#because everything i now about shaws comes from ONE fanfic

[strunmah-mah]

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When you want to make shallow comparisons between Red Hood and Defacer and advertise it as bat-cest click bait.

#dc #jason todd #dick grayson #Shawn Tsang #how to comic book news sites come up with so many bad takes? #defacer is a former villian with a bad childhood and a temper #and she dated nightwing #si nightwin's basically dated red hood #that's all tis comes to #do these comic sited even read the comcis #because everything i now about shaws comes from ONE fanfic #and even i know she's more than that

[ollieofthebeholder]

to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest): a TMA fanfic

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Chapter 56: April 2017

“Statement ends.” Martin lowered the paper to the desk and held up his right hand in front of his face with a slight frown. It trembled slightly, in a way that usually only happened when he’d been in the tunnels for too long, or when he’d gone too long without eating. Never after reading a true statement. If anything, it was usually the opposite. “…Huh.”

He stared for a second longer, then shook his head minutely, took a deep breath, and flipped over the page with the research. Melanie’s handwriting. “Uh. We’ve been unable to make contact with Mr. Skinner, which is…disturbing, since this statement is barely more than two years old. His plumbing business is completely shuttered, his phone has been disconnected, and nobody seems to know where to find him. He is, or was, a real person, but he seems to have vanished off the face of the Earth immediately after giving his statement. And considering Gertrude was off on one of her ubiquitous trips at the time this statement was made, she probably never met him. Nothing in the folder indicates she was able to follow up with him either.”

He moved on to the next part of the research. “The woman identified only as ‘Megan’…well, she could be anybody, I guess, but Tim recalled that one of the victims of what we’re calling the ‘Anglerfish’ was named Megan Shaw. And considering two other names who went missing in the Old Fishmarket Close—Sarah Baldwin and Daniel Rawlings—have come up in other statements that belong to the Stranger, it’s a pretty good bet that this Megan is the same one. Obviously, the description of the other woman was so vague that there’s no real way to track her down, but from the sound of it, she’s not of the Stranger. In fact, I’d venture to say she was probably—hello, what’s this?”

In shifting the page to put it back in the file, he had dislodged a small scrap of paper. It wasn’t a sticky note, but it had obviously stuck to the back of the page; from the white flecks, he guessed it had somehow been brushed with correction fluid and adhered briefly to the research. It was still Melanie’s handwriting…and it had a name, a phone number, and a scribbled note that wouldn’t have made a lot of sense to most people. Martin, however, knew the cipher well because he’d helped Melanie come up with it almost twenty years previously.

He read it quickly, then blinked hard. Slowly, he said, “There…is one more possible lead we can track down on this one. I have a name and number of someone who…might have some additional information, and I’m going to meet with them as soon as I can, but for now, I think we’ve covered everything there is to cover. I just hope I never get the details of what happened to Mr. Skinner.”

He turned off the recorder and sat back in Jon’s chair, staring at the scrap of paper for a long moment. There was a prickling under his skin and behind his eyes he was very familiar with—a desire to know, to understand. And there were two ways he could satisfy that need. One was to go out into the Archives, figure out where Melanie was right now, put the note in front of her, and badger her into telling him what the fuck she was on about and why she hadn’t included it in the official research.

That would almost certainly put a serious strain on his relationship with his sister and make for an incredibly toxic work environment, so instead, Martin reached for his phone.

After making an appointment and concluding the call, Martin stared at the assortment of files on the desk in front of him. Most of them went beyond the Discredited section and well into the Crackpot realm—he didn’t even really need to read them to know that—and Mr. Skinner’s statement had been his one allotted real statement for the day. Part of him was tempted to go out and find another one to read. They didn’t even have to be finished with the research. Maybe he could grab one from the 1800s section, the ones that were too old to do any serious research into anyway, and get it on recording, just to…just to get the shaking under control. He didn’t exactly like recording the real statements, but they calmed him down a bit. Steadied his nerves, he supposed. Maybe they just gave him something to focus on that wasn’t his trauma and anxieties.

It hit him all at once that the line of logic he’d just trotted out was exactly the same one Gerry had used at age fifteen when Martin had challenged him about his smoking. With that in mind, he decided to see if it was low blood sugar after all and get something for lunch.

Food helped a little, but not much, and he knew he was a little tired and listless most of the afternoon. Still, he powered through the stack of statements to record. He was aware he wasn’t giving them as much care as he gave the real ones, or even that he usually gave this type of statement, but he hoped they were at least clear enough that they wouldn’t need to be redone later. And that someone wouldn’t fuss at him about them.

“Martin Blackwood, Archival Assistant at the Magnus Institute, recording statement number 0051612, statement of…oh, for fuck’s sake,” Martin sighed as his eyes fell on the part filled out by the statement-giver and recognized the handwriting, although not the name. “Statement of Private Rock Dunsel, given sixteenth December, 2005. Statement—”

The door opened just then and Tim poked his head in. “Oops, sorry, didn’t realize you were still recording.”

“It’s fine. It’s fake. Not even a good fake.” Martin flapped the statement in Tim’s direction. “I know this handwriting, it’s my brother’s. What’s up?”

Tim’s lips twitched like he wanted to smile, but his eyes were worried. “You okay, buddy? You look like you’re coming down with something.”

“I’m fine,” Martin lied. He wasn’t fine. Maybe he was coming down with something, but…he was pretty sure it was a bit more serious than that. He was pretty sure the statements were satisfying a hunger in him he hadn’t realized was there, and there wasn’t much he could do about it. He kept that to himself for the moment, though.

“We didn’t give you another Buried statement, did we?”

“No, it’s Stranger for sure. Maybe the Desolation got involved too? It’s the one about the Gwydir Forest.”

“Oh, yeah, that one.” Tim scanned Martin’s face for a moment. “I really don’t think you’re well, Martin. Look, it’s been a long week—hell, it’s been a long couple of months. There are three of us now, and you’ve already done the juicy one. The rest of these can wait. Take an early day. Go home and get some rest, yeah?”

Martin hesitated. He’d been planning to duck out early for his appointment anyway, had just been trying to figure out how and if to bring it up with the others, but…“I’ve gone home sick more often than the rest of you these last few weeks.”

Tim snorted. “I was in Venice for a week, remember? And I’m pretty sure Sasha’s been coming in later and later in the mornings. What’s Elias going to do, fire you?” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Don’t make me get Melanie involved.”

“What am I getting involved in?” Melanie’s voice floated from the direction of the desks.

“Nothing, Melanie,” Martin called back before Tim could answer. He leaned over and shut off the laptop. “Okay. Look, maybe I just…need some air or something. I’ve been down here all day, I guess I could use the break. I’m going to go take a walk, and if I still feel…wibbly, I’ll go home and make myself some soup, okay?”

Tim nodded. “I’ll call you later to see how you’re feeling. Or you call me. Either way, we’ll see you tomorrow.”

Martin managed a smile. “Sure. Thanks, Tim.”

He shrugged into his jacket, bumped his hip against Melanie’s shoulder, and said goodbye to Sasha, then stepped out into the chilly April afternoon.

The fresh air did help, a little—at the very least, it made his head a bit cooler—but Martin didn’t stay out in it long. He walked the length of the Thames for about twenty minutes, gave brief contemplation to skipping out of his appointment entirely, and knew he wasn’t going to do that. Instead, he turned and headed for the nearest Tube station.

It was a very straight shot from the Institute to his destination on the District line, but it did at least give him an opportunity to think. He wanted to consider what he was going to say, what exactly he wanted out of this interview, but instead he found himself asking, again, if he was sure this was a good idea.

Actually, screw that. He knew it was an objectively terrible idea. The actual question that needed to be answered was, which was the worse option—going through with it, or walking away?

Going through with it, said a voice in his mind that sounded very much like Gerry’s. Martin knew it was right. Gerry could—and did—resist his…patron or master or, or whatever Terminus was to him. It punished him for it, sometimes severely, but he still did it, he still walked away. Martin wasn’t quite that far along yet. If he walked away now…it wouldn’t be pleasant, probably, but it beat falling further into the clutches of the Eye. Even if he wasn’t going to use his powers, he was still seeking knowledge, of something probably better left alone, and just like when he’d poked into Carlos Vittery—or more accurately into the basement of the building, since he’d known even then it didn’t have anything to do with the statement—the consequences would be bad for him, and probably for everyone around him. Walking away would be the best option for him, no matter how much it hurt.

On the other hand…

Martin pulled out the scrap of paper again and studied it. The cipher naturally expanded and unfolded itself before his eyes so that he could read it as easily as if it was straightforward English. Still in Havering. Involved in Unknowing or just helping out? No connection to Trophy Room or Edinburgh.

If Melanie was looking into this, if she had this kind of information…then if Martin didn’t go, she would, or Jon would. Jon was in enough trouble as it was, and Melanie was still limping a bit from her trip to India. Setting aside the very high probability that one or both of them would get injured, again, if they acted on this information, the Ceaseless Watcher would deepen its hold on whichever of them went. Damn the consequences to himself. If the alternative was one or both of the people he cared about most in the world getting hurt, Martin would take the hit.

The train slowed down for his stop. Martin took a deep breath, tucked the paper back into his pocket, and exited onto the platform.

They had agreed to meet at a café a few blocks from the station. Martin glanced through the window, but didn’t see anyone meeting the description of the person he was supposed to see. That didn’t necessarily mean anything; she could have been hidden, or she could be in the back. For all he knew, she worked here. He was about to go in when he stopped and stepped to one side. He couldn’t walk away, but he didn’t have to be completely stupid.

Pulling out his phone, he hit one of the numbers on his speed dial and kept one eye on the street while he waited for his call to be picked up.

“Hey, Freckles, everything okay?” Tim’s voice sounded as cheerful as usual, but Martin caught the tiny note of worry.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Martin assured him. It wasn’t entirely a lie, but it wasn’t exactly the truth either. “Um, listen, I just…wanted to let you know. I’m meeting with someone mentioned in one of the statements—I made the appointment this morning. I, uh, I wasn’t going to say anything, but…”

“But you’ve decided not to be a total moron? I appreciate that. I take it it’s one of the real ones.”

Martin laughed, which surprised him. “It is, yeah. The one I recorded earlier today, actually. I should be done in an hour. If you haven’t heard from me by then, do me a favor and tell Melanie I’m following up on her lead. She should have some idea of where to storm looking for me.”

There was a long silence from the other end. “Okay. I won’t tell her what you’re up to until I’ve got your okay, either.”

“Thank you.”

“But you should.” Tim hung up before Martin could come up with a proper response to that.

Martin swore under his breath, put his phone back in his pocket, and headed inside to meet his appointment. She still wasn’t there, so he went to the counter to order, then sat down to wait.

It didn’t take long. It was as though she really had been hidden somewhere waiting for him, or maybe she’d just expected him to be late and would be startled to find him. Either way, he smelled her before he saw her—the scent of fire, but not like a bonfire or a candle or even a cigarette—not so much the smell of the smoke as of whatever was burning. Nobody else seemed to react, and it was gone quickly enough, but he turned his head and saw a short, squat woman with close-cropped dark hair push through the door and look around. Despite the chill of the early spring air, she wore a sleeveless top and didn’t seem to notice. Her eyes, too, were black, but even from where he sat, Martin could see the spark dancing in them, like smoldering coals.

And from the smirk that curled at her lips when she met his gaze, she knew him for what he was, too.

He didn’t bother standing as she approached. No amount of politeness was going to help him here, and no stretch of the imagination would have them on the same side. The best they could hope for was a cease—a temporary truce to have this conversation. “Jude Perry, I presume.”

Jude Perry, for there was no doubting who she was, stopped in front of him, hands on her hips. Her smirk deepened. “Well. You don’t look like much. So you’re the Archivist, are you?”

“I never said that. I only said I was from the Archives at the Magnus Institute.” Martin gestured to the seat opposite him. “I’m Martin Blackwood, I’m one of the assistants. Have a seat.”

Jude chuckled as she sat down, leaning back slightly and staring at him with those fire-filled eyes. She was obviously highly amused. Martin lifted an eyebrow briefly. “Something funny, Ms. Perry?”

At that, she cackled harder. “Uh, yeah.”

“Mmm. Well, I’m glad you’re amused,” Martin said dryly. He knew exactly what she thought was so funny, and he wasn’t going to rise to the bait. Two could play at that game. He nodded at the cup across from him. “Took the liberty of ordering for you. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Ah, and what is it? Hemlock tea?” Jude sneered, still laughing as she picked up the cup. The challenge in her face was clear, as was the triumph: whatever he had done, it seemed to say, it wouldn’t hurt her. She was beyond mundane means of death.

“One black coffee.” Martin took a sip of his own coffee—he rarely drank the stuff, but one look at this place and he’d known he wouldn’t trust the tea. “With room for milk.”

That fast, the smile dropped off Jude’s face, and the anger rose in her eyes. Had she been anyone else, the temperature would have dropped several degrees; as it was, it rose to an almost uncomfortable level. Martin kept his face neutral through long practice. “Tell me, have you had one since Agnes died?”

“Don’t you fucking mention her,” Jude snarled.

“Please. I’ve heard that before. And from things much scarier than you,” Martin shot back. “But sure, I’ll leave her out of this. I just have a few questions for you. You can answer them, or you can leave now, no harm done. Your call.”

“And if I choose to do neither?” Jude said softly. “If I set you and this whole place on fire?”

“You think I chose this place on accident? It’s a chain. One of six owned by the same man, a big shot who lives in a three point two million pound house in Kent. And it’s the least profitable of the six. You burn this place down and the owner gets a nice, fat insurance payoff for it. The barista’s been pulling doubles because she’s the only employee willing to work weekdays, she’s one bad shift away from a complete breakdown, so even if she doesn’t get injured on the job she still gets paid while the place is closed and has a chance to rest. The man closest to the door is at the lowest point he’s ever been. The woman over there hasn’t worked in three months and is about to be evicted. The couple in the back is on the verge of a breakup, and the person at the counter has been in the same nothing position at the same nothing company going nowhere fast for the last ten years. Your god won’t give a damn about any of this if you try to give it to him as an offering.” Martin took a quick breath, hoping it would look like he was stopping for air and not like he was trying to figure out where the fuck that had come from. “And killing me won’t do you any good, either. Gerard Keay calls me brother. So unless you want to find out what one of Terminus’ agents can do to you—and I think they’re the only ones beside the Hunt who might be able to do something to you—I suggest you chill.”

Jude growled. “That’s not funny.”

“I know.” Martin stared her down like he had nothing to lose. “So, do we have a truce?”

There was a long moment of silence, during which Martin could hear the liquid in Jude’s cup—and his own—start to boil. Finally, she growled, “Fine. Ask your questions.”

Martin set down his coffee. Thermodynamics meant it would probably cool down eventually, but laws of nature meant very little around the Fourteen, so he wasn’t going to risk it right now. “Did you burn down a section of Gwydir Forest last year?”

“Not alone, but yes.” Jude’s smirk returned, seemingly involuntarily. “You should have seen how devastated they were, such a loss.”

“I’ll bet. Why?”

Jude recoiled. “Stop that!” she snarled, although Martin wasn’t entirely sure what he’d done. “And it was because Nikola Orsinov asked us to. She was done with the place, and we’re always happy to help…when that help is destroying something someone loves.”

Martin knew that didn’t just involve places. Or people. “And of course you know exactly what that feels like.”

“I told you to leave her out of this.”

“Did I say a name? Did I say anyone’s name. I just said you know what that feels like.” Martin matched Jude’s glare with one of his own. “You don’t get as deep into this as you are without sacrificing something. Or having it taken from you. And really, if you thought It would let you keep anything you loved more than it, you’re even stupider than I thought.”

“That’s pretty rich coming from you,” Jude said.

“Yeah, I know, I’m an idiot, I walked right into your cunning trap, I work for the weakest and most powerless of the Fears, blah blah blah. Tell me something I haven’t heard a million times.” Martin threw up his hands, slightly exasperated. “Fine, whatever. I’m completely at your mercy. If you’re going to kill me, just…kill me already. Nobody actually knows where I am, and you’ve got—” He glanced at the clock on the wall. “Forty-seven minutes before anyone even starts worrying about where I am. If it’s so easy, and you’re just going to waste my time, just kill me.”

Jude actually looked impressed. Or maybe just pleased. “Now you’re starting to sound like an Archivist.”

“Which I’m not.”

She ignored him. “And now I’m obviously not going to kill you.”

Martin snorted. “Why, because I’m getting on your level?”

“Please.” Jude matched his snort with her own. “Consider it a favor.”

“Thanks,” Martin muttered.

“Not for you. For Elias.”

It was still warmer in the coffee shop—or at least this part of it—than it had any right to be, so the chill that ran down Martin’s spine probably wasn’t weather-related. “Why?”

“Rumor has it he killed Gertrude Robinson,” Jude said. “If so, I feel like I owe him. And he clearly wants you—excuse me, the new Archivist—alive, so…” She said that with a sneer.

Martin was about to ask, exasperated, why she seemed so convinced he was the Archivist, but then he stopped himself. If she believed it…it might keep Jon safe a little longer. At least from the Desolation. “Well…he did. Kill her, I mean.” He pursed his lips. “And I know she stopped your lot from bringing the Desolation through…but there’s more to it than that, isn’t there? Why did you—”

He broke off with a slight yelp as she half-leaned, half-lunged across the table, her finger hovering near enough to his mouth that if he’d had facial hair, it would have singed off. “Try to compel me again, and I’ll burn it out of your mouth.”

Shit. Had Martin…? No. No, that wasn’t his power, that—he couldn’t do that. Could he? It was suddenly hard for him to catch his breath, and he leaned back, feeling slightly dizzy as several recent events took on new context.

Jude, evidently satisfied, sat back and smiled cruelly. “Now you’re scared. Now you’re getting it. There’s no safety sitting on the sidelines watching. The audience is only safe when the story isn’t about them.”

“Look, I don’t know who you think I am, but I’ve probably been involved in this at least as long as you have,” Martin said, forcing himself back to reality. “Maybe longer. So thanks, but no thanks for the advice. All I wanted to know was why you were allying yourself with the Stranger, and what you knew about their plans, but if it was just an excuse for you to burn something, this has been a waste of time.” He started to push back from the table. “Enjoy your coffee.”

Jude narrowed her eyes at him, seeming to calculate, then said suddenly, “Wait.”

Martin paused, half in and half out of his seat. “What?”

“Well. If you’re really keen to get information from people who want to kill you, I might know someone. We’re not on great terms, he’s closer to your lot than mine, but I know where he…exists.”

Slowly, Martin sat back down. A lead was a lead, and if it was a he, that narrowed it down a bit. Exists, though, definitely meant it was an avatar of some kind, so he’d have to be careful. “Who…what is he?”

“Calls himself Mike.”

Martin stared at Jude. “Mike. Not the Distortion?”

“The what? Don’t think so.” Jude shrugged. “Pale, weird, got a big scar. Smells of, um…” She gestured vaguely.

And there was that dread creeping down his spine again. “Ozone?”

“Yeah, that’s the one. Hangs around with the Fairchilds sometimes.”

“Mike Crew.” They’d come across his name twice; Martin should have known they’d eventually cross paths with him.

Jude nodded once. “That’s him. I know where you can find him.”

“Mm-hm. And what do you want in exchange for that information?”

“Maybe I’m just a nice person.”

“Maybe I’m not actually as stupid as I look.” Martin crossed his arms over his chest and met her gaze as unflinchingly as he could. “How about this? You give me that information, and nobody from the Institute will ever bother you again. Better yet, you give me that information, and the minute I’m back in the Institute, I’ll burn Jack Baranabas’ statement. Paper, tape, and all. She won’t be one of our little stories any longer.”

Jude stared at him for a long moment, then nodded. “Deal.”

She held out her hand.

Martin knew he could probably, with a little effort, force her to give him the information. Doing so would bind him more to the Eye, but he could do it and ask Jon—and the others—for their forgiveness later. He could also walk away without it, turn the name over to the others, and try to figure a location out that way.

But he wouldn’t.

“Two seconds,” he said.

“Five,” Jude countered.

“Three. Take it or leave it.”

Jude snarled. “Fine.”

As he reached over to seal the bargain, Martin was extremely thankful that he was left-handed.

#ollie writes fanfic #tma fanfic #to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest) #martin blackwood #tim stoker #jude perry #Slight misuse of Beholding powers #mention of addiction #lying #threats #fire #burns

[carryonmywaywardcaptain]

A Supernaturally Marvelous Fic Challenge

Calling all Supernatural and Marvel fanfic writers!

I don’t know about y’all, but writer’s block and lack of motivation have hit me harder than ever this year. It’s no secret that 2020 has been a giant crap show for a lot of people, but our precious fics and fandoms can be such a great escape from it all. In an attempt to spread some inspiration and feel good vibes, I wanted to make my follower celebration something that might help both writers and readers.

Below you’ll find all sorts of prompts (dialogue, songs, AUs, etc.) because you never know what might inspire you. Since we’ve all had a tough year, there’s a catch! You’ve got to give it a happy ending.

Make it fun. Make it sassy. Make it steamy. But for the love of ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY please wrap it up nicely with good things and a “fluffy” bow. Cool? Cool.

Now, on to the rest:

This is my follower celebration for both blogs, so please consider following @carryonmywaywardcaptain​, @carryoncaptainrogers​, or both!

As you may have guessed from the title, prompts can be written for Supernatural or Marvel (extra love and virtual hugs if you choose to write about Dean Winchester or Steve Rogers because they are the loves of my life. But there’s still plenty of love for the rest of the Avengers & TFW!)

Angst, smut, crack, and fluff are all welcome, but remember to give it a fluffy/positive ending and tag the warnings accordingly (Please steer clear of smut if you’re under 18. Stay young and innocent, babes.)

No limit to how many people sign up for each prompt. Feel free to combine prompts or even combine fandoms in a crossover! Whatever gets your creative juices flowing.

Send an ask with the prompt you want to do and the pairing you’re planning to write (life gets busy, so I’ll do a reminder post before the deadline if it’s helpful for you!). Reader inserts or OCs are both fine.

Tag me in the A/N and use the hashtag #supernaturally marvelous fic challenge by December 20th January 31st. If you’re garbage at deadlines like me, I’m super flexible and won’t hold it against you if you get it done later! I’ll reblog SPN fics on this blog and Marvel pairings over on @carryoncaptainrogers​ so your fics are seen by the fans who need them most :)

Got another idea you want to write and/or read about? Shoot me an ask and maybe I can add it to the mix! 

Make sure to check back once in a while in case more prompts are suggested and added! Without further ado (oof, this is long!):

Some song ideas:

“Boss’s Daughter”- Pop Evil

“Night Moves”- Bob Seger

“It’s Been a Long, Long Time”- Harry James

“I Won’t Say (I’m in Love)”- yes, from Hercules

“Hold You in My Arms”- Ray Lamontagne

“Better Man”- James Morrison

“Perfect for Me”- Justin Timberlake

“When We Were Young”- Adele

“Holding Out For a Hero”- Ella Mae Bowen’s version

“Come Around”- Papa Roach

“From Eden”- Hozier

“To the Man Who Let Her Go”- Tyler Shaw

“What If I Stay”- Chris Young

“Drift Off to Dream”- Travis Tritt

“Take Your Time”- Sam Hunt

“T-Shirt”- Thomas Rhett

“Not Strong Enough”- Apocalyptica, Brent Smith

“What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?”- Lee Ann Womack

“Right Where You Want Me” or “Better With You”- Jesse McCartney (because I love them both and just couldn’t choose lol)

Feel free to suggest songs from the shows/movies! I know the above are random. I tried to have some variety.

AUs, Tropes, etc.:

*gasp* And there was only one bed… (Bed sharing)

Confessing FEELINGS (or “everyone conspiring to make them confess their feelings already”)

Neighbors 

At a concert

Fake relationship for some event/case

Royal/Medieval

Soulmates

A/B/O

Friends/Enemies/Strangers to lovers

Comforting the other person

Dialogue prompts:

“I didn’t mean to turn you on.” “Well, it’s a little late for that!”

"Stop telling me you’re okay.”

“Can you please come and get me?”

“Sometimes you can be a real dumbass, you know that?”

“Because I care about you!”

“I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

“Who did this to you?”

“Well...what if I go with you?”

“Give me a chance to change your mind.”

“Plot twist!” “Screaming ‘plot twist’ doesn’t make this suck any less.”

“What did I say?” “You told me to stay out of trouble.” “And what did you do?” “The opposite of that, obviously.”

“You can do so much better than him. I wish there was some way I could make you believe that.”

“Not enough? You’re...everything.”

“Well this was fun... Let’s never do it again.”

“I need you to do something for me. You owe me a no-questions-asked.”

“Don’t look at me like that! You know what it does to me.”

“Wait! Just...take me instead.”

“You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good.”

“I can’t stay away from you. I’m tired of trying.”

“Have you seen you? You’re like a damn dreamboat.”

Random things my kiddos at school have said:

“Hey Mrs. America! Mrs. Captain America.”

“You know what your problem is? DAT attitude.”

“How did it taste?” “Like disappointment.”

“Do we got a fucking problem?”

“When am I not wearing my sassy pants?”

“Words are hard.”

“I’ve been screaming internally my entire life.”

“Can I jump over the fence?” “No, but thank you for asking.”

“That’s not very cash money of you.” “...I don’t know what that means.” “That’s okay. I just felt like saying it.”

“What do you call a blind dinosaur?” “Dead.” [P.S. the answer is Do-you-think-he-saw-rus]

Shenanigan ideas:

Karaoke night at a bar

Thanksgiving dinner

Christmas lights

Slow dancing

Prank War

Ice skating

Mistletoe

Ugly sweater party

Gift exchange

Creating/sharing holiday traditions

Please reblog or tag your favs who might be looking for a little extra inspiration!

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[cheri-translates]

[Submission] Gavin goes well with guitar.

Music is good, lol. 

My recommendations this time are separated by artist now, lol. It’s more along the vein of rock/pop rock, but there are some nice, calm artists too. Maybe these aren’t Gavin specific, maybe the other way around, lol.

Apologies that these recommendations come around very often, it’s fun seeing responses from you and others who understand how wonderful Gavin is.

🍒[Note] I’ll leave the original submission as it is and add my comments in italics! 🍒

Rock-ish songs:

Set It Off: 

Stitch Me Up - Oh wow I loved the vibes right from the very start! And the lyrics… hnghgngh - “You’re the only one I need to make me complete” and “Oh, pardon all my precious scars” are my favourites 😍

Diamond Girl （第三名。）- This is suitable for a love triangle fanfic 👀 Gavin 110% ready to swoop MC off her feet

Artist Vs Poet (The first is more like Shaw, I guess.)

Runaway - Yep I can definitely see the Shaw-ness in this - “So why don’t we runaway”. It’s the kind of feeling I get when I hear the bgm in his 2020 birthday date! Leaving everything behind and just running :>

Adorable - The melody sounds so wholesome but the lyrics are potentially n a u g h t y 

Fresh (I like the energy of it, lol, but the lyrics are very much… yeah. You get to decide whether or not that applies to Gavin, lol.) - I love the energy of it too! I think it suits a drunk Gavin LOL

Anime, Guitar and other songs:

Monkey Majik

A. I. am Human (English version) - “As I walk through the dark you’re the only one lighting my world” T-T

WEAVER

Kuchizuke Diamond (the lyrics and melody fit very well, lol). - “If I could say ‘I will always protect you’” T-T

MKTO

Classic（第二名。）- It’s a really cute song but too upbeat for him 😂

Emarose

Cautious - WHAT’S WITH THIS SUDDEN ANGSTY SONG ABOUT LIES

Will Connolly

Cecily Smith （第一名有白先生的感覺。）- THIS. So tranquil! “it was because I found her hand in mine”

#teatime with cheri #submission

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

Things Duggan could do/could have done with Pyro in Marauders:

This list is partially me being bitter, but it’s also just kind of a creative exercise, thinking about the development potential that Pyro has.

1. Redemption arc - This seems obvious.  Pyro is already hanging with the good guys, but is he actually undergoing a redemption arc?  Is he actually changing his views or becoming a better person?  We don’t really know because we barely see anything from his perspective, and it’s usually shallow comic relief when we do.  The groundwork is there to give Pyro a redemption arc.  He was already regretting his actions and questioning the Brotherhood’s methods when he had the Legacy Virus, leading up to him saving Senator Kelly.  Why not follow up on that?  Does he still feel the same way, or is he disillusioned because Kelly was killed right after he saved him?  Are the Marauders (all of whom are better people than Pyro) rubbing off on him a bit?  Maybe he’s starting to enjoy helping others or learning to trust humans?  (Or not?)  In today’s issue, Iceman was confronted by a Reaver that he had previously maimed, which was interesting, but that’s another storyline that I think would also fit Pyro.  Pyro has surely been maiming some people - maybe being confronted with the results of that would help him reconsider his actions.

2. Legacy Virus stuff - Pyro hasn’t said a damn thing about the way he died, and I understand him not wanting to talk about it.  But again, that sparked a semi-redemption arc for Pyro back before he died.  And now he’s on a ship that is taking medicine to humans that need it, and just built a hospital in Madripoor.  Maybe his experience being sick has given him a greater sense of empathy, and a desire to help sick people.  If Masque can find meaning using his powers to help humans, you’d think there would be space for Pyro to say something serious about his Legacy experiences while they are dedicating a new hospital.  Even just a throwaway line.  Hell, Storm was dying of some kind of nano-virus for part of Marauders (although it was never mentioned in the book at all), maybe he could have sympathized with her over that?  Maybe having Yellowjacket inside him - another case in which his body has been invaded by something microscopic that can kill him - triggered some Legacy feelings?  We could have explored that, instead we got a “funny” scene of Magneto pulling Yellowjacket out of Pyro, and Pyro wanting to kill him. 

3. Team bonding - Pyro has been accepted on the team surprisingly quickly.  Faster than I would expect, really.  And of course, he’s small-potatoes evil compared to even some people on the Council, but I’d still expect a little bit of friction between him and his team-mates, given that he used to try to kill them.  Even without that history, he’s still the odd man out on a team that already knows each other, and are friends, or at least former team-mates.  We had that kind of friction with Emma and Storm, why would we not get that friction between Pyro (the former terrorist criminal) and the others?  I would have expected at least a little bit of distrust, followed eventually by some kind of bonding issue where Pyro is more accepted by the team, and in turn accepts his place with them.  Who does he even consider a friend when he refers to them as “his friends”?  He seems to like hanging out with Bishop and Iceman, but we’ve mostly gotten that through wordless background panels and a couple of “funny” scenes.  Do any of them even like him or consider him a “friend,” or do they just tolerate his presence?   

4. Writer - One of the things I find most interesting about Pyro is that he had a whole-ass career before joining the Brotherhood.  He traveled around Southeast Asia, he was a journalist in Indonesia and Vietnam, he wrote romance novels.  And most writers don’t explore that at all, but you’d think it would come up when the Marauder is traveling around the ocean.  Maybe he speaks another language that would be helpful.  Maybe his investigative skills as a journalist come in handy.  Maybe he takes them to an old haunt or meets up with an old contact he knew in Vietnam.  Maybe he spends his spare time writing smutty historical pirate-themed romance.  I would have enjoyed that much more than the goofy “dream sequence” that Emma planted in his head, at least that would have felt like authentic character development rather than something being pushed upon him from the outside.  Most comics writers don’t really get into Pyro’s civilian career, but as a regular on a book, I’d expect it to come up at least once, even as a thowaway line.

5. Brotherhood and past history - Pyro has had absolutely no contact (that we know of) with his old Brotherhood pals.  He doesn’t even mention them.  Why is that?  Why isn’t he hanging around the bar with Blob when the Marauder’s at Krakoa?  Why isn’t he texting Avalanche?  Has he become estranged from them after saving Kelly (which would be an interesting plot point if Duggan developed it), or is he just hanging out with them off panel?  You’d think there would be some mention of his past history at some point.  Even in today’s issue, when he, Iceman and Bishop got attacked by Reavers.  Pyro has a history with Reavers!  He fought them on Muir Island as part of Freedom Force, and the team lost both Stonewall (which happened right in front of Pyro, and he seemed broken up about it) and Destiny (which completely destroyed Mystique).  The Reavers in this issue were not the same ones, they were a new breed, but you’d think Pyro might have something to say about encountering Reavers again. 

6. The gay thing - This is more my own personal preference, but Pyro WAS deliberately queer-coded in his earliest appearances, and John Byrne intended for him to be gay.  They couldn’t openly write him that way back in the day, but nowadays I think no one would bat an eye if Pyro, a fairly minor villain, was somewhere on the LGBT scale.  He wasn’t always queer-coded, but he had an ambiguous relationship with Avalanche, his sexuality was never firmly established (he was never in an open romantic relationship anyone), and he died a lingering, painful death from the virus that was intended to be an AIDS metaphor.  It would be quite interesting to see Pyro as a closeted gay (or bisexual) man resurrected in a world where different sexual orientations are far more accepted, and slowly opening up about it to Bobby and Christian (or even Shinobi).  Not to mention, it would give Bobby and Christian more to do, and Christian could talk about his own traumatic experiences without it being all swept under the rug.

7. Doubts about Krakoa - When the team first met Pyro, he was trying to steal a boat and run off, because he’d realized that his resurrection was mostly just a lab experiment to test the process.  Now he seems to be all-in, and dedicated to the Marauders’ mission.  What changed?  Does he harbor any doubts about the Quiet Council, or is he a true believer now?  Does he EVER talk to Mystique, to whom he used to be extremely loyal?  Pyro can be written as dumb at times, but more frequently he comes across as one of the more intelligent and thoughtful Brotherhood members.  Maybe he’s decided that everything on Krakoa is so new and confusing, he’s just gonna turn his brain off and enjoy his new life?  That would also be fine, if it was actually treated as character development.  

8. Divided loyalties - If I’d expect anyone to betray the team, it would be Pyro.  And that doesn’t necessarily mean I want him to do that, but I’m surprised it hasn’t come up.  You’d think Shinobi or Sebastian Shaw would approach him to act as a mole in exchange for lots and lots of money.  Hell, I half-expected him to be spying for Mystique when he first showed up.  And again, it could still happen, but there’s been no lead up or suggestion of that at all.  I would honestly find it disappointing if Pyro suddenly turned on the team or was revealed to be a spy, because he hasn’t bonded with them well enough for it to be meaningful at all. 

The thing is, any of these ideas could be explored, and still keep Pyro as the comic-relief party animal that Duggan is currently writing.  He wouldn’t even have to have significantly more focus (although some focus would be nice).  This could be accomplished through small scenes, little asides, throwaway lines.  Duggan wastes so much page time setting up “moments” and atmosphere (Kitty and Emma riding horses up to Sebastian’s castle comes to mind).  He spent a whole issue beating up Sebastian Shaw without any other significant plot advancement (then crams all his plot into the issues that feature other characters).  He spent a few pages on a goofy fantasy dream sequence that told us nothing new about Pyro, and again, turned out to a falsely manufactured dream that Emma planted in his mind.  We could have used those pages to show Pyro writing something, or show a different side of him through Yellowjacket’s spying, and it STILL could have been comic-relief.  If Duggan actually wanted to explore Pyro in a more serious way, there’s both the space and potential for it.  He just.....doesn’t. 

Anyway, this is all wishful thinking of what could be.  I’ll just have to write fanfic or something. 

#pyro #st. john allerdyce #like I just want to rewrite this whole series #give sebastian more dignity and weight as a villain #properly develop bobby and christian's relationship #give bishop his due as a captain of krakoa #and give pyro some proper development

[bluezanon]

Some of my favourite fanfics from my favourite wlw couples (everything is from AO3)

Brittana:

- you are all that I need (Santana plays guitar and is in love with her best friend)

- Front row, baby (Santana and Rachel are having conversations)

- This love of mine (Christmas away from each other then new year party with the glee club)

- Secret heart (Brittana told from Rachel's point of vue)

- Simply divine (demi gods)

- In between days (after 3x06 Santana feels like she’s breaking apart)

Sanvers/Supercorp

- pajama based assumptions (Maggie finds Kara in Alex's apartment one morning)

- Is she? Or isn't she? (Maggie and Alex make bets on Lena's sexuality)

- Isolated (Kara feels isolated and Maggie is there to help)

- Oblivious (Kara is dating Lena but Alex thinks she is dating mon-el)

- Of Food and Romance (Lena steals Kara’s food, something that usually ends in a 30 mins lecture. The gang are baffled)

Vauseman

- If your heart was a prison (pick up lines)

- You little shit (baby in prison)

- Piper's best laid plan (book club)

- Hey you! Laura Ingalls Wilder! (Soulmate au)

Clexa

- Stealing kisses (secret relationship in high school)

- I run to you (Clarke runs after her father and Wells die, Lexa is her new roommate, Clarke is pregnant and Lexa helps her)

- Seven minutes (Seven minutes at a party but they know each other and the others don't know that)

- Unspoken words (soulmate au in which whatever you draw appears on your soulmate's skin)

- are you a doctor (because I’m bleeding) (lexa is a cop who gets shot and Clarke is a doctor who happens to be there)

Daisy

- On the run (after Hive, Daisy comes back to the base)

Shoot

- The little moments, our moments (cute af one shots)

- Reverie (cute one shots post Samaritan)

- The one where Shaw misses Root (cuddling and missing Root)

- You and me, we made vows (bored at a wedding)

- My therapist said... (undercover married people)

- Domestic hell (suburban couple+Halloween)

- 94 days (Root and Shaw are in prison for 94 days together)

- Close quarters (Shaw is a cuddler but she doesn't admit it)

Naomily

- Desiree (last chapter-> party, Effy came with Naomi whom Emily has a huge crush on, really cute at the end)

- Red (They are in a dark place and Emily overdose)

- Travelling together (Naomi is sick and Emily is there for her)

Trini and Kim (Power Rangers)

- Too busy lying to myself (to see your color) (soulmate au, really good and long)

- We're electric (friends with benefits to lovers)

- You arrive along with the sun (soulmate au, short one)

- I am in love with what we are (not what we should be) (fake married au)

Clizzy

- In that little café (Clary and Alex friendship)

- Waiting... (Clary meets the gang at the clinic)

- Come in a little closer (there was never much space between us) (Clizzy start fake dating until they are dating for real)

- Isabelle (Izzy coming to term with her sexuality in a really cute way)

Emison

- honest, let's make this night last forever (Ali knows it's a date but Emily doesn't)

- Sleepover protocol (the girls learn about emison and a sleepover ensues)

- Shut up Aria (they get together, the girls find out and they get high of Jason's brownies)

- 25 Occasions People Have Celebrated in the Liarverse (25 little one shot with emison as endgame)

- Mama (Emily carries the baby and then it's Alison's turn feat. the other Liars)

- Begin again (Ali comes back in season 5 and Emily helps her in her first day back at school)

- Place your bet (accidentally married in Vegas, 21 chapters)

- Right now it feels like we're bleeding (so deep that we might not get back up) (emily is in a dark place after Sara's death so she travels and sleep with a bunch of people but Emison is still endgame.)

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

- Mistrust - 1.2 (The Avengers have difficulties trusting Wanda, but then she’s hurt in battle)

- No Matter What (they go on a mission, get kidnapped and Wanda volunteers to be the one tortured)

- Do you trust me? (They are trapped on a roof during a mission and Wanda and Tony must trust each other)

- The Wisdom of Children (Wanda and Peter are best friend and the Avengers don’t like them)

- It’s the Little Things that Matter (After civil war, Wanda becomes the hero she was always meant to be)

Posie

- you know (three times Josie hates Penelope and one time she doesn’t)

- get in the closet (Caroline walks in on Posie and P has to hide in the closet)

- Stupid Cupid (Love Is In The Air) (a girl does a spell on Penelope so that she falls in love with her but her love for Josie is so strong that is doesn’t really work)

- (meet me) under the mistletoe (mistletoes show up around school and people have to kiss each other)(long, really well written and good)

- You and I (are a Molotov cocktail of idiocy and sexual tension) (Posie knows Lizzie is in love with Hope)

Deanoru

- Rooftop Rendez-Vous (Karolina is popular, Nico is not but they’re dating)

Kelly and Becca

- You Do Something To Me (first night without Eden and Becca has a nightmare but Kelly is there for her)

- Paradise Rebuilt (snippets into their lives)

- Stuck on you (late night at the hospital)

Crisana

- Crisana fluff (what happened at the hospital)

- a night at the hospital

- Studying (cute fluff)

- I just want you (5 kisses no one saw and one they did)

Zoe and Madison

- we’re a shimmering balance act (the entire coven knows they are in love but they don’t)

- morning pretender (coffee shop au)

Hope and Amy

- Just a Basic Hot Girl (Hope doesn’t walk away at the end because Amy makes a move)

- They Can Wait (after a year in Botswana, Molly throws a surprise party for her best friend and Hope is in the attendance)

Kellex

- electric love (preath from Alex’s pov but still kellex endgame)

- let’s make this moment a crime (Kelley sprains her ankle so Alex and her stay in for New Year and they get together)

- A Little Slip Up (Kelley accidentally reveals and they are married)

- One day (after the World Cup, they kiss and it gets messed up)

Cazzie

- you’re one of the few things that I’m sure of (after holding hand in the car, C distance herself from I but realizes that she wants to be with her)

Juliantina

- Respite (after Juliana is kidnap, angst)

- Best of me (fake relationship)

Lintz

- Give Me Something (Maggie briefly moves in with Sydney and they get together)

- it’s better when they’re cute (no one know they are married until Maggie gets hurt)

#brittana #clexa #lintz #naomily #sanvers #supercorp #vauseman #shoot #amy x hope #juliantina #cazzie #kellex #zoe x madison #crisana #croana #posie #deanoru #kelley x becca #emison #clizzy #wanda maximoff #scarlett witch #not a lesbian but love her so shes there #pinklemonade #trini x kimberly

[holeinotomemind]

MLQC Fanfic: Hearts of Storm - Ch 1 - A New Mission

WARNING: NSFW/18+ fic. No smut in this chapter, but eventual smut, dub/non-con, eventual 3P, spoilers, long dragged out fic and angst. Not morally correct. Turn away if this is not your thing. Pairing: Shaw x MC, Gavin x MC, Shaw x MC x Gavin AO3 Link: [here] Summary: Thrust into a world where her friends no longer remembered her, Yui must navigate the familiar yet foreign Loveland City while she battles her sorrows of not having Gavin by her side. As the only person who remembers her, the bratty Shaw forced his way into her heart, becoming the light in her seemingly endless darkness. But when Gavin regains his memories of her, how must she face him with her newfound feelings for Shaw? Will things returning to normal thrust her life into even more chaos? Notes: [See full notes on AO3] Special thanks to Lutz, Sonicaj and Kinako for beta-ing. EXTREME SPOILER ALERT. Follows some canon events, but order and duration are changed and rearranged.

She followed him again today. Yui had been abusing her premonition evol these days, making accidental brushes against strangers whenever she can.

She would bump into as many passengers on the bus as she could without causing a scene, brushed her hand against the coffee shop staff as he handed her the coffee, even went out of her way to pet every dog in the park that would allow her to do so without biting her hand off.

She was being obsessive, she knew that. But that was the only way.

The only way she could try to catch a glimpse of him. Of her Gavin.

Each and every time she touched someone, there was a chance for her to see a vision. And for every vision she saw, there was a chance for it to involve the military.

And every time the military was involved, there was a chance that Gavin would be there, so she could go and try to catch a glimpse of him.

She didn't care if what she was doing was unethical, if every single vision she saw weighed on her soul, if arriving at every single possible incident meant risking her life. If she could see him, even for one single second, it would be worth it, even if he never saw her.

In fact, it was probably better if he never saw her. Otherwise, he would definitely have suspected her of being a spy again and he would have treated her the way he did last time.

She couldn't forget how cold his eyes were the last time they met, when he shoved her against the wall and placed those handcuffs on her. She could still remember the feeling of those cold metal digging into the delicate flesh on her skin.

She had never seen him look at her with so little trust in his eyes. Not when he was helping her reach the poetry volumes on the tall library bookshelves during high school and definitely not after they reunited when he transferred back to Loveland City as a police officer.

So, yes. It was for the best that he did not see her. At least that way, she could still imagine.

Imagine nothing had changed. Imagine he was only out on one of those missions where he could not contact her. Imagine that he would show up at her window some time tonight, asking her if she wants to go stargazing with him.

But she knew this illusion wouldn't last long. So far, her visions had only been of sightings of military investigations and other successful operations. But she knew that sooner or later she would see something bad, something preventable and she would have to try to intervene.

And then, she would have to stare into those cold distrustful eyes again. She would be forced to face reality.

The reality of Gavin no longer being hers. The reality of Gavin not knowing her as if she never existed in this dimension.

It hurt to remember how he questioned her intentions towards him. It hurt to tell him that he was her senpai and he barely believed her.

So she tried to forget reality, tried to imagine they were still living in their original dimension, where his eyes lit up every time he saw her. Where he touched her with so much gentleness that it made her want to cry. Where he would blush every time she mustered up the courage to tell him how much she loved him.

She knew she was being willfully in denial, but if that could stop the hurt in her chest for just one minute, she would gladly do so.

Yui turned her head up to the sky as she heard the sound of the blade of a helicopter closing in. Her hands pressed against the shop window of the cafe where she had been sitting in for the last three hours, waiting for this very moment.

As the noise grew louder and louder, the military chopper came into view. She held her breath, eyes glued to it as it hovered over the park a block away from the coffee shop.

The door slid open and a tall figure in dark military uniform came into view. His brown hair flying every which direction as the strong wind blew around him.

She watched as he quickly surveyed the ground, preparing to jump out of the helicopter.

Yui opened her mouth to silently mutter, "You look well today. Stay safe, Gavin. I miss you." And for that brief moment, her heart stopped aching.

He was gone from her line of sight the next moment, having jumped out and began to fly towards his destination.

She sat back in her chair, closed her eyes and convinced herself that was enough. Enough to support her through the next few days or weeks without spiraling into the endless abyss in her mind that was constantly threatening to drag her in ever since she came to this dimension.

She could now function until the next time she saw him again. And she was determined to function through this. Too much was at stake otherwise.

Black Swan was still scheming to turn everyone into an evolver, while non-evolvers were banding together to wage war against those with evol abilities.

She could not afford to sit back and wither away while watching the world fall apart. She had come too far to give up now, regardless of how much she wanted to curl up in a ball at the loss of everything and everyone important in her life.

It was the least she could do, when Gavin worked so hard to protect everyone, whether in this dimension or the last.

The buzzing sound of her phone brought her back from her thoughts.

"Hello, Shaw." She answered the phone without even glancing at the caller ID. After all, there was only one person left in this world now who would call her.

"You got the file?" Shaw yelled over the phone, the background noisy as usual.

Yui plugged one ear with a finger and pressed the phone closer to her other while turning up the volume. He must be at Live House with a live concert going on. She could hear loud music playing in the background and people cheering. Before she met Shaw, she always thought these live shows only played at night, but she was wrong. Apparently, they played whenever they wanted to.

"Yes. Where do you need me to go this time?" She asked with a voice loud enough for him to hear, but quiet enough that people from the cafe wouldn't be disturbed.

"Getting efficient, huh?" He said with a voice that was obvious he was smirking on the other side. "The amusement park."

She froze. She was ready to work, to gather intel for Shaw, hoping it would get her mind off of her current situation, even for a tiny little bit. But she didn't expect it to be at the amusement park of all places.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" He asked when she didn't reply.

"Does it…" She hesitated, not wanting to give Shaw the opportunity to learn more of her weakness, but she didn't know if she had it in her to go there. "Does it have to be the amusement park?"

"You think intel goes wherever you want it to go?"

She clutched her fist and sighed. He was right. The file he sent clearly indicated that someone was planning an attack. If SHAW said she could gather information at that location to prevent it, the suspects must have left a trail there and not somewhere else. After all, SHAW had never pointed her to the wrong location yet.

But she'd rather go anywhere but there. Send her to the headquarters of Black Swan for all she cared, just not the amusement park.

"Fine. You got me interested. What don't you like about the amusement park?" He usually didn't seem to care about what she does or does not want, but this intrigued him.

"Nevermind. I'll go. I don't want to talk about it." Her voice flat. She didn't want him to ask any further. She would rather face the pain herself than to expose more of her weakness to him. "Besides, you were going to have me go regardless, no?"

"You're no fun." He tutted at her. He paused for a second before resuming with a voice deeper than usual. "I bet it's because of him. You guys probably went on stupid lovey-dovey dates there and so you don't want to go back when he's not with you."

SHAW’s guess was dangerously close to hitting a bull’s eye.

She and Gavin did go on a date at the amusement park, but he was so stupid and so unromantic that he ended up talking on the phone the whole time they were on the Ferris Wheel. She got so upset with him she didn't even want to talk to him. Of course, they made up in the end, but that now-cute memory, as much as it pained her to remember, wasn't the one she was most afraid of reliving.

It was the wedding shoot. Gavin and her stood in for the 100th couple who backed out of the shoot last minute. Although they weren't truly getting married, the memory of her in the wedding gown standing beside Gavin in his blue striped suit, telling each other they were the only ones they ever wanted to be partners with in a wedding whether real or fake was too much for her to bear. It reminded her too much of what might never be if she wasn’t able to fix the situation of her not existing in anyone’s memories in this dimension.

Having to be back at the location that would force her to relive this memory, she wasn't sure if she could keep herself together let alone complete the mission.

But this was private. A memory she wanted to hold so dear that she did not want to discuss with anyone in fear of losing it just like how she lost everything else. It was an irrational fear, of course.

But with so much going on, she felt the need to allow herself to be irrational on this one thing.

She kept her silence, having already said what she wanted to say on the matter.

"Doesn't matter," he finally said, seemingly irritated by her silence. "You start tomorrow."

The line went dead. He hung up on her.

Loud thunder cracked through the air. She jumped at the sound and wondered why the weather was so strange in this dimension. It was a bright sunny day outside.

Yui shook her head and thought of SHAW again.

She didn't understand him. On the outside, he seemed like any other 20 year old little brat, without a care in the world and yet he was doing all these things to gather information and even had Black Swan and evol agents from the STF going after him. He even had connections to make fake identities that would pass most government checks for her. All signs pointed to him being a big player in these schemes everyone seemed to be weaving.

However, his attitude were also too laissez-faire, too chaotic. He wasn't like anyone she had known.

He was a leader, much like Victor, but unlike Victor who always had a clear destination, he may lead you in a wild goose chase for his own amusement.

He played, much like Kiro, but unlike Kiro who was like sunshine and puppies, he plays with you like a cat would a mouse.

He was mysterious, much like Lucien, but unlike Lucien who would always plan five steps ahead in everything, he seemed only to have an end goal in mind, making things up as they unfold.

And he was nothing like Gavin. In fact, other than his eye color, his jawline and the fact that they were both amazing bass players, he was the total opposite of Gavin. Where Gavin was gentle, SHAW was rough. Where Gavin always strive to do the right thing for the greater good, SHAW seemed to only do things for his own benefit.

But it didn’t matter what kind of person SHAW was or what his goals were. In this partnership, Yui and SHAW took what they needed from each other, that was it. Nothing more and nothing less.

Placing her cell phone in her pocket, she gently touched the ginkgo bracelet on her wrist before she stood up and walked out of the coffee shop. As cold air rushed at her face, she adjusted her winter jacket and pulled the hood over her head.

She had one night to steel herself from the emotional onslaught that was sure to come during the next few days. But she had agreed to take on the mission and she would not allow herself to back down or to fail it. She would give it her all, even if it meant ripping the still-open wound in her heart even wider.

Yui stepped forward with stubborn determination in her stride.

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[aion-rsa]

How Netflix’s The Irregulars fit in with Sherlock Holmes Canon

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The titular “Irregulars” who star in the new eight-part Netflix series are total badasses, but outside of their shared team name, they are significantly different from the Baker Street Irregulars who originated in the pages of the Sherlock Holmes canon as written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. This isn’t to say that The Irregulars defies the Holmes canon per se, but it does weave an alternate dimension of the 221B universe, one populated by a lot of elements we never saw in the classic Watson-narrated stories. In Doyle’s ‘The Adventure of the Sussex Vampire’ Sherlock debunks the existence of an undead bloodsucker, famously saying “Ghosts need not apply!” But in The Irregulars, ghosts and demons are everywhere, complete with a secret society of paranormal disciples (based on the real-world 19th century Order of the Golden Dawn).

This is a long-winded way of saying, the points of departure between The Irregulars and the canon of Doyle’s Holmes are numerous. Unlike Enola Holmes — in which you could squint and imagine those adventures lining up with the Doyle canon — The Irregulars is straight-up fanfic. That said, the inspirations for Bea, Jessie, Billy, Spike, and Leopold are found in a handful of legit old-school Sherlock Holmes stories. Here’s how the Netflix series comes from the canon of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and how it plays with that canon, too.

The Origin of the Baker Street Irregulars 

In the first two Sherlock Holmes novels (there are only four total) — A Study in Scarlet and The Sign of the Four — we’re introduced to some Dickensian street orphans whom Holmes calls “the Baker Street division of the detective police force.” Remember the Artful Dodger from Oliver Twist? That’s pretty much the Baker Street Irregulars; streetwise urchins who act as the “eyes and ears” of Sherlock Holmes in terms of what’s really going on out there in the world. This trope pops up in a lot of other fiction too, but it’s notable to mention that despite the famous name “Baker Street Irregulars,” this unofficial gang of children doesn’t appear in very many canonical Holmes stories, and we certainly don’t know many of their names. 

The term “Baker Street Irregulars” comes from the title of Chapter 8 in The Sign of the Four. In that novel, Holmes enlists the Irregulars in tracking the progress of a boat on the River Thames. One of the Irregulars is named “Wiggins,” who is their leader. Notably, in stories set eight years apart (A Study in Scarlet and The Sign of the Four) Wiggins is still the primary Irregular that Holmes deals with. This detail is just one of countless examples in the Doyle canon in which things just do not add up; such as the shifting location of Watson’s infamous war wound. In-universe fans (Watsonians) attribute these mistakes to a greater truth lurking below the surface of the stories; one that suggests that Watson actually repressed a lot of information in the telling of these tales. After all, Wiggins can’t be a young child for eight years! Then again, in The Irregulars, all the “kids” are much older than the ones who are described in the canon. We’re mostly dealing with teenagers now! So, the “ageless” Wiggins from the canon, is sort of a model for our contemporary irregulars in the Netflix show.

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Outside of those two Holmes novels, the only other story in which the Baker Street Irregulars are mentioned outright is in ‘The Adventure of the Crooked Man’ in which there’s a reference to one of the “Baker Street Boys,” and specifically a kid named Simpson. In ‘The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax’, there’s also a reference to Holmes’ “agency,” which, in some books — like The Sherlock Holmes Companion (Bramhall House, 1962) — is close enough to count. In The Hound of the Baskervilles, Holmes has “Cartwright,” who is disguised as a country boy, and in ‘The Adventure of the Mazarin Stone,’ Holmes is assisted by a pageboy named Billy – the same name as Jojo Macari’s character in The Irregulars. So, if you count all of that, there are three novels, and three short stories that reference the gang; a total of six references. That’s not a lot! There are 56 Holmes short stories and four novels. Six references is nothing.

Then again, the evil Professor Moriarty is mentioned or appears in only three stories and novels (‘The Final Problem,’ ‘The Empty House,’ and The Valley of Fear) and you’ve totally heard of him, right? 

The Irregulars in The Irregulars

In the new Netflix show, the various Irregulars are employed by a slightly underhanded version of Dr. Watson. Because Holmes already uses another version of the Irregulars in A Study in Scarlet, you could imagine that this incarnation of the Irregulars could exist after that. Indeed, you could also imagine that everything in The Irregulars takes place at some point after ‘The Empty House,’ if you wanted to. Without giving away spoilers, the show presents a very different version of Sherlock Holmes who at one point says that he’s not really the man he used to be. 

The larger point is, none of the new Irregulars have direct analogs with the canon, and that’s okay. The show is clearly about these new characters and not really about Holmes at all. In this way, the Irregulars in the series are kind of like the Teen Titans and young leads Bea (Thaddea Graham) or Jessie (Darci Shaw) is like Robin, while Holmes is obviously a washed-up Batman. Who Watson is in this analogy isn’t clear, but you get it. 

The Legacy of the Baker Street Irregulars

Although the name is famous, The Irregulars presents the first time a ton of focus has been paid to this aspect of the Holmes canon. In the Benedict Cumberbatch-led Sherlock, the Irregulars became a network of homeless people that worked for Holmes. In the comedy film Without a Clue, Ben Kingsley’s Watson employed the Irregulars, but nothing like the way Royce Pierreson’s Dr Watson does in the new show. 

Perhaps the most famous example of the group is actually the group of adults who call themselves “Baker Street Irregulars.” In 1934, founded by Christopher Morely in New York, a huge literary club devoted to Sherlock Holmes dubbed itself “The Baker Street Irregulars.” Many famous authors have been members over the years including Nicholas Meyer, Isaac Asimov, and noted contemporary novelist, Lyndsay Faye. 

Author (and NBA star) Kareem Abdul-Jabbar is also a member of the Baker Street Irregulars and has written excellent novels (and graphic novels!) about Mycroft Holmes. In 2017 Abdul-Jabbar revealed his own BSI even helped him win basketball games back in the day. “I even had my own Baker Street Irregulars,” he said in 2017. “I started paying special attention to the conversations among the ball boys and other staffers. When I overheard a couple ball boys joking about how Bob Lanier and his coach would smoke in the locker room at halftime, I decided to run Bob up and down the court as fast as I could in the second half.”

So there you have it. From one of the oldest fandom organizations on the planet to the eyes and ears of Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, the moniker “Irregulars” has a lot to live up to. Luckily, this new squad YA heroes is totally up to it.

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Deckard Shaw SFW alphabet

A/N: Yeah, I may be in love with the characters from this movie, but it happens. I have lots of planned fanfics (series and one shots), and I may release something else this weekend. I hope you enjoy, feel free to comment, like or reblog and make requests!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He is a tough man, who's always in dangerous situations, and people seem to like trying to kill him, so pda is out of question (except if he's jealous). Indoors, when both of you are safe and at ease, he snuggles, spreads sweet kisses all over your face and loves to mess with your hair. He thinks you look best with your morning face.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He would consider you part of his family. You probably wouldn't spend much time together, but always makes it for birthdays. Of course, it wouldn't be as intimate as a relationship, but he would tell you every single one of his worries. Your friendship probably would start with casual conversations now and then, when Deckard had time to go to a coffee shop.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Shaw has probably seen a lot of things, things that sometimes don't let him sleep. Even if he is not asleep, he holds on you tight, because he likes to think you need his protection. Sometimes, when both of you were just laying on the couch, he would sneak up on you and just lay his head in your chest, hearing your heartbeat. You two switch who holds who. Most of the nights, he likes to have his arm around your waist, while you nuzzle on his neck. Other times (especially if something went wrong) you let him lay his head in your chest and keep saying sweet nothings until he falls asleep.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

You guys would probably talk about it, maybe even make some plans, but at the end of the day, he always had to move (to keep both of you safe) to another place, and you followed. The apartments were always very expensive and comfortable, but you wouldn't call it home. Secretly, Shaw is saving money for when he finally settles down with you. Now, this man can cook anything you want. Literally. You ask it, he's done it. And it's always delicious. About cleaning, he doesn't enjoy it, but he understands that you guys have to share the responsibilities of the house, so he does it anyway (with a pout, but he does it).

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would probably do that for the sake of your safety. Someone bad would've probably threatened you, and the thought of losing you would be too much. He would break up with you pretending he didn't care, and even if it broke your heart and his heart, he had to do it. You moving on without him and alive would be better than you dead.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

You both decided that, if one day you got married, it wouldn't be ordinarily. I mean, look at your lives. There's no time to churches or white dresses, so you guys agreed that, if a ceremony was going to happen, it would be something along the lines of Indian marriage, with only Shaw's siblings, his mother, and your relatives. Maybe one friend or two, but marriage isn't something you two dream of (though he wonders how would you look like in a white dress).

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, he tends to be gentle. As his life can get very violent and he wants to be a better man now, when he's with you he tries to be as gentle as possible. Soft touches, warm hugs, and smoothies are going to happen pretty often, even though sometimes he forgets that he's trying to be more gentle, and ends up being kinda rough.

Emotionally, well, he needs help. He had a hard time expressing his feelings at the beginning of your relationship, and he still has now, though not as often. After all the messed up things that happened in his life, he has lost the capacity to control his emotions very well, so you try to help him out. Even if he's not so okay emotionally, he always gives special attention to your feelings.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

t’s not something that happens a lot, but he enjoys them. Never in public places, he prefers to do it in private, while you are working on something, or making something to eat. He comes from behind you, wraps his arms around your waist and buries his head into your neck. His hugs usually last a little bit longer than normal, because he likes to feel your heartbeat.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes a while. A long while, to be more specific. He has seen people getting hurt before, and he was scared to losing you. The first time you say it, it’s before he leaves for a mission. He doesn’t have the guts to say it back in that moment, but when he comes back (after almost dieing), the first thing he does is hug you and whisper “I love you” into your hair. He doesn’t say it very often, but he demonstrates it throught actions. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

It depends on the person. If it’s a complete stranger, he doesn’t really bother: He trusts you with his life, and he knows that if you flirt back, it’s just a game. He waits for a while, keeping some distance, and ends up just putting a hand in the small of your back and wait for the person to realize what’s going on.

Now, if it’s someone you guys know (Luke, more specifically), he tends to be more protective. As much as he trusts you and knows that you can protect yourself, he feels the urge to get in front of you, cross his arms and get in full “alpha” mode.   

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

It depends on how he feels. He can be gentle, demanding, sweet or tough. You know everything he feels just from the touch of his lips. He usually likes to kiss the top of your head (as he’s taller than you) or your cheeks. Maybe your neck, but that’s only when things are getting hot and heavy. He likes to be kissed in his hands. For some reason, he likes when you kiss his hands. It makes him feel like more than just a killing machine. It means his hands are made for more than destruction, they also were made to protect.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Maybe one day, when he retires and there’s no one left to fight, you two may talk about having kids. Right now, none of you want to have children, but it’s not an impossible thing.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He wakes up very early (sometimes too early for your liking), and get’s the breakfast ready for when you wake up. Other times, he lets himself enjoy the warmth of your body and wakes up to your soft kisses. You two get ready together and spend some time in silence just enjoying the company of each other.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He usually gets home very late at night, and sometimes you try to stay awake and wait for him, but you just end up sleeping on the couch. He has to carry you to the bed, and then he snuggles into you. In nights where he sleeps with you, there’s a lot of fun involved (the fun being a nice movie or a tiring night).

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It takes a while for him to open up entirely with you. His childhood, his past with Brixton, all the lies involving his name, it can be a little too much for him to tell once. You always get a little piece of his story each time, and he’s glad that you’re always understanding.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

The only times he raises his voice with you, there are only two reasons: One, you are in danger and you’re acting too stubborn to realize that, or two, other people made him angry and he’s putting it on you. When you guys fight, he shouts a little, but usually leaves the house for some time to clear his head. He hates to fight with you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He can’t remember any dates, birthdays or any other “important” things, but if you ask him what’s your favorite color, which kind of dog you had when you were a child, or what’s your favorite kind of tea, he knows it. Deckard can’t remember important things, but the smallest details about you, he saves it to the heart.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Probably the first time he woke up by your side. There was something about your messed up hair, your puffy eyes and your sleepy voice (combined with your bareback) that made him fall in love with you. The moment when your eyes met his while the soft sunlight touched your skins, he probably had never felt happier.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Two words: Overly. Protective. He worries a lot about you, and sometimes too much for your liking. He protects you in various ways: Sending you to hidden places, under the protection of some of his friends (or his siblings), training you to fight and defend yourself, even bringing you to the missions, to protect you himself. Well, he likes to think that, when he’s vulnerable, you can protect him from himself. Also, you can be pretty badass when you feel that he’s been threatened.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

With you, he’s comfortable enough to be himself: He never feels the urge to impress you, so he doesn’t buy expensive things or spends too much time on planning dates. Though, sometimes he makes a scene: Super expensive places, clothes, and even parties. But when we are talking about everyday tasks, he hates it, but he does for your sake: He knows you work hard, and he has a responsibility.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Lying. It’s like an addiction. It takes a lot of time to him finally stop lying to you, because it’s just a defense mechanism. Laziness. He knows he has to do housework, but he hates it. He looks at his life, and he thinks it’s worthless to do those simple things.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He knows he’s good looking. He knows he is very, very handsome, and he likes to look good. Of course, sometimes he can feel a little down, but there’s always a mirror around to remind him that he is hot.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. It feels natural to him to look to his side and see you there. He needs you to function, to concentrate and to sleep well.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Deckard can’t dance to save his life. The only times you guys dance, it’s a slow song, barely a dance (just you two moving around each other), and he always manages to step in your foot.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone that pushes him into telling things about his life. Missions, secrets, his past, everything has to come naturally, and if he feels pressured even for one second, he’ll back off to his suspicious state.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Sometimes, he snores so loudly that it wakes you up. He likes to hold you close on some occasions, to feel or hear your heartbeat. To sleep peacefully, his face needs to be close to your hair, because he likes the smell of the hair cream that you use before you sleep (he says it calms him down).

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[missperfectlyfine13]

Jesse's Girl

This is my first time writing bechloe fanfic, I’ve written for other fandoms before though. I thought that these weekly prompts might be a good way to get my feet wet and see how it goes. This is my take on the enemies prompt. This is a really loose re-write on the hood night party from PP2. Dont be mislead by the title, its definitely bechloe 😉. Let me know what you think 😊

You can read it below or on AO3 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23571397 

                                                   Jesse’s Girl

It’s no secret to any of the Bellas or Treble Makers that Chloe and Jesse aren’t the closest. Their interactions – which are few and far in between – are usually coated in a thin layer of ice. Everyone knows the true reason for the bitterness between the two has nothing to do with who either of them are but it has more to do about a certain person – one short, brunette alt girl…who seems completely oblivious to why her two favorite people can’t seem to get along. Beca is Jesse’s girlfriend and Chloe is her best friend, at least that’s what Beca and Chloe like to think. Of course, the two girls are painfully oblivious to the fact that they are in love with each other; but Jesse is no idiot. He can see it, but who is he to break it off with the girl he loves. As long as Beca will have him, he’s not going to end it. Which is how he’s ended up in the current situation. 

“Jesse, where is Beca? I thought she was going to be with you tonight?” Jesse can see the flames of something close to anger or maybe annoyance flick behind the red head’s eyes as she stares him down.

“I thought she was with you?” Jesse counters lamely. He knows where Beca is. And honestly, he’s surprised Beca didn’t tell her other half about the internship. 

“I thought she was with you?” Chloe looks more confused, the tone of annoyance seemingly gone. He feels bad about lying to Chloe, maybe. But he’s not going to be the one to tell Chloe if it’s clear Beca has been avoiding doing so. 

“Well I hope she shows up soon, wherever she is,” Chloe takes a sip from her prized yellow cup. “She can’t miss her last hood night.” 

Chloe and the rest of the Bellas walk past him and make their way into the sea of acapella party goers. Jesse shakes his head; as much as he’d like to see the girls’ relationship implode on itself, he knows Beca needs to tell Chloe what’s going on. 

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“Ya know, you and Jesse should really draw up a custody schedule for Shaw Shank,” Fat Amy quips before walking away towards Barden’s latest security recruit, Bumper. 

“What are you talking about, Amy?” Chloe was still a little bothered by her conversation with Jesse and wasn’t in the mood for Fat Amy’s smart remarks. 

It was no use asking though since Amy was already blazing a trail towards her not-so-secret boyfriend. Chloe needed to do something to get into the party mood. She wasn’t going to let Jesse or Beca ruin the mood for her probably last hood night – especially since her last year in acapella is basically destroyed thanks to their little mishap at the Kennedy Center. She can’t help being a little hurt at the fact that Beca is MIA and didn’t bother telling her or Jesse. Beca has been so distant and almost secretive about her life lately. She and Beca had always told each other everything. What happened to that? Whatever is going on, shouldn’t she know she can tell her anything? 

“Come on, captain, let’s get this party going!” Stacie comes into Chloe’s line of sight holding two solo cups of whatever alcoholic poison was whipped up for tonight’s festivities.  

Stacie thrusts one of the cups into Choe’s hand, ignoring the fact that she’s already holding a drink that she poured herself back at the Bella’s. Chloe looks suspiciously at the contents before tipping it back. There’s the slight hint of pineapple? Maybe cherry? God, who knows? But it burns all the way down her throat. A few of these and she’ll soon be forgetting and enjoying herself in no time. 

“Yeah, let’s do this, Stace!” Chloe empties the contents of the cup and links her arm with Stacie. The two dance their way into the crowd of people, eager to start their night of partying. 

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Jesse is sitting at the bar, nursing his drink and thinking about when Beca is going to get here. He wants to see how her first day went. He wants to tell her about the new Treble recruits. He just wants to see his girlfriend. As if she somehow read his thoughts, he feels a weight on the back of his chair and turns just in time to catch Beca’s lips with his. It’s a quick kiss and Beca is flinging herself into the chair next to him before he knows it. 

“Chloe asked where you were. Why didn’t you tell her?” he surprises himself with the first words that fly out of his mouth. He watches her as she looks off into the distance and her eyes bug for a second. He can tell it bothers her – she’s nervous. 

“Oh she’s…she’s just like locked into the world’s right now….and I’m looking for the right time…” she gestures off in the distance. “I’ll tell her.” Jesse doesn’t believe her, not for a second. He doesn’t know why she’s so hesitant to tell her but he selfishly doesn’t want to push her. Why would he lobby for the woman that’s in love with his girlfriend?

“Okay, so how was your first day?” he asks hopefully. 

“Oh, it was eye opening that’s for sure,” the smile that lights up her face tells him all he needs to know. 

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Chloe’s on her third drink of the night and can feel it. The music courses through her as she laughs and dances with the other Bellas. She’s wishing she hadn’t worn what she did anymore. Maybe she should have opted for the skimpy tank top she was debating over because she’s so warm. She feels Flo move in behind her and the two girls playfully bump and grind to the Britney Spears song blaring through the Treble’s outdoor sound system. In her tipsy, almost drunken haze, Chloe almost misses the short brunette she’s been looking for all night. She spins just in time to see her pecking Jesse on the lips and sitting down next to him at the bar. A strange feeling washes through her at the sight. She shakes it off and starts walking towards the pair, intent on talking to her best friend. She catches Beca’s eye and she flashes her a brilliant smile. It makes Chloe’s heart soar and she walks a little quicker over to her. 

“Beca!” Chloe wraps her arms around her from behind. “Where were you?” 

“I had to stay late at the station tonight,” Beca replies, almost too quickly. 

“You never have to work at the radio station on Friday.” Chloe pouts, hugging Beca just a little bit tighter. Beca visibly tenses at Chloe’s words and she looks to Jesse, her eyes bugging out. 

 “Drew was sick. I couldn’t leave the freshmen in charge.” She shrugs as best as she can with Chloe hanging off of her. 

“Okay well let’s parrrtaayyy!” Chloe whips around and grabs Beca’s arm, pulling her off the stool. Beca can’t do anything but smile as the bubbly and clearly drunk redhead pulls her towards the other bellas. 

“Have fun Beca!” Jesse calls over to the duo. 

“Come dance, nerd!” Beca smirks back. 

“No thanks, have fun with your girls,” He replies, shaking his head. He turns back around and takes a big swig of his drink. 

No problem. You sit there and let me dance with my best friend, Chloe thinks proudly, dragging Beca through the crowd. Chloe squeals as “Titanium” starts playing. Beca and Chloe both smile wildly as they start dancing with each other. This is their song and neither of them can miss the chance to dance to the song that brought them together. Chloe grips Beca by her shoulders and her heart melts a little when she sees how Beca is looking back at her. They both know what the other is thinking before they both start belting out the chorus as it starts, jumping around, lost in their own world. When the song ends Beca looks at Chloe, out of breath, her eyes sparkling. Chloe fights the urge in her gut to just lean forward and kiss the brunette. Her head swirls at the rogue thought, although it’s not completely out of the ordinary for Chloe lately. She’s been having some feelings towards her best friend. Well, she’s known they were there since she busted into her shower her freshman year. They’ve just grown by a few sizes in the last year. But she’s with Jesse and Chloe can’t.  The thought leaves a sour feeling now in the pit of her stomach. Chloe takes a steadying breath and pulls Beca into a tight hug, before letting go and starting to dance to the next song that comes on. 

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Jesse watches sourly from the spot he hasn’t moved from since Beca arrived at the party. His drink is still over half full but doesn’t feel the need to add alcohol to his already piss poor mood. He wasn’t the happiest all day and then watching Beca and Chloe dance just now made it entirely worse. Yeah, he could have gone and danced with her like she wanted, but he just feels so  awkward hanging around the two. There’s just something there between the two he can’t seem to match – no matter how hard he tries. He knows that Chloe loves Beca, anyone within a 5-mile radius can see that. But does Beca reciprocate those feelings? Does Beca love her back? God, he hopes not. Ge’s pretty sure that Beca loves him. But he might be delusional at this point. Sometimes he wonders if he should just end it now and save himself the trouble. He sighs and turns to look back out at the sea of people, just in time to catch Chloe pulling Beca into a bone crushing hug. Beca squeezes her back just as tight, a broad smile on her face. Jesse tips the contents of his cup into his mouth and hops off his stool, walking over to the two girls.

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Beca pulls herself out of Chloe’s embrace, a warm fuzzy feeling seeps from the top of her head down to her toes. It’s usually how she feels whenever Chloe hugs her, a hug from Chloe is sunshine, happiness and warmth. 

“Beca!” She hears Jesse call, walking towards the crowd. 

“You decided to come get in on this action?” Beca spins towards her boyfriend, shimmying around dorkily. 

Chloe giggles at her, busting a move of her own. Jesse doesn’t answer, but Beca grabs his hand anyways and pulls him into her orbit. The three all start dancing; Jesse keeps close to Beca. She turns her back to him to face Chloe and she can feel his hands grasp on to her hips. A small gasp of surprise leaves the brunette, but she smiles and goes with the flow, leaning back into him. The pair playfully grind for a little while, letting the beats of the music flow through them, dictating their movements. Beca looks to Chloe and sees that her eyes are seemingly focused on the two of them. She’s looking dead into Jesse’s eyes. Beca quirks her eyebrow and turns her head to look at her boyfriend. He has definitely locked eyes with the redhead across from them. The stare between the two seems to be laced with some sort of non-verbal communication. The uncomfortable tension between the two hangs in the air around them. Chloe breaks the stare and turns to walk further into the crowd – away from the two. Beca is confused to say the least at this point. She vaguely registers that she’s stopped dancing and so has Jesse behind her. 

“Dude what just happened there?” She spins around and looks him in the eye. 

“I don’t know.” Jesse shrugs. 

“Bullshit.” Beca spits back as best she can over the music, “What happened between you two? Did you say something to her?” Beca asks. She had been looking at Chloe the whole time and never saw her say anything to him. 

“No, I didn’t say anything. Why are you so angry?” Jesse says loudly and firmly back. 

“Because I could fucking feel something in the air. There were daggers happening. Chloe doesn’t walk away angry like that very often,” Beca flails her arms around expressively. 

“So she’s pissed off? What does that have to do with us?” Jesse rolls his eyes. Beca is blown back by his retort. Where is her boyfriend and who is this jackass? 

“I’m done here, dude. I don’t know what you did but I’m going to find Chloe,” Beca spins around and heads through the crowd in search of Chloe. 

She hears Jesse calling her, but she doesn’t particularly care at the moment. She doesn’t know what Jesse said to her or what he did, but he made Chloe upset – that much she can tell. She has no clue why two of her favorite people just can’t seem to make peace. She doubts it’s any kind of Treble vs. Bella thing. That pretty much died away at the end of her freshman year, after Aubrey handed her the reigns. So who knows? But she just wishes that they could at least pretend for her. She spots Chloe sitting down on a lawn chair at the edge of the yard, looking wistfully off in the distance. She doesn’t look angry, but she doesn’t look like her normal, happy, bubbly self either. Beca walks over and plops down in the grass in front of her.

 “Hey Chlo.” She says, trying to keep her voice cheerful. 

“Becs,” Chloe acknowledges her but doesn’t look directly at her. She’s playing with her hands. Beca knows that’s something she only does when she’s angry or nervous. 

“What happened back there?” Beca doesn’t want to prod, but she wants to know what’s going on. 

“Nothing. It’s fine.” Chloe looks down at her, biting her lower lip. 

“I know it’s not nothing,” Beca says back calmly. Usually it’s Chloe breaking down all of Beca’s walls. This is  a weird shift – to be on the other side of it. Beca hears a very telling sigh from the girl above her, one that usually means she’s going to be brutally honest, 

“Why are you with him?”  Chloe asks bluntly. The question floors Beca and suddenly the tables are turned again. Chloe’s coming in with her sledgehammer. She rolls it around in her head before she can properly say anything

“What?” Beca finally asks. 

“Why are you with him?” She says,  clear as day back to Beca, blue eyes swimming with more emotion that she’s seen in a while. Beca is truly at a loss for words. She doesn’t really know where this is coming from

“I don’t know, Chlo.I like him? He’s good to me? It’s easy, it feels natural. Why wouldn’t I want to be with him? You seem like you have a reason for me - so what is it Chlo?” Now Beca is the one fidgeting angrily, pulling at the loose stitches on the edge of the black jeans she’s wearing. 

“What if there’s something better?” Chloe doesn’t miss a beat. “You “like” him. Sounds boring. Where’s the passion Beca? Where’s the heat? Does he turn your world off its axis? Does he make you feel like you can’t breathe right when you’re around him?” 

“I don’t know?” Beca stands up angrily in front of the other girl. “Yes? Ugh. Sure. Why does it matter? You should be happy for me. You’re my best friend? What is your problem with Jesse!?” 

“He’s not me!” Chloe shoots to her feet. Her cheeks are as red as her hair, her hands flying as she gestures. “God, you’re so blind sometimes!” The ground feels like it drops out from underneath Beca. She takes a deep steadying breath. Did Chloe really say what Beca thinks she did? 

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Chloe sucks in air like her lungs were completely emptied. Her head spins. Did she really just say that? Did she really just say everything she did? She definitely did not see this playing out how it did. Beca is looking at her like a baby doe that ran out in front of a semi. Any slight movement and she’ll be running. Chloe runs a hand through her hair nervously.

“Beca…I” she feels tears threatening to spill over. “I don’t know why I did that…I” But before she can say more Beca cuts in.

“How do you feel about me Chloe? I’m pretty sure I get the picture here, but I need you to say it. Just say it Chlo.”  Beca says sternly. Here’s her chance.  She basically just said it, but here it is out in the open again. Here is take two. Chloe swallows back nerves.

“I like you Beca. No scratch that, I love you Beca.” Chloe says, her heart pounding in her chest. She can hear her heartbeat in her ears and the world feels like it’s shaking as Beca asks her next question.

“How long?” 

“Well, I knew I liked you when I busted into your shower three years ago…” Chloe can’t help the smirk that forms on her face and to her pleasant surprise is also on Beca’s face. “I knew I loved you around the time of the ICCAs your freshman year.” Instead of stopping there, Chloe forges forward. This is her shot and she’s not going to waste it. “I was going to tell you after we won. Then you went and kissed Jesse. I knew I should have said something sooner, but I didn’t. It’s been so hard to keep it in, keep it bottled up. It’s been hard to see you everyday with him. And then tonight when you were dancing with him, he was looking at me like he knew. Like he was marking his territory by dancing with you like that in front of me. I just couldn’t take it. Then when you came to talk to me, something just snapped. But I’m not sorry for taking my shot. I know it’s not fair to you, but I just…” Chloe can’t help the tears that are running down her face now. Beca just looks at her bewildered. 

“Chloe I had no idea. Okay, maybe I had a little bit of an idea, but I just assumed it was you. You’re a flirt. you don’t have personal space. I just assumed…” She shakes her head. “I need time to think. I’m sorry I’m not impulsive like that. I need some space. I need some time.” 

“Beca…” She doesn’t even know what else to say. Chloe feels as though her heart was ripped out of her chest if it wasn’t already. She’s not sure what Beca is feeling and she’s not going to know for a while

She shakes her head and sits back down in the grass, staring aimlessly across the party scene in front of them. Chloe walks away back towards the Bella’s house, her tears blinding her vision. She barely makes it to her room before a choked sob escapes her. She flings herself down onto her bed and lets herself cry. 

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It’s been a few days since hood night and Beca just doesn’t seem right. Jesse looks over at her sitting on his bed. They’re having their normal Tuesday movie night and Beca had begrudgingly said yes. She’s even less involved in this than normal.Her jaw is tight and she’s barely touched the giant bowl of popcorn between the two of them. She’s not even trying to pretend she’s watching the movie. He’s tried asking her what happened on Friday, but she won’t say anything. 

“Are you seriously not going to tell me what happened?” Jesse pauses the movie and asks. 

“I said there’s nothing to talk about.” She shakes her head. 

“That’s absolute bullshit. Both you and I know that.” He touches her hand and she flinches away from him. “You are never this upset about just nothing.” 

“I’ve just had a lot to think about.” He can see her face twitch, the façade she put on cracking slightly.

“Uh huh, sure.” He looks back at the paused movie screen deciding his next words. “It has something to do with Chloe, right?” Beca doesn’t say anything but her face twitches again just slightly, in a way that Jesse knows he’s hit the nail on the head. 

“What happened when you went to go find her?” Jesse slams the laptop shut and shoves it to the end of the bed, scooting closer to her. Beca shakes her head, an exasperated smile on her face.

“I can’t…” she looks back over at him, her eyes are full of unshed tears. 

“Just tell me.” he pleads, grabbing her hand again; this time she doesn’t squirm away from him. She sighs deeply and wipes the few rogue tears away from under her eyes, 

“She…umm,” she’s toying with the ring on her finger nervously. “She told me that she loves me.” Jesse’s stomach falls to his feet, that’s what he was afraid she was going to say. Now it’s his turn for his jaw to tighten.

“Do you love her back?” He asks her carefully, unsure if he wants to know the answer. 

“I don’t know…maybe.” Now the tears are flowing freely down Beca’s face in a rare moment of raw emotion not normally seen from her. He’s not sure why his next words leave him, but he’s known for a while, it isn’t him anymore.

 “You want to know what I think…” he chuckles lamely.  “I think you do.” 

“What!?” Beca’s reaction is quick and visceral, she gapes at him. 

“I think you love her too. It’s okay if you do.” Now Jesse can feel the unshed tears in his own eyes. “I see the way you look at her. I see how she makes you feel. I’ve never made you feel the way she does.” 

She’s stunned into silence for a few moments and he can see the wheels turning in her head. She turns quickly to pull him into her arms. Jesse hugs her back willingly. She kisses him hard and he can tell – this is the last time this is going to happen. 

“I love Chloe.” she whispers into his shoulder after she pulls away from the kiss. 

“I know,” Jesse says definitively, “it’s okay.”

“Can we still be friends?” Beca pulls out of his arms and wipes the last of the tears from her face. 

“Eventually, but I need time to heal first.” Jesse sighs. He wants Beca to be happy, but he can’t rush into a friendship right away. 

“I…I get that,” Beca stutters. She stands up from the bed and grabs her messenger bag from the floor

“I’m gonna?” she motions to the door. 

“Go get her.” Jesse shakes his head. He watches her leave and shut the door. He knew it would happen eventually; he just didn’t think so soon. He always kind of knew that Chloe was going to win.  

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Chloe hasn’t left her bed all day, except to go to the bathroom. She didn’t even bother emailing her professors that she wasn’t going to be in class. Chloe was broken. Beca hasn’t spoken to her since it happened. And she knows it’s going to take her some time to talk to her for a while. Chloe needs time too. She needs time to pick up the pieces and glue them back together. It isn’t easy to be rejected, especially when you feel as deeply as Chloe does. She doesn’t love with half her heart. She loves deeply, wholly in a way that always seems to get her in trouble. She rolls onto her back and stares at the ceiling, wondering what would have been different if she had told her sooner. She knows she needs to stop. What’s done is done. There’s no use replaying it. She almost doesn’t hear the knock at her door. She would think she’s hearing things if it wasn’t for a certain someone calling her name from the other side.

“Chloe?” There is another tentative knock and shy voice at the door. Chloe scrambles up from bed and runs to open the door. A scared looking Beca with red eyes and wild hair stands on the other side. She’s definitely been crying. 

“Can I come in?” She asks quietly. Chloe just nods, not able to form words currently. Beca paces around her room for a little bit until she comes to stand in front of her. 

“I suck at words.” She smiles shyly. “I was just with Jesse and he said some stuff that really made me realize how I feel.”

“What, Becs?” Chloe nods, afraid to hear what she’s going to say next. 

“He said that he thinks I love you too.” Beca takes a deep breath. 

“Beca, I can’t take much more of this…I need to try and-” Beca cuts her off before she can say anything else. 

“And I agree with him. I do.” She looks so scared, but not in a bad way. “Love you, that is.”

The words hit Chloe hard and fast. She lunges towards Beca and pulls her in, touching her lips to the other girls for the first time. At first Beca is tentative, her lips unmoving against Chloe’s. Chloe pulls away to check Beca’s reaction, but before she can Beca lunges back at her, this time kissing her back. It surprises Chloe but she is quick to reciprocate. They don’t pull away until the air between them is completely gone. Chloe rests her head against the brunette’s, breathing hard. 

“I didn’t think that was ever going to happen.” Chloe chuckles. 

“Say it again.” Beca says, her voice thick with emotion. Chloe looks at her confused. 

“Tell me you love me. I want a do-over.” she says quietly, barely above a whisper. 

“I love you so much Beca Mitchell.” Chloe’s heart swells at her words. The smile that forms on Beca’s face lights up Chloe’s whole world

 “I love you Chloe Beale.”

#bechloe #weeklybechloe #pp fanfic

[imnotrevealingmyname]

For fanfic writer questions: All. Of. Them. Alternatively: 15. 21 and 25

Lmao 😂😂😂😂❤️❤️❤️❤️ I'm doing all of them.

1. Phone, on Google docs. My phone is an absolute mess.

2. Fanfiction? About two years ago. Don't ask about original stuff. Oof

3. Loki fics, poems.

4. Both? Both. Both is good.

5. Terrible. Ok I'm kidding, I'd describe it as poetic, in a way? Overly poetic is good, ig. But it's also overly dramatic- something I hate seeing in people. Which makes me a hypocrite, ig. Lmao.

But in all honesty, I'm pretty flexible in my writing. Even while writing poems, I can easily shift from writing about EXTREMELY dark stuff (trust me, you don't wanna know) to something light and fluffy, which is a good thing, I guess? But it also feels a bit suffocating sometimes because I have a habit of reading my stuff from the POV of a reader, once I'm done with writing it. So I try to make it as bearable as possible. People nowadays don't always like intense stuff, and since I'm a freaky gal who started reading Shakespeare in third grade, it becomes difficult for me to give up my very intense style of writing. I probably don't make sense, but, uh. Whatever. Point is, I'm not perfect.

6. Random stuff. Seriously. My cupboard can set me off in a writing frenzy- most of the time,however, I don't even know what inspiration is. I meet her very infrequently- so infrequently that she's very forgettable :')

7. No? Sometimes? A couple of my fics were inspired by songs, I suppose. I also unpublished one, if I remember correctly.

8. The title. Oh god, that always makes me lose sleep. And also, the descriptions. Either I'm overly descriptive, or I end up writing a whole one shot in less than 300 words. Why Am I An Idiom is going to be the name of my autobiography, if I ever write one. (And yes, it's is Idiom. Long story.)

9. I don't really have any fixed place for writing. I've been known to write poems in the bathroom, so

10. Do I have a current WIP? I honestly have no idea what I'm doing with them. All I've been writing lately are one shots.

11. I don't count, but I have over 45 drafts

12. If you're talking about fics, then there's this fic I wrote, called Alien Ardour, a few months ago. I unpublished it due to several reasons, but I honestly love it. Also, I really like my one shots Scandalous and Silenced.

13. Like in total? What's 63+48+9? And it's ongoing.

14. Loki. Duh. And death. I love writing about death :')

15. OCs if it's multichapter, reader insert (NO Y/N, PLEASE, TAKE THAT AS FAR AWAY FROM ME AS POSSIBLE) if it's a one shot.

16. Repetitive question.

17. The Soul Trade. A few chapters were for aesthetics, but ok.

18. Loki. Only Loki. And uh.... Drarry. That's my fricking OTP.

19. @caffiend-queen. I love several other authors but she's always the first to come to my mind when I'm asked this question.

20. No

21. Coffee shop AU 😂 I don't even regret this

22. Idiots to lovers

23. 2 years. Fun fact: my first fic was a Drarry fic. I love it so much that it's still on Wattpad, even though I've not updated it in like a year.

24. Haven't we all?

25. Motivation? Who? What? Okay I'm kidding, I read fanfics. Seriously. Either I reread my own and edit them to sorta get back the feel of writing, or I end up reading a new fic. Smut who?

26. I was eight when I started writing, for heaven's sake. I don't remember.

27. If you're talking about fanfiction, then it's definitely @ohhhmyloki and @latent-thoughts (Tumblr won't let me tag y'all, for some reason). I used to write before I read their works but I quite literally began my journey with smut after reading their fics. And I don't think any of my fics written before that even exist anymore. But if we're talking about writing in general, then it's O Henry and Bernard Shaw. Maybe Gerald Durrell. Did I mention that I love Gerald Durrell?

28. Loki.

29. Idiotic. Messy. Freaky.

30. Um, I don't really wanna say this, but it's Just A Kiss Goodnight. It may be my most 'famous' fic, but it's definitely not the best. For one thing, I wrote it in less than a week, and I haven't edited it. And there's no fucking smut. I'm not saying that smut is necessary to make a fic good, but it doesn't have any intimacy in it. It's definitely not boring, I'll give it that, but it's childish.

31. Wtf is the difference

32. What kinda question is this

33. One shot? Depends. I can be freaky fast and write one in less than fifteen minutes, or I can take literal weeks to finish one.

34. Dude, what's the normal font in android? I have no idea. But one of my favourites is monotype corsiva, when I'm on my laptop.

35. Both.

36. I don't

37. All of my works, oof 😂 well, no. But there's this fic I've written, called Let's Get Drunk Together. And another. It's called Three Isn't A Crowd, After All. Cringy af

38. Smut. Dark poetry.

39. WHY ARE SO MANY QUESTIONS REPEATED? It's idiots to lovers, ffs

40. On Tumblr? Average is 60, I think.

41. Yes

42. Writing.

43. All the time

44. Yes

45. I can be as thirsty and smutty as I want without being judged, bless fanfiction.

46. The "WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO MY HEART WHAT ARE YOU DOING AHHHHHHHHHHHH AND WHY AM I SO AROUSED AT THIS TIME OF ALL TIMES AND WHY IS THIS ANGSTY GIVE ME FLUFF" feeling. Not to brag, but I'm very good at that.

47. I can do anything and everything I want. I can make a unicorn fuck a werewolf and nobody will judge me. Or maybe they will.

48. Yes- Wattpad and Ao3.

49. Google docs, word.

50. Fucking Y/N. Like, not literally fucking Y/N, but uh- I mean, I'd totally fuck my clone? But Y/N isn't me, I hate Y/N. And I hate people who just comment on your fic to promote their own fics. We write for your happiness, please at least do the courtesy of appreciating that and not disrespecting our efforts. Most of us spend nights lying awake to give you stuff to read. And also, people who just comment to say,"Update," two minutes after you've just updated. That's RUDE.

51. High school AU

52. Cock, pussy, salacious, sepulchral, pulchritudinous....... I don't have a one track mind I swear

53. Giggled. FUCKING GIGGLED. I don't understand WHY people have this tendency of writing,"she giggled," and,"he chuckled." I don't know why but GIGGLED sounds like something not EVEN a simpering schoolgirl would do. I don't giggle. Not once have I seen peeps who write GIGGLE associate GIGGLE with men, which is something that I find very disturbing and sexist. Call me biased, go on. But I might not even have been here now because I'm from THAT orthodox and sexist a family, and if they'd been any more sexist, I'd have been killed after birth, so don't even dare to come near me with a ten foot pole if you're sexist.

54. Well, yes, I think. I certainly don't hate it, or I wouldn't write.

Dang, I spent over half an hour writing that. Hope that made even an iota of sense.

[lady-olive-oil]

Work Out: Chapter 8

A/N: FINALLY!!!! Good lord it took me 2 months to finish this chapter because if how long I wanted it ti be but hey it’s done!! I want to thank my tribe for helping me out with this and everything and you guys! My readers mean the world to me for all the love and support. As my Christmas gift to y’all, after 3,000 years later, here’s Chapter 8 of Work Out!!!!

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Warnings: Slightly dirty if ya squint, and tear jerky

Word count: 3,934

Tag Squad: @maddiestundentwritergaines​ | @themyscxiras​ | @designerwriterchic​ | @dc41896​ | @honeychicana​ | @crushed-pink-petals​ | @chaneajoyyy​ | @titty-teetee​ | @ljstraightnochaser​ | @mimigemrose​ | @fumbling-fanfics​ | @madamslayyy​ | @amelatonin​ | @screamingdrago​ | @breddiefrooks​ | @ellixthea​ | @uranoscope​

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Tuesday: (3 weeks later)

It had been some time but I finally managed to get through my classes; just needed to take my biology final to officially finish class. And speaking of one ending, the day I’d been longing for had finally come. The day I would finally be free. Mostly of my burdens; my insecurities, my sorrows and the never ending pain in my ass.

As I looked in the mirror to finally put the final touches on my outfit, I felt more confident than I ever have. This year really showed my strengths and weaknesses, and how I want to grow further into my life as an independent woman.

“Soon as I get home, I’ll make it up to you, baby I’ll do what I gotta do.” Using the bathroom acoustics to my advantage, I centered myself singing that verse as a reminder of the happiness I currently had, which immediately put me in a positive mindset. The pinstripe, black and white jumpsuit, made a statement more than anything. It was saying “I may be short but I’m fashionable.”

“Florian! You getting ready yet babe?” Finishing my last curl, I fluffed it all out and decided to pull it into a low curly ponytail.

“Almost draga. All I’m wearing is a nice black dress shirt, slacks and those dress shoes you bought me for my birthday.”

Taking a glance at him, with a wolf whistle in tow, I was impressed. “Damn baby, you look good as hell.”

“Oh stop, I only look good when I’m next to you.”

“Boy, you do that on your own.” Applying my red lipstick, I winked at my reflection ready to turn heads and drop jaws.

“Ready to be free of his bullshit?” He offers his hand to me to hold, and I took it with pride.

“Baby, was born ready.”

The whole process was very tedious. It took a full year for this settlement to go through with the constant changes of his demands; my demands, who’s going to get what at the end of it all and how much money each of us get. Luckily have a great lawyers and support system with me, that kept me level headed through all of this. My dad knew how much of a gutter rat Jake could be, so he took over my case with open arms.

Jake’s lawyer was a high siddity blonde with a bad nose job. Needless to say she was one of the best according to my dad, because he’s heard that a few of his associates have trials against her. Georgia Augustine was her name, making men break character was her game. All I know is Mandy recommended her to him and we all know how that went down. Just sitting across from him made my stomach churn in disgust, with his dumbass face of his. With Florian by my side, I knew I was going to be ok and yet I had an inkling that Jake would try something.

“Now Miss Shaw, is it?” Georgia began, pushing up her glasses, and gave me a look that was irritable. As if she wanted to leave my presence, as to say I was the one irritating her. “It seems as though my client has a few demands as to how this divorce should go.”

“As does mine, Ms. Augustine.” Once my father stepped in, it was go time and he meant business. “My client came into the marriage with her own income from her business, which accumulated sales on it’s own. Your client asked her for support for a child that may not even be his.”

The look on both of their faces was priceless. It seems that his lawyer didn’t know about the little meeting we had a while back. How did my dad know that the baby Mandy had wasn’t Jake’s? Lets just say I have eyes and ears in high and low places. To the point where anything that goes on in the WWE, I will be informed one way or another even though I don’t work there anymore.

“As that is legible, my client doesn’t understand why he was in the wrong for asking her alimony to help raise the child. Regardless if the child is his or not.” Georgia was not backing down from the given statement and it made my stomach churn.

The day he asked me for money for the child, I wanted to ring his neck so hard to make his dumbass pass out. But nonetheless, I made sure I kept it calm cool and collected. My dad proceeded with the rest of my demands.

“Well, your client violated the first court order that my client issued at the first hearing. He wasn’t supposed to ask my client for any form of payment for anything, while he did and forgot the agreement.”

I’m elated I went with my gut to have my dad as my lawyer because he's hitting all the points and not letting Jake breath.

My dad smirked in triumphant. “With that being said, let’s go talk to the judge and reach the final verdict.”

Well gathered in the hallway to await our case being called to have this all be over with.

“You won’t win, Geneva. You won't have anything left by the time I’m done with you.” Jake spoke with venom in his voice as his teeth clenched like a piranha. Florian places himself in between us and sneered down at him.

“They one thing preventing me from beating your ass into the ground right now, is the fact that we’re in a court house. Watch what you say to my lady.”

“Or what? You gonna punch me again?”

This time Florian was ya eye level with him. “I’m going to do far worse than that to you.”

“Case number 7861090, proceed.” As the bailiff called out to us, my nerves vanished and I put on a brave face to get this over with.

Walking into the room, it was quiet and serene making it all better to focus. What seemed like hours, were a mere few minutes. The judge had granted our divorce legal and we could live on for the world to see, as two separate individuals. Jake gave me one last annoyed look before leaving with his lawyer.

The tears racked through my body as Florian and I walked out of the courthouse. He held me close to his warm body, letting me release my tears of triumph. I was finally free, and I felt liberated.

“It’s all over Geneva. It’s all over, you’re safe now love. You’ve got me.” His reassuring voice soothed my tears.

Leaning up on my toes, in my red bottoms, I kissed him gently, pouring out every ounce of love I had for him into this one kiss. Once he kissed me back, my whole body froze and shivered in delight.

Once the kiss broke, I rested my head on his. “And you have me. Let’s go home, I could use a nap after all this.”

“We can after I take you to lunch. You have earned it my love.” Kissing my head, I smiled gently and gave him a nod.

“Lunch then a nap. I'm pretty sure I’ll be up studying till midnight then go back at it tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan. Almost done baby girl, almost done.”

My support system was always there, It was just what I needed to come back down the earth. Now it’s time to crush the rest of the week.

Wednesday Night:

Don’t ever procrastinate when studying to take exams or major tests. Because that’s what I’m doing right now and it’s not helping. Trying to remember the names of the bones in the human body, is harder than I thought.

“There's tibia, the femur and uh shit why can’t I get this?” Groaning in agony and frustration, I gripped my head. The intense pressure of everything piling up at once, caused me to study the night before.

My exam was tomorrow morning, bright and early at 9 am, in a cold ass room full of 30 plus students. This is the last test I have to take to be a certified personal trainer and I couldn’t be more nervous.

“Patella, calcaneus, cuboid and fibula. You got this G, just focus. Now in the upper body it’s the humerus; occipital bone, sternum, scapula, hyoid bone, clavicle and the ethmoid bone.”

I could sense another presence in the room, not taking my focus off the millions of notecards places in front of me. “If you plan on helping me studying Munteanu, then I’d suggest you walk on your cuboid and your metatarsal, and sit on your firm as down.”

“There isn’t a scientific name for ass?” I could hear his smile in his statement.

“Nah. If there was id say it a lot, trust me. What’s up with you? Why aren’t you getting ready for your night out with the boys?” Arching a brow, I bit into a peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich.

“I decides not to go. Told the boys I wanted to help my wonderful lady, who is studying for her exam.”

“Flo, you didn’t have to do that. I honestly would’ve done fine by myself.”

Grabbing my flash cards, sitting on the couch behind me, Florian cleared his throat as he began giving me the definition of the words.

“I want to help my lady, be more successful than she already is. Besides, you’re getting this degree and we’re all going to celebrate. For each one you get right, you get a kiss in the place of my choice. Are you ready?”

I nodded in triumph, with a sweet blush, and anxiousness. This went on for the next 2-3 hours, filled with dirty and sweet kisses left and right until Florian got a little handsy and had me straddle his lap.

“F-Florian. Baby- oh my god. Ok I gotta study.” The noise I made was a combination of a giggle and a heated moan.

“Nuh uh. You’ve studied long enough, and it’s time for a more physical test.” His lips ghosted across my neck, causing shivers to rack through my body.

“More physical test? Bring it on baby.” My voice betrayed me once again, as I felt his lips trailing down my torso.

“Oh I plan to.” The wicked smirk etched on his face only proved that I would be in a whole lot of pain soon.

And sweet delicious pain it was.

Thursday: test day

Seconds turned to minutes; minutes turned to hours and hours turned into built up anxiousness. Anybody that knows me, knows I hate the waiting game and his tedious it is.

It was around 6pm the very same day, laptop on my lap, my left leg was shaking and my nerves were shot. Florian was playing Mortal Kombat 12, next to me, with Michael through his headset.

“Baby girl, it'll all be alright. You’ll receive good news.” During the break, he kissed my head reassuring me.

“You and me both, tell Mike I said hi. I’m gonna get some snacks.” Heading towards the kitchen, I practiced my breathing.

All my years of working and going to school, trying to provide for myself, I couldn’t help but think about how much my life will change. After I get a better more stable paying job once I graduate, my life will go back on track.

I grabbed a bowl of fruit I had sliced earlier, from the fridge, then felt something was off. Reaching for my phone buzzing in my back pocket, I saw a notification stating ‘Final grades posted. Congrats to everyone!’ As the label.

The nerves got the best of me. As I quickly opened the update: gasped out loud and screamed joyously!

“Uh babe..” I called out the Florian.

“Yeah?”

“I passed my test.” I ran toward the living room, forgetting about the fruit bowl on the counter, and showed him my phone. “I passed my tests.”

“Hold on Mike. My baby girl is official!” He actually paused the game to hug and console me.

“I’m so proud of you.”

I couldn't help but cry against his shoulder.

“Thank you. Thank you for believing in me.”

“I knew you could do it. We should celebrate.”

“How about dinner with the crew? I could use the company after studying the last few weeks and dealing with this divorce.” Sniffling gently I heard Mike yelling over the mic through Florian’s headset.

“Invite me too, cuz!”

Picking up the headset I answered him back. “You already know Mike. Let’s go call the boys, Flo.”

“Sounds good. Luckily Sandro and Masias are still in town.”

“Thank you my love.”

Friday Night: Family and Friends Bonding Dinner

Food, fun and laughter. All the special ingredients to bring a family together, to increase a bond and make the stress go away.

Even though my parents had already met Florian’s, it was as if they met for the first time whenever they were around each other. If they were in town, of course that’s when I knew Florian would be with his folks for a bit, since whenever I had work to do.

Earlier today, Florian and I managed to finish writing the last few verses on 2 songs I was putting on my album, that’s coming up. This album is my gift to my daughter and how I want my legacy to skyrocket from here alone. Worth the help of my tribe I knew it would be a hit.

The kitchen reminded me of my childhood times. My mother had made her signature dish, roasted garlic chicken and potatoes. Enough to feed an army, but in this case about nearly 20 people in her dining room. One by one they all shared something they loved and how proud they are of me. Florian’s parents, along with my own, made me tear up the most.

“My sweet Genevieve.” My dad began with a tender smile. I was always a daddy’s girl even though I was close to both parents, the bond I have with my dad is like no other. “We all have watched you grow into the successful woman you are today. We are so very proud of you and know you’re going to do great things in the future.”

Smiling as best as I could, I nodded and sniffled.

Then it was my mother’s turn to speak. “We all know how hard you’ve been working so, your father and I episode like to send you and Florian on a trip wherever you’d like to go.”

“Wait seriously?” I was dumbfounded and in shock.

“Yes seriously. Think of it as a graduation trip, you’ve earned it and we’re so proud of you.” With that I hugged both my parents tightly, with so much love and joy.

Once it was all said and done, I knew I had to give a speech. Even though I am not the best at public speaking, I had to give it my best. I tried to dry my crocodile tears as best as I could, but to no avail they came back with a force.

“This dinner means a lot to me.” I began as I stood to make a toast with all those around me. “It’s been a journey and I’m so blessed to have you all around me, as an encouraging force in my life.”

I let the tears fall, hearing my tribe of loving people around me try to console me, I felt the love and acceptance. Florian had reached for my hand, caressing the back of it with his thumb.

“I just appreciate you all so much, and I couldn’t have asked for a better group of people to have in my life. Salude.” Raising my wine glass to toast to them all.

Cynthia, Destiny, John and Ryan were also a little teary eyed when it came to my speech. They have been there for me through it all, and have never made me question their loyalty.

“Congratulations Geneva. You’re gonna do amazing things.” Florca and my mother both had placed a sweet kiss upon my cheeks, reminding me that I had a great foundation.

Florian‘s infamous smile made me full all warm inside, as he gestured to the group. “Now, let’s eat!”

I knew this was the man I was going to marry someday. It was only a matter of time before our new lives started. I was ready to begin a new life with him.

Saturday: Remembrance

July, 12th, 2017, was the day I lost my new light in the world. I never felt so much pain and agony in my life, that I have vowed from that day forward I would love and cherish any child I have. A few times in the past couple of years, mainly around her birthday and Christmas, I come to her grave sight and place daffodils down upon the base of the headstone.

“Hi Delaney, It’s mommy. Um..” I sniffled gently, trying to hold it together as I touched the letters on the dark grey stone. Florian was right there next to me, kneeling down. He has been the only man I’ve brought to see my daughter, I don’t trust anyone else but him.

“I brought you, your flowers for the month you would’ve been born and a new friend.”

I looked at Florian, nodding gently for him to go ahead, he placed the red and yellow flowers next to mine.

“Delaney Marie Shaw. Words can not express how much you mean to me even though I never got to officially meet you. The way your mother speaks so highly of you is amazing and I know you’d be proud of her at such a young age.”

The love Florian has for me is unmatched. Whether I’m upset or feeling down, he manages it to make the moment better. He single handedly knows how to turn any moment a grand one, and I am the one who is truly blessed.

Gently rubbing the stone, I sighed with a sniffle. “You know, you’re the greatest moment I have ever had in my life. When I met Florian my whole life changed and I knew he’d be there to take care of me, when I needed to move on from your father.”

“Every now and then, I look up at the stars and ask for advice. I keep you close to my heart, my precious baby girl. I love you forever and always.”

Helping me stand back up again, Florian kisses my cheek softly and hugged me close. “I want to thank you for giving me the honor to do this with you.”

“You’re more than welcome Florian. I couldn’t have thought of anyone better to do this with.”

“I will never leave you my love. My promise to Delaney is to never let you fall.” Before heading to the car, I glanced back at the headstone one last time, smiling with peaceful reassurance.

“I think she’d like that. She’d like that very much my love. Now let’s go home and get warmed up with some chili.”

Sunday: Graduation Day

The day has finally come. My bachelors and doctoral degrees finally become mine and mine alone. All these years of finally having something of my own, it doesn’t even seem real yet it is.

After taking pictures with everyone in my cap and gown; having rehearsals for 2 ½ hours and practicing how I was going to walk, I was running my speech through my head. You see, I was one of the few to do a farewell speech seeing as though I am one of 300 students graduating to it. There was about 3 of us giving one: welcome speech, intro speech for our speakers and farewell.

“You’re gonna do great sis. Everyone knows you will do wonderful.” I kept reassuring myself as I sat on the stage, looking over the crowd of so many warm faces full of love for their loved one's.

One by one everyone’s name was called to receive their case that holds their diploma, cause everyone knows we don’t actually get the diploma till it comes in the mail. As soon as it was my turn, I felt the nerves kick in as I shook hands with the dean and the faculty of the school.

“Genevieve Leona Shaw.” My name was announced by dean McIntosh, and I knew which section my family was in, cheering me on like a raging fire. He gave me the ok to deliver my speech after the president of the school had spoken.

“I could not believe we finally made it here, you guys.” I began my speech, wiping my tears that fell from my eyes. Seeing all my classmates, that were in my nursing program, in the front row with our matching caps that said ‘eaRNed It’ in various decorations.

“These last few years have been amazing and heartwarming. I couldn’t believe after all our hard work and determination, we made it to this day. Graduation day, our day.” I found my family, smiling at me with so much love and admiration. I knew I would be just fine with this new venture in my life going forward.

“Now without further ado, turn your tassels from right to left, cause class of 2019 we did it!” just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, a gang of balloons fell from the ceiling along with confetti. For someone who has a fear of public speaking, the speech wasn’t so bad after all. Marching out with my classmates I signaled towards my family to meet me out by the south stairs in the front.

Good thing I had brought my flats because my feet were hurting in these heels. Taking pictures with my fellow Deltas and a couple of AKA’s, never felt so real to finally be done with this program. Mike had met me at the location first so he was able to take the pictures for me. Donnie, Leilani and Luca were crying again as soon as they got to me again. Giving me hugs and kisses and the celebratory sibling picture.

“There she is! There’s my hardworking queen, I am so proud of you.” Florian picked me up and spun me around in complete bliss and happiness. I knew I was going to cry because I felt the tears fall down my rosy cheeks.

Receiving hugs from all my friends and family meant the world to me, even from Florian’s family too. Masias and Sandro gave me the type of hugs that you’d sway people from side to side. Made me feel like I gained 2 more brothers.

“So Miss Graduate, what are you going to do now?” Cynthia asked as she and Destiny linked their arms with me to take pictures.

“Well I am going to put my album out,with an interview coming up with the Breakfast Club and maybe even grow my personal trainer business.” I sighed with glee then a thought appeared. “Also I do know for a fact that somebody is getting married this weekend. So we are gonna live it up in Vegas and then get you hitched in Hawaii.” I smirked towards Cynthia who was blushing mad at me.

“So with that being said, tonight we party!” Going into these new moments with the people I love, was all I needed in this life. Especially since I am finally free of a burden that wouldn’t let me thrive. Now, I can soar without regret or remorse.

#florian munteanu x geneva shaw #florian munteanu #florian munteanu fanfic #genevieve shaw #geneva shaw #work out chapter 8 #sevyn streeter

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Things I Want in the Final Season of the 100 That Wont Happen

Well the roller-coaster that is the 100 is coming into its final season which leaves me very sad that one of favourite shows in ending, but also curious about the things that will be wrapped up and the things that will be glossed over now that it’s coming to an end. Then I thought to myself; ‘What things do I really want to see before it ends and how likely are they to happen?’ So, here are just a few to start off with, with probably more to be written about later as the promo stuff comes out probably in 2020:

 1.The most obvious thing I WANT: Bellarke to happen and be endgame. Shocked? Why, it’s obvious I’m a Bellarke shipper, what are you nuts?! Yes, I really hope that they have Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin to finally be able to be together after the 131 years its been teased. I cannot tell you how much I love these two, so I wont go into everything, but if they just built up these two and their relationship and support and love for each other just to slap them with a ‘Platonic’ label in the end…there will be no end to how pissed I will be for their waste of one of my favourite tv/movie couples ever. If the show doesn’t end with Bellamy, Clarke and Madi as a family with Bellarke being co-leaders as voted by Wonkru (if possibly not Spacekru) and possibly also having a few little Griffin-Blake bubs to be acknowledged ala the end of the original Charmed, then they have done a huge disservice to their fan-base and I probably wont trust anything they (a certain someone in particular) again since they’ve teased and recanted so many times, it’s just ridiculous at this point.

 2.I want Wonkru to vote for their new leader, and I want that leader to be Clarke. They revered Wanheda for taking down the Mountain when their own Heda made deals with the monsters who used her people as disposable blood bags for 40ish years. Clarke went into the City of Light and shut it down, finding out about the 2nd end of the world in the process which is the only reason any of them survived it. SHE survived Praimfaya and even managed to find Madi, the last Nightblood, and raised her on her own. She may have betrayed Bellamy and took Madi to the Valley and sided with McCreary (which to be fair was her only option other than DEATH at the time) but she was also the only reason Raven didn’t bomb Wonkru and Spacekru to save herself and Shaw and overthrew and killed McCreary. Add to that now that Clarke survived a procedure no-one else had in 250+ years, she fought against an immortal ‘God’ and won back control over her own body, fooled the other ‘Gods’ into thinking she was one of them, stopped them from wiping the minds of everyone still in Cryo, helped Madi take control from Sheidheda and got rid of the mind-wiping serum and about half of the Primes in the process and…I’m going to say Wanheda had probably never looked so fierce and badass before and that’s saying something.

Grounders respect strength, but I think they (Indra and Gaia especially) also realise that it’s not just strength they’ll need on the new world, it’s compassion and Clarke has consistently had that in spades. Don’t agree? Then rewatch the series and note down the people who have betrayed/mistreated/more or less spat in Clarke’s face that she’s not only forgiven but also usually turned into allies, I’ll wait. Hold on, no I wont it would take too long. Anyway, even when her own people use her as their verbal punching bag (repeatedly. Looking at you Raven) she rarely retaliated or lashed out back, usually just getting a pained look before shrugging it off and moving forward. I want Wonkru to want Clarke as their leader…and I want her to say no at first. I want her to have to be talked into it, not because she doesn’t want to help etc but because at this point she’s just bloody tried and grieving and probably just wants to take a breath! Add to that she probably doesn’t think she’s the kind of leader they want/need when not in war. I want Indra, Gaia and Miller to include her in meeting about what to do next, to ask and value her input/suggestions while giving their own. I want them to be sneaky, and kind of ease her into the position when she’s just thinking their having a general discussion. I want Clarke to try and push Bellamy as their leader, and end up having them be co-leaders because of course they are. Add to that, I don’t want Spacekru to be a part of these discussions at first, maybe only being treated like workers instead of key decision makers.

 3.Tied to the above, I want Spacekru to have the rug pulled out from under them. Now don’t get me wrong, as a whole I really like most of the members of Spacekru, but their continued “we’re better than everyone else” schtick grated my nerves all season 6. Their actions in season 5 are just as responsible for McCreary destroying the Earth as anyone else’s, they were the ones to put him in charge in the first place for crying out loud!, but they don’t hold themselves at all accountable, instead heaping all the blame on the easy target: Clarke. Was Clarke blameless for what happened in season 5? Hell no! But Spacekru acting like they had no part in it and using Clarke as their verbal punching bag (again) for a good chunk of season 6 was bull. Add to that, that 5 out of 8 of them have tried to kill Clarke in the last 3 weeks (ok, Emori would have been counted as a half but she did kind of applaud Murphy helping Clarke’s murderers as ‘the survivors move’ and only told Bellamy about Clarke being alive because of her loyalty to him/Spacekru not because she actually cared about Clarke really so…yep. Oh and since Raven watching and doing nothing to stop Echo kill Clarke would make her an accessory in most legal systems I’m counting her just as culpable and guilty of Echo almost killing Clarke) them being aghast at the Primes for doing the same is pretty funny (except Bellamy, poor lamb).

So, yes, now that Wonkru (especially Indra, our droll queen of not taking any bullshit!) is in Sanctum too I kind of want Spacekru to puff themselves up, thinking they’re awesome for ‘handling’ the Prime problem and then…I don’t know, be put on trial for their actions against Wanheda and Madi? Before the ranting and raving begins, just hear me out (and take note that I’m already writing a fanfic where this happens): say what you want about Wonkru and the Grounders, they’ve always had a hell of a lot more gratitude and respect for Clarke/Wanheda than her own people have, as stated in point 2. Add to that, that Gaia and Miller witnessed for themselves that Spacekru’s actions largely made the situation worse, again, and Murphy and Raven telling Russell about the bone-marrow solution to save themselves from being burned alive (thanks, Echo), putting Madi in a huge amount of danger in the process. I want the prisoners to kind of get in on it too, a bit. I want them to tell Wonkru about Spacekru’s actions in the Valley and how they pretty much tripped ass backwards into putting McCreary in charge and undermining everything Bellamy and Clarke were trying to do to bring about a truce at the time. I also want (and this is going to set SO MANY people off!!) the prisoners to tell Indra about what they overheard on the radio on the night before the world burned. I want them to tell Indra and the others about how close Clarke came to being murdered to ‘avenge Bellamy’ and that it was Madi that stopped Echo from killing Clarke, while Raven and Shaw stood back and did nothing. I want it to come out that even after Echo tried to kill her, Clarke protected her from McCreary killing her, TWICE, for the man Echo would have killed her to avenge even though Clarke though he was dead. I want all this information to come out at ‘trial’, maybe even have a recording of the radio in Clarke’s pocket as proof and Emori, Murphy and Bellamy to find out right before they’re led away to wait for deliberation. I want Bellamy to fight between using his heart and his head as his view of his family is rocked with the new information as he puzzles out which version of them was on the Ring: who they were or who they needed to be to survive, and whether he could trust them off the Ring. Dun Dun DUNNN!!

 4.I want Becho to break-up (obviously, see point 1) but I want it to come after a few things are revealed. Look, as a character I don’t have anything against Echo on the whole but she is a character where we’re told one thing: that she’s changed on the Ring and is a ‘good guy’ now, and (in my opinion) we’re shown another: she still betrays her allies to further her own goals (turning in Shaw against Raven’s wishes, baiting and belittling, and eventually killing, Ryder), still goes behind her leaders back and goes too far to try and get them what they want by means they’d never agree to (going undercover in the Conclave to cheat which got her banished by Roan, trying to kill Clarke in front of Madi to ‘avenge’ Bellamy). I mean she herself pretty much said that she hasn’t changed when she stabbed and killed an unarmed, outnumbered Ryker while stating “Hesitation is death.” Which was Nia’s creed which Echo is seen once again embracing. The only time she even attempts to be ‘the good guy’ is in front of Bellamy, and even then her first response is usually ‘we need to fight our way out’ to pretty much every situation. I know a lot of people say that they think that Echo will realise Bellamy is still in love with Clarke and graciously step aside, but honestly that seems a bit out of character. Echo has pined for Bellamy since before Praimfaya and when you factor in her possibly feeling like her place in their family being threatened if she’s no longer Bellamy’s girlfriend I can’t really see Echo giving up without a fight. I want Bellamy to really try and figure out who and what he wants and fight for it, but still let Echo down easy and reassuring her that she’s still family. And then a little bit of time to let things settle and mourn what they had even if it ends somewhat amicably (Spacekru will probably be pissed).

 5.Now onto something lighter: I want more Bellamy and Madi bonding! Let’s be honest here, Bellamy has been a papa-bear since season 1 (which was why it really threw me when he was so ready and willing to turn Madi into a child soldier with the Flame, but moving on) and I really want to see Bellamy and Madi to spend time together; Madi telling Bellamy stories about her and Clarke’s time in the Valley and wanting to hear Bellamy’s stories about his and Clarke’s time together before Praimfaya. I want Madi to tell Bellamy that he and Octavia were routinely the heroes of Clarke’s stories and for him to be shocked (and a little saddened) that Clarke didn’t see herself as a hero. I want Madi to be kind of enamoured with him, since he was pretty much the only one (besides Monty and Harper) who lived up to the stories Clarke told her growing up and because he risked everything to save Clarke. I want Bellamy to kind of embrace his unofficial role as father-figure, telling her stories of mythology and history, spending time with her while her bone-marrow grows back and she’s in isolation. Controversial: (like this whole thing isn’t that already) I want there to be a point where it gets to be too much and Madi loses it. Where her almost losing Clarke, and fighting Sheidheda in her head and being tied down and having her bone marrow take without her consent to catch-up with her and she just breaks down and sobs her heart out. And I don’t want Clarke to be there to comfort her. I want Bellamy to be there and help her through it; telling her it’s ok to still feel the pain of the almost loss and that it’s ok to not always be strong for Clarke’s sake so she doesn’t worry. I want Bellamy and Madi to sit together as they grieve the horrible almost that would have taken Clarke from them. Oh, and I want her to teach him to spear fish.

 6. Now this, I know is DEFINITELY not going to happen: I want Murphy and Raven to have to earn Clarke’s forgiveness/friendship. Say what you will about Clarke’s actions in season 5, both Murphy and Raven would be dead dozens of times over throughout the series if it wasn’t for Clarke. Hell, Bellamy almost killed Murphy at least 3 times at the Dropship in season 1 and was only stopped by Clarke’s intervention. Like I said, say what you will but Murphy actively helped Josephine to not only try to stop Spacekru/Wonkru (though mainly Bellamy, lets be honest) from retaliating for Clarke’s murder by the Primes, he would have helped Josephine erase Clarke from her own damn head if Emori hadn’t gone behind his back and told Bellamy about it. And Raven? Raven stood back and did nothing to stop Echo from trying to kill her in front of Madi, because she thought she was justified and then played the victim when Clarke had an actual plan and didn’t just lay down and die like they planned. She told Clarke the only difference between her and Blodreigna was Blodreigna didn’t pretend to feel bad about the things she’d done. Raven and Murphy were the main ones (but not the only ones) who more or less called Clarke a monster and treated her like she was nothing. They were the ones who told Russell about the Nighblood solution being made from bone-marrow (even after Raven watched Kane kill himself, taking the safer-to-make Nightblood solution with him so the Primes couldn’t create more Nightbloods) and Raven talked Abby into taking the marrow from Madi. In general we got a lot of Clarke bashing from Murphy and Raven this past season and even though I KNOW they’ll just have Clarke overlook them mistreating her because that’s what she does, I really wish that they’d have Murphy and Raven show some self-awareness and pull their heads out of their arses and actually make an effort towards Clarke for once, instead of only showing any care, friendship or compassion towards her when they need her to make another impossible decision, if then.

 7.Fluff alert: I want Bellamy to be a bit nervous about Clarke finding out about the deal he made with the Primes. I want him to tear himself up a bit with the guilt of not telling her, maybe made worse by Murphy ‘teasing’ him about it, before caving and admitting it to Clarke, ashamed that he made a deal with her murderers to overlook her death for resources and help. I want her to grab his hand of some kind of physical contact before she tells him she knew all about it. I want him to be shocked and appalled that she didn’t seem upset and that she should hate him. I want her to smile at him, and tell him she had been upset at first, but could never hate him for that. That she had been proud of him, just like she was after Praimfaya. I want fluffiness, tears and forgiveness!!!

 8.Octavia? Yeah, she’s not dead.

 9.I swear to GOD if they make Jordan another Jasper, there will be riots in the bloody streets, you hear me?! RIOTS!!

 That’s all I can think of from the top of my head but before anyone asks; yes, a few of these are very specific because I’ve already written scenes that cover all of these that I will be incorporating into my season 7 spec fic of ‘things that will probably never happen’ that I’ll put on AO3 and FF.net at some point in the coming months.

If you don’t agree with something I’ve written above, then that’s all well and good and you’re entitled to your opinion as much as I am. However, please refrain from spewing hate into my inbox because…well I honestly don’t care if you agree with me or not. This is simply my OPINION of what I’D like to see, that I’ve stated multiple times that I honestly don’t hold out hope on the whole that any (besides number 1, 8 and 9) will end up happening.

#the 100 #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #madi griffin #bellarke #anti becho #don't like don't read

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Red Dead Rising | Chapter 1

Fanfic summary: 12 YEARS BEFORE RDR2 - Greed, money, and larceny. These are the only things Arthur has ever known; the only things he’s ever been taught. But when Dutch decides to hit a town called Harlow, what started out as nothing more than a plan to rob the local bank ends up igniting the events that lead to RDR2, and a 24 year-old Arthur is forced to confront his morality while the gang faces a terrifying enemy of their own making.

Point of view: third-person

This story is also on AO3 and Wattpad

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Author’s note: Well! It’s been a couple months since I last sat down and wrote anything, but it feels good to be writing fanfic again. Please let me know what you think of this first chapter, and I hope you enjoy :) I missed doing this.

SOMEWHERE IN OREGON

APRIL, 1887

“GET BACK HERE, SHAW!” Farley roared over the thunder as he chased the deputy through the pouring rain. “We ain’t done until one of us drops dead!”

The other man frantically hurdled his way over a series of boulders and continued to climb the small mountain, his feet clumsily slipping on the wet rock as he desperately tried to escape his pursuer.

“I-It’s already done, Farley!” The deputy yelled back. “Ain’t nothin’ you can do that’ll change what’s happened!”

“Maybe not!” Ronan conceded. “But that don’t matter. Not anymore. All that matters now is killing you. So get back here and finish what you started, you goddamn snake!”

Storming his way up the steep hill, the ex-sheriff hoisted himself onto a ledge and let out a strained grunt, his fingers practically digging into the solid stone as cold rain streamed down his bloodied face.

Ronan was already drained of all energy just from hunting this man down, and the more he scaled this godforsaken mountain, the more he found himself wanting to give up and simply collapse.

But regardless of how exhausted he grew, or how much his body threatened to break underneath him, Farley absolutely refused to drop. He had already been through so much, and lost everything he ever cared for. His closest friend was dead, his wife was nowhere to be found, and now, the only life he ever knew was crumbling around him all because of one man.

It may have been futile, but nothing was going to stop Ronan from doing what he intended.

Nothing was going to stop him from killing Benjamin Shaw.

Whipping out his pistol, Farley quickly shot the deputy’s abdomen just as he began hugging a corner, causing the man to leave a trail of blood in his wake as he continued to flee.

“…Dammit!” Ronan muttered once he realized he missed. But he wasn’t giving up just yet.

Forcing himself up the ledge, the sheriff carried on with his pursuit and chased after Shaw as he limped towards the mountain’s peak, groaning in agony with every step he took.

By now, the monstrous clouds above them had parted slightly so that they were blanketing the entire region, allowing nothing more than a sliver of sunlight to bleed through as the rest of the land was shrouded in a miserable darkness.

From up here, it was impossible to see any sign of civilization hiding in the vast wilderness beneath them. For just a moment, Ronan felt as if he and Benjamin were the last remaining men on Earth.

There was nothing out here except the two of them. Nothing except two, insignificant killers fighting to the death… all for something that had already been destroyed beyond repair.

It was meaningless, and the world would carry on without them even when they were dead, but killing Benjamin was one of the only two things Ronan gave a damn about anymore -- and by God was he going to do it.

Finally reaching the top of the mountain, Ronan found Deputy Shaw sitting against a lone tree just by the cliff’s edge as he clutched his waist, groaning and cursing to himself while blood continued to stain the grass below.

It seemed unlikely that Benjamin would survive his injuries, but when the conniving man finally noticed Farley’s presence, he did nothing except let out a weak chuckle, his voice slowly faltering in pain.

Shaw smiled at the former sheriff from a distance and laughed, revealing the red-stained teeth he had uttered so many lies through.

“…A-Alright, Farley…” Benjamin panted out, casually raising his hands in defeat. “…You… you got me. Well done, I guess.”

Slowly prowling towards the injured deputy, Ronan kept his gun aimed directly at Shaw’s head and glowered at him with a wounded gaze, trying to conceal the broken man hiding inside.

“Shaw.” The sheriff replied in what was almost a whisper.

He had about a thousand thoughts rushing through his head right now, but none of them reached his mouth. He knew neither what he wanted to say, nor what was worth saying.

And so, Benjamin spoke in his place.

“I-I suppose… you want an explanation…?” The deputy asked. “Is that it?”

Ronan clenched his jaw at the response. “You could say that.”

The sheriff continued, barely speaking in an audible tone. “I treated you fair, Ben. Always did. So why’d you do it? What do you gain from all of this?”

Shaw hung his head low, not even bothering trying to talk his way out of this one.

“Awww… it weren’t nothing personal, Farley. Just business. We have our jobs, after all, and I was just doin’ mine. Trust me. It’s what’s best for my people.”

Ronan picked up on the last statement.

“Your people…?” The sheriff questioned. “And what about Andrew? That poor boy had barely grown into a man before you murdered him. You think this is what’s best for him?”

Benjamin appeared unfazed by that. “Better him than my folks.”

Angered at the reply, Ronan suddenly lurched forward and forcefully grabbed Shaw’s collar, hauling the man’s face closer to his.

“You sick son-of-a-bitch…” Farley nearly growled. “I’d kill you right now if it wasn’t for my wife.” He violently shook Benjamin in his grip. “Where is she, you bastard? What have you done with Annabelle?!”

Shaw choked on the blood gathering in his mouth and let out a series of coughs, eventually spitting the red liquid on the ground.

“Oh, don’t you worry ‘bout her…” he mumbled out. “She’s in safe hands.”

Ronan yanked him closer. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Benjamin looked the sheriff in the eye, repeating his answer. “I said, don’t worry about her, Farley. She’s with my people now. She’s safe.”

Farley remained unconvinced. “And I’m supposed to just believe you?”

The deputy smirked, but in an oddly sincere fashion. “I done told… a lotta lies recently, but that… I promise you. My friends… they’ll take good care of her. It’s what they do. What they’ve always done.”

The sheriff sighed in frustration. “But where is she? Who are ‘your people?”

Benjamin shook his head and gave Ronan an apologetic gaze, keeping his lips tight.

“Oh… now, you know I can’t tell you that, old friend. S’much as I’d like to. It’s… it’s confidential. I’m sure you understand.”

Farley persisted. “No, I’m afraid I don’t.”

Shaw only grinned at that and patted the sheriff’s fist in a friendly manner as he slipped away, hacking up even more blood.

“…Well, you will. Someday. You’re a smart fella, after all. I mean… you found me, didn’t you?”

Ronan’s tone softened and he gazed at the ground, his expression plastered with regret.

“…So I did. After it was too late.”

Benjamin nodded in understanding, his brow furrowing due to the pain. “Yeah…that’s usually how it goes.”

Realizing that there was nothing he could say or do that would convince Shaw to help him, Ronan finally released the man from his grip and steadily rose from the ground, his coat wildly flapping in the adamant breeze as he reluctantly prepared his pistol.

As much as he hated to admit it, it did pain the sheriff to kill Benjamin. Despite everything he had done in these past couple of weeks, Ronan still hadn’t forgotten the deputy he once called friend, and it certainly didn’t help to lose another familiar face right after saying goodbye to young Andrew.

Farley may’ve despised Shaw with all his heart and hated him for his crimes, but he also didn’t want to destroy the one remaining piece of his past left. There was a warped sense of camaraderie between them, and in a twisted way, it almost made Ronan want to spare him.

…But he knew he couldn’t.

Reloading the gun with one last bullet, Ronan pulled the hammer down and stared helplessly at his old partner, wondering how in the hell he got here.

It wasn’t too long ago that Farley was a respected sheriff in his town, but now… he was no more than an outcast. Just another lost man who had given in to vengeance and betrothed himself to a lifetime of pointless redemption, only to discover that no one gave a damn anyways.

Ronan Farley was already dead, as far as civilization was concerned. He was nothing but a tarnished face whose only legacy would be hushed whispers and cautionary tales.

He had become the very man he once hanged for a living, and the world had forsaken him because of it.

He was alone.

Taking a deep breath, Ronan inched his finger over the trigger and aimed the pistol directly at Benjamin’s head, trying to hide how much his hand was truly trembling.

The only thing that Farley could hear aside from his own heartbeat was the low cracking of the distant thunder and the wretched howling of the wind, both of which filled his head like a wailing phantom.

He was finally ready to carry out what he had come here for, and to live with whatever consequences arrived. He was ready to put all remorse aside.

“Goodbye, Ben,” Ronan said flatly as the day came to an end. “I wish I could say I was sorry.”

Shaw smiled loosely at that and closed his eyes, resting his head against the tree.

“…You really shouldn’t be.” The deputy let out one final, jagged breath. “I just wish it didn’t have to end like this.”

Ronan shook his head and gazed vehemently at the man, softening his tone as the sky began to lighten around them.

“Don’t we all.”

~~~~~~~~~~

EARLIER THAT YEAR

FEBRUARY

HARLAN LAKE, DAWN

Filling the silence of the dying night, a few birds started to sing joyously into the emptiness just as the sun began peeking above the jagged horizon, its vibrant light painting the nearby mountains with a striking salmon color that stood out prominently from the deep, purple atmosphere.

It was rather peaceful at this time of day. Aside from the birds, there wasn’t much activity among the local wildlife at the moment, and the humans inhabiting the area had yet to rouse from their slumber either.

All of their tents were still shut, and the only noises coming from their camp were the distant sounds of content snoring accompanied by the soft crackling of a flickering campfire.

Meanwhile, their horses slept unperturbed under the numerous trees surrounding the vast lake as their leaves rustled in the crisp morning breeze, softly swaying in a way that almost made it look like the forest was breathing.

As for the unseen fish in the lake, a few of them had just started periodically poking their heads above the rippling surface, eager to feed on the insects buzzing around in the air.

But for the moment, everything was calm. Not single thing disturbed the overall peace in the region, and the only person to be ambling about was a distinctive man who was currently making himself comfortable on a stump.

He paid no mind to the nature slowly waking up around him nor to his fellow gang members who still lingered in their dreams, and instead, focused entirely on the peculiar item in his hand.

It was a letter.

And not only that, but a letter from someone he didn’t expect to hear from again. The two of them parted ways a while ago, after all, and he didn’t anticipate the other to contact him so soon.

They seemed quite determined in their plan to meander down a different path in life the last time he saw them, so it was both a pleasant and worrying surprise to see that they were trying to reach out.

Whether it was to ask for help or to officially say goodbye, he didn’t know. He just hoped that everything was alright. There was little to no safety in their line of work, and if anything had happened to his dear friend, he wasn’t sure what he’d do.

The man supposed there was no point in delaying the inevitable and hastily unfolded the piece of paper, curious to see the message waiting on the inside:

“Hello, old friend,” the letter began. “It’s Hosea. I know it’s been nearly an entire year since I last contacted you -- and I regret that -- but I’m afraid I’ve hit a wall, Dutch.”

“My life with Bessie -- it’s been going well. We’ve settled down for a bit and tried to squeeze ourselves back into civilization... but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the times I spent with you. And with Arthur.”

“I love Bessie with all my heart, of course. There’s no denying that. In fact, she’s the reason I decided to put the gang behind. I wanted to start a new life with her -- a life away from crime. But after all this time of being separated from you degenerates, I’ve learned that there’s no use in hiding the man I truly am.”

“I was never meant to be a man of civilization. You know that. Being bound by the law feels like wearing a leash around my neck, and frankly, this old boy’s grown tired of it. Needless to say, Bessie ain’t too happy about my choices, but I’ve got something good for you, Dutch. Something you might be interested in. And I’m willing to bet it could help the gang too.”

“Come meet me in New Aubertin at the end of this week. It’s a city to the northwest, accessible by any train station. I’ll send a contact in my stead to greet you just in case the law gets wind of our ideas. Look for a man by the name of Thomas Moreau. I’ve instructed him to wait for you by the pond. He’ll lead you to me. Oh, and one more thing: bring Arthur with you. The boy doesn’t need to be there necessarily, but I miss him dearly. It would be good to see you both again.”

The man flipped the letter to the other side, reading its final sentence.

“...Stay safe, Dutch. We’ve got big plans ahead of us.”

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #rdr2 #arthur morgan #Dutch Van Der Linde #hosea matthews #male ocs #female ocs #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 story #rdr2 prequel

[agl03]

Hi! Idk if you are taking request for a fanfic but... So... after that end... maybe (for a miracle, bc in the canon is very impossible) Jemma was pregnant at the end of the season?

Hi Anon,

Well someplace has frozen over because my muse decided to cooperate.  Also massive thanks to @eclecticmuses and her enabling.

Never Alone

Deke walked down the halls of the Zephyr, still trying to adjust to the changes that had been make in what seemed like the blink of an eye.   Well, it was for him at least.   Jemma had yet to specify exactly how much time they’d had but Deke knew his Grandparents work and the leaps they had made and it had to be years at the very least, even with help.

In his hands he carried two steaming mugs of tea, the drink something he was slowly started to take a liking too with his Grandmother’s influence.  He’d noticed she preferred to curl around a cup as the day would wind down and the mission was done.  

He came to a stop in front of the door to her bunk and paused for only a moment.  Even though it had been Jemma who’d placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and asked him to come by after his debrief he still felt slightly intimidated standing outside her door.  

Ever since she had saved them from the temple there had been a quiet sadness about her.  At first Deke thought it was because she was separated from Fitz and the stress of the new mission.  But as time went on Deke felt there had to be something more.  After all, she was at least able to speak with Fitz every so often on a very secured line Enoch helped set up. 

Finally he summoned his courage and gently wrapped on the door with his foot, the door sliding open just seconds later. 

Jemma had changed into what looked like one of Fitz’s old T Shirts and leggings, her hair pulled back in a loose pony tail, and a smile, a real smile, graced her face as she looked at her tablet screen.   

“He’s just arrived,” she said and looked up at Deke.  

Deke felt his heart soar as he saw Fitz for the first time since he jumped away from this lab what had seemed like ages ago now.

“Bobo!” he cried and rushed forward and hastily dropped the mugs of tea onto the table before he flopped onto the bed next to Jemma.

“It’s so good to see you,” Deke said sincerely and tried to pick up on clues as to where his grandfather could be, he looked to be in quarters very similar to Jemma’s, though there was an odd amount of pink items scattered behind him.  And was that a cat sleeping on the sofa?

“It’s good to see you too,” Fitz said warmly.  “I’m sorry for what I said to you in the lab and that you felt like we didn’t love or accept you Deke.  You are part of our family and no matter what happens we will always love and support you.”

Deke felt tears well in his eyes and Jemma placed a comforting hand on his shoulder with a slight squeeze.  

“For what it’s worth I’m sorry too,” Deke said “I knew it was wrong to use your tech as inspiration but it was so brilliant and it could help so many people I just got in over my head a wasn’t sure how to get out.”

“You are brilliant Deke,” Jemma said “your ideas can and will save lives.  Fitz and I can’t wait to see what you create.  And we’ll be here to help every step of the way.”

Deke finally allowed the tears to fall. Too overcome and honestly not prepared for this to be what was going to happen when Jemma asked him for him to visit.  

“There is more,” Jemma said as she glanced at Fitz on the screen longingly and he offered a soft smile in support.  “You said you would share my burden and this separation from Fitz isn’t going to be easy.  It goes against everything Fitz and I have ever done, we’re usually tearing apart the Universe to get back to each other, not knowingly hiding from one another.”

Deke had so many questions about that but decide that could wait, he could feel a weight in the air, that there was so much more to this.   

“We had time,” Fitz started. “But what we didn’t realize immediately was the Universe had one last loop to throw at us.”

“I said we’d find something Magnificent in Space and we did, in more ways than I could have imagined,” Jemma interjected but she was clearly too overcome with emotion to continue.

Deke pulled her into his arms and Fitz continued.  

“Jemma was pregnant,” Fitz said quietly and Deke pulled Jemma even tighter.  “We found out after Enoch had set us up in that base.”   

Fitz paused again and look just off screen and opened his arms, within seconds a beautiful little girl who had to be at least four with long brown curly hair and bright blue eyes flew into those arms and Fitz embraced her with a bright smile.

“Is it Mummy?” the little girl squealed and wriggled around in her fathers arms until she was looking at the screen.

“Yes,” Jemma said tenderly running her fingers on the screen “It’s Mummy, and look who I have here with me.”

“DEKE!” the girl cried.  “Mummy and Da said you would be okay after Mummy went on her special mission!  Did you like the Lemons I painted in the room?”

Deke found himself at a loss for words, the odd piece of art above his bed suddenly becoming one of his most treasured items.  The pieces slotting into place and the true depths of Jemma’s pain and his Grandparents sacrifice was revealed.   

“Deke,” Fitz said proudly “We would like you to meet your Aunt, Charlotte Shaw Fitzsimmons.”

“Hello Charlotte, it’s nice to meet you,” Deke said and squeezed his grandma even tighter.   “And yes, I love my Lemons.”

Charlotte smiled in delight before she turned her attention back to her mother, excitedly telling Jemma about their day working in the lab, learning about history, it seemed a trip to the 40′s was coming to protect someone named Sousa, and finally the pancakes they had made for dinner.  

All too soon there was a soft chime indicating their time was up and it was time to say goodbye.

“Can Deke talk again?” Charlotte asked.

“Yes, Jemma assured “Well make sure you get some special time with Deke at least once a week.”  

“You got it Lemon Drop!  I can’t wait to see what you Dazzle me with next time we talk.”   Deke said the little girl practically beaming back.  “You take care of Bobo too…between you and me he can be a handful sometimes.”  

Another more urgent chime sounded and Deke waved his final goodbye and stepped away to his now cold tea, to allow Jemma a few precious moments alone with Fitz and their daughter.   

He knew the call was done when Jemma let out a shaky sob and dropped her tablet onto the bed.  Deke was at her side in and instant.  Holding her as she cried and shedding a few tears of his own.

It wasn’t fair, they fought so hard to find each other again, to have the family they so desperately wanted, and a bunch of world conquering androids were taking that away from them.  

“Thank you,” Deke said.  “Thank you for trusting me with her.  I know that couldn’t have been easy and I know how important it is to keep them both safe.”

Jemma stayed huddled in his arms but her sobs had stopped.  “I can’t tell the others, if they were to get captured or the Chronicoms were to learn about her and Fitz…” the words dying on her lips.  Deke didn’t need them, the world be damned, Fitzsimmons would give it all up to protect her.  

And Deke would too.

“You have me,” he said “you won’t carry this alone.  And when we kick these Chronicoms asses I’m going to buy her the biggest castle in Scotland I can find and a whole stable of ponies for her to ride.  You guys are going to get to happily ever after.”

Whatever it takes, he added to himself.  

End

#fitzsimmons family #fitzsimmons #holy crap I managed to write something

[awackyphdinadorkable]

Cherik Moodboard: Bread and Circuses

Yet again a moodboard based on a fanfic I am trying to write, though it has too many holes to be anywhere close to posting.

This story takes place in an alternate universe where Sebastian Shaw helped establish the so-called Arenas, where modern-day mutant gladiators are forced into fighting one another. Shaw does so under the pretense to help the government get rid of potentially dangerous individuals, i.e. mutants, leaving only those loyal to his Hellfire Club who will “readily serve humankind.”

Little do they know about both this man’s true intentions or his identity...

Erik was in the clutches of that man in the wake of the Holocaust and has since vowed revenge. They clashed again years later, on a ship. Erik was just that close to murdering the man and finally making him pay for what he did to him, but Shaw’s Hellfire Club protected him before Erik could carry it out.

Shaw let him go that time, telling Erik that if he makes it to the finale of “the great tournament,” he may finally get a chance to kill the man he got to know as Herr Doktor back in the day. Erik agreed, having nothing to lose and everything to gain in this mad game - if only to get one step closer to Shaw.

And so, he became Magneto, one of the most feared mutants in the Arenas.

Things take a sudden turn when a new inmate is assigned to Erik. Normally, they don’t dare after that one incident involving him and a metal spoon. The new inmate in question is Professor X, a young man who smiles far too much to Erik’s liking, when there should be no single smile in a place like this where mutant brothers and sisters are killed on a regular basis, at the whim of the crowd deciding over their fates.

And rumor has it that the man joined willingly, seemingly chasing the thrill of the fight, which Erik can only find sickening and mad. 

To say that things are icy between them at first likely is an understatement. Erik finds himself irritated by the man’s easygoing nature, but a fight on the verge of escalation reveals this to be a mere façade: Professor X is a telepath, not a mutant with the ability to freeze time, as everyone assumes him to be. 

The man has his very own reasons to get to the finale, wanting to break his sister Raven out of the clutches of none other than Sebastian Shaw – because Mystique is a member of this chosen circle. However, the revelations keep coming, and Erik can hardly believe what he hears. Professor X is Charles Xavier, a mutant-rights activist who warned about Sebastian Shaw in papers and official pleas to the government early on in Shaw’s political uprising.

Because that man Erik can still remember from the articles looks nothing like the dark-haired, handsome man with dashing blue eyes.

As Charles explains to him later on, Raven and he made a dangerous bet to oppose Shaw in his agenda. Raven used her abilities to create a fake persona to pass it off as Charles Xavier, to protect their true identities.

Yet, Shaw somehow found them somehow. In preparation, Charles did the only thing that guaranteed her survival – he wiped Raven’s mind of any memory of their time together, locked it away so deep that even the mightiest telepath couldn’t access it unless he or she had the key, a code word they made up.

Now Charles is determined to get Raven out of Shaw’s clutches while also hoping to finally stop Sebastian Shaw altogether – because he knows the one secret no one else is supposed to know:

Sebastian Shaw, too, is a mutant, who seeks to overthrow the government with his Hellfire Club to start a new world order where only he and his friends will rule whereas everyone else, human and mutant alike daring to oppose them, will be crushed.

Erik finds his devotion to his original cause more and more swayed as Charles continues to inspire hope in him, making Erik see that not all hope is lost. Against so many odds, Charles continues to find it even inside the Arenas, swaying the crowds meant to decide over their fate in favor of life rather than death, honing his powers for his “grand finale.” However, Erik also has to see with growing worry just what a toll all of this takes on the telepath singlehandedly trying to save his sister, the mutants, the world.

Over time, feelings grow where Erik was convinced nothing but ash and anger remained, replacing it with a chance of love, of serenity.

The two start to have faith that maybe, there is a chance out of this, if they work together. United, even Sebastian Shaw and his Hellfire Club shouldn’t stand a chance against them. All they have to do is to get that bloody helmet off Shaw’s head so Charles can get into Shaw’s head and change the world.

However, faith withers just as fast once it is announced that there will be new rules for the finale:

There will be no crowd to sway.

It’s a battle of life and death, and only one champion will arise to the ranks of the Hellfire Club.

And that means both men have to make the choice of their lives, the choice for their lives, and potentially against the lives they value most...

#cherik #charles x erik #x men #moodboard #aesthetic #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #au #fanfic #in smol #cherik au