#Update: My husband has cheated on me yet again and he had a son but killed him even though i warned him that it was his son

[emyn-arnens]

End of Year Fic Recs

Tagged by @grey-gazania @thescrapwitch @dreamingthroughthenoise—thank you!

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies).

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Oneshots

I'm cheating and doing 10 oneshots because I haven't had the spoons for reading longfics the past couple years. Hoping to change that this next year!

The Aching by @searchingforserendipity25 (G, Maedhros & Celegorm & Curufin, <1k). Maedhros in the aftermath of Finrod's death. Seren wrote this for me, and I have so much love for this exploration of Maedhros' grief over his cousin's death.

A Missive in all Goodwill by @actual-bill-potts (G, Finrod, Galadriel, and Thingol, 3.3k). Finrod tries to forestall the growing tensions in Doriath and Nargothrond. It's devastating. I love it.

Bitter Was Their Parting by @dreamingthroughthenoise (G, Arwen & Elrond, 2.2k). Arwen and Elrond bid each other farewell for the last time. Alantie wrote this for me earlier this year, and I'm still not over it.

Elegies Unwritten by nonisland (T, Éowyn & Merry, <1k). Éowyn and Merry on the road to Pelennor Fields. Éowyn and Merry's relationship is one of my favorite LOTR friendships, and this fic depicts it so well.

For One Year, One Day, of the Flame by @cuarthol (T, Aegnor/Andreth, 1.8k). A beautiful fix-it fic for these two, featuring an older Andreth and an Aegnor who is every bit in love with her as he was when she was young.

Things Yet to Be by @polutrope (G, Finrod & Turgon, 1.4k). Polutrope wrote this for me as a gift, and I love this glimpse of how Finrod wrestled with his foresight even as a child. It's also a very sweet look at Finrod and Turgon's relationship as children.

Threads by @slightnettles (G, Finduilas & Orodreth's wife & Edhellos, 1k). A wonderful depiction of Finduilas' foresight and her relationship with her mother and Edhellos.

Too Burdened to Fly by @hobbitwrangler (G, Finduilas of Dol Amroth, 3k). A beautiful exploration of Finduilas' thoughts in her final moments. It wrecked me in the best way.

What Lies Beyond the End by @melestasflight (G, Maglor, <1k). A beautiful depiction of Maglor casting away his Silmaril and choosing to live, with absolutely stunning imagery.

your veins are empty of dust by @echo-bleu (G, Nerdanel, Anairë, Eärwen, Finrod, and Maglor, 1.7k). An absolutely devastating exploration of Nerdanel's grief as she receives news of her husband's and sons' deaths, as well as those of Anairë's and Eärwen's children.

Oldies

Across the Gulf by Antiheld (T, Aegnor/Andreth, 3.1k). Andreth visits Aegnor one last time. One of my favorite fics ever; I've probably contributed to half of its hits.

A Few Good Years to Spend by @verecunda (G, Aegnor/Andreth, 4.8k). A beautifully written Aegnor/Andreth fix-it fic with the happy ending they deserve. I love it to pieces.

The Courtship of Lady Éowyn by @starry-mantle (T, Éowyn/Faramir, Merry, and all the rest of the hobbits, 7k). If you've followed me for any length of time, you've probably seen me rec this fic again and again, and it's because I can't get enough of it. Perfect characterizations all around.

Nine Fingers by Prackspoor (G, Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin, 6.3k). Wonderfully chilling fic featuring Frodo and his friends on their return to the Shire and a mysterious stranger they encounter upon the outskirts of the Barrow-downs. It has some of the best slow-build horror I've ever read in a fic.

The Swallow by rhymer23 (G, Merry & Pippin & Éomer, 4.3k). Very touching and moving depiction of Merry and Pippin's final journey to Rohan to visit Éomer on his deathbed. A delicate, deft portrayal of aging and mortality.

Mine

As the Hare Flees Before the Wolf (T, Celegorm & Eöl, 1.8k). Curufin is not the only son of Fëanor Eöl meets upon the plains of Himlad.

in the hills of dorthonion (G, Aegnor/Andreth, 4.1k). The first meeting of Aegnor and Andreth and the beginning of their relationship.

Over Seas of Starlight (G, Frodo & Gandalf, 3.7k). On the journey West, Frodo discovers Gandalf's true nature and learns of the country that will soon be his home.

West, West Away (G, Sam & Thranduil, 3.6k). Sam meets an unlikely kindred spirit on the journey West.

when the cold wind rolls in from the north (G, Andreth, 1k). As the Bragollach rages, Andreth waits.

I'm late to this and can't remember who's already done this, so I tag everyone who's been tagged here and hasn't done this yet.

#the silmarillion #lotr #fic recs #tag games #.txt

[thebobby1432world]

#BadeAchheLagteHain2 #BadeAchheLagteHain29thMarch2023WrittenEpisodeUpdate #BadeAchheLagteHain2todayepisode

[raionmimi]

oh whats ur thoughts about cu and emer flirting in riddles the first time they met

I guess it’s interesting? Aife, Emer, and others I have no emotional attachment to because they have little to nothing to do with Medb that if they do cross my mind, it’s just to think of something Cú has done and may not even have to do with them directly so to speak. They’re just kinda there as far as I’m concerned, so not exactly the best person to ask

The only non-Medb specific character I’ve thought about regularly is Connla and occasionally Ferdiad. This is only because on some level, I inexplicably find interest in shitty movies with someone getting famous but loses sight of what’s important and start doing coke lines in the bathroom or whatever. And then just add killing your son and best friend/lover for the whole shebang

#Myth Cu is actually a bastard that i would expect to read about in a long winded R/Relationship Post #and while extremely entertaining because youd refuse to believe a boyfriend/husband/lover could ever be that shitty #I would definitely comment Wow pls love urself and dump this man #My (20 something f) husband (17m) killed my dad by shoving him out the window because he didnt want us to get married... what should i do #Update: My husband cheated on me and almost got married to someone else but the girl felt bad because i ugly cried so she wiped our memory #Update: My husband has cheated on me yet again and he had a son but killed him even though i warned him that it was his son #Its not a good flavor of drama #This is why i dont actually ship Myth cu and medb; like i do use them as an in-universe past but i focus in friendship and betrayal #Fate Cu has no regrets so questionable in nature but type moon said U-Um hes a bro tho and i cannot argue with them on that #and even tho they always like to say Servants dont change; they 100% do TM i see u breaking ur fuckin rules all the time so i can too #but i like servant cu and medb slightly changing from their past #Im sorry this is deffo not what you expected but im legally obligated to bully Cu #Its 9am and i havent actually slept #catch me not understanding what i wrote when i wake up

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Coach (1)

Fandom: Dylan O'Brien

Pairing: AU Dylan x Fem!Reader

Mini series summary: Being a newly single mom of two kids wasn't exactly easy. And love wasn't exactly part of your agenda. So, should you avoid lusting over your son's baseball coach? Absolutely. But with a man like Dylan, could you really resist? Probably not.

Warnings: nothing major yet, small sexual innuendo, mentions of cheating and divorce

WC: 1.9k

A/N: a yes, to those who have been following me for a while may recognize this title, it's my old Dylan AU fic. Yes I decided to continue it. Updates will come periodically, because I write spontaneously and I cant guarantee quick updates. But I do promise I wont wait a whole year to update. And since I did some slight updates in the first 2 parts I decided to archive the old ones and repost them again. So yeah, if you've read them before great, give it another read, my writing is much better now I promise and if you're new welcome, I hope you like this mini series.

(You are here, part 2, part 3)

Dylan stood by the side of the large field, near the home plate, occasionally yelling out suggestions and pointing out mistakes to the young boys. 

"Ezra! You have to watch the ball! C'mon! I know you can do better!" He called out to the blonde boy standing on the home plate with a bat in hand. Dylan then turned his attention to the dark haired boy with the baseball mitt and ball in hand.

"Roman! What's going on, buddy? You gotta focus, alright? You gotta work on that throw!" Dylan called out to the young boy, who half nodded and sighed heavily in response.

Not long after, Dylan signaled the young boys scattered throughout the large field to gather around. He spoke some encouraging words to the boys before allowing them to disperse and gather their equipment which meant practice was over.

Your son, however, stayed behind for a minute. There was an inaudible conversation happening between Dylan and your ten year-old, Roman. You watched from the bleachers as your son made some tired gestures at his coach followed by a small pat on the back from Dylan. You couldn't help but follow them with your eyes as they made their way to the bleachers, your eyes lingering a bit too long on the brown haired coach. An action that wasn't taken lightly by the female sitting beside you.

"You're staring at him again." Your best friend, Ezra's mother, Eliza -or just Liz, commented.

"I'm not." You muttered out quickly, tearing your eyes away from the handsome coach, your mouth hanging open for a couple of seconds. "I wasn't staring." You stated matter of factly and shrugged as you looked down at the small six year-old sitting on your lap, making sure she wasn't paying attention to the conversation.

"Really? The drool coming from your mouth says otherwise." Liz playfully ran her finger across your chin, pretending to wipe away at it. You slightly glared at her, an eye roll going her way.

"I'm not drooling. I wasn't even staring." You tried to defend yourself, making a small sassy gesture to her.

"Hey, I don't blame you. If I wasn't married," she took a pause as she eyed Dylan as he removed his baseball hat to run a hand through his messy chocolate locks, you couldn't help but stare as well. "I'd jump on his bones any day."

"Hey, there's young ears present." You said quietly to Liz as not to disturb the young girl in your arms.

Despite your attempt not to, you couldn't help but allow your eyes to fall once again on the field, following the handsome male that was the topic of your conversation. You had to hide the infatuated sigh that left your lips at the sight of your son's coach running around the field, talking to the kids and picking up equipment.

"Well he is handsome, I'll give him that.." You admitted quietly, "and he's really good with the kids."

Your friend smirked slightly at your words and wiggled her eyebrows at you.

"I bet that's not the only thing he's really good at." She eyed you suggestively and slightly nudged at you with her shoulder, "You should find out what other things he's good at."

Your mouth instantly fell open and your eyes widened at the insinuation.

"Eliza! Oh, my god. Don't say that." You slightly shook your head to brush off the embarrassment and hid your face on your hands to cover the crimson on your skin.

"Mommy you're warm!" Athena, your six year-old giggled as she grabbed your warm, sweaty hands. Even your daughter noticed the nervousness that crept up on you when it came to Dylan, even if it was just the topic of him. Truth was, you had been shamelessly crushing on your son's baseball coach ever since he joined the team a couple of months ago. 

Get it together, you should not be crushing on your son's baseball coach.

"I know baby, it's just hot out here." You tried to brush it off, but the knowing smirk on Liz's face wasn't exactly helping. "Thena, why don't you go get Roman and Ezra? They're over there." You pointed to the field where Roman and Ezra were talking —or more like just Ezra was, to the other kids on the team. She quickly nodded and bolted off the bleachers, somehow not tripping over the steps as she went down. You sighed heavily the moment the young girl was far enough and slightly turned your head in Liz's direction.

"You should totally ask him out." She said out of nowhere with a shrug and a smirk on her face. Your eyes widened for the hundredth time, and you instantly shook your head frantically, the idea alone giving you a headache.

"Ask Dylan out? No way. I.. No.. That's just.. No." Your cheeks slightly heat up at the preposition. But you quickly turned it down with a vigorous shake of your head, not even giving the idea a minute to sink into your brain. "No, he's Roman's coach. It's just wrong."

"Why? I mean, you're single, and as far as I know, he's very single. Soo," she dragged the 'o' as she wiggled her eyebrows and she nudged your shoulder, pushing you over a little in a high school girl manner, "Why not get ready to mingle with the hot coach?"

"First of all, I'm technically not single, not yet." You groaned with an eyeroll. As much as you and your husband —or ex-husband or whatever were no longer living together, the divorce process had been unnecessarily long and dreadful. So as much as you wanted to be legally single, you were still married to that piece of shit. 

"And second of all, if I were to date someone, which is a big if, I can't date Roman's coach out of all people. He already has enough as it is. It'll just confuse him and probably upset him more." You sighed heavily as you looked over to the side of the field, where all the boys were having a conversation about elementary boys' things. And there you saw your son, trying, and ultimately failing at joining said conversations. And with little Athena tugging at his side, all he got from the other kids was laughing and rejection.

Seeing your son's sad and hurt expression when the other boys laughed at him or even told him to go away broke your heart. You wanted him to be happy again. You wanted him to be the energetic and loving kid he was before your waste of a husband left. Ever since Ryan —your waste of a husband left, Roman hasn't been the same. 

For the past six or so months, he has been distant and seemingly unhappy. All he ever did was lock himself up in his room and play video games. He barely ever interacted with you and Athena anymore. He barely interacted with anyone, period. Once Ryan left, it was up to you to support your kids financially. Of course, their father still paid child support, but he sure as hell didn't pay your bills or everything you needed to spend on your children. Which meant you had to take him out of the fancy school he went to in order to still pay the monthly expenses of your home. And he just didn't quite fit in at school, especially now. 

So, you hoped that him joining the baseball team would change that, that it would help him open up again and that it would help him make new friends. But so far, it's worked just the opposite.

"So, I'm making dinner tonight. Do you want to come over with the kids and get drunk? Luke will watch over the kids." Liz spoke, interrupting your train of thought.

"That sounds a-mazing," you spoke in a song-like tune, a sigh of contentment leaving your lips. "But I can't. I told Roman I'd take him to that Italian place he likes."

"Tomorrow then. I'll have that Chardonnay you love so much waiting for you." She winked at you as you both stood up, ready to greet your children.

"Thank God for your alcohol stash." You joked, flinging your arms up in praise. 

You both laughed and smiled in your children's direction, but your smile dropped as your kids and Ezra approached you. Ezra was holding Athena's hand, while Roman walked behind them, with a certain heaviness on his step and an annoyed look on his face. And Athena had a small pout on her face.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Rome doesn't want to hold my hand!" Athena whined with a pout of her lower lip. She released Ezra's hand and exchanged it for your own. Ezra going to his own mom. While Roman simply stood there, with a hand stuffed into his pockets and the other messing with the strap of his bag, his gaze stuck on the ground.

"Roman, baby," you sighed softly, not wanting to give the poor kid a hard time. You understood he didn't exactly fit in, no matter how much he wanted to, and that upset him. You didn't want to add up to that. "Your sister just wanted you to hold her hand."

"She was embarrassing me.. I'm already the kid without a dad, I don't need to be the kid with an annoying  baby sister." He muttered, his gaze not once leaving the ground.

 His words were harsh, but lacked emotion. And it broke your heart. But as much as you wanted to tell him that it wasn't true, that he did have a dad, you'd be lying if you did. Ryan was already absent in your children's lives before the split, but at the same time he was there, and Roman felt as if he was. But now, his father really wasn't there, at all. And there was nothing you could do about it.

You sighed softly, gesturing your free hand out for him, "Roman, come here," a heavy sigh left the young boy's lips as he took a few steps closer, standing in front of you with his head hanging low and his eyes stuck to the ground. You used your hand to hold the side of his face, his eyes meeting with your own. "Baby, Thena just wanted to show you that she loves you. She didn't mean to embarrass you, right Thena?" You turned your attention to the small girl that hid behind your arm, her eyes glistening with tears.

The small girl sniffled and shook her head, "No.. I'm sorry Rome.. I won't do it ever again, I-I promise."

You exchanged looks between your children, your eyes finally landing on Roman as you waited for a response. You raised an eyebrow at him, your eyes speaking a silent 'and' to the boy. He eventually signed, almost too heavily, and nodded. 

"It's okay, I guess.. I don't really mind all that much." He half smiled, shrugging slightly.

Athena's expression quickly lightened, the small girl detached herself from your hand and hugged her older brother. And as much as he hated to admit it, he didn't mind the affection. He returned the hug and smiled, for a moment at least.

After a second or two, Roman slightly pushed Athena off him, signaling that that had been enough affection for a day. You breathed out softly, turning to look at Liz, who gave you a sympathetic smile in response. 

"Well my loves, off we go. Say goodbye to Auntie Liz and Ezra." Both your children did as you said. Athena hugging both of them, and Roman simply waving at them. Good enough.

And at last, you gave Liz a quick but tight hug, "I'll call you tomorrow." You said shortly before you grabbed a hold of your daughter's hand and your son's bag, and eventually parted ways.

Today was gonna be a long day.

《Here's an edited version of part 1. As always I hope y'all enjoyed it. I'm trying to get back into writing after a long year, hopefully this will help me get back on track. Let me know your thoughts. And let me know if you'd like to be added to my dylan/coach taglist which I do have》

#dylanobrien #dylan o brien #dylan obrien imagine #dylan obrien smut #dylan obrien fanfic #dylan obrien x reader #dylan obrien series #coach #coach series

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Pedro Pascal’s Characters

updated: 09/10/2021

Fic Ratings (read warnings in fic for details):

(G) General Audiences

(M) Mature

(E) Explicit: only suitable for adults

-> fake dating Drabbles with all the dude’s  <-

Home (M)

It’s been a long day year for Javi and all he wants is to go home.

Leave the light on (G)

Sleeping with the lights out seemed like a thing all the people do. So you told him how you struggled with it, after you almost fell asleep at a stake out he made sure you would feel safe from now on. 

switch (E)

When your new hot neighbor turned out to be no other than Javier Peña, the Agent that would join one of your Departments with you as his Superior, things should get a little more complicated. But somehow they didn’t…

Missing you (G)

A gala from the American embassy in Bogota lets you finally run in the man who you left without saying goodbye almost two years ago.

mix up (E)

A mix-up with the building's laundry was all it took to get what you always secretly wanted.

late night calls (E)

It all started with a phone call to the DEA office to tell Javier about the surgery of his father. You had insisted to take care of him after Chucho told you about the surgery. That you would fall in love with his son you had never met before? Just as surprising to you as it was to Javier. 

Night shift (E)

Meeting Javier during one of your nightshifts at the hospital turned into falling in love with him. But working different shifts can be challenging, yet you somehow make it work.

Whiskey, Cigarettes and Condoms (E)

You are working in a shop and your most interesting customer is the hot guy who buys XL Condoms every single week. Until he stopped.

Don't you want me (M)

6 years passed since Javier made the one decision he wished he could take back. What happens when he meets the one woman he ever truly loved?

Decisions (G)

You find your boyfriend cheating with one of your friends after getting home from work and call the person you always call when shit hits the fan.

Drabbles:

answering machine (G)

It's been two years since you heard Javier's voice. That didn't mean you weren't talking to him.

-> inevitable (series; M->E)

All your life you thought that there was no way the prophecy would come true. That was until you answered a distress call from a certain Mandalorian.

firsts (G)

Din knew it was the best for the kid to go with the Jedi. But on his way back to… he didn’t really know where, there was only one person he would allow to see how sad he really was. 

saved (G)

Being saved during a battle by a Mandalorian might have been faith for Alana and her little daughter Leila. 

my girl (E)

A Mandalorian crashing into your backyard and ruining your business might have been the best thing that ever happened to you.

Watch me (E)

You try to tease the Mandalorian after taking a skinny dip in the lake. He’s not having it.

drabbles:

one day (M)

One day you would get Din out of his armor to swim with you. Today you succeeded... partially

Happiness (G)

Din finds happiness. And his son finds his old armor.

prompts:

" I know we're not together but I might die today so I'm going to kiss you just in case there is no later" (G)

thots:

Din been jealous (E)

The baker’s daughter (E)

Mydra never thought she would end up in the local brothel, but after her father died, and she was too young to take over his business as the local baker, she found herself agreeing to what was proposed to her. So she lived at the local brothel, watching the girls and boys work, observing, until one day she finally would be ready to let one man be her first. That she would form somewhat of a friendship with the Prince of Dorne was as surprising to her as it was to him.

My flower (E)

Falling for the Prince of Dorne after he took you in, letting you work as his maid, was not something you (or him) planned. But when he found you sleeping in his bed, wearing his cloak, you were about to find out that maybe it wasn't just you who had fallen in love.

One step ahead (E)

When you took the job you knew that he might be there. Breaking up with him because of your ego was a mistake. But you were here to do your job. Weren’t you?

Drabbles:

caught (E)

It was a hot day in Sunspear. With the Martell family gone for travels, you wanted to sneak into the royal pool to cool down. Never thinking that maybe you weren't as alone as you thought.

and then the world stopped (E) Part 1 Part 2

Vic wasn’t unhappy when she moved with her husband to Washington D.C. She was happily married, had a new job as a teacher and was trying to get pregnant. But after a year of trying still nothing has happened. She didn’t know that just one accident of the nanny of one of the children in her class was about to change her whole life.

two lives (M)

Dave never planned to cheat on his wife. He never planned to fall in love with another woman. He never planned to live two separate lives. And he never planned to be attending the funeral of the love of his life after their mission went wrong.

second chance (G) (sequel to two lives)

7 months passed since Dave found out the woman he loved didn't die. Would she ever remember him?

disobedience (E)

Working as the babysitter for Dave York’s daughters came with all kinds of benefits. You didn’t mean to become one of those people. The typical cliche of the babysitter sleeping with the father of the kids you were watching but there was something about him you couldn’t stop thinking about. This is also how you found yourself at the only place he told you to not ever visit him, wearing nothing but a coat. The CIA offices.

private show (E)

Monica was struggling to give her two daughters everything they deserved. When Dave York walks into the Diner she worked in one night and offers her a job at his strip club, things begin to change…

Dance the night away (E)

He didn’t look like he could dance Salsa. But oh how wrong you were...

strictly professional (E)

AU: You were tired of handling your boss' affairs. Not because that wasn't part of your job. No. Because you wanted to be his affair. His only affair. And you had a plan for how to get there. Even if it meant blackmailing your boss Dave York.

unusual love(rs) (E)

When your husband Frankie proposed seeing other people while he’s gone for work you were hesitant at first. Until you found just how much he liked the idea of you with another man…

-> love(rs) (E)

Frankie is home and he hasn’t stopped thinking about the video you sent him. Now he wants to watch live. And participate.

found (G)

Dave and you had been friends for 20 years. You watched him get married to another woman and become a Dad, ignoring the constant heartbreak it was causing you cause you were in love with him. Four months after his death you receive a postcard with cordinates. What would you find?

to die for (G)

The man who broke your heart comes back to protect you from the man you were falling in love with.

one wish granted (G)

You could have wished that the man you had loved all your life finally would love you back. It was him granting the wishes after all. Instead, you wished you had never met him. That you really didn’t remember him maybe was the punishment Max deserved most.

Paris (G)

Maxwell Lord left after everything that happened with the Dreamstone. But a little part of you hoped you would see him again.

changes (G)

On your way to your last day at work before you start a new job you almost got ran over by a dog (and a boy). Thankfully a handsome stranger is there to help.

Neighbors (M)

After breaking up with your fiancé you find yourself moving back in with your brother and his daughter just outside of the city. Marcus Moreno is his neighbor and he really does take his neighborly duties to heart. Including taking care of mowing the lawn when your brother had to leave for work for a while.

Yes, Mr. Moreno (M)

With Missy moving out of the house to go to college Marcus felt more alone than ever before. When he met his daughters college roommate at a diner in the middle of the night he made a decision Missy could never find out about

-> Yes, Mr Moreno - The first time (E)

Marcus takes Alice home. She stays the night.

Going back home Masterlist (series)

Claire never thought she would be back in the town she grew up in. But after her fiancé broke off their engagement, leaving her 5 months pregnant and alone she found herself calling Frankie Morales in the middle of the night, one of her childhood friends who insisted that she booked the next flight out. Trying to fix her life with a little help from her friends she would find out soon that going back would be the best decision she ever made.

Distraction (G)

Meeting a single Dad on the plane back to the states was maybe just the distraction you needed to get over your fear of flying. 

Nap Time (E)

Sometimes you and Frankie just need to have some alone time when the kids are napping.

Drabbles

Guy’s night (M)

You let Frankie decide how he wants to end his guy's night...

throwback (G)

Teenage you had bn head over heels for Frankie Morales. What happens when when your best friend takes you out on a double bind date almost 20 years later and your date is no other than Frankie?

Friday's at Frankie's (G)

After a week gone for work you come home to Frankie and his daughter

drabble about Frankie taking care of you when you have cramps

-> Sunday Morning (M)

You wake up in Frankie’s arms on rare quiet Sunday morning.

prompts:

you're sick, and we can't kiss, and it's , fkn, torture (M)

Max Says... (E)

Max remembered your aniversary and planned a trip to New York City. You gifted him the one thing he always wanted. Allowing him to use his mind control on you.

#masterlist #fanfic #fanfiction #Pedro pascal #javier pena #din djarin #oberyn martell #dave york #maxwell lord #the mandalorian #Marcus moreno #frankie morales #max phillips

[navalcriminalimagines]

“Hi ma’am. Uh—I’m looking for Jethro Gibbs?” The 15 years old boy asked to Ellie Bishop. Who’s that kid? She’s never seen him before, or heard her boss talked about a teenager. And she doesn’t recall how it could be link to any case.

“You are?” She asked, intrigued.

“It’s—personal,” the teenager said. Now, she’s even more intrigued. If he had blue eyes, she’d have asked herself if he shared DNA with her boss.

“I’m gonna call him but I just need your name,” she said, grabbing her phone.

“Harry! What are you doing here, bud?” Gibbs approached the teenager and Harry immediately ran into his arms. Gibbs hugged him tight.

“Can I stay with you today?”

“I—“ Gibbs wanted to tell him that he was working. But he was the sad eyes on Harry’s face. The kid has been though a lot lately, he can’t tell him no. “Let him call your mum, okay?”

Gibbs stood aside the bullpen while he called you, Harry was right next to him and the rest of the team came back. Tony and McGee stood next to Ellie, following where her eyes were watching. “Who’s that kid?” Tony asked first.

“I was hoping you could tell me,” Bishop answered.

While on the phone, they saw their boss smiling. A real smile. And then he put his hands in Harry’s curly hair.

“Does Gibbs has a kid we don’t know about?” Tim asked.

“He has green eyes,” Bishop stated.

“So? Do I look like my father?” Tony said, without thinking. Tim and Ellie turned their heads to look at their coworker. “Yeah, bad example, but you get the point.”

Right after Tony’s sentence, Gibbs hang up. The three agents pretended to be occupied at their own desk. Their boss had his arm around Harry’s shoulders as they came back to the bullpen. “Harry is going to be our honorary agent for the day. This is Tim, Tony and Ellie,”

“Hi,” Harry shyly waved at them.

“Hello Honorary agent Harry,” Tony stood up to check the teenager’s hand. “And he is?” Tony asked his boss.

“None of your business,” Gibbs simply answered. Tony growled, unhappy about not having an answer. “Update,”

While the team updated Gibbs on the case and what they found, Harry stayed really close to the boss. Gibbs always had a protective and special warmth towards kids and teenagers, but there was something special there. Tony promised himself to find what was the relationship there, by the end of the day.

Abby knew Gibbs would entered her lab any minute, but he never expected him to come in with a very young special agent. “Abby, Harry. Harry, Abby. Lab tech,” Gibbs said, and both Harry and Abby waved at each other. “What you got, Abs?”

“Many questions,” she said, looking at the teenager’s green eyes.

“Unhappy look,” Harry whispered to her, looking at Gibbs that was standing right behind her, waiting for her report.

“We call it the Gibbs stare, here,” she quickly said, before telling her boss what we wanted to know.

Harry was impressed. We knew things about Gibbs’ job, just like he knows what yours, since you’re a cop too. But what Abby is doing is very impressive to him, he would love to her multiple questions. “Can I stay with her?” Harry asked Gibbs, as they were about to leave the lab.

Jethro definitely hates how weak he can be with Harry. “Okay but a few rules,” Abby and Harry listened carefully, “First, Abby, do not interrogate him. And do not show him weird things his mother can be mad about. And you, bud,” Gibbs took a few steps closer to Harry, “enjoy your day, okay? I’ll come get you for lunch,” Gibbs kissed Harry’s forehead and left.

Abby didn’t waste any time, “Okay, bud,”

“Nope. Only Jethro calls me that. I hate it, but it’s an habit now,”

“Fine. Who are you to my boss?”

“Stepson, I guess. I think?—I’m not sure. Jethro and mum has—“ Harry stopped in the middle on the sentence and turned around. “God, I thought he was standing behind,” he said.

“Does he do that outside of work, too?” Abby asked, super exciting about knowing personal things.

“Yeah, it’s like he has a detector every time we say his name,”

“Today’s going to be so fun!”

Harry has never been into sciences at school, he’s more into languages and literature, just like his father. But Abby Sciuto made it so fun that his curiosity was exploding. Pretty much like the experience he was doing. “What did I do wrong?” Harry said, frustrated about failing.

“You took this,” Abby said, showing a product, “instead of that,” she showed another product.

“Damn!” Harry said. And of course, Gibbs has entered the lab at the very same moment. He extended his hand to his stepson, “do we have to do it even when Joe’s not around?” Harry complained. “I’m not a kid anymore,”

“Fine, but don’t tell your mother. And—what happened here? A tornado?” Gibbs asked, looking at the mess.

“I’m definitely not good at sciences,”

“You just need a good teacher, sweetie,” Abby said. “You can come around when you need help, if your—stepdad is okay,” Abby grinned at Gibbs, happy to know that info.

“What happened in that lab—better stay in that lab,” Gibbs said, “Hungry, bud?”

Gibbs and Harry went to the diner for lunch. “Text your mum, Harry. She’s worried,”

“Dad broke up with Lindsay. He wants me to come back and live with him again,”

“Is that what you want?”

“No—yes—maybe. I don’t know,”

“Hey, whatever you want to do, your parents will agree to it. All they want is for you to be happy, wherever you are,”

“Even if it’s in Australia?” Gibbs looked at Harry, confused. Last he knew, your ex husband is living in California. “Dad had a job offer in Sydney, he said yes. And he’s leaving next month,”

“If you want to go with him, do it,”

“How would you feel about it, J?”

“It doesn’t mat—“

“It matters to me. You’ve been in my life for almost ten years now. At some points, you were more a dad to me than Dad was. And you’re my baby brother’s father. I care about you, and I care about what you think,”

This is typically what Gibbs doesn’t like. He hates that kind of conversation, he hates to let people know how he feels and what he thinks. But if someone deserves to know a little about it, it’s definitely Harry.

“For me, there’s no difference between you and your brother— Family’s more than DNA. It’s about people who care and take care of each other.”

“Stop with those sentences all made up! Tell me how you’d feel if I move to Australia,”

Gibbs chuckled. The shy little boy he met 8 years ago was now becoming a confident young man. “I’ll miss you, okay? Just like I missed when you left for California! Are you happy now?”

“No! I’ll be happy when you and mum stop acting like children, and finally give Joe a stable family,”

“Your mum and I are dysfunctional, but we work that way. Did Joe tell you something?”

“He’s 5 and he wants what any other 5 years old want; he wants to live with his mother and his father, 24/7. In the same household,”

“With his big brother too, right?”

“Yes, but that’s not the point,”

After a blank during which Gibbs intensely stared at Harry, “I didn’t see you grow up. I’m proud of the young man you’re becoming,”

Harry smiled, “Say it,”

“What?” Gibbs asked, his mouth full of his burger.

“You know it! Say it,”

“Nope,”

“Why? Why is it so hard?” Harry paused. “Look— it can be easy when it’s true. I love you, dad.”

Harry called Gibbs “dad” occasionally. Sometimes on purpose, sometimes not. Jethro remembered the first time he heard it from him and the first Joe said it. He felt the same for both. That’s how he knew there was so difference between his real son and his stepson. They are both his sons.

“I love you,” Gibbs mumbled, with French fries in his mouth.

“Didn’t understand. What did you say?”

Gibbs swallowed. “I love you, son! Okay? You happy? Can I eat in silence now?”

“Yes, you can,” Harry proudly smiled.

In the afternoon, Harry stayed with Gibbs until the agent had no choice but to go on a run for the case. Gibbs let his stepson with Ducky. The doc showed Harry around, avoiding the autopsy and corpses obviously. By the end of the day, Ducky and Harry were playing chess at Gibbs’ desk, waiting for everyone to come back. But when they heard the elevator opening, here you were, with Joe in your arms. The little boy got down and ran to his brother as soon as he saw him. You hugged your son tight. “How are you, baby?” You asked.

“I’m good mum,” he smiled and kissed you on the cheek. “I’m beating Ducky,”

“Not yet, young man,” Ducky stood and hugged you. “How’s my favorite Gibbs?” He asked to Joe, who was holding onto his brother like a koala bear.

“Say hi to Ducky, sweetheart,” you told your youngest son and the little boy waved at the doc. Ducky and Harry sat back in their chairs, Joe was still holding Harry and you sat on Jethro’s desk.

“Where’s J?” You asked.

“Followed a lead, he should be back soon,”

The four of you stayed together, talking about everything and nothing until the elevator opened again. This time, it was Gibbs with his team. As soon as Joe saw his dad, he jumped from his brother’s lap and ran into Gibbs’ arm. “Hey baby,”

Tony, Tim and Ellie were more confused than they were hours ago when they met Harry. Ducky couldn’t help but smiling big. Before anyone could say anything, Abby appeared with Jimmy in the bullpen. The entire team was there. “How’d it go?” She asked.

The team explained that it led to nowhere, and they had to go back to the beginning on that case. While they did that, Jethro stole you a quick kiss, and he whispered something in Harry’s ears. “Checkmate!” Your son told Ducky as he made his final move.

“That’s cheating,” Ducky said.

“Nope. Dad and I share one brain,”

When the word “dad” was heard in the bullpen, everyone stopped talking and turned like one man towards Gibbs and you. Your boyfriend laughed, and moved Joe on his back, “Hang on Monkey!” He said.

“Can we go to McDonald’s?” The little boy asked.

“Nope,” “yes!” Gibbs and you answered at the same time. Jethro looked at you, but you were looking at Harry with a smile. “Boys!” You said.

In a second, Joe was tickling his father in the neck, and Harry was searching for his car keys while you were holding his arms. When your oldest found the keys, he handed them to you and the three of you ran to the elevator. “Team work!” You high five the boys.

Gibbs’ team was looking at him, more confused than they have never been in their life. Their boss laughed and walked towards the elevator and his family, “Good night everyone!”

#leroy jethro gibbs x reader #jethro gibbs imagine #jethro gibbs #jethro gibbs x reader #gibbs #gibbs x reader #ncis reader insert #ncis x reader #tony dinozzo #tim mcgee #ellie bishop #abby sciuto #ducky mallard #jimmy palmer

[airenyah]

what are the gayest destiel episodes you can think of?

ohhhhh i gotchu hold on (this is basically gonna end up being a list of my fave destiel episodes lmaooo)

ok so just a heads-up, i don’t really remember much from s10 onwards (a lot of those episodes i haven’t actually watched since they aired whoops) and i’m currently stuck at the beginning of s9 on my complete rewatch soooo this list focuses only on the first half of the show. i might do an update if i ever manage to finish my rewatch (and remember to post an update at all when the time comes)

ok here we go:

4x16 - On the Head of a Pin

dean calls cas “cas” to his face for the very first time

dean is all “you can't ask me to do this, cas. not this.” (about torturing alastair) and uriel is all “who said anything about asking”, but cas is all: “this is too much to ask, i know. but we have to ask it” and that is the moment that dean realizes that cas cares about him and his feelings/well-being and that’s when he demands to speak to cas alone 

and it’s only after cas tells dean he really doesn’t want dean being forced to do the torturing that Dean gives in (”i would give anything not to have you do this”)

like, it’s so obvious already how much cas cares about dean already and we’re only in s4

 cas is even starting to go down the path of disobedience (with a little help from anna admittedly, but still. he’s starting to consider it)

they’re so?? comfortable?? with each other. when cas visits dean at the hospital in the end

4x22 - Lucifer Rising

dean literally makes an angel fall in this ep, i mean come on... (the way cas shows up behind him all “you asked to see me” after dean smashes the angel statue cracks me up every single time gsdlka)

dean desperately trying to get cas to help him (bc he knows that IF there’s an angel that would help him it’s cas)

cas is too afraid though and dean gets pissed and literally breaks up with him (D: "you spineless, soulless son of a bitch. what do you care about dying? you're already dead. we're done." C: "dean-" D: "we're done!")

this is the episode in which cas makes his decision and chooses dean over heaven

5x03 - Free to Be You and Me

in the previous episode sam and dean had a fight and split up. this episode starts out with dean being pissed and annoyed and just in a bad mood in general

when cas shows up and asks for help dean is very grumpy and doesn’t want to help at first but then reluctantly agrees

throughout the episode, the more time dean spends with cas the better his mood gets (honestly this point is worthy of its own separate post, i have enough screenshots lmao)

like he’s even smiling at the end of the ep when he’s talking to cas in the car!! (except then he looks over and realizes cas has left mid-conversation again and that smile is wiped right off his face and i’m sad :( )

when they’re in that brothel dean mostly has eyes for cas, even when chastity the hooker is standing right next to him

after the brothel incident when dean is cracking up and goes “it's been a long time since I've laughed that hard. it's been more than a long time. years.” like... buddy. your crush is showing.

and the way cas smiles lovingly at dean laughing next to him

dean be like: “personal space”     also dean: *reaches into cas’s coat without hesitation* *fixes cas’s shirt and tie without hesitation*

also the funniest thing about the whole “personal space” moment in the motel is that there was more than enough space for dean to step aside and increase the distance between him and cas if he had really been all that uncomfortable but he just. doesn’t. no he just stays right where he is 

when raphael is trapped in the holy oil and threatens cas all “castiel, I'm warning you. do not leave me here. i will find you.” and cas goes “maybe one day. but today, you're my little bitch.” and walks away and dean tells raphael “what he said” like the impressed and proud boyfriend that he is

inside jokes (see here)

some more iconic quotes/moments from this episode:

“cas, we’ve talked about this. personal space”

“so, what, i'm thelma and you're louise and we're just going to hold hands and sail off this cliff together?”

“well. last night on earth. what are your plans?” “i just thought i'd sit here quietly.”

“let me tell you something. there are two things i know for certain. one, bert and ernie are gay. two, you are not gonna die a virgin. not on my watch.”

5x14 - My Bloody Valentine

hunter husbands!!

the way that dean is not in the mood for hook-ups on valentine’s day and then goes to stare at cas like That

that iconic phone call at the hospital where cas just appears in front of dean who nearly runs into him

cas be looking at sam while listing all the things people can be starving for, and then looks at dean before saying “love” 

ok i know this doesn’t have that many points but really this entire ep is great, i very much enjoy all the interactions between cas and dean in this ep

like when dean is not hungry and cas is all “you're not gonna finish that?” and grabs the plate without waiting for an answer bc they’re this married in s5 already

6x20 - The Man Who Would Be King

i mean... this one is obvious isn’t it

this ep is literally all about how cas is doing everything for the winchesters aka dean

the way sam and bobby cautiously voice their suspicions of cas to dean has the same energy as carefully breaking it to a family member that you think their partner is cheating on them 

and when they trap cas in the holy oil and confront him dean also acts like a betrayed wife(gn)

which is such a stark contrast to how sam and bobby react to the betrayal (they’re mostly just like “eh this sucks” while dean is emotionally affected)

and even in the following episodes dean is way more affected by cas’s betrayal than sam and bobby are and dean is the one who argues the most with cas (honestly, this entire arc is literally that post that’s all “how do i know dean is in love with cas? bc sam isn’t”)

ok but the holy oil scene is truly like a soap opera (i mean... “where were you when i needed to hear it?” “i was there. where were you?” and dean looking back at cas one last time before running away)

this is their first big break-up and it takes them until the s7 finale to make up

special shoutout to cas watching dean rake leaves

this ep is a LOT

7x17 - The Born-Again Identity

dean’s FACE when he sEES CAS. and then DEAN’S FACE AGAIN when “emmanuel” is all “what’s your issue?”

dean’s face all throughout that first scene with “emmanuel” and daphne, I’M

“you know, I used to be able to just shake this stuff off. you know, whatever it was. It might take me some time, but... i always could. what cas did... i just can't – i don't know why” BECAUSE YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH HIM, IDIOT

the way dean interrupts all irritated when meg goes “i think we're gonna be good friends too” at “emmanuel” (jealous bf much gsdlksafd)

the way dean kept the trenchcoat just in case so he can give it back to cas should he return (which ofc he did)!!!!

7x21 - Reading is Fundamental

yet another one of those “how do I know dean is in love with cas? bc sam isn’t”

at the beginning of the ep at some point sam’s phone rings and when he says that meg (who is watching over cas at the mental hospital) is calling, dean is quick to stand up and even tho meg called sam, dean is the one who ends up having the phone call with her lmao

also dean has no chill during that phone call lmao (he’s irritated when he finds out meg didn’t call them right then and there as soon as cas woke up and he’s immediately concerned when meg says cas is different, while sam’s just standing there holding his phone out to dean, being all ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ lmao)

dean: *pissed af at cas*    also dean: *almost breaks his own neck at the speed with which he whips his head around at the mention of cas’s name and is desperate to know his location when cas calls meg after dean blasted him away with some other angels at the hospital*

ok no but then meg tells cas their location and cas zaps into the car and it’s hilarious how quick dean is to interrupt whenever cas turns his attention to meg in that scene

8x07 - A Little Slice of Kevin

dean seeing cas everywhere

when you see your best dudebro outside the window in the middle of a storm but when you get up he’s gone and you feel like crap because you could’ve made it out of the war zone together and you just cannot fathom why he didn’t try harder and you just don’t understand why you’re feeling what you’re feeling (and judging by dean’s reaction to sam’s suggestion, clearly it’s not survivor’s guilt)

dean’s FACE when cas suddenly appears behind him in the bathroom

jacting joices: the infamous boner scene (yet another example of “how do I know dean is in love with cas? bc sam isn’t”)

jacting joices pt 2: sam and dean are talking case and then cas walks over to join the conversation and there is literally no reason for dean to check cas out (see here)

during the rescue mission when cas zaps into the room and has a stand-off with crowley and then when dean finally manages to break into the room, can i just say... the way dean immediately rushes to cas (who’s ended up on the floor) and grabs him by the shoulder before he bothers to look around the room

D: “that was a bonehead move back there. you could have gotten yourself killed. why didn't you wait for me?” C: “well, i didn't get killed. and it worked” D: “and if it didn't?” C: “it would have been my problem.” D: “well, that's not the way i see it.”

the purgatory flashbacks when dean keeps insisting that cas is coming along with them back to earth and won’t hear otherwise

“i did everything I could to get you out – everything! i did not leave you.”  “so you think this was your fault?”

“look, I don't need to feel like hell for failing you, okay? for failing you like i've failed every other godforsaken thing that i care about! i don't need it!”

i know we hate buckleming but this episode, man. this episode

8x08 - Hunteri Heroici

i was gonna put this as a special shoutout but then it turned out that i had more to say about this ep than i initially thought

it’s the way dean and cas keep gravitating towards each other in the first half of the episode. no seriously, they somehow keep ending up beside each other and you start wondering “what’s personal space” (friendly reminder that this is the ep right after they’re finally back together again after purgatory)

the married energy and the bickering

the “talk to me” scene where cas finally opens up to dean (but then interrupting moose strikes)

at the retirement home dean to sam and cas: “no flirting you two” then CUT to: dean and cas sitting at a table with an elderly lady who is staring at cas with heart eyes and... lady: “you are so pretty, charles” dean: *must look at young nurse’s butt immediately to distract myself from gay thoughts*

i’m sorry but the way he smiles so widely at cas at one point when they’re talking to that lady, like, she’s just called cas a bounder and dean’s amused about that but his amusement is not in any way malicious and his face is just so full of love when he looks at Cas, it’s embarrassing really (see here)

9x06 - Heaven Can't Wait

ok so i haven’t watched this ep in like 5 years so my memories on this aren’t as fresh as with the previous eps but! it’s the way that cas and dean act exactly like exes (who are still in love with each other) in this ep

dean’s face as he’s staring at cas through the shop window

dean’s smile when he shows up inside the shop

the entire “i can’t let you do this cas” scene in the car

the infamous fanfiction gap

special shout out to:

5x18 - Point of No Return for all the bickering (“you know what? blow me, cas”) and especially  “well, cas, not for nothing, but the last person who looked at me like that… i got laid.”

6x10 - Caged Heat for the pizza man and dean’s reaction to all the megstiel (like jealous bf much?)

6x19 - Mommy Dearest for the strong married energy dean and cas give off in this ep (honestly, all their bickering, it’s glorious) (friendly reminder that this is right before tmwwbk) 

7x23 - Survival of the Fittest for the “i’d rather have you cursed or not” scene

8x02 - What's Up, Tiger Mommy? for the purgatory flashbaks with that one monster calling cas dean’s angel and the reunion scene by the river with highlights such as “nice peach fuzz” and “i prayed to you cas, every night” and “i have a price on my head, and i've been trying to stay one step ahead of them, to – to keep them away from you” and “cas, we're getting out of here. we're going home” and “cas, buddy, i need you” and “let me bottom-line it for you. i'm not leaving here without you. understand?”

8x17 - Goodybe Stranger for “i don't know, dean. if he's so sketchy, then why were you praying to him?” and the entire crypt scene (yes this is a big one and yes i’m still only putting it as a special shoutout and yes it’s bc of the megstiel content this ep ok bye <3)

#there is also the late s9 ep where cas chooses dean over an angel army #then i vaguely remember 11x03 being a good destiel ep #and the s12 ep with the ''i love you. i love all of you''?? #i know people are still going crazy over the mix tape but i don't remember if the ep itself was very gay #oh and 13x06 - tombstone gets talked about a lot as well #when cas comes back to life at the end of the widower arc and dean goes from extremely depressed to happy af #15x09 was a pretty good one as well i think #and ofc 15x18 with the big ''i love you'' #anyway this was fun #i should really continue with my spn rewatch #but the thing is that i'm actually journaling and making notes #and that requires brain #and i currently just don't have the energy to make all this effort just for a tv show #who knows if i'm ever gonna finish this project #oh well #asks #anon #destiel #spn #lmk if i've missed anything (from s4-s8 that is)

[a-little-slice-of-fandom]

A) hi how ya doing? B) I miss you C) can you analyze anything of Aragon? Thank you :)

Hey anon! I’m doing good ❤️❤️❤️ thanks so much for asking! I hope you’re doing well too!

Aragon is really interesting to me, because her song is kind of like the bohemian rhapsody of six. Very few people will say that it’s their favourite, but everyone will instantly sing along because it’s so catchy! Plus, it’s a great song to follow ex-wives with. It keeps the energy up and introduces the audience to the plot of the show.

I will say this until the day I die: while I would love if more songs were as scathing as say AYWD...you could never start with those songs. It’s too much too quickly. You need the more catchy, light-hearted songs of Ex-Wives, No Way and DLUH to start with because it helps get the audience invested in the show and the plot as a whole. Six, first and foremost, will always need to work dramatically. That’s why the old, more openly bitter No Way was changed to something a little more light-hearted.

The first thing that always comes to mind when I think of Aragon is regal. She’s the queen who was married to Henry for 24 years and was a Spanish princess as well. She’s the refined, confident queen who knows her own worth and honestly? I get the vibe she just wants a little bit of respect from the other queens. While some people characterise Aragon as rather cold, I honestly don’t get that? The show portrays Aragon as a very loyal person despite all that Henry put her through, and she clearly cares for Mary and also, to a lesser extent, Parr as her god daughter (remember she calls Howard “the least relevant Katherine”...meaning she does see Parr as relevant.) and she often refers to other queens as “babe” even though she was just arguing with them five seconds earlier (harking on the idea of forgiveness, something I think Aragon is very good at in the show!). Plus, while there’s only one line referring to Mary, Aragon is always so protective of her and warm to her. In the album, Renee’s “aw, hi baby!” is the most adorable and heartwarming part of the song and it’s clear she adores her daughter, while the “oh, you don’t remember?” in the live versions is so protective of her baby. It’s honestly something we don’t discuss enough. Moreover, Aragon’s song is one of the most energetic, but she has her earnest moment of pleading as well, along with her undisputable strength of refusing to back down and accept Henry’s lies. She is also incredibly passionate when talking about something she loves or defending herself when she has to (which make sense! This was the woman who rode with an army wearing armour while pregnant. Aragon was not to be messed with!).

I personally disagree with people who try and claim that Toby and Lucy wrote Aragon as the “angry” queen because she never truly gets to the levels of boleyn or seymour (yes there’s the miscarriage argument where she does raise her voice but like...are we ignoring Seymour’s “boohoo Mary had the chickenpox” or the fact that Boleyn is also shouting in that argument??? And she usually goes louder than Aragon???) and yet she’s so often defined by that trait even though other queens share it and are even more extreme. And yes, Im fully aware of why certain people characterise aragon in this way and I’m so annoyed that even though we continually call out the fact that’s it’s problematic, it continues to happen. However Aragon does have flaws like every good character should. Aragon just won’t try and listen to the other queens. She refuses to accept that Boleyn or Seymour might have had a worse time than her. Now I personally never got the feeling that Aragon blames the other queens for anything. Her feelings are directed at Henry. Notice in now way she talks about how henry is “running around with some pretty young thing” and she refers to him having “one son with someone who don’t own a wedding ring”. Those people? They’re clearly supposed to be Boleyn and Bessie, two people who are actually on stage at the time. But Aragon doesn’t take an easy shot at either of them in her song. She doesn’t say their name or call them out or try and involve them in her song. Contrast this with DLUH where Boleyn grabs Aragon, forces her to be front and centre in this verse and then insults her constantly (“three in the bed” = airing Aragon’s and Henry’s ✨ intimate issues ✨ with the entire world while “Don’t be bitter, cause I’m fitter” and “he doesn’t want to bang you, somebody hang you” are both pretty self explanatory). I think it’s absolutely key that Aragon doesn’t blame Boleyn or Bessie or direct any misplaced feelings towards them in no way or the show. Her (very justified) feelings of anger and betrayal are (generally) directed at Henry. And that’s something so many people ignore! And I personally wish more people would be like Aragon in this regard in the real world. I don’t know if other people agree with me, but it’s your boyfriends/husbands job to not cheat on you, not someone else’s. I do know some people think that Aragon is slighting Boleyn and Bessie in that verse but if we’re sticking to tudor ideals, Aragon not mentioning them by name (in essence keeping their “dignity” and “honour” intact) would be the kinder thing to to. (Note I’m only saying this with Tudor ideals in mind. I also think Aragon fully knows that Bessie was 13 when Henry started making advances on her and again, refuses to blame Bessie for what happened because she knows she’s a victim).

However...Aragon doesn’t ever try and listen to other queens and will insult them if she has to. She (along with the other queens like Boleyn and Seymour) gets more and more defensive and petty as the show continues. However, she never gets to the same levels of hard hitting insults has say Boleyn. But I mean...Aragon was a queen who went through so much in her lifetime and never was able to really talk about it. Yes, she resisted Henry trying to get their marriage annulled, and she was one of the strongest women at the time, but she couldn’t deal with her emotions the same way that we can today. She never got to told Boleyn to go away or leave her alone. She never got to bad mouth Henry because he was the king. She was, first and foremost, a lady, and she was expected to act in a certain way all of her life. And now that she’s reincarnated in modern days, she doesn’t have to do all of those things. She can be annoyed and let it show, she can tell Boleyn all those things she wanted to do back in the day. Some actresses even lean into the idea that it’s sort of cathartic for Aragon to FINALLY just say what she wants to say without having to worry on how it would reflect on her as queen. Mind you, I still think that Aragon considers how her words would reflect on her (much more than any other queen) but she definitely has more wiggle room within the show than she did during her reign.

In addition, while the fandom also like to reduce Aragon to obsessed with her religion, I actually really like how her relationship with Catholicism is portrayed in the show. While I do concede that Aragon’s faith is sometimes reduced to the butt of the joke, that’s not always the case and I personally really enjoy how Aragon seems to gain a lot of strength from her religion, instead of it holding her back or hindering her. While I do understand why so many characters in media struggle with their religion or find it suffocating (my relationship with Catholicism is...fragile at the best of times), but I genuinely love this idea that Aragon’s faith is what guides her and gives her inner strength in times of need. I mean,,,when she’s pleading to Henry during now way, the music slows to something that sounds more like a gospel song, Aragon is kneeling with her hands clasped and there's bright white light around her (i also vaguely remember something that looks like a crucifix behind her as well? But I'm not 100 percent sure on that). At the time where Aragon is most vulnerable and needs to find inner strength and wants guidance...she turns to her religion and that's seen as a very positive thing!!! The same with Aragon's verse in Sox. Moving to a nunnery and finding friends there is something that's now postive and liberating instead of being stuffy and boring and restrictive like nunnery are often portrayed as in media. (yes I know that's also a play on Henry wanting to send Aragon into the nunnery after their divorce but I do think that there’s no malicious religion-basing in Six is a nice touch that’s often overlooked).

Finally, Aragon’s costume is quite important to her character. It is one of the more feminine outlines (especially the updated version on broadway) and I do think it’s an inadvertent issue that the queens with the more stereotypical feminine costumes are more catty whereas the more stereotypical androgynous or masculine outfits (aka Parr and Cleves) are often the voices of reason, but I don’t think that’s intentional or is intended to comment on anything. It’s just a coincidence. However, the gold of Aragon’s outfit obviously symbolises her love, courage and passion, along with indicating her status as a noble. While yes the rest of the queens were all noble in some way before they married Henry, Aragon was a Spanish princess and the daughter of two incredibly powerful monarchs. She was probably the highest standing out of any of the queens, and her costume reflects that. I also think that her wearing gold to flaunt her status could be her trying to make up for the years between her marriages to Arthur and Henry (where she didn’t have many provisions made for her as far as I know) and also the last few years of her life. (I’ve seen differing reports on how Aragon was provided for after Henry divorced her, with her claiming that she was living in poverty while others state she got 3000 pounds. If anyone has any confirmation then let me know). Either way, her wanting to flaunt her status after her reincarnation by wearing lots of bright gold makes total sense. I’ve also seen a few people say that the bust on Aragon’s costume is the most historically accurate but I can’t confirm that, although if it is then that’s a really nice touch.

Well this took ages, but it was fun to finally get to analyse stuff again AND do it on a queen who doesn’t get discussed very much!!! Aragon often gets reduced to “catholic” or “angry” within this fandom, even though she is just as complex as any other character within the show but she just expresses things in very different ways. And that’s okay! This whole show is about how women (and NB folk!) are different and do have different experiences and do express things differently and have different personalities and that’s okay! We should celebrate our differences.

#six the musical #six #sixthemusical #ask #anon ask #anonymous #anonymous ask #anon #ask answered #enya discusses: six

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Travel Time <2>

Gallavich

　　

　　Waken up.

　　Opened eyes, rubbed face, sat up.

　　Strange but familiar ceiling. Strange but familiar smell. Strange but familiar…everthing. All blurred in darkness.

　　The figure of time was sparked on the electronic watch. 6:30 in the morning. reached out arms to the side…got NOTHING.

　　WHERE THE FUCK IS IAN?

　　Early morning, empty bed, missing husband.

　　This kind of situation could really remind one of something really REALLY bad. Like Ian didn't take his medicine, like he fell ill again, like he went out in the middle of the night to run laps and then videoed the sunrise...

　　Mickey tried to get some of his clothes. The sleeping vest stretched tight over his chest. Did it shrink in the last wash?

　　Doesn't matter.

　　He didn't got anything. Those clothes were not where they should be, and the bed were not the right size. But he felt something like a curtain, so he yanked it open --

　　Morning lights illuminated the room.

　　FUCK.

　　Now, he could see his surroundings clearly. He's at Milkovich's house. In the bed that had once belonged to him. The walls were covered in familiar grabby posters.

　　What the hell? Did Terry kidnap him or something? That's not what a Milkovich would do. Terry would never "kidnap" his son if he got the chance getting near to unconscious Mickey. That's too sweet. Terry'll definitely prefer just took a gun and shoot his son and also his son's legal faggot husband in head.

　　Mickey cautiously stepped out of bed, tried to be as quiet as possible. He opened the bottom drawer of his bedside closet, shoved aside those magazines and, not surprisingly, found his pistol lying there.

　　He tucked the gun into his belt and found a coat. Everything was all weirdly shrunken. Luckily, he was always a fan of buying oversized coats. The coat fitted.

　　He pushed the door open and went out. Terry's snoring was just too annoying. For a while, Mickey just wanted to walk into Terry's bedroom and shoot him died. But he resisted the impulse. He wouldn't go to prison again.

　　Then another voice caught him. A girl in the other bedroom was screaming and crying in a low voice, like she had had a bad dream. Is that Sandy? Did Sandy run back to Milkovich's house, too?

　　Mickey didn't think twice. He shouldn't go into a girl's bedroom. But God, he wanted to know what was going on. Besides, he's gay anyway.

　　He opened the door of the bedroom quietly. Yet the girl was still awakened by him. Crying desperately, she throwed a pillow to him and turn on the light.

　　Mickey caught the pillow, shocked.

　　That's not Sandy. That was Mandy.

　　That was a little Mandy. A Mandy, who was, a little younger than Carl.

　　His brain shut down.

　　Mandy stopped crying. She recognized Mickey's face, then calm down, complained loudly:“Fuck you Mickey Milkovich! You can't come into my room like this! I thought it was Terry…You scared the hell out of me.”

　　Mickey nodded stiffly. What is happening now? Did he just TRAVELED through the TIME or what? What the fuck!

　　Mandy stared ar him uncertainly:“Why you looks so different? I mean, cleaner? You just took a bath or what? Are you getting… taller? What the fuck? You are Mickey, right?”

　　This figure looked just like her brother, but cleaner and kinder and taller and stronger and clamer and nicer. Some updated version Mickey. Also, MAYBE a little tiny bit older? Mandy was not sure about that part.

　　"Right…Um…What year is it now?"Mickey asked, ignored all the other questions.

　　"……2007, I guess?" Mandy answered suspiciously, "Are you doing something now?"

　　"Like what, meth? No."

　　But riddle? YES.

　　It seemed like that he had just traveled back 10s years back.

　　Mandy shook her head with disappointing, and declared:"Then get the fuck out of my bedroom, YOU PERVE."

　　Updated version Mickey was still Mickey. And any creature named Mickey should not exist in her bedroom. Not even that Disney's fucking mouse. Just NO.

　　She throw another pillow to her brother and throw herself back into the bed.

　　Mickey caught that pillow, didn't fight back. He couldn't fight back at someone that could nealy be his child. FUCK. Mandy was in the age that could almost be his child! Holly fucking shit!

　　He left the room quietly. Then the house. Finally he ended up wandering on the street with no purpose. The sun was rising up, light up the trees and houses piece by piece. Darkness was fading away, pure blue sparkling on the edge of the sky. It's astonishingly beautiful but he just wanna check how's Ian.

　　He walked though the street and made his way to the Gallagher house, wondering how should he explain all this shit. When he arrived it's almost 8'o clock. Ian was, at the moment Mickey got there, getting out of that house.

　　He was so…young.

　　Mickey stared at the red-head boy with feelings that can hardly be explained. Ian saw him, and looked at him with some kind of hesitation, but finally decided to say hello.

　　"Hi, Mickey." He said, with a VERY young voice,"You um, took a bath huh?"

　　What the hell. Mandy also said THAT to him first. Was he really that dirty in the back of days?

　　"Maybe." Mickey said subconsciously.

　　"It make you looks…different."

　　"In a good way?"

　　Ian shrug his shouder,"Can't decide. I like what you were and also what you are."

　　Then he realized immediately that Mickey didn't like expressing about emotions. This kind of confessions always bring fights. He wanna both take that back as well say something more.

　　But Mickey didn't even notice it. That level of whispers of love were pretty common in their marriage life. He already got used.

　　Ian squeezed himself into Mickey's right arm, carefully. Preparing to get punched. However Mickey was thinking something else. It's 2007 now, so he just got out of juve, and was working at the store. Didn't married to Lana, Didn't have Yev. Good old days.

　　Also, most important, Ian's bipolar had not attacked him yet.

　　But he couldn't drive that ill out of Ian even if he had just traveled through time. It hadn't happened, but WIll happen one day.

　　Mickey's heart squeezed.

　　"So, what were you doing infront of my house?"Ian asked innocently. Didn't know a thing about the future. Lucky dog.

　　Before Mickey answered that question, Ian already guessed optimistically:"You wanna bang?"

　　Mickey had never went to his house like that before. They usually using their phone for contacts. Sometimes Ian would go visit Mandy and secretly fucking Mickey in Milkovich house, or doing that at the store. But Mickey had never came to the Gallagher house for sex on his own accord.

　　"……I don't know."Mickey didn't have any exact answer,"What do you want? Bang or date? I'm fine with both of them."

　　Isn't that some kind of cheating? Some part in his heart asked uncertainly.

　　No. This is Ian. Not any other's dick. And he's married to Ian, so NO.

　　Maybe yes, but NO.

　　Ian stopped so quickly that he almost fell down. Mick grabbed him and held him till he get his balance back.

　　"De-Da-DATE??!"The poor boy stammered.

　　"Or fuck."

　　"NO!!! How-Why-What…You wanna DATE me?"Ian was still shocked.

　　"Why not?"

　　Why not not? Ian wanna figured that out. How could anyone be like completely rejecting any kind of intimate contacts (except for fuck) at the last night and pop up saying "I can date you" next morning? LITERALLY, HOW COULD THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?

　　But he did not ask A WORD. The boy just smile with hidden nervous and said:"I want a date."

　　He waited for Mickey's answer anxiously.

　　Mickey just nodded without any thinking:"Sure. Whatever. Where do you wanna go?"

　　"I-I don't know? The park? Maybe? If you like that? O-or some restaruants? Or pub?"

　　"Hey, you don't have to be nervous."Mickey laughed in puzzlement,"Not like I'm gonna run away from you or what. Calm down."

　　Ian took a deep breath and let go slowly.

　　"Ok. So, umm, let's go to the park."

　　 They went to the park where Lip and Kev sold Mariguana in it. Mickey brought some cigarettes ("Holly shit why are you so clean who the hell are you you are definitely not Mickey"said Kev, always so annoying), shared one with Ian.

　　They sit on one of those benches, cling to each other, smoking while watching those kids run around. Calm quietness fullfilled the warm air between them. Lights was quivering on their cheeks. Ian basically just stared at Mickey's side face, without any thoughts but that he has a marvellous…not boyfriend, not friend, so just Mickey. He has a marvellous Mickey.

　　"I'm from 2020."Marvellous Mickey said peacefully, with his face submerged in smoke,"And we were…or will, get married then."

　　Ian got choked up by the cigarette's smoke. He murmured:"…WHAT?"

　　WHAT?

　　"Yeah. I'm confusing too."

　　"Is that some kind of JOKES?"

　　"No. Didn't you recognized I got older and stronger?"

　　Actually NO.

　　He did not give it a thought! And after Mickey revealed the truth Ian begin to think himself as some kind of idiot. How could he not even notice any of those differences?

　　He was just blaming all the differences of Mickey on "results of bath"…Slightly older? Bath. Stronger? Bath. A little taller? Bath.

　　"How did that happen?"

　　"The time travel part or the marriage part?"

　　"I-I don't know? Both?"

　　"I don't know anything about the time travel part too."Mickey told the turth without guilty,"And I don't know how to introduce you of our marriage. So why don't you just ask whatever you want?"

　　Ian was quite. He maintained that status for about five minutes while Mickey just keep smoking his cigarette. And finally, the poor boy opened his mouth and let the question run out of his throat…

　　"Are we HAPPILY married?"

　　"Yep."

　　"Are you happy?"

　　"Yes."

　　"Am I happy?"

　　"…I don't know. Maybe?"

　　"I guess I am…HOLLY FUCK I'M MARRIED WITH YOU."Ian murmured,"So you're not afraid of kissing anymore……or we just don't do kisses?"

　　Mickey put out the cigarette. He laughed so hard that even tears a little bit. Ian looked at him with those bright green eyes, and Mickey stopped laugh suddendly.

　　He took the Ian's face in his hands and kissed the boy hard. Ian's eyes were wide opened. He couldn't close them, but just stare at Mickey's shivering eyelashes and realized that he was gonna cry for no reason.

　　It's so good. Till he realized that Mickey was DISAPPEARING. like some poor contacted TV. Ian grabbed his back with fear, so tight that even when the little Mickey suddenly replaced big Mickey, they were still cling to each other and, KISSING.

　　And the little Mickey, HIS Mickey, bitted his lip, however did NOT push him away.

　　They continued the kiss till they couldn't breath any more. Mickey kinda swayed precariously between punching Ian or forgiving him. There were tears in Ian's eyes so he finally decided to not hit his future husband.

　　"You're so emotional." Mickey muttered, slid the tiny orange bottle which was in his fist into his pocket," What's that tear for?"

　　Ian did not answer that. He hugged Mickey.

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[justauthoring]

Corruption of Innocence (8/?)

Prompt: The Capital was cruel. The people there even more so. If this arrangement truly was meant to follow through, Jaime knew you would be corrupted by Kings Landing. But staring at you now, with bright doe eyes and a soft smile on your lips as you engaged in a conversation with your brother, hushed so as not to be disrespectful, Jaime knew he would put all his focus and strength into making sure that never happened.

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Pairing: Jaime x Stark!Reader

Based off of: Game of Thrones 03x10, 04x01 and 04x02

It seemed Tywin Lannister thought you too important to be killed.

Slaughtered along side your brother and mother. Instead, you were brought back to the Red Keep, through weeks of travelling where you were all but lugged around. You were brought back to the Red Keep to wait for your husbands arrival, then, the two of you were to go to Casterly Rock where the two of you were meant to spend the rest of your days.

At least, that had been the plan.

You’d been back for a week or so, Jaime for longer, and you hadn’t seen him once. It seemed your husband was scarcely avoiding you, that, or he was too busy making up for lost time with his sister. From what you’d heard, Jaime refused ownership over Casterly Rock and wanted to return to his position on the Kingsguard; which shouldn’t be possible given that he was married to you. But having your father as the hand of the King and your nephew (son) has the King himself, it seemed Jaime could do what he wanted.

Even if his father wasn’t all that pleased with his decision in the end.

It mattered not to you. And, at least, being forced to stay in the Red Keep meant you got to see your sister. It was the only pleasant thing about returning, and even then, it hadn’t all been that joyful. Your sister had heard about the news of your mother and brother before you even arrived. In fact, she’d been the one to tell you.

To tell you what they’d done. How they slit your mothers throat, or sowed Grey Wind’s head to your brother’s. How they’d slaughtered every single Stark and Northsmen there. How they’d stabbed a pregnant woman in the stomach repeatedly without even a moment of hesitance.

And every time you closed your eyes, you envisioned your mother, smiling at you as you left the feast. That had been the last time you saw her, the last time you’d ever see her. Or, you’d think of Robb, think of all those years the two of you had spent attached at the hip only for him to be gone and you left behind. You were alone, truly and utterly alone.

Sansa had also told you how she’d been married off to the Imp, Tyrion. And that her time here had been anything but pleasant. She couldn’t go into detail. There wasn’t a single spot in the Red Keep where the two of you could go without being watched and listened in on. But by the dull of her eyes, the frown of her lips and the paleness of her skin, you could imagine what your sister’s been through. It made you feel guilt for leaving her, for going with Robb all those months ago instead of staying with her, making sure she stayed safe.

But none of that mattered now. Because here you were, exactly where you began.

Ever since returning, things had been quiet. You were sat in your room, the room you were meant to share with Jaime but the room he never bothered to visit even once. And honestly, you weren’t that troubled over the fact. You didn’t want to see Jaime. Because while you’d been angry before, angry that he’d lied to you, that he’d continued to see his sister while the two of you were married or the fact that he’d pushed your brother out a window and crippled him for life, you were furious now.

His father had murdered your mother and father. And whose to say he hadn’t played a part in it.

Every inch of you hated him with every fiber of your being. Even just the thought of him was enough to frustrate you beyond belief. So, the quiet was good. Appreciated. Sitting in your room was the only spot you could be left to yourself, unless one of your maids were in. You didn’t have to deal with anyone whilst in your room, and you could just sit and stare and wonder and maybe even cry. No one was there to bother you.

But no one was there to help you either. It was just you.

As if your thoughts are heard, a creak echoes around the room. You blink, pulling your gaze from your window to behind you, at the door. Your back straightens in alert as you watch it slowly push open, the squeak continuing to echo, disrupting the silence that had once surrounded you. You don’t know who it is, who’ll it’ll be, but you certainly don’t expect it to be Jaime.

Yet, his head still peeks in, his eyes still meet yours. He steps in, with all his glory, and shuts the door behind him, shutting you in.

-

Jaime isn’t sure what to say.

It’s been weeks, months even, since he’s last seen you. And it almost feels like deja ju; like that moment, so long ago now, where he saw you for the first time. You’re directly adjacent to him, sat on a chair with your head turned over your shoulder. As Jaime lets his eyes wander across you, he can see traces of tears on your cheeks. Your eyes are red, slightly puffy, but despite all that, there’s a dark, dull and cold look in your gaze as you stare back at him.

Jaime notices the lack of innocence in your gaze, and his heart plummets. There’s no naivety left, it’s just coldness. You’ve been touched by the evils of the worlds and he doesn’t have to ask to know what. He knows what. He’s fully aware of what’s happened, he just didn’t realize what kind of effect it’d have on you until you’re directly before him.

Stupid, he thinks. That was stupid.

Then, you stand up, turning away from him. You push your chair in, before clasping your hands behind your back, and Jaime watches you the entire time. He remains silent until you’re turned completely toward him, hands clasped behind your back, shoulders squared, chin raised confidently. This is new, Jaime realizes. This... look.

You’re not the shy, innocent and naive young girl he’d met months ago. You’re hardened, grown, ahead of your time because of what his family has done.

“Finally decided to visit your wife?”

He certainly doesn’t expect those to be your first words. It takes Jaime by surprise, blinking, before he collects himself, swallowing thickly. “I’ve been busy,” Jaime says lamely, eyes falling shut for a moment in shame. What a useless excuse, especially when you’re both aware you know the truth; the complete truth. He’s quick to explain himself further. “People needed me after my long disappearance and--” 

“I think we both know where you’ve been, Jaime.” Lips left parted, Jaime stares at you in surprise. “Or, should we pretend I don’t know? Was it easier for you before, lying?”

Straightening his shoulders, Jaime swallows thickly. “Y/N--”

“I have nothing to say to you, Jaime.” You cut off, voice dark, cold, sharp. “I will not listen to your lies any further.”

Something sparks in Jaime. Eyes flashing with anger briefly, he takes a step towards you. “I am still your husband,” he reminds, eyes narrowing. “You will do well to remember that and address me with respect.”

“You do not scare me,” you defy, holding your own. “You haven’t scared me for a long time, husband. And do you want to know why?” Jaime blinks as you take a step forward, still poised, still confident. “Because there is nothing else you or your family can take away from me. You’ve lied to me, cheated on me, harmed my brother, murdered my father, mother and brother, one sister is gone, missing, the other married to your brother. My home is gone, my brothers gone with it. There is nothing you can do to hurt me any more.”

Jaime pauses, taking in your words. And then, he speaks. The words he doesn’t mean, doesn’t want and he would never let happen, but he can’t stop them from leaving his lips. “I could kill you.”

And you merely just blink up at him, eyes narrowed. “You already have.”

You walk past him, not giving Jaime the chance to say anything further. Jaime doesn’t try. His eyes merely remain trained on you as you walk out, slamming the door behind you.

-

“My Lady.”

Raising your head at the sound of a new but slightly familiar voice, you meet the eyes of a woman you’ve seen before, but never truly got to know. Lady Brienne, Lord Selwyn Tarth’s daughter. She was the one who helped your mother free Jaime Lannister and the one who returned your husband home.

Standing up, you nod at your sister briefly before turning to face the woman. Your eyes meet hers with a trace of confusion, but still, you smile pleasantly at her, the smile somewhat forced. “Lady Brienne,” you greet, nodding your head slightly. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“I just wanted to apologize, My Lady, on what happened to your mother and brother.” Swallowing thickly, you tense at her words, bowing your head briefly.  “I did not know your brother well, but your mother I did. She was a wonderful woman, fierce and strong. I feel blessed to have been able to serve under her.”

Licking your lips, you nod, clasping your hands before you. “Thank you, Lady Brienne. It is... most appreciated.” The words obviously forced, the atmosphere slightly tense, you glance around, unsure of what to say. Then, your eyes fall on Jaime, stood amongst the crowd in his proper gold armour, meeting his eyes briefly before you turn back to Brienne. “And it seems you did my mother proud. My husband is back home, safe and sound.”

Brienne is not oblivious to the meaning hidden behind your words. Clasping her hands before herself, she inhales deeply. “Yes, well,” she glances at Jaime, much like you had, before meeting your gaze once more. “He saved me too, My Lady, more than once.”

You pause at her words, brows furrowing. “What do you mean?”

Brienne hesitates, glancing around as if making sure there is no one nearby listening. Then, she takes a step closer to you, lowering her voice, “your husband is not the man you believe he is, My Lady.” She says finally, causing you to halt in surprise. You meet her gaze carefully, searching for any trace that she may be lying, but all you see is sincerity. “I understand you think he played a part in your brother’s death, but I can assure you, he did not. Your husband saved me many times, refusing to leave me behind even when he had the perfect opportunity to do so and that I was his captor.”

Pausing, you turn your head to glance at Jaime once more, already finding his eyes on you. 

“I ask you not to forgive him but to wonder if maybe you’ve made a mistake, My Lady.”

Turning back to Brienne once more, reluctantly turning your gaze away from Jaime, you swallow thickly. 

“A suggestion,” she continues, smiling slightly at you. “That is all.”

Nodding your hand, you turn to return to your seat. “Thank you, Lady Brienne.” She merely nods, leaving you to yourself as you return to your seat next to Sansa at the end of the table. She turns to you curiously and you only smile at her, letting your hand fall on her own, before you turn back to the crowd.

You meet Jaime’s gaze once more, this time, confused.

-

Your lips part, stunned.

The King writhes on the ground, clutching at his neck as Jaime and Cersei surround him, useless in their efforts to help him. He’s been poisoned, you realized. At his own wedding. But, despite your shock, you feel no remorse. You feel only numb as you watch the boy cough and choke and gasp and plead with his eyes to make it all stop.

You don’t know who, you don’t know how, but you’re thankful he’s been poisoned. He deserves it, you think with trepidation. He murdered your father, tortured your sister and laughed at your brothers death.

A hand gripping your wrist pulls you from your thoughts. Gasping, you turn your head, only calming once you see Sansa staring back at you. There’s a man behind her, anxious looking as he attempts to pull her back. “We have to go,” he whispers urgently, “if you want to live, we have to go.”

It’s click in then. You don’t know who, but someones helping Sansa escape. 

“Y/N,” Sansa’s whispers, refusing to let the man pull her as she turns to you. You know what she’s asking, the pleading in her eyes obvious enough. She wants you to go with her. But one glance at Jaime, and you know you can’t. Not after what you’ve been told by Brienne. You should, you should go. Shouldn’t leave your sister again, shouldn’t stay here in the Red Keep where you knew it was dangerous for you. 

But you just can’t.

“Go,” you whisper, walking towards her and cupping her by the cheeks. “You have to go without me.”

“But--”

“No buts,” you interrupt softly, quietly, attempting at a smile to reassure her. Pressing a kiss against her forehead, you bask in the moment briefly before pulling away, turning to the man and nodding at him. “Go.”

Sansa, though doesn’t outwardly argue, doesn’t look away until she’s out of sight. While the man pulls her and you watch her leave, you inhale deeply, wondering if that had been the right choice. If you should’ve gone with her when you had the chance, stayed with her to protect her.

As you turn your gaze back to the front, eyes landing on Jaime and only Jaime, you begin to wonder.

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[wolfie-dragon-rider]

Bursts of Light, Day 25: Gazing Into Each Other’s Eyes

A/N: Sorry it's been a while since the last update! Just days left. I can't believe it's almost over! Still, reviews are always appreciated, and they really help! Thanks for reading!

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Hiccup and Astrid are about 36 in this one. Thora and Claybones are 16 and 14 respectively.

"You know, Hiccup. I think Thora might have an eye on that DunBroch boy," Astrid told her husband. He dropped his fork, and it loudly clattered on his plate, making some of the council look up from their food and at them.

"Wh-what makes you think that?" he asked, awkwardly feeling for his fork. Unfortunately, the handle had fallen into the gravy, making him grimace when he felt the goop on his fingers.

"Oh, just that she has barely stopped looking at him. And she's laughing at every joke he makes," Astrid said, looking away from her husband licking the gravy from his fingers to look at the other high table, where their children sat with the emissaries from Scotland. Thora was positively glowing, eyes wide as she looked at the red-headed boy. Every time he turned in her direction she looked away, though Astrid could tell from the little smile on his lips that he wasn't completely blind.

She almost chuckled at the thought that unlike her husband, this cheeky boy wasn't oblivious to flirting.

"Oh. I see. I, uhm… I guess they'd be a good match. He's the brother of the queen of DunBroch, so that would come with a powerful alliance. And he's… not the oldest brother, I think? They're triplets, right? That complicates things. Well, either way, I'm sure that if something were to happen to Queen Merida one of his brothers would step forward to take the throne. So he could live here when Thora becomes chief without having to worry about ruling Scotland," Hiccup slowly said. Astrid knew that tone. It was his analytical mind taking over, repressing his emotions. He might be correct, but this wasn't everything he felt.

"Surely there's more to it than politics, Hiccup. Come on, tell me what you're really thinking," she said, putting her hand on his. It made him smile.

"I… I hadn't realized that she was already at that age. I'm not gonna be like… Snotlout and not realize that my daughter is gonna grow up and make choices for herself. She should, I won't stand in her way, I don't want to be overprotective. I just… forgot she's already 16," he whispered, turning away a little and playing with his fork.

"It all went so fast, didn't it," she said, before turning back to her food. She sensed Hiccup didn't want to talk about it in public, so she gave him some space. Every other bite she glanced at the other table, where the lovebirds were now talking. Astrid couldn't help but notice her daughter had barely touched her food, a sure sign she was excited and full of energy.

Thankfully Kirsten had talked to both Thora and her brother extensively about intimacy, so Astrid didn't expect any rash decisions or irreversible mistakes to happen quickly, but it was interesting to see the two teenagers bond so much just through looks.

Some part of her felt jealous. Although she and Hiccup were as close as they could be, being able to look into each other's eyes was something they had never been able to do, and would never be able to do in the future, barring an absolute miracle.

But she suppressed that jealousy. There was no point in dwelling on things that couldn't be.

Hiccup was distant throughout the rest of the banquet, and she could tell his mind was also dwelling on young love.

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Hiccup was tired when he walked through the door of their little house. Despite being the chief for over a decade now he hadn't moved into his father's house. It hadn't been designed with his disabilities in mind, so at the end of a long day like this, when his leg ached and his face itched, he was glad he didn't have to climb long stairs or stumble around bulky furniture.

Today the pain was deeper than his leg or face, however. Gods, he couldn't stop thinking about what Astrid had said about their daughter. He hadn't even been able to focus on the trade agreement with DunBroch, instead delaying the talks until tomorrow. Hopefully, a good night's sleep would clear his mind.

It wasn't even that he hated the thought of his little girl growing up. Of course, some part of him would always think of her as his little girl, but he knew and accepted she'd fall in love and marry and probably have babies herself.

What bothered him was that he hadn't been able to see any of it. Hiccup remembered a day almost 15 years ago when Thora was learning to walk. It was agony, knowing she was right there, inches away from his outstretched fingers, and he couldn't reach out to her. She had to make the move, she had to walk towards him on her own.

It was only through Astrid's gasps and words of encouragement that he could even know his baby was taking her first steps. Hiccup had briefly wondered if this was the gods toying with him again, giving him this wonderful child and yet making sure he couldn't see any of her achievements.

"Alright, I know that face. Something's bothering you. Out with it," Astrid said as he sat down with a heavy sigh. She walked around, lighting the fireplace and grabbing a mug to make tea.

"Just… thinking about how quickly our children grew up. I feel like I just… I missed everything. I couldn't see any of what they're doing, what they're making, building, accomplishing," he whispered, reaching his hand out to the papers pinned on the wall next to him. Drawings made by Thora and Claybones when they were younger. Thora had stopped drawing a while ago, but Claybones had found a purpose in art, drawing and painting for hours at a time. Opposite his chair, on the wall above the fireplace, hung one of his latest paintings. Berk from the sky, apparently. It could be blank and Hiccup wouldn't know.

"Oh, babe. You know you still did amazing. And they talk to you! That's more than Snotlout is managing with his kid apparently," Astrid said, putting the kettle on for tea.

"I don't know, it doesn't feel like that. It feels like Clay just hangs out with Kirsten all day, not with me. He really lost interest in inventing and engineering lately. And Thora… She talks more easily with you and with my mom. I can't relate to her athletic stuff," he slowly said, frowning as Astrid sat down next to him. She took his hand and squeezed it gently.

"Sure, they might not be able to talk to you about their hobbies, but when it matters, when it's important things they're struggling with, you know who they go to? Not their grandmothers, not their friends. It's you, their father. Do you know how rare that is for teenagers? Maybe you not being able to see them makes it easier for them to open up, show you their secrets," Astrid whispered, before kissing his cheek.

"I guess you're right. I just… I wish I could see Clay's paintings. I wish I could watch Thora win all those Thawfest competitions. And… I wish I could see them fall in love," he eventually said. A moment later the door opened with a loud creak, and Hiccup recognized the squeaking of his son's wheelchair.

"Uuuuuugh, I wish I could unsee it. Believe me, Dad, it's not worth it. I had to watch her and Hamish make googly eyes at each other all day! This is worse than when she had her crush on Ingrid Lodbrok! Or how Leifnir and Rufflout kept looking at each other after sleeping together that after Gand's birthday party!" Claybones ranted as he wheeled himself into the house.

"What are you talking about? Ingrid? Thora liked Ingrid? And what is this about Leifnir and Rufflout sleeping together?!" Astrid said angrily, standing up, and Hiccup could hear his son's sharp inhale.

"Wait, that wasn't actually common knowledge? I thought it was obvious, given how they interact, you'd have to be blind not to- Uh, sorry Dad didn't mean it like that. I mean, how can you miss it? And all the other stuff that's going on around Berk. Like today, I can't even look away from Thora and her new Scottish love without seeing old man Sven still trying to woo Mrs. Anderson, and obviously the Hokkersdotters are going through a rough patch, Mr. Hokkersdotter was buying jewelry, always indicates marital problems. I'm pretty sure his wife is cheating, just not sure with who. Either Trader Hansen or that emissary from the Meatheads. Maybe both," Clay said, clearly letting out some frustration. Hiccup laughed nervously.

"Look son, it's… impressive that you can notice all of that, it's just that most people don't. So you shouldn't assume everyone knows all the secrets you figure out with a glance," he slowly said, head still spinning from all these revelations.

"I know that! I'm the only one who understands how people work, apparently! Gods, it's the worst! Nobody understands my pain! Least of all Thora, she didn't even notice Hamish quickly hiding his red handkerchief in his back pocket when he saw she was interested in him. My guess is it's a gift from another girl. But can I tell her that? Can I be a good brother and warn her that her new crush is a womanizer? Noooooo, because that's 'gossiping' and 'spreading rumors'," Clay ranted, wheeling himself through the living room to the back where his bedroom was.

"Just go to bed. I think you drank too much, you're a little too angry, Clay. And don't ruin this for your sister," Astrid said sharply, making Clay groan.

"Fiiiine. I'm going, I'm going. And I won't tell her. She'll figure it out by herself. Eventually. The hard way. And that's when I can warn her about everything the next boy is doing. Or girl. She swings both ways," he said, maneuvering his chair around so he could open the door to his bedroom.

"That's quite enough. We'll talk about this in the morning. I know you mean well, but you're not thinking clearly right now," Hiccup said, turning so he faced his son, even if he couldn't see him.

The only response was a slammed door.

"See? He's going through awful puberty but he's still completely honest with us," Astrid whispered, sitting down next to him again.

"A little too honest. Gods, I did not want to know about the Hokkersdotters. Or Snot's daughter and Leifnir. Do you think he's right about everything he said?" Hiccup said, covering his head with his hands.

"Probably. Drunk or not, Clay is good at reading people. Thor almighty, and to think I was bothered by Thora looking at other people. It's our son for whom the eyes are the window to the soul. I wonder if he figured out any of our secrets," Astrid chuckled. Hiccup tried not to think too much about that.

"Well, at least my face is hard to read, right?" he joked, grabbing Astrid's hand.

"Hah, you wish. You're an open book. You can't hide any emotions. If I can figure out what you think, so can he. And anyone else on Berk for that matter," Astrid laughed. He couldn't help but laugh with her.

They sat together for a while, hands intertwined, and Hiccup figured that even if they could actually look into each other's eyes, they wouldn't be any closer than they already were.

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[wonderlandmind4]

The Winter Soldier: A Ghost Story Chp-3

Pairing: Winter Soldier x OFC

Summary: Most of the intelligence community doesn’t believe he exists. The ones who do call him the Winter Soldier. He’s a ghost story. So why does he keep coming back?

Warnings: None

Important Note: I said it before, but this story is a lot darker than anything I have ever wrote with the themes in it. Please proceed with caution during those moments. Everything in this story is a connection.

Words: 1.8k

A/N: Also, I lied. I did update a fic! Whoo! Happy New Year! I hope you all enjoy this super short yet important chapter :) and thank you for being patient with me (one shot fic on the way)

March 16th, 2012 6:00am

Ophelia wakes to frost on her window and a throbbing ache in her side. She groans pitifully, cursing her sleeping self for rolling over and staying on her bruised side. Maybe she’ll call Saige to see if she has any pain killers to ease the bruise. Of course, then she would have to explain to her sister why she needs them in the first place, and opening that can of long buried worms will not be fun.

She rolls onto her back carefully. Just as she’s contemplating calling into work and staying in her warm cozy bed, then cat pounces on her out of thin air. She groans as he landed on her injured side and chest, paws digging into the bruise and her cleavage. Binks chirps shortly, clearly irate at the lack of food. He flops down on her chest, belly up beneath her chin.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” She grumbles, patting his belly. Binks’ response is to bite her wrist. “Okay, demanding diva.”

After she gets up and feeds her starving cat, she’s dressed and ready for work by seven forty-five. The frost on the windows don’t give way to snow like it did several nights before, and for that she’s thankful. The winter lasted a bit longer this time around, and as much as she loves the snow, she’s ready for Spring. Especially when Ophelia slips on a patch of frozen ground just as she’s about to enter the work building.

She catches herself on the handle of the door, the quick movement tweaking her ribs. She rolls her eyes because if she doesn’t stop doing these little abrupt movements, the healing will just be prolonged. Slow clapping comes from behind her as she straightens up, shooting an unimpressed look over her shoulder.

“Graceful. I thought you were the master at heels and ice,” Carter quips, a playful smirk on his mouth.

“Tell me how you met your husband, again?” She counters, yanking the door open to cautiously step inside. She doesn’t hold it open for him.

Carter huffs as he enters himself. “I don’t recall.”

Ophelia hums thoughtfully. “Wasn’t it a snowy, iced filled day, and you just couldn’t take your eyes off this handsome man, so you stepped in slush, slipped and busted your ass in front of him?”

He clears his throat as he follows her down the hall to the coffee kiosk. “Your point?”

“It was just a very kultzy meet-cute is all,” She smiles brightly as they get in line.

“Well, now we’re married so, he must’ve seen something in me.”

She chuckles while patting his shoulder. “That he did.”

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Two hours into the work day, and Ophelia is only a quarter of the way through proof reading those policies. She welcomes the break when the intercom on her desk phone beeps.

“Ophelia, do you mind running those files of the International Waters Piracy reports over to me?”

“Not at all, sir,” She responds, quickly slipping her feet back into her maroon pumps. “Did you want the Defense protocols as well?”

“Please. The afternoon meeting got pushed up, starts in ten minutes.”

Pausing her search through the filing cabinet, she says, “I wasn’t informed, sir. I’m sorry-“

“Nonsense, I was just informed about it.”

“In that case, shall I scan them and send them or the hard copies will do?”

“Hard copies, thank you.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Once she finds and gathers the files, Ophelia saves the proof reads she uploaded to her computer and exits her office. She makes her way over to the conference room where the meetings are usually held, placing the flies on the long table, sliding them over to where her boss is sitting. He glances up from his phone, greeting her with a nod.

“Did you have a good weekend? As I haven’t gotten a chance to ask you yesterday,” He inquires lightly, dragging the folders over.

She can’t help the way her spine tenses just a little but she’s careful to keep her expression calm. “Yes,” she answers a little belatedly. “It was boring really. Just hung out with my cat. Exciting stuff. How about yours, sir?”

He hums distractedly for a moment as he looks over the files. “Good, very good. You know, Daniel came home this weekend. If I would’ve known you were just sitting there alone, I would’ve suggested you come over for dinner.”

“Sir,” Ophelia begins kindly, “I would have appreciated the offer. However, Deb- your wife, always seems to get a little-“ She breaks off, waving her hand in the air.

“Reminiscent?” He finishes with a smirk, “I know. You know how Debora is though. She adored both of you together.”

Ophelia mentally winces. The past relationship she had with her boss’s son gets brought up every once in a while. Her and Daniel dated their last two years of high school, into their first two years of college, before realizing that their relationship was more along the lines of best friends during that last year. Nothing explicit happened; no cheating, no lying or explosive fight. It just fizzled out towards the end and they came to the same conclusion, talked it about and agreed to break up. It was mutual, it was the least painful breakup she has ever had.

Daniel’s mother was sure they would get married. Ophelia couldn’t bear to see the disappointment on her face anymore when she still invited over for dinners. Eventually, even after Daniel convince Ophelia that it was alright, and his mom would stop asking when they would get back together, she stopped going to those dinners.

However, he was her first love and it did last four years, and although they remained good friends, they still hold a soft spot in each other’s hearts. It never extends into romance again, no drunken nights of “I miss you, just one more time”, nothing like that ever happened. The one night when they did get wasted, it was filled with Daniel gushing about the girl in his Foreign Affairs class. Last Ophelia heard was that Daniel and that girl were still dating, and Ophelia hasn’t seen him in almost a year.

“I know, sir. Sometimes it just doesn’t work out, I guess. She knows we’re still good friends though.”

“I think she’s holding onto the hope of a reunion. I, on the other hand, know when to take a loss.”

Ophelia laughs, taking that as an out to change the subject. “All the files are in order from date and relevance. I’m stilling proofing those policies but if you need anything else, just let me know. Shall I order lunch for the meeting?

“That would be wonderful, if you don’t mind.” He responds with gratitude, opening the first file. “Thank you, Ms. Phoenix. You are a valuable asset here.”

She smiles proudly. “Thank you, sir.” She’s about to turn away, when she remembers something. 

“Oh, before I forget, the new letterheads that were ordered came in. Whoever filled in for me when I was out didn’t bother to check if the correct official seal or spelling was used. The label was distorted and there was a typo in your name.” Ophelia rubs her lips together to contain the small bubble of a giggle in her throat.

“How bad?”

“Well, I was only gone for a week, but I’m sure an Alexandra Price didn’t suddenly take over as the U.S. Secretary of Defence. Spelled, D-E-F-E-N-C-E.”

He releases a heavy sigh before a goodhearted smile flashes on his face. “See, this is what happens when you go on vacation, Ophelia.”

Ophelia chuckles at that, pulling out the first page in the second file to tap the seal. “I assure you it’s all fixed. Alexander Pierce, U.S. Secretary of Defense, clear seal and all.”

“I knew there’s a reason I’ve kept you around.”

“That, and I know all your secrets,” She jokes, turning and waving as she exits the conference room. She misses the slow smirk spreading across his lips as the door closes.

“Of that, you don’t, Ms. Phoenix.”

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A/N *insert sly eyed emoji here*

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[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “Secrets” Part 1

The Joker did something so unforgivable and despicable you don’t ever want to see him  again. After months of avoiding The King of Gotham, you really can’t understand why he appointed you as the only person to take care of his son in case of emergency. There’s no way you’ll accept to help the little boy in his father’s absence, yet the three years old has no fault in what happened between you and your ex.

Part 2: http://diyunho(dot)tumblr(dot)com/post/178630090876/the-joker-x-reader-secrets-part-2

You have no idea for how long you’ve been driving, but you feel the need to pull over again: the restlessness is becoming unbearable and the tears clouding your vision make it dangerous to continue the trip for the moment.

You signal and switch lanes, slowly approaching the emergency shoulder ahead without a clue about what to do afterwards; one thing’s for sure though: Y/N will definitely take refuge in LA.

At this point it’s safe to say that the town her father owns is probably the only home she ever had; not a very comforting notion yet the shocking revelation she accidentally stumbled upon a few hours ago doesn’t leave any room for alternatives.

You park as close as possible to the concrete railing and get out of the SUV, the cold air making you shiver since your coat is quite thin for the chilly spring afternoon. You start pacing around the car, hesitantly glaring at your cellphone. Should you make the call now or wait?... …

Might as well get it over with.

You press the screen on the sole name listed under “Important Contacts”: Dad.

The Joker’s phone number used to be there also; it got blocked and removed when you had to stop for fuel at a gas station back in Gotham.

Jase picks up right away and the sound of his familiar voice makes it harder to keep yourself together.

“Hey, kiddo.”

“Hi daddy,” you sniffle and bite on your lip, not wanting to cry. “How are you?”

“Not bad for an old man, kid. How’s my favorite daughter?” he asks and despite not remembering being more upset in your life, you still crack a smile since the mobster doesn’t have any other children.

“I’m OK dad,” you gulp and continue. ”I’m actually on my way to Los Angeles; I should be there tomorrow night.”

“That’s great, Y/N! I didn’t see you in a while and I sure miss you. How long are you staying?”

You take a deep breath, almost chocking on the painful words:

“Indefinitely…”

Absolute silence for a few seconds and then Jase growls:

“What the fuck did he do now?”

You sigh, choosing not to share the specifics of your decision.

“It’s just not working out…So I’m coming home…Can I use the house again please?” your request makes your parent cringe.

“That’s your house and you don’t need my permission to live there, kiddo. What’s going on, hm? You know you can tell me,” the 62 years old attempts to reason with the distressed Y/N: although she’s doing a decent job at hiding her heartache, he can read in between the lines.

“I’ll…I’ll be fine dad, don’t worry,” you mutter and your father knows better than to push for a confession; you’ll probably bring him up to date when you’ll be ready. “I think I’ll get on the road again; I have to cover as much distance as possible today.”

“Sure kid, I’ll see you soon. Drive safe!” Jase agrees because he realizes his daughter won’t be able to talk for longer: she sounds flustered and will probably burst into tears as soon as she hangs up.

“I will daddy. Bye…” is the faint answer the King of LA discerns before the conversation ends.

That son of a bitch! Jase grinds his teeth, angered at the simple affirmation of what he feared for months: The Joker was the wrong choice and certainly didn’t deserve your affection.

You were in love with him regardless.

So what the hell happened?!

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Five hours ago

You were beyond excited to see J after the four days business trip; your father had a special request for his daughter to help smoothing out a transaction with one of his main New York partners and you obliged. Things went better than expected: Y/N managed to finish the assignment a day earlier which made the anticipation of being reunited with her boyfriend feel like a well-deserved bonus.

You rushed out of the elevator straight into the living room at the Penthouse and your enthusiasm got cut off when you saw this woman wearing one of your silk robes nonchalantly organizing piles of money in a few suitcases scattered on the floor. Her eyes got big when she noticed your presence.

“You’re early,” the woman concluded, more annoyed than surprised. “Weren’t you supposed to return tomorrow?”

You gazed at her with contempt, unaware of how bad it was.

“Who are you?” you frowned, heart beating so fast it was deafening.

She smirked, taking it upon herself to brief the clueless Y/N about the truth despite knowing The Joker will go ballistic at her actions:

“I’m his wife you dumb girl.”

You seemed stupefied and she continued:

“He does this from time to time if it benefits us business wise. Though I have to admit one year is the longest I had to share him with anybody and I’m tired of it! My husband never tells me who the women are and I trust he’s doing whatever necessary to ensure our future. I’m sick of people not knowing he’s mine!” she raised her voice, jealousy taking over. “Who are you, hm? What’s so important about you that he didn’t break it up yet?” she got worked up, seeing that as her chance to unravel the mystery of The Joker’s lengthy relationship with the stunned Y/N.

“I’m the Godfather’s daughter,” you mumbled and her entitled smile died under the burden of understanding she messed up badly.  

Damn, The King of LA’s offspring! That’s why the money was pouring in from all the transactions with the other gang, that’s why The Joker kept you for so long. Oh God, he’s going to lose his mind! He should have said something to his wife about your identity, at least this time around: you were probably his most ambitious and lucrative project ever. Unfortunately, his other half screwed up beyond repair.

J’s voice coming from upstairs got you out of trance:

“Who are you talking to Nessa?” and he starting descending from the top floor with a little boy in his arms. Half way through he realized you were there and abruptly stopped, prompting the child to complain:

“Daaaaddy, I’m hungry.”

The Joker gazed at the two women in his life and didn’t get the opportunity to reply the burning question:

“You have a child?!...”

Y/N ran out of the premises, unable to fully comprehend what she witnessed by mere coincidence. She took the stairs, stumbling and almost falling on the way down; her ears were ringing and she could barely see a few feet ahead which was much better than the aftermath of the encounter happening at the Penthouse.

The Joker put his son down and urged him to go back to the master bedroom, stomping towards his petrified wife.

“What did you tell her??” he yelled so loud it made her shiver. “What did you say??” J pushed her against the wall and Nessa took a stance despite the survival instinct advising of the opposite.

“I didn’t know she is the Godfather’s daughter, ok? I’m aware we’re doing this for us, but you should keep me in the loop! I didn’t know who she was. I’m sorry, alright? I’m sorry!”

“You’re sorry???” he snarled and the eerie grimace on his face turned into genuine insanity. “You ruined all of it and you’re sorry?? Who gave you permission to open your mouth, huh?? I could have fixed this, I could have made her think I was cheating and patch it up!!!”

“Why are you so mad?...” she had the nerve to fight and J slammed her on the floor, livid at the defiant behavior. “Do you…do you actually like her??!”

“Shut up!” he kicked her and she couldn’t stop:

“Is that it?! You like her?!”

“I said SHUT UP!” The Joker got on top of Nessa and pinned her body under his, wishing to squeeze the life out of her with his bare hands for the total disaster she was responsible for.

“Mommy…” their three years old son whimpered, scared to see his parents like that; they were caught up in the feud and didn’t see Alexis sneaking downstairs. “Mommy…” the terrified little boy made his father postpone his rampage.

“You ruined my hard work,” he hissed and got off her. “One year down the drain and you have the audacity to inquire if I like her??! Do you know how much money we lost since Jase won’t do business with me after this??!!”

“I’m sorry baby,” Nessa kept on coughing and curled up in a ball.  

Alexis couldn’t stop sobbing and The Joker lift him up, panting with indignation while trying to suppress his rage.

“Sorry won’t fix shit!!!” he screamed and stormed out of the room, leaving his wife on the floor, grateful to have escaped his violent attack.

**************

After three months

You are at your father’s mansion, organizing his numerous accounts and updating wire transfers that need immediate attention after the settlements negotiated during the previous day.

“Done?” he uses his cane to knock at the opened door.

“Yes, dad. Probably 10 more minutes and I’m out of here.”

“Take your time kid,” he comes in and takes a stroll around his spacious office, wanting to share what he just found out.

You are completely absorbed into your assignment and Jase analyzes your features, delighted as always to see so much of him in his daughter.    

“Say Y/N,” he gets your attention,”wanna hear some news?”

“Hmm?” you lift your head up from the laptop, not overly curious to discover whatever he wants to share.

“Your ex nearly lost his life two days ago. Apparently an ambush. His wife was with him, my sources inform. She’s dead and he’s not doing well either,” your parent emphasizes the secret relationship and watches you squirm in your chair, startled at his unexpected revelation. “Is that why you left him?” the interrogation makes you hold your breath and he shakes his head, irritated. “You found out the jerk was married? Why didn’t you tell me?”

You exhale, cornered by the impulsive Godfather.

“Because I didn’t want the business partnership between Gotham and LA to be impacted by my personal life,” you blur out one of the main reasons for your silence.

“Business partnership?! When it comes to my family to you think I give a damn about monetary gain? Are you serious?!”

“I knew you would retaliate and I didn’t want him to think that I care. Because…because I don’t,” the sadness in your voice makes Jase calm down a bit.

“… … Why are you crying then?...” he pushes the box of tissue in front of his devastated daughter; you didn’t even realize tears are rolling down your face. Jase grabs your hand and pulls you up in his embrace, holding you closer when you start bawling your eyes out on his shoulder. “Nobody messes with my little girl,” he whispers and caresses your hair, somewhat discouraged by your objection:

“I’m 30 daddy,” you sniffle and bury your face in his shoulder again.

“Still my little girl,” your father grumbles, displeased his own flesh and blood thought she didn’t mean more to him than a few million dollars.

It’s clear you kept the secret for other reasons also, probably the most important being the embarrassment of finding out you were used and taken for an idiot by the man you obviously loved.

A whole year of lies and deceit…

The cut runs deeper when it comes from the person that meant so much it got you convinced to change your mind about not wanting children; The Joker probably laughed at your willingness to give him an heir when he already had one with his own wife.

The two of them definitely deserved each other, but he definitely didn’t deserve you.  

***********

2 weeks later at your house

“What does he want?” you sneer after one of the guards entrusted with your security told you Jonny Frost is here to ask for a meeting.

“I’m not sure, he says it’s an emergency. He has a little boy with him,” Nixon adds and you put aside the book you’re reading, intrigued. “Should I let him in?”

You nod a yes and furrow your eyebrows as soon as Frost enters the lounge: he’s carrying Alexis in his arms, the child fast asleep after the exhausting journey from Gotham to Los Angeles.

“Hello Y/N,” Jonny greets and you cut him off.

“What do you want?”

The Joker’s trusted henchman had a speech prepared for the encounter, yet given the current situation and the bitter look on your face he has to be as concise as possible.

“Mister J is very sick.”

“How is that any of my concern?!” you resentfully interrupt.

“Boss has to undergo a few surgeries since he can’t walk or talk properly,” Frost colors the big picture with a few carefully chosen words. “He left special instructions regarding his son: Mister J would like you to take care of Alexis in his absence.”

“Get out!” you snap and stand up from the couch. “Get out!” you repeat, disgusted by his demand. “The Joker has plenty of resources and people to fulfill his instructions. I AM NOT ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE!!!” you yell and the three years old is rubbing his eyes, almost woken up by the commotion. “How dare you come here and ask such a thing after what happened? Get out!”

“I didn’t know,” Jonny responds since he guessed exactly what you’re referring to. “I had no clue. And even if I knew, I couldn’t have said anything anyway,” his honesty doesn’t make it better. “Please take Alexis, I can’t go back with him; you know how Mister J is. Please Y/N,” Frost pleads and you bark:

“You have 20 seconds to disappear from my sight!!”

Nixon and four other goons approach, signaling Jonny to follow them because it’s evident the fuming Y/N is not thrilled with the uninvited guests. Frost has no other option besides leaving the premises, wondering how he’s going to explain his failure to The Joker.

“Ava!” you address the woman patrolling the western corridor of the house. “Have the crew ready in one hour, I need to pick up some diamonds from Enzo Neroni.”

Jonny is too far to discern the rest of the conversation and a simple plan flourishes in his brain: Enzo is one of the smugglers J uses on a regular basis also. Frost knows exactly where to find him and this might be the only chance that will act in his favor.

At this point he has nothing to lose.

************

“What is he doing here?” you point out at The Joker’s son as Enzo neatly places the purchased diamonds in tiny jewelry boxes.

“Uhh,” he shrieks. “Frost dumped him here until he can find a safe place for the kid. I guess his father will be out of commission for at least one month and he doesn’t want anyone messing with his offspring. I’m sure they’ll be some jumping at the opportunity. Get out of my way!” Enzo pushes the little boy and he falls on his knees, picking himself up afterwards. Alexis holds his teddy bear tighter, staring at all the strangers around and seems terrified.

“Can you not do that?” you smack your lips, aggravated.

“Do what?” Enzo halts his task. “You don’t want the gems in boxes? I can put them in pouches.”

“I was talking about the young boy,” you clarify your statement.

The smuggler lifts his shoulders up, defending his indifference.

“My warehouse is no place for children. Hey, don’t touch that!” he slaps Alexis’s hand when he reaches for a bottle of water on the table. “I didn’t say you can have it! I fucking hate kids,” he gives the three years old a mean look and it pisses you off.

“Are you thirsty?” you ask and snatch the water, opening the lid.

“U-hum,” Alexis barely manages to utter.

“Can I have this water or do I need permission too?” you mock and Enzo lifts his hands up in surrender, not wanting to initiate trouble. “Here,” you offer it to the little one and help him drink. He sure is thirsty since it takes a few good seconds before finishing. “Are you hungry?” and the child shrivels up, not answering your question. “Did you give him anything to eat?”

“No; I suppose I can send somebody to fetch some food when I have a moment,” Enzo groans and arranges the boxes inside the empty suitcase you came with.

“Do you think The Joker would be happy with that answer?” you frown and the reply bothers you more than it should:

“Mister J is not here, Y/N. I’m doing the best I can under the circumstances.”

“Your best sucks!” you mutter and take the hasty decision that will change the future for the parties involved, even if you don’t know it yet. “Where are his things?”

“In my van. Why?” Enzo is curious to hear.

“He’s coming with me, that’s why! Nixon, get the diamonds,” you order the bodyguard and you extend the palm of your hand, waiting for Alexis to take it. “Come on, let’s go,” you force a grin on your face and the little boy stalls until you encourage him again. “Come on,” and the small fingers are finally trapped within yours. “Don’t be scared, it’s ok,” you walk at his pace towards the exit.

Once you and your team are gone, Enzo dials Frost’s number and informs:

“She took him.”

Jonny is not big on religion but feels that today he was granted divine intervention.

“Oh thank God! That was so close to disaster,” he sighs, relieved.

“You better tell Mister J I didn’t do anything to his son! You know she’ll talk, I don’t want him coming after me. Tell him I actually helped and it was part of the plan. Do you fucking understand? I don’t want any trouble!”

“I’ll tell him,” Frost reassures and Enzo hangs up, wondering if it was wise to get involved in the messy situation.

**************

“I’ll tuck you in,” you pull the warm covers on top of Alexis and he anxiously wiggles after another thunder strikes in the distance. “It’s alright, it’s just a storm,” you try to make the little boy relax.

You were gone for most of the day and Ava was left in charge of the kid; at least he was bathed, fed and changed in clean clothes, undoubtedly safe under your roof just like his father wished.

“My name is Y/N. What’s your name?” you adjust his stuffed teddy bear under the blankets.

“Alexis…” he shyly whispers and gulps when another strong thunder shakes the house.

“That was close,” you wink and he nervously whimpers, distracted by the loud noise.

“Whe’s mommy?” Alexis suddenly asks. “I…I want my daddy,” his eyes get teary because he doesn’t know you and he’s frightened.

A three years old can’t possibly fathom why he doesn’t see his mother anymore and why his dad disappeared also.

“They’re not here…” you bite on your cheek. “You’ll stay with me for a while.”

“I want my moommyyy,” the boy starts crying and you don’t really know what to do.

You get under the covers and pull him in your arms, attempting to comfort an agitated child that squirms to escape the stranger’s embrace.

“Ssssstt, it’s ok,” you keep on gently rocking him and another powerful thunder makes Alexis instinctively cling to your nightgown. “You’re ok, it’s just nasty weather. It will go away,” you caress his hair with one hand and use the other to hug him again. “There you go, don’t cry. It’s fine…” you smile and his eyes gaze into yours, totally immersed in your soothing presence. “Ssstttt, you’re good,” you cuddle with the kid, protectively holding him until his body is not tense anymore.

The Joker’s son is falling asleep and even if the raging tempest wreaks havoc outside, someone showing him affection after being tossed around all day makes him cozy. Alexis has no idea that the woman tricked into taking care of him has no obligation to do so; in fact quite the opposite. His luck has changed tonight especially since there are several groups interested in taking advantage at J’s present misfortune.

The secret is out and can’t be swept under the carpet: The King of Gotham was married and he does have a child. With many enemies lurking in the darkness waiting for a chance to strike, it’s a miracle it didn’t happen yet.

But a miracle never lasts for long and destiny has a funny way of making everyone pay their debts.

Or send unexpected help from a person that shouldn’t lift a finger in granting safe haven to a little boy that reminds Y/N of his father’s deception.

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[kasienda]

2018 Fanfic Year In Review

1 List of fics completed this year: 8!! Though I might be cheating by including each reveal as its own fic, but to be fair to myself, each reveal is a self-contained story, so… I think it counts!) Going it Alone – finished the last two chapters in 2018 after almost a year with no updates! It’s still surreal that this is a finished product!  Box of Chocolates – Series of One-shots for @mamousaweek 2018!  Reveals - where various characters (usually UsaMamo) figure out someone’s or each other’s identities: Touch Gratitude Unworthy Secrecy Fatherhood Disappointment I also started these two new gems: Cravings for Chocolate Milkshakes - my dive into writing comedy Coming of Age - sequel to Going it Alone that loosely follows the Black Moon Arc of the anime and manga.  And I pulled off a whole single update way back in February for: Invisible Wounds - Kind’ve a medical drama that includes a romantic plot for Ami x Zoi. And has some major feminist themes (that I mostly haven’t gotten to yet...)   2 Number of words written: 77,816!!!!!!! Holy shit! That is so much higher than I thought it was! It didn’t feel like that much! I have felt sooooo slow. (I apparently just have too many projects going at once, so it often feels like I’m not making forward progress). I’m so excited. Thank you for making me do this @floraone​, if only for this revelation! 3 Your most popular fic: Going it Alone – this story has twice as many hits, comments, follows, and faves than the next runner up in my writing library. To be fair though, it didn’t collect all of those in 2018 as this story took me four years to complete. I think Coming of Age and Cravings for Chocolate Milkshakes may surpass it, as they have way more follows/faves than Going it Alone had in its first year.  4 Your personal fav: Coming of Age – I know I’m not that far into this one. I truly think I’ve bitten off more than I can chew, but goodness, I love this story – both what is already there, and where it’s going.  5 Your fav scene: Right now? Probably the opening chapter of Cravings for Chocolate Milkshakes. But I reserve the right to change my mind! I just like the dynamic of mixing Usagi into Mamoru’s head. It was so fun, especially when he has absolutely no clue what is going on. It’s an easy piece for me to read over again and it still makes me laugh!  6 A fic or scene that challenged you: What fic doesn’t challenge me?! Invisible Wounds and Coming of Age both feel so big!! And that feels overwhelming at times (So did Going It Alone when I was in the middle, so there’s definitely hope!). In Invisible Wounds I feel like I’ve JUST finished the intro arc (assuming a three arc structure) and it’s already 33k words long! Sheesh! And with Coming of Age, I’ve barely dipped a toe in and it’s already stretching me because I really want it to live up to the vision in my head, which is EPIC!  And then there’s Cravings for Chocolate Milkshakes. This is a romantic comedy! And comedy is HARD and not my natural genre at all, especially when I don’t want it to fall into the category of crack fic. I love how light hearted a fun it is though! And I am so proud of it, even though I have to fight for every bit of it, or maybe I’m so proud of it because I have to fight for every bit of it!  7 A line of writing you’re proud of: Again, it’s hard to pick. Let’s go with this exchange… “I love you too Usako,” Mamoru whispered back. “Are you okay?” “I am. It’s just much easier to imagine now.” “What is?” “What it must have been like for you,” she confided. “After your parents died.” His arms around her tightened. “Let’s make it different for Chibiusa.” 8 A comment that touched you: Guys! There are too many. This month it has been FuN FiFi. This person has slowly methodically gone through every one of my stories this past month, and left a gushing review on each of them. This was the last one they sent just this past week completing my library. I haven’t had the energy to respond, but after a few days of crying, and then a few days of pulling my hair out, these were the absolute best pick me ups. 

Pia Bartolini was another that sent me so many reviews for lots of different stories, and got me writing again after a period of writing inactivity. 

Whenever @floraone​ starts rambling with everything in caps. Like you can just tell how overcome she is with all the feels – it just rolls off the page EVEN IN HER REVIEWS! 

Here’s something similar from @queenrisa14​! Where you can just tell, this fic touched her. That means the world to a writer. 

And this last one holds a truly special place because it’s from my sister. She knows all my fandoms – we were obsessed with them together growing up! And yet, she doesn’t always read them right when they come out. And then suddenly I’ll get a million reviews from her or better yet, a phone call and we’ll talk about my stories and these characters for hours! Cravings for Chocolate Milkshakes was inspired by one of these phone calls.

9 Something that inspired your writing: Honestly? Mostly life probably. I wrote the majority of Going it Alone over two years while feeling isolated, depressed, inadequate, and hopeless. You can bet Coming of Age already channels (and will continue to do so) my experience as a parent, and Invisible Wounds is definitely a product of spending too much time in hospitals and learning to become some kind of nurse myself for my medically complex son.

A lot of the reveals and one shots, I feel were inspired here on Tumblr. From people sending me ideas and prompts! From lovely artwork and fan art. From brainstorming sessions with @floraone​, @tinacentury, and my husband​. Also from comments and reviews!! I cannot tell you the number of times getting a gushing review after a long time of silence has specifically sent me opening up all the story documents determined to finish something! 10 Your proudest accomplishment (that one scene; finally finishing that one fic; posting your first fic; etc): Can I go back up to that word count?! My life has been insane (and hard) this year (especially since June), and just to see that I never stopped writing through any of it, even though it felt like I didn’t have any time, well, that just feels really good!!

#Year in Review #On writing #Fan Fiction #I deal with life by writing #Sailor Moon #Reflection #My Own Content #Life of a writer

[ellanainthetardis]

Sorry I missed last week’s update, I forgot I had a dance competition! Let’s see what today brings for our couple, shall we? ;)

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62. 10 Months & 31 Weeks

“You know.” Haymitch snorted sleepily. ��Babies are supposed to keep you up once they’re born, not before.”

“Tell that to your son.” Effie countered, squeezing his hand by reflex when a small foot hit… whatever it was again.

She was lying on her side, facing the armchair Haymitch had settled in for the night, studying his features just so her eyes wouldn’t dart to the shadows in the corners of the room. To be fair, it barely resembled a hospital room anymore, decorated as it was, and it had become familiar enough that she didn’t always feel like she was in a strange place when she woke up. But it was still difficult at night to chase the memories away, so much so that she usually only fell asleep around two or three and slept in in the morning. Whoever was with her tended to stay up and distract her until she drifted off and then spend the whole morning at home to nap.

When Johanna had left for Four, eager to get back to her own family, Haymitch and Elindra had started taking turns spending the night at the clinic, occasionally replaced by Peeta if they were really tired. Haymitch was really trying to be a little more sensible, all the more so because it allowed him more time with April.

She still liked it better when it was his turn to spend the night with her though. Elindra usually read fashion magazines or talked her ear off about acquaintances Effie hadn’t seen in years – she wasn’t sure Haymitch realized how high the phone bill would probably be – and while it worked well enough to keep her mind occupied, she loved the easy companionship with her husband better.

“Still kicking?” he mumbled, his grey eyes traveling from her face to her stomach. His head was propped on a cushion he had wedged between his cheek and the back of the armchair.

Aidan didn’t seem to be able to keep still that night.

She hummed in answer, rubbing her side with her free hand. “How is the potty training going?”

That was a part of April’s life she hadn’t been able to be involved in given that it took place at home and while it certainly wasn’t a glamorous one, she felt cheated out of the experience.  

“Not awesome.” he shrugged. “Still a work in progress. Will be some time yet.” He was silent for a moment and then squeezed her hand. “I’ve ordered the furniture you wanted for the nursery. Should be delivered soon.”

“Oh, that’s great!” she beamed but soon sobered up. “I wish I could help…”

“You help by growing our baby.” he reminded her. “Besides… Between the dog and your daughter, I’ve got all the help I need…”

He told her all about the little competition April and Snowball seemed to have going on. Apparently, they were both trying to sneak stuffed toys meant for the baby out of Aidan’s room. It made her chuckle.

“I miss being home.” she whispered.

“I know.” he sighed. “Snowball’s going crazy. Keeps sniffing me all over when I come back and then he whines and refuses to move for hours. He misses you bad.”

“I miss him too.” she pouted. “If I had him to cuddle at night, I would not be so afraid.”

“Yeah, well… Dogs aren’t welcome here and he’s too big to sneak him in.” he shrugged.

Something in his voice gave him away and she frowned. “Did you try?” He winced guiltily and she wasn’t sure if she ought to laugh or be mad. “Haymitch!”

“What?” he grumbled. “He’s all miserable and you want to see him… Really doesn’t see what the big deal is about. He isn’t dirty or whatever.” Laughter won and she muffled her chuckles in her pillow. He smirked, pleased to have amused her. “Katniss has been taking him hunting to keep him busy. He brought a rabbit home, the other day. Your mother wasn’t impressed. Climbed on top of the kitchen’s table and screamed like a banshee. I thought the house was on fire or something…” She couldn’t help but laugh harder at the picture he was depicting, perfectly imaging Elindra perched on the table and Snowball sitting right there, his head tilted to the side, a dreadfully dead rabbit proudly dangling from his mouth. Haymitch’s eyes were twinkling with mirth and she wondered how much of that had been an accident. “Think she’s decided to become a vegetarian now.”

“You are an awful, awful man.” she rebuked, chuckles in her voice.

“Might teach her to mind her own fucking business.” he grumbled.

Effie lifted sympathetic eyebrows. “What did she do?”

He scoffed. “Hope you like blue ‘cause I came back one day and there were new blue curtains in our bedroom. It matches the new rug I never asked for.”

It was probably lucky that with all their self-imposed shifts of Effie duty he and her mother didn’t spend that much time together. They often only met for a few minutes at a time and their conversations revolved around her or April. Haymitch and Elindra were both careful to avoid dangerous topics.

However, her mother was still her mother…

“That is mild.” she commented. “And easily rectified.”

“Sure.” he added. “So you’re not gonna mind that your whole wardrobe’s been reorganized by colors, yeah? ‘Cause I kinda mind her touching my damn underwear.”

“She touched my clothes?” she gasped in alarm. “You did not let her toss anything away, did you? She will if you do not put your foot down! She will claim it is worn out or out of fashion and all my favorite outfits will be gone!”

“Don’t think she tossed anything away, no.” he shrugged. “But I can’t make sense of her system. My stuff’s all in the drawers now. Ain’t sure where she put your lingerie. Everything’s upside down.”

She pursed her lips, not quite happy to hear that. Elindra had been granted the free use of her house for weeks at this point though, so it wasn’t that surprising. She supposed she should consider herself happy if she didn’t find her home completely refurbished when she came back but…

“I will talk to her about…” The rest of her sentence ended in a sharp intake of breath.

“You’re okay?” Haymitch worried, suddenly more alert. He sat up straighter and studied her attentively.

“Yes.” she breathed out slowly. “It was a strong kick, that is all.”

She rubbed her stomach, waiting for the pain to pass, mustering a faint smile when he placed his hand next to hers.

“You’ve gotta stop kicking Mama like this, jellyfish…” he murmured, bringing his face closer to her stomach so the baby could hear him better. “You’re not being really nice to her…” He pressed a quick kiss against the tight fabric of the nightgown she was wearing. “You need to go easy on Mama, Aidan, she’s having a hard time.”

Her smile softened because she loved seeing him like that. It was so rare… Well, perhaps not so rare since April but it still felt precious like something that had been hard-earned.

“You know, I have been thinking…” she hummed.

“You don’t say.” he teased and got his forearm whacked for his trouble.

“We should have a girl name ready.” she finished, preferring not to address his teasing.  

He lifted his eyebrows in surprised. “You’ve been adamant it’s a boy from the start.”

“Yes, but I would rather avoid a repeat of what happened last time.” she argued. “Just in case.”  

“Okay.” he agreed, slouching in the armchair again, a small smirk on his lips. “But for the record, sweetheart, if they get that wrong with all the ultrasounds they’ve been doing, I’m pretty sure we should get the hell out of here and find another clinic.”

He had a point, of course. It was highly unlikely they would be having another girl. However, she had been caught off guard the last time and she wouldn’t let that happen again. “Still.”

“Tell you what…” he teased. “If it’s a girl, you get to choose.”

She lifted her eyebrows. “You always hate the names I choose.”

“Yeah, but since I’m pretty sure it’s a boy, I’m gonna take my chances.” he shrugged.

“You are not taking this seriously.” she pouted.

His grey eyes were twinkling in amusement. “You’re so perceptive, Princess.”

“I truly think… Ow.” Her sentence ended in a painful expiration and she grabbed her stomach, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

“Effie?” Haymitch frowned, worry all over his features. “You’re sure it’s just kicking?”

She took a moment to recover, to make sure the pain was gone, and then she licked her lips.

“No.” she admitted. “This one felt like a contraction.”

He shot out of his armchair in a flash. “I’ll go get a nurse.”

He wasn’t gone long enough for her to completely panic. She tried to keep it together, taking deep calming breaths in and out, but fear was gut-gripping. It wasn’t just the fact that pain in this environment would more likely than not mean that she would lose control of her mind and fall back into her memories. Thirty-one weeks was too soon. Not soon enough that it would be hopeless but bad nonetheless. Her baby would have to go in an incubator and there would be tubes and he would be too small and he would need help breathing and…

“Sweetheart.” Haymitch called right before reentering the room, a nurse hot on his heels. She immediately outstretched a hand that he grabbed and squeezed hard. “It’s okay, sweetheart… I’m right here. Everything’s gonna be fine.”

The nurse had a professional calm and preppy cheerfulness Effie particularly appreciated and she let herself be guided onto her back so she could be examined. Haymitch distracted her all the while by petting her hair. His face was closed and guarded, his features schooled in a blank mask, but she could tell he was afraid too.

Another contraction hit before she could try to comfort him and she closed her eyes and pressed the back of her head against the pillow, waiting for the pain to pass. She remembered this. Being helpless and writhing in pain on a hospital bed while Haymitch sat at her bedside. She remembered thinking it shouldn’t have been that painful to be sewed back together, perhaps more painful than being torn apart.

“You’re safe. You’re in Twelve. You’re with me.” he mumbled automatically without her needing to ask him. “Say it, sweetheart. Where are you?”

“In Twelve. With you.” she repeated dutifully, clinging to that thought with all her might. “Safe…”

She was a bit hesitant about the last part but he leaned in and pressed a short kiss against her lips.

“The good news is your water didn’t break and there is no bleeding.” the nurse declared. “The bad news is that it was definitely a contraction. I’m going to call Doctor Larcher.”

“Is she going to have the baby?” Haymitch asked, his voice betraying his nervousness.

“Not tonight if we can help it.” the woman promised, sounding reassuring. “I will call Doctor Larcher and I’ll be right back.”

“It’s too early.” she whispered once the nurse was gone.

“It’s not the worst odds.” Haymitch countered firmly, shaking his head. “I’ve been doing some reading… Thirty-one weeks is okay. Ninety-five percent survival rate.”

“Ninety-five?” she hissed.

“Five babies on a hundred…” he started.

“When have the odds ever been in our favor, Haymitch?” she snapped, pressing her hands against her round stomach. She wasn’t even that big. The baby was small, smaller than April had been at any rate… “You need to stay inside, Aidan. You need to stay inside for a few more weeks.”

The nurse came back and put her on a drip with a solution that should hopefully calm the contractions, promising the doctor was now awake and on his way over. Effie didn’t think Larcher lived too far from the clinic.

“Tell me about girl names.” Haymitch demanded, one of his hands on her stomach and the other coiling around her wrist.

“Dolly.” she said at once without a second of hesitation. “Short for Dolphrina.”

He blinked and then scoffed. “Over my dead body.”

“You said I could pick it.” she reminded him.

He shook his head. “I take it back.”

“We could always use Lyssandra.” she hummed.

“You wanna name our baby after a sister you can’t stand most of the time.” he snorted.

“I love my sister.” she denied. “And we are doing much better lately. Very well, let’s hear your girl names then.”

“Who is having a girl?” Doctor Larcher frowned, walking in while putting on his white coat.

It was so obvious they had dragged him out of bed that Effie felt a pinch of guilt.

“Us, apparently.” Haymitch taunted – for her benefits, she figured, to keep her focused on something else. “You know, in case you’ve misread the ultrasound again.”

The doctor’s eyes darted from the file he was reading to him for a second. “With all the ultrasounds we’ve been doing, if I had that wrong I think you should consider finding a better doctor.”

Haymitch smirked and nudged her arm. ���A point well made, yeah?”

She rolled her eyes. “Doctor, the baby…”

“We are going to wait and see if the solution works.” Larcher declared.

“But…” she tried to argue and bit down on her tongue when pain flared again.

The doctor checked his watch and made a note in his file. “Effie, I know this is all very…”

“Yes, I know.” she hissed through her teeth. She knew that tune by heart now. “I should try to relax.”

“Exactly.” Doctor Larcher nodded with an apologetic wince. He dragged an empty chair on the other side of the bed from Haymitch and sat down.

The next hour was slow going. Effie kept up a conversation because it was the only way to keep the anxiety at bay and she suspected the two men were very aware of that because they humored her. She apologized for having forced the doctor to leave his house in the middle of the night, making a joke about his wife probably not appreciating that only to be horrified at her own blunder when the man told them he was a widower. In all that time, she had never thought to ask. She knew he had children – the youngest was about to graduate high school, apparently – and she had never paused to think about their mother. The war, she sometimes forgot, hadn’t happened only to them.

There were two more contractions and then nothing for more than half an hour.

Eventually, as she was starting to drift off, exhausted by the ordeal and the stress, Larcher quickly examined her – complete with an ultrasound that confirmed that the baby was a boy – and determined they were out of the woods for now but promised to hang around the clinic for the rest of the night just in case. Haymitch walked him back to the door and Effie curled up on her side again, mindful of the needle in the crook of her elbow. Her eyelids drooped despite her will.

“You think we can make it to thirty-seven weeks?” he asked quietly.

There was a small silence on the doctor’s part and then a small sigh. “I think the more time we can get, the better. Thirty-seven weeks is the golden goal but it is likely to happen before that.” Her eyelids were heavy but she forced them open in time to see Haymitch rub his face and Larcher place a comforting hand on his shoulder. “We are keeping on top of the situation, Haymitch, there is nothing else we can do right now. Don’t think of the worst case scenario.”

The worst case scenario being her and the baby not surviving, she figured, closing her eyes again.

Haymitch slowly came back toward the bed and dropped on the chair the doctor had vacated, nestling his head near her stomach. She fell asleep to his low whispers to their baby.

She was vaguely aware of nurses waking her up at several points to take her vital signs, of the quiet but steady conversation they exchanged with Haymitch… She was too exhausted to do more than mumble answers to their questions. She didn’t even try to stay awake.

She only woke properly mid-morning when a small hurricane invaded her bedroom in the shape of Katniss and April. She wasn’t sure who kicked the door open – she would have said the girl but their daughter was just as much a likely culprit. Her mother was following close behind and didn’t seem entirely happy with that sort of manners.

“Good morning!” Elindra exclaimed before Haymitch could shush them all – and he tried, with a finger against his lips and a dark glare.

“It’s alright.” she whispered before he could start admonishing them, smiling at the picture of Katniss holding both of April’s hands above her head and helping her walk. It was slow going and more often than not Katniss was forced to pull on the small arms to help the baby keep her balance. “Hello, my darlings!”

April looked up with a happy cry at the sound of her voice. Katniss lifted her up so she could sit on the bed and Effie immediately cuddled her daughter close to her chest, running her fingers in her soft blond hair.

It didn’t escape her notice that Haymitch had grabbed Elindra’s arm and had pulled her to the side or that they were now talking in hushed voices.

Katniss glanced at them and frowned, perching on the edge of Effie’s bed. “Everything’s okay?”

She forced a smile. “We had a little fright last night, nothing to be concerned about.”

“What kind of fright?” the girl insisted, worry lacing her voice.

“Contractions.” Haymitch grumbled, turning away from her mother to come and poke their daughter in the side, prompting her to laugh and wriggle. “Papa doesn’t get cuddles, shrimp?”

“Contractions?” Katniss repeated, searching his eyes. “Is it bad?”

“What do you think, sweetheart?” he mocked with far too much bite.

“Enough, Haymitch. Do not be rude.” she rebuked, patting the girl’s hand. “I am fine, dear.”

“No, you’re not.” he argued but, faced with Elindra’s and Effie’s matching pursed lips, he stopped talking. He grabbed April and nuzzled her neck to make her laugh again, walking to the window to look outside.

“My apologies. He is tired.” she sighed. “It was a long night.”

“He is going straight home to rest.” Elindra declared. That was met with a scoff and a “Fat chance”. He didn’t even bother turning to face them. Her mother huffed and glared at his back before clearing her throat. “Lyssa was planning to visit this week-end with the boys but… Perhaps it would be wiser to wait until you feel better, yes?”

Effie was torn. She would have loved to see her sister and her nephews but…

“I think it might be better.” she agreed, trying to be reasonable. “I think I need calm.”

“And rest.” Haymitch added.

“You want us to go?” Katniss asked, not unkindly, pressing her hand. “We can come back later this afternoon with Peeta.”

What she wanted to was to enjoy the time with April and Katniss both but, truth be told…

“I could sleep a little more…” she admitted.

“Then, you sleep.” the girl nodded once, as if it was decided. She hopped from the bed and turned to her mentor, hands on her hips. “Haymitch, we’re going home.”

“I’m staying.” he dismissed.

“Do you want me to call Jo back?” Katniss challenged.

Haymitch tossed her a look over his shoulder, more amused than anything. “You think I’m scared of Jo?”

“I do not know if you are scared of Johanna but you should be scared of me.” Effie hissed, folding her arms in front of her chest. “We have an agreement, I believe. If you spend the night with me, you go home in the morning.”

“Special circumstances.” he spat. “If you think I’m gonna leave you when…”

“Haymitch, you are being preposterous.” Elindra cut in. “You will be twenty minutes away.”

“It’s twenty minutes too far.” he retorted.

“I am fine now.” Effie argued.

“Yeah, now.” he growled. “Who’s to say you’re not gonna have contractions again in two hours?”

April was wriggling in his arms and he shifted her to his other side, distractedly pressing a kiss on the top of her head.

“So, that’s your brilliant plan?” Katniss mocked. “You’re going to stay in the clinic all the time until the baby’s born?”

“What’s wrong with that?” he sneered.

“Well, last time you did that you collapsed for a start.” the girl shot back.

“It is not up for discussion anyway.” Elindra scowled in her best authoritative voice. “I will stay.”

“Listen to me, lady, there’s no fucking way I…” he started.

“You are distressing me.” Effie interrupted him with a pout. He fell silent and stared at her as if she had grown a second head. “I do not want to worry about you. Please, go home, get some rest and then come back. If you stay, I will just worry you will faint again.”

“I didn’t faint.” he scowled.

“It certainly looked like fainting to me.” she deadpanned.

“Yeah, well I like collapse better.” he snorted. “A bit more manly.”

“Yes, because protecting your virility is the prime concern here.” she snorted.

“Dada!” April babbled, tugging on his hair to get his attention. She launched in a gibberish monologue that made very little sense to them but seemed really important to her.

“Darling, do you want to go see Snowball?” Effie asked with a sweet smile. “Do you want Papa to take you to play with Snowball?”

April looked at her for a second before her face brightened. “Bowl!” She tugged on Haymitch’s hair harder. “Bowl! Bowl! Bowl!”

He rolled his eyes at Effie’s smug expression.

“Fine.” he relented. “But for the record, using my daughter against me is playing dirty, Princess.” He glared at Elindra. “You call me if she’s got so much as a fucking headache.”

“Uck!” April repeated joyfully, making everyone in the room wince.

He kissed Effie hard before he left, letting her cuddle April for a moment too, and then let Katniss drag him away clearly against his better judgment.

Once alone, Elindra let out a long sigh and settled in the armchair, fishing a manicure set from her purse and setting to work on her nails. “Your husband is impossible, dear. I vow to never complain about mine again.”

“He loves me too much.” she whispered, settling back down to get more sleep, her eyelids already drooping.

“That, he does.” Elindra agreed. “That, he does…”

#hayffie #effie trinket #haymitch abernathy #april showers

[miresims]

I’m still playing on the same save file so I thought I would update their story a little bit more.

I actually never went back to play with Ezra, Elio and Esther (wow I only just noticed they all have the same initials: EB). Instead, I started playing with Skye and her family. But first let me talk about Indigo, Benjamin and Jack.

I completed Indigo’s painter aspiration which is one of the easiest in the game. I never got Benjamin to the last level of the floral arranging skill but it gets kinda boring after a while so don’t blame me lol. They did have a money tree, which kind of solved all their money problems. Their house was a little small imo which is why when Jack grew up I gave him the mansion aspiration. I figured he’d want to live in a bigger house. I noticed Benjamin’s sister was a widow with no kids and a fortune so I moved her in with them while I was playing with Skye’s household lol But yeah, thanks to Aunt Isla, Jack had a lot of money for that mansion. Plus the money tree? Yeah, his life was solved. Anyways, Isla and then Benjamin died so it was just Indigo, Jack and Cleveland (their dog) when I went back to play with them. Jack then met this mean girl and made her his girlfriend and then asked her to move it. She was actually an alien but I don’t like playing with them so I made her human (fuck aliens tbh) and changed her mean treat bc mean sims are annoying to have in a household jksjdksd. Anyways, they haven’t gotten married yet but they have a kid named Juniper. Also I moved them to Oasis Spring to a house I got from the gallery because I was tired of the weather in Brindleton Bay and all my current households live there for some reason. So yeah, that means that Jack’s aspiration is pretty close to being achieved because the house they live in now is a lot bigger than the one in Brindleton Bay (thanks again Aunt Isla) but yeah. That’s where they are right now. They have 2 dogs and 1 cat, btw. And Indigo died too. Their house is a little too big for my tastes and it’s kind of hard to play with them (my laptop sucks) so idk if i’ll play more with them... not sure yet.) Maybe I’ll get them married and stuff I always like doing weddings lol. Also, Juniper is just a toddler still but I think she might have gotter her father’s eyes which makes me super happy fjkfj I love that they’re still getting a founder sim’s feature. I love it. 

Now, Skye, Sebastian and Sasha (these initials were on purpose, even their pets all start with S). I made Skye a scientist and Sebastian a botanist (cheated some promotions for them hehehe). Sasha became a teenager not long after I started playing with them. Now the story is that Sasha was kind of obsessed with dating. She wanted to have a boyfriend, no matter who. She liked this older kid Logan Scott but he aged up before she got the chance to romance him lol so she went after her friend Brennan. She liked Brennan, but she wasn’t in love with him. For new years she had told herself she had to get a boyfriend so she just dated him. And then... on her birthday to a young adult she cooled off their relationship lol. She was still in love with Logan so she went after him. Problem? Logan was already married to an older woman (Irene Jordan, one of Benjamin’s nieces and a widow). But yeah, Sasha dgaf and just made them get a divorce lol. Fortunately, Logan didn’t have any kids with Irene so that was okay but his step-sons were a little sad. Logan does have a kid with his half brother’s half sister........ which is something I didn’t know until I checked the family tree. MCCC things. I can’t remember her name but her last name is Pryce (which maybe makes her a distant relative of Sasha since her grandmother? was also a Pryce before she got married) But yeah, Sasha and ? Pryce are friends now. They invite Hugo (Logan’s kid) often to hang out with them. But yeah, as I was saying. Logan and Irene got a divorce and the moment the sad moodlet went away I made him propose to Sasha lol. They had a small wedding at home. Sasha’s dress is weird this time because the loading time is sooo long now (six generation problems what can i say) so i just married them in whatever the game gave them lol i like dressing the brides especially for their wedding days but yeah.. not if i have to wait 390293 years for it to load lol. Anyways, she was pregnant already but it was an accidental pregnancy (i have it 5% risk) but it doesn’t really matter she was gonna get pregnant the moment they were married anyways. Now, their careers. Sebastian was actually a really good baker, his special carrot cake recipe was famous around the neighboor and Sasha started baking thanks to her dad. She has a little bakery in Magnolia Promenade that isn’t making much money so far. Logan is a stay at home dad but he also helps at the bakery. Sasha bakes and Logan sells. Their kid is named Mackenzie.

I haven’t gone back to play with Eliott’s family again but he’s still happily married with Lauren, and he had two kids with her. Nate, who you can see, has the same tiny nose as his cousin Jack and Everly, who is still a toddler. Mary-Kate, Lauren’s kid, still lives with them. I think Nate might be the first blonde kid this family has had so far since Khloe but Khloe was already blonde when i added her to the game so. Mackenzie’s blonde too. 

Jack’s biological half-sister but actually his cousin, Esther Bradford got married pretty much the moment she aged up to a young adult. (thanks mccc) Her husband is named Ethan Grey and as you can see she’s pregnant and everything. So good for her.

I don’t think I’ll play with Eliott again but I think I could play with Esther at some point. So far I think I’ll keep trying to make Sasha’s bakery a success.