself better about the truth. “And about your parents… I only kept the truth from you for a few days. I swear.”

“Is that why you avoided me like the plague this week?”

Ashamed of himself when he saw his sister’s disappointment, he nodded. “I wanted to protect you.”

“Protect me? From what?”

“From this!” he said, pointing to her and the miserable state she was in. Elsa was still wearing the same clothes she had the day before. Her eyes showed she had been crying for longer than he had originally imagined; and, to make things worse, she had confessed freezing her room without her trying. “From you and your self-destructive thoughts! Don’t tell me this is healthy, Elsa.”

Elsa kept quiet. She was angry with her brother. Angrier than she'd ever remembered being, but she didn’t know what to say. It was true she was in a deplorable state, but it was not necessary for him to point it out. She couldn’t help feeling the way she did, and he made it sound as if it was all her fault.

“Do you feel better knowing the truth?” he asked.

“Of course not,” she yelled all of a sudden, surprising herself. “But I wouldn’t feel so miserable if I knew my brother cared enough to tell me truth.”

“You think I don’t care about you?!”

Before Elsa had the chance to answer, Kai stepped into the living room and turned on the light, calling the siblings attention. “That’s enough, Kristoff,” he said loud enough for both of them to stop.

“I was trying to-”

“I said it’s enough.”

Kai’s serious expression didn’t leave place for arguments. Knowing it was better to listen to his father, Kristoff stood up, apologised and left the room. Maybe his father interrupting was for the best. Elsa was hurt and it was hard for her to think straight. He just hoped Elsa could see his point of view and understand his intentions.

Kai watched his son disappear in the hallway and turned to his daughter who had remained silent. He soon realised Elsa had no intentions of returning to her room, so he simply said, “don’t stay up all night. Try to sleep, at least for a couple of hours, Elsa.” And with that he turned the light off and left Elsa alone with her thoughts and the dim light of the lamp once again.

The next morning, Kristoff was surprised to see his sister enter the kitchen and sit down to have breakfast with the rest of the family. Even Kai and Gerda were surprised to see her there, but they didn't comment on it.

Kristoff felt bad for their discussion during the night, but he still wished he could spare Elsa the pain of the truth. Elsa looked miserable. It was obvious she hadn't slept more than an hour, and she had a distant look in her eyes. However, he hoped the fact that he kept the truth hadn't affected her too much. He knew part of that sadness was his fault and it hurt.

It took a few minutes in silence for Gerda to lose her patience and ask, "how are you feeling today, dear?"

Elsa took another sip from her coffee. She then said, "I'm better. But I'm still trying to accept the fact that my birth parents couldn't care less about me…"

"Well… We didn't really listen to Agdar and Idunn yesterday. Maybe they had their reasons for what they did. Maybe they did care about you." It pained Gerda to say those words. Even when she knew it was the best for Elsa's peace of mind, she couldn’t help but feel she was hurting her daughter with sugar-coated lies. She didn’t know if Agdar and Idunn had justified reasons for what they did, but to think they were able to take care of a sweet girl like Anna merely four years later didn’t give Gerda much hope. She didn’t feel comfortable defending the Arendelle either. After Agdar and Idunn had left the house, and after Gerda had tried in vain to talk with Elsa through the door, the realisation that her daughter's biological parents had showed up in her life had hit her. The most selfish part of Gerda wanted Anna's parents to disappear and never talk to Elsa again. They had abandoned her as a baby and they were now showing up claiming to be her parents when she and Kai were the ones who had made everything in their power to raise Elsa into the woman she was today. When the world had turned its back to the lonely - different - child, they had stayed by her side and had tried to pick up the pieces. It was wrong for them to show up now and threaten the life they had built as a family. But she couldn’t let Elsa know how much their presence had affected her. She wanted Elsa to make her own decisions about her birth parents.

Elsa raised her head and looked at Gerda. It was clear she didn't believe her words. She noticed how hard the old woman was trying to say the right thing instead of what she truly believed. But she chose to dismiss that, and simply answer to what had said. "I don't think they did."

Kristoff who wanted to lift his sister's spirits, tried to speak his mind and give his opinion based on what the Arendelle family had tried to tell him days before, but he was soon interrupted by his sister.

"You could have said something days before, Kristoff," said Elsa not paying much attention to him.

Her tone was low and monotone, but it carried so much resentment. Kristoff knew there was no point in trying to talk with Elsa when she was in that state. He felt it was best to just excuse himself from the table. "I've got to go see Sven and then go to work," he said, standing up.

"You can stay and finish breakfast first, Kristoff." Gerda tried to make him stay. She had heard their fight the previous night, and it hurt her to see them like that. Kristoff had clearly made a mistake by keeping the truth from Elsa, but she understood her son's intentions. On the other hand, she couldn't blame Elsa for feeling betrayed. The whole situation was a mess and it was taking a toll on everyone in different ways.

"No, thanks. I've got to go," he replied as he picked his jacket from the chair. He kissed his mother on the cheek, bid his father and Elsa goodbye and left, not saying another word.

Some minutes later, after an uncomfortable silence, Elsa thought it was a good time to tell her parents what had been on her mind lately. She had made her mind up about returning home the previous night, and she thought it was best to just tell them. "I want to go home."

"What?" asked Gerda. She wondered what Elsa meant since she was there with them.

Elsa sighed, knowing her mother was not going to like her idea. "I want to go back to the North mountain. I've been in Trolheim for too long."

"Oh, well,I guess we could arrange to go one of these days if you want to make sure everything is okay."

"No, you don't understand. I want to go back. I want to go home to stay."

"What?" She stopped picking up the the cups from the table to look at Elsa. "No," she said. Something told Gerda it was a bad idea. Terrible. Elsa had mentioned going back to the North mountain after the accident, and she felt it wasn't good for her to leave so suddenly. "No, no," she repeated. "You are still healing it's not-"

"I've been feeling good enough to live on my own for weeks now," interrupted Elsa. Gerda was using her leg as an excuse to keep her in town and she knew it.

"Elsa, we've talked about this." There was no point in pretending this was about her broken leg anymore, and said, "It's not healthy to isolate yourself."

Elsa let out a tired sighed, she was tired of this. Of constantly explaining her decisions to everyone. "I'm going back." She left no place for arguments. "If you don't want to give me a ride I could take a bus, and then ask Marshall to help me get to the cottage." Elsa had made up her mind about it. She didn't like living in the city, she found it too stressful. The only reason she hadn't miss the mountain so much in the last few weeks, had been due to Anna and Kristoff's company. But now that was broken. She didn't feel like staying anymore.

"I'll take you," said Kai surprising both women. He had remained sitting quietly since Kristoff left the table.

"Kai!" complained Gerda. "What are you saying?" She then turned to Elsa once again. "Elsa, you should stay here, at least until the next doctor's appointment."

"It's not like I'm not coming back, mum. I just want to be on my own for a while. I promise I'll be back for every appointment."

"Is this because of-?"

Before the old woman had the chance to ask her about the Arendelles, Elsa hurried and said, "It's because I've wanted to be back home since the accident. I miss my cottage."

"I'll arrange to have my shift later tomorrow, so I can take you. You are not taking the bus if I can give you a ride." Kai said matter of factly. He noticed his daughter had made up her mind and it was best to just listen to her.

Elsa looked at him and smiled for the first time that day. It didn't reach her eyes, but it was enough to show her father she was thankful. Kai was a man of few words, but with simple gestures she could see how much he cared about her. "Thanks, dad."

He murmured a 'no problem' as he watched her pick her crutches and walk out the kitchen towards the bathroom.

Once Gerda heard the bathroom door close on the other room, she gave her husband a stern look. "You are out of your mind. Elsa's clearly not okay."

"She doesn't seem to be holding up in the best way, no," he agreed. "But, she's got the right to make choices of her own. She knows what will make her feel better."

“I don’t want to stop her from making her own choices, but she hasn't taken the news so good. It would be better for her to stay with her family,” whispered Gerda just in case Elsa returned.

“Elsa knows better than anyone how to deal with her own emotions. She stayed strong for years, even before we met her. Let her be in a place where she feels comfortable.” He then picked the newspaper and began reading it, showing he - like Elsa - had made up his mind. He was taking his daughter home if that's what she wanted.

Gerda didn’t agree with Kai this time, but she felt it was endearing to see how he went out of his way just to help her feel better. She just hoped her husband was right and they were not making a mistake by letting her go to the mountain after everything that had happened.

Keeping his promise, Kai made sure he had the morning off the following day. He helped Elsa get her things ready and he drove her to the North mountain. Gerda chose to stay at home. She was still unsure about Elsa’s idea, and she knew she wasn't going to be able to keep her mouth shut.

For that reason, father and daughter travelled on their own and Kai, who usually remained quiet on road trips, took the opportunity to talk with Elsa. It had been a while since the two of them had been on their own, and he felt it was time he asked Elsa how she felt about everything that was going on in her life. She was probably not going to open up, but at least she was going to listen to him. He wanted to remind her she could trust her family. Always.

“Are you sure you're going to be alright on your own?” he asked, calling Elsa’s attention. She had been looking out the window since they got into the car.

The girl turned to look at her father. “Yes, I’m sure.”

He thought for a moment what to say, Elsa didn’t seem to be in the mood for conversation. “You know, it may seem like your mother and your brother meddle in your life sometimes, but it’s just because they love you too much.” He felt like an hypocrite since he was meddling himself. But he wanted Kristoff and Elsa to be on good terms once again. It was a matter of time before reality came crashing down on Elsa and he knew she was going to need her brother’s shoulder.

“I know…” she turned her head to the window once again. Looking at the snow covered mountains had a relaxing effect on her. “But one thing is to meddle and another is to lie to me. To keep something so important from me and pretend it isn’t.”

“I don’t think he tried to keep the information from you forever. I think he honestly didn’t know what to do with it.”

“Maybe,” said Elsa thinking about her argument with Kristoff. “But I’ve got the right to be hurt. He wouldn’t forgive me so easily if it was me who kept something important from him.”

Kai chuckled knowing it was true. Kristoff avoided confrontations and he was peaceful guy, but he could take some time to forgive whenever he felt someone had deceived him. “You do. Just don’t be too hard on him.”

“I won’t…” said Elsa sincerely. “I don’t like being angry with him.”

“I think I’ve never seen you angry at him before. I don’t think he understands what’s going on.”

A sad smile plastered on her face. She couldn’t remember a time she had felt like that towards Kristoff either, but she couldn’t just pretend she didn’t feel the way she did.

They travelled the rest of the way in silence, merely commenting a few things about the cottage and things Elsa needed to do once her cast was removed. Reaching the cottage had been easier than they thought since Kristoff and Anna had left the motorski where the trail to the cottage began on their last visit. When both made sure everything was in order for Elsa's stay, Kai informed her he needed to leave if he wanted to get to work on time.

“I’ve got to go,” he said getting closer to Elsa to bid her goodbye. “Promise me you'll call me, or Gerda or anyone if you don't feel okay. Don't bottle up things in here, sweetheart.” He pointed to her chest.

It had been a long time since he called her that, and Elsa noticed how worried he was for her. “I promise,” she said giving her father a hug.

“And, Elsa?”

“Mmh?”

“We are your family,” he detached from his daughter and grabbed her shoulders to make sure she listened to him. “For as long as you want us to be. I don't particularly care what a piece of paper says, you are my daughter.”

Elsa felt the tears gather in her eyes, but tried her best to hold them in. She couldn’t speak so she nodded instead.

Kai smiled at her, understanding her silent answer. “Don't make your mother worry too much. Call her from time to time.”

“I will,” she said when she found her voice.

She watched him leave and she stayed by the door, enjoying the serene snowfall that had just begun. She felt the mountain was already helping her find some needed peace.

kristoff heard the knocks on his apartment door for the third time and he let out a sigh. He had just came back from work, he was tired, and he was not in the mood to deal with whoever was so insistent. He guessed it was his neighbour, who for some reason had the idea that Sven was eating his trash. Kristoff was tired of explaining the old man his dog didn't leave the apartment without him, but he wouldn't listen. They had had the same discussion for months, and he was not in the mood for it.

His intention had been to put the couch bed back together that evening, but Sven was still sleeping on it, and refused to leave. So he had ended up laying next to him. Thinking it was best to just deal with the man. He got up from the makeshift bed his sister had occupied for the last weeks, and opened the door.

He was surprised to find Anna standing on the other side of the door. The two of them hadn't talked since her parents had told Elsa the truth four days ago, and he wasn't expecting her at all. He knew he should have called her, but his fight with Elsa and the fact that his sister had left town to return to the North mountain - without telling him anything - had left him in low spirits.

Kristoff looked at her, trying to come up with something to say. He had opened the door with anger, and he hoped Anna didn’t take it personal. “Sorry, I thought you were my neighbour. That’s why I didn't open the door sooner.”

“Hi,” said Anna timidly. She felt ridiculous acting like that in front of Kristoff, but truth was they had never fought before and she didn’t have an excuse for her visit other than wanting to see him. She chose it was best to act as if their argument never happened, and continued the conversation, “the one who blames Sven for everything?”

“That's the one,” said Kristoff smiling. He had missed her.

“I should've called,” she apologised. “But I really wanted to see you and talk about the other day.”

“Don’t worry about it. Come in.” He took a step back and opened the door completely to let her enter the apartment.

As soon as Anna entered, she noticed how messy the place looked. The tidiness she was used to seeing since Elsa had moved in with her boyfriend was gone, and replaced by clothes and objects scattered everywhere. “Wow, it's been a while since this place looked like this.” She didn’t like to point out the obvious, but she knew there was a reason behind the mess. Probably the fact that Elsa was no longer living with Kristoff. Anna knew she hadn’t returned after the accident, and it seemed that was still the case.

“Yeah.” He bent to pick a jacket that had fallen from the coat rack by the door, suddenly aware of the mess. “I haven't had the time to clean.”

“I guess Elsa is not living here anymore.” She said it as a joke since Elsa liked to keep things ordered around the apartment. But Anna noticed the comment didn’t have the effect she hoped in Kristoff. She watched him walked towards the couch and sit there with a sigh.

Anna walked and sat by his side, she noticed Kristoff's unhappiness and thought it was best to just ask about his sister, for sure Elsa was the reason Kristoff looked the way he did, “how is she?”

“Not good.”

Anna grimaced. She knew the truth was going to be shocking for Elsa but she hoped the girl was going to be able to see the good side of finding out the truth. Hearing she was not doing okay didn’t give her much hope for that to happen. “Is she still staying with your parents?”

“She took off,” answered Kristoff not looking at her.

“What?”

“She went back to the North mountain.”

The way Kristoff said it gave Anna the idea he was not at all okay with that. She knew how much her boyfriend worried about his sister, and having her living in another place while she wasn’t feeling okay surely didn’t sit well with him. “Are you okay?”

“No.” His answer was short and definite. He didn’t feel like beating around the bush.

Anna could feel Kristoff’s sadness, but there was also certain anger hidden behind it. And she had an idea to whom it was directed to. “Kristoff,” she said, holding his hand and calling his attention, silently begging for him to look at her. “I’m sorry. If I had known-”

He turned and look at her straight in the eye. He had missed her, but it didn’t mean there weren’t some things he wanted to discuss with her. “You did know,” he interrupted. “I told you she didn’t need any more shit in her life and you just thought it was best to show up like that.” He watched her look down at their hands and then asked, “What were you thinking?”

Anna felt ashamed. She knew she had overstepped that day; maybe she should have listened to Kristoff and give it some time. Especially if Elsa had taken the news so badly. But she wanted Kristoff to see her point of view too. “I was thinking it’s terrible when people you love keep secrets from you,” she said. She could relate to Elsa in that matter. “I was thinking she deserved to know the truth, even if it hurt.” Kristoff opened his mouth to retort, but she raised her hand and stopped him before he got the chance. “I know what you are going to say... You are going to say Elsa is different; that Elsa didn’t want nor needed the truth, but I still believe she-”

It was Kristoff’s turn to look down; he had to accept he had been mistaken, Elsa thought the complete opposite to what he had originally believed. “She agrees with you,” he interrupted mid sentence.

“-deserved… What?”

“She agrees with you,” he took a deep breath. “Or so it seems, she got mad at me for not telling her the truth sooner.”

“She got mad at you?” Now that was something Anna was not expecting. She expected Elsa to be angry with her parents, but not with Kristoff.

“We had a fight," he said running a hand through his hair. "A bad one. The next day she asked Kai to take her back to the North mountain. I haven't heard from her since…"

She felt bad for Kristoff. But the fact that Elsa agreed with her called Anna's attention. "So… she wanted to know the truth?"

"Apparently. Even if the truth made her feel like a piece of garbage."

Surprised by the comment, Anna hoped Elsa hadn't felt that way for real. "Did she say that?"

"No. But she didn’t have to." Kristoff stood up and walked to the fridge to get something to drink. When he returned, he sat on a chair close to the couch, facing Anna. He breath out his frustration and said, "all I wanted to do was to protect her from the truth. Protect her from the idea that her biological parents couldn’t care less about her…"

"Don’t say that." Anna felt the need to stand up for her parents.

"You don’t want me to say that?" countered Kristoff with anger. "Then what am I supposed to say? Huh? Am I supposed to praise your parents for ruining her life?"

"No,” she said appalled. “But we don’t know the whole story. I know my parents. I know they loved her, they made that clear." Anna was sorry for Kristoff, but she was not going to let him talk like that about her parents. Not before he gave them a chance to explain themselves.

"Loved her?" He snorted. "Do you think that’s love?"

"Yes, I do," she said defiantly. "My parents abandoned her, yes. And it’s terrible, I know. But they tried to give her a chance in life! A chance they couldn’t give her... Not at the time at least.” She reasoned. Anna deep down hoped she was not standing up for them in vain.

“I can’t believe you… Do you really think what they did is justifiable?”

“They are my parents,” answered Anna taken aback. “I need to believe they truly did what they thought was best for Elsa.”

“Anna, you can’t live life trying to see the good in everyone and everything all the time! Are you really ready to justify what they did?!”

“They are my parents!” said Anna outraged.

“And Elsa is my sister!” yelled Kristoff. “I just want what’s best for her!” He was tired and angry, he didn’t have enough patience to deal with another argument but he couldn’t just accept what Anna was saying.

“Well, she is my sister too! And my family is her family, Kristoff. I want what is best for her too! It’s best if you come to terms with that.” Anna felt strange saying it out loud. It was the first time she called Elsa her sister since she found out the truth. Saying it made it feel more real. And it was shocking. After a moment thinking about that, she noticed tears had gathered in Kristoff’s eyes and he was fighting to keep them in.

After some time, Kristoff found his voice and said softly. “We are family. Elsa and me. We’ve always been... We were there for each other when there was no-one around." He raised his head and frowned. “So, don’t come and tell me your parents are her family when they are not. Don’t tell me I have to come to terms with this mess.”

Anna glared back. She was not going to back down. “Well, this mess is Elsa’s life. And my life too. So you better get used to it.”

He rested his head in his hands, breathing deeply and trying to calm down. After a few seconds, he came to the realisation they were going to end up saying things they didn’t mean if they kept arguing. “You should go,” he said in a low voice, not knowing what else to say.

“What?!”

“I think it would be best if you just go,” he kept a low tone of voice. He wanted some time on his own and he needed to stop the argument before things got out of hand, if they hadn’t already.

“What’s wrong with you?” asked Anna pained by Kristoff's request.

“I feel like I’m losing the most important person in my life, that’s what’s wrong with me!” he yelled. “And I don’t know how to deal with that! And I’m hurting you because of it.” He brushed a couple of angry tears that had escaped and continued, “I don’t want to fight with you. But I can’t talk about this without getting angry right now.”

He was still sitting on the chair, head down, so Anna kneeled in front of him to be able to see his eyes. It hurt to see him like that, but it was necessary for him to understand they could talk things through. She squeeze his hand and said, “You are not losing Elsa, Kristoff.”

He took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves looked at her and asked, “Do you remember what I said to you when you first asked about my family?”

Anna had to dig up in her memories, she knew he was talking about one of their first dates, but she didn’t remember what he had said exactly. “Something about they being the most important thing you had?” she asked, hoping her memory was correct.

“The only thing I had… I don’t want my family to fall apart because of your parents, Anna. And I feel you don’t understand that, so please, just leave. Give me some time to get used to all of this.”

Anna realised then, there was nothing she could say to Kristoff that could change his mind. She wanted to shake him and make him understand that things could get better if they talked, if all of them took some time to actually talk things through. However, insisting was only going to cause more harm than good at that moment. She stood up and walked towards the door. She opened it and stopped, giving him a few seconds to change his mind, but he didn’t. Before she closed the door behind her, Anna took the opportunity to say, “your family is not the only one that feels like it’s tearing apart Kristoff.”

--- Thank you all for your reviews. It really helps to know what you think and what you like about the story. Wish you all a happy new year!

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snekadoo-anonimitea · 5 years

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Brotp+ Gaming Prompts

(I'm doing this for Seasonal Brotp Prompts, since I have no clue how to use Tumblr really and asks on mobile are messy)

I had some inspiration the other day and my list grew so long that I had to separate them by category.

Gaming Angst/Hurt & Comfort Edition:

-The controller runs out of power right at an exciting new section. Which member/s of the brotp+ continuously revives it so they can keep playing it? Which member tries desperately to get the other/s to stop so they can charge it and enjoy it with fewer frustrations later? *Bonus if the batteries are non-rechargeable and they need to buy more!

-The power goes out in their house/apartment/caravan. Who's crying/screaming in a corner because they were playing on a home console (maybe without saving for awhile)? Who's rubbing their back/hair/hand and trying to console them? Who's playing a handheld? And are they indifferent/oblivious, or do they stop playing/offer to let the other gamer play the handheld until they can check on their game?

-Person A is playing a game alone when something terrible happens to their favourite character. How do they take it? Is there anyone that they can call? Any internet friends to message? *Bonus if there's a Person C (neighbour, friend, colleague etc) who can take care of their more physical needs whilst they're talking to Person B. *Extra Bonus if one of Person A's comforts is food and Person C cooks for them.

-Person A has been struggling with a multi-phase boss for hours. At this point, they're fed up, on the verge of a breakdown. How do the others help them cope? Who's keeping Person A's soul in their body with the Tightest Of Hugs TM? Who's reminding them of how close that last attempt was and is encouraging them to keep at it?

-Person A is an avid gamer, and have to move with their family. Due to the new place being smaller, they have to split up their game collection. Person B (and maybe C) offer to help sort through them/keep some safe until they're able to come back for them. *Bonus if they're quick to reassure A that the new place isn't that far and they're always a drive away/welcome to swing by and swap games if they need to.

Happy/Fun Edition

-Your brotp are friends who are having a rare play day. Person A is a competitive gamer who wants to play to their strengths. Person B wants to play a co-op with Person A, because they get along so well in other aspects of their life and they so rarely have time off together anymore. How do they resolve this? (Can be altered for brotp+)

-Your brotp+ play games together online, but have never met in person. The game they're playing references skilled individuals from all over the world/s meeting up for the first time, and Person A suggests they do the same. Who's eager to try it? Who's hesitant but secretly pleased at the idea? Who takes charge in organising the whole thing? *Scenario can be altered to be an in-world irl gaming competition where the party are all highly skilled (rather than the game's characters).

-Your brotp+ go to a convention. Who's wearing All The Merch TM? Who's cosplay is on point? Who isn't great at crafting but is out to have fun (in spite of potential cosplay malfunctions/broken props)? Who's dressed as someone from an obscure series? Who's the baby of the group (either in age or emotionally)? Is it them or a newcomer (or both?) who gets overwhelmed by the atmosphere? How does the group react? Who runs around complimenting/joking/referencing/taking pictures with all of the cosplayers who they think haven't had enough recognition? Or just ALL of the people cosplaying their faves. Who wants to buy everything? How many of the party have to restrain/chastise them?

#Seasonal Brotp Prompts #Platonic Prompts #Brotp Prompts #Brotp+ Prompts #Gaming Prompts #I've never used so many ???s in my life

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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i'll be your biggest fan ( trinity & sasha ) - lily2

[ prompt ] : sasha never thought she would ever get married let alone to her best friend but in the midst of the big day she needs help putting on her dress for the event and she knows exactly who to employ to get the damn thing done.

[ author's note ] : I really love their friendship a lot (and also shea/trinity is a huge brotp of mine) and it's very sweet and so like opposite and I find it so charming, wanted an excuse to write wedding sashea as well !!! I genuinely love trinity and enjoy writing her so so so badly, I'm a proud eastern european girl but I will always appreciate my homestate queen! (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+

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"What if she doesn't like the dress?"

It was difficult for Sasha to even process the insanity that was about to be her own wedding day, her perfectly manicured hands running through her thick blonde curls. The Russian could barely even get a sentence out without wanting to collapse in fear— perhaps not fear but stress though it all seemed to mesh into one demon that kept clawing at her back, that she wasn't good enough for Shea, for this wedding, that she was still scared of the commitment that was about to come.

The issue was not if she was to be devoted to Shea Couleé, the one woman she knew almost instantaneously as her soulmate, her partner, her best friend all these years later.

It was clear the minute they exchanged looks and Shea leaned against the bar, a track from Donna Summer blasting from the stage, Sasha leaning deeper and deeper entranced by her beauty, intelligence, everything. Well rounded and active in her community back in her hometown of Chicago, something the blonde could definitely appreciate considering her own background in both St. Petersburg and Chicago.

"I really should've consulted her, I'm all about fashion but this isn't exactly what you would call my alley way!"

An irrepressible thumping of her heart as Trinity brushed the corners of her hair, putting a box down in Sasha's lap before groaning aloud, the southern girl never shy to share aloud her opinions and thoughts even when not provoked to.

"Sasha Velour, I know damn well you are not trying to talk your mind into stress on your wedding day!" A hair brush in her left hand as she tossed her perfectly sprayed and shortned hair, "Three things in life are absolutely positive: I'm gorgeous, taxes and Shea Couleé being in love with you." The words spitting out her lips before she finished up styling her best friend's hair.

The bride-to-be couldn't help but giggle at the sentiment, it was true, all three facets.

Trinity Taylor was truly a gem on earth, you'd never meet someone with the ability to talk your ear off while almost simultaneously digging a grave for you in Dante's layers of hell. A true southern girl, a beauty queen since high school, everything seemed so perfectly aligned and expected of the Orlando native.

Who needs a degree in economics! Especially when you can just be as gorgeous as I am?

However, expectations aren't always necessarily the reality. Trinity met Sasha, at a bar nonetheless due to a mutual friend and unprovoked, inspired by Sasha's work and ethic as a writer and designer, decided to finally go to college after dropping out her first year after high school. Majoring in business, still a pageant queen at her core and getting a minor in fashion retail as well.

"I'm still surprised you picked me for your maid of honor, if I can be completely honest with you." A smile gently forming across the corners of her lips as she spoke to the girl who was still in her robe, Trinity beginning to put some finishing touches. Sasha's brow immediately cocked and she practically grasped her entire desk.

"What do you mean? We've been close for years! We studied together, I helped you with exams, you introduced me to Shea! Don't be so hard on yourself." The twinge of her still softly reminding Russian accent came out hardest when she was angry or spewing up words, no time to breathe in between sentences.

"Hey! Don't get sappy on me bitch, I have so much makeup on I think our local Sephora might have run out of business." Her hands gently beginning to weave flowers through her hair, taking in a deep breath, learning to be silent and dabbing her puffy eyes when the Russian wasn't looking and closed her eyes, it was awfully emotional.

"You still have to put me in my dress, we have about an hour!" She warned gently, rubbing Sasha's shoulders as the thought begun to truly sink into her memory.

She was going to put Sasha into her dress.

Tears seemed to collect in the corner of her eyes but she brushed them aside, staying strong for the Russian who deserved today: to have met someone as fashionable and sweet as herself though Shea was definitely the best care she had with her isolation of family, it was very heartwarming and bittersweet to the girl who came to the states with nothing but her phone, some sketchbooks and a camera.

Sasha would not budge on her artistic roots and demanded that flowers be in her hair someway, somehow, scattered. At first the brunette could barely stand it, almost bitterly spitting that Farrah could do it instead, hating the idea.

Her intuition however was once again, as if it was a surprise, correct. The illusion was everything, as if she was some sort of gorgeous mythological creature, it was very on brand for her and her own creative processes.

"Told you it would look good."

"Well, sometimes I'm wrong, we ain't perfect but I'm pretty damn close honey."

Flowers intricately being placed in her hair as they spoke with tender laughter, "You know, this entire look, I commissioned the dress and made all the other pieces so I look like Lada, she's a Slavic goddess." Trinity wasn't surprised that she was including her culture in little ways, speckled into her wedding especially being away from Russia.

"Oh really?"

A hint of disbelief in her tone but Trinity knew her best friend well enough to realize her passion for her culture, she kept all her Russian zazz and was delighted to meet Katya, someone to finally share an outlet with, comfortably speak Russian with without feeling targeted or stared at with distrust.

"Yes, a bit of a tribute. Also, my favorite outfit Shea ever wore was this lavender, tulle dress during our fifth year anniversary, it had white flowers in the fabric and I wanted a piece of her in my dress." Her cheeks gently flushing, talking about her (almost official) wife with nothing but devotion and pride.

"That's so fucking cute I wanna throw up."

They laughed and held eachother's hands, embracing in the moment before the robe came off, Sasha sucking in a breath as Trinity unzipped the dress from it's black bag that had been delivered via Bianca and gently held it her hands, being sure to look where she stepped as the dress seeped out of her hands with petals and flowers embleshed adorning every corner of the dress.

It was a nice surprise and breach from Sasha's usual eclectic style that almost always had a paint stain or three, she had her brand down and Trinity could appreciate how confident and how out of the box, creative she was however it definitely made her inner, nostalgic heart smile at the sight of a dress so long it hits the floor on both sides.

"This is really beautiful Sash."

Trinity could only unzip the back of the dress, so beautifully crafted and designed as Sasha was left standing to turn and gently put her legs through the hole of the dress, getting stuck for just a second, careful with her hair knowing Trinity was definitely her smarter half in this situation considering the blonde was simply about to pull it over her head, ruining her styled hair.

"Oh God..." A grumble from Trinity's lips as she zipped her up, it felt almost wrong. This was usually a mother's duty, a family item, the entire process of dressing and making over the bride, no matter how traditional it sounded to anyone else, they know deep in their hearts they were sisters but not having your blood family must sting, especially at a wedding.

It felt strangely therapeutic to tie and zip her into her own wedding dress, she wasn't complaining in the slightest even if the heat from the mirror made her perfectly applied foundation melt and stick just a bit more, she was completely focused on one thing: making sure her best friend was ready and didn't have to do it alone.

Galvanized, Sasha seemed to hold her breath not fully understanding yet that she and Shea would soon be married and finally tie the knot, years of friendship and dating and it had finally happened with absolutely no hesitation from Sasha who screamed "yes!" in just about every language she could speak or name. Trinity touched her back, making sure she was fully snug into her dress before touching her shoulders in comfort, stifling back a laugh.

"Fucking Christ I feel so hideious!" She cried out, hiding her tears with a smirk that spanned across her entire face, unable to erase it as Sasha opened her eyes and seemed to stop breathing for a few seconds, truly taking in the details of the dress and adjusting her bra just a bit before choking up, Trinity quickly intervened, "You better not cry off your mug! I worked hard." The two staring side by side at Sasha together, "My favorite married couple." She sighed as she held hands with the Russian girl who happily was adjusting to the new word: married.

"You can cry once you get down the alter girl, we better get into our shoes because I can already feel us behind schedule, Katya's angry fingers typing away at us to hurry up."

The blonde nodded but not before squeezing Trinity's hand, a silent "thank you" mouthed as she begun to look around for her pair of shoes, her head wondering off to many different places at the same exact time.

"Anytime, any day you need me, I'm here." Her word's crisp as she strapped on her heels, matching her floral wedding extravaganza with a lavendar tulle dress, breaking down her wall a bit and even having shoes with some flowers done in colorful embroidery, Sasha claimed it was a very popular thing in Eastern Europe, that it adorned all their clothing.

"I know, always, when you finally have the confidence to ask out a certain someone especially." The wiggle of her eyes reminding Trinity brutually of her own, suprisingly awkward struggles with love, "Oh you shady!" She gasped, covering her mouth gently and almost hitting her with her bouquet of flowers.

"I'm just saying I see you getting side glances all the time from her."

"Let's not talk about this on your own damn day! Another time."

So they interlocked arms and did one final mirror take, finding it hard they went from senior year of high school, a nervous and introverted Russian girl with a thick accent and passion for fashion shows and politics best friends with the beauty queen, the secretly witty and hilariously instinctive southern belle.

"Let's go bitch, I know well time is a racing!" She yelped as they skipped out the door in excitement though Trinity was attempting to be careful with all the dress material that was sliding across the floors they walked upon, making sure she grabbed Sasha's own flower bouquet filled with Camomile (only fitting to be the national flower of Russia) and odd numbered as she requested.

Hand in hand they walked, unafraid of what was in store and for the future, just as the stories went.

"Well, let's do this."

#rpdr fanfiction #trinity taylor #sasha velour #shea coulee #sashea #lesbian au #wedding au #ill be your biggest fan #concrit welcome #roza

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elane-in-the-shadows · 6 years

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prompt 96 marecal

96: “She’s dead”

A/N: I’ll combine this with another ask (which was asked on main. Please send prompts to my fic blog.):

Hey hey💕 LOVE your writing omg 😍😍 I was wondering if you want to or not to write a prompt where maven kills mare but mare also kills maven before she died 😭😭 I reallly want to see how cal would’ve reacted 😭

Thank you! I hope you’ll like this although this prompt demands many terrible feelings instead of nice ones. But it was your wish:

Failure

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Cal POV

The lights go back on when Farley enters the storeroom, just after five minutes of welcome solitude in the dark. I’ve been here likethat since Julian left me for important meetings or whatever he’s required at.I hope he does well where I’m not needed. It could be funny how useless I amalready, how quickly I was discarded. I don’t care. It’s what I chose when Igave up the crown that was never supposed to outlive the battle.

The crown wasn’t, but Mare certainly was.

If Farley is surprised to find me in the unlit room,she doesn’t show it. She moves toward me sitting on the ground – and then doesnothing, just stands in front of me in relatable helplessness.

“Turn the light off again,” I groan. There was areason it was off – I don’t want to see the light, I don’t want electricityaround me. I don’t want to be reminded of her. After we found the bodies,I ran through the palace, into corners I could hardly remember, strange placesthat hold none of my memories of Mare, or of Maven. As if I don’t think of herall the time by myself.

Now I don’t even have the darkness to hide thebloodstains on my boots and trousers, already brown and black and dried hard.Horrible reminders of the battle today, and most of the blood is from Mare andmy brother. I can’t turn away from them, even as they drag me into an abyss. Myfingers twitch, my jaw grinds, my eyes water. I ball my hands into fists andforce myself to look up. “Turn off the light,” I repeat, now quieter butsharper. I look into Farley’s eyes and her sight is another stab in the chest.Gone is her confident posture, her glare replaced by tearstains and she’sfrozen instead of determined. I’ve never seen her so clue- and helpless,despite her own ordeals before. It takes her seconds to react, to step asideand reach for the switch.

The intermezzo made the darkness more promising, butof course that was an illusion. Hiding doesn’t bring Mare back, nor Maven; itonly reveals me as a selfish coward.

Farley slumps down beside me, too close. Our thighsand hips touch and I startle. I think she’s miscalculated the distance but shedoesn’t move, our contact remains. I don’t like it. It’s a tether to thisworld, one without Mare. The touch reminds me of my own body and the last timesI’ve touched Mare – did she say it back then, in Harbor Bay? “This is the lasttime,” not knowing it’d be the truth? No, that wasn’t the last time, she huggedbe back on the bridge, full of expectation to hug me many times more.

I stay where I am, choosing the commiseration andwarmth Farley offers. Because I still hate being alone and out in the cold.

Farley shifts and wriggles in the darkness; I think Iglimpse her leaning her head on her knees before I hear her cries.

It’s strange to realize that she can only cry in theshadows, too.

“I’ve failed,” she mutters eventually. “I promisedShade to look after Mare and protect her, and I failed again and again, until Icouldn’t undo my mistakes any longer.” Her sobs grow louder and stronger andwhen I finally bring myself to stroke her back, I notice the tears rolling downmy own cheeks.

I know. I know this too well. Failure is the burdenand guilt much blacker and graver than the shadows I hide in, and it’s like asword sharper than any real weapon. I wasthe one who sent Mare to kill Maven, Iwas the one who too coward to do this myself, avoiding to see my brother forone last time.

I’ve never deserved Mare.

Rubbing her back hardly calms Farley; instead makesher speak again. “I was asked where to bury her,” she says. “Naturally, theyasked me. And I had no idea. Bury her here in Norta, as a war hero? But how canI tell her family to come back into this dreadful country? Should Mare – ” shesniffs, quieting her words. “But returning her to Montfort feels as wrong, toship her off into a strange land she hardly knew, to be forgotten – I don’tknow what to decide!” she snaps, and sounds astounded at her own outburst. “Ididn’t know,” she repeats in a whisper, “and I had enough of making decisionsand giving orders. I couldn’t wait to run away, leaving Kilorn behind, to lethim deal with it.” She releases a cruel sound, something between a sob and acackle. “He has to know better, doesn’t he? Sometimes, I think you and I arejust intruders in their lives. Stupid intruders who only make everything worse forthem! For her!”

“I …” I begin, my voice drowning in her cries. But shenoticed me, and suddenly, she squeezes my wrist. “Don’t,” I say, louder now. “Atleast you were there for her, unlike me, the disappointment, the traitor. You’refamily.”

“Ha…!” she snorts. “And how great family I am! I lovethem, you know? I love them all. The Barrows were there for me, welcomed me,help me. And now I don’t know if I dare to meet their eyes again.”

I nod, then realize she can’t see. I find her hand andsqueeze back. “Yes,” I murmur. I’ve never become that close to Mare’s family. Ihesitated to, after I’ve lost my own. I barely dared to befriend Kilorn and enviouslywatched the Barrows from afar. I say, “but I’m sure you’re still ….”

“What should I say to them, ‘thank you for taking careof my daughter, so sorry I couldn’t do the same for yours’?!” she exclaims.

“No, of course not – “

“But whatever I’ll say, I’ll mean exactly that,” sheinsists.

I swallow, hesitate. “Farley,” I say, “no. Don’t letthat be the words that matter.”

“And what about you, Cal?” she retorts, and I remainsilent because she’s right. I don’t plan to ever show myself to the Barrows again.To some extent, I came to this dim room to avoid even Kilorn, although hedeserves better than to be left alone in our shared grief.

“Obviously I don’t want to lose them as well,” Farleyutters eventually. “But it feels selfish. Like I only care about my ownhappiness. I always felt bad about it, when so much remains to do, so manyhaving it worse than me. And yet, I still cherish every time Shade touched me.I was never as happy as when I held Clara for the first time, or felt asvictorious when I first made her stop crying. How can this be …?

“But of course, we need these small private moments,don’t we? Or we’ll lose our souls in the war and the suffering. No victory willever be as good as a truly happy, beautiful moment, not after all we gave up forit …”

Her words ring true, down to my bones. But to me, it’sthe opposite of relief. “Everything comes at a cost,” I say, coolly, even, as Irealize that whenever I felt content and happy, it was at the expense of peoplelike Mare.

Farley understands this too, and finally, she movesaway, break our connecting touch. “Well, nothing Mare ever paid for was fair,”she says. I expect her to get up and leave, to let me pity myself alone again, butshe doesn’t. She stays, so we both remain here, in the miserable darkness of ourhearts.

A/N 2: Bold ofanyone to assume I would waste the chance to let Farley angst as well and to havea moment of the rare Cal x Farley brotp. Thus I’m sorry that Kilorn doesn’t getas much attention, nor does Maven. But given the circumstances, I think the grieffor Maven would be even less … intense.

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ieroween1031 · 6 years

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Bev/Richie BrOTP Headcanons:

(These are really long; like I’ve said before, I have absolutely no idea how to convey ideas in less than like, seven thousand words, so headcanons are new to me. But if you have any requests, send me a prompt, and I’ll do some more because I actually really like doing them! Open to other fandoms, too, like Shameless, TWD or Stranger Things!)

Bev and Richie are best friends.

Like, BEST best friends.

They’re are always the ones with the bad ideas

And they’re always supporting the other’s bad ideas

Like how Bev is the only one cheering when Richie finally lays into Huggins for pushing Eddie in the hall, while all the other Losers try to pry him off

And Richie is all for Bev’s cousin making them fake IDs

They sneak out of their different classes at the same time to share a smoke in the girls’ bathrooms

They have English together, and their English teacher is NOT happy about it. She sat them next to each other once and has never immediately regretted a decision more in her life because they would NOT. SHUT. UP.

Not only that, but Richie would make dick jokes (out loud, of course; he’s no pussy) about EVERYTHING the class read, and Bev would laugh her ass off every time.

“Of course Juliet killed herself. Couldn’t live without that dick!”

“Why is it that when she does it, she just has to wear an A on her tits, but when I do it, I get detention for ‘inappropriately propositioning the music teacher’?”

“Call me Ponyboy, cuz I’ll let you ride it.”

“TOZIER!”

Meanwhile, Bev is hanging out of her desk, one hand on the floor literally crying with laughter.

After that, the teacher moves them completely across the room from each other

But do you think that stops them? Oh, no.

They try to sneak it and sit together anyway, since the seat next to Bev is empty, but they always get caught.

So they just literally shout across the room while the teacher’s talking

Or they stand and throw notes back and forth like football players, not even trying to hide it

It’s so bad that the teacher finally relents and lets them sit together, because then at least the ruckus is contained to one corner of the room

Richie drives Bev to school, since they live the closest, AKA they both live in ‘poor town’.

Richie has a thing for climbing houses and sneaking in windows (For real, though, I’ve never met anyone that disagrees, so if it wasn’t actually canon, it is now)

So when he has a bad day, or when Bev and her father argue, she’ll lock her door so her father can’t get in and sit on the roof with him and smoke.

This is where they got high for the first time, just the two of them.

If Richie’s having a really bad night, he’ll let himself into her room while she’s sleeping and just sleep on the floor (sometimes he goes to Eddie’s instead; it just depends on how he’s feeling that night).

Until one winter night. Bev woke up when Richie was closing the window. He wasn’t wearing a coat, so she told him to just lay in the bed with her to warm up.

He only meant to stay for a minute, but he was hella tired so he crashed. The next morning, he woke up with his head on Bev’s chest and her arms around him.

When she woke up, she just kissed the top of his head and left to go to the bathroom.

Now every time Richie spends the night, they sleep in Bev’s bed and cuddle.

Bev is the big spoon

Richie goes with Bev to get her belly button pierced when she’s sixteen. He holds her hand the whole time

He kinda wants his done too, but the piercer snorts and says it’s a girl thing (which upsets Richie even though he tries to hide it, and Bev is so angry at the guy that she ‘accidentally’ knocks over an entire case of jewelry on her way out)

In the end, he gets his nose pierced, and Bev tells him how sexy he looks the whole way home (Eddie agrees by nearly attacking him with kisses in the middle of his living room when Richie comes over to show him)

Richie has really small feet for a guy (which bothers him for some reason) so he’s always stealing borrowing Bev’s Doc Martens

Bev gets revenge by taking all his favorite Hawaiian shirts

He pretends to be mad, but Bev slays in them, and even his gay ass can’t deny that she looks better in them than he does

Everyone assumes that Richie is this player, because he flirts with literally everyone. Guy, girl, gay, straight, undecided, it doesn’t matter; Trashmouth Tozier will make kissy faces and wink at you

But only Bev knows that he’s a scared virgin, and that he’s only ever been intimate with Eddie

She and Ben have sex first, so she shares everything she knows with Richie. She even lifts him some condoms and a bottle of lube from the pharmacy since he can’t go buy them himself because people can see me, Beverly!

Richie helps Bev shop for lingerie, and she always models it for him at home.

He insists that she could wear a burlap bag and Ben would bust a nut, but she likes the way she feels knowing she’s dressed in leather or lace under her clothes and nobody else (but Richie) knows, so it’s as much for her as it is for Ben.

In that case, Richie wholeheartedly supports this, because he is all for his best friend feeling powerful and sexy, like Yaas, slay, my Queen!

Richie has absolutely no problem buying Bev tampons if she’s on her period and cramping so bad that she can’t get out of bed

And she gets killer periods, so when she’s on the rag, they’ll watch movies and pig out on ice cream together

Richie is a touch slut with everybody, always wanting physical contact, like hand holding, or playing with someone’s hair, or sitting on their lap, or kissing their cheeks

Bev (even more so than the rest of the Losers) lets him be as touchy as he wants, and never calls him out on it because she knows that aside from the Losers, he’s never been shown any other affection, so it’s normal for him to want it so badly

(Which she knows because she asked Ben to do the research on why kids from broken homes are sometimes more affectionate)

People always assume they’re a couple, since Richie is so handsy with her, and they never correct anyone

They always down to play the part when one of them is getting hit on, so much so that Richie has kissed Bev almost as much as Eddie

Richie knows when Ben and Bev do anything sexual for the first time, as Bev always tells him about it immediately afterward

Richie returns the favor, knocking on her window one Wednesday night in the middle of the summer of their Junior year, explaining that they’d finally done it. Eddie and Richie have finally lost their virginity to each other.

Bev cries and gives him the biggest hug

She cries even harder when Richie tells her that they used the condoms and lube she stole for him

She paints the nails on his middle fingers black for him every week, but just the middle fingers, because he says that’s the one he uses most often

They talk about serious things when they’re cuddled in bed together

Bev tells Richie that she knows in her heart that she’s gonna marry Ben, and that one day, Richie will be the godfather to their children

Richie doesn’t say anything, but Bev hears him sniffle happily

Richie admits that he plans to follow Eddie to whatever college he gets into, (since he was never planning on going to college, anyway) no matter where in the country it is

Even Alaska, even though Richie hates the cold

That’s when Bev knows he’s serious about Eddie, even though he’s never been serious about anything else in the world

He also confesses that he’s terrified when he thinks about how hard their life will be, and how much it fucking sucks that they’ll always live in constant fear, simply because they’re two guys in love

Bev agrees, and kisses Richie’s shoulder

But he also tells her that even with all the bullshit, teasing, violence and fear, he doesn’t ever wish he was straight, because Eddie was the best thing that has ever happened to him

They agree that no matter where they go, and how long they’re apart for, that they will always be there for each other

Fast forward ten years:

Richie stands up by the altar in a tux and a vest that’s the same shade of tiffany blue as the bridesmaid dresses

He gasps when he sees Bev, even though he and Eddie were with her when she found her dress. He even cries as she walks down the aisle

He holds her bouquet, keeps Ben’s ring safe during the ceremony, holds her dress when she has to pee, makes an inappropriate and hilarious speech, and basically just nails this whole Maid of Honor thing (Bev was fine with calling him her Man of Honor, but he insisted that he was not missing out on anything that came with the job, and that includes the title Maid of Honor)

He DJ’s a lot of the reception, until Bev pulls him onto the dance floor for a slow dance

He tells her how much he loves her while they’re dancing, how happy he is and how beautiful she looks. How proud he is of what she’s overcome, and how honored he is to have such an amazing woman for a best friend

And now she’s crying

Fast forward two more years:

Bev beams from her spot as Best Man, looking sharp as shit in a tailored black tuxedo and a pastel pink bow tie (Picking the colors was a process. Eddie loved pastels, but argued that light pink was too ‘girly’ and obvious for a queer wedding. Richie, however, was not having it, and insisted that Eddie’s favorite color be showcased in all its grandeur, no matter how gay it was)

She got to hold Ben’s and Richie’s hands (After much deliberation about who was going where, they put Ben and Stan on Richie’s side, while Eddie had snatched up Bill and Mike for his party) while Eddie walked down the aisle, alone but confident

She cries like a baby when Richie mentions her in his vows

“I told Beverly years ago that I was gonna follow you no matter where you went, and she never doubted me for a second. She’s always encouraged me to chase my dreams, and that’s you.”

Bev helped them decide what song should be their first dance song

Spoiler Alert: It’s Everything I Do (I Do It For You) by Bryan Adams

Afterwards, all the Losers storm the floor for their own special dance (they dance to St. Elmo’s Fire)

They all hold hands and dance and sing at the top of their lungs, even though Bill still stutters a little, Eddie’s tone-deaf, Ben is usually too embarrassed to sing, and Stan has two left feet

Beverly is the last person to kiss the boys before they leave for their honeymoon, and she watches the limo drive off with eyeliner streaming down her face

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swfanficbyjz · 7 years

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Light Therapy - SW AU

Pairing: Brotp Anakin/Ahsoka

"Rex." Ahsoka said, grabbing his arm. "What is it, General?" He asked concerned. The change she'd felt had been instant. She looked him in the eyes, "we have to go back!" "But Bo Katan and the Mandalorians are counting on us." He said. She gripped him harder, feeling near hysterical. "Something bad is happening, Rex. I can feel it!" She was on the verge of tears, her chest tightening by the second. Did she dare say it was about Anakin?

"You're the boss," he conceded. "You're more than capable of leading them, Rex. You don't need me. Go, help them." She turned to go but it was his turn to grab her arm. "Oh no you don't, Little'un. I've fought by your side for four years, whatever you're sensing? I'm coming with you." He said stubbornly. Her heart softened at his loyalty. The Jedi taught letting go. If she was still a Jedi, she'd be compelled to ignore the feeling that was haunting her now. But she wasn't a Jedi anymore. Regardless of whatever status she'd been given to complete this mission. And her instincts were screaming at her that this was bigger than just her love for one man. The fate of the galaxy rested on her choice. --- The temple was burning. Something bad was going down. She cast a sidelong glance at Rex, she could tell he was worried too. "Why are the clones marching like that?" He asked. And then they caught sight of who was leading them. "You were right, Ahsoka." She swallowed hard. She used to thrive on being right, now she hated it. Of all things to be right about, this wasn't the one. "We have to stop them." She said, noticing that he'd glanced at his wrist comm. a hooded figure appeared when he pressed the button. "Execute Order 66." It said and then disappeared. He looked dazed for a moment. "Ahsoka..." he tone was suddenly low. "What is Order 66?" She asked. "Fives discovered a conspiracy when Tup malfunctioned. Turned out all the clones had a chip placed in their head. The Kaminoans claimed it was an inhibitor chip; something that would make us more obedient and less destructive. Fives was convinced it was a control chip. But he was executed before he could prove it. He sounded crazy, ranting about separatists some how being able to take control of the Republic's army. But... I believed him. I convinced as many brothers as I could to get ours removed. Only a handful did." "I'm afraid to ask..." she whispered trying to swallow the fear that was building up inside her. "Tup kept repeating 'good soldiers follow orders', before he turned and killed a Jedi." Rex said sadly. "Order 66... it turns the clones against Jedi?" She said staring blankly out the transparisteel glass. "That explains the clones, but why is Anakin leading them to commit such atrocity?" "I don't know, Little'un." --- From where she'd climbed inside the temple, it took all her strength to not cry out at the destruction she was witnessing. She wanted to aid all of them, but if she was going to stop Anakin, she had to be careful how. There wasn't enough time to gather her own army. Her and Rex just had to wing it. He had said he'd distract the clones. It was her job to stop her master, preferably without killing him. She closed her eyes, reaching for the comforting feeling of the force. It was hard to find here. She was hit with pain and fear and darkness first. She swallowed, forcing herself through the bombardment of negativity to find peace and clarity. He was coming, she could feel him. He usually lit up the force like a bonfire, but right now, she felt like she was too close to a sun. She really hoped she was strong enough to save him. Or worse... she stomped out the thought. It wouldn't come to that. She wouldn't let it. She took one last deep breath and dropped the distance to the hallway below. Landing ten meters from where he was. She stood up tall, puffing herself up to feel bigger. Her heart raced in her chest, she tightened her grip on her lightsabers. He looked up at her from beneath the black hooded robe. His eyes flashing gold in the temple lights. This was not the Anakin she knew. She forced herself to focus. She had to be strong. But in all her years of training under him, she never could've imagined the day that he'd become the enemy. He wasn't the enemy, she reminded herself. He was her friend, and she had to save him. He stood there as though impassable. His blue lightsaber held tightly in his mechanical hand, still lit from the last person he'd swung it through. Their screams echoing around the temple as their life force was stolen away by someone that was once a friend. His features were lined and dark. Who had done this to him? What led him here? They stared at each other in silence as though their very souls fought an invisible battle between them. "Stand aside, Ahsoka." He said darkly. "You cannot stop me now." "I will not." She replied, rousing as much snippy stubbornness as she could muster so she felt more in control. "Don't make me kill you." He hissed. The threat sent a shiver down her spine.. This was the man that had once promised he'd never let anyone hurt her. Now here they were. Years of friendship had come to this. She ignited her lightsabers, crouching low to the ground, spinning them into her reverse grip. "I don't want to hurt you, Anakin. But I will if I have to." She said stiffly. "Why are you doing this?" "Because I have to." Was all he said before leaping forward to bring down a strike. She rolled under his legs and jumped back to her feet. Swinging forcefully, making him block. His words echoing in her head. 'Because I have to...' He moved gracefully, she had to be careful she didn't fall back into the comfortable feeling of an afternoon sparring session. Whatever was happening right now, was life or death. She moved carefully, allowing her senses to rest only between them. She was trusting Rex to keep the others occupied. She hoped he was safe. He spoke only with his weapon, slashing forward with intent to kill. She fought him off as best she could, keeping pace with him almost as if she were his equal. It wasn't true, she knew that. He was twisted right now. If he were thinking clearly, she wouldn't have lasted this long. She felt his burning hatred and anger as he cast it with every swing and she could do nothing but wonder what had caused him to fall so far. She'd been face to face with him less than a week ago; the last thing she remembered was his determination to save the chancellor. She'd heard the reports, he'd killed count Dooku and returned a hero. His anger now, his fall... it made no sense. She'd watched him flirt with the darkness under his tutelage. She knew it lived in him. The years of pain and sorrow and loss etched into his soul; scars that would never heal. But through all that, he was a warrior of good, a beacon of light. Had Dooku said something to twist him? Or was he being controlled by the same mysterious Sith Lord they'd been hunting for years? She tried to lose herself in the force letting it be her guide, but she couldn't completely push aside the questions threatening to consume her. She wanted to understand. No, she needed to. After flipping off the wall and twisting as she sailed over his head, something dawned on her as she felt the boiling fear racing to the surface. Every moment she delayed him made him more afraid. But of what? She sensed Rex above her and knew what she had to do. "You're weak!" She screamed at him, trying to get under his skin. It was the hardest thing to say. He wasn't weak, he was afraid. "How dare you?" He ranted like a cornered beast. She stood her ground until he was almost on top of her and then she force leapt to the top of the furred temple wall. "You were never fit to be my master. I deserved better!" She yelled, racing across the ledge. She could feel him in pursuit. He scaled the wall in nothing flat. She was fast, but he was gaining on her. She hoped she'd make it to the end of the hall. "Obi wan was supposed to be your master! If you hated me that much, why didn't you go to the council?" He was venomous. "I was better than both of you." She said, focusing her attention on the balcony up ahead. "The only person worthy of training me was Master Windu!" "You think him worthy? I killed him!" His eyes flashed dangerously yellow. She could see a dark shadow take shape around him. She gasped internally, pushing the need to mourn aside. 3... 2... 1... leap! She vaulted towards the balcony a split second before he grabbed her, rolling through the doorway and around the corner. She nodded at Rex who hid in the shadows, and dropped to her knees in meditation. The moment he came through the doorway he was hit with Rex's stun gun. She watched him fall unconscious to the ground, feeling as though her heart would rip in two. She glanced up at Rex, tears rolling down her cheek. He had a sad, sympathetic look across his features. He looked as exhausted as she felt. She moved towards where he'd fallen, clipping his lightsaber to her belt with her own. She traced a hand down his cheek as though in mourning. --- Ahsoka crossed her legs on the stump, losing herself in the meditation. They'd been forced to keep him under for a week so they could get him somewhere safe. She'd argued with Rex multiple times about being alone with him on the planet. He didn't trust that she'd be safe after what they'd witnessed at the temple. And though she wasn't so sure herself anymore, she refused to leave him to this fate. She struggled to focus on the force, her sessions often being overrun by questions. So many questions. But not just about what happened to him, but also what had happened in the war. The way it ended... it made no sense. But they were far away from it for now. Those answers would come in time. She sighed and opened her eyes, watching his chest rise and fall where he slept in the tent across the way. He'd be waking up any minute now. She hoped she knew what she was doing. She'd left their lightsabers with Rex, but they could still fight. She hoped he could forgive her for the things she'd said back in the temple. But more than anything, she hoped that she could bring him back to the light. The Jedi preached that once someone goes down that path, there is no saving them. But she didn't want to believe that. It wasn't too late. Whatever had happened to him... they could free him, undo it. If he'd work with her. He sat up suddenly and looked around. She closed her eyes unable to bear the darkness in his. She felt him reach through the force, clenching tight around her throat. She fought the urge to panic. "No one is coming for you, Anakin." She said breathlessly. "You can kill me, but then you'll never get off this planet." He held it for a moment longer and then released. She swallowed hard trying to catch her breath. "Where are we?" He demanded. "Somewhere far away from everything." She whispered. "But we're alone here. There's no way off. No civilizations. No ship. Nothing." "What do you want from me?" He asked angrily. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, unable to bear the waves of emotion crashing through her in the force. "I want to understand." She breathed. "Some things aren't meant to be understood." He said stubbornly turning his back to her. She wished he'd just let her in. He had nothing to lose at this point, but still he refused. "You're right." She said, clapping her hands on her thighs and standing up. "But I can feel your fear, Anakin. I know that whatever you're afraid of, you feel like you're running out of time. But until you tell me the truth, you're stuck here. Only one person in the galaxy knows where we are, and they have their orders to not come get us until they hear it from me. Not even your new master will find you here." She turned and started walking along the forest path, needing a breath of fresh air. The force around him was oppressive and dark. --- When she returned to the camp he was gone. Somehow that didn't surprise her, he'd always been impatient, it was probably worse now. It made her sad though, that he didn't trust her anymore. Yeah she'd been forced to say things she didn't mean in order to get him here, and if he'd been thinking straight, surely he would have known that. But she'd hoped he'd see that she was doing this not to torture him but because she cared about him. She hoped her actions would somehow carry more weight than the spoken words. He came back on the third day, and collapsed shortly after entering the clearing. She couldn't believe he'd rather take his chances out there in the wild than just tell her the truth. She picked him up by the shoulders and dragged him over to the tent. She warmed up a wet cloth by the fire and knelt down by his side. He was covered in scratches and his robes were torn in a few places. She started slowly washing his face, trying to gently massage it as she went.. Then she moved down to his chest, cleaning several wounds she could see through his robes. She leaned over to get one on his right shoulder and then a few on his legs. Then she sat down next to his left side, and picked up his arm. She slid her fingers up the sleeve of his robe, looking for any injuries there. Then she pulled off his left glove that was mostly shredded. She moved the cloth softly over his hand, trying to clean off the dirt and dried blood. In the firelight, she could make out a few bruises. She had no idea what he'd gotten himself into, but she was glad he'd come back. Once she finished with the wounds she could see, she set the cloth aside and looked down at his face. She'd left his hand resting on her thigh. She liked its familiar weight and feel. His breathing was still a little ragged, but she was certain he'd not been asleep while she'd treated the scrapes. But he kept his eyes closed, so she couldn't be sure. Even though he was right there next to her, he seemed so far away. Ever since she'd found him in the temple, it was like he was drifting away. What had caused the chasm between them? Why did she feel that if she stayed... it would swallow her whole? But even if that were true, she couldn't leave him now. No matter what was going on out there in the galaxy, she wasn't leaving without him. Even if it meant spending the rest of her life on this isolated planet. She moved his robes a little so she could set her hand down over his heart. She focused her energy, filling herself with warmth and light. She breathed deeply, letting the force's peace consume her. She felt it begin to spread, pumping through her as though moving with the blood in her veins. She'd never been a force healer, but this wasn't about fixing the body. She felt the light spread to all the corners of her body and then pushed it from her hand into his chest. She felt him grab her wrist with his mechanical hand in a vise grip. It hurt, but she couldn't stop now. She ignored the pain, spreading her fingers across his skin and letting the light pass from her to him. She felt his other hand tighten on her thigh. She clenched her teeth, pushing further despite the cost. After a few minutes of pressing the energy into him, she started to feel it spread from his heart. The flow was weak at first, but it was there. She felt it pump through him. She didn't even flinch when his eyes snapped open and he lifted his head to stare at her. She was too lost in the light and the need to heal his broken soul, to care what he did to her now. The only thing that mattered to her was her hand against the skin of his chest and the light that was passing between them. "Ahsoka..." he murmured, his head falling back to the ground. "Why are you doing this?" "I can't lose you, master!" She said, trying not to lose focus. He was quiet for a moment. This connected to him, she could feel his pain pumping through her too. She had to fight it. But the darkness was building in him again. And her light was being consumed by it. It was a risk she'd had to take. Opening herself to give him light, meant she was vulnerable to the darkness in him. She trembled as she tried to draw on the light side of the force. She tried bolstering her strength to stay focused. But his energy was strong, she wasn't sure how long she could fight it. She had to pull away. But she couldn't. "I thought I wasn't fit to be your master." He said. She flinched as darkness seared across her senses. "I lied to you, Anakin." She breathed, fighting to stay above the waves. "You were the only master I ever wanted. I only said those things to make you follow me." She felt like she was going under. Please, she begged. Fight it! "You didn't mean them?" His tone was just a little lighter, almost hopeful. She shook her head. "We all made mistakes. None of us were perfect, but never once in all my years with you, did I wish for a different teacher." She breathed, chest tight. "You were difficult. I'll admit it. You pushed me harder than anyone. But I stuck with you. Not because I had to." "Then why?" He asked. She could feel the cracks now. They were deeper than she ever thought possible. And it dawned on her... he didn't know what love was. He loved everyone, he loved and loved and loved, but he couldn't recognize it from someone else. She blinked a few times and looked at him. "Because I love you. I've always loved you." "The Jedi aren't allowed to love." He said angrily, a tidal wave of pain crashed through her again. "When did we ever follow the rules?" She squeaked, biting her lip to not be consumed by his negativity. She was losing this battle. If she didn't let go soon, the darkness would win. Just as she reached breaking point, she felt it give way. Receding into the far corners of his soul. She collapsed onto his chest, exhausted and drained from the amount of energy that had passed through her like a conduit. He didn't feel lighter. She wasn't sure if she'd actually accomplished anything. She buried her face in his robes, trying to steady herself. He'd let go of her, but he still felt distant. If she hadn't been holding him, she'd have thought he was gone again. She sighed as the silence dragged on. Maybe she'd been foolish to think she'd be able to reach him. She'd hoped that whatever he asked of her while they were connected that if he didn't believe what she said, he'd feel the truth from her. She'd meant all of it. She felt his anger boil up again, laced in fear. And she sat up and turned away, watching the flames of their campfire flicker and spark. She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, resting her face on them. She let the tears fall down, soaking through her pants. Maybe it was time to just accept it. Whatever had cut the bond between them had caused irreparable damage. "I didn't want to kill you," he said quietly from behind her. She squeezed her eyes shut at the stinging words. "But you were in the way." "In the way of what?" She asked turning on him. "Why can't you just tell me? Maybe I could've have helped you!" She stood up, shaking. She hated the feeling that was consuming her. The frustration and anger that she couldn't gain control over. "Did you ever think of that, Anakin? That there were people around you that cared? That no matter what the problem or danger, would have stood by your side? No of course you didn't! You only thought about yourself." She ranted, unable to close it down. She paced around the fire, trying to calm down, but she couldn't. She wanted to hit him, to hurt him. To cause him the pain he caused her. She loved him, but she also hated him. She hated how infuriating he was. How closed down he'd always been. She hated that he'd never open up, or tell her about his past. She'd made excuses for him, telling herself all the reasons why he couldn't. But it never stopped the pain of being left on the outside. Of knowing that he'd never invite her in. She hated how controlling he was, the way he made her feel like she couldn't handle herself. But more than anything, she hated that she loved him anyways. She hated her devotion to him. She hated that she'd risk her life a thousand times over to protect him, even if he didn't want her to. She glanced over at him to see that he'd rolled away, so his back was to her.. What had she expected? An apology? She almost laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of that thought. She went over to the crate and pulled out a meal bag and a water pack and threw them at him. The water one hit him in the side. He turned and glared at her. She picked up one of each for herself and sat down by the fire to eat. She didn't know what had happened to him since she left, but based on what she'd felt during the healing exercise earlier, she suspected whatever it was had only been the final break. The cracks in him ran too deep to have been caused by one thing. She stared at the fire, resisting the urge to call Rex to come get her. She almost wanted to just leave him here now. Maybe then he'd figure it out. Or.... he'd just destroy himself. And no matter what residual anger burned in her chest, she couldn't let him do that. She'd gotten herself into this mess, there was no point quitting now. She glanced up as he sat down on the other side of the fire from her. His long hair was wild and tangled. His robes were ripped and torn, and there still burned a little gold in his eyes. She could feel the tightness of his muscles from where she sat. It wasn't hard to notice the stiffness of his movements. He looked like he was fighting a battle inside himself, and she softened. All anger evaporated from her. He looked up and caught her staring, but she didn't look away. He was so broken, it was amazing he was even functioning. It amazed her that he'd ever functioned. She wondered briefly if she'd pushed him sooner, would he have opened up to her then? But she pushed the thought aside already knowing the answer. Her eyes felt dry from all the crying and rage of emotions. But the food and water perked her up again. Were they just going to stare at each other for days? Was there anything more she could say to get him to talk? She didn't think so.. It was his turn to give a little, she'd already put too much on the line. "I know what you're trying to do. But you can't help me now." He said finally and then looked down at the meal pack in his hands as though it were the most interesting thing in the world. She studied him, trying to read him. She was surprised to realize that he wanted to be saved. He just didn't think he could be. "And what makes you say that?" She asked as though ignorant of anything he'd done wrong. "I've done terrible things. There is no hope for me." She got the distinct impression that he wasn't talking about recent events. "There never was." His voice was hollow. What could he have done that would lead to such a conclusion? Even the stuff she'd witnessed in the temple could be forgiven and made right. "Who told you that?" She whispered, sorrow spreading through her soul. "Everyone!" He flashed hot with anger for a moment, but then it faded away. She closed her eyes for a moment, searching her memory. It felt like pieces of a puzzle were slowly clicking into place. She saw Obi wan's annoyance, Admiral Yularan rolling his eyes. She felt Windu's critical stare and Yoda's disapproval. She realized that these weren't isolated events. They were things that ate away at him over the years. These things and more. She saw him standing in front of the council at nine years old; scared, tired and cold. Looking from face to face seeing only judgement and reservation. She heard Obi wan telling another Jedi she didn't know that he was dangerous. Even though he was just a boy. And then she saw Padmé; soft and glowing and angelic. She saw her tell him to be angry was to be human. And heard him deny the feeling. 'I am a Jedi! I'm better than this!' As though he realized what she was seeing, the visions suddenly faded as he clamped himself shut again. She looked at him blinking a few times to really see him. He sat there fuming. But she saw the unmistakable tremble of fear.

What was he afraid of? He lashed out in anger and hatred but that was only the symptom of fear. Fear of what? She didn't know what to say. Even though he'd given her a brief glimpse, even if it was by accident, she felt like now was not the time to say anything. When he'd been angry at her during the war, why? Because she disobeyed an order? Because she'd sassed him? Because she'd made him feel like a fool? Or was it bigger than that? Before she could respond he turned his back and went back inside the tent. She watched him go wondering if she'd bitten off more than she could chew. Maybe she'd be sorry for wanting to know the truth. As she understood now, that she'd had only a minuscule glimpse at who he really was. It was awful that you could follow someone around for four years thinking you actually knew them. Even worse to find out that they could hide their true selves away for so long. She blinked and stood up, staring intensely at his back. He only knew how to hide. He'd been hiding from everyone the moment they'd told him he was dangerous. This wasn't about her, this was about all of them. Not even Obi wan knew the truth of who he was. No wonder she couldn't reach him. No one could. He'd made sure of that. When she was sure he was asleep, she walked a few kilometers away from the camp and hit her comm button. "Are you alright?" Rex's voice came through immediately as though he'd been hovering by it waiting for her call. She smiled at his concern. "Yes, Rex. I'm fine." She replied. "Is he better?" He asked. "Not really, but I have a favor to ask of you." "Do you need me to stun him again?" She laughed. "No. I need you to find Artoo, and bring him here. Please." She said. "That might take awhile," he said. "You'll be on your own until I get back." "I know. I wouldn't ask if it was important though." "Okay. I'm on my way." "Thank you." She said absentmindedly waving at the sky even though she knew he wasn't near enough to see it. She hoped she was right about this. --- She climbed over him, trying not to wake him and curled up on the far side of the tent. She was tired from the tidal waves of emotion but she felt safe enough now to let down her guard. They hadn't really resolved anything, but he at least seemed to accept that he wasn't getting off this planet without her. The next few days passed much the same way, bursts of anger, minimal conversation and simply trying to out wait each other. What he didn't seem to realize was she'd set this place up for the long haul. She knew enough about it now, they could live the rest of their lives there if necessary. She hoped Rex would be back soon with Artoo. She was certain he held the key to unlocking the secrets Anakin refused to share. She wondered why it had never dawned on her before. He'd claimed he refused to wipe the droid's memory because his knowledge was helpful to missions. Which she agreed with. It had benefited them more than once for Artoo to know what was going on. But when she'd called up Rex, she'd intended to ask him to go get Padmé. She'd hesitated before saying her name though, realizing that he was not in a state yet in which she'd be safe, nor was he ready for the news. Every once in awhile, she wished Obi wan was here, thinking that surely he'd know what to do. But then she'd remember his annoyance and lectures and decided that probably wasn't a good idea yet either. What she needed was not judgements, just facts. So who better than a droid? And not just any droid, one that she'd known had been with him long before she met him. And one that likely carried in their memory banks, the truth. She woke up one night about a week and a half later unsure of what had roused her. She saw that Anakin was curled up in his corner like usual. He felt alright, that wasn't what had done it. Then she saw the flashing light on her commlink. As quiet as she could, she snuck out of the tent, running towards the drop off point. Stopping occasionally to make sure he wasn't following her. She felt around in the force to be sure, but he was still back at camp. She ran the few kilometers away, hoping he wouldn't wake to hear the Twilight.. She breathed a deep sigh of relief to see Rex standing there with Artoo beeping happily beside him. "It wasn't easy," he said. "The senator didn't want to give him up without reason. And since they don't know he's still alive, it took some negotiating." "Thank you!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around him in a hug. "Anything I should know?" "Things are bad out there. The few Jedi left that survived Order 66 can't convince the public that the Chancellor is behind the war. Especially since he supposedly 'brought the end of it.'" Rex sighed, clapping his hands together angrily. "He made moves to form a grand empire, claiming that it will catapult the republic into a far more prestigious role. I don't know how he pulled it off, but he has an impressive backing already. It's getting difficult to move around the galaxy without running into trouble. Senator Organa and Senator Amidala have been talking about raising a rebellion. But as far as I know, it's all talk right now. We could really use you and general Skywalker." She patted him on the shoulder. "I know Rex." She said sadly. "He's been burying his problems for too long, it's not been easy to reach him." "Has he hurt you?" He asked, looking her over. "I'm fine." She said. "You didn't answer my question." "I can handle it." He gave her a knowing look. "Well be careful." "I will." She said confidently. "Thank you for bringing Artoo, I think he's the key." "I hope so. The senator was adamant that I bring him back in one piece. I suspect it's because she doesn't know... the truth." "If all goes well, we'll all be back soon and in one piece." She said, starting to turn but Rex caught her arm. "Ahsoka." He said softly, glancing around at the forest nervously. She looked at him with concern. "What is it?" "There's a rumor... through the clones... that Chancellor Palpatine had a plan for Anakin. I think he meant to take him as his apprentice. If that's true... he could be far more dangerous than we thought." "Rex, he's not lost to the light. He's afraid of something, but he won't tell me what." She said, trying to reassure him. "Maybe he's afraid of the wrath, from the chancellor?" He suggested. Artoo beeped suddenly and she looked down at him. "You'd better go, before Anakin finds you here." She said. "May the force be with you... both..." he said, running back up into the Twilight and starting the engines. She stood there long after he disappeared from sight. Her head reeling with everything he'd said. She patted Artoo on his dome top and crouched down to his level. "Hey buddy," she said with a smile. He beeped happily in response. "It's good to see you too. Listen, Artoo, I would never ask you to betray Anakin's trust, but I need your help. If we're going to save him so he can go home, I need to know what happened to him. I need to know his past. I'm hoping, you can convince him to tell me." He beeped at her sadly. "I know." She whispered in response. "I'm sorry it's come to this too. Come on, let's get to the camp before he wakes up and finds me gone." Anakin was understandably angry to find out that a ship had come and gone. But she had noticed he seemed grateful Artoo was there. She was a little jealous that he was happier about the droid than everything she'd been trying to help him with. Artoo had tried to convince him to tell her, but he stubbornly refused. She even caught him telling it that she would never understand. It had taken all her willpower to not give away that she'd overheard some of their conversation. She'd made sure that Artoo understood that he could not know about Padmé yet. Mainly because she suspected that was one of the biggest pieces of the secret. If only he realized she already knew the truth and was waiting to hear it from him. He tried to convince the droid to send out a communication but she'd already had Rex remove his transmitter chip for the time being. She left them for awhile to go meditate at the falls she'd found awhile back.. Artoo had decided to come with her. She welcomed his company and enjoyed listening to him beep and whir. It brought back better memories than what was happening here. Something the droid said while they were away bothered her deeply however. That Anakin had become distant even with it, threatening to wipe its memory. But more than that, it had said that it 'felt' something wrong with him. Droids, especially Artoo, tended to use language similar to the beings that controlled them. So it wasn't all that strange that Artoo would refer to feeling as though it were possible for him to. "Have you scanned him since you've been here?" She asked suddenly. Wondering if it was possible for there to be a chip that had been planted in him, like Rex had said about the clones. Artoo beeped an affirmation. "Show me the report." She said. Artoo projected a readout for her. She studied it carefully. Nothing seemed off that she could tell. At least there didn't seem to be any foreign objects in his body. That was good. But it didn't explain his moodiness. "Is he telling you all my secrets?" She started in surprise and looked up to see Anakin leaning against a tree. "No." She said truthfully. Not even the bioscan he'd just shown her told her anything useful. He watched her for a moment and she bit her lip. Every day out here like this, killed her a little more. She hated that everything they'd shared had led to this. "Why are you keeping me here?" He asked with annoyance. "I told you, I want to the truth. I want to understand." "Why is it so important to you?" "Because I care and I want to help you." She said simply. "I told you, there's no way to help me now." "Do you really believe that?" "Yes." He did. She could feel it. "Well then, I guess we are just wasting time then." She sighed and looked away. "I could get used to living here." "I can't go back to being a Jedi." He said darkly. "That makes two of us." She whispered. "What do you mean?" He sounded curious now. It was a welcome change from the anger and frustration. "Well, I abandoned my post to return to Coruscant in order to save someone I was too attached too." She said calmly, almost indifferent. "And I did it with the knowledge that I was abandoning thousands of innocents to death." She wasn't proud of it. But she'd done what she believed she had to. "If there was ever a hope the Jedi order would take me back... it's gone now." Artoo beeped something meant to comfort her and she smiled sadly at the droid. "The thing is, since I left the order, I've learned things aren't black and white. I used to think that force sensitives could only be a Jedi or a Sith. But there's many paths to walk. I used to think that leaving the Jedi meant turning to the dark side. And maybe I've turned a blind eye to some questionable things, but I don't feel dark. I've learned this war was bigger than the republic versus the separatists. Even bigger than Jedi versus Sith. Or even good versus evil. Because really, what's right is a point of view. I think there are certain things that will always be questionable, but in the grand scheme of things; what one person thinks is right, another person probably disagrees. And it kind of makes sense that the world is like that. We're all different, we all have vastly different life experiences. Why should we all believe the same things?" She didn't really know if, or care if she was touching on anything that he was struggling with. But it felt good to talk again. Even if it was somewhat forced. She looked up at him wondering if he was actually thinking about what she said. She knew she wasn't on the right track with his current situation, but sometimes, you had to start somewhere. He was standing with his legs slightly apart and his hands clasped behind his back. That was a good sign, that was his thoughtful pose. He was quiet for a long time. Should she keep going to fill the silence or wait for him to talk? "The Jedi betrayed the republic." He said adamantly. She bit her tongue so she didn't argue. She'd just said it was okay to have different points of view. "Then they should face trial." She said instead. He looked momentarily off guard that she didn't defend them. "No one person should cast judgement. That is the job of the senate." "I was acting on behalf of the senate." He said. "The senate or the chancellor?" She asked, finally feeling like they were getting somewhere. "They're the same thing." He said defensively. She raised her brow at him. "Actually, they're not. The chancellor is one man, elected to a position of authority meant to represent the wishes of the people. The senate are a group of individuals with different needs casting their opinions around, with the goal of representing their respective people. You hang out with Senator Amidala all the time, I can't believe I have to tell you this." She rolled her eyes, trying to break the tension. He'd frozen completely when she mentioned Padmé. All color drained from his face. "I want off this rock, now!" He hissed. "And here I thought we were finally getting somewhere." She sighed, standing up. "I'm afraid I can't do that. Because you're still not telling me the truth. And until you decide to stop killing people, we're both stuck here." "What the kriff, Ahsoka?" He yelled. "Are you enjoying this?" "Well... I like being with you again, but am enjoying watching you breathe anger and hate? The answer is no." Artoo beeped something about not liking them arguing. "You don't have to do this, you know!" He said, ignoring the droid. "Actually I do." She said snippily. "And someday you'll thank me for it." She stormed past him but he grabbed her arm. "What is the matter with you?" He demanded, eyes burning again. But not gold, she noticed. She looked up at him feeling almost like her old rebellious self. "I should ask you the same question!" She snapped. To her surprise, he let her go. "I did what I had to do. You'll never understand." He whispered furiously. "Here's a thought, how about instead of you telling me I won't understand, you actually give me a chance to!" She cried out, puffing herself up. "Chancellor Palpatine offered me a way to save my wife!" He spat out and then clapped his hands over his mouth. She set her hand on his arm and he looked at her terrified. "And you making me stay here is keeping me from doing that." "Padmé is safe." She said quietly. His eyes widened in shock and confusion. "How do you know?" He stammered. "I've known you loved her since the beginning. You didn't hide it very well. But I know she's safe because I'm the one that got her off Coruscant." She admitted. "But my nightmares could still happen!" He said worriedly. "Nope." She said. "Padmé told me about them. I took her to a doctor, she got a clean bill of health." "And the baby?" He breathed, trembling. "Twins. And they're both healthy." She said. "Artoo, would you be so kind?" She asked, patting the droid. He projected a video of Padmé holding the twins in her arms. Anakin reached out to try and touch the hologram, she felt the anger fade from him, giving away to joy and longing. "She's safe. They're safe. But how? The nightmares were just like the ones I had about my mother before she died and those did come true." He sounded broken again. "I've been thinking about that... when I had my vision about her being in danger at the conference on Alderaan, I went to master Yoda for advice. He told me first, to meditate on it more. And then he said that the future is always in motion. And that there are many possible futures. I didn't understand at first, I didn't trust myself to be able to protect her. But then instinct took over and I knew what to do. Tell me, Anakin. Did Chancellor Palpatine know about you and Padmé or your dreams about your mother?" "Yes." He said quietly. "I think that he was using you. There have been rumors that he was working for years to groom you to be his new apprentice for after you killed Dooku. If he knew about the visions you had about your mother, it's possible he gave you the visions about Padmé." She said. "Is that even possible?" He asked breathlessly. "You had a vision and you went to him, what did he say to you?" "He told me about a Sith Lord named Darth Plagueis who had learned how to save people from death." "That didn't bother you? That he had an instant answer, Sith answer no less, for how to save her?" "It was a little weird," he admitted. "But I'd tried to ask Master Yoda first and he just told me to rejoice for their death because they become one with the force." "Likely that's because you didn't tell him the whole truth." She said. "It's hard to advise people when you don't know the whole story. Think about it, Anakin. It's kind of convenient that you have a vision about something you fear and then he gives you a magical solution to it if you do what? Join him?" "He ruined my life! I trusted him!" He was angry again. But for once it wasn't directed at her. "Come on." She said, taking his arm and pulling him in the direction of the drop zone. "I think you're ready." She pushed the buttons on her commlink to let Rex know to come get them. "Ready for what?" He asked, stumbling a little. "To try again." Was all she said in response.

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(SPOILERS) My review of The Last Jedi

I really enjoyed this movie. I didn’t absolutely enjoy it, but I thought that there were some good points to it. I will start out by saying though that even though I loved this movie, it didn’t feel like a Star Wars movie. It didn’t. I kept trying to find its spot among the others even The Force Awakens and I couldn’t find it. It just felt too different. But anyways...

(This isn’t going to be in any order. I’ve only seen it once and I’m going from memory. This is going to be kind of long.)

General Hux and Poe:

I really enjoyed the back and forth between these two. I thought that it was funny and it made me laugh but it was unrealistic (not that the Star Wars movies are realistic but you know). There is no way that would have gone on for that long without anything happening. They aren’t that stupid.

Luke and Rey:

I love the opening interaction between these two. We were left in TFA with them standing apart from each other at the end and we had no idea how Luke was going to react to Rey finding him. I laughed so hard when he took the lightsaber and threw it over his shoulder.

I loved how these two were with each other. I loved how Rey never gave up trying to get through to Luke. She followed him around to let him know she wasn’t leaving and that she wanted to train.

Leia’s Hologram:

I cried when I saw this. I loved that they did this and I felt that it completed a circle from ANH. Leia was the one who initiated Luke’s journey. If he never saw that hologram, who knows where he would have ended up. That was the spark that lit Luke’s journey and it was the spark that continued it. R2 knew Luke needed to see it to keep going and I just loved it.

First Training Session:

I loved this scene as well. I thought that it was really well done. I loved when Luke told her to reach out and she actually did and then he played around her hand with the leaf. I thought that fit in well and then she actually did reach out. She started listing off everything she was sensing, the balance. She felt every good thing and also the bad. I loved that they let her fall into the darkness because that’s not something that is allowed with the Jedi. You have to stay with the light. I was really hoping that this would mean that she was a Gray Jedi. (I’m still hoping) I thought this whole scene was beautiful even though I wasn’t a fan of how Luke reacted. I mean I get why he did because it’s explained later but I feel that it wasn’t right.

Luke Skywalker:

Playing off of that, Luke was really out of character the entire time. I remember seeing in an interview with Mark Hamill that he fundamentally disagreed with every choice they made with Luke and I can see why. He didn’t feel like Luke anymore. I can’t see in any possible situation that he would ever murder one of his apprentices let alone his own family. I understand that it was a reflex but come on. He stopped himself from killing his father because he believed the whole time there was still light in him and with Ben/Kylo he was just going to off him. I didn’t like that at all. I did like the end of the movie with Luke however. Him becoming one with the force looking into the distance at the binary suns. It was beautiful but I didn’t feel sad. I know I probably should have, but I didn’t. Overall, I didn’t like where they took his character.

Rey with the Lightsaber:

I absolutely looovvveeeddd this scene!! This was one of my favorites. When she picked up the lightsaber I got really giddy. I just loved it so much but I think the end of it with the rocks falling down onto the two below (don’t remember what they were called) it fell short. I think they were trying to hard to be funny there and could have gone without it.

Rey:

Rey’s character development was phenomenal in my opinion. I loved this girl from start to finish. She was amazing, badass, and just the best part of the movie in my opinion. I’m not sure if this movie confirmed that she was a Grey Jedi, but it felt like it in my opinion. I love how she knows theirs darkness inside of her, but she didn’t let it control her. I think she realizes that she needs the darkness, but she can’t follow it. I loved seeing her train and fight and just be awesome. I can’t wait to see where she goes in the next movie.

Rose Tico:

I think that she was one of the best parts of the movie. I have seen some people say that she didn’t really need to be there and while I do see their point I disagree. I thought she was a great addition to the movie and I loved her a lot. I thought she was really cute and funny and I thought she was amazing. I can’t wait to see her in the next movie.

Rose and Finn:

I think these two are really cute together. I thought they worked well together and I loved their interactions, but I didn’t see where the romance was. I was kind of shocked when Rose told Finn she loved him and then kissed him. I did think it fit. I thought they made a really good pair of friends. I could see that, but I wasn’t really feeling the love. BROTP: Yes OTP: Not really

Running out of Fuel:

This was one of the main parts of the movies and I thought it went on for too long. At the beginning I understood it didn’t make any sense by the end of it. You are telling me that this giant ship that was following behind never caught up. They could have easily obliterated the rebel ship and they didn’t? They just followed just slightly out of reach. I didn’t like this part.

Rose and Finn’s Mission:

This ties in with the previous note. It wasn’t like I didn’t like this whole thing but as with the last point it didn’t really fit. I thought that it fit well with the movie since that’s what the movie was about but the sequence didn’t. The whole Maz thing didn’t make sense and that was just the beginning of it. How were they able to contact her and why was she in a battle. That didn’t make any sense at all but whatever. My biggest issue was with the casino scene and I think my mom summed it up perfectly: “It looked like it belonged in a Bond movie, not Star Wars.” It just felt wrong. I mean I loved how Rose and Finn destroyed it and everything like an FU to the upper class and the people who abused her but it just didn’t fit.

Sneaking onto the Ship:

Continuing with that, it felt weird that they got onto the ship so easily. I know they had that code breaker guy (who was a creeeep and wasn’t even the right guy) but it felt too easy. It all felt too easy. How were they able to go around the ship and no one thought anything off it especially with BB-8 slamming into everything. It was too much, but I’m glad they were caught. It would have been too easy if they had actually succeeded.

Captain Phasma v Finn:

This was awesome but I do wish we would have seen Phasma sooner. I was hoping she would have had a bigger part in the movie but we saw her for like 5 minutes and then she was dead. But the fight was awesome! I was so engaged and I was thoroughly enjoying it. Finn is awesome!

Flying Leia:

I’m sorry but this didn’t make any sense to me. I have seen some people who were really excited to see Leia use the force but it was really cheesy. And I’m not exactly an expert but I don’t think you can use the force to fly. I thought it was too weird. I did think that this was where they were going to kill her off. I thought that would be the end although I thought that a lot throughout the movie.

Rey and Kylo/Ben:

I hate to admit it because I fought it off for so long but I think I’m a Reylo shipper now. I loved loved loved loved the relationship and the tension between these two. I loved the force bond between the two and out of everything they did with the new force abilities (see above) I thought that it fit. They are two sides of the same cling and I can see them going down the road of one can’t exist without the other. I loved the conversations they had with each other and how they learned and got to know each other and understand each other. They let each other know that they weren’t alone and I felt all the feelings. And when they fought with each other at the end I got the chills. It was amazing and I was Here. For. It. I can’t wait to see how this relationship develops especially after how they left things. I knew neither one of them were going to switch, it was too good to be true.

Luke and Ben/Kylo:

This relationship just felt wrong and I didn’t agree with how they took things. I get that Ben turned and Luke didn’t like it but the aftermath was wrong. I know I am repeating myself here but I don’t think there is any possible way Luke would ever try to kill his own nephew. He said it was a reflex but still. I do agree with Rey when she told him that Ben failed him not the other way around but I just don’t agree that he would try to kill Ben. That was one of my biggest issues in the whole movie. It felt really wrong. And did Han and Leia even know? Han told Rey and Finn that Luke felt guilty and that’s why he ran away but did they even know that Luke may have tried to kill their son? I just.... I didn’t like it.

Luke Becoming One with the Force:

I felt like this was a fitting end to Luke and I’m sure everyone knew that it would happen eventually, but it was odd timing. Why did he have to go? Was it because he used up so much energy making a ghost version of himself to go help the others? I thought that it was pretty cool that he was able to do that and my mind was bloooowwwnn when he was shot at who knows how many times and he survived and then again when Kylo sliced him with the light saber. But I felt like he would have had a more important role in the over all movie. I am hoping he will still be in the next movie especially since Carrie’s gone.

Leia:

It was hard watching Leia and I was holding back tears when I saw her come on the screen. She was amazing and her performance was amazing but I was wished she would have had a bigger role as well but she spent half the movie in a coma. I kept expecting them to kill her off around every corner because I thought they would have to. I kept grabbing my sisters arm every time I thought she was a goner but it never happened. I have no idea what they are going to do in the next movie but hopefully they will do right by her. I didn’t cry at all during the movie but I cried when I saw “In Memory of our Princess: Carrie Fisher”. I just felt tears running down my face and I hope they give her a good end in the movie. She deserves it.

Poe:

I liked seeing Poe more in this movie. I really like him and the leadership role he assumed despite of purple haired Laura Dern (can’t remember character name). They had an interesting back an forth with each other and I wanted Poe to be like “no bitch” and take over. He was really reckless though but I could tell it all came from a good place. He wanted to beat the first order but a lot of people were lost due to the choices he made. I mean they knew what they were signing up for but still. I really did like his character and his power to stand up against what he thought was wrong. I hope to get to know him better in the next movie.

BB-8:

STAR. OF. THE. SHOW. BB-8 was absolutely fantastic!!! Every scene they (how do you address a droid?) were in was amazing. The first one with BB-8 trying to fix Poe’s fighter, the one where they went off with that weird creepy guy and appeared in the ship, the one where they saved the Finn and Rose. Everything was great!! BB-8’s comic relief was genuine to me and fit in. The droids job in Star Wars is to help the people around them and lighten the mood. I loved every second of BB-8.

Snoke’s Death and Rey’s Parents:

These were two of the biggest questions everyone had going into TLJ. First, Snoke. Although I was really excited by his death, it didn’t make sense. People were all wondering who the hell Snoke was but we never found out. He was just kind of there getting onto Hux and Kylo Ren. He didn’t even serve that big of a purpose and that was disappointing, but I guess it was to set up the next movie where Rey and Kylo Ren, the last Jedi and the last Sith, will go head to head. But I’m still confused about his role.

Second, Rey’s Parents. This wasn’t that surprising to me. I know everyone was speculating about who her parents were but I knew they weren’t going to be anyone special. There is no possible way it could have been Luke or Han or any other major character. I was fine with who Rey’s Parents were and to me at least it felt like it fit. It’s nice to know her back story but this story is about Rey, not her parents (who were absolutely awful people).

Battle of Crait:

This was....interesting.

First, the rebels. There’s like 20 of them now and they seriously believe that they can stop that canon with those crappy ships. They were brave to try but it wasn’t going to go well. The only reason they weren’t all destroyed was because Rey and Cherie showed up with the Falcon and Luke showed up as his ghost self. And I don’t know why all of the First Order ships targeted her. Kylo told them to but some of them should have stayed with the fighter pilots. That was a stupid move. And Finn was ready to sacrifice himself to destroy the canon (which got me tears eyed because I love Finn) just to be knocked out of the way by Rose which almost killed her. And then Luke walked out and faced an entire army. I understand why Kylo told them to put all the guns on him but come on. He focused too much on his emotions and everyone got away. It was an interesting battle to say the least and even though I had a couple issues with it, it was still pretty entertaining.

Luke and Leia:

God, that scene between these two was almost too much to handle. It was the reunion I wanted and it was perfect. I wish I really wish they would have been together more but I thought it was fitting what they got. It was so sweet and it made me happy. And when he kissed her head it was just perfect. I love them both so much.

Rey Saves the Day:

Rey is just the best. I love her soooo much and I love when she came flying in with Chewie and when she used the force at the end to let everyone out. I loved when the joke of moving rocks came full circle and that was the best. And then the reunion with Finn and Rey. It was beautiful and I am reeeaaallly hoping that they get more screen time together next episode.

The Last Scene:

I don’t know where they are going to go from here. There are like 15 people left of the rebellion and I just don’t know how they will find a sufficient end to the trilogy in two and a half hours. I didn’t quite understand Poe introducing himself to Rey because weren’t they in the same scene at the end of the last movie and they never introduced themselves? But that was just a minor detail. I loved the ending with Rey and Leia. That whole shot of the two of them together it was beautiful but I really don’t know where they will go from here.

I know this is a jumbled up mess and kind of long but I had to get my feelings out there. I’m sure I missed somethings and this isn’t as in depth as I would like it to be, but it was a two and a half movie that I’ve only seen once. Like I said at the beginning, I really enjoyed the movie. I thought that it was fun and entertaining but I just didn’t think it fit in with the other movies. It didn’t have the feeling of a Star Wars movie. I really hope they bring it home in the last movie. I hope the go back to the style of TFA and make it an actual Star Wars movie.

TL;DR it was a good movie and I recommend it but maybe lower your expectations a bit.

Rating 6/10

Thank you all for reading if you made it this far and I would love it if you DMed me to talk about it!

#the last jedi #tlj #star wars #the force awakens #tfa #star wars the last jedi #star wars tlj #star wars the force awakens #rey #reylo #finn #poe #bb8 #luke skywalker #leia #kylo ren

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han-pan · 7 years

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For salty asks: 1, 7, 10, 19 and 24 ^^

EEE I didn’t see this come through! Yessss so much salt :D I am gonna answer this for our lovely SLBP boylords. From the salty ass ask list :o https://han-pan.tumblr.com/post/166052754080/salty-ask-list

1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*

Mmn. Since we’re talking otome, I’m gonna presume xMC since the Brotps don’t bother me. But Masamune, and Kotaro. @_@ Both of them have ENORMOUS communication issues and it drives me bananas. Masa’s dependency on MC’s ESP is irritating enough. And Kotaro just makes me shudder. I’m an adult looking for an adult partnership…not a child I can legally boink.

7. Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?*

Saizo! I can’t believe it, and it makes me so sad. When I first played the game I was just totally taken by Saizo! And now I want to strangle him. Emotionally unavailable dudes are SUPER not my jam!

10. Most disliked arc? Why?

Main story route for Hideyoshi! I will cry Hideyoshi’s MS is possibly the worst thing ever until the day I dieeeee. @hajeema and I came up with an AMAZING alternative plotline for Hideyoshi that hedges more on the political nature of his relationship with Nobunaga and had potential for #makepuppyhappy2k17 AND you cut out the whole “romancing literally everyone except Hideyoshi” and can make a Hanbei route out of it. What’s there to lose??

19. What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

I’m gonna say two things: 1, spoilers and the absolute willful blindness and disregard for the companies that provide us with these beautiful stories…and 2, the tendency to romanticize behavior in certain routes, and disparage it in other routes. Or the tendency to like things that Character A does, simply because they’re Character A, but Character B is a Horrible Horrible Person if he does anything similar.

Bueller? Anyone remember how Toshiie got drunk and too much on MC and then realized it and felt so awful and left her alone and wanted to give her space and stuff because he realized what a terrible thing he did? But when Hotaru ~literally assaulted MC~ and wouldn’t stop kissing her, it was cute? Bueller? No? Just me? Ah.

24. Would you recommend SLBP to a friend? Why or why not?

HAHAHA OF COURSE I WOULD. This trash can fire is so much fun and I love these boys and the amazing wonderful pals I have made through this splendid and insane little corner of the Internet. I love this trash can fire. Yes please. Come into the folds my pretty…..

#personal #ask #frywen-babbles #slbp #salt #salty salt

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bridgetteirish · 7 years

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Winslow

A Winn/Cat Friendship Fic by Bridgette Irish. (with a little side of Supercat)

Full text under the cut. Or read it here on AO3

Summary: Amidst all the turmoil they have been through and witnessed while trying to keep Kara safe and sane, Winn and Cat find in each other an unusual but enduring friendship. A series of scenes showing the progression of this friendship.

A big thanks to @reginalovesemma for the edits! And for coming along with me for this little Brotp.

Enjoy!

He was playing Minecraft and fighting back tears when the heavy-bottomed tumbler thumped on his desktop and the shapely figure of his boss planted itself against the front, next to his chair. It was exactly where Kara had stood, just minutes before, and told him she didn’t want things to change between them. She’d broken his heart with tears in her eyes and while he tried so hard not to be angry, it had proven an impossible feat. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be mad. He knew he was supposed to be supportive and accept the friendship being offered. He knew, ultimately, her happiness was the most important thing, but the evil thought that kept running through his mind was… what about my happiness? He followed the line of Cat’s hip where it leaned against his desk and met her eyes before his own could get too caught up lingering in places that could get him fired… or killed. For a split second his fear overwhelmed his sadness and he stuttered. “H-Hi, Miss Grant. Did you need something? Something techy?” He rolled his eyes internally at his idiocy and picked up a Superman stress ball to give his hands something to do.

Cat’s manicured finger tapped the edge of the glass twice. “I often find that a good scotch hurts enough going down that the rest of the pain fades away temporarily.” Winn’s face fell and he turned back to his game. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Oh come on, Winslow.” Winn snapped his head up at her use of his full name. “I may not have Kiera’s superhearing, but I know a ‘let him down easy’ conversation from a mile away.” She held up a hand. “Please don’t deny it. She’ll never know I know. Just… drink. And if that one doesn’t dull the pain, come in and have another. Then go home. Tomorrow, after she’s gone, we can do this all over again.” Winn picked up the glass and swallowed the two fingers of thirty-year-old Macallan in one go. This set off a coughing fit so severe he had tears running down his face. He barely registered Cat patting his back forcefully. “Good boy, Winslow. Call it a night. See you in the morning.” Winn gathered his things, shut off the tiny lamp at the corner of his desk and turned to give Miss Grant a thank you. What he saw stopped him in his tracks. Cat Grant had poured her own two fingers of scotch. He clutched the strap of his messenger bag and watched as she downed it at once, poured two more and leaned her hands heavily against the bar, letting her head drop forward. She couldn’t see him lingering through the curtain of blonde curls, so he turned quickly on his heels and left before she caught him staring. The next evening, after a fraught day of avoiding Kara’s eye contact and trying to look busy even though he couldn’t concentrate on anything, he heard Kara attempt a cheery “Bye Winn,” before heading to the elevators. There was no mirth in her voice though. It came out flat and dull and sad and it reminded him that she was probably hurting too. He had tried, no less than half a dozen times that day, to approach her desk and apologize in some grand fashion, but each time his embarrassment and fear and that frustrating anger stopped him. He knew she wasn’t obligated to like him and he was angry that he couldn’t let that be enough. When the elevator doors closed on Kara, he leaned forward and thumped his head against his keyboard, sending the screens into flashing chaos and causing a high-pitched whine to come from the speakers on his computer. The thump of the whiskey tumbler made him pop his head up where Cat Grant peered down at him like an avenging angel. “Romantic Entanglement is not a valid reason to destroy company property, Winslow. Now, drink up.”

“I don’t think I should, Miss Grant. I’ll stick to beer. That stuff is…”

“More per glass than your monthly cardigan budget.” She smiled and lifted her own glass to her lips.

Winn took a pull, careful not to drink the entire glass. He let out one healthy cough and clinked his glass against Cat’s before taking another tiny sip. He indulged himself in a tiny moment of surrealism at drinking bourbon with Cat Grant at work.

“That’s more like it. You’ll get used to it.” She leaned against his desk just as she had the night before. “Did you talk to her today?”

Winn shook his head. “I wanted to. I’m humiliated.” He sipped again and leaned his elbows on his knees. He pondered for a second on how much to reveal, but there was something about the way Cat could pull the truth from people that made him want to confide in her. He pressed on. “What you don’t know, is that I kissed her. Now every time she looks at me, that’s all she’ll remember. God I’m such an idiot.”

Cat rolled her eyes. “Oh Winslow. Would you really want to start some rushed love affair, only to find out later that the two of you have nothing in common beyond cardigans and capes?”

Winn shrugged. “It might have been nice to try.”

Cat polished off her scotch and sauntered back into her office to refill at the bar, talking to Winn over her shoulder all the way. “Take it from someone who’s been there. There’s more heartache in the ‘try’ than in the ‘what if’.”

The scotch had begun to go to Winn’s head so he didn’t think twice about following Cat toward her office. He leaned against the glass doorjamb and waited for permission to enter. “C’mon, Miss Grant. Who wouldn’t want you?” His eyes went impossibly wide and he drained his glass and held in his cough.

Cat laughed openly. “Nobody, silly boy, well, except Idris Elba, I suppose. His loss.” She crossed to her sofa and sat, gesturing to the seat across from her as an invitation. Winn sat as Cat continued. “My ex-wife was my best friend for years. She was beautiful, charming, brilliant and she adored my son. On paper,” Cat sipped and leaned forward, her focus entirely on the amber liquid in her glass, “she was flawless.” Cat’s fingers were turning the glass in her hand, almost as though she’d forgotten Winn was there.

“But?” Winn was genuinely curious, but the sadness in Cat’s eyes was unfamiliar. Something in him was compelling him to reach out, even if he got his hand bitten in the process.

“But when she kissed me after years of being friends, I… felt nothing. No spark, no… chemistry.” They both smiled at the joke and sipped in tandem. It was well-known that Cat’s very public last marriage was to a Nobel Prize-winning chemist. “But she was stable and loving and I wanted that for Carter. So, I kept up the relationship… for far longer than either of us deserved…” Winn met her eyes, which were shining with tears. “And now… we can’t even be in the same room together.” Her eyes went steely and she slid forward to lay her hand over Winn’s on his rocks glass. “You don’t want to lose her friendship, Winslow. I promise, the gift she’s offering you is far more precious than the one you’re reaching for.”

Winn sighed. She was right, of course. And it would be up to Winn to reach out. He resolved then and there to do just that. “Thanks, Miss Grant. I can see now why Kara turns to you. It really might be your superpower.”

Cat smiled a bit sadly. “Carter’s home this week. I need to go.”

“Yeah! Oh my god, yeah. Of course. Sorry. Sorry.” He took her glass from her and crossed to set them on the bar. “I’m gone. Thanks for the… gasoline… again.”

“Goodnight, Winslow.”

Winn stopped and found a final bit of courage before he exited the office. “Miss Grant?”

Cat looked up from where she was putting her tablet into her oversized handbag.

“Why do you call me Winslow?”

“It’s your name, isn’t it?”

Winn shrugged. “Well, yeah, but you never knew it before and you called me Toyman Jr. when my dad…” he trailed off, not quite trusting his voice and absolutely refusing to cry in front of Cat Grant. “You don’t even call Kara by her name. I know you know it.”

Cat slung her bag over her elbow and crossed the room, prepared to leave. “I’ve watched you, these past few days, face down the man who gave you that name, conquer your fear of it. You are not him, Winslow..” She raised her eyebrows at him. “Don’t get used to hearing it in a full bullpen,” she said with a point of her finger.

Winn was still feeling brave. Later, after Cat scratched his eyes out for his impertinence, he would blame the scotch. “What about Kara? Why don’t you call her by her name?”

Cat sighed and leaned against the doorjamb across from Winn, crossing her arms. “Kara… has much to learn about her own legacy. I watched her cousin learn how to do this in Metropolis. She’ll get there. Help her as much as you can.” She gave Winn an affectionate pat on his shoulder and made her way to the elevator, leaving him alone in a stunned silence.

Winn’s heart dropped as Kara left Cat’s office that evening. She didn’t just look on the verge of tears. She looked like her entire world had shattered. He rushed to her desk as she began shoving things in her purse. “Kara, what happened?”

“Nothing, Winn. I’m fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He cut her off on her way to the elevators. “You sure? You don’t look fine. We could do a milkshake and french fries night?”

Kara shook her head and he knew instantly she wasn’t interested in company. “Not tonight, Winn. I’m just gonna patrol for a bit and hit the hay.” She managed a small smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He stepped aside and watched her until the elevator door closed behind her. He spun around to look into Cat’s office and was met with steely eyes behind distinctive reading glasses that were fixed on a spot over his shoulder. It occurred to him that she, too, had watched Kara walk away and he now recognized that rare pain hiding behind her wall of bravado. His heart gave a compassionate little thump and he was struck with a brilliant, stupid idea.

A couple minutes of rummaging through his desk drawers produced a family size package of Red Vines and his old PS3. He tapped on the glass with a knuckle and took Cat’s annoyed eyeroll as permission to enter her domain.

“I know you use my office as a rec room when I’m away, Winslow. Up until now you’ve at least had the good sense to wait until I’m out of the building first.”

His first instinct was denial. “What? Miss Grant. I don’t… I haven’t… Alright, that happened once, with Carter, but it was a special circumstance.”

Cat removed her glasses and sighed in exasperation. “What do you want, Witt?

The incorrect name almost had him fleeing back to his own desk, but he remembered how comforting it was for someone just to notice when he was hurting, so he dug up his spare courage and strode forward. “I won’t ask what happened with Kara just now, but, I think it may be my turn to help you work through some heartache.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Kiera and I had a disagreement. She’s lucky I didn’t fire her.” The glasses went back on and Cat turned back to her work. She waved him off. “Run along.”

“I will. I promise, but first…” He crossed to her desk and laid the package of Red Vines next to her arm. He pulled one out and held it in front of her face. “Just have one.” She looked at him with something very much like murder in her eyes, but he found, oddly, that he wasn’t afraid. “You have scotch… I have Red Vines.” Cat took a bite from the candy almost in defiance and peered up at him with that same murderous glare.

Winn sprung back into action. As he spoke he began setting up the game console to project on the screens behind Cat’s desk. “Now, I also find that killing zombies is also very therapeutic and since zombies are not real… yet… we have,” he held up his favorite stress relief game, “The Walking Dead.” Cat didn’t speak as he ran through the buttons and actions in a brief crash course. When he was finished, he laid the controller next to the Red Vines and stood back, shoving his hands in the back pockets of his pants. “Okay. I’ll go now, Miss Grant. See you tomorrow.”

Winn left the office and grabbed his bag from his desk. When he was halfway across the bullpen, Cat’s voice finally rang out on the empty floor. “Winslow.” He turned to face her and was struck by the sad smile on her face. “Thank you.”

Winn clutched the strap of his bag and left.

Winn had spent the last few hours of his day in the server room in the basement, making changes and updates. Time passed oddly in the windowless, climate controlled room, lined with electronics. He hadn’t realized how late it was and by the time he exited the elevator on the 40th floor, the bullpen was empty and the only light was coming from Cat’s office.

Her screens weren’t filled with the usual newsfeeds and constant barrage of voices. Instead, as Winn approached his own desk, he realized that the images on the screens were that of his Walking Dead video game.

“Come on you undead bastards, come at me.” Three zombies died onscreen in rapid succession. Winn grinned to himself and collected his Red Vines from the stash in his desk.

He made his way silently to one of the chairs in front of the desk and watched in amused admiration for a few minutes. She was a natural. He couldn’t suppress a chuckle and at the sound, Cat jumped and whipped around to face him. Her face darkened and he held out the candy as a peace offering. She grabbed one length of candy and turned back to her game, hardly even acknowledging his presence.

Emboldened by his past exchanges with Cat, buoyed by his recent reconciliation with Kara and a need to explain Kara’s odd behavior the other day, Winn spoke first.

“It wasn’t her, y’know. The other day. When she was acting so weird. She can’t ever know that I told you this, but it wasn’t her.”

Cat pursed her lips and put down another half dozen walkers. “And I suppose you were an accomplice in that particular deception.”

“She was sick. We… thought you’d fire her. And, Miss Grant.... Kara loves this job. She needs it.”

Cat gave a ladylike snort and began slamming the controller buttons with unnecessary force.

In the following minutes, Winn would question both his sanity and his will to live, but the look on Kara’s face when she met her replacement and the sag in her shoulders when she was dismissed from work early that afternoon gave him a superhero’s courage. He cleared his throat and prepared for his demise. “You didn’t need to hire Siobhan.”

“And you don’t need to spend your entire day staring at her, but here we are.”

“What? I don’t… stare… Miss Grant. I just… don’t trust her, so I’m keeping an eye on her. That’s all…” He trailed off. He knew that excuse wouldn’t fly.

“Good night, Winslow.” Cat took another Red Vine from the package and returned to her game.

When Max Lord had said that it was Kara herself that threw Cat from her balcony, his heart sank to his feet and he forgot to breathe.

“Miss Grant’s dead?” He could hardly get the words out.

“No, Cat’s fine, she has nine lives.” Max’s bravado incensed him and as soon as he was able, Winn raced back into the city to find Cat, shaken but strong, sipping bourbon in her office. She was standing at the open door to her balcony, just inside as though willing herself to step out.

“Miss Grant!” Winn ran across her office and swept her into a surprise hug before Cat could protest. “I’m really glad you’re not dead,” he whispered into her shoulder.

Cat patted him on the back awkwardly. “Yes, well. I’m alright. Chin up, Winslow. I need your help.” She pulled him back and gave him a squeeze on his shoulder with her free hand. She handed him the bourbon in her other. “Find your courage, dear boy. And find me a camera. I’m going live in an hour.”

Cat dabbed at an errant tear with her knuckle and avoided Winn’s watchful eyes. Winn gave her a couple of minutes on her own while he packed up the camera and poured her a drink from the bar. Something told him Red Vines weren’t going to cut it tonight.

Cat accepted the drink and sipped, still refusing to look directly at him. Winn leaned against the desk next to Cat’s chair, not unlike the way Cat had done the night he’d faced his own rejection by the woman that nearly killed Cat tonight. He laid his hand over Cat’s on the desk as she took another sip. “She’s sick.”

“That seems to be something of a pattern.”

Winn squeezed her fingers. “But they’re going to fix her.”

“I hope you’re right.”

A commotion on one of the screens behind the desk drew their attention and, hand still clasped together, they watched as Supergirl battled with her own city and family until she was taken down by a horrifying looking weapon. They couldn’t see her once the area was swarmed with agents. Cat clicked off the television, polished off her drink and patted Winn’s hand. “You should go. See if she needs you.”

“Are you sure you don’t need me?”

Cat smiled.. She stood and cupped his cheek affectionately. “Go. Winslow. I’ll be fine, I promise.” It was the interrupting ring of Winn’s cellphone that made the decision for him. “Chop chop,” Cat finished.

Winn gave her a wan smile and left the office.

When his head stopped splitting open and he was pretty sure his brain wasn’t going to ooze out of his ears any longer, he looked over to be sure James was okay. James gave him a little wave and smile and Winn opted for crawling into Cat’s office. He didn’t feel like he could trust his knees quite yet.

Cat was sitting on the floor with her back propped against the front of her sofa. She was taking long, cleansing breaths and still clutching her head.

Winn sat next to her but didn’t feel compelled to say anything.

After a quiet minute, a pair of enormous shoes crossed the plush carpet. Neither of them looked up, but they heard the sound of three drinks being poured. The shoes crossed back over to the sofa and James Olsen deposited a tumbler in each of their hands before lowering himself to the floor next to Winn. No words were said. None were needed. In tandem three hands brought drinks to lips and were lowered again simultaneously. The three of them stared straight ahead, sharing the silence. After another minute, without prior warning, Cat lowered her head slowly onto Winn’s steady shoulder. His heart warmed a bit and he tipped his head and laid his own head lightly atop hers.

“You’re leaving?” He didn’t mean to sound like a teenage boy, but his voice squeaked with emotion and he didn’t want to pretend like it hadn’t.

Cat sighed and sipped her drink, not leaving her spot overlooking her city. “What are you doing here, Winslow? You don’t work here anymore.”

“Don’t go.”

Cat chuckled. “You and Kara, I swear. Cardigans and melodrama all the way down.”

Winn shoved his hands into his pockets. “I know you probably don’t give as much value to our time together as I do, Miss Grant, but… that time is important to me. You’re my friend. And I’ll miss you.”

“Oh, Winn. Of course I value our friendship. But, I won’t be gone forever.” She stepped closer to him and reached out a hand to straighten his bowtie.” He could tell she was holding back tears. “I’ll need you to look after her for me.” Winn nodded and swallowed his own tears. “Don’t let her get maudlin or too angry or jaded. Keep her inspired and keep her kind.”

Winn leaned his elbows on the balustrade. “What makes you think I’m the right person for that job.”

“Because you,” Cat poked him in his bicep, “are inspired and kind. And of the people I’ve met in her life, you are the most likely candidate to stay that way through all of the things you all see every day.” Cat looked up at the stars above National City. “She has so much pain. She masks it, but it’s there. Don’t let her fall into it too deeply.”

Winn nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.” On an impulse, he pulled her into a hug and for the second time that day, Cat found herself with an armful of overly sentimental millennial. “You should tell her, you know,” Winn said as he pulled away. “How much you care about her. It wouldn’t be like it was with me. She adores you.”

Cat stood on tiptoes and pressed an affectionate kiss to Winn’s stubbly cheek. “Goodbye, Winslow.”

Winn brushed his cheek with his fingertips and smiled as he turned to go. “Bye, Cat.”

When James had left in his metal suit to keep fighting aliens, Cat looked around her ruined office before her eyes landed on Winn. “Is constantly being in danger of losing my life in a horrible way a typical side effect of knowing her, or are we just unlucky?”

Winn dug around in his messenger bag for a second and produced an almost full bag of Red Vines. He offered one to Cat. “Actually, I think it’s more a side effect of loving her, but… as I’m sure you’re aware… to know her is to love her.”

Cat accepted the candy and took a bite. “Indeed.” She tilted her head to the side. “So, Winslow, how long until you get a supersuit of your very own?”

Winn chuckled. “This is my supersuit, Miss Grant.”

“Well, you’re certainly a hero to me.” She sauntered to the bar. “Now, we’re taking a time out to have a drink before we head back to find the others, and you’re going to tell me all about this boyfriend of Kara’s.”

Winn rolled his eyes. “We’re gonna need a lot more booze.”

Winn stopped in Noonan’s after work. The DEO was working on cleaning up the city after the battle and all seemed to be quiet on the alien front since the Daxamite exodus. CatCo Plaza was between the DEO and his apartment and if he knew Kara, she’d be burning the midnight oil working on a follow-up to the invasion story.

Bag of sticky buns in one hand and tray of coffees in the other, he tapped twice on Kara’s office door and opened it before getting permission.

“Hey, Kara, thought you might need a break from Snapper-- Woah! Nope!” Winn was met with two surprised pairs of eyes. One, Kara’s bright, piercing blue, the other Cat’s cool, keen hazel. Both faces were pink and flushed. Cat sat on top of Kara’s pristine, white desk with her back to the door and between long slender legs stood Kara, mouth frozen open and fingers hastily pulling up the golden zipper that had previously been halfway down the back of Cat’s rose-colored dress. “I’ll… just… leave you alone and never ever enter this office again… ever.”

He slammed the door shut and dropped the bag and coffees on the floor just outside. “I’m going to leave these here… in case you get… hungry later?” He winced and banged his head against the doorjamb. “Shut up, Winn,” he said to himself.

As he turned to leave he heard Cat’s amused voice through the door. “I just refilled my bourbon. Help yourself!”

“Uh, yeah. Yep. I’m gonna go… take advantage of that.” He rubbed his hands over his face and barely heard Cat call back as he was walking away.”

“Good to see you, Winslow!”

#Winn x Cat Brotp #supercat #but just a little #bridge writes things

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totallynotalesbian1212 · 7 years

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Stars, pt 3

Part 1:https://adria121212.tumblr.com/post/163262011598/the-stars-pt-1 Part 2:https://adria121212.tumblr.com/post/163547679168/the-stars-pt-2 Sorry Idk how to link correctly but I worked really hard on this chapter so enjoy!

Maria found study club less productive than she’d hoped.

First, there was the fact that Alex and his friends continued to throw pretzel sticks at her head like middle schoolers. That, combined with Angelica muttering about student council, John nervously bouncing his leg, and Eliza sitting right in front of her with that distracting hair, it was near impossible to concentrate.

“Would you quit it?” Maria turned around and shot Alexander a glare, John finally noticing and muttering in agreement.

“Sheesh, no need to be a prick,“ Alex said, hands up in defense, “Hey, Eliza, what’cha studying?”

“With the way you’re acting, probably ways to turn down fuckboys,” Angelica retorted smoothly, suddenly standing next to Maria (John sweared she could teleport).

“Couldn’t resist the sound of my voice, Ange?” Alex was now flirting with both of the sisters at once, making Maria fume.

Suddenly, John looked up, eyes already apologizing for him “Shit, sorry, Mar, I gotta go. I didn’t realize how late it was getting. Sorry, I’ll call you if I can, okay.”

“John, it’s only 4:30,” Maria said, but John was already running out the door, in a hurry to get home.

“Hey, wait up pretty boy!” Alex ran out the door after him, Eliza breathing a sigh of relief.

“Usually people take a hint after being rejected by three people in the room already,” Angelica said before going back to her studying.

Alex grabbed John’s arm before he could hop on his bike and bolt. John just sighed and hoped the conversation would move fast. He was already running late.

“John, I need to talk to you,” Alex said, moving his fingers from John’s wrist to his hand.

“Make it quick, Alex.” John jerked his hand away, glaring at Alex before moving to unlock his bike. “I’m already late.”

“Fine, listen, I think we should get back together again. I know I messed up last time but I swear it won’t happen ever again. Plus, you and I are so compatible! It would-”

“Alex, what? Do you think I’m that easy?” John’s hands were shaking as he unlocked his bike. He couldn’t make that mistake again. “Well, the first time I asked you out-”

“The first time you asked me out, I was young and horny and lonely, and had no idea what you were like. Now I’m older and wiser, and I know what kind of person you are.”

“But-”

“I can’t, Lex, I just can’t.”

“Just think about it, okay?”

John didn’t answer as he hopped in his bike and rode off. He was already ten minutes late, and didn’t need another incident with his dad. Not to mention he couldn’t afford to fall for Alex again. That was a mistake he made one too many times. There was no way Alex had changed enough to make a difference.

He rode past the mini mart on the corner of his street, trying to push away the memories of him and Alex raiding the aisles, finding snacks to eat as they sat on his car in the parking lot and stargazed. Luckily he was almost home. He just hoped his father had been stuck in traffic, so he would have one less thing to worry about.

John finally arrived, parking his bike and getting inside as fast as possible, hoping his father wasn’t home yet. He took out his key and went into the house.

“You’re late, Jacky.” shit.

“I’m sorry Dad, I was at study club and I lost track of time, then one of my friends stopped me and-”

“Don’t talk back to me!” his father’s voice rose, making him flinch into the corner. His father stood and moved closer, blocking him in, bottle of whiskey still in hand. “I don’t need your stupid excuses.”

“i didn’t mean to-” John was cut off with a punch to the jaw, luckily with the hand that wasn’t holding a bottle of alcohol. He slumped back onto the floor, startled by the blow but not exactly surprised.

“Get up,” his father said, pulling him by the hair off the ground. John stood shakily, willing himself not to cry. That was another thing he couldn’t afford to do. He muttered a quick ‘yes sir’ before hurrying up the steps to check on his sisters.

“Martha? Mary?” John couldn’t help but notice the pain in his jaw. Great, another bruise to cover up.

“In my room,” Martha called from a room down the hall. John walked in, happy to see there were no new bruises on either of the girls.

“John! You’re home! Now you can help me with my reading homework!” Mary was the youngest of the three of them, only six years old. She was too young for this, for whatever their situation was.

“Wait, first I need advice from him.” Martha was the middle child, just starting middle school. She was strong, but she shouldn’t have had to be. “John, a boy likes me, but his girlfriend is Sara, and Sara doesn’t like me already. Now the boy is saying he’s going to break up with Sara to go out with me, which is making Sara’s friend Bree mad. What should I do?”

“Okay, Martha, tell Bree that you never told this boy to break up with Sara, and make sure the boy knows what he’s doing. Mary, what book do you have to read?”

“The cat in the hat,” Mary giggle, her freckles crinkling, “but I’m hungry. I ran out of the snacks you hid in my room, and Daddy said not to come downstairs again.”

John sighed before taking out his wallet and phone. “Okay, I guess I can call Maria and tell her to bring a pizza to my window. Then she can eat with us, and Mary can read to her.”

“Thanks, mom,” Martha said, making everyone laugh. As funny as it was, it was true. John mine as well have been their parent, with the care (or lack thereof) his father seemed to give.

Within the next hour, Maria was tapping on John’s second story window (thank the heavens for the roof of the garage next to his window, and Maria’s excellent climbing skills). John opened the window, calling Martha and Mary into his room.

“Pizza’s here!” Maria called, smiling and hugging John’s sisters. She loved visiting John’s house, despite having to climb through a window and having to be quiet most times. She looked over at John, quickly noticing the bruise on his jaw.

“John, your jaw, it’s-”

“It’s fine, Mar,” John laughed nervously, opening the pizza box and handing a slice to each of his sisters before telling them to run off to their rooms. “anyways, I’m sorry I had to bolt like that after school. I know being there alone with Alex sucks.”

“It’s fine, Alex and his gang left after you did anyways. Speaking of Alex, why did he follow you?” Maria decided prodding John about the new bruise wasn’t worth it and changed the topic quickly.

John tried to stifle a laugh before answering. “you’re not gonna believe this, but he actually asked me to go back out with him.”

“You’re kidding.” Maria let out a laugh herself, grabbing a slice of pizza and handing it to John before grabbing her own.

“I know, crazy, right?” John said, taking a bite, “the problem is, I found the offer kind of tempting.”

“Oh, you can’t John,” Maria said, tugging on a piece of his hair, “he broke your heart. You cried for a week straight.”

“I know, I know,” John sighed, shaking his head, “it’s just, before he cheated on me, he was a great boyfriend, and I feel so lonely now. I just want someone, you know?”

“You have me,” Maria said, a fake pout spreading across her lips.

“You know what I mean, like a date. Speaking of dates, how’s your thing with Eliza going?”

“It isn’t, that’s the problem,” she deadpanned, taking a rather aggressive bite of pizza, “I just wish I could work up the courage to talk to her. She’s just so nice and pretty, and I sat all through that study class trying to work up the nerve. I just couldn’t! And I don’t even know if she likes girls!”

“From the way she blushes at you, I’m pretty sure she likes girls.” John rubbed Maria’s shoulder lovingly. “And I’m sure you’ll work up the courage eventually. You just have to wait for the right moment.”

“With my luck, the right time will be on my death bed.”

“Hey, we may be unlucky, but at least we have each other.”

“Always.”

John and Maria are my brotp forever. Anyways enjoy and I’ll try to get then next chapter out sooner! Thanks for the support!

#hamilton #marliza #stars #maria reynolds #eliza schuyler #alexander hamilton #lams #john laurens #enjoy bc i worked hard on it #this will be slow burn btw i'm trying to pace myself

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repairboyvaldez · 7 years

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-ˏˋ tag games! ˎˊ-

i was tagged by @oriionblack tysm habiba!!

tagging: @aphrcditic @books-tears-and-chocolate @atlantus @daughterofthemyscira @thlestrals

marvel or dc: man idk i dont read the comics or have much interest in movies

favorite of the silver trio (luna, neville, ginny)? shit IM DEAD i love them all but luna is my child i will protect her

favourite of the fantastic quartet? queenie my girl has my heart

otp: uHM are u asking for my death bc this is almost equivalent jily, kagehina, solangelo UGH I CANT CHOOSE WHY

notp: anything with snape and dumbles

brotp: why are all these so hard ugh liper?? i guess??

hinny or linny? linny af

patil or weasley twins? weasley twins @fredandgeorgenet AYYY

dursleys or malfoys? if this is about which i hate more then the fucking dursleys they deserve a goddamn wand embedded in their asscrack for eternity

favourite hp book? prisoner of azkaban

favourite hp movie? poa bc poa harry had goddamn good harry hair and mboy f i n a l l y had some semblance of happiness before snape fucking crushed it im going to crush snapes skull under my heel

favourite musical? i dont think ive ever watched a musical but i really desperately want to see the lightning thief musical SHRIEK

tea or coffee? neither but if i had to then coffee

favourite movie? pacific rim or ripd for some reason

favourite band/artist? bts im just going to go find a corner to cry in why do u make me choose things i cant even choose which pen i want to write essays with

favourite book series? id say hoo for my baby leo and the start of my gay children solangelo but daughter of smoke and bone deserves more love so dosab

favourite stand alone book? percy jackson’s greek gods

favourite youtuber? danandphilgames (do u see me trying to sneak in two youtubers instead of one)

celebrity crush? none

fictional death you’re not over?

snape. he deserved worse

@xinhuas IM SHRIEKING I HAD TO LEAVE YOURS IN bc SAAAAAME

favourite tv show? i dont even have time to watch the news i cry does miraculous ladybug count

book you loved as a child? hp series i finished it in two weeks when i was 10

cats or dogs? im going to be a crazy cat lady just watch and wait for me in 10 years

#about me #people want to know about u ashley ha ha

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chuck, fabien, charlie, eph, pest, callum

CHUCK.

1: sexuality head canon:As much as Chuck has a pretty fluid sexuality, and I believe he’s pretty bisexual, he is just so fucking gay that it hurts. Also, let’s be real, the boy is EphraimSexual.

2: otp:Chuck/Ephraim & Chuck/Tracy & Chuck/Bradley

3: brotp:Tom, Eph, Tracy, and I feel like one day Ryan could be added to this list(imagine if I could put Aidan *swoons*)

4: notp:Chuck/anyone not Eph or Tracy or Bradley

5: first head canon that pops into my head:Chuck was the kid who secretly liked drawing dicks on everything.Everything. He didn’t know why he was so obsessed with it.He just needed to draw them all the time, because dicks. 6: one way in which I relate to this character:I, too, think that Bradley is disgustingly pretty & want him to bone me.I, too, would take enjoyment out of watching Eph work up a sweat.I, too, have high levels of anxiety & paralyzing self doubt & hate myself.7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character:The box. Fuck you, DD.

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?PROBLEMATIC CINNAMON TOAST. Bye.

FABIEN.

1: sexuality head canon:When it comes to Fabien’s sexuality, I’m not exactly sure? I don’t even know if Famine knows for sure? I think that, in terms of interests of course, that he’s…. like, I really see Fabien on the aro/ace spectrum of things, while also being demisexual in some aspects, if not completely. His sexuality, for me, is complicated in the same way if you were to ask me about Bradley’s - because even though I know that Bradley is gay, it’s still complicated for Bradley himself. The same way Warren’s sexuality is complicated, and even Prestyn’s. It’s all stemming from the things they endured & encountered while growing up with Thierry, you know? And then any & all outside experiences. So yeah, I’d say he falls under the aro/ace umbrella, while being demisexual, but with no real indicators on gender preference (I’m leaning toward polysexual).

2: otp:Bradley/Fabien & David/Fabien.

3: brotp:FABIEN HAS FRIENDS? Tbh, I’d go with Bradley/Fabien or even Ryan/Fabien in the future, and then there’s David/Fabien, whoops. Though, that could change because YOU’D HAVE TO TALK TO ERIN NOW ABOUT THAT HAHAhAHAHAahahahaa ha aha hahahaahahha. I do believe there’s an alternate timeline out there where Fabien & Tracy are bros, though.

4: notp:Fabien/Drugs. Ariane/Fabien.Fabien/Rehab.

5: first head canon that pops into my head:He couldn’t say Bradley’s name for the longest time and would call him either “Baldy” or “Badly.”

6: one way in which I relate to this character:I’m not willing to explain this one :) but I can deeply relate to him. Also, eating disorder(s) buddies.

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character:That time he did the thing with David tied to the bed.I enjoyed it, I died.But I also died. 8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?Druggomatic Fave.

CHARLIE.

1: sexuality head canon:I believe Charlie is “whatever the fuck I feel like” in terms of sexuality, but leans mostly toward being straight. Kind of like how Tracy is “strictly dickly” but also loves ladies, except Charlie doesn’t “love ladies.” I don’t know, I don’t know how to explain what I’m thinking. Like, I wouldn’t go so far as to say she’s straight, even though I’m ninety percent sure it’s been said that she’s straight. To be honest, I think it’s hard for me, personally, to ever actually sit back & say that someone, 100%, is straight.

2: otp:Tom/Charlie

3: brotp:Tony & Tom & Chet, tbh (with a side of Ephraim)

4: notp:ANYONE THAT ISN’T TOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(mayBE tony in a deep/dark corner of mind, SHUT UP)

5: first head canon that pops into my head:I am pretty sure we’ve discussed this, or that it’s in the head canons for one of them, or both, but I’ve always firmly believed that Charlie would end up taking & wearing Tony’s shirts, and Tony always let her because he didn’t give a flying fuck. He loves his baby sis, and if she wants to steal one of his damn shirts, tie one of his flannels around her waist, etc? He fucking loved it. He thought it was great. The second part of this thought though, is that Charlie did this even more heavily when Tony went to prison & she realized he wasn’t going to be getting out any time soon. She didn’t wear them out as much, it was more so around the house. She’d wear one until the smell was gone, & then she’d move onto the next, using them to sleep in. It kept her close to him, and yeah, maybe it was dumb, but it was almost like she wasn’t letting him be alone in there, and that she wasn’t without him outside. God, that’s so sad why am I like this?

6: one way in which I relate to this character:I, too, took care of my family & had to unfairly grow up young. I, too, watched my brother go to prison more than once.I, too, watched my brother struggle with depression & suicide.

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character:There’s actually nothing coming to mind, but that doesn’t mean there’s nothing.

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?Sinful Cinnamon Bun.

EPHRAIM.

1: sexuality head canon:He’s very much pansexual, and is actually heavily demiromantic. I mean, really, he’s also incredibly demisexual, but he feels obligated (when not in a relationship) to be a sexual person, so he ends up being sexual despite his discomfort. Good thing he doesn’t have to worry about that anymore! Isn’t this just such a happy head canon!

2: otp:Eph/Chuck & Eph/Gavin & Eph/Charlie.(Eph/Chuck/Bradley, inevitably).

3: brotp:Gavin (and Charlie, to an extent).

4: notp:Eph/Neil.

5: first head canon that pops into my head:He was always an antisocial guy, but it didn’t really come into play just how antisocial he could be until his dad lost the money. He was always working under obligation to make these social appearances, and couldn’t understand some of the looks certain parents would give him (because certain people would have actually known that Eph’s father was an irresponsible gambler). So, when his father lost everything, Ephraim just backed off from everything entirely because there was no longer that feeling of obligation to being a person in front of other people (even though he had that obligation his family).

6: one way in which I relate to this character:I, too, can be incredibly gay for Gavin. I, too, am horrible at talking about my Level 12 Tragic Back Story.

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character:His dog is named OODLES, for crying out loud!!!!!!!

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?FUCK OFF. EPHRAIM IS A CINNAMON ROLL & I’LL FUCKING FIGHT YOU.

PRESTYN.

1: sexuality head canon:Prestyn seems pretty fucking bisexual to me, I don’t know, man.

2: otp:I DON’T HAVE ONE, ACTUALLY!(I do, but it doesn’t make any sense, bye)

3: brotp:Sage.

4: notp:Prestyn/Bradley, lmao. Outside of the OBVIOUS reason, this is because they are just a very toxic thing because Prestyn, without meaning to, has used Bradley, and it just leaves such a bad taste in Bradley’s mouth, especially when he tried to express that to him (not in the best way, but yeah) and it wasn’t dealt with the best by Prestyn. Which makes sense, but it’s a tricky & complicated situation & it makes me sad as fuck, man.

5: first head canon that pops into my head:Prestyn acts oblivious to the things surrounding his brothers, almost naive to it all, but he’s really not. He knows, even if he wishes he didn’t know. He doesn’t have the confirmation, can’t really place the alarming images inside his head from when he was an toddler. The nightmares are broken, but sometimes he plays it down to just that; nightmares. If it was all just a nightmare, then he doesn’t have to face the reality & gravity of what has happened to both Bradley & Fabien.

6: one way in which I relate to this character:I, too, am the youngest.I, too, fucked my brother’s best friend.

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character:Anytime he tries to dirty talk, because he’s just….. IT’S JUST SO FUNNY?

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?PROBLEMATIC FAVE, AS OF LATE!

CALLUM.

1: sexuality head canon:He’s asexual & aromantic,but the version of himself that he presents to the public is a totally different person. Someone sexual, if not hypersexual, as well as someone who is actively seeking out a relationship (without ever actually committing to one). He goes on dates, but he never settles (because it’s not something he actually wants).

2: otp:I mean, if anything, it’d be Callum/Matt, but I don’t really have an otp for this asshole.

3: brotp:Matt.

4: notp:see also: Callum/Matt.(tentatively Anna)

5: first head canon that pops into my head:There’s a part of Callum that believes he’s going to have to kill Matt in the future, only because there is no real purpose for that boy (in Callum’s eyes). He keeps him around for fun, but that fun isn’t always clear & evident. One day, Matt will have to be disposed of because, in reality, Callum doesn’t actually need him. Matt is disposable, expendable. He doesn’t need the guy, and he does find him to be quite the burden on the odd occasion - even if there’s a part of him, way down inside himself, that could almost care about him.

6: one way in which I relate to this character:The only way I kind of relate to this narcissistic piece of shit is my ability to be a completely different person out of obligation when in a social environment.

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character:NOTHING (yet).

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?PROBLEMATIC. Not a fave, but he might become one in the future.

#lizzy don't look #misc: role playing #gordonwalkr #asks #THIS TOOK ME SO DAMN LONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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