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montmartre-parapluie · 3 months ago
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So, someone has been Lurking a round the Shadow and Bone fandom - mostly inspired by the fabulously talented @orlissa’s and @jomiddlemarch ‘s glorious fics, which give a GREAT nod to a more historically grounded Grishaverse. And... I do keep going to Pinterest and staring at pretty gowns, (coincidentally in shades of gold and black)... so...
Oh, what the hell. I make no apologies, people. This mad historical fashion dump is my ‘give Alina ALL the imposing gowns and elegant outfits’ -and possibly a shadowmancer husband post...
A Radiant Ballgown - Literally!
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First off, I COULDN’T pass up this gown! It was designed by Charles Frederick Worth for an 1883 fancy dress ball in New York for one of the Vanderbilts, who appeared as the personification of “Electric Light”.
This was a very cutting edge costume for the time. The dress even came equipped with a battery to power an electric torch carried in one hand.
(But who needs batteries when you’re a Grisha Sun Summoner?)
It’s a glorious combination of butter yellow and white silk, with hints of lustrous black velvet at the hem. The spangled gold embroidery all over the gown would glitter under strong light - which is just PERFECT for a Sun Summoner to wear whilst demonstrating her powers. It’s also no bad outfit to wear if you have Unresolved Sexual Tension with your shadowy nemesis whilst dancing in the midst of a decadent Lentsov masquerade ball. This gown sort of begs for that kind of high-melodrama!
Keftas Galore...
Now, I don’t know whether I’m subconscious channelling some ‘last days of the Romanovs/Anastasia’ vibes when I think about keftas for Alina...
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(Not ... quite what I’m going for)
but... I ended up looking at Paul Poiret Edwardian evening coats for inspiration, and oh my goodness, the sheer luxurious drama of them all!
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Grisha keftas... because they’re worth it. (The one on the right feels very ‘Decadent Tango with the Darkling’ to me)
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I mean, if you’re going to have to rule as a benevolent dictator with your shadowmancer husband after overthrowing a corrupt regime in order to protect Grishakind and Ravka, you might as well look amazing while doing it, right? In colours which show how you “balance” each other out...
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The gorgeous yellow velvet robe on the right looks like maybe the costume designer from Shadow and Bone used it as inspiration for Alina’s gold kefta? either way, the black appliqué is GORGEOUS. And I would wear it in a heartbeat.
Plus, if you couple them with the breathtaking Mario Fortuny gowns of the late teens/early 20s, it gives a gorgeous look that very much plays into the ‘Sankta Alina’ image...
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They come in gold and black, for choosing your look: ‘Sun Summoner’ or ‘Dark Bride of the Starless Saint’.
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I have to admit, my shipping brain chose these last couple of fluttery dressing gowns for the fact they would be very tactical for persuading Aleksander to stop working on his battle strategies and come to bed.
I’m sorry. i’m trash.
A massive, massive thank you to all the wonderful fic writers out there!
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alwaysfeelingsaintlike · 10 months ago
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Driving Me Mad [G.W] - Part 7
Series Description: You and George come up with a plan to pretend to date each other. But what happens when you actually start to catch feelings...
Pairing: George Weasley x Gryffindor fem!reader 
Word Count: 1.9k
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
taglist: @obsssedwithjustaboutanything, @fadesbrina, @sweetlyblushedbouquet, @streetfighterrichie, @thatguppienamedbae, @wolfiepirate, @okbwtch, @sinnerskies, @broimjustvibin 
Description: The night of the Yule Ball has arrived and you have no plans to attend. Until a familiar face shows up and urges you to reconsider.
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It was the night of the Yule Ball and you weren’t going. Once the school got word of your “breakup” with George it was all anyone could talk about. You became the bad guy, ridiculed for breaking such a sweet guy’s heart. The only slightly positive side to your uncoupling was that George was now the school’s most eligible bachelor. Every girl was vying for him now and even Fred was reaping some of these benefits. Girls figured if they couldn’t have George, Fred was the next best thing. You had to admit, you were surprised that Angelina and George weren’t the school’s next big couple. They were spending a lot more time together but there was little evidence of any exclusivity. Perhaps they were keeping it a secret just for the thrill of it. 
At the end of the day, you were feeling lower than ever. You were upset with yourself for messing things up with George. You shouldn’t have snapped at him and should have just talked rationally about the situation. But it was too late. The worst part was, hanging out with your usual group wasn’t fulfilling. You didn’t feel like you belonged with them any more and you started spending more and more time alone. 
You didn’t even want to think about the Yule Ball. This was a once in a lifetime event and you weren’t even going. You received no other escort offers after George and you split, not that you would have accepted any. 
Somehow you were coerced into going to the common room to gawk over all the dresses and see everyone off. You gave your most genuine smile and compliments as girl after girl twirled around and tried to hide their excitement. Once the last few had left, you pulled out a book and got comfortable in a corner armchair. The plan was to read a few chapters and head to bed early, quite the exciting night.
“Hey stranger,” you heard from behind. You turned around and saw an old friend standing behind you.
“Fred. Hey.” You were shocked to see him standing there in his finest dress robes. “Don’t you look dapper?”
“While I appreciate the compliment, I’m actually in a bit of a situation and I could use your assistance.” You were surprised that he was being so nice to you. You hadn’t spoken to him at all since you ended things with George.
“Oh yeah? And what would that be?” By this point he circled around the armchair and took a seat on the ottoman in front of you.
“You see, I was supposed to go to the ball with this lovely girl from Beauxbatons but unfortunately she’s fallen ill and is unable to attend.”
You knew where this was going, “And…”
“And I didn’t get dressed up like this for nothing. “
“So go? I don’t understand where I fall in all of this.”
“Y/N, I can’t show up stag. That’s just not my style. Besides, I was hoping we could have a very public break up and more girls would flock to me,” he said with a smile. You were unamused by his mocking comment. You closed your book and stormed off. “Y/N, wait I was just joking.”
“Ha ha.” 
He lightly grabbed your wrist and kept you from moving further, “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. Do you really want to miss out on this though? I know you’ve been upset about this whole situation but maybe this will help you take your mind off of things.”
“I don’t know, Fred. I really don’t want to be gossiped about any more. I’m not sure it would be a great look to show up to the ball with my ex’s twin brother.”
“Don’t worry so much about what other people think of you. Look, I know we’ve had some issues the past few months, but I can’t let you stay here by yourself and miss out on this opportunity.”
“I don’t have a dress,” you used, as the only excuse you could really think of.
“I’ll take care of it. Just promise me you’ll go?”
 You thought for a moment, unsure of what to say. It was the first time you felt like someone cared about you in a while. 
“…Okay. I’ll do it.”
“Excellent,” he held out his arm to you. “Let’s go get you a dress.”
You made your way down the empty halls, seeing as everyone was already at the ball. You had a sneaking suspicion as to where you were going. Fred stopped in front of the Room of Requirement and opened the door, allowing you to enter first. When you stepped inside the room was filled with racks of formal dresses of all style and color. 
“Wow, I never thought to use this place as my own personal closet. There must be hundreds of dresses here.”
“I figured you’d be able to find something here,” he took a seat on a plush ottoman located near a three way mirror.
“Are you going to sit there or are you going to help me sift through these dresses?” He looked up cluelessly at you before finally making his way toward a rack. 
“What sort of dress are we looking for here?” he asked, slowly looking through the gowns. You didn’t really have anything in mind, you just figured you would know it when you saw it. 
“I don’t really know, just something I would look good in I guess.”
“Y/N, you would look good in all of these.”
“No need to flatter me Fred, I don’t need your pity.”
“I’m serious. You always look great in whatever you wear.”
“I wish I felt that way about myself nowadays,” you mumbled.
“You just need to regain your confidence. I think that’s what sets you apart from other people. You are so comfortable in your skin and so sure of who you are. It’s incredibly attractive.”
“Easy tiger. Just because we’re going to the Yule Ball together does not mean we’re going to start dating.”
“That’s not what I’m getting at here. I’m just a friend trying to help out another friend,” he said. This statement seemed a little off but after looking in Fred’s eyes you could tell he was being genuine. Instead of responding you nodded your head and continued skimming through dresses.
“So can I ask what happened between you and George? It all seemed kind of sudden.”
“You mean he hasn’t told you?” you asked.
Fred shook his head, “He’s made it very clear that he doesn’t want to talk about it.”
“Oh,” you said. That surprised you. 
“Well, it all started when Roger dumped me. I was upset and I didn’t want to lose him. I had detention with George and he sort of planted this idea that I needed to make Roger jealous. We made a plan to act like we were an item so that Roger would want me back and George would seem like boyfriend material. But we made a rule that either one of us could break off the fake fling whenever for whatever reason,” you paused, picking up a dress that you thought maybe could work, but you put it back realizing it wasn’t right. “George was absolutely perfect. He made our story seem realistic and he did all these cute things for me. I forgot that we weren’t even a real couple. It got to the point where I didn’t even want Roger back, but I didn’t want to stop hanging out with George.”
“What happened then?”
“The night after the first task, when there was that party in the common room, I…ugh…I accidentally walked in on George and Angelina making out in the stairwell. And it hurt. I think it would’ve been easier if he just told me, instead of me walking in on them. The next morning I kept things simple with him and cut it off quickly. He was fighting it and I sort of snapped and said some things I shouldn’t have. And he hasn’t talked to me since.” It was just then you noticed a single tear was dripping down your cheek. You wiped it away quickly, hoping Fred didn’t see your vulnerability, but he did.
He stopped searching through the rack and looked at you with clarity in his eyes. It was like everything finally made sense to him. Before he could speak, you interjected.
“I understand if you’re upset, but please don’t be upset with George. It was my idea not to tell you. I wanted your reaction to everything to be genuine. I felt like that was going to sell our story better. And I’m sorry if I created tension between you and George. That was never my intention. I never wanted to hurt him. I think...I think I love him.”
“Y/N, you’ve got this situation all wrong,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
Fred let out a small chortle, “That wasn’t George in the stairwell with Angelina, it was me.”
You furrowed your brows, “No, it had to have been George. She made a comment about easing the tension between you. That had to have been about me.”
He shook his head again, “I’d been feeling a bit tense acting as the third wheel all the time. Angelina was saying that with us together, I wouldn’t have to tag along with the two of you.”
Your jaw dropped, “Oh my god…”
“George never had a thing for Angelina, it’s always been you darling.”
You let out a long sigh and hung your head, “Oh I really fucked up.” 
“Look, when you and George first started dating, I had some hesitations. For good reason it seems. But I’ve never seen George happier than when he was with you. And you seemed pretty happy with him. If you really love him, which I suspect you do, you need to tell him. I wouldn’t be up here with you now if I didn’t care about you and my brother. It’s your move now”
“When did you become so insightful?”
“Please, I’ve always been this way. Now hurry up, let’s get you to the ball”
“I just need to find a dress…”
“Oh I have the perfect dress already. I just needed you to fill me in on everything.”
“What? So we’ve been wasting time looking through all these dresses for nothing.”
“Hey, relax. I had good intentions. Now go put this on.” He handed you a white high neck halter dress. The collar featured strands of thin gold chains that fell right on your collarbone. The dress was open back and had a slit up the front that reached just above your knee. It was simple, but stunning. You slipped behind a curtain to try it on and the dress fit you perfectly. You emerged from the makeshift dressing room and Fred was waiting there with a pair of peep toe gold heels. 
“So, does it look okay?”
“See for yourself,” he turned you towards the full length mirror. You  let out a sly smile when you saw your reflection. 
“You look incredible,” Fred said. He placed the heels on the ground and helped you to step into them. You pinned back some of your hair and found a pair of dangly gold earrings to put in. Once you quickly put on some basic makeup, you were ready to go. Your stomach was turning at the potential of seeing George but you had to face your nerves. You knew Fred was right and that you had to tell George how you felt, or else you would always wonder what if.
“You ready to go?”
“I guess so…” you muttered. Fred put a friendly arm around you and steered you out of the room.
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daydreamed-snippets · 9 months ago
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The bell above the entryway jingles as someone slips through the door. Looking up from their work, basting a hem in a customer’s pair of trousers, the villain freezes. 
In the threshold of their store stands their nemesis’ young sidekick. Dressed in unassuming civilian clothing, they stroll in and begin to poke around the front displays of fitted ensembles, single and double-breasted suits, fine gowns, and the like. 
The villain sits there for a minute. Willing themselves to blink, to swallow, or to move their fingers along the soft trouser fabric. Something to start up their heart that stopped dead at the sight. 
It is the movement of a stack of neckties, knocked over by the sidekick that did the trick.
Obliging, their heart roars to life, hammering a threatening beat. Adrenaline dumps into their system like a drug as they flip up the presser foot on their industrial sewing machine, and slide their chair back. They flounder for the long metal bar they secured to the underside of their sewing table. Their powers teeming to life, ready to call specific metals they’d hidden throughout the back of the store to come into their waiting hands.
How the hell did their nemesis find this place anyway? This little hole-in-the-wall tailor shop, near the bottoms in Relictus City? 
Damn it! 
This place is lost now. Their livelihood would likely be burned to cinders in the upcoming crusade. How frustrating, since it took them months to vet a dozen or so locations before choosing this one. Sure that no hero of the Covenant would find it, only to be met with the sidekick’s appearance.
Or was this a joke? Did their nemesis need a hole patched in their super suit? Probably put there by the villain themselves. Their store wasn’t exactly a five-star boutique that most of the heroes preferred. Those were located in the more affluent parts of the city—where the sidekick should be perusing. Not here.
Or maybe this was just karma. The universe’s version of a kick in the teeth. Of punishing them for getting too complacent in this place. Of becoming too accustomed to working odd hours in the little shop then heading upstairs to the maisonette, their living quarters above. They’d placed their major bases (they had three) far from this location, hoping to avoid this very situation. No cross-contamination. They were smart about it. 
Well, it looks like it didn’t work. 
The villain tenses, ready for a fight as the sidekick makes their way through the store. Around unopened boxes and half-dressed mannequins. They sidestep a display case and approach the only other customer there who was browsing, trying to kill time while they waited on that hem. Rocking back on their heels, the sidekick smiled impishly. “Hey? Do you work here?” 
Barely looking up from the rows of tabled dress shirts, the customer shakes their head and gestures towards the back of the store. 
Fuck. 
A power core they hid in the cabinetry near the cash register silently darts into the villain’s hand. They hold it behind their back, trying to stay out of sight until the last moment. This may get messy. And the civilian; their customer….
They glance over at them. Unassuming and pathetically ordinary. The villain supposes they would become an unavoidable casualty in this skirmish. Especially once their nemesis barges through the door, leveling the place. 
Or maybe they could avoid bloodshed. That would be best given that they were probably outnumbered. Scores of Covenant guards and other lesser heroes waiting to pounce just outside of the large bay windows.
The villain takes a step back, hoping such a move wouldn’t draw any attention to themselves. Twelve steps in retreat would take them to the stairs that led to their apartment. If they could only make it…
“I know you’re there,” came the youthful voice. The villain startles, choosing to remain rooted to their spot. They would take their last stand here. The sidekick squeezes between stacks of boxes the villain has yet to unload and comes to the kiosk cash register. “So this is where you’ve been hiding.” 
The villain swallowed, wondering if the kid was wearing a wire. If their nemesis could hear this interaction. If they were loving this ambush. “You’ve disguised this place pretty well. It was really hard to find. But the jig is up. I’m here.”
Even in the loose sweatshirt, beanie and jeans, the sidekick strikes a pose. Chest out, hands on their hips and a wry smile pulling at the corners of their mouth. 
The villain let out a steadying breath and flips on the power core. It swells to life with a low hum. 
“I see that,” they say, on edge. Ready to strike. 
“You’re going to be grateful that it was me, and not someone else. You’ll see that I’m the only one fit for the job.”
“Excuse me?”
The sidekick let out an exasperated sigh. “Sorry. I’m really trying hard to sell myself. That’s what her—I mean, my friend told me to do.”
“...What?”
“You put the ‘help wanted’ ad online? Plus you have a sign out front. I’m here to apply.” They presented the actual sign, holding it up proudly. “I’m here for the job.”
“Ah…,” the villain scrambled to recover. “Do you have any prior experience?”
“Well, no,” they said, shuffling their feet. They place the sign on the kiosk before shoving their hands in the pocket of their sweatshirt. They look hopeful. “But I’m a quick learner.”
What. The. Hell?
“I need an experienced tailor,” the villain said, playing the part. Looking above the sidekick’s head, to the street outside their window. Where was their nemesis? What the hell is this? “I’ve been getting a lot of business lately, and I find myself a bit overwhelmed.”
“Ok, so I can’t sew,” the sidekick starts, “but I can do anything else you need me to. I can sweep, and dust. I can answer phones. I can manage your online store. I’m good with computers. Social media is practically my playground.” They catch the doubtful look on the villain’s face. “Oh, please! It would give you more time to, you know, sew and whatever else you do. I can start as an intern. For a week. No pay. If you don’t like me then you can yeet me out the door. Promise.”
“Ok…” This was an unusual tactic, but maybe their nemesis banked on the hope that the villain wouldn’t recognize them. Stil… they needed more information. Or at least time to figure out what was going on. “Why do you want to work here?”
The sidekick hesitates. “I need to get away...from where I’m at.” They look up at the villain reading their concerned expression. “Oh, no! It’s not like that. I’m not running away. I just want a… vacation.”
“You want a vacation doing menial work?” 
“I want to get away. And to make some money while I do it. You know. To have an emergency fund. Just in case.” They shuffled their feet. “So do I got the job or not. I have six other places to go to before it gets dark. Maybe they’ll hire me if you don’t.”
Interesting. Very interesting. Especially if what the kid says is true that their nemesis doesn’t know that their sidekick is here at all, begging for a job. This could play in their favor. It would be risky. A big risk. On one hand, their nemesis could be playing the long game. Drawing this farce out. Goading the villain into revealing their associates. Base locations. Possible details of their plans. But if their nemesis had no idea the sidekick was here...
“Do your parents know you’re here?” the villain tentatively tries. 
“I don’t live with my parents. But my legal guardian said I could do whatever I wanted with my free time. So, here I am.”
The villain holds their hand out for the crumpled piece of paper tucked in the sidekick’s front pocket. Their resume, the villain assumes and assumes correctly. The sidekick hands it over and they skim its contents. 
Member of the Sidekick Foundation, though it doesn’t say in what capacity. So if the villain was truly clueless, they wouldn’t know if the sidekick was truly a sidekick or just as a full-time student. Their legal guardian is the superhero Fission. Only it doesn’t say that. No, the sidekick has put down Fission’s real name. And their real name. Their age—sixteen years old—and their skills.
Gods, this kid’s naivety was sickening. On this paper alone, the villain had more than what they could garnish from three months of reconnaissance. Names. Place of residence. Contact information. 
“The store opens at 8 am,” the villain instructed, ignoring the sidekick’s delighted face. “Be here at seven. You can start by opening up these boxes, and putting the clothing on hangers. You’ll have to answer the phone if it rings while you’re doing this. Then the shop needs a good dusting and the bathroom in the back needs attention. You will get an hour lunch break, and the day ends at 4 pm.” The villain looked them up and down. “And try to wear something nicer than a sweatshirt.”
The sidekick breaks into a grin, thanks them profusely, and practically sprints out the door. 
The villain hopes they won’t regret this.
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Everdream | Edmund Pevensie x Reader
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Warnings: Fluff, making out, alluding to smut
Time/Era: The Golden Age
Word Count: 1.7k
Summary: Y/N and Edmund go on a late-night horse ride to stargaze.
A/N: This is inspired by the song “Everdream” by Epic Soul Factory. (You can listen to it here.)  I really love this song (you should listen to it! It’s an amazing piece!) and I really wanted to write something that hopefully followed the vibe. Please send feedback and maybe a request while you’re at it!
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Cair Paravel was beautiful at twilight. Bright oranges and reds blended with the cool blue of the night to stain the sky with magnificent colors. The warm and cool tones weaved together to make a deep green barrier between the passing day and incoming night. It was absolutely stunning in Y/N’s eyes, which is why she always made it a point to be outside at this time. She loved to admire how the final rays of the sun reflected off of the white stone walls and how the warm evening air grew crisp. Everything and everyone around her starts to grow calm and time seems to pass differently. 
Her favorite place to soak in the atmosphere was a stone wall just right of a large garden. Here, she could look out at the water and watch the sun disappear behind the towering trees. Here, she can watch the colors dance upon the sails of massive ships like projectors and feel the brisk air flow around her. Sure the stone was bumpy, jagged, and sharp in some places and she had ripped many of her gowns because of it, but this was her spot. And her spot was where she liked to be. 
Sometimes, one of the royal family would join her in her silence. Lucy would come when she was feeling happy; she loved Y/N’s company and liked to admire the sky. Occasionally, she would break the silence to point out a star that was just starting to appear, or a rabbit that was rushing by. Overall, she was a bottle of warm and inviting energy. She was always welcome with Y/N on her wall. Susan would come whenever she wanted to talk. She knew Y/N would listen. Her brothers and younger sister tended to interrupt her before she could fully explain herself, so Y/N’s continued silence was like a breath of fresh air. Peter would come whenever he had a stressful day, or whenever he knew a tough time was to come. He would just sit next to Y/N on the wall as if he was meditating. If he wanted to talk, he could but if he didn’t, he wasn’t pushed to. Y/N was nice company and the silence was always comforting right before bed. Edmund would come whenever he wanted to, which was more often than his siblings. He and Y/N had been an item for almost three years, so it sort of counted as a date. The two knew that they didn’t need anything flashy; just being together was more than enough. He always waited a little while, though, to make sure his siblings weren’t planning on joining his girl on the wall. Edmund knew that if they were there, they needed her and who was he to come in between that? Sometimes, Y/N would be alone with her thoughts. 
Edmund sat silently next to her, looking out over the water. He had rid himself of his armor and crown, so his loose clothes and messy hair swayed in the breeze. His feet dangled freely, while her’s were crossed at the ankles. 
“There’s going to be a full moon tonight,” Y/N’s voice was soft as she glanced over at Edmund. The shadows on his face shifted as he met her gaze. Y/N observed it. It seemed to contour his jaw, making his features look sharp and as if he was sculpted from marble. Ed always looked great at twilight, Y/N thought. 
“Yeah?” He leaned back ever so slightly, his weight being supported by either hand gripping the wall. “That means it’ll be bright enough to see without a torch.” 
“I was thinking maybe we could go for a ride,” Y/N turned her attention to a large Naval ship floating directly in the middle of the bay. “Unless you need to rest for tomorrow. Big meeting right? We can just go to bed instead.”
“The meeting isn’t really important, and besides, Pete does most of the work anyway.” 
Ed had grown extremely nonchalant about meetings since the four had landed in Narnia. When he was younger, he used to stress about it for days beforehand. I guess when you sit through so many meetings about the same thing, the anxiety turns into familiarity. 
“Whatever you say, oh magnificent one.” Y/N pushes herself off of the wall flattens her skirt out. “Oh wait, my bad, that’s Peter.”
Edmund frowns, “I can be magnificent too, love.” He follows her off of the wall and takes her hand in his. 
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The forest was quiet at this time of night so the sound of hooves on the dry dirt was easy to hear. Y/N trailed Edmund, staring at his back. The thin material of his renaissance Romeo style shirt allowed his shoulder blades and back muscles to be on full display. They moved every time he pulled on the rein. At one point during the ride, he turned around and caught Y/N admiring him. His smile became cocky once he saw the look in her eye. 
“I can practically feel your eyes burning a hole in my back, Y/N.” He laughs, twisting his body back to face the front. 
“Well, where else am I supposed to look? I don’t know where we’re going!!” Y/N’s voice came out as more of a whine than a defense, making Edmund laugh. 
“Well, lucky for you, we’re almost there.” 
Edmund leads Y/N into a small clearing and swings his leg over his horse. The circle was made up of around ten trees and a plush carpet of grass. It wasn’t much, but it had the most gorgeous view of millions of stars above. The stars were twinkling and a few planets were visible. Y/N stared upwards, trying to absorb all of the beauty. 
“Tada, I found this last week when I was riding and I thought of you.” Edmund planted himself on the ground, leaning against a tree. “I thought we could stargaze and talk. We haven’t been able to talk a lot lately.”
Y/N slid into his open arms and laid a hand on his chest. “I know, it’s not your fault your busy. It’s no one’s fault. You’re king.” She feels him sigh underneath her. 
“I know, I know, it still makes me feel guilty though. I feel as though I haven’t been able to put as much time into our relationship as I should.” He takes a strand of Y/N’s hair between his fingers and tucks it behind her ear. His hand gently runs along her cheek before sliding down her arm.
“I’m happy if you’re happy, Ed.” Y/N places a quick peck on his cheek and looks back up at the sky. 
The sky looked as though someone dumped glitter on a black piece of construction paper. Intricate designs and swirls littered the atmosphere as if it was a painting. It was complicated and organized, yet messy and chaotic. Edmund’s fingertips lightly brush up and down Y/N’s arms making her skin erupt with goosebumps. Y/N squirms under his touch.
“What’s wrong?” Edmund asks, moving his hand down to squeeze Y/N’s hip and pull her onto his lap. In the process, Y/N’s long skirt moves up her leg.
“Nothings wrong, darling.” Y/N mumbles staring at a tree to her right. She knew what her love was about to do, just not how he was going to do it. Edmund kisses her jaw and down to her neck. His cold nose brushes against her pulse point making her instinctively shut her eyes. He takes her waist in both hands and positions her body so she’s straddling his long legs. She could feel the rough fabric of his trousers and fought the urge to move against it. Her dress bunches around her waist, draping against his hips.
“Ed, what are you doing?” Her voice was shaking as he continued to kiss and suck at her neck. Edmund’s hands find her waist once more and he begins massaging them over the thin material of her summer dress. His teeth scrape ever so slightly over the soft skin of her neck and she gasps. 
Edmund moves off of her skin and brings his mouth to her ear. He’s so close that she can feel his hot breath fan over her ear. “I’m putting time into our relationship that I’ve been missing lately.” Edmund’s voice is husky and low, coming out as a deep growl. 
Y/N’s head dips down and she presses her lips to his. They taste vaguely of devils food cake, the dessert they had for dinner. It was intoxicating; her head began to get light and she felt like she was getting high off of Edmund. Her hands find their way to his face, one brushing past his cheek to grip the back of his hair. She admired the way it feels in her hand. Edmund’s hair was always so soft, Y/N didn’t know how he did it. His dark locks flow in between her fingers like water, twisting and turning in every which way and falling in loose curls. She grips a handful of hair near the nape of his neck and pulled. Hard. 
The sound Edmund let out was sinful; it came from somewhere deep in his throat and Y/N had only heard it a few times before. She loved that sound almost as much as she loved Edmund. He began to kiss her more harshly now, his hands starting to move her hips back and forth against him. Y/N let out a whimper and pulled away from the kiss. 
“You have a meeting tomorrow, my king.” Y/N said, breathless with swollen lips. His eyes darkened and his jaw clenched. 
“Fuck meetings.”
The two love birds eventually made it back to the castle, nodding at a guard and dropping their horses off at the stables. They brought the duvet up to their chins and settled down for the night. 
“Maybe I’ll skip tomorrow and lay in bed with you all day. We can talk about what’s happening in that pretty little head of yours. You can tell me about what you thought of when looking at the water.”
“I don’t know, Susan might scold me if I miss again. I’m not sure how she got the title of gentle.”
Edmund groaned. “I’ll talk to her, please? I miss you.” “Whatever you say, lover boy. But don’t think I won’t throw you under the bus.” 
“Deal, my siblings don’t scare me.”
“I feel like they should, they’re quite good in battle.”
Edmund put a hand over his heart. “Excuse me? Who’s the one who fights with two swords?”
“Sorry, I can’t hear you, I’m sleeping.”
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waitimcomingtoo · a year ago
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Take Me Home - Choose Your Own Ending
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader x Loki
Synopsis: A hijacked summer vacation leaves you wondering where your heart lies
This was co-written with @spideyanakin ! Check out her blog for one of two endings
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“This avengers meeting is officially in order.” Tony banged the personalized gavel he had made for meetings. The rest of the Avengers took their seats as you scooted closer to Peter.
“Firstly, I’d like to announce an update to our tower. All bathrooms now require voice activation to be opened. This will prevent any future mishaps of people walking in on other people in the bathtub.” Tony announced as he glared at Sam.
“My bad.” Sam said sheepishly and looked away.
“Secondly, Thor’s coming to visit.” Tony said and banged the gavel. “Loki’s coming too.” He added taking a seat next to you and Peter.
“Oh, I never met him!” You exclaimed. You had met Thor millions of times but never his brother.
“He’s nice... Sometimes.” Tony gawked, not too happy Loki was joining the party.
“He was super nice the last time I saw him!” Peter added innocently, not aware of the chaos Loki could cause yet.
“Well they should be here any minute.” Tony checked his watch. “And underoos, try to get the munchkin crumbs off your face before they do.”
“Right. I’ll be right back.” Peter pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before scurrying out of the room.
“You guys are cute,” Rhody added and you gave him a kind smile.
“Yeah, yeah, alright meeting over, you guys prepare for the devil brothers.” Tony banged the gavel one last time dismissing everyone.
~
“Y/n!” Thor exclaimed the second he walked into the room. He brought you into the biggest hug. “How’s my favorite Midguardien!” He was hugging you so tight you could barely breathe.
“About to die.” You squeaked smooshed from his embrace.
“Oh, my apologies.” He dropped you. You coughed a few times and laughed it off.
“It’s ok” You fixed your clothes. “I haven’t seen you around here before.” You pointed to the handsome tall man with slicked black hair who couldn’t keep his eyes off you.
“I wasn’t welcomed back after the whole New York thing.” He eyed Tony from the other side of the room “But Tony thought I learned my lesson.” He gave Tony a fake smile and a friendly wave to prove his innocence.
“You’re Loki, aren’t you? I’ve heard Thor complaining about you once or a thousand times.” You glanced at Thor who was head stuck in a pack of chips.
“Guilty as charged. And you are?” He gave you his most charming smile.
“Y/n. Nice to meet you, Loki.” You smiled politely and held out your hand for him to shake.
“The pleasure is mine.” He smirked and took your hand, placing a hot blooded kiss to the back of it.
It seemed like someone had just pulled a switch in Loki’s mind. All of the sudden all he could think of was you. He analyzed your features wanting to remember them and even engrave them in his memory forever. All he could think about was how your hair would look like in the moonlight, or how pretty you would be in an Asgardian gown. His mind went into autopilot as all he could think of was a way to make you happy.
“If you insist.” You flushed and looked around to see if anyone else saw it. You made eye contact with Nat who had a knowing smirk on her face.
“I do.” Loki patted your hand and you could see his expression change when his eyes drifted to the side.
“Oh, God. This one.” He rolled his eyes. You were about to turn around when you felt Peter come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. You quickly took your hand away from Loki and gave him an apologetic smile.
“There you are, baby.” Peter smiled and kissed your cheek. “I see you’ve met Loki.”
“Baby?” Loki cocked his head and looked at you for an answer. Even though he just met you, he felt his blood boiling at the sight of you in another man's arms.
“That’s just what I call her, because she’s my baby.” Peter cooed and squeezed you tightly.
“Uh, Loki. Have you met my boyfriend Peter?” You awkwardly smiled as the tension between the three of you became palpable.
“No. We’ve never met before.” Loki gave Peter a tight-lipped smile and went to shake his hand.
“Yes we have.” Peter tilted his head in confusion as Loki locked on an iron grip around Peter's hand. Had it not been for Peter’s super strength, his hand might have broken.
“Don’t think so.” Loki cut him off sharply. “It was lovely to meet you, Y/n. If you’ll excuse me.” He smiled warmly at you and shot daggers at Peter before stalking over to Thor.
“Brother! Have you tried these? I believe they’re called hot Cheetos. Divine!” Thor bellowed as he shoveled more Cheetos into his mouth.
“Now is not the time, you deviant.” Loki snapped but kept his eyes on the bag. “Give me those.”
Loki angrily shoved hot Cheetos into his mouth as he watched you interacting with Peter. In the thousands of years he had been alive, he had never seen something more infuriating. He knew you belonged on Asgard with him as the Queen. In no world were you supposed to be slumming it on earth with a gangly teenager who called himself Spider-Man. Jealousy boiled in the pit of his tummy like hot oil.
“Brother.” He piped up. “How long has Y/n been with the stupid skinny one?”
“Oh, you must mean Peter.” Thor laughed in delight. “They’ve been together for quite a while. Aren’t they adorable?” Thor chuckled before opening a new pack of Cheetos and almost dumping it all in his mouth.
“I must have her.” Loki said decidedly.
“And I must have ten more of these delicious cheese logs. They’re shaped like Kentucky, aren’t they brother?” Thor held up a Cheeto and admired it.
“You kids all packed?” Happy entered the room playing with his car keys.
"Yep" you gave the man a bright smile.
"Where are they going?" Loki asked almost aroused that you were leaving.
"School trip to California! Wooo!" You raised your hands in cheer while walking out the door.
"California?" Loki’s face painted with a frown and the wheels in his brain turned around like a scene from Charlie Chaplin’s modern times. "That seems a little, punk for a lady like her."
“Don’t overthink it brother, Human customs are pretty weird. You’ll get used to it.” Thor clapped his brother a little too roughly on the back and Loki winced.
“Don’t think I will.” He muttered, eyes never leaving you.
~
"Vamos a la playa! A mi me gusta bail-" you and Peter were about to hit the last word of the sentence for the 200th time in the last 40 minutes when Happy decides he had had enough.
"KIDS PLEASE!" Happy screamed turning the music off, his head about to blow up from hearing this song.
"Sorry" you and Peter replied, sheepish grins painting your faces.
Happy rolled his eyes before parking right in front of the airport gate.
The two of you settled in your class group next to Ned and MJ. You greeted everyone and started a game of sticks with Peter.
"Kids change of plan! We’re going to Hawaii!" The teacher exclaimed while putting his phone back in his pocket.
"What?" Everyone stared at the teacher confused.
"Yes!" Ned punched his fist in the air already loving the sound of going to his home island.
"Some kind donor has offered us to go to a fancier destination." The teacher smiled brightly and placed a flower necklace around his neck. "So Aloha guys"
"Yeah, Aloha," Ned replied and waved his arms imitating a Hawaiian dance.
You and Peter turned your heads around at the same time, giving each other worried looks.
"Kind donor?" You titled your head in disbelief.
"Doesn’t sound good" Peter shook his head.
~
You stepped outside the plane, the humidity taking you aback and making it slightly hard to breathe.
Before you could relax and enjoy your time in Hawaii, you had to know who was behind this "generous donation". Since Fury had never let you down with obtaining classified information before, so you gave him a call.
"Alright let me check." Nick’s voice rang through your headphones.
"Seems like a certain Loki bought enough tickets for your whole class, and got a few hotel rooms in Hawaii. That’s all I know. To be honest I fear it’s Thor's brother but it might just be a disguise." You could hear Fury’s frown. "So keep an eye on the lookout." He cleared his throat. "You want me to send back up?" His deep accent felt loud in your headphones as you were trying to figure out who could possibly want to crash this trip.
"No, but thanks anyway. We’ll call you if we found anything suspicious." You nodded at Peter.
"Alright. Be careful." And with that, he hung up leaving a heavyweight in your stomach.
You looked into the horizon of the baggage claim patiently waiting for your bag. You spotted Peters and yours slightly following. You shifted in your spot keeping a close eye on yours.
Suddenly an unknown hand grabbed your bag and before you had time to react placed it back making it roll towards you.
You tried to spot the person but failed as more people came swarming towards the area.
"Must’ve thought it was his." Peter smiled as he saw the frown on your face. You gave him a slight nod.
"Here." Peter grabbed your bag before you could of even lay a hand on it.
"Well thank you." You giggled before pressing a kiss to his lips
"Well you're very welcome."
You rolled your suitcase a few steps before a little piece of paper came slipping out of it. You bent down to get it and crumbled it in your pocket.
“You coming?”
“Yep.”
~
You dropped your suitcases taking in the five-star hotel room you were assigned. You got changed into a bathing suit and layed out a few dresses to put on top.
You walked to your door when you heard a knock. You smiled when you saw your smirking boyfriend, already in his bathing suit.
“It’s amazing right?” You gave him a bright smile.
“Yeah!” He greeted you with a kiss. “Mr. Harrington is saying we should go downstairs. He says he has a big announcement to d-” He looked at you up and down and his mouth fell.
“You look like- Like Leila in-”
“The golden bikini?” You finished his sentence. “Yeah, saw this at the store, thought it looked like it, immediately thought of you.” You chuckled and Peter’s face lit up with a smile.
“I love you so much.”
“Yeah me too, now let’s go.” You chuckled before grabbing a dress and heading out.
~
You were about to step out of the elevator when a figure suddenly passed right in front of you. Peter’s eyes widened as he thought he’d recognized Loki.
“Did you see that?” Peter pointed to the empty space in front of the elevator.
“See what?” You looked up from your phone.
“I thought I saw… Someone.” Peter looked around the lobby.
“Ned what is this?” You asked as you marched towards the class.
“My Hawaiian outfit.” He pointed to his flower shirt, crown and necklace.
“You look weird.” MJ deadpanned. “And is that Leia’s Golden bikini?” MJ grabbed the strap under your shirt just to release it again. Peter shot her a look and draped a protective arm around your shoulders.
“So here are the activities we have prepared.” Mr Harrington clapped his hands before grabbing the paper from the other teacher and beginning to read the activities out loud.
“Beach Volleyball.”
A few people in the class cheered. You and Peter looked at each other and shrugged in approval.
“Surf.”
Brad smirked and MJ rolled her eyes at his reaction.
“Hiking, and Traditional Hawaiian dance. We will let you know when we finish planning the rest of the itinerary. Now C’mon, Volley awaits us.” He gave the class a stiff salute and gestures for everyone to follow him. You and Peter exchanged looks, laughing to yourselves at Mr. Harrington’s staple awkwardness. Peter laced his fingers through yours and walked with you to the volleyball field.
~
You were about to be sent the ball when you and Peter saw Loki a few feet away staring right at you.
“Ow!” You fell as the ball hit you right in the head.
“You ok?” Peter bent down to make sure you were ok.
“Was that Loki?” You asked as you looked into the distance.
“I think it was. C’mon. Let’s get some ice on that.”
Peter walked you up to your room, where he handed you an ice pack you gladly took. //Probs need to rephrase that
“Don’t you think it’s a little weird that Loki hijacked our school trip?” Peter asked once his suspicion got the better of him.
“Not really.” You shrugged in dismissal. “We’re in Hawaii, Peter. Let’s just enjoy it.” You winced at the cold.
“I can’t enjoy it until I know why he did it..” Peter brought up as he took a seat on the bed.
“Maybe he just did it out of the kindness of his heart.” You sat next to him and pouted dramatically. Peter shoved you a little when you weren’t taking it seriously.
“He’s Loki! He doesn’t have any kindness in his heart. He doesn’t even have a heart!” Peter exclaimed and you had to laugh at your boyfriend's ridiculous behavior.
“Come on, Peter.” You took his hand and whined. “I don’t want to spend our vacation talking about Loki. Who cares why he did this?”
“I care.” He stated. “Because I know what his motive was.”
“World domination?” You smiled sweetly and he rolled his eyes.
“You. He did this for you.” Peter said definitively.
“What? I just met him.” You reminded your boyfriend. “There’s no way he did this for me.”
“With someone as special and beautiful as you, all it takes is one encounter.” He held up one finger and you smiled at his kind words. You wrapped your hand around his finger and held it. “I saw the way he was looking at you back at the tower. And I definitely saw the way he was looking at me. He did this to impress you and win you away from me.”
“Well he doesn’t have all the facts.” You said pointedly.
“What are the facts?” Peter put his hands in his hips and looked at you skeptically.
“That I’m totally in love with my superhero boyfriend.” You dropped your ice pack to and wrapped your arms around Peter's neck and covered his face in kisses. “Can we go play on the beach now? I feel way better.”
“Okay.” Peter agreed, content with what you said. “We can go play on the beach.”
~
That night was the night of the Hawaiian dance. You and Peter were forced to dress with beautiful skirts, flower crowns and necklaces.
“I look ridiculous.” Peter insecurly folded his arms to cover himself.
“No you don’t, you look handsome.” You cooed as you finished tying on your skirt.
“No. I look like a Hawaiian scarecrow.” Peter sighed and finally caught sight of you. “You, on the other hand, look like a Hawaiiann goddess.”
“Tell me, if you look like a scarecrow, then what does Ned look like.” You pointed to Ned, who was decked out in dozens of flowers while dreamily strumming away on a ukulele.
“He just looks like he was born to wear it.” Peter whined before eying you suspiciously. “I bet Loki would love to see you wear that.”
“Excuse me?” You tilted your head, hoping you misheard him.
“I mean, he did stare at you at the beach which I find very disturbing.” Peter grumbled. “Does he know you're taken?”
“Peter!” You groaned, not wanting to get into yet another discussion about Loki.
“What? You should take it as a compliment!” Peter said, completely oblivious to your anger.
“Peter, can you stop being jealous for one second!” You asked of him.
“I mean you do have an amazing body.” He continued completely ignoring your comments.
“Peter I- agh” You were cut by the dance teacher.
“Let’s go, everybody. Move those hips.” The instructor wiggles his hips, signaling that class was about to start.
“We’re talking about this later.” Peter said gravely as he loosely followed what the instructor was doing. Not wanting to start a fight, you nodded at Peter and tried to enjoy the class.
~
“We need to talk about before.” Peter stated as he tossed his beach bag on the bed.
“Before?” You asked. “And get that bag off the bed unless you like sleeping with sand in the sheets.”
“I’m talking about Loki staring at you on the beach.” He grumbled as he took his bag off the bed and dropped it on the ground. “ He was practically drilling over you in your…beach wear.”
“Who cares if he was staring? He’s probably just a Star Wars fan.” You shrugged it off and began to pick out your clothes for the next day.
“I care.” Peter said assertively.
“Why?” You looked at him and laughed playfully.
“Because he clearly has a crush on you!” Peter erupted and you looked up at the ceiling. Peter was once again bringing up Loki when all you wanted to do was enjoy your vacation with him.
“No he doesn’t!” You stamped your foot, growing frustrated as Peter refused to believe you.
“Yes he does! Any idiot can see it.” Peter snapped, eyes immediately softening when he realized what he had said.
“So I’m an idiot?” You asked rhetorically. He opened his mouth to apologize but you cut him off before he could. “Maybe I am. Maybe I’ve been an idiot for picking you over Loki.”
With that, you stormed away from Peter. You didn’t even know if you had meant what you said. You just wanted to hurt Peter and did it in the only way you knew how. If he was jealous of Loki, you were gonna let him be. You walked a few paces from the hotel until you reached the beach, immediately feeling the chill of the night air. You shoved your hands in your pockets for warmth, suddenly remembering the paper that had fallen out of your suitcase.
Dear Y/n,
You shine with the light of a thousand solar systems. I have traveled all around the galaxy but I have never come across anything as beautiful as you. Come home with me to Asgard. A head as lovely as yours belongs under a crown. I can make you my queen, if you let me. Consider this vacation upgrade as a mere taste of the evations I can give you. You will live a life of luxury and never know pain. Asgard awaits you my love,
Your Devoted Prince.
You felt your fist clench as you read and reread the words on the page. Peter was right, Loki did fall for you. And to make it worse, you had scolded Peter and told him he was wrong. Sure, Loki seemed nice when you met him that day in the Avengers Tower, but Peter had told you all about his attack on New York on the ride to Hawaii. Loki was capable of horrible, life threatening moves of mass destruction. Peter wasn’t shy about telling you about the brainwashing, the casualties and worst of all, the kneeling. If you rejected Loki, there was no telling how he would react. After all, he'd hijacked your vacation for you. You reread the letter with shaking hands and looked back at the hotel. You had to talk to Peter, yes, but you also needed to figure out a plan. Peter was strong but he was no match for the God of Mischief. That is, if Peter even helped you after you refused to believe him about Loki.
As you walked back to the hotel, you ran your fingertips over Loki’s handwriting. You hated to admit it to yourself, and you’d certainly never admit it to anyone else, but his note was compelling. You knew Loki had a mean streak, but what if he had a good streak too? A person could be more than one thing. He had already proven to you how hard he was willing to fight, while all Peter had done was whine. You stopped in your tracks to read the note one last time.
“Baby! There you are.” Peter's voice snapped you out of your daze as he ran up to you, out of breath. He saw the note in your hand and furrowed his eyebrows.
“What’s that?”
You looked up at Peter before looking back down at the note, knowing you had to make your choice.
It was Peter or Loki, now or never.
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honeydots · a year ago
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127 with shuake would be good.
"My hands are not clean, and maybe they never will be, but they can still carry you home when you're ready to sleep."
once again. didnt forget abt these. im working thru em. 
Summary: Goro wakes up one day in a hospital bed with only a bullet wound to keep him company, and not a single memory of who he used to be. 
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He was almost certain the last few weeks had been a dream. 
Or maybe, several long and white coated dreams. The kinds with bright lights at an arm's length, and ill-fitting clothes, and men coming in waves carrying their clipboards as flags. With deep voices all at once whispering, echoing, “what is your name?” 
Maybe he was in a hospital. 
His first day of full consciousness was slow and lonely. His second day too, time spent wiggling his toes and counting ceiling spots. Day three he asked for a glass of water and scared a nurse out of her skin, and his week was kickstarted. Which only really meant an actual doctor came in and declared retrograde amnesia the only explanation for his condition.
His “condition” was quite the word to use. Which condition? They could play bingo. Was it his memory loss (obvious, weak narrative), or could it have been the state of comatose he’d been in (intriguing), or even the bullet wound (now here was a mystery, what a plotline) he’d heard remarkably little about? Amnesia, the fickle bastard, was the type to bring one answer to dinner, and disappear by morning. 
But what did he know? 
Well, he knew that this was a pretty shitty hospital.  As far as how he assumed they should be managed, this one was on a low tier. And according to the nurse, as was their police station. Incompetent, and uncaring of his case, which had apparently been made. 
It’d been a week now. He could get up. Limited, with his IV, but he could. The nurse said later that maybe the police would listen to him now, since he was conscious, basically up and kicking. ‘Listen to him now,’ was also an interesting phrase, because he hadn’t been speaking in the first place. 
He wasn’t injured. His vitals were fine, the nurses had told him, and commented he was taking up an unnecessary bed. Not that he could actually make any kind of sound argument, which was frustrating enough on its own, but this didn’t seem like proper procedure. 
He was, once again, very alone in his room. He thought about going to the police station. Incompetent as they may be, there would be no answers here. There was no one here to help him; some healthy boy in a hospital bed. 
He got up. His IV was stuck in poorly, the tape just barely holding on. They’d disconnected him from all sorts of machines. Nothing was roping him down except for saline solution and his own two feet. 
And, he was already standing. 
It wasn’t hard to pull out. 
His hospital gown was tied all the way down, falling just past his knees. He had odd socks on, their texture was weird, and they were several sizes too big. They were thick and patterned, maybe slip proof? But shoeless as he was, they would do.  
The hallway was very empty. He was on the ground floor, but he wasn’t sure there were other stories. Maybe one, or a basement. It didn’t matter much. There just wasn’t anyone around. His concern was in that he didn’t know how long their absence would last. 
There was a glass door at the end of the hallway.
To the police he’d go. A medical bill dodging amnesiac would probably get him some attention. Enough to get a name? 
The door was not locked. That was probably good, for a hospital, and not a security breach, which is where his mind had initially gone. 
Doors are meant to be opened, he thought. There really isn’t anything wrong with that. 
It was just a little bright outside. The sun was up but not too far. He was in the parking lot, and it was almost entirely devoid of cars. Small, small hospital. 
He didn’t exactly have a map, and no nurse was around to give him any condescending directions. He’d might as well go forward, then. He started walking, and thought to himself how odd his feet felt on the concrete. 
No one was out. He hesitated to call it deserted, just maybe a bit early. He kept walking, nerves high, still worried he might get mauled by a stray doctor.
It seemed like this was a very small town, going by his surroundings. Lots of trees, and cracked roads, and old buildings. He didn’t think much of taking it all in. He’d have time for sightseeing when he remembered his initials. 
A bit farther ahead was a woman, leaning on a car parked on the side of the road. She was glaring down at her phone. She looked— maybe irritated? Or tired. He wondered if he could ask her for directions. An aimless stroll through town wouldn’t take him to where he was going, after all. 
“Excuse me,” he called, “Ma’am? Do you know the way to the police station?” He approached her with just enough caution to call it looking out for himself, ignoring the sorry state he was already in. 
She glanced up from her phone. Her hair was short, and dark, and it bobbed around her face. She registered him for a moment, and her eyes went big. 
“Holy shit.” 
He knew enough to know that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. “I need to go to the police, please.” 
The woman kept staring at him. “You—” she stuttered, “are you Goro Akechi? You are, aren’t you?” 
This encounter was already going awry. Did she know him? “Do you know me?” 
“Uh…I mean, no, we’ve never met.” She pushed herself off her car, and slowly put her phone back into her pocket. 
That wasn’t really what he meant. He needed to persist, here. This could be a lucky hit. “No I— Do you know who I am?” 
Blatant confusion spread across her face. “Uh…  Are you not Goro Akechi?”
“I don’t know,” he answered. 
She stared at him again, almost suspicious. Then she looked him up and down.
“Are you… coming from the hospital?” 
“Yes.” He watched her mouth open just a bit in disbelief. He wondered how this woman knew him. If explaining would get more information out of her, then he’d do it. Privacy only existed when you had something to protect, after all. “I’ve been given an amnesiac diagnosis, you see. I’m going to the police station to see if I can find any sort of lead on myself.” 
She looked shocked. “Amnesia? And you’re going to the cops?” She blinked, and suddenly looked very serious. She grabbed one of his shoulders. “Wait. That’s bad news. Don’t go to the police.” 
He (Goro?) hadn’t expected to hear that.“What? And why shouldn’t I?”  
“You… holy shit, kid, do you actually have amnesia?” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Listen you need to— oh good god, this is gonna sound like I’m trying to kidnap you— I definitely know who you are. I can tell you but we shouldn’t… here. If someone finds you… ” She exhaled hard, and looked him dead on. It made Goro freeze. “Fuck, okay. The gist of it is— you’re in more danger than you realize. Like, a lot more. Will you come talk with me in my car?” 
Alright. So, a lot to process, and a lot he didn’t know how to. He didn’t even know if he should process it, or if that was the kind of story that should be immediately disregarded. Someone telling you to not go to the police and please get in their car seemed like a textbook stranger-danger red flag. There had been something uneasy about her tone, though. Like genuine concern— not that such a thing couldn’t be perfected and acted, however. 
But she’d given him a name. And it felt almost tangible, the more he thought about it. Less bendable and more sturdy. It was very easy to attach to himself. And it was a lead, wasn’t it? 
“Hey, did you get discharged, or are you just wandering around? Cause they’re gonna be looking for you if they didn’t let you out,” said the woman, jump starting Goro (almost certainly, Goro) out of his head. “And kid, I cannot just let you turn yourself in to the cops.” 
‘Turn myself in,’ he thought to himself. Such particular wording. It made his stomach drop. This woman knew more than him, clearly. And really, for fucks sake, if he died, he died. Obviously he hadn’t left enough of a mark on anyone to warrant not a single visitor during a five year coma. According to the nurses, it was more evident that he’d simply been dumped in town— like someone had already been trying to get rid of him. 
Well, whoever they were, they’d forgotten to bury his bones. 
He straightened himself up. “Okay.” 
She looked surprised, at first. She swallowed around it. “...Yep, okay then. Hop in before you change your mind.” She popped open her car door, and Goro circled around the side and followed suit. 
Her car was messy. It was filled with food wrappers and empty bottles, but papers and notebooks were scattered around, too. So she kept busy, it seemed. He decided he’d consider this a point in the not-about-to-murder-you direction. Too much here that could be used as evidence against her. Too personalized. He was almost envious. 
She adjusted her seat forwards and turned on the ignition. She was a bit jittery, Goro noticed, as she scratched the back of her head vigorously. 
“So, I’m gonna drive us somewhere that isn’t here but I can talk and drive so, just— like,  just a second, okay?” 
He nodded. She drummed her fingers against the steering wheel. “...Goddamn,” she muttered, and then pressed down on the gas, turning her car onto the barren road. 
She kept her eyes forward, but kept true to her promise of talking. She sighed. “Right. So, uh, to start… Okay, first, my name’s Ichiko Ohya, I’m a journalist. Get that cleared away. Next comes you which is a bit more complicated, but you probably wanna know why we’re dodging cops so I’ll start there. Or, as close to there as I can.”
He would take anything he could get from her, actually. The cops situation was undeniably concerning, but right now he was essentially a sentient empty shell, absorbing everything for the first time. A kid in a metaphorical candy store, but the store was a dodgy reporter who still might be kidnapping him and just stalling.  He’d call himself the kid, but it dawned on him he didn’t even know how old he was. Fantastic. More things the hospital staff hadn’t bothered to tell him. 
“Your name’s Goro Akechi. I told you that already but, that’s you. At least I’m like, ninety percent sure.” She spared him a glance. “You do look a bit different but all in all I’m— I’m pretty sure. Just the hair and the stubble, you know.” 
Goro hadn’t exactly looked in a mirror recently, so no, he didn’t know. He knew he had long hair— certainly longer than Ohya’s. He rubbed his jaw and felt the rough and gritty bristles that had prickled onto him. It bothered him that he didn’t know. It bothered him that he didn’t know what he looked like. 
Ohya continued, not letting him dwell for long. “You’re also sort of famous. Well, you were, and it was mainly with teenagers and moms in the city, but you were a popular detective. So, that’s how I know you. And I swear I’m getting to the running from cops part, but you have to know this first first. Oh, shit, it’s right here.” She took a sharp turn into a grocery store, and Goro had to grip the side to keep steady in his seat. 
She didn’t act very sheepish about it. “Sorry, for that. We’re gonna talk in here.” 
She paused her explanation to pull into a spot, which Goro felt a little thankful for because, under his circumstances, that felt like a lot of information to take in. He was well known, but not well known enough that anyone out here knew him. ‘Famous detective’ raised some weird alarms in his head, a position absurd enough that it might be true. It felt unfortunately right, like a disappointing truth. It was different from his name, more unwelcome. But it didn’t click either. Nothing had been clicking at all. 
There was a pit growing in his stomach, like something was in there, chewing down on his insides. But he’d found he didn’t care for ignorance, so he would put up with it for as long as it took. 
Ohya turned her car off, pushed her seat away from the wheel, and got herself comfortable. She faced him, nonchalant but sincere. “So this is where the really juicy stuff comes in, alright? So like, listen up now, if you weren’t.” There was something very serious about her eyes. 
As if he’d have let any of her explanation slip under his radar. “I’m listening.”  
That was a good enough answer for her, it seemed. 
“I’m trying to think of the best way to explain this, honestly,” she started, thumbing the back of her hand. “You… okay, there was this guy. He was a really big politician that you were involved with, and it’s kind of a gray area as far as what you were doing for him, but you and him worked together. Kind of. He was a really shitty guy.” 
She looked like she was considering her words. She turned her focus out the windshield for a moment, and sighed again. “He basically ended up confessing because this group— well, actually, they don’t matter right now. He confessed, and he talked about you. For some of it. It was a long fucking confession. But half of what he said wasn’t even coherent. He was talking about some crazy shit and no one knows what he meant by it. You were part of that whole section.” She paused again, thinking. Goro let the silence sit. He didn’t want to jump to a conclusion until he’d heard her out. Which was proving difficult, truthfully, because this all left a sour taste in his mouth, one that had almost certainly been there before. 
“They wanted to take you in for questioning, but you disappeared. And, to add fuel to the fire, they were having a hard time getting any actual concrete evidence,” she began. “Can’t make an arrest based on a confession alone. He did other things, too, and that's what he ended up being indicted for, but there's still that problem. This whole chunk of confession is still there that technically lines up with his timeline of events, but there’s no way to prove it. That’s why they want you,” Ohya’s expression darkened. “At least, publicly, that’s why they want you.” 
She readjusted in her seat again. She faced him fully. “This guy— Shido’s his name— he’s got goons. Not to mention, he had complete control over the police, and there are other higher up’s who worked with him. Some of those guys got busted with Shido’s confession, but there’s a few where there just isn’t enough evidence to put ‘em away. These are the ones who you need to watch out for.” She took a deep breath, not finished. 
“I’m gonna be frank with you,” she continued. “They want you dead. They don’t want a single loose end, and you’re still dangling. The police are on their side. Are you understanding me?”
Goro tried to let the words sink in. That was more than a lot to think about. The creature in his stomach was grinning now, he could tell. But, this was also no time to get overwhelmed. If her words were true— which, the overwrought familiarity of her explanation compelled him to trust them— he needed to keep his head above the water. 
“So these— subordinates. You’re saying they’re after my life? They can’t be actively hunting me down, if they have the influence you’re implying, or I’d have been found by now,”  Goro said, deciding to ignore the fear creeping up his spine. “So then, what’s my public status? How unlikely was it that I was the egoless comatose patient they were searching for?” 
“Uh…” said Ohya, seeming like she was the stunned one. “Well, you’re right, they don’t really have a manhunt right now. I guess I don’t need to worry about beating around the bush here— you’re presumed dead.”
Interesting. “That doesn’t surprise me,” he said, furrowing his brow. “But, obviously, a body was never found. They’re probably prioritizing morgues then, not hospitals. That does explain why I wasn’t discovered after all this time.” Though, if they’re smart, they’d also keep an eye on cases like his. They probably were, in fact. He’d gotten lucky that the police here were clueless. 
Ohya gave him a very funny look. “You know, it’s almost creepy how well you’re taking this. You were in a coma this whole time?” She shook her head. “I’d have thought you’d be more out of it, honestly.” 
“Is this not what you’d consider a wake-up call? I’ve been ‘out of it’ for a week. It’s common sense that I’d react like this,” he told her. Just going outside had cleared his head. He had a feeling hospitals had never been a fitting place for him. “Yes, I was in a coma,” he added, as an afterthought. “They said I’d been shot.” 
Just as the words left his mouth, he realized the implications that had. 
Ohya noticed just as fast. “You said shot?” 
They’d certainly both had the same assumption— maybe an attempt had already been made after his life. 
But there was something that felt wrong about that scenario, too. “I’m not… entirely sure it’s what you think it is,“ he replied. Maybe wrong wasn’t the correct word but, it wasn’t completely right either. “There’s no benefit to not making my body public. And, if they’re really after me, it seems messy, to say the least, that they didn’t finish the job properly.” He tried to speak confidently. The effort was familiar, too. Part of him wondered when he’d get the chance to do some self-analysis and tear himself apart. 
Ohya caught on very quick, rolling with every punch Goro gave. “Christ, kid. What kind of shady shit were you into? So we’re thinking you’ve got another group after you?” 
“I don’t know.” 
He really didn’t. There were missing pieces, but that was evident. He had no end of missing pieces. If he was supposed to be some detective, then maybe he should get on with acting like it, and figure out whatever the hell this was.
Whatever business he’d wrapped himself into. 
Ohya, again, spoke too quickly for Goro to finish digging through his own head.
“Maaan, I’ve really got myself into something haven’t I?” She rubbed her eyes, like she was already exhausted. “Look, I’m a busy woman. Don’t expect much out of me, but apparently I’ve got a bad habit of adopting puppies. So I’ll see if I can at least point you in the right direction, okay?” 
He didn’t have much of another choice, other than to let himself be killed. He nodded again, not sure whether to call himself pleased or solemn. 
She buzzed her lips and looked at him, obviously thinking. Then she opened her car door. “Well, okay. First things first, you gotta get some clothes, ‘cause you can’t go walking around like that. God, you don’t even have shoes…” She got out and stretched, and then turned back to him for one last comment. “Don’t expect much, okay? I’m not made of money. Don’t you dare go anywhere, either.” 
She slammed the door shut and started walking into the store. 
Goro was glad for the moment of peace. He let his jaw relax, closing his eyes. He hated how familiar the stress felt, and how desperate he was to welcome the feeling. A life or death promise was about as thrilling as one day should get. 
Getting any memory back was his top priority. But he didn’t have an inkling of where to start. He didn’t have a phone, or a computer, and certainly not a home. He guessed he could use a public computer at a library, but just searching himself might raise more questions than answers. They’d be important questions, he was sure, but he wondered about the bias, the assumptions, the fact that it’d be an outside perspective looking in. He didn’t know how delicately he should go about regaining his memories. 
Not to mention, he had only the word of a stranger and a low feeling in his stomach confirming he was even Goro Akechi. And now, with the reputation he’d had, if he even wanted to be him was questionable. Memories of such a life seemed… unpleasurable, at best, but he hadn’t set himself up to be able to just start over. Remembering his past was his best chance at plain old survival. 
He wanted to have some kind of plan before Ohya came back, but he was drawing blanks. What he really needed was someone who knew him personally. Beyond media attention, if there was a single poor soul around who’d actually known him. He found himself doubting such an existence, past anyone who was out for his head. 
He heard the car doors unlock, and he opened his eyes. Ohya was walking back with two bags, and she was on her phone again, barely looking where she was going. Well, there goes him having a plan. Bouncing ideas back and forth was the last thing he wanted to do. It was time wasted and he knew he would get frustrated, but his choices were limited. At least Ohya seemed pretty knowledgeable. It was possible she knew more than she was letting on, too. 
She opened up the car door and tossed the bags onto his lap. “Hey,” she began, setting herself back into place, “I got your stuff but— I remembered something in there that might be a good starting place for you, if I can run that by ya.” 
Or, of course, he could hear Ohya out and avoid idea bouncing all together. Something solid had come by much quicker than he thought. 
*****
Ohya’s plan wasn’t bad at all. 
She’d told him she had a contact from a few years ago, who was in charge of a bundle of self storage units. Apparently a certain “Goro Akechi” had registered himself one a couple months or so after Goro’s public disappearance. They’d told her once they noticed the name, but Ohya hadn’t taken up the lead at the time. When Goro asked why they’d even told her that, she left it at “no reason important,” and kept the topic adamantly off the table. Goro would push the envelope if it weren’t for the fact that his life (a life he didn’t even know he had, for the record, and one that still bothered him) was on the line. 
If this unit did belong to him, there could be a very solid lead on himself in there, and leads on his acquaintances, too. Ohya didn’t know if the garage still existed, though. So she said she’d give them a call and see if they could figure something out. 
Which is what led to Goro sitting in a barber’s chair. After he’d gotten dressed (an ensemble of sweats, a sweatshirt, and tennis shoes) Ohya had commented that he looked like he belonged in a homeless shelter, and “really needed a haircut.”
She said something about how he’d always kept himself looking clean, and Goro believed it. He was already feeling discomfited the way he was. So unkempt and basically filthy. So, she decided that while she was getting her contact all in order, she’d pay for him getting a trim and a shave. 
She was helping him more than he’d expected her to, in ways he didn’t really expect. But he’d take what he could get. He’d hardly had a reason to say no. 
He sat waiting in front of a mirror. He hadn’t gotten a good look at himself until now, but god, she was right, he looked pretty fucking bad. 
The first thought that came to him was sickly. Eyes sunken in, deep bags under his eyes. You wouldn’t expect him to have just been in a permanent state of slumber for the past five years. Or maybe the correct assumption would be, a coma hadn’t been enough sleep for him. 
His hair was just below his shoulders, and he had a very pitiful looking beard. He didn’t recognize himself. He didn’t think that would change much after his haircut, but it made him itch. It was a face that didn’t feel like his. He wanted to rip it off and replace it with a new one, one he knew better. 
Maybe he’d never liked looking at his reflection. 
Ohya had spoken to the barber for him. The one he got either wasn’t the talkative type, or really got his vibe of not wanting to speak to anyone. She went to work in silence, washing his hair with fruity shampoo and dressing him in a long black apron. That was all fine, albeit uncomfortable, but once she started cutting, Goro found he couldn't watch. The snips were loud, and definite, and it left his chest feeling tight. He couldn’t do anything but let his thoughts run blank. 
He wondered if that was hair he’d had before his incident, now falling away. He’d have the same eyes, and organs, and teeth, too. But he felt all wrong in this body. Like it had gone on without him. 
He was thankful when she moved to his beard. Just for a moment, though, because having someone so close to his face made him want to retreat as far back into himself as possible. A blade so close to his throat. He wondered how hard of a push it would take to make a cut. He wondered how deeply he’d have to go to make it bleed. 
 Maybe he’d always hated barbers, too. 
When she’d announced she was finished, and Goro forced himself to look back in the mirror, it actually took him aback. It had taken years off him. She’d styled his bangs, and left no hair on his chin, but most importantly, it was clean. Soft looking. Pleasant. 
It was almost enough to distract him from the discolored scar plastered on his forehead. 
He stared for probably too long. His disheveled bangs had kept it clearly out of view on his first glance, but now that he was fresh and groomed, it pushed its way into the limelight. It was reddish, and almost shiny, and painstakingly circular. 
He could feel dread bubbling up. He tore himself away from the mirror, and found an instant sense of relief when he wasn’t staring anymore. 
Reflections and barbers. More to read into later, he supposed. He was learning he had been quite the hassle. What an annoyance. 
Ohya met him at the entrance. Pure amusement was all over her face. “Shorter than I expected, but you’re looking pretty smart like that.” Her eyes went to his scar, but she made no comment on it. She frowned, but that was all. 
Goro didn’t mind her reluctance on the topic. He raised his eyebrows, and spoke with the silent mutual understanding of  “that is one gnarly goddamn scar” between them. “Ah, and I’m sure the sweatpants add to the look.” 
“Watch it,” she snapped back, sliding into her usual demeanor. “Not like I could get you Levi’s, kid.” 
She paid for his haircut, and out of the shop they went. They walked to the car in anticipating silence. She had her phone out again, texting someone now. Goro didn’t want to get his hopes up. Texting could mean anything, or nothing, or half of one or the other. 
She pushed her seat back getting into the car, and pulled one leg up with her. Goro waited for her to speak, keeping himself tense. He really wouldn’t be able to loosen up if he tried, like a wound up doll who’d gotten stuck. 
Ohya broke the quiet. “It’s still there.” 
Goro sucked in, but didn’t let himself relax. Nothing ended there. It was one check off a list, but not all of them.
 “And can we go in?” 
Ohya blew air out of her mouth. “Well, she said she wants to make sure it's you, because there's only so many privacy laws she wants to break.” She shrugged at him. “But honestly, looking at you now, there's not a doubt in my mind you’re Goro Akechi. So, you can chill about it.” 
He leaned back into his seat. The tensity had not left him. Something was making him lucky today, and he hated it. He would feel much more comfortable in the mitts of misfortune. But he couldn’t help feeling giddy, too. Like something was rubbing circles into his back, easing, but not erasing, bits and pieces of his concerns. It was something to focus on, and a goal to achieve. Above all, that relief made him feel pathetic. 
“I was gonna ask if you wanted to go today or not, but you look more thrilled than I think I’ve ever seen you, so I’m just gonna take that as a yes.” 
He hated the way she worded that. He frowned. “Only if you’re as concerned about my identity as you seemed to be earlier. You’re welcome to take your time, I’m surely not going anywhere.” 
“You’re snarky! I never realized you had an attitude,” Ohya laughed. 
She got the car going, and they were on their way to the unit. Apparently it was quite a ways, and Ohya advised him he’d better buckle in for a long one. 
He could feel his eyelids getting heavy. He had things he wanted to think about, and questions he wanted to ask. Working up a tolerance to being active was not something that could be done in a day, but fuck if he wouldn’t try anyway. 
But, despite how he tried to fight it, Goro fell asleep. 
*****
He woke up when they were about ten minutes from the units. Ohya commented she’d thought it was a little funny that he’d been so exhausted doing just about nothing all day, but admitted too that his body was probably pretty weak, and he really should take it easy. As easy as he could, at least. 
They were both quiet for the remainder of the drive. The sun was getting low now. They were passing by suburbs between grassy fields, driving past exit by exit. He had no idea how long they’d been going for. Ohya had called herself busy, and Goro believed it, so her continual help felt unusual. People weren’t just like this, he was almost sure. 
She also knew things that felt… almost inappropriately relevant to him. The topic of the unit still tingled in the back of his mind. Why had they called her about his storage? And for that matter, why had she even known so much about him? The information she had felt intimate— like the results of a deep investigation. Had this all been yielded from that politician? 
But Ohya had a distinct air of privacy. There could’ve been something personal about her aid, but Goro figured that she wouldn’t crack easily. It might be better to leave it— personal matters tended to yield lasting effects, after all. At least, he assumed so. He really wasn’t sure if that was as big of a plus as it appeared on the surface, though. 
When the centre came into view, Goro let those thoughts ease into the back of his mind. He could focus on Ohya’s MO later. This was leaps and bounds more important to him; if anything was going to last, it was this. He could play detective, just like he was supposed to, and maybe come across some special clue. Perhaps he could test out his muscle memory and flex whatever skills he presumed he’d had. 
They arrived, and it looked extremely closed. Like the only customers they’d been expecting were ghosts. The lights in the windows were off, and the gate guarding the units was shut tight. It wasn’t encouraging. 
Ohya read his expression pretty clearly. She bumped his shoulder with her fist. “She knows we’re coming, my contact’s still here. The front just closes at 6:00. I’ll deal with it, so just stay put for now.” 
And just as she said, after she hopped out of her car and approached the office, the door swiftly opened and a woman joined Ohya outside. The two of them seemed friendly. Goro watched as they talked, noting quizzically to himself that Ohya was someone who talked with her hands. 
Ohya gestured to her car and they both looked over to Goro. He watched them walk over, and obeyed smartly when Ohya signaled him to roll down his window. 
 The woman peeked her head around to look at him, her eyebrows arched high. “Wow,” she said, completely staring now. “I mean, he looks like him, that’s for sure.” 
Ohya grinned. “Sure does. That enough for you to let us in?” She didn’t really say it as a request, more like an expectation. Goro appreciated the tone. 
She fiddled with her bottom lip. “Hmm. You said amnesia? He got any doctor's notes about that?” She asked, giving cue to Ohya’s sour expression. 
“You didn’t say a word about notes 
on the phone, you know.” 
The contact clicked her tongue, and looked back to Goro. She bit the inside of her cheek, and sighed. “Just cause it’s you, Ohya, I’ll take that nasty scar on his forehead as my confirmation.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “Come with me inside, I’ll get his key.” 
Ohya made a haughty noise of achievement, and followed the woman back in. Goro rolled up the window again. 
They were taking a little while. He rubbed at his scar absentmindedly. So obviously a bullet wound, maybe that had been the real reason his barber hadn’t made much conversation. Whoever tried to kill him had shot just where it counted. You don’t fire a warning shot into a head. He wondered if he’d deserved it, and doubted he didn’t.  
Goro removed his hand when Ohya reemerged from the building, and she was looking confident. She slid back into her car and jingled the key to his unit victoriously. “Easy peasy. She’s gonna open the gate for us in a second. Your unit number is 508.” 
They waited for a little while, nerves ever growing, until the automatic gates opened on their own, groaning and creaking until fully extended. Ohya started her car and drove in, squinting at the unit numbers in the low light.
Rows upon rows of garages awaited them. This must’ve been a pretty large lot, by the looks of things. The dirt road was the only uneven piece of scenery, the repetition was endless. He kept a watchful eye on the unit numbers, as well, skipping between the evens and the odds. 
After a few right turns, and one very tight u-turn, they were there. 508 stood wedged between its neighbors, almost at the end of the row, but not quite. Not a thing stood out about it. It was just as gray and worn and untouched as the rest of the facility. Not even the dirt was remarkable. It reminded him of the hospital. 
Ohya held the key out to Goro. 
“I’m assuming you want this to be a ‘just you’ kinda thing?” 
The gesture was something he should’ve expected, but didn’t. It made him hesitate for a moment. 
He took the key. “I appreciate it,” he said. 
“No sweat.” 
He got out of her car, and she drove off to the end of the row. She stayed parked within general sight of the unit. It was essentially pseudo privacy, but neither of them knew how long he’d be in there, and who knows what this could trigger. Ohya also didn’t seem like she knew a thing about amnesia. He wouldn’t look to her for comfort of any sort, but there was reassurance in her being a safe figure. 
He took a deep breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth. This was his step one. He’d gotten himself into some deep shit, his past self hadn’t seemed to have a shred of self preservation in mind. Had he not encountered Ohya, he could’ve been dead by the hands of the crooks that call themselves the police by now. He had a lot more steps to cover, and each one would be riskier than the next. He was much more on his own than he realistically should’ve been. Most people had friends, as far as he knew. But this was seemingly his own fault. He wanted to know why exactly it was his fault. 
One more deep breath. 
He inserted the key into the lock, and grabbed the handle of the metal shutter. He pushed up, and with a squeak of rust and a bang of metal, he opened up his door to more dangerous times. 
And it was nearly empty. 
It was barren concrete. Newly disturbed dust was floating about. It was eerily quiet, and the stale air made his throat itch. Cobwebs stuck in the corners, barely visible in the low light of the setting sun. Though he wouldn’t call it underwhelming. 
In the center of the floor was a cardboard box. About medium sized, without a lid. It matched well with the rest of the room, lined with dust and unaltered. He kneeled in front of it. 
It was its contents that felt much more exciting. There were papers, lots of them. Thick manila envelopes full of information for him to flip through. He scooted back towards the entrance and pulled the box along with, trying to get the last of the light funneling in to help him read. 
It was heavier than he expected, and he didn’t know how much to attribute that to his current lack of strength. He took out the first envelope and it, despite the dust, was clear and candid. When he flipped it around, he noticed with eagerness that there was writing on the front. He tried to make it out as clearly as he could, and in careful handwriting, it read: “05/21/2020— Case No. 1471” 
It was a case file. He pulled out another envelope, and it was similarly marked. His interest was surely piqued. There must’ve been some sort of relevance to these, if they were going to be so pointedly left here. He pulled out a third, and then a fourth, and from the weight he’d expected many more. But, the pile ended there. Instead, what filled the rest of the box was another, smaller, wooden one. 
He took it out delicately, gripping it securely around the sides to ensure he didn’t drop it. This seemed much more… personal. Shiny cherry wood, latched but not locked, just small enough to sit on his lap firmly. A thought that couldn’t help but be excited came to mind. 
This could’ve belonged to me. 
He wasted no time. He undid the latch, and it gave a satisfying click. The hinges creaked just barely as his clammy hands lifted the lid, and pulled all the way back, until it rested hanging by itself. 
Inside sat more papers. Some were crisper than others, some had obviously been crumpled and then flattened out again. But there was consistency in each of them being folded neatly in half, stacked neatly on top of each other. 
He picked up the one from the beginning of the pile, unfolded it, and was surprised to find it had hardly been written on; a simple “To you,” at the top. This was a candidate that had been clearly wadded up and discarded. He set it down carefully, and picked up the next. 
This one hadn’t been written on much, either. It said even less, just “Hello.” 
He picked up another, and another. It was all soft stationary, each topped with slightly different wordings, and some decorated with a couple lines, even. But they were all just about the same, a simple greeting, and then resigning. 
They were letters. Or rather— drafts for one. So he’d learned today that he was indecisive, maybe a bit quick tempered, but potentially also at least organized. He assumed the existence of these drafts meant he’d never gotten around to sending his letter, either. And perhaps he’d never get such a chance, if this visit didn’t convince any muggy memories to creep out of their caves.  
As he pulled out drafts and read his pathetic one-liners, he came across a page that was different. There was actually a fair amount of content on it, over a paragraph's worth. It had obviously also been cast aside, but even a spare scrap could be useful to him, in this state. He used the last of the remaining light to read it. 
“To whom it may concern, 
I would like to skip the inherent shamefulness of writing a letter to you, of all things, in my introduction, and I will title this ambiguously under the assumption that if you believe this does truly not concern you, that you will save me the mortification of reading through it anyways. 
I won’t formally phrase this as a farewell, but you should take it as one. 
Our unknowns are too great to write, and while you were not innocent, neither am I, and there are truths between the two of us that shouldn’t have remained unspoken. I’ve never thought to run from the blame. 
My hands are not clean, and maybe they never will be, but they can still carry you home when you’re ready to sleep. 
Perhaps a fact I recognized too late.
I do not want to say goodbye, however I—“
It cut off. 
The letter left a lump in Goro’s throat. He read it through once more. He wanted to analyze each sentence down to its core, but the light had died out. But there were bits and pieces, words that suck out in his mind. “Farewell,” “Innocent,” “Unspoken.”
“Too late.”
Goro bit down on his lip hard. The case files— those he understood. With the life he’d allegedly lived and the people he’d known, of course something like that would be predominant. They were fact on paper, ignorant of bias, they’d be full of names and leads. They were important. But, he didn’t understand why these almost-letters had been left here. Out of anything that could’ve been kept. Had there been someone he’d felt so strongly for? To be kept in safety behind lock and key? 
To identify this person— that could be his next goal to achieving his memories. To ignite the fire of their eventual reunion, and perhaps they could know what happened to him. They could come easy, though he suspected that anyone who he’d decided to be so rottenly open with wouldn’t be typical. But, they would also know him, past the media, past the appearances. 
And, though he wasn’t going to admit it, he’d needed something more hopeful to work towards. 
He put the papers back where they belonged, placed the entire case back into the cardboard box, and stacked the case files back atop it. 
There was no telling how old these letters were. They could’ve been from much before his incident. But this set him up for a goal, a big one, that might get him back to whatever meager place he’d left himself in. 
He picked up the box, and prepared himself to head back outside to Ohya. He needed to muster up his resolve, because this was only the first out of two very important clues this visit could provide. 
He positioned the box onto his waist, and took one last look into the dark before closing up his unit. He returned to Ohya’s car, pulling open the door without so much as a greeting, and set the box on the floor in front of his seat. 
Ohya leaned forward, interested. “That a box you got?” 
He wasn’t going to talk about the embarrassing letters he found. Even if he wanted to, his second clue came first. “It’s not that important right now,” he lied. “Is your contact still here?” 
She raised her eyebrows at him, but let the topic drop. “Sure is. She can’t leave ‘till we leave.” 
Good. “I need to speak with her.” 
She hummed in reply, seeming very curious by his idea. They drove back up to the entrance, Ohya not questioning his motives, but still giving him an inquiring side eye every so often. 
They got out of the car together this time, and walked into the front office. The woman was reading behind the counter, almost completely in the dark, with only a desk lamp lighting her work area. 
She glanced up at them, and placed her book upside down. “Hey there. You got that key?” 
“Yes,” Goro replied. He placed it lightly on the counter. She took it without a word, and got up to put it back on its hook. Goro stopped her before she turned. “I have a question for you.” 
She seemed a little surprised. She glanced between him and Ohya, and then put her free hand on her hip. “Okay?”
He hoped he could push his luck just a bit further today. He’d made it this far, after all. 
“Is there any way I can see the documentation that was filed when this unit was made?” he asked. 
The woman pursed her lips. “Ohya?” 
Ohya put her hands up defensively. “Don’t look at me. This is all him.” 
The woman stared at Goro. He stared back. This was arguably the most important part of the visit. He needed to see those papers. Just a single particular part, it was the one factor that needed an explanation. He would not leave until he got that documentation, and if he had to stand his ground and pull her leg a bit to get it, he would. 
After their staring contest lasted just a moment too long, she folded her arms. “Jeez. Only because I feel bad for you, okay?” she huffed, turning on her heel. “And because my niece liked your food blog.” 
She disappeared into the back of the office, leaving Goro feeling just a bit full of himself. He would think about the food blog comment later.
Ohya lightly punched his arm. “Okay, good going. But whatcha going to do with that?” 
“There’s something I need to check,” he replied flatly. It made Ohya grunt unenthusiastically. 
The woman returned with a few papers, all paper clipped together. She tossed them onto the counter. “This is a customer copy, okay? So feel free to keep it.” She glared at Ohya. “And, I’m going home now. So, get out, please.” 
That got a laugh out of Ohya. “I know I can always count on you to bend a couple of rules for me.” 
“Out.” 
They left the building, Ohya waving her last goodbyes while Goro rushed to the car. He needed to get some light on these papers, it was long past sundown now. He slid himself into the car, clicked on one of the lights, and went to work reading, all while Ohya was still walking over. 
Ohya opened her door and stood outside watching him, leaning on the frame. First, it was with interest, but it soon turned into irritation.
“Kid, tell me what you’re looking for. You’ve got your eyeballs all over that thing,” she said. 
He didn’t let their conversation stop him from reading. He kept his eyes glued to the page, checking each word and box before moving on. 
He did owe her an explanation. Getting his thoughts out would help him focus a bit, anyway. 
“These sorts of things— storage units. Wouldn't they be paid for recurrently?” 
Ohya went quiet for a moment. “They are,” she said, and joined him in the car. “Shit. Those funds can’t be coming from you, can they.” 
“Exactly. I’m looking for the responsible billing party.” He turned onto the next page. None of the handwriting matched what he’d seen on his papers and files, which further confirmed to him that this unit hadn’t been one he’d purchased himself. Whoever this was had put all that information in there, those cases, those letters. He suspected they weren’t his mystery recipient, but he could confirm that with them once they’d met.
Why this had been done in his name, though, was beyond him. 
He flipped onto the last page, and found his prize. Big black bolded letters asking for the responsible parties name, and neat penmanship filling in the blank. 
“Sae Niijima,” he read aloud. 
Ohya gawked. 
“‘Sae Niijima?’ Seriously?” she scoffed to herself, and sunk down further in her seat. “She’s an attorney. A damn good one, too.” 
An attorney? He wondered how she could’ve known him. “She’s the one paying, apparently.” 
Ohya tapped long slender fingers onto her steering wheel again. She dropped her head. “Guess that means she’s our next lead, huh?” 
Goro adjusted himself in his seat. “It does.” 
“Ahh, man,” she complained. “You’re really somebody who’s in with the big guns, you know. You better let me have some exclusive with you after all this is done, or something.” 
Goro gave way a hint of a smile. Probably his first since he’d woken up. If this would be the last of his luck, so be it. He hated to rely on something so shifty and mischievous, anyways. This was a start, barely a sprout, to whatever his big picture was. But he’d see himself to the very top. 
Really, he’d already died once. Hardly a way to go but up. 
“We’ll see.” 
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itsadamcole · 11 months ago
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i wish
fem!reader x tyler breeze
It’s been almost three months since reader last saw her husband, Tyler Breeze. He’s been traveling for wrestling. Reader has a fancy dinner event for her law firm and she wishes that Tyler was there to accompany her. Little does reader know that Tyler has a little surprise up his sleeve ... “i wish you were here”
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warning: soft smut, fluff, a scene including sexual harassment, tyler being cute and happy, probably wrong legal stuff but we’re gonna pretend it’s real for the sake of the imagine
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As you do your makeup for your formal dinner party with your co-workers, your mind wanders off to your husband.
It's been close to three months since you kissed Tyler goodbye and it's gotten harder and harder every day. You miss him. You miss him being around and you miss hearing him yell and scream when he's streaming or playing UNO with DaParty.
The house has been too quiet without him. The only reason you're not feeling lonely is because of Kanga, Tigger, and Roo, the two dogs and the cat you and Tyler parent.
As you're applying your lipstick, you realize that you have a few tears running down your cheeks, ruining your makeup. You groan, frustrated with yourself as you dry the tears and fix your look.
Once your makeup is finally done, you get into the dress you bought for the occasion.
The dinner tonight is a formal event, meaning full-length dresses instead of the usual cocktail dress. You bought a full length dark red satin dress for the occasion. The top of the dress hugs your chest while the skirt has a slight flare to it. The v-neck dips down a little bit and the sleeves are thin as they sit on your shoulders. You pair the dress with dark red heels.
You put in diamond earrings that were gifted to you by Tyler on your first wedding anniversary. They hand down a little bit. To decorate your neck, you wear a necklace that your sister gave you for your birthday two birthdays ago. You put on your engagement and wedding rings on your left ring finger. You rarely ever wear your rings to work, let alone a work event.
As you're putting on your jewelry, your phone starts to go off. You walk over to the ringing device. Tyler is trying to FaceTime you.
You've told him about the dinner tonight and he said that he'd be there if he could. He knows how much you hate any kind of party.
Putting a smile on your face, you answer the FaceTime call. Tyler is looking at his phone, waiting for you to pick up. The second he sees you, a smile lights up his face. "There's my beautiful wife," Tyler says. "I can only see your face but I just know you look stunning."
"Hold on," you say, walking over to the full-length mirror in your bedroom. You turn the camera so the camera is on the mirror. The sunlight coming through the window lights up the room.
Tyler has a look of awe on his face as he looks at you in the mirror via the phone camera. "Baby," he says. "You look like a princess."
You smile and say, "I just need a little tiara."
Your husband says, "You don't need a tiara to be a princess, baby. This right here proves it."
You giggle and turn the camera back to your face. "I wish you were here," you say. "I hate going to these things alone."
Tyler says, "I know. I wish I was too. I'll be home for the next event though and we can kill it together. I promise."
"I can't wait," you say, glancing at the time. "Okay, I have to get going. It's going to take me years to drive to the place where this event is going to be because I'm in a gown and heels."
Your husband laughs over the phone and he asks, "Is it at The Oak again?"
Nodding, you say, "Of course it is because the partners always have this stupid dinner at the same exact place every few months."
Both you and Tyler laugh before he says, "Well, then, I'll let you go. You look beautiful, baby. I love you."
"And I love you," you say, blowing him kisses through the phone. "I'll see you when you come home."
Tyler smiles and says, "I'll be home before you know it. It'll go by quickly."
You smile as you both say your goodbyes. You grab your clutch and walk downstairs, phone already in hand from having just been on it when Tyler called.
You get into your car. You turn it on and start the half-hour ride to The Oak.
The Oak is a fancy hotel with a large ballroom area that the partners at your law firm always use for these events. There's one every four to six weeks. You've been working at Dolan and Reid's law firm for close to ten years so these get kind of boring after a while. You're required to be at each one though because of your position in the firm. You're a junior partner. You were promoted late last year and you were ecstatic.
You've been with Tyler since you were just starting out in the law firm. You got married four years ago. It's been an amazing four years.
As you pull up, you see several of your co-workers walking into the hotel. They're laughing and already having a good time. You park in the parking lot before you walk into the hotel yourself.
You've been here so many times, the hotel employees know your name and you know most of theirs. You don't have to ask where the bar is because you've been here so often.
When you walk up to the bar, the bartender, whose name is Lucy, asks, "What can I get for you, Y/N?"
You sigh, "A glass of your best whiskey, Lucy. Thank you."
She nods and gets your drink ready.
"This drink is on me," a male voice says beside you. You look over and see one of the other junior partners standing next to you. Danny Watson. You roll your eyes as you're handed your drink. "What? No 'hello'? Or what about 'hi, Danny. How are you'?"
You sip your drink and hold up your left ring finger with your wedding ring on it. "I'm married, remember?" you say coldly. "I'm not interested for the hundredth time."
Danny says, "I know for a fact that your husband is out of town for some wrestling bullshit so let me take you home, baby. Let me show you what I could do if you dumped that husband of yours that's never home."
You stay calm as you say, "Listen here, Daniel. Don't you insult my husband's work by calling it bullshit. And don't you dare even ask me to go home with you. I'm tired of you and your sexual harassment. Do it one more time and I'll talk to the partners about it."
He laughs and says, "You think they're gonna do anything about it? They have more important things to deal with than an allegation of sexual harassment."
"You forget that I'm a lawyer that handles sex cases or cases involving harassment and assault," you spit at him. "I'll sue you and represent myself."
Danny rolls his eyes and says, "Whatever, Y/N. You're not worth my time anymore."
You get angry and you say, "Fuck you, Danny. I was never worth your time because I am not going to cheat on my husband with anyone, let alone someone as low as you."
Someone walks over and stands beside you. "Y/N, is Danny bothering you again?" You look over and see that it's your best friend from work, Y/WBF/N. You sigh with relief and nod. "Go the fuck away, Danny. Stop harassing the poor girl when she's already upset enough."
Danny rolls his eyes and walks off. You thank Y/WBF/N and say, "My hero."
She hooks her arm with yours and says, "Let's head into the main room and dance a little bit. We both need to let off a little steam after that."
You finish your drink and say, "I couldn't agree more." The two of you walk into the ballroom area and walk to the dance floor.
Y/WBF/N is wearing a full-length form-fitting black dress. It looks beautiful on her. Her jet black curls bounce up and down as she moves.
You and your work best friend both dance for about 30 minutes before the DJ says, "Let's slow it down a little bit so the couples in the room can dance together."
A Thousand Years by Christina Perri plays and you leave the dance floor area with Y/WBF/N, finding a seat at one of the round tables. You sip the water that's provided for you and you notice Y/WBF/N glance behind you and smile a bit.
Before you can react or say anything, you hear a familiar voice behind you say, "Excuse me, Mrs. Breeze. I believe that you should be on the dance floor with your husband." You quickly turn around in your seat and look behind you to see your husband, Tyler Breeze, standing behind you. He's fully dressed in a black and white suit with a red tie.
Quickly, you get up and wrap your arms around Tyler's neck. You're on your tiptoes as you hug him. You're hugging your husband for the first time in months. Your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck.
Tyler takes your hand and leads you over to the dance floor, where about twenty or so couples are dancing together to the slow song. You haven't been able to stop smiling since you turned around in your seat.
Your husband takes you in his arms, wrapping them around your waist. You wrap your arms around his neck and sway to the music. You stare up at Tyler, meeting his pretty brown eyes for the first time since he left three months ago.
"How did you get here?" you ask. "Last time I checked, you were supposed to be in Seattle for NXT Takeover."
He smiles and says, "That's not until Saturday and I decided to come by for the next four days and spend time with my wife. Dango is covering for me in Seattle while I'm here with you. It wasn't worth spending four days in Seattle with nothing to do so I decided to come and surprise you."
You smile and pull yourself closer to Tyler. Your cheek is now on his chest and you listen to the sound of his heart beating. You say, "I'm so happy you're home for a few days. I've missed you so much, so have Kanga, Tigger, and Roo."
Tyler laughs and says, "I said hi to them when I stopped by the house to grab this tie so I can somewhat match you."
Laughing, you look back up at Tyler. A smile is on your lips as you sigh, "I've missed you, Tyler. So much."
Your husband says, "I've missed you too, Y/N. You look absolutely stunning and I am so glad that I got to see you in the dress."
You smile and wrap your arms tighter around Tyler's neck, pressing your cheek to his chest again. Tyler kisses the top of your head and you close your eyes as the song ends but changed to One Direction's If I Could Fly.
Tyler wraps his arms tighter around your waist and you both continue to sway to the music.
As you dance with your husband, you wish that this moment would never end that way he wouldn't have to leave in four days to fly across the country from you. You wish you could stay in his arms forever. You don't want him to leave and you can't go with him because you have an important case to prep for. The trial starts on Monday.
"Hey," Tyler says, looking down at you. "Y/N, what's wrong? You're crying."
You hadn't noticed that you started crying. You wipe your mascara filled tears away and you say, "I wish you didn't have to leave in a few days. I hate it when you leave for so long. I wish you could stay with me for a while."
Tyler smiles and says, "I was going to surprise you with this later but after Takeover, I'm home for nine weeks. No more touring until after the holidays. The next Takeover is in Orlando so I don't have to go very far."
The news makes you smile wide. You say, "Really? You're going to be home for nine weeks straight?"
Your husband nods and says, "I am. I'm all yours for the next nine weeks after Takeover. I also told Dango to stay away for the first week or so since I have a lot of time to make up for." Tyler winks at you. You lightly kick Tyler's shin.
"Tyler!" you scold. "I'm at a work event. You can't be saying these things when my co-workers are around."
He laughs and asks, "Am I not allowed to touch you then since your co-workers are around?" He lets you go and you pout.
You say, "I never said that." Tyler smiles and puts his hands back on your waist. "You're mean."
Tyler smiles and says, "But you love me."
You giggle and say, "Yes. I do love you."
"Am I allowed to kiss you or no?" your husband teases. "Since your co-workers are around."
Rolling your eyes, you say, "I don't care if my co-workers are around. I haven't kissed you in close to three months."
Tyler laughs and brings his lips down to yours. They move against yours slowly and your eyes flutter closed as you kiss your husband for the first time in three months. The kiss is very soft and passionate from the start. Your hands slide to Tyler's cheeks, holding his face between your hands.
The song changes and everyone comes back into the dance floor. Tyler pulls back from the kiss and looks down at you.
"Y/N," one of the partners calls, walking toward you. Mr. Reid is the partner walking toward you. "May I have a few words outside with you?"
You nod and look at Tyler. "I'll be right back," you say to your husband. "Y/WBF/N is still at the table you found me at."
Tyler nods and you walk away with Mr. Reid, leaving the large ballroom and loud music. You find yourself in the lobby of the hotel with not only Mr. Reid but Mr. Dolan and Danny.
That bitch, you think to yourself.
Mr. Dolan says, "Mr. Watson here has told us you have been harassing him for a few weeks. He's been saying you've been wanting to, and I quote, 'take him to bed'."
Your eyes widen and you say, "That is not how it went down, Mr. Dolan. It's been the opposite actually. My husband has been away for a few weeks for his job and Daniel has been harassing me the entire time my husband has been gone." Panic rises in your voice. "I've never once asked if Daniel could take me to bed. As a matter of fact, I've never approached Daniel for anything outside of work."
Mr. Reid looks at Danny and says, "You omitted the part where she had a husband, Mr. Watson."
You've rarely ever told anyone that you have a husband let alone that Tyler Breeze is your husband because of his status. NXT Tag Team Champion and WWE superstar. He's well known, and you never know who is or isn't a wrestling fan.
The partners never asked for your marital status so you never told them. You were single when you started working at the firm. You've been going by your maiden name at work, not your married last name since you never legally changed your name to Y/N Breeze after you married Tyler.
Between your friends and family, you are Mrs. Breeze. Legally, you're still Y/N L/N so you're not obligated to tell anyone you're married. You've only told Danny and Y/WBF/N because of Danny's harassment and because Y/WBF/N is your best friend.
Daniel says, "I didn't think that was an important subject."
Mr. Dolan says, "Miss L/N, we did check the footage from tonight at the bar before we came to get you and we did see that Mr. Watson came up to you and you did seem agitated that he was there. You held up your left hand as well. We just wanted to confirm that it has been Mr. Watson harassing you since we did have visual evidence."
You sigh with relief that the partners didn't believe Danny.
Danny on the other hand looks pissed that he's been caught in a lie. Mr. Reid says, "Now, Mr. Watson, next time you lie, you might not want to lie to lawyers. As of this moment, you have been demoted to associate, and associate you will stay for a while. If we get any more reports of harassment coming from you, you will be terminated. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," Danny mumbles.
Mr. Reid says, "You're dismissed, Mr. Watson."
Danny walks away and you look at the partners. Mr. Dolan asks, "Miss L/N, is your last name legally L/N, or do you share your husband's last name?"
You say, "It's legally still L/N. I've been thinking of legally changing it to my husband's last name for a little bit."
"What's been stopping you?" Mr. Dolan asks.
You play with your thumbs and say, "My husband is a professional wrestler. A pretty well-known professional wrestler and I've been trying to keep my marriage on the quiet side because of his job."
Mr. Reid says, "You don't have to use your husband's last name on your cards for work if you want to change it to his last name. You can still be Y/N L/N since it is your maiden name."
You blink and say, "In that case, I might legally change my last name to my husband's. I was lead to believe that I had to use my legal name."
Mr. Reid says, "You can go by your birth name or your married name, Miss L/N. We have a few documents upstairs that will help you begin the process of changing your last name tonight. I can retrieve them quickly. All you have to do is provide some information and sign a few papers and then it's done."
You nod and say, "Let's do it."
The partners go and get the documents. Tyler texts you in the meantime.
11:27 pm
tyler bby: everything okay? you’ve been gone for a little bit
11:28 pm
you: everything's okay. we're talking over a case that starts monday. i'll be back in a few minutes
Tyler writes back an "okay see you in a few" and you sigh.
He surprised you and now you're going to surprise him. He's been wanting you to change your last name so he'll be happy about this.
With Mr. Reid and Mr. Dolan's help, the documents are all signed after you provide the information. It takes about fifteen minutes once they come back with the papers.
Mr. Reid hands you a document with your new legal name and says, "Congratulations, Mrs. Breeze."
You smile and say, "Thank you."
You walk off back toward the dinner party and walk to Tyler.
When you get to Tyler, you lower the paper in front of his face from behind him and you say, "Surprise."
Tyler looks up at you and asks, "You changed your last name?"
You nod and say, "It'll take some time and some processing before it's officially legal but yes, I changed my last name. I am now unofficially Mrs. Y/N Breeze. I'm still going to use my maiden name at work and it's what my clients will call me but my legal name will be Y/N Breeze."
Your husband stands up and kisses you. You giggle into the kiss and he mumbles, "Mrs. Breeze sounds so hot."
"It was your last name before it was mine," you say against Tyler's lips.
Tyler smiles against your lips before he pulls back. "Tonight's just full of surprises for both of us," he says.
You peck his lips and say, "Take me upstairs to see another surprise that will give you a preview of what our week will look like once you're back from Takeover this weekend."
Tyler's eyes widen and he takes your hand. He walks to the receptionist's desk and says, "We'd like a room. Any room that you have available."
The woman behind the desk says, "Room 1118 is available."
Your husband says, "We'll take it."
Tyler pays for the room and is given the key. Excited, he takes your hand again and walks to the elevator. He steps on and pulls you into his arms. As the doors shut, Tyler kisses you passionately. You giggle against his lips and mumble, "Someone's antsy."
"I haven't been intimate with my wife in three months," he says, pulling back from the kiss and undoing his tie. "Excuse me if I'm a little excited to have sex tonight."
You smile and pull Tyler back to you by pulling his jacket. Your lips crash to his and the intense kiss continues as Tyler presses you against the wall of the elevator.
Luckily no one is on the elevator as you ascend to the 11th floor. The trip takes what feels like forever before you reach the 11th floor.
Once the doors open, you take Tyler's hand and walk down the hallway quickly until you get to room 1118.
Tyler unlocked the door with the keycard and pulls you inside. The door closes and automatically locks behind you as Tyler presses you against the door.
You stare up at Tyler and see his brown eyes dark with lust and need, for you. Your core begins to ache at the thought of what Tyler's going to do to you tonight after he sees the underwear you're wearing.
It's been three long months since you last had sex. Three months too long.
Your need for Tyler overwhelms you and you lean your head up, kissing Tyler hard.
As your lips move against Tyler's, you push off his suit jacket. It drops to the floor. His tie joins the jacket before the two of you stumble toward the bed.
It's mostly dark in the room, except for the moonlight and bright lights of Orlando shining into the room from the window and glass doors that lead to the balcony.
You've done this so many times with Tyler that the two of you know each other like the back of your hands. You don't need light.
Tyler's fingers work on the zipper on the back of your dress as yours work on unbuttoning his shirt. Your lips move feverishly against each other. You eventually get Tyler's shirt unbuttoned and you pull it off of him.
He gets your dress unzipped and you let it fall off your body, pooling at your feet. You step out of your heels and Tyler pulls back from the kiss. He looks down at you. You're not wearing a bra but you're wearing a pair of red lacy panties.
Your husband licks his bottom lip and says, "Now that's a surprise."
You giggle and start to unbutton his pants as he spins you around and pushing you back onto the bed. He leans over the bed with his hands on either side of you, holding himself up. Tyler kisses you softly, taking his face in your hands as you kiss him back.
Tyler pushes you onto your back, breaking the kiss. His lips are on your chest and slowly trail down your body. You've missed this feeling. His lips on your body, his fingers touching your skin. It's been three months since you've been with Tyler like this.
He pushes your panties to the side and starts to kiss and suck on your sensitive clit. You let out a soft moan and bite your lip. Tyler hums softly and runs his tongue through your folds. "Tyler," you sigh. "Please. No teasing tonight."
Your husband smirks and pulls off your panties before slipping two fingers into you. You moan a little louder and your back arches off the bed as Tyler moves his fingers quickly.
You grasp onto the bedsheets and let out a loud moan as he adds a third finger. Loud moans escape your lips with every flick of Tyler's wrist. Your body jerks beneath Tyler's touch and he looks up at you with his eyes.
It takes maybe five minutes before you're pulled to the edge of an orgasm. Your legs shake a bit as you get closer and closer, then Tyler pulls his fingers out of you. You whine and look at him.
"Baby," you say, pouting. "Not fair."
Tyler stands at the foot of the bed in front of you. You watch as he pulls off his pants and his boxers. You gently bite your lip and Tyler crawls onto you, hovering over you between your legs. His lips are on yours within a few seconds and they move against yours intensely. Your fingers are in his hair, holding Tyler close to you.
The two of you share the passionate kiss for a few moments before Tyler begins to push himself into you, making you moan and gasp softly against Tyler's lips.
Tyler pulls back and his lips attach to your neck. Your hands slide down to the back of Tyler's neck and he starts to thrust his hips into you gently. Your eyes flutter closed and you enjoy the feeling of Tyler inside you. "God, Tyler," you moan. "I've missed this."
Your husband smiles against your neck as he moves harder into you, his tip grazes your g-spot and you moan his name loudly.
He props himself up on his arms, pulling away from your neck. Your eyes meet his as you wrap your legs around his waist tightly. His thrusts are harder and he's so deep inside you that his hips are now flush against yours.
As you're pulled closer and closer to your orgasm again, your legs begin to shake. You're gasping and moaning. The sound of skin slapping and your moans fill the small room.
"I'm close, baby," Tyler groans as he's pulled closer to his climax.
Your hands cup his face and you say, "Come, baby."
Tyler thrusts a few more times into you before you both release. You around him and him inside you. He helps you ride out your high. You come down, whining and sighing. You pull Tyler's face down to yours and kiss him lightly.
Both of you are out of breath as Tyler rolls off of you and walking to the bathroom to grab something to clean everything up. You crawl under the blankets and once Tyler's done cleaning up, he joins you. You rest your head on his chest and listen to his heart beat in his chest. You smile and say, "Your heart is beating so fast."
He lets out a breathy laugh and he says, "It's beating that fast for you."
You move so you're laying onto your stomach. Your breasts are presses against Tyler's side and you rest your chin on your hands, which rest on his chest. Tyler smiles at you and you say, "You're so cheesy, but I love it."
Tyler kisses your nose and says, "I can't wait until after Takeover now if that's what our week is going to look like as soon as I get back."
Laughing, you say, "It's going to look like that and so much more. Expect some new outfits too, Mr. Breeze."
Your husband smiles and says, "Oh, I'm excited about these new outfits, Mrs. Breeze."
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teacup-tyrant · 5 months ago
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SHADOW & BONE REVIEW: EP 7
On this episode: Going on a tangent about how Kaz refuses to ~look~ at Inej in various situations, octuple beheadings, and historical costume references from every century because why pick just one?
...and then I take MAJOR OFFENSE at a certain someone scoffing at a certain someone else when he says he believes in himself and go off on a huge rant about how confidence is nothing to be ashamed of.
Did you think these reviews would lead to a pep talk about self-esteem? Well, strap in, because I'm about to give you one.
- I love these little hand jutsus that Grisha do
- Stop making me feel bad for the Darklingggggg. His hair kind of looks like a mullet though.
- Oh shit octuple beheading!! Wicked. The cut is such a simple skill. All it does is slice a person in half. Nothing fancy here. I kind of love how simple it is.
- Baghra is amazing. Zoë Wanamaker is SO GOOD.
- Ohhh those black veins. I suppose that’s what Nikolai looks like.
- Ohohoooooo here comes the fold!!!! That music when they’re looking at it... epic.
- Ya gonna... stitch her up, Kaz? Wink wink.
- (*edit) Side note about touch here... as much as Show Kaz is a little more open with his ~words~ and ~emotions,~ not only is there the whole not touching people thing (which isn't actually mentioned at all, how funny is that?) but he totally cuts himself off when it even comes to looking at Inej just in case he might even think about it. The scene where she's giving her aerial silks demonstration? She had a lot of tight clothes on and bare arms and Kaz would not even look at her. Here she's about to give herself stitches and she's got her shirt pulled up and her abs out and Kaz just nopes right outa there. He's got this attitude like... well I know what I can't have so I'm not even gonna look at it, do not tempt me.
- ...Excuse me Kaz are you giving up? Excuse meEEEe?! WHO ARE YOU.
- No offense to your props people but this fake snow is very fake snow. You need that salty compound they used in LotR.
- The stag is so pretty! They should put him on a train and take him across the fold. Emotional support stag.
- Good god Mal, why are you ALWAYS getting shot?!
- You cut the stag's antlers all to pieces, you ASSHOLE. Those would have looked SO GOOD mounted on your wall. >:|
- Kaz: Look Inej, I killed a rabbit for you! It was that one from episode 1 that Mal saved in Keramzin! Inej: Cool, Kaz, uh thanks I guess?
- "What do you believe in? "
- "Myself."
- Ok. Ok. You know what. Lemme pause so I can anger dump here a bit. I know this is part of a setup for Kaz to say his next line, but I really take with issue with Inej scoffing at that. Kaz should believe in himself because he's fucking smart and he knows it. Is being smart wrong?! If you're smart, you should be proud of that. Everyone should. Confidence is important, and self-confidence is rare, especially in younger people (as an Old Person,™ [LOL] I can say this). Belief in yourself can take YEARS to cultivate. The percentage of people who don't believe in themselves compared to the percentage of people who do is definitely a lot lower. How much lower, you ask? 85% my dudes, I looked up an actual stat for this.
So don't ever let anyone tell you not to be confident or proud or not to believe in yourself. Because that is garbage.
This is reminiscent of the moment in SoC during the fight at the Exchange when Geels says "sure of yourself, aren't you?" And Kaz responds with "myself and nothing else." I fucking love that line. And Inej scoffing at him saying something similar just put her in the position of Geels here and really, really, is that the hill you're leaving her to die on? I'm reading way too much into this I know. I know Kaz is usually overly confident which leads to arrogance, BUT STILL. Ok. Let's finish the scene shall we?
- "And you."
- ...oh fuck. ok here come the Kanej feels.
- "My crows."
- YOU STOP THIS RIGHT NOW.
- These are book lines! Book lines! And there is piano music! Ludovico is here in spirit! *bursts into tears* I need to rewind this all and watch it again. Maybe 10 times.
- Is this why everyone said this is the best episode?
- So my favorite part of the soundtrack is these loooovely bassy-sounding downward slurs. Nnnnrowwwww just like that. That’s exactly how it sounds, yes.
- I kind of don't like how amplifiers look? They kind of creep me out how they’re just sunken into their skin. I mean it looked like a pretty cool necklace as it was, why couldn’t they just have attached it to the top of her skin?
- GENYAAAAAAAA so good :''''(
- "I’m a man if my word!" Pfffft, sure he is, until he’s not.
- Shadow Man. Good one Mal, we’ll call him that from now on.
- Omg look Jesper is wearing true Barrel flash!!! Very swave!
- No no no way is that Milo the Goat coming to save the day. Are you kidding me. This goat is so fucking precious.
- Can you... can you actually use a bullet in that way? I want to know this science. I feel like this isn't actually possible.
- Oh wow, Alina is all dolled up! I didn’t even recognize her. Are they getting married or something?
- Ok this is where my love of historical clothes comes in. You dress the nobles at the fete in 1870s bustle gowns with all these gathers and then you give Alina this pretty medieval neckline looking number that laces up the back. I want to see the skirt part. Let me see! Ok it has some kind of box pleats! Or knife pleats? Idk but it’s an odd place to have a seamline. Le shrug. Weird execution.
- Shadow Man said the line! The villain line!
- And inej gets to dress up like a boy again! I love that little capelet. You know what’s not great about coats with attached capelets though? Wearing a backpack is impossible. But I digress.
- Alina’s cloak tho! That I like. Good embroidery down the front. And a pretty good kefta-looking dress! So that other one was just a throw away dress for one short scene, good.
- Hold up, why are there passengers on this skiff? These people aren't military, the military shouldn’t be doing passenger transportation, should they? You can’t just like, hop on a navy boat because it’s going the same direction as you.
- And that woman wearing an ill-fitting double-breasted coat, with FLARED SLEEVES, WTF? And almost some kind of Victorian walking skirt and it’s pastel and no I don’t not like that, throw it out.
- I love the crows' popped collars though. Always popped collars with them.
- Ok sorry this turned into costume commentary. Sorry, can’t help it.
- NO MOURNERS. NO FUNERALS.
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spideyanakin · a year ago
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Take Me Home
Peter Parker x Reader x Loki
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Synopsis; A hijacked summer vacation leaves you wondering where your heart lies
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“This avengers meeting is officially in order.” Tony banged the personalized gavel he had made for meetings. The rest of the Avengers took their seats as you scooted closer to Peter.
“Firstly, I’d like to announce an update to our tower. All bathrooms now require voice activation to be opened. This will prevent any future mishaps of people walking in on other people in the bathtub.” Tony announced as he glared at Sam.
“My bad.” Sam said sheepishly and looked away.
“Secondly, Thor’s coming to visit.” Tony said and banged the gavel. “Loki’s coming too.” He added taking a seat next to you and Peter.
“Oh, I never met him!” You exclaimed. You had met Thor millions of times but never his brother.
“He’s nice... Sometimes.” Tony gawked, not too happy Loki was joining the party.
“He was super nice the last time I saw him!” Peter added innocently, not aware of the chaos Loki could cause yet.
“Well they should be here any minute.” Tony checked his watch. “And underoos, try to get the munchkin crumbs off your face before they do.”
“Right. I’ll be right back.” Peter pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before scurrying out of the room.
“You guys are cute,” Rhody added and you gave him a kind smile.
“Yeah, yeah, alright meeting over, you guys prepare for the devil brothers.” Tony banged the gavel one last time dismissing everyone.
~
“Y/n!” Thor exclaimed the second he walked into the room. He brought you into the biggest hug. “How’s my favorite Midguardien!” He was hugging you so tight you could barely breathe.
“About to die.” You squeaked smooshed from his embrace.
“Oh, my apologies.” He dropped you. You coughed a few times and laughed it off.
“It’s ok” You fixed your clothes. “I haven’t seen you around here before.” You pointed to the handsome tall man with slicked black hair who couldn’t keep his eyes off you.
“I wasn’t welcomed back after the whole New York thing.” He eyed Tony from the other side of the room “But Tony thought I learned my lesson.” He gave Tony a fake smile and a friendly wave to prove his innocence.
“You’re Loki, aren’t you? I’ve heard Thor complaining about you once or a thousand times.” You glanced at Thor who was head stuck in a pack of chips.
“Guilty as charged. And you are?” He gave you his most charming smile.
“Y/n. Nice to meet you, Loki.” You smiled politely and held out your hand for him to shake.
“The pleasure is mine.” He smirked and took your hand, placing a hot blooded kiss to the back of it.
It seemed like someone had just pulled a switch in Loki’s mind. All of the sudden all he could think of was you. He analyzed your features wanting to remember them and even engrave them in his memory forever. All he could think about was how your hair would look like in the moonlight, or how pretty you would be in an Asgardian gown. His mind went into autopilot as all he could think of was a way to make you happy.
“If you insist.” You flushed and looked around to see if anyone else saw it. You made eye contact with Nat who had a knowing smirk on her face.
“I do.” Loki patted your hand and you could see his expression change when his eyes drifted to the side.
“Oh, God. This one.” He rolled his eyes. You were about to turn around when you felt Peter come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. You quickly took your hand away from Loki and gave him an apologetic smile.
“There you are, baby.” Peter smiled and kissed your cheek. “I see you’ve met Loki.”
“Baby?” Loki cocked his head and looked at you for an answer. Even though he just met you, he felt his blood boiling at the sight of you in another man's arms.
“That’s just what I call her, because she’s my baby.” Peter cooed and squeezed you tightly.
“Uh, Loki. Have you met my boyfriend Peter?” You awkwardly smiled as the tension between the three of you became palpable.
“No. We’ve never met before.” Loki gave Peter a tight-lipped smile and went to shake his hand.
“Yes we have.” Peter tilted his head in confusion as Loki locked on an iron grip around Peter's hand. Had it not been for Peter’s super strength, his hand might have broken.
“Don’t think so.” Loki cut him off sharply. “It was lovely to meet you, Y/n. If you’ll excuse me.” He smiled warmly at you and shot daggers at Peter before stalking over to Thor.
“Brother! Have you tried these? I believe they’re called hot Cheetos. Divine!” Thor bellowed as he shoveled more Cheetos into his mouth.
“Now is not the time, you deviant.” Loki snapped but kept his eyes on the bag. “Give me those.”
Loki angrily shoved hot Cheetos into his mouth as he watched you interacting with Peter. In the thousands of years he had been alive, he had never seen something more infuriating. He knew you belonged on Asgard with him as the Queen. In no world were you supposed to be slumming it on earth with a gangly teenager who called himself Spider-Man. Jealousy boiled in the pit of his tummy like hot oil.
“Brother.” He piped up. “How long has Y/n been with the stupid skinny one?”
“Oh, you must mean Peter.” Thor laughed in delight. “They’ve been together for quite a while. Aren’t they adorable?” Thor chuckled before opening a new pack of Cheetos and almost dumping it all in his mouth.
“I must have her.” Loki said decidedly.
“And I must have ten more of these delicious cheese logs. They’re shaped like Kentucky, aren’t they brother?” Thor held up a Cheeto and admired it.
“You kids all packed?” Happy entered the room playing with his car keys.
"Yep" you gave the man a bright smile.
"Where are they going?" Loki asked almost aroused that you were leaving.
"School trip to California! Wooo!" You raised your hands in cheer while walking out the door.
"California?" Loki’s face painted with a frown and the wheels in his brain turned around like a scene from Charlie Chaplin’s modern times. "That seems a little, punk for a lady like her."
“Don’t overthink it brother, Human customs are pretty weird. You’ll get used to it.” Thor clapped his brother a little too roughly on the back and Loki winced.
“Don’t think I will.” He muttered, eyes never leaving you.
~
"Vamos a la playa! A mi me gusta bail-" you and Peter were about to hit the last word of the sentence for the 200th time in the last 40 minutes when Happy decides he had had enough.
"KIDS PLEASE!" Happy screamed turning the music off, his head about to blow up from hearing this song.
"Sorry" you and Peter replied, sheepish grins painting your faces.
Happy rolled his eyes before parking right in front of the airport gate.
The two of you settled in your class group next to Ned and MJ. You greeted everyone and started a game of sticks with Peter.
"Kids change of plan! We’re going to Hawaii!" The teacher exclaimed while putting his phone back in his pocket.
"What?" Everyone stared at the teacher confused.
"Yes!" Ned punched his fist in the air already loving the sound of going to his home island.
"Some kind donor has offered us to go to a fancier destination." The teacher smiled brightly and placed a flower necklace around his neck. "So Aloha guys"
"Yeah, Aloha," Ned replied and waved his arms imitating a Hawaiian dance.
You and Peter turned your heads around at the same time, giving each other worried looks.
"Kind donor?" You titled your head in disbelief.
"Doesn’t sound good" Peter shook his head.
~
You stepped outside the plane, the humidity taking you aback and making it slightly hard to breathe.
Before you could relax and enjoy your time in Hawaii, you had to know who was behind this "generous donation". Since Fury had never let you down with obtaining classified information before, so you gave him a call.
"Alright let me check." Nick’s voice rang through your headphones.
"Seems like a certain Loki bought enough tickets for your whole class, and got a few hotel rooms in Hawaii. That’s all I know. To be honest I fear it’s Thor's brother but it might just be a disguise." You could hear Fury’s frown. "So keep an eye on the lookout." He cleared his throat. "You want me to send back up?" His deep accent felt loud in your headphones as you were trying to figure out who could possibly want to crash this trip.
"No, but thanks anyway. We’ll call you if we found anything suspicious." You nodded at Peter.
"Alright. Be careful." And with that, he hung up leaving a heavyweight in your stomach.
You looked into the horizon of the baggage claim patiently waiting for your bag. You spotted Peters and yours slightly following. You shifted in your spot keeping a close eye on yours.
Suddenly an unknown hand grabbed your bag and before you had time to react placed it back making it roll towards you.
You tried to spot the person but failed as more people came swarming towards the area.
"Must’ve thought it was his." Peter smiled as he saw the frown on your face. You gave him a slight nod.
"Here." Peter grabbed your bag before you could of even lay a hand on it.
"Well thank you." You giggled before pressing a kiss to his lips
"Well you're very welcome."
You rolled your suitcase a few steps before a little piece of paper came slipping out of it. You bent down to get it and crumbled it in your pocket.
“You coming?”
“Yep.”
~
You dropped your suitcases taking in the five-star hotel room you were assigned. You got changed into a bathing suit and layed out a few dresses to put on top.
You walked to your door when you heard a knock. You smiled when you saw your smirking boyfriend, already in his bathing suit.
“It’s amazing right?” You gave him a bright smile.
“Yeah!” He greeted you with a kiss. “Mr. Harrington is saying we should go downstairs. He says he has a big announcement to d-” He looked at you up and down and his mouth fell.
“You look like- Like Leila in-”
“The golden bikini?” You finished his sentence. “Yeah, saw this at the store, thought it looked like it, immediately thought of you.” You chuckled and Peter’s face lit up with a smile.
“I love you so much.”
“Yeah me too, now let’s go.” You chuckled before grabbing a dress and heading out.
~
You were about to step out of the elevator when a figure suddenly passed right in front of you. Peter’s eyes widened as he thought he’d recognized Loki.
“Did you see that?” Peter pointed to the empty space in front of the elevator.
“See what?” You looked up from your phone.
“I thought I saw… Someone.” Peter looked around the lobby.
“Ned what is this?” You asked as you marched towards the class.
“My Hawaiian outfit.” He pointed to his flower shirt, crown and necklace.
“You look weird.” MJ deadpanned. “And is that Leia’s Golden bikini?” MJ grabbed the strap under your shirt just to release it again. Peter shot her a look and draped a protective arm around your shoulders.
“So here are the activities we have prepared.” Mr Harrington clapped his hands before grabbing the paper from the other teacher and beginning to read the activities out loud.
“Beach Volleyball.”
A few people in the class cheered. You and Peter looked at each other and shrugged in approval.
“Surf.”
Brad smirked and MJ rolled her eyes at his reaction.
“Hiking, and Traditional Hawaiian dance. We will let you know when we finish planning the rest of the itinerary. Now C’mon, Volley awaits us.” He gave the class a stiff salute and gestures for everyone to follow him. You and Peter exchanged looks, laughing to yourselves at Mr. Harrington’s staple awkwardness. Peter laced his fingers through yours and walked with you to the volleyball field.
~
You were about to be sent the ball when you and Peter saw Loki a few feet away staring right at you.
“Ow!” You fell as the ball hit you right in the head.
“You ok?” Peter bent down to make sure you were ok.
“Was that Loki?” You asked as you looked into the distance.
“I think it was. C’mon. Let’s get some ice on that.”
Peter walked you up to your room, where he handed you an ice pack you gladly took. //Probs need to rephrase that
“Don’t you think it’s a little weird that Loki hijacked our school trip?” Peter asked once his suspicion got the better of him.
“Not really.” You shrugged in dismissal. “We’re in Hawaii, Peter. Let’s just enjoy it.” You winced at the cold.
“I can’t enjoy it until I know why he did it..” Peter brought up as he took a seat on the bed.
“Maybe he just did it out of the kindness of his heart.” You sat next to him and pouted dramatically. Peter shoved you a little when you weren’t taking it seriously.
“He’s Loki! He doesn’t have any kindness in his heart. He doesn’t even have a heart!” Peter exclaimed and you had to laugh at your boyfriend's ridiculous behavior.
“Come on, Peter.” You took his hand and whined. “I don’t want to spend our vacation talking about Loki. Who cares why he did this?”
“I care.” He stated. “Because I know what his motive was.”
“World domination?” You smiled sweetly and he rolled his eyes.
“You. He did this for you.” Peter said definitively.
“What? I just met him.” You reminded your boyfriend.  “There’s no way he did this for me.”
“With someone as special and beautiful as you, all it takes is one encounter.” He held up one finger and you smiled at his kind words. You wrapped your hand around his finger and held it. “I saw the way he was looking at you back at the tower. And I definitely saw the way he was looking at me. He did this to impress you and win you away from me.”
“Well he doesn’t have all the facts.” You said pointedly.
“What are the facts?” Peter put his hands in his hips and looked at you skeptically.
“That I’m totally in love with my superhero boyfriend.” You dropped your ice pack to and wrapped your arms around Peter's neck and covered his face in kisses. “Can we go play on the beach now? I feel way better.”
“Okay.” Peter agreed, content with what you said. “We can go play on the beach.”
~
That night was the night of the Hawaiian dance. You and Peter were forced to dress with beautiful skirts, flower crowns and necklaces.
“I look ridiculous.” Peter insecurly folded his arms to cover himself.
“No you don’t, you look handsome.” You cooed as you finished tying on your skirt.
“No. I look like a Hawaiian scarecrow.” Peter sighed and finally caught sight of you. “You, on the other hand, look like a Hawaiiann goddess.”
“Tell me, if you look like a scarecrow, then what does Ned look like.” You pointed to Ned, who was decked out in dozens of flowers while dreamily strumming away on a ukulele.
“He just looks like he was born to wear it.” Peter whined before eying you suspiciously. “I bet Loki would love to see you wear that.”
“Excuse me?” You tilted your head, hoping you misheard him.
“I mean, he did stare at you at the beach which I find very disturbing.” Peter grumbled. “Does he know you're taken?”
“Peter!” You groaned, not wanting to get into yet another discussion about Loki.
“What? You should take it as a compliment!” Peter said, completely oblivious to your anger.
“Peter, can you stop being jealous for one second!” You asked of him.  
“I mean you do have an amazing body.” He continued completely ignoring your comments.
“Peter I- agh” You were cut by the dance teacher.
“Let’s go, everybody. Move those hips.” The instructor wiggles his hips, signaling that class was about to start.
“We’re talking about this later.” Peter said gravely as he loosely followed what the instructor was doing. Not wanting to start a fight, you nodded at Peter and tried to enjoy the class.
~
“We need to talk about before.” Peter stated as he tossed his beach bag on the bed.
“Before?” You asked. “And get that bag off the bed unless you like sleeping with sand in the sheets.”
“I’m talking about Loki staring at you on the beach.” He grumbled as he took his bag off the bed and dropped it on the ground. “ He was practically drilling over you in your…beach wear.”
“Who cares if he was staring? He’s probably just a Star Wars fan.” You shrugged it off and began to pick out your clothes for the next day.
“I care.” Peter said assertively.
“Why?” You looked at him and laughed playfully.
“Because he clearly has a crush on you!” Peter erupted and you looked up at the ceiling. Peter was once again bringing up Loki when all you wanted to do was enjoy your vacation with him.
“No he doesn’t!” You stamped your foot, growing frustrated as Peter refused to believe you.
“Yes he does! Any idiot can see it.” Peter snapped, eyes immediately softening when he realized what he had said.
“So I’m an idiot?” You asked rhetorically. He opened his mouth to apologize but you cut him off before he could. “Maybe I am. Maybe I’ve been an idiot for picking you over Loki.”
With that, you stormed away from Peter. You didn’t even know if you had meant what you said. You just wanted to hurt Peter and did it in the only way you knew how. If he was jealous of Loki, you were gonna let him be. You walked a few paces from the hotel until you reached the beach, immediately feeling the chill of the night air. You shoved your hands in your pockets for warmth, suddenly remembering the paper that had fallen out of your suitcase.
Dear Y/n,
You shine with the light of a thousand solar systems. I have traveled all around the galaxy but I have never come across anything as beautiful as you. Come home with me to Asgard. A head as lovely as yours belongs under a crown. I can make you my queen, if you let me. Consider this vacation upgrade as a mere taste of the evations I can give you. You will live a life of luxury and never know pain.
Asgard awaits you my love,
Your Devoted Prince.
You felt your fist clench as you read and reread the words on the page. Peter was right, Loki did fall for you. And to make it worse, you had scolded Peter and told him he was wrong. Sure, Loki seemed nice when you met him that day in the Avengers Tower, but Peter had told you all about his attack on New York on the ride to Hawaii. Loki was capable of horrible, life threatening moves of mass destruction. Peter wasn’t shy about telling you about the brainwashing, the casualties and worst of all, the kneeling. If you rejected Loki, there was no telling how he would react. After all, he'd hijacked your vacation for you. You reread the letter with shaking hands and looked back at the hotel. You had to talk to Peter, yes, but you also needed to figure out a plan. Peter was strong but he was no match for the God of Mischief. That is, if Peter even helped you after you refused to believe him about Loki.
As you walked back to the hotel, you ran your fingertips over Loki’s handwriting. You hated to admit it to yourself, and you’d certainly never admit it to anyone else, but his note was compelling. You knew Loki had a mean streak, but what if he had a good streak too? A person could be more than one thing. He had already proven to you how hard he was willing to fight, while all Peter had done was whine. You stopped in your tracks to read the note one last time.
“Baby! There you are.” Peter's voice snapped you out of your daze as he ran up to you, out of breath. He saw the note in your hand and furrowed his eyebrows.
“What’s that?”
You looked up at Peter before looking back down at the note, knowing you had to make your choice.
It was Peter or Loki, now or never.
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not-close-to-straight · a year ago
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More Than Words (TwentyThree)
Peter arrives back in his own timeline and Jean Grey makes an appearance.
Please heed posted TW within the chapter as the doctors/May discuss what they think happened to Peter and how to help him heal. We know that nothing bad happened to Peter, but they don’t, so there is discussion of a few TW worthy issues, I’ll mark with in the fic as needed. 
Also hey, I’ve been in love with Jean Grey since the first XMen (2000) so you’ll have to excuse my blatant Thirsting via the Omega nurses
MTW MASTERLIST HERE
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Present Day
Fourteen days, eight hours, fifty seven minutes, thirty seven seconds after Peter accidentally activated Cable’s time travel device and disappeared into the past, the Omega reappeared in the emergency room of Haven Mercy Hospital wrapped in nothing but a blanket, a ring on his finger and a note with his name and contact information for one May Parker folded into his hand. 
No one knew how he arrived or where he’d had come from, but one look at the bruises marring the Omegas hips and thighs, at the ravaged bite marks on his neck, at the way his ribs sat too visible beneath his skin and the nurses screamed for doctors, for a bed, for a room and for the police. 
A week later, May Parker had answered no less than a thousand questions from a handful of different police officers and detectives, had told them over and over with tears in her eyes and panic wrecking her scent that no, she didn’t know where her nephew had gone for a few weeks, no, she didn’t know why he’d been bruised and hurt, no, she didn’t have any reason to think someone would have hurt him.
After the questions came the assumptions, and May had to sit and wonder if Peter had been kidnapped and hurt, if some Alpha out there was stalking around trying to find him, if her baby was still in danger even though she was sitting right there.  
After the questions and assumptions came the doctors, one right behind another with their white coats and clipboards, trailing in and out of the room taking notes and running tests and glancing at and then purposefully away from May as if somehow any of this could possibly her fault. 
Peter might not be her child, but he was her child all the same and after a week of non stop questions, assumptions that got worse every day and doctors that couldn’t seem to muster up the energy to even pretend they cared, the Alpha female was ready to take a swing at the next person that was even remotely obnoxious. 
“He woke up last night?” Today was yet another new doctor, someone May had never seen or talked to and someone who didn’t seem to care one whit about the boy lying unconscious in the white sheets. He didn’t look up from the chart long enough to greet May or offer her a conciliatory smile, and she had to work hard not to snarl over the doctor’s apathetic tone and bored expression. 
“Yes.” May grit her teeth and tried for some semblance of politeness. “Yes, right around midnight. But we had to--” 
“--sedate him.” the doctor interrupted. “Yes, I can see that here on his charts. The Omega woke up hysterical?” 
“His name is Peter.” the Alpha’s eyes blipped red in annoyance. “And yes. Peter woke up screaming and trying to hit someone or maybe to hit something. He was calling out for an Alpha, begging someone to stop and said that it--” 
May swallowed back the threat of tears. “--he said that it hurt. That it burned and that it hurt. The nurses gave him a sedative, but I don’t even know if Peter was actually awake at all. I think it might have been a nightmare.” 
“Mm-hmm.” the Beta put the chart down and moved up the bed to check on Peter’s bruises, flicking the blankets aside and opening the hospital gown to peer at the Omegas waist and hips. “Has the hospital psychiatrist been by to speak with you yet?” 
“No, no psychiatrist has been by to-- don’t do that!” May said sharply, and the doctor only raised his eyebrows in question. “Don’t just poke and prod at my nephew! He’s not a piece of meat, he’s a person! And Peter is an Omega! You shouldn’t be touching him without permission at all, much less grabbing at him like that! 
“I’m hardly grabbing at him Mrs. Parker.” A bland smile and barely leashed irritation. “I’m a doctor and a professional and it’s my job to check a patients bruises. To be quite honest with you, I don’t need your permission to inspect the Omega, and since it’s real difficult to ask permission from unconscious bodies, I’m going to assume he’ll want me doing this, and just move on alright?” 
The sixth floor of Haven Mercy was usually quiet, little to no activity from mostly unconscious or still heavily sedated patients, and only a few visitors at a time. Most days, there wasn’t anything going on at all so the nurses did their paperwork in between rounds and chat quietly to a background of bland easy-listening music.
This morning, the normally peaceful floor was wrecked with the sound of an Alpha’s roar and startled curses from the Beta doctor as he tripped over his own feet bolting away from the room and towards the elevator. 
“Doctor Asswipe strikes again.” One of the nurses muttered, and her coworker muffled a laugh. “Dunno what the hospital was thinking assigning him to Mrs. Parker’s case. The guy makes me want to get feral, can you imagine what he does to a stressed out Alpha?” 
“I think it’s good for him to be scared every once in a while.”  The other Omega decided. “Doctors think they can be terrible just because they have a little bit of training, it’s not the worst thing for them to be forcefully reminded that they actually work for the patients and not the other way around.” 
“I’m sure May Parker feels the same way.” the first one stood to her feet and trilled comfortingly at the female Alpha currently barreling her way towards the nurses station. “Mrs. Parker. Don’t take it too personally, hm? That particular doctor has the bedside manner of a jackass and the looks to go along with it. I’ll be sure to register a complaint and have him removed from your nephew’s rotation.” 
May Parker wasn’t as old fashioned as some of the older Alphas that clung to outdated notions about Omegas being inferior or overly delicate, but she still made an effort to temper her tone and blink the red from her eyes so she wouldn’t frighten the nurses. “I would appreciate that, thank you.” 
“Anything specific, ma’am?” 
“He uh--” May breathed  out a laugh and it wasn’t a good one at all. “He said something about touching unconscious Omegas and just assuming they wanted it, and I’m sure I’m over reacting but I was pretty close to breaking his neck anyway. After everything they’ve told me about how Peter was hurt, the thought of someone putting their hands on my baby when he can’t even protest...” 
She shook her head and tried for calm again. “Before I scared the crap out of him, he mentioned something about a psychiatrist? Is there one scheduled to speak with us today?” 
“Yes ma’am.” the nurse said promptly. “Should be here any minute now and I’ll send them right in.” 
“Thank you.” May turned on her heel and strode away, and once the door had shut behind her, one of the Omega’s whispered, “Everyone knows that poor kid went through something horrible. What the hell was the doctor thinking, saying something like that.” 
“I’m sure he wasn’t thinking.” The other nurse was already documenting the complaint. “But that’s a shitty thing to say about anyone, much less an Omega we’re pretty sure has been--” 
“Don’t even say it.” the Omega interrupted. “We won’t know anything for sure until Mr. Parker wakes up, and  we shouldn’t say that sorta of thing out loud anyway. That child needs positive thoughts and healing prayer, not speculation over what he went through and why he wakes up screaming in the middle of the night.” 
“Yeah.” the complaint went into a file along with a few others from May about the quality of care her nephew was or wasn’t receiving. “You’re absolutely right about-- oh hello Doctor Grey!” 
The Omega nurse stopped mid motion and handed the file to the psychiatrist instead, smiling up at the lady Alpha. “How are you today?” 
{{JEAN GREY/PHOENIX}}
“Talking people through tragedies may be one of my greatest strengths, but it’s also my least favorite part of this job, so it seems rude to say I’m doing well, doesn’t it?” Jean answered mildly. “How are you today, loves?” 
“Oh I’m--” predictably, the Omega blushed and even though the other nurse elbowed her teasingly, neither one managed to do anything other than smile at the intimidating woman for a moment. 
Doctor Jean Grey was astonishingly smart and intensely beautiful, all iron clad will and steel determination and even today with her long hair pinned back and green eyes tempered to look kindly at the nurses, she still seemed... fierce. 
She was an unstoppable force when it came to fighting for the rights of her patients, an immovable object when she decided something was wrong and the staff at Haven Mercy were never sure if they loved the unorthodox doctor, of if they jumped to do her bidding because the Alpha was so intense. 
Either way- when Jean Grey spoke, even the other Alphas hurried to listen, and when she chose to smile and flirt a little there wasn’t an Omega in existence who didn’t want to be the sole recipient of that soul searching gaze. 
“Ah, another complaint about Haven’s worst doctor.” Jean tapped at the most recent page in Peter’s file, licked at the points where her fangs used to be and pursed her lips. “Should I dump him in the river for you, darlings? Save us all the Human Resources complaints and the board members doing absolutely nothing when the women complain he’s damn near assaulting us with every breath he takes?” 
“Our lips would be sealed, Dr. Grey.” one Omega answered immediately, and the other one stammered, “What--whatever you’d like, Doctor.” 
Fully aware of her affect on the Omegas, Jean sent them both a wink. “I’d bring you along as accomplices, but I don’t think my mate would approve of me bringing home such beautiful Omegas. Let me do the killing, loves.” 
Modern Omegas would never admit to being turned on at the thought of Alphas being vicious and bloody and fanged, but that core deep knowing was there all the same and Jean hid a smile into the folder when one of the nurses squeaked in alarm. 
“We um--” the other tried for a semblance of professionalism while her coworker just gave right up and sat down to fan herself. “We’re surprised to see you on call today Dr. Grey. Aren’t you supposed to be on vacation?”  
“Yes, and Scott wasn’t happy about me leaving him there on the beach.” the Alpha marked a few things in Peter’s file. “But an old friend called in a favor so I packed up and came home. Wish he would have given me a few more details about Mr. Parker, but I suppose I’ll work with what I have. If I send prescriptions from the room, you’ll get them started right away for me?” 
“Of course, Dr. Grey.” 
“Yes ma’am, Dr. Grey.” 
Jean turned on her heel and strode away towards Peter’s room, and one Omega sighed, “Do you ever feel like she’s reading your mind?” 
“All the time.” the other nurse confirmed. “Makes me want to think dirty things just to see if I could get her to blush.” 
“She doesn’t blush.” the first one countered. “Nothing affects her.  One time I heard her go toe to toe with the Director because he changed her schedule around with no notice and I swear her eyes went yellow and then black.” 
“Black?!” 
“Yeah, which begs the question, what sort of person can call in a favor and make Dr. Grey cut her vacation short?” 
“Someone scarier than her?” her co worker suggested, and after a few seconds of staring at each other, the two Omegas collapsed into laughter. 
As if there was anyone out there scarier than Jean Grey. 
***************
“Good morning Mrs. Parker, I am Doctor Jean Grey.” The Alpha paused at the door to Peter’s room and waited for May to stand and motion her in. “I am a fully licensed physician as well as a currently practicing psychiatrist and I also hold a doctorate in psychology. I don’t work here in Haven Mercy full time but frequent the campus often to treat my own clients, and the staff knows me well. If you need further credentials I am happy to provide them but for now, why don’t we sit and talk for a while?” 
“I suppose that would be alright.” Even after days of little sleep and hours upon hours of worried vigil, May’s eyes were sharp as they tracked over Jean’s clothing, lingering at the buttons of her suit jacket, then dropping to the toes of her overly expensive shoes. “Tell me though, why does my unconscious nephew need a psychiatrist, a psychologist and another doctor?”
“A valid question.” Jean’s smile was tight and a little forced as she mentally cursed the cranky Alpha who had set her onto the Parker’s trail. She had been on vacation, damn it. “As a psychiatrist and physician I can prescribe medications to help keep yourself and your nephew as mentally and physically balanced as possible during this ordeal, and as a psychologist I am ready and willing to offer therapy as you come to terms with all the possible outcomes of the situation. I specialize in these...delicate cases, so you can be confident working with me.” 
“Myself and my nephew.” May straightened in her chair and cocked a knowing eyebrow at the other Alpha. “So you aren’t here just for Peter, you’re here to prescribe medication in case I can’t handle whatever has happened. Is this because of how I yelled at that other doctor?” 
“I am here because we cannot help the people we love until we ourselves are stable.” Jean countered smoothly. “You cannot save others if you are drowning. And as far as the other doctor is concerned, if you’d like I’ll call him back to the room and we can yell at him together.” 
Her smile was sharp and bordering on wicked, and May finally smiled a little in return, shoulders relaxing a touch when she realized the doctor was there with only good intentions. 
“You said you specialize in these cases?” she prompted. “You’ve helped others through this sort of trauma?” 
“I’ve never worked on a situation like this specifically. “ Jean clarified carefully, “But I work every day assisting adolescents and young adults as they transition through life changing events. I am the resident doctor at a private school in Westchester if you’d like to call my employer Charles and ask about me.” 
“No.” May waved away the offer and slumped back a little, pulling her sweater tight around her body and folding her arms. “You can be sure I’ll research you after you leave but for now if you can help…” she waved her hand again. “Please.” 
{{TW: Because Omegas are the ‘female’ gender, the doctors are approaching Peter’s case/condition like IRL would approach a woman who disappeared without a trace for weeks at a time and reappeared with specific bruising/trauma to her body. We know Peter wasn’t assaulted in any way, but the doctors do not so this part talks about healing from a s*xual assault in an ABOverse specific way. Nothing explicit, but it deserves a warning anyway}}
Jean gave another one of those tight smiles and sat down across from May with pen and paper at the ready. “Now then, Mrs. Parker. I want you to know I’m going to suggest some terrible things in the next few minutes I’ll be making  assumptions as to Peter’s mental and emotional trauma based on the physical findings in his chart and it won’t be easy.” 
“Nothing about this is easy.” May muttered. “But you won’t be able to tell me anything I haven’t already thought about. I’ve been sitting here for a week with all the worst case scenarios tumbling around in my head, and all of them seem perfectly, terribly plausible.” 
“Mm.” Jean clicked her tongue comfortingly. “I understand this has been awful, but it’s important to remember that the police, the doctors and I could all be wrong about this, okay? The moment Peter opens his eyes and can talk to us, we could find out that we were way off base and none of this will even matter. But right now it’s very important that we plan for the worst, so we are prepared to help Peter through it.” 
The other Alpha made a distressed but agreeable noise, so the Doctor began- “First thing, I’ll be writing you a prescription for an additional suppressant. Any strong emotions can bleed through a blocker, but grief and fear are always the strongest. If you’re going to stay in the hospital with your nephew, we can’t have anxious Alpha scent making it difficult for anyone else to work.”
“That’s probably not the worst idea.” May closed her eyes in a moment of weariness. “Thank you.” 
“We have to be stable before we can help those we love.” Jean repeated firmly, but not unkindly. “I’ll have the nurses down the way fill this for you immediately, it’s actually one I take myself since I have to keep my scent at complete neutral for all my clients. It works quickly, efficiently, and once you’ve settled it leaves you system within twenty four hours.” 
“That’s what’s off about you.” May realized, tipping her head back and breathing in deep to try and find Jean beneath the smell of antiseptic. “You scent of nothing real, just a bland sort of chemical. Do all psychiatrists mask their scent so much?” 
“The smart ones do.” Doctor Grey deflected. It wouldn’t do any good to tell Mrs. Parker that she took seven different pills whenever she traveled outside of Westchester to mask the odor of mutant in her blood. It was alot of effort just to blend in enough to not raise any alarms and it was exhausting. 
“The smart ones do.” she said again, then cleared her throat. “I’m going to briefly with review the most obvious physical evidence on Peter and then move towards talking about ways we can help once he wakes up. If at any time you feel as if you can’t continue, tell me to stop and we’ll pick it up another time.” 
May indicated that she understood, and Jean tapped at her notebook a few times before say quietly, “I’m sure the police explained to you what it means for an Omega to be bruised like Peter is, hips and thighs and especially with the extensive damage over his bonding spot.” 
“Yes.” May’s knuckles went white as she clenched her fists. “Yes they explained it to me, and if you don’t mind, I’d rather not go through it all again.” 
Jean dipped her head in sympathy and gestured briefly to the bed. “While an attack of that nature could need it's own round of therapy and medication, I’m more concerned that I cannot actually scent your nephew, Mrs. Parker. Could you tell me what Peter usually scents like?” 
“Honeysuckle and lavender.” May answered promptly. “Ever since he presented. It’s usually faint since Peter is diligent about his suppressants but it’s always noticeable even under the blockers.”
“Such a sweet scent would be very distinctive, yes.” the Doctor made a note on her pad. “Now when a patient is unconscious, doctors won’t administer suppressants and blockers since a person’s scent is the first marker of an intolerance to medication or a change in their condition and we need to be able to read it. Did you know that?”  
“I assumed they weren’t giving him suppressants yes, but I thought his lack of scent was because he was unconscious.” May’s stomach twisted with dread and she whispered, “Oh no. It’s something awful, isn’t it? Something I haven’t thought about yet?” 
“Medically speaking, there isn’t actually a reason for someone’s scent to blank out.” Jean wet her lips, kept her tone measured. “From an emotional standpoint, there is only one reason, and since your bonding mark is bronzed instead of silver, I’m sure you know that particular reason well.” 
The Alpha’s fingers went to her mating bite, brow furrowed as she felt along the muted mark. “...My mark changed from silver to bronze ten years ago after my mate passed away. But that doesn’t have anything to do with Peter, he doesn’t have a mark at all. Why--” 
May’s heart about dropped out of her chest, her throat closing up with fear. “My scent blanked for most of a year while I worked through my mate sickness. The bites on Peter’s neck and he doesn’t have a scent-- you think he bonded with someone? With-- with whoever did this to him? You think the Alpha that hurt him forced--”
“Based on the physical evidence alone, we need to assume Peter is bonded to whoever he spent the past two weeks with.” Jean watched closely as the other Alpha nearly folded in half with a sob of grief. “His mark isn’t silver so there was no mating heat and yes, that usually implies a forced or trauma bond.” 
“No.” May gagged like she might throw up, covered her mouth with both hands to try and muffle a wail. “No no no.” 
“If an Omega’s psyche is damaged to the point of a mental break, they will try and bond with the closest Alpha that is even remotely stable.” the Doctor stated slowly, calmly, keeping her voice level as May’s scent spiked with fury again before bleeding into sheer pain. “And in the worst cases, even abuse can seem like stability.” 
“A mate bond is a mate bond no matter how it's forged.” she leaned over and pressed a tissue into May’s hands. “And even though two weeks doesn’t seem like much time at all when things are good, when things are bad two weeks could be a lifetime. No matter what Peter’s gone through, it’s very important we don’t rush his healing. He will need time and maybe even space, he might be angry or because a trauma bond is the worst form of Stockholm’s Syndrome, he might be devastated. We just don’t know yet.” 
“... Peter never even had a serious partner.” May shredded the tissue between her fingers. “He-- he never paid attention to anyone in a romantic light, I can’t think he’d willingly bond with anyone he hasn’t known forever and that means- it means--” 
“I could be wrong.” Jean was quick to say. “Mrs. Parker, please. I could be wrong but there is also a chance I am correct and if that’s the case we need to take the appropriate steps to help Peter come through this as best he can. It’d be better to have everything ready and him wake up to say we’re wrong, than to assume the best and be unprepared for whatever Peter needs.” 
She allowed the other Alpha a moment to steady and then asked, “As you well know, familial bonds and mate bonds are two different parts of our biologies, so is there a familiar Alpha presence in Peter’s life besides yourself? One he’s shared a heat with, maybe?” 
“Um--” May breathed out shakily. “Three of his closest friends are Alphas. I know he’s shared at least one heat with each of them. Harry and Johnny, then Gwen.”
“That’s good.” Jean made another note on her pad. “It will be healthy for Peter to have an Alpha close by that could be a potential romantic partner. Not that he is any state to have a relationship, but just the thought, do you understand? Familiar Alphas, only good memories, and previous heats shared? If this is indeed a trauma or forced bond, it's good for Peter to have a constant reminder that stable, healthy relationships are not only possible but also within his reach. Any Omegas within his friend group?” 
“Mary Jane.” came the unsteady answer. “MJ and Peter have been friends the longest, worked through their earliest heats together before either was old enough for an Alpha. She texts me at least once an hour to check on him. The others do too. They’re all worried about him.” ” 
“I think Mary Jane would be a good choice for a first visitor.” Jean decided. “Having a close Omega friend could go a long way towards his emotional healing, especially since his first reaction to an Alpha might be fear, no matter who the Alpha is.” 
May grimaced and the Doctor added in a softer tone, “I know you are his family, Mrs. Parker, but there’s no controlling the consequences of something like this. We just have to try and stay one step ahead of what could happen. When Peter wakes up I’ll give him an in depth evaluation and hopefully--” 
She sighed. “-- hopefully everything I’m assuming is just flat out wrong. Until then I’ll recommend light sedation continue until the worst of the bruising fades so if there’s immediate memory issues he isn’t sent into a panic at being so obviously hurt.” 
“Right. Um-- of course.” May nodded jerkily, clearly overwhelmed and very close to tears all over again. “I just um-- I just--” 
“Mrs. Parker.”  Jean put a comforting hand on May’s knee. “I am the best at what I do. I’ve helped kids and families find their footing through some truly awful situations and I promise you, I will do everything in my power to help your nephew.” 
“...alright.” The Alpha made a half hearted attempt to smooth her hair and wipe at her face as Jean moved to gather her things. “Could I ask you how you heard about Peter if you work in Westchester? You said your own clients come here for treatment, but if there is an on staff psychiatrist here at Haven Mercy, why did they call you specifically?” 
“Oh.” Doctor Grey paused at the door, wondering exactly how to explain a psychic impression of ‘help’, a fleeting picture of Peter shoved into her mind at some ungodly hour, the too strong scent of burning like time had literally whirled around her and the lingering, nagging feeling to call Haven Mercy and ask about a young man who might have ended up there under.. unusual… circumstances.
“I received a tip from a friend in the hospital.” she finally said, refusing to acknowledge the friend had been here for no more than the split second it had taken to deposit the Omega unseen in the emergency room. “He knows I work special cases involving youth so he--” hijacked my brain. “-- called me.” 
“Well if you see him any time soon, thank him for me.” May moved to sit at Peter’s side again, resting her fingers against his thready pulse. “And thank you for coming to speak with me, this was a lot less irritating than talking with that asshole from earlier.” 
“Oh and Doctor?” Jean turned back one more time when May called for her. “Is there-- is there any reason besides trauma or being forced that Peter would be mate sick? Any reason at all?” 
“...do you believe in soulmates, Mrs. Parker?” Jean asked softly. “Scent matches and soul bonding and knowing your mate the moment you see them?” 
“I--” May gaped at her. “Soulmates? People don’t even scent match anymore. Soulmates?” 
“It’s the only other reason.” the Doctor tapped at her own silvered bite mark and decided to call her own mate immediately. She needed to hear his voice after being so close to so much heartbreak. “Send for me if you need anything at all, Mrs. Parker.” 
May didn’t answer and Jean let herself out without another word, stopped at the nurses station long enough to drop off a prescription for stronger suppressants and one for a sleeping pill, then hurried out the door. 
And not for the first time, Doctor Jean Grey M.D., PhD., Licensed Therapist and all around bad ass wished she could reach through time and smack the hell out of one metal armed cyborg. 
She had jumped at the chance to see inside someone who had somehow ran into Cable and survived but since it was too dangerous to poke about in an unconscious mind, she’d have to wait until Peter woke up again. 
But now that Jean had seen the bruises and scars, she didn’t know if she could handle looking deep and knowing what Peter had gone through.
Cable being involved or not, curiosity or not, some things weren’t meant for prying eyes. 
Cable, what the hell have you gotten me into? 
***************
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“‘I say,’ cried John, ‘the kennel!’ and he dashed across to look into it. ‘Perhaps Nana is inside it’ Wendy said, but John whistled, ‘Hullo! There’s a man inside it!’” Mary Jane paused in her reading out loud to take a drink of water then went right back to the book. This was her third time through Peter Pan since she’d come to the hospital last night, and she had every intention of reading Peter’s favorite story over and over until he woke up.
“‘It’s Father!’ exclaimed Wendy. ‘Well let me see Father.’ Michael begged eagerly and he took a good look. ‘Oh, he is not so big as the pirate I killed’. He said with such frank disappointment that I am glad Mr. Darling was asleep; it would have been sad if those had been the first words he heard his little Michael say.”
“Wendy and John had been taken aback somewhat at finding their father in the--” the pretty Omega stopped again when Peter’s heart monitor ticked up in speed. “--in the dog house. ‘Surely,’ said John, like one who had lost faith in his memory, ‘he used not to sleep in the kennel?’” 
The monitor ticked up another notch, then settled.
“‘John,’ Wendy said falteringly, ‘perhaps we don't remember the old life as well as we thought we did.’ A chill fell upon them; and serve them right. ‘It is very careless of mother,” said that young scoundrel John, ‘not to be here--”
“--whem’we com’back.” Faint and raspy and for a moment Mary Jane thought she’d imagined it. “‘Twas then Ms. Darlin’--” 
“--began playing again!” MJ tossed the book aside and grabbed onto Peter’s hand, vision blurring with tears when sleepy, hazy brown eyes blinked back at her. “Pete? Oh my god, are you awake?” 
“...MJ?” 
“It’s me.” She trilled encouragingly, gratefully, when Peter managed to focus on her. “Heya Tiger. We’ve been real worried about you. Welcome home.” 
“I’m--” Peter tried to look around the room, grimaced away from the wires and cords and the IV on his arm. “I’m home? Where-- how--” 
“Well, I guess you’re not quite home, this is still the hospital.” Mary Jane’s smile stretched forced and anxious as she tried to hide a little bit of panic. “But you’re safe. You’re safe, Pete. Back with us and we’re gonna get you all better, okay? I’m going to call a nurse for you and then I’ll call May and I want to-- I mean, the guys will want to see you right away and Gwen’s been foaming at the mouth because the nurses won’t let anyone back here except me and May and--” 
“Wait-- but--.” 
“--sorry sorry, I’m rambling.” The Omega wiped carelessly at her face then just leaned down and kissed Peter square on the mouth, combing through his hair and trying hard not to cry right on him. “I’m rambling, but I’m so so happy you’re awake. We were so worried and you finally opened your eyes and--” 
“MJ.” Peter grabbed at her wrist, cursing under his breath when his fingers shook over just that simple motion. “Stop. Please. Just tell me something.” 
“Anything.” MJ kept touching him, playing with his hair and budging close to nose at his cheek and Peter hated how much he hated what should have been comfort from his oldest friend. “What do you need? What i it? Bathroom? Pain medication? May?”
“How--” He wet his lips and pushed the words past the migraine, past the numbness in his limbs, past the clamoring in his head that should have been relief at being home but was tipping quickly into terror. “How long was I gone?” 
“Two weeks.” Mary Jane said haltingly. “You were gone two whole weeks and you’ve been laying here in the hospital another week and a half. We thought we lost you, Pete. Didn’t know if you’d ever come home.”
“I was only gone two weeks?” A tear trickled from the corner of Peter’s eye and fell onto the thin hospital pillow. “It was only two weeks? That’s all I was--” he reached trembling fingers up to feel at his bonding spot, touching gingerly over the fading bruises and the darker puncture marks that had darkened to nearly black on his skin. “--Two weeks? That’s it? And I-- I’m back?”
“What do you mean, that’s it?” MJ whispered. “Are you-- should I call May? Or the doctor or--” 
“I’m back again?” Peter made a noise like his very heart was being torn in two, doubled up in the bed and cried out in agony, one arm wrapped around his stomach as if he were trying to keep himself from splitting apart, and the other pressed hard over the scarred bite marks. “How-- I don’t understand-- I need-- where’s my Alpha? My Alpha! I don’t want to be here, don’t want to be back, I want to go home!” 
“Pete?!” 
“I want to go home!” 
The nurses came running down the hall with a sedative when Peter started screaming, and Mary Jane watched with tears pouring down her face and her hand over her mouth as her best friend thrashed on the bed, pulled at his IV’s and shouted for some one named Cable, someone named Wade, shouted that he wanted to go home. 
“It’s not fair.” The Omega was sobbing as the sedation hit his veins and stunned him lax. “It’s not fair-- not fair-- I wanna go home. Don’t wanna be back. Home--please--” 
I want to go home.
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“Peter Parker, I’m Doctor Jean Grey.” Jean sat down next to Peter’s bed and stared deep into his blank eyes. “I understand you had a hard time when you woke up the other day. Would you like to talk about it?”
Two days since being forcefully sedated, Peter had been awake almost the entire time, unable to close his eyes and unable to sleep. Visitors weren’t allowed until he was cleared by the psychiatrist, so he’d spent long hours alone staring at a spot in the wall and rubbing his thumb over the fang marks at his throat. Peter’s dark eyes were unsettlingly flat, his voice pitched low and monotone and even though he’d obediently taken bites of whatever food was brought around, it was obvious even at a glance that he was still underweight. 
Still underweight and still too quiet and Jean waited a full two minutes for the Omega to speak before prompting again “Would you like to talk about what happened when you woke up, Peter?” 
“No.” Peter’s gaze flickered just briefly, if the Alpha would have blinked she would have missed the twitch. “M’fine now. Everything’s fine. I’m fine. It’s fine.” 
“You’re fully off your sedation now?” 
“Yes.” 
“And how are your nightmares?” 
“Don’t have nightmares.” Peter flickered again, his absent scent and unnaturally stiff posture making the tiny motion seem almost alien. “Just memories.” 
“Right. Memories.” Jean set her notepad away and held out her hand. “Could I touch you, Peter? Would you take my hand?” 
She’d gone back and forth for days about peering into the Omega’s mind like this. On one hand, reading his mind and memories was the only way to know just how much Peter had been through and how to help him. On the other hand, considering how the Omega had screamed both times he’d woken up, Jean didn’t know if she wanted to see what he’d been through. 
But the urge to help overrode any hesitancy, and the Alpha curled her fingers coaxingly. “Right here, would you take my hand for a moment?” 
“...you smell like him.” Peter didn’t make any move to take Jean’s hand, and his head lolled back alarmingly limp against the pillows as he repeated, “You smell like him. I probably wouldn’t have recognized it before, but I do now. Seems so obvious now that I know what I’m looking for. Probably won’t smell it again though, there’s hardly any of you left. Maybe none of you. I bet you’re halfway to ancient, just don’t age. Healing factor.”
“I smell like him.” Jean withdrew her hand slowly, something uncomfortable settling low in her stomach as the Omega rambled in broken sentences about her scent and healing factors. “Can you explain what that means? Who do I smell like?” 
“Like Bruce.” Peter closed his eyes and sighed like it was the last breath left in his body. “You smell like Bruce. Off. Muted. Mutant but you’ve suspended your-- your energy. Or something. I can’t really feel you like I could Logan. It’s probably extra suppressants. Or one of your powers, cloaking yourself. Eddie couldn't do that, couldn't cloak himself, couldn’t even pretend to be anything like normal. But you can. You can pretend. You can hide.” 
“I can hide?” Jean was starting to feel like a broken record, echoing everything the Omega said. “Why would I be hidden, Peter? And who is Bruce?” 
“You’re old enough to know who Bruce is.” Peter said listlessly. “I’m old enough to know who Bruce is but only through science books. You’re probably old enough to remember when he went missing. The explosion and all the gamma radiation and the government shutting it down.” 
“You’re talking about Bruce Banner.” the Alpha pieced together. “The scientist who was killed when his lab exploded in 1977. Your Aunt said you studied physics for a while before giving it up to be a reporter, isn’t that right?” 
“He didn’t die, he just disappeared. Was taken somewhere else.” Peter’s head dipped to the side and Jean found herself pinned by a suddenly aware gaze, the Omega’s eyes boring into hers. “But you know that. I’m sure you keep tabs on your own like that.” 
On your own. 
It moved past unsettling and right towards frightening when the Omega kept stating facts about things he should have no way of knowing, kept talking about healing factors and recalling truths that humans weren’t allowed to know anymore. Peter wasn’t even asking questions, just talking in a detached sort of voice like it was all normal. 
Nothing about this was remotely normal.
“Give me your hand, Omega.” Jean laced the sentence with a touch of Alpha, just a little persuasion to make Peter comply. “Right now. Let me see you.” 
And Peter-- Peter almost smiled like he already knew what Jean wanted, his wrist too thin and bones too delicate as he offered up his hand and despite her mounting worry, Jean held onto his palm carefully carefully before closing her eyes and pushing forward into the Omega’s being--
--and a moment later she was placing his hand carefully carefully back on the bed and recoiling in shock, bending over to cough and clear her throat as a tidal wave of sorrow crashed drowning against the back of her mind, echoes of the misery and mate sickness flooding Peter’s soul. 
The Omega was hurting, heart sick and bone weary, torn too soon from his mate and ripped through body rending time, sat back in the present day and abandoned as if he were supposed to be able to cope. 
It was brutal, all consuming and painful, noisy and wretched, a million bits of happiness-- smiles and teasing, fangs and kisses, horses and chickens, journals and questions-- all overshadowed by the gray of separation and anxiety, the sort of despair that sat black on top of shoulders and weighted heavy blue beneath every single breath.
Peter was suffering. 
The Omega was suffering and the scope of it took Jean’s breath away. 
“Sweet Omega.” she managed after another moment, and Peter’s smile wavered at the edges as the Alpha bent to push their foreheads together. “Such a sad Omega, so much hurt for such a sweet Omega, I am sorry. So so sorry, love. I had no idea. I had no idea--” 
“S’funny how all you Alphas talk alike around Omegas.” Peter turned his head away to break the contact. “The second you know some thing is wrong it’s all ‘sweet Omega’ and ‘such a sad Omega’. Even my Auntie talks like that to me now and she never used to. Or maybe she always did and I never noticed. I went away for a little bit and now I feel like I’m noticing everything.” 
“Peter.” Jean sat back in her seat and cleared her throat a few times before she could talk. “How-- how long were you gone?” 
“Two weeks.” the Omega plucked at the bed sheets, smoothed out the cords of all the various monitors, the motions unconscious and maybe a touch compulsive. “Two weeks. Then unconscious for six days. Sedated. Unconscious for another four days. Sedated. Awake for two days now. “
“I mean, how long were you gone when you met Bruce.” she clarified quietly. “And--and your mate. How long were you gone?” 
“One hundred and four days.” 
“One hundred and--” 
“One hundred and four days.” Peter nodded, then went right back to rearranging the cords, straightening the blankets. “Is that-- I mean, do I have to stay here one hundred and four days to even it out? I was there a hundred and four days, I can be here a hundred and four days and then I can go home again. Then I’ll go home again.” 
“....Peter--” 
“Do you know who Cable is?” Peter whispered, broken and sharp. “Will you ask him if one hundred and four days is enough and then he can take me back? Is that enough time to stay away and get healthy and then I can go home again? Will you ask him?” 
“...will you ask him?” 
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“You don’t have to hover at the doorway, I’m fine.” Another few days, and Peter’s smile almost looked real when he motioned his friends into the room. “Stop being crazy and come here and see me. Give me a hug.” 
“Pretty Omega.” Harry was the first to get to Peter’s bed and he wasted no time wrapping both arms around the Omega’s slim frame and hauling him up into a bone crushing embrace. “Been so worried about you Pete. Missed you. You doing okay?” 
“He’d be better if you stopped trying to suffocate him! Move and let me see him!” Gwen shoved Harry out of the way and snatched Peter up into an equally tight hug. “Are they feeding you okay in here? Need me to sneak in some pizza? Where’d your cute tummy go! You’re so skinny!” 
“Call it a tummy again and I’ll bite you.” Peter said flatly and it must have sounded convincingly enough like his old self, because both the Alphas laughed. “C’mere, MJ.” 
“Heya Tiger.” The other Omega still got a little teary eyed every time she came in the room, but she controlled it enough to kiss Peter gently hello and nuzzle at his cheek with a sweet purr. “You look better, finally got some color back huh? Are they making you get up and exercise every day?” 
“May’s been dragging me around whether I want to be moving or not.” Peter informed her, and Harry interjected, “That’s good, Pete. Lay around too long and you get all weak and useless. Ask Gwen, her office got moved next to the elevator--” 
“-- and I haven’t taken the stairs in weeks!” the pretty Alpha finished proudly. “I haven’t climbed a single step in like twenty days! Not to my apartment, not to my work, and you know I took the elevator up here! Dunno if i could climb a step if my life depended on it actually. I’ve gotta waaaaay too used to being elevated around places.” 
They all laughed again and Peter settled back into his pillows with a fixed smile and purposefully agreeable expression. Being with his friends was easy-- Gwen could keep up a conversation with a rock if she needed to, Harry was full of stories about the company and whatever weird mad scientist stuff his dad was doing and Mary Jane was pure and perfect and never once stopped checking on Peter to fix his pillows or grab him a water or--
“Where’s Johnny?” Peter suddenly asked, and the Alphas fell silent, MJ hesitating a little before replying, “He um-- he was busy, Pete. Couldn’t make it up this time. I’m sure he’ll be by soon though. Don’t worry, he’s half out of his mind wanting to see you again.”
She was lying, and Peter didn’t know why. Did Johnny not want to see him? Was it too weird to be in the hospital? Was he freaked out because Peter’d had to be sedated and was talking with a psychiatrist? 
Where the hell was Johnny? 
He pushed the thought away though, because he could only concentrate on one thing at a time these days. He could work at pretending to be okay only if he wasn’t thinking about anyone else, he could eat his food as long as he didn’t also need to talk to a Doctor, he could shower by himself as long as his mind stayed firmly on the task and didn’t wander beneath the white noise of the water. 
So no, he couldn’t think about all the reasons why Johnny wasn’t here with everyone else, not if he wanted to keep them convinced he was okay. 
Besides, Johnny would come the next time, right? He had to come, otherwise Peter would have to stop smiling and sit and think about how that meeting with Cable had not only led to soulmates and heartbreak, but had also ended up costing him a best friend. 
Nope. Couldn’t think about that. 
Johnny would come next time around. 
But Johnny didn’t come next time, or the time after that, and when the hospital finally released Peter into May’s care and Jean had given him both a subscription for sleeping pills and her number at the school in Westchester in case he ever needed help coping, Peter had all but forgotten why it had been so important in the first place. 
He was tired of pretending to be okay, tired of sitting on his hands so he wouldn’t touch his bonding spot in front of anyone, tired of smiling until his face hurt just so he didn’t break down and fall to pieces, tired of reaching for his ring and remembering that the nurses had put it in a bag along with the blanket he’d arrived in, and that was just as well because how would he explain a ring to everyone?
Peter wanted to be home but not this home, not the apartment May unlocked and urged him into. He wanted to sleep but he didn’t want to sleep without his Alpha and he didn’t know if he could sleep without his Alpha, so the moment the Omega sat down on his bed he opened the bottle of sleeping pills and shook a few out into his hand.
“Just the one, sweetheart.” May set a glass of water down on the end table and watched until Peter put the pills back. “Just one since you’re still a little underweight, okay? You’ll sleep for most of a week if you take too big a dose and we need to keep you on a schedule.” 
“Sure.” Peter lay back onto his pillows and settled his expression into something approaching compliant. “That’s fine. It’s fine. The apartment is fine.” 
“This is home, Peter.” the Alpha said quietly. “Not the apartment. Your apartment. Home. Or if it doesn’t feel right you can always come home with me, move back in for a while and--” 
“--No, I meant my apartment.” A forced smile and faux reassuring nod. “That’s what I meant. It’s fine. I’m fine.” 
May watched with watery eyes as Peter rolled to the other side and hid his face in the pillows, turning his back on her and effectively shutting May out of whatever he was feeling. 
Doctor Grey had been adamant that Peter hadn’t been hurt like-- like that, she’d promised over and over that his pain was more of a broken heart and less about any physical trauma but May still had a hundred different questions. 
Who could have stolen and then broken Peter’s heart in the span of two weeks? Her nephew, who had never showed any interest in relationships showing up unconscious and bruised, how could that not be trauma? Why was the Doctor suddenly so sure? Why had Peter clutched at that plastic bag with a ratty blanket inside like it was the only thing real in his life?
May had a hundred different questions but for now she settled for having Peter home and safe again. The Omega was far from whole, but at least he was safe. 
“I’ll be out on the couch if you need anything.” she said into the dark room and Peter mumbled back, “Just gonna sleep, Auntie. M’okay, you don’t have to stay. It’s fine.” 
“I’ll be out on the couch.” she said again, firmer this time, and Peter whispered, “Okay. Thank you.” 
After the door had mostly shut and he could hear May moving around in the kitchen, Peter rolled back over and scrambled for the plastic bag that held the blanket from the cabin and his ring. He wrapped the blanket around himself as many times as he could and inhaled deep the already fading scent of his Alpha, of them. 
And with his ring back on his finger, slipping loose from weight loss and seeming dull in the low light, the Omega opened the medicine bottle again and shook another few pills into his palm. 
He just wanted to sleep, just wanted to dream about his Alpha and maybe if he dreamed enough, if he slept enough, he’d wake up next to Wade again and everything about the past few weeks would just be some horrible nightmare. 
Just a nightmare. 
That’s all it was. 
He just needed to sleep enough to wake up in the right place again. 
I want to go home. 
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himichii · 11 months ago
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"You're a lovable, angelic piece of perfect, and anything I do for you is worth it! "
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Since Kieran is such a simp for Alisa i, being the good friend I am, made a shit ton of headcannons.
Here u go u soft bitch
Word count - 943
Character count - 4988
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Ok hear me out, carnival dates. Ran was talking abt them in the server and I feel like I have to include them now. So Alisa buys the tickets and all, planning a surprise for Ran. But guess what? That mf also bought tickets to the carnival, so they both go there two times lol
It's mostly fun dates n all but this one time while Ran is trying to complete a mini-game to get the gift for Alisa, yk showing off how ‘amazing' they are, they somehow get water dumped over their head so they have to leave early during their first visit - at least they have tickets for a second day, yeah? Oh but they do manage to get the prize for Alisa, the teddy bear is on her bedside table!
They once tried to go on a picnic date with the whole cottagecore vibes. It was pretty nice actually, they had homemade lunch, a nice convo and a good scenery. Yet this fucking bird had to ruin it for them. Like that bastard came out of nowhere and shit on the picnic blanket (is that what u call ‘em??) Needles to say, Kieran was lowkey pissed at the bird n tried to throw shit at it. Alisa had to hold them off-
They moved in together pretty early on actually, they were roommates for a while (haha yes and they were roommates) and bc of that they now have a spare bedroom. They wanted to turn the room into one of those very aesthetically pleasing rooms w polaroids all over the walls, maybe even fairy lights. They,,, tried. Well after a few tries of making it look good they kinda just gave up. The room is now empty (again)
Kieran has a habit of humming when they're distracted or too focused and Alisa loves listening to them sing. Even if it's in a very low voice she loves your song of choice 9 out of 10 times. Sometimes it's hard to admire someone cutely when they're humming to WAP of all things.
Late mornings with Alisa are the best! She'll wrap her arms around Ran’s back and just pull them closer to her. Ran would usually be very unresponsive bc haha,, they're lazy n tired. But in most cases Ran would give Alisa a half-assed smile and put their head right under Alisa’s chin. Alisa would be so happy she would try her best to not squeal and wake up Ran.
Alisa is totally someone that loves back hugs, and because of her height, she would also lay her chin on top of Ran’s head at any moment. Just done with work? Back hug. Out of a nice hot shower? Back hug. You just came into the room she was in? She'd hug you, whether it be from the back or not.
Sometimes Alisa gets too touchy and Kieran gets so obviously flustered, Alisa finds it amusing. She'll put a hand on Ran’s thigh in the cinema and you could notice Kieran getting ten shades darker. Mf would be so obviously flustered that Alisa would giggle at her reaction.
Alisa and Kieran would get dressed and have a girls night out kinda thing once a week where they treat themselves. Though Kieran sometimes complains abt how ‘stupid’ they look, Alisa always takes the time to assure them they're stunning. It doesn't really matter if they're joking or not, Alisa loves praising Ran so it's only an excuse to do it more.
When Ran is throwing a small pissy-fit Alisa usually laughs. They're known to be a bit short tempered so it's only natural for them to get angry sometimes. Alisa doesn't really care as she knows it's only for a small amount of time and usually babies Ran. Though Ran isn't the most happy w the situation it works out well in the end lol (I had to include this one don't kill me pls)
One time Alisa’s agency or some press saw them on a date. Of course they took pictures bc media is weird and likes scandals. And since Alisa is a model she has to be pretty careful when going out. Her agency contacted them in the middle of a date saying that they've had their pictures taken by some other press. When hearing this Kieran kinda just starts getting all anxious and starts rambling abt how they should've been more careful. They're a mess at this point, and Alisa (being the angel she is) she kisses their forehead n Kieran shuts up within 0.1 seconds. The rest of their date goes well
Alisa genuinely loves Kieran so much. She's smitten and keeps thinking of them both in weddings gowns when she's daydreaming. Her perfect idea for a wedding? A small area in the woods with not too many people. She'd invite her family, which included her dearest little brother. Ran loves making fun of Lev of course, it's ‘family bonding'.
So when Kieran finally proposes (good job bitch u finally had the balls to do it) - Alisa lowkey breaks down on the spot. Not in a bad way ofc, she's really happy but also overwhelmed. ‘Is it happening? Finally what she's dreamed of since day one is happening?? What the fuck???’ A lot of tears get shed that day with how much of a big baby Alisa is being, but honestly Ran thinks it's so worth it.
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romewritingshop · a year ago
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Wake up Parker! - Chapter 7: This is the one!
Relationship: Peter Parker x Tall Older Reader (Peter is 22 and Reader is 26/27)
Warnings: None
Word Count Total: 1802 (This Chapter)
Summary: Peter Parker is a student in the city of Brooklyn. He’s lazy, spoilt and he procrastinates a lot. He meets a woman named (Y/N), She’s recently moved to Brooklyn for an independent life. Something Peter is fascinated by. Over the course of a few months, Peter needs to realise that he has to grow up and become responsible for his life.
Tagged: @bggerbtch​
WAKE UP PARKER! MASTERLIST
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(Y/N) took a glance at the address she noted at the back of a McDonald’s receipt. Sure enough this was the place as she glanced up at the red maple coloured building. It looked pretty and was tall. The street was nice as well as she watched a group of kids play basketball and a couple walking their dog. The sun gave a bright yellow glow to the trees and (Y/N) was liking the place so far.
“So this is where Peter Quill sent you.”
(Y/N) jumped and noticed Peter standing to her left, dressed in a black t-shirt with a Rick and Morty imprint on the front. Rucksack on his back and dark black jeans. How the hell did he sneak up on her like that?
“Oh my god! Peter! What are you doing here?”
“Me? I'm ... stalking you.”
(Y/N) shook her head and shoved Peter.
“Shut up! It’s not funny.”
“I called Quill and he told me you'd be here. So I thought I'd come and help you.”
“Nice. Well it’s good to have a second opinion on things. Shall we?”
Peter and (Y/N) stepped through the dark door and trudged up to the third floor, where Peter Quill mentioned that a ‘Natasha’ had the keys to the empty apartment. (Y/N) looked nice in blue jeans and a grey sweater. Peter grimaced at the dull colours of the corridors. The blue had dark splotches of black and it was messy. It smelt and looked like someone was murdered.
“Maybe we should try someplace else (Y/N). I don’t think this has been cleaned in years.”
“I think it gives character and age to the building. Don’t judge it too harshly. We haven’t even seen the apartment yet.”
They managed to reach the third floor and both of them huffed. (Y/N) felt a little burn and knew she needed to be fit and healthy to go up and down these stairs if this was going to be the place she would live in.
“This building doesn't have a lift! You really want to drag yourself up and down these stairs everytime you go to work!”
“It’ll motivate me to be fit.” They stood in the corridor of the floor, glancing between two doors. Number 10 and 12. “Well there’s number 12. That’s the apartment, we’re meant to see. But I don’t see a 'Natasha' here. I can't climb up and down knocking on every door.”
She noticed Peter smirking smugly. Probably laughing at her dilemma.
“What’s funny? Why don’t you do it?”
“Number 10. Natasha Romanoff lives in apartment 10.”
Peter and (Y/N) turn to the stairs behind them and notice a brown haired girl sitting on the ascending stairs. Dressed in a pink full sleeved shirt and denim skirt, brown boots and pink hairband. She had a bright gleam on her face at the prospects of new people. She jumped up and went over to number 10, knocking on the door.
“You've come to see the apartment, haven't you? Just one minute.”
Peter and (Y/N) smile as the girl knocks a third time around. At that moment the door opens, and it feels like a scene from a movie. A woman with vibrant red hair steps out and the window blows the hair delicately. She’s dressed in a silk black negligee and a long red dressing gown. She was obviously Natasha as Peter’s jaw dropped at the sight of her. (Y/N) stifled a smug grin at Peter’s reaction and the little girl had a bright smile at seeing her best friend. Natasha notices the girl and ties her red gown up.
“Hey Cassie, it's you. What’s the news?”
“Got a couple of chumps that want to see the apartment.”
(Y/N) giggled at Cassie and Peter frowned a little. Peter was no chump. He brought the bag strap a little close to his chest. Natasha turned her glance to Peter and (Y/N), straightening her posture at the sight of Peter. He was cute.
“Intel’s a little off, Agent Lang. They’re no chumps.” Natasha stepped up to the duo and held out her hand to shake. “Hi, I’m Natasha. I hear you’ve come to see the apartment.”
Peter raised his hand to shake Natasha's.
"Hi. I'm Peter Parker. It's my friend, (Y/N), who's here to see the apartment."
Natasha turns to (Y/N) and shakes her hand as well.
"Hi."
Natasha sighs at Peter dreamily and saunters into her apartment. She comes across as an ethereal being. She saunters! (Y/N) and Peter watch as she disappears and reappears with keys in her hand. Tossing them towards Peter before standing out in the doorway with Cassie.
"Anyways, I should warn you. The apartment's really dirty. It's been a year since someone's stayed there."
"Yeah! Especially since Mr. Murdock went blind."
(Y/N) and Peter's eyes widened and Natasha lightly slapped Cassie's shoulder.
"Cassie! One of the neighbours, Matt Murdock had an accident recently so he's moved to the ground floor. That's why here's been zero maintenance. But, see for yourself. Any questions, ask Cassie."
"Cassie!" 
Natasha and Cassie's face scrunch up slightly at the voice of a male. (Y/N) and Peter turned to see a brown haired man in dark trousers and black t-shirt trudge down the stairs.
"Cassie, there you are - Oh. Hi."
The man notices (Y/N) and Peter and shakes their hand, introducing himself.
"I'm Scott Lang. Cassie's father. I guess you're here to see number 12."
(Y/N) gives a nod.
 "That I am."
"Nice, I would love to stay and chat but Cassie has homework to do. Come on, Peanut."
Cassie's face dropped as she dragged herself up the stairs. Scott sent a quick greeting to Natasha and followed Cassie up the stairs. Natasha explained about Scott to (Y/N) and Peter.
"Scott lives at number 14, above me. He's nice, most of the time. He recently got laid off his job so he's a little tense. Normally he would have stayed and chatted ages with you. Anyways, go ahead and have a look at the apartment. If you need anything, feel free to knock on my door."
(Y/N) gave a nod and smile and went to the door, to unlock it. The neighbours seemed lovely and (Y/N) was starting to feel like this was the place she wanted to live in. Peter was a little put off by the various characters in the building.
The both of them stepped into the apartment and Natasha was right about it being dirty. There were cobwebs and dirt marks on the walls. It was bare except for the open joint kitchen. There were two doors on the left as (Y/N) stepped into the first door on the left. It was an empty room with a dusty window. It was cosy. The next room was a small bathroom. A bathtub and shower combo which is great for (Y/N). On some days she can take a nice long bath and busy days will be hot showers.
Peter was looking around at the small dirty apartment. How could anyone stand to live here? Morgan’s room was way better than this apartment. This independence thing was starting to sound like a mistake. (Y/N) was liking what she was seeing so far. Loving! She stepped out of the bathroom and saw the open kitchen. Stepping towards it and examining it. The oven looked like it still works and (Y/N) tested the water by the sink. There’s hot and cold water. She stepped to the fire escape window and opened it. Stepping onto the fire escape and enjoying the cool breeze.
(Y/N) could imagine herself stepping out here every morning with her tea. Watching the neighbours walk by and the kids playing together. Her heart has settled for this place. This is where she wants to stay. (Y/N) snapped out of her day dream when Peter started complaining.
“(Y/N)! I don’t think you should stay here. It's like a haunted house here. Let's go. This place is a dump!”
She came away from the fire escape and stood in the middle of the room.
“Peter. You're going to think that I'm crazy.”
Peter watched (Y/N)’s face and immediately his eyes widened. (Y/N) was not serious. The look on Peter’s face said it for (Y/N). She gleamed and was about to strut over to Natasha’s apartment. Peter caught her wrist and pulled her back into the room.
“Are you serious (Y/N)?”
“Absolutely. I actually like this apartment.”
“That's impossible! It's filthy.”
“So we'll clean it.”
“You know, Morgan’s room is bigger than this.”
“Well, good for Morgan. I'm taking this flat.”
Peter kept trying to make excuses on the flat being unacceptable but (Y/N) was having none of it. She has decided. (Y/N) pulls her wrist away from Peter and steps out the door, heading upstairs. Peter follows after her.
“Where are you going? Natsha’s apartment was that way.”
“I want to check out my building's terrace.”
“Your building? You haven’t even seen the other apartments yet!”
“I really don’t care, Pete because this is where I want to live.”
They go up the stairs and reach a small door. Pushing it open and (Y/N) steps out onto the roof. Peter calls out and they both stand in front of each other. Peter is looking up at (Y/N) to ensure he has her full attention.
“(Y/N). Are you really sure you wanna live here? If it's about money, maybe I can help you. I'll ask Mr. Stark for some.”
(Y/N) shook her head and ruffled Peter’s hair.
“Peter, it sounds like a nice offer but I don’t need it. My job will hopefully be enough to help me survive plus I’ve got some savings.”
She turns left and her eye catches the view. Peter keeps going on about the apartment being wrong for her.
“God! You're so stubborn! Listen, I don't think this area's very safe. Why don't I do some research and send you an email? Look, you're not from here, you don't -”
(Y/N) grabbed Peter’s chin and moved his face to what she was seeing. His rant disappeared as his eyes were drawn to the wide view of the sea and Manhattan. It was gorgeous. Just like the view at the Empire Fulton Park. The buildings sparkled against the yellow sun and the sea danced calmly. This was an aesthetic. The both of them walked a little distance away from the edge. Peter knew that (Y/N) had to take this apartment. 
“Pete, do you really want to help me? Help me turn this 'dump ' into a home?”
“Yeah.”
CHAPTER EIGHT: PLANS FOR THE FUTURE?
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SUCH A SHAME SHES FUCKED IN THE HEAD: THE MOUSE IN THE ASYLUM, PART ONE
NOTE: In no way is the Heart’s Asylum, at all, a representation of a true asylum. It is, quite literally, another prison owned by the Heart’s used for their catches that are too valuable to lose. They refer to it as an Asylum because they ‘rehabilitate’ their ‘patients’. This is also the part of Wonderland Angus Bumby has managed to slither his way into when he came part after Alice reset the world. The asylum is also where Hatter was sent to in the series, when he killed March again. At least with my canon, which is why he would have feasibly been able to find Mally after that. 
Mally’s technically been in the asylum twice. Both times due to Jack Heart. It’s incredibly difficult to find the way into it, and is a heavily secured area. The Queen of Hearts does not go here, pretty much ever. She knows about it, but she doesn’t see a point in going. The King of Hearts is more likely to send people to the Asylum, but it’s Jack’s personal favorite. 
I won’t go into the second time she was in the asylum here, as I’m only doing this now bc of a thread going into it. But this is details of the first time Mally was sent there.
Being fitted for a dress, people doting on her without any understanding as to why. Until Jack enters, after having successfully convinced his mother that marrying the dormouse would be the easiest way to control him. Beyond that, he wanted to be engaged to her, because he knows her true parentage. He knows her mother is the rightful heir, and therefore she has more claim to the throne than he does. Jack, working with the resistance, has spent much of his life working to overthrow his mother and take over himself. He wasn’t going to risk his throne or Wonderland’s future by letting the rightful heir have a chance at it. 
Mally, naturally, being told why she was being fitted for a gown, being overwhelmed by all the information being dumped on her, and being told all choice was being ripped away from her again, obviously freaked the hell out. One of the tailors tried to grab her, but accidentally touched her skin. Being unable to let go right away, they had to lose their arm to frostbite, and Jack used that as an excuse to send his future bride to the Asylum. Have her rehabilitated until she calmed down, and endeared to the idea. 
It wouldnt’ take anyone long to realize the fact the room was literally built for her, and her being trapped there was planned for awhile. 
Cage practically set up like an aquarium, a few inches of water littering the ground where she’d been tossed in. Press of a button, and electricity would run through, something that does effect the dormouse excessively. Not even given a moment to realize what was happening before the electricity ran through her body. Clothing wet, forcing herself to stand, and attempting to break out of the room. All for nothing, as it only made them break her down worse. Stronger currents, her eyes would start glowing before she could try to think of a plan. Veins turning purple when the pain came to be too much. 
By the time she would be unconscious from the currents, they’d tie her down, and Dr. Angus Bumby would get the center stage. His specialty is turning others into mindless servants, and he’d use various injections, hypnosis, continuedly trying to forcibly break her mind. 
She’d be in the asylum weeks, if not months. Losing track of time’s easy when the pain gets to be too much. It’d be when Jack thought he won, that she was ready to do what he wanted and agree to his conditions, that she’d find a way out. The Jabberwock was kept inside the Asylum as well, and that’s when she broke away from those bringing her to Jack. And broke the Jabberwock free to destroy the Asylum. 
It’d be rebuilt before she’d return, but she’d escape through the Jabberwock’s escape, and ultimately due to March betraying the Queen to help fake her death. 
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I'd Love To Change The Word: Part Thirteen
I'd Love To Change The Word: Lieutenant Commander Erikson was on a relief mission to aid an impoverished civilization when disaster strikes mid ion storm, and three universes collide. Now in a different universe from her own, she needs to survive an evil Captain, his charming and incredibly handsome counterpart, and the thought of never returning to her own universe. Warning: Potential Mature themes 18+, language To Note: This mashes Star Trek AOS with Star Trek Discovery, and Star Trek Mirrorverse!Discovery, A/U to support plot, a wicked fast romance plot (not real, but let me enjoy the idea) Theme: “I'd Love To Change The Word” Jetta
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Dressed in the proper attire of a wife of an Ambassador from Earth, I sat at the long dinner table filled with the Ambassador of Andoria and his fellow people. We had been invited out of politeness and custom, and I found myself exhausted by the sheer act of keeping a smile on my face.
Who knew it was so tiring to do so?
I just kept making sure I didn’t drink too much, apparently I was a chatty drunk and as a light weight, that wasn’t a good thing. The last thing our away mission needed was me to get drunk and star rambling on and on about the weapon information we were here to pick up.
So I decided to talk to a few Andorian about the plant life here on the moon, and how it had adapted to survive the freezing harsh climate. Apparently the plants had adapted to dig their roots deep into the harsh nitrogen lakes that covered the surface of the moon and used that as their water source.
That was already partly known since the Discovery had a single plant on board in its own nitrogen pool. We just didn’t have very much information regarding the evolution of the plant, hence why I was so interested in learning all about them from the actual source.
The Andorian I was talking with promised to have all knowledge of the water lily sent to the wing were we taking up as soon as possible just as dessert arrived. It was introduced as Alardi partinna, and if I remembered correctly, was the Andorian equivalent as a pineapple rum cake back on earth.
Picking up a fork, I cut on a small section of the corner and took a small bite, wanting to make sure I didn’t absolutely hate it before placing a more sizable bite into my mouth. An explosion of exotic flavors hit my tongue, and I found the flavor rather enjoyable so I kept eating it.
Naturally I ended up eating the whole thing, and sneaking bite from Chris’s plate while he was still engaged in talking with the Andorian next to him. At one point, he all but pushed his plate towards me, the only indication that he gave me in regards to the knowledge of my stealing was was the hint of a smile on his lips.
After eating one and a half slices of the Alardi partinna, I found my head floating in the clouds slightly and my stomach protesting the amount of food I had shoved into it. With a whisper in Chris’s ear that I was heading up to go to sleep, I slipped from my seat and said a polite goodbye before heading off, trying to not sway or totter as I did so.
That cake definitely had a lot of booze in it, I needed to get my ass back to safety of the suite and sober up. A shower sounded wonderful right now, heck, a bath seemed heavenly. I made it to the lift that would take me to the Suite floors without incident, and with a nod from the guard on duty, I entered the lift and asked for the thirty second floor.
Opening up to the our floor, I walked forwards, kicking off the heels I crammed my feet into my the doors before heading through the main area where Margot and Michael were currently playing chess.
“How was it?” Michael asked, not looking up from the game in front of her. I grunted in reply as I staggered towards the back living suite.
“Pretty sure I got buzzed from eating cake, I’m a light weight and a chatty drunk, thought it was best to excuse myself before I blurted out something classified,” I mumbled as my hand pressed against eh release button on the door. “And my face hurts from smiling so much. We’ll talk in the morning when I have a clear head and my facial muscles no longer hurt.”
“Yeah, Alardi partinna will do that to you, see you in the morning.” Michael called as I entered the suite. Slapping my hand on the close button, I started yanking at the layers of formal clothes I was wearing.
Folding the clothes up neatly, I placed them inside the bags that held the other ambassadorial clothes before heading for the bathroom. The first thing I did was have the tub fill with hot water, then I dumped in a special mix of bath oils and soap to perfume the water before climbing in and turning on the jets.
“Sweet Jesus maybe I should just marry an Ambassador.” I moaned softly to myself as the jets pulverized the kinks of pain out of my muscles. Leaning my head back against the tub, I stared up at the ceiling, thinking of tomorrow.
We would be splitting up to get more information on reconnaissance. Almand and Chris would be speaking further with those in the city while Margot, Michael, and I would be looking at the architecture, and mapping out a full schematic of the city.
While Starfleet had a basic map, it hadn’t been updated in nearly three decades, and the city had undergone renovations in that time periods. Once we had a good layout of the city and knew all possible hideouts and exits, then we would get down to business.
I stayed in the bath until I was almost a prune, and afterwards decided that it was time to get out, dry off, change, and got to sleep. Quickly washing my hair, I got out, wrapping a soft towel around my body and letting my hair lay limp around my shoulders. Squeezing the excess water out the strands, I walked over to the vanity and reached for the hairbrush in my hastily packed toiletry bag.
Drawing out my brush, I started running it through my hair, activating the drying setting. Within a minute of brushing, my dirty blonde hair was soft, dry, and brushed out flat, laying ringlets around my bare shoulders.
I ran through the rest of my nightly chores while in the towel, letting my body mostly air dry before looking for someone thing to sleep in. Digging through the packed clothes, my hands pulled out a knee length nightgown with this straps and a matching robe. The ensemble was made of a material that felt like it would be fairly warm, but my proclivity of getting cold at night was a cause for concern.
Well I had to dress the part… I changed into the night gown and pulled on the robe before heading for the exit of the private suite. Poking my head out into the main space, I saw that Margot and Michael were still locked in a chess game.
“An Andorian dropped off a Padd for you,” Michael spoke up, not taking her eyes off the chessboard. “Something about the plant biome of Andoria.”
Margot held up said Padd, my eyes brightened and I was immediately scurrying over to the couch to grab the Padd.
“Just as the doctor ordered,” I murmured before sitting down on the couch and scrolling through the data banks of information the Andorian’s had provided me. “We hit the jackpot.”
Leaning back against the couch, I scrolled back to the top and opened the first data bank. When in doubt, start with the first. It was on the history and evolution of the moon itself and how its plants were shaped by the climate.
The plants had evolved to use the liquid nitrogen in place of water, it’s cells adapting to function under subzero temperature digits rather than going dormant, they were fascinating, even for an exobiologist like me. Now my Ensigns back on the Discovery, they would have a field day with new specimens.
“You just got that look on your face, Olympia,” Michael said dryly. My eyes flickered to her and then tot he chess board, she was dominating the game, as usual. I shrugged, a small smile on my lips.
“My Ensigns will have a field day if I can get plenty of fresh, live samples back to them. These plant species are quite remarkable and even I am interested in their evolution.” I commented as I exited out of the basic information and entered the data bank, how the plants use the liquid nitrogen. “Plants are actually very tough creatures if you really think about it, I mean plants fall dormant at old temperatures…”
*****
Margot and Michael were finally able to get back to their chess match without the chatter from Olympia. She hadn’t lied when she said she was a chatty drunk, or a light weight for that matter. She had spent the last half hour talking on and on about the application of botany and exobiology in relation to the plants that could be found on Andoria.
Half way through a tiraid about the differences in xylem and phloem of regular plants and those found on Andoria she konked out for the night. Now she was just passed out on the sofa, the Padd in her hands long placed on the coffee table by Almand who looked thoroughly amused that the brilliant doctor got buzzed by cake. It was almost 22:00 when Chris walked in and locked up the level for the night.
“How’d dinner with the Ambassadors go?” Chris shook his head and let out a chuckle as he started to remove his outer jacket.
“Let’s just say I wish I had the luxury of ducking out like my wife does.” He said as he tossed his jacket over the back of a chair. “I didn’t get as much information as I had hoped, but I think I may have a lead to follow tomorrow. Speaking of which, where is she?”
The three who had been subjected to Olympia’s chatter looked to the passed out woman snorting softly on the couch and oblivious to the current conversation.
“As it turns out, the doctor is a lightweight and a chatty drunk,” Michael explained, her lips twitching. “She left before she accidentally opened her mouth and spilled anything about our mission… and we got the brunt of her chatter. I’m pretty sure I got an entire lecture on the difference between the xylem and phloem of plants in half an hour.”
Chris let out a chuckle before looking at said woman, she looked like she was in such a deep sleep, a photon torpedo could go off next to her and she wouldnt wake up.
“We’ll talk about what to do next in the morning, and after Olympia has sobered up from the cake she ate.” Chris said before bending down and gathering the passed out doctor. “Will you have the map ready by morning?”
Michael nodded as she and Margot cleaned up the chess set.
“Yes, it’ll be done.”
“Great then,” Chris responded. “I’ll see you in the morning then.”
With that he carried his passed out, fake wife, and actual girlfriend to the bedroom they would be sharing.
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Quick Thoughts on TRH Book 1 Chapter 9
• So in some ways this chapter is a refreshing change from the Walker Ranch, for the other...it does seem a little shoehorned-in and last minute to me. And...if the only chapter where Hana gets substantial content is one that sounds kinda last minute - that's usually not a good sign.
• Here is what you can block if you don't want to see this on your dash: #trh quick thoughts, #trh qts, #trh qt reblogs, #long post.
• TW: Discussions on controlling parenting, brief mention of infertility, rambles about my visits to my therapist and what I learned there - also connected to controlling parenting.
• Screenshot Credits:
Hana: The Abhirio YouTube channel and @youruinedmylifebynotbeingreal
Drake: The BizzysChoices YouTube channel
Maxwell: @itsbrindleybinch and @ladatheimpaler
Liam: @callmetippytumbles and me.
• I was happy to see Olivia but could the writers just...not make Hana sound so confused, to make Olivia's route look more appealing? Olivia may be more at home with some of these tactics but if Hana did as much research as her eloquent monologue on the Auvernese Hot Stones suggests she did, she wouldn't just be standing there going "me scared". I know logically Olivia's option needs to be the one having an edge, but there are ways you can work around that better.
• Title: Ladies' Night
Alternative Title: This is How Hana Does Her Research:
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And This is How Isabella Does Her Research:
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• "Just us girls", Isabella says. I'm going to get a headache from the number of times she says that while trying out new torture techniques on me.
• Liam warns the MC that this might be a test, Hana offers to come with the MC, and whoever her LI is, seems reluctant to send her off (though I have yet to see the Maxwell version of this, since in his friend route he seems encouraging of it once Hana steps up to be with us).
• Let's be honest, Hana is coming because she knows that more often than not her advice has been the only thing that had saved our asses. She KNOWS.
• Hana is also the genius who found the loophole in that message.
• DRAKE is the one suggesting Olivia as backup for our trip (I see a pattern here. Drake is the only one who recognized Olivia when she pranked him, now Drake is the first one recommending her name for this trip. What gives?).
• So I've played this chapter both with Olivia's diamond option, and without. Her duchy takes pride in its warriors and in shows of military strength, so she is more than used to their rhetoric. There is also an interesting juxtaposition given between fire (Auvernal) and ice (Lythikos), as one can see in the hot stones scene. The chapter is clearly set up in the expectation that you will buy this scene.
• Hana is fascinated by the architecture and modern glam of the place, but it is Olivia who hints that Auvernal may be facing financial difficulties, wondering what may be "hiding behind the glitter and polish".
• We finally meet Queen Isabella, and for a royal who wants to prove that they can do diplomacy as well as they can do blustering shows of machoism (like her husband), she seems to be failing big time.
• For all the "research" Isabella seems to have been doing on the ladies in the court, all she knows about Hana is that she has a penchant for horseriding, had a failed engagement, and wasn't chosen by Liam.
• What? Practically everyone has seen how well Hana performs at court. In my playthrough, her fighting skills both at the boutique before the wedding, and her role in defeating Anton, have become legendary. She became a Guardian of the Realm. If you're married to the MC she is a freaking duchess and I'm pretty sure the woman who married her would know deep down that Hana deserved that title more. Hana is a freaking fashion icon (as you can tell by what Ana says at her engagement photoshoot and when little Valerie from Lythikos tells her in Chapter 3). Like...like...this stuff is common knowledge. Isabella doesn't HAVE any other excuse besides "I suck so bad at reading up that my term paper would end in a single paragraph and be marked 'F'. Same goes for my pathetic excuse of a research team."
• Also why is Hana the only person getting dragged for not getting chosen? Even Madeleine and Olivia don't face this as much, and one of them was dumped twice by two Princes!
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(Top three screenshots are mine, the second row is from @callmetippytumbles playthrough, and the third is from @youruinedmylifebynotbeingreal Hana playthrough).
The first choice calmly has the MC list Hana's best qualities, while the other two clearly call out Isabella on her clear lack of respect for Hana, who is a guest in her home that she should have researched about properly. The last option not only speaks of her best traits but also of her being the MC's wife (and by extension, a prominent duchess).
• Isabella and her pathetic excuse for an "apology". "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that would be such a sore subject". That's a non-apology, a "sorry you're so thin-skinned" apology. She isn't even admitting she's clearly wrong and hasn't done her homework. She's still saying that Hana is merely all of the things she mentioned - just snidely placing the blame on them for being so sensitive instead. Like...fuck you Isabella.
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I think Olivia should remember that she's lucky Hana "happens to be the forgiving sort" too, because that's how she got away with saying exactly the same thing last book. I like Olivia, but...hypocrisy much?
• LMAO @ Isabella when she says Olivia that she recognizes her because "might recognizes might", and Olivia is like "funny. I don't recognize you". THIS TEA IS SCALDING.
• "There's more to Auvernal than Bradshaw's blustering", she says...after she's left a less-than-favourable impression two minutes into our conversation. Even Theresa Sutton from D&D Book 1 would do this better than you did, and there was literally no filter between her mouth and her brain.
• Isabella presents an over-the-top, flashy silver gown for the MC to wear, stating that wearing a dress from an Auvernese designer, in a modern Auvernese style, would signal to people the beginning of their "alliance" (jumping the gun there a bit, aren't you, Isabella?)
• Gaww at the LI reactions!
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(Screenshots: Drake's from BizzysChoices' Youtube channel, Maxwell's from @ladatheimpaler, and Hana's from Abhirio's YouTube channel)
• Olivia's best moment in the chapter comes when she has to complete the saying "when all you have is a hammer" ("smite them with the hammer!" Olivia offers enthusiastically). They're talking about Bradshaw, who Isabella's telling us would rather strong-arm people into doing his bidding. Babe you're not exactly very different in that respect 🙄
• Isabella lays two major tests to us - one is to have us give her military troops (who greet the guests with a parade) an impromptu rousing speech, and the second is to withstand the punishing heat of the famed Auvernese Hot Stones massage treatment. Of course, she hides her plans behind her "all shared between friends!" demeanor.
• What Olivia does throughout is draw upon her knowledge of warrior mentality, to explain what Isabella has in store for you. This meeting isn't just a message sent to the MC to remind her who she is dealing with - it's a way for Isabella to gauge whether the MC really will count as an ally in terms that they are familiar with. Remember - Auvernal who is perhaps in not as great a financial state as they lead us to believe - perhaps needs Cordonia more than Cordonia needs them - so in their eyes the alliance is falling through anyway, but Isabella is also going to figure out who she is dealing with.
Which is why Olivia - who lives and thrives in a similar type of community - is able to capture the pulse of what Isabella is doing to them.
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(First four screenshots are from a playthrough where I chose Olivia's diamond option, and second from a playthrough where I didn't)
Hana's own mentality differs to a large extent from this. She is competitive, she has the ability to put up a good fight and defeat an opponent (esp one who underestimates her)...but her larger attitude doesn't exactly favour war. In a lot of ways both she and Liam operate on similar mindsets - yes war is necessary, yes when the situation calls for it we can put up a good fight...but at the end of the day both of their belief systems lie in a King Fabian outlook of "safety is important but a society thrives when there is space for art and culture to thrive".
In some of Olivia and Hana's exchanges you can see that Hana is the more artistic and whimsical of the two - which is why her ace move at the end involves both introducing Isabella into an aspect of their own culture, and on wine, which Hana is more than fairly familiar with. Her interests lie elsewhere and so she may not be able to get into their heads and suss out their motives as well as Olivia can, but I'm pretty sure if she's researched so much that she knows about their Hot Stone spa treatment, she would have at least a more generalized knowledge of this than the screenshots suggest.
• We're now at a plaza where Isabella has arranged for the Auvernese military troops to do a parade for the Cordonian guests. It's both a way of convincing the MC to pick them, and it's a veiled threat if she doesn't.
• My failplay of the speech brought up this gem:
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Poor Hana, having to cheer for us even when we fail. She's the real MVP!
• So basically getting the speech right is simple, whatever is rabble-rousing and reminds the troops that the Cordonians also admire strength and valour and bravery, works for them. If you fail in this task, then Isabella takes over and rouses the troops on her own before dismissing them.
• Isabella FINALLY admitting that Hana's a skilled diplomat and does amazing research. LMAO bitch she even knows what your favourite fucking vintage is and all you know about her is her failed engagement? Admit it Izzy, you're a failure.
• The next is the traditional Auvernese Hot Stone spa treatment, which Hana tells us is tied to the geography of this country. There is a fair bit of natural volcanic activity in Auvernal itself (no wonder they're a people that operate in metaphors of heat and fire!) and the hot stones used in this therapeutic massage treatment come out from that. (they're most likely referring to basalt stones, which are used in hot stone therapy in a lot of different cultures. And it's true, the heat and the medicinal nature of heated basalt stones are supposed to relax muscles, help with pain management, stimulate the circulatory system, among other things. In Ayurveda, the treatment is called Shila Abhyanga and is done with circular stones of different sizes).
• There is nothing therapeutic about this trip, though, sadly. Very often this kind of treatment is used at particular spots on the body (most of the time I've seen these stones placed along the length of the back). It's not "grab someone's forearm and burn it with a stone". Isabella's attempt is clearly to expose us to pain and see how much of it we can take.
• Some of the MC's "stronger" responses are 🔥 🔥 🔥 lol, like "I've read Twitter takes hotter than this".
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The MC and Olivia has come far enough in their relationship - either as friends or as people who grudgingly respect each other - that Olivia will stand up for her even when she shows weakness.
• Interestingly, if you do succeed in this "test", the narrative describes Isabella's face as lighting up with a "small smile...and she eyes you as if seeing you in a new light" (the fail option shows her looking smug). Which...given her behaviour in the wine scene, I think requires closer inspection!
• One of my favourite lines this chapter is when Olivia tells Isabella that she can endure hotter stones but chooses not to, because "Lythikos warriors prefer ice in their veins". I can of like the juxtaposition of geographies used in their language - Auvernal seems to have volcanic activity, so heat features more in their language, Lythikos is situated close to the Alps, so snow, ice and winter are their signs of endurance. Basically both communities operate based on the logic that endurance to pain is what heightens your strength. "If you can breathe you can stand, if you can stand you can fight".
• Hana struggles with the hot stones, in a scene that reminds me of Book 1 where she struggled with her first bite of a Cordonian apple. Hana tends to be quite open when she has a strong reaction to something, and is often not able to hide it even if she wants to. Which honestly I find quite refreshing about her.
• Isabella in a fail play can be a real asshole, making snide remarks and then flipping the blame onto the people who react to what she says. When she insults Hana and the MC reacts, she doesn't bother to admit she is wrong - instead flips the blame on them so that it seems more like they're the sensitive ones. If you don't succeed in the hot stones test, and Hana and Olivia respond to her jabs, she tells them "there's no need to get defensive. It's all in good humour, of course", and makes them seem like the thin-skinned ones. Honestly it's that part of her attitude that is a problem, rather than the actual snide remarks. That she will create a negative situation then act like you were the cause.
• Now apparently it's time for petit fours (and I'm a little sore they only describe the vanilla buttercream coz I would have totally loved to see descriptions of those Auvernese sweets in detail!) and casual chatting. Olivia cautions us to figure out what the catch is, and Isabella is mildly impressed by the MC's directness, but she tells us about her intentions (to make the alliance official - including the parts where our child must be promised to one of their twins) either way.
• Isabella eventually softens as the conversations go ahead, confiding in the group that before the twins were born, conceiving was difficult for her. The MC has the opportunity to share a secret of her own (either homesickness, or feeling pressured into becoming a parent, or tiring of the politics and the pretence). Hana - married or otherwise - isn't allowed to say much here, to the surprise of absolutely no one.
• Olivia distracts Isabella at some point with barbed compliments post this confession session, allowing Hana and the MC to plan their next move. Most of this day has gone into Isabella testing us, seeing if we measure up, her games. Hana now gives us an opportunity to turn the tables on her.
• This is where Hana has a clear advantage. Just as warrior communities, battle strategy and defence is Olivia's forte - culture, cuisine and the arts are clearly Hana's. She knows about the Hot Stones on a cultural and geographic level even though the mentality escapes her, she has even read up on Isabella's preference for wine and has observed her closely enough to understand Isabella's competitiveness, and suggest a tactic that could help us gain an edge over her.
• The scene begins with Hana charming Isabella into showing them her wine cellar and suggesting a drinking game. In a callback to the Madeleine drinking game scene in Book 3, Hana mentions Cordonia's Most (which was what they played with Madeleine), but zeroes in on "Two Truths and a Lie instead". Here is what you see from each of the women:
MC:
Two Truths -
Being in love with Liam even when he was engaged to Madeleine/Coming to Cordonia for Liam then falling for her LI.
Second truth is dialogue dependent (never regretted coming to Cordonia/fended off her kidnappers with her own hands/impressed by Isabella (no)
Lie -
Never been blackmailed. Isabella however believes this one is true and loses.
Olivia:
Two truths -
Greatest fear is failure to be perfect
Counted every exit before entering the cellar
Wanted to kill the MC when they first met (Isabella assumed this to be a lie)
Lie -
Came to Auvernal unarmed because she trusts Isabella (she clearly didn't do her research with Olivia either).
Hana:
Two truths -
Greatest fear is failure to be perfect (Isabella assumes this to be the lie).
Always envied the MC
Lie -
Dyed her hair pink as a teen.
Isabella has two rounds of this. This is what the first round is like:
Two truths 1.0 -
Never wanted children
Married Bradshaw for money
Lie 1.0 -
Dismissed a servant for over-steeping her tea (what did you do then, kill him? 😱)
Two Truths and a Lie 2.0
Now, we don't know for sure which one is the lie, since that game is never completed (I suspect it's the one about being born into the royal family?) but we do know now that Bradshaw never actually has seen or done combat firsthand, even though he can strategize and order troops and he's won several medals for "combat". This is the state secret that the scene promises, which will give us an advantage in the future chapters.
• Thoughts I had while reading this scene:
- The one from the MC about fighting her kidnappers is very much a callback to TCaTF. A major development for Kenna's character in Book 1 is to prove she is different from her ancestors - that she will fight alongside her people, not make them fight for her. The turning point of her story in Book 1 is when she tells Gabriel - her guard and guardian - that that instead of depending on him, she will fight the leader of the mercenaries herself.
- Also, LMAO @ Isabella believing our guards defeated Anton for us. Izzy my courtiers and I literally used scissors and shoes and clipboards to defeat assassins in a boutique. Mara and Bastien could never.
- As I mentioned before, the drinking game tradition is a callback to Madeleine's scene. But with less of forcing Hana to butter up to the woman who abused her for our convenience, and more space for her to actually talk.
- I'm going to take notes of those exits, thanks Olivia.
- There is a whole bunch you learn about Isabella here and there are hints that she feels stifled in this environment. Her first choices for the game revolve around truths about her married life: the fact that it was a political alliance and that she never actually wanted children (which adds another layer to the pain she speaks about when speaking of the struggle she had to conceive, because then it comes from a place of immense pressure and probably means that she felt extremely isolated and alone at the time). When Hana talks about how conflicted she is, it's Isabella who offers her ways to release that fury and energy (screaming, breaking glasses). Interestingly, she speaks of these things as what she does when she "feels the walls closing in".
- One thing to notice as well, is Isabella's reaction after she has realized she's spilled out the truth about Bradshaw's military merits. She shrewedly notes what our intentions must have been, and calls us out on them, but there is little to no anger involved in the moment. She only notes that "Cordonia gets more and more interesting", and while the game does not continue, Isabella does seem eerily calm in the aftermath. I don't have any concrete ideas yet what it must all mean, but there are a few ways it could go. She could either be pushing back in her own way against Bradshaw and the Auvernese royalty, or have another card up her sleeve that she knows we don't have a clue about yet.
- Hana gets to elaborate on her 'truths and lies' if the MC asks: she speaks about her envy for the MC emerging from the fact that the MC is confident, bold and questions her self-worth a lot less than Hana has learned to. The other two are tied to the aftermath of the controlling parenting she has grown up with. With the pink hair option, she speaks of her parents as if they are still there, still can control her choices, as if she cannot remove herself from the fear that she will disappoint them even if they are physically away from her.
Hana: Are you kidding? My parents will kill me!
MC: I think you're a little beyond their reach by now.
There's a lot said there in so little.
My favourite, though, is the one on 'perfection'.
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I love the idea of perfection as being something to be frustrated by rather than something to aspire to. Hana speaks of this striving for perfection starting out as something she did to 'earn' Lorelai's love, and how that became something she kept doing over and over until it became her default - leading to the point where she can no longer be imperfect even though she has the opportunity and the support system (even if it's really not that great of a support system). And with a lot of kids who survive that kind of controlling, emotionally abusive parenting - that's normal. I guess I could simply sum it up as: You can take Hana out of Lorelai's home, but it won't be that easy to take Lorelai out of Hana.
I'll come back to this later, because there's some things I'd love to expand on with regards to this.
- Which Olivia opening up is promised if she is around, she doesn't really do that. Most of the stuff she says in this scene is pretty much standard for what she's shown so far. But I'm alright with that, because let's be honest the times when Hana is given even a scrap of space over Olivia, are rare. The writers will be only too happy to give her other opportunities.
- At the end of the scene, you get to address what Hana said earlier, while you are cleaning up the cellar. You either tell her you'd love to see an imperfect Hana (which is the lighter option, where they think of crazy things she can mess up, like burning toast, putting cutlery in reverse order, or playing every note on the piano wrong. Silly stuff. I know it's meant to be a joke...and maybe that's the root to why she doesn't get to actually be imperfect and affected and stuff. Because even in a scene about imperfections, it still feels like the writers won't take her actual conflicts and issues very seriously, and will not leave her the space to actually be a mess about things that would weigh down anyone).
The second option is more serious, and I really like it. The MC speaks about finding it harder to forgive Lorelai for everything Hana has gone through. Hana is still uncomfortable with the idea of resenting her mother, even though she's at the stage where she knows how wrong Lorelai is. She reasons it by speaking about how everything good came from Lorelai the same way everything bad came from the same mother. I'll be getting back to this bit soon as well.
- There is a tiny romantic scene following this if you're married to Hana, mostly kissing.
• Now that our work in Auvernal is over, it's time to get back to the ranch. BECAUSE MAXWELL BEAUMONT IS STRESS-DANCING AND THAT IS NEVER A GOOD SIGN.
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(Screenshots: Drake's from BizzysChoices YouTube channel, Maxwell's from @itsbrindleybinch and Hana's from Abhirio YouTube channel)
- Alright so in Liam and Drake's playthroughs they talk to the MC directly. Maxwell's too, and he is panicking and speaking in capslock. In Hana's, Maxwell is still the one the MC is talking to, since he is the one in charge of this one thing.
- I love how Drake thinks Maxwell "stress dancing" means things must be better now but Liam knows it's a bad sign 😅
- BBBB. Maxwell could've just simplified things for himself and called it B-Quadrupled or B^4 or something. Be like Karan Johar, who saw three Ks and one G in his film title (Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham)...and said "yeah. Let's call this K3G".
• So now I'm guessing the aim for the next chapter is to keep it a secret until the time Bertrand is expected to be at his party. Or something. Idk.
• We're going...from deep conversations and political maneuverings...to this. Okay. Okay 😐
• General Thoughts:
- Okay...so the thing Hana says about perfection and wanting to please her mother. Phew. That dialogue hit me. Pretty hard.
(Please don't take anything I say right here as hard scientific fact, I am merely saying this as a client to a therapist who learned something from her, and am applying something I've learned into this sequence solely because it speaks to me on a personal level)
I've been going to a new therapist this year. A very accomplished hypnotherapist, fantastic in her field. We've been doing a mixture of talk therapy and hypnotherapy because I have a LOT of issues and they're all tangled together and it's all a big mess at this point.
One of the things we talked about was how centered my entire concept of "worth" was around smartness. Intelligence. Intelligence the way my parents perceived it, the way I saw it in school. At some point I said something...something related to smartness and worth and how you couldn't be anything if you weren't smart idk...and she stopped. Stopped and said, "that sounds like a parent tape" (wish I remembered what my exact words were).
Now, this conversation happened around a month ago, and I'm no professional in this field, so I'm paraphrasing what she explained, but she did talk about how some things get embedded in your subconscious as "tapes" or "files", and how at some points they become essential beliefs. It could be a simple moment that was nonetheless important to the child, that crystallized into a life truth for them, even into adulthood. And that would go for things that you picked up or learned from your parents as well. Learned behaviours and mindsets...that you grow up to believe as fact - and to remove yourself from them would be to remove yourself from everything you have ever believed to be true. It would be a destruction of a belief system, and building yourself back from out of that rubble would be scary.
- I wound up seeing Hana's inability to turn off "Perfect Hana" through that lens. I feel like she grew up with that "parent tape": I must be perfect to be considered worthy. I must be perfect to be loved. The only way I can gain my mother's love is by being her perfect daughter. And part of why she can't switch it off is because it became an entire belief system, the foundation on which her parents build this personality she has. If that is destroyed, the Parent Tape must be saying, then what will be left of her?
- This may explain why she continues to explain, justify, make excuses for Lorelai. Lorelai is a HUGE part of her life. Was a HUGE influence on who she was and what she became. Even when she is going in a direction completely opposite to what Lorelai initially intended, Hana does it by overcompensating, by stressing over whether she is being controlling merely for planning the perfect wedding, by worrying about what kind of parent she will be to her own child. While she acknowledges freely that her mother was wrong and pushes back when she is able to, she is not really at the stage where she can fully accept the sheer levels of damage Lorelai (and by enabling and encouraging this type of parenting, Xinghai) has wrecked on her self.
- In a lot of ways, Hana is still that child. The one who craved her mother's love. The one who grew up constantly questioning her own worth. And learning to validate that child and give her a peaceful ending is going to be a long, arduous, painful process.
- You can bet I have been thinking about this more than Hana's own writers have. By now I just know it.
- There was a part of me that CHEERED when I saw the MC (finally!) stand up for Hana. There's a part of me that...honestly...just shrugged and said "too little too late".
- I'm tired at this point. Really, really sick and tired of how people in the books are allowed to underestimate Hana and talk shit about her, and how little space the narrative gives to letting her either push back against that, or to allowing us to stand up for her. This chapter is one of the rare times that happened without the focus being on how wonderful the MC is. And I mean very rare.
- Married to Hana or not, the MC is the woman who let Madeleine get away with her bullying. Who didn't bother to look out for Hana, and continuously used her. Who didn't bother to find out how Hana was in NY after Hana had fought with her own father and left his house for her. Who (optionally) allowed Olivia to get away with talking shit about her, and who didn't ask Hana if she was comfortable before including her in a conversation with her bully. Who (optionally) can cry about not getting pregnant soon enough (today of course, that role was filled up by Isabella)
- Also isn't it ironic how Isabella, the same woman who speaks about not being perfect and allowing yourself the space to let out your emotions...is the same woman who chooses to talk ONLY about Hana's failures? Who sounds A LOT like Hana's own mother? So while those words about imperfection are true, the person speaking them is a truckload of trash.
- When it comes to a foreigner insulting Hana, then somehow it becomes magically appropriate for the MC and Olivia to pretend to be offended. But at home? In their own court? Hana rarely gets that kind of support. And she rarely gets the chance to push back either. An Olivia can call her a failure and claim "Hana hasn't so much as touched the ladder while I'm at the very top", and all Hana is allowed to do is glower in fury and then it's conveniently forgotten. By the MC.
Like sure it's nice that the MC gets to treat Hana with respect this time around, and pay her some attention. But where was this protectiveness when Hana needed it the most?
I'd have liked a moment like this earlier, or if the narrative actually was fair in terms of their treatment of Hana. But her issues, her feelings, her pain, has always been on the backseat. I'm not going to be grateful for scraps like these.
- That's the other thing. This chapter...feels a little last-minute. Not only is the gown in this chapter a very, very recent one (an anon pointed out it was added only a week or two ago), the chapter itself is all over the place. Isabella claims to want to show the group that there is more to Auvernal than Bradshaw's blustering...but in essence what she's showing us is pretty much the same thing. She is still issuing us veiled threats, and strong-arming us into becoming allies. Her tactics are still scare tactics and they are not as subtle as she or the writers believe they are.
- Even in this chapter where another person is allowed to feel pain over her years of not conceiving, Hana is hardly given space. Think about that for a second.
To me...if this chapter was a recent addition - that means the only chapter where Hana actually gets a tiny amount of space to herself...is a last minute choice. And that's not a good thing. In fact it reminds me of Book 2, where Hana was given an AWFUL scene in Chapter 8 (the fashion show scene, which focused more on Penelope than on Hana) and no appearances in the chapter after, and then given two good scenes (patisserie scene and library scene). Those two good scenes...came before they virtually ignored Hana and her background to focus on literally anyone else (after which Hana was not even seen in NY). Just because Hana gets a decent scene (a scene that isn't even hers, actually, a lot of it is about Isabella) once in 9 (NINE) chapters, doesn't mean that she's going to get good development from now on. For all you know this could be a carrot conveniently dangled to keep people satisfied for another 5-6 chapters of the same ol' focus on the male LIs instead.
- Wonder what Olivia is upto and what Liam might know.
- Also wonder why we didn't get a lot of info on Eleanor in her own home.
- Also for a country that is the maternal home of Cordonia's king, there's precious little shown about their interactions with him. In fact there's very little space Liam gets to actually operate as a King - either in this series or the previous one.
- This week, I will not be doing my usual QT for Book 1. There's an essay I've been itching to do, about Kiara and Penelope, and I'm going to devote my weekend to diving into that! Would anyone like to be tagged??
- Anyway! Until the next chapter, guys.
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pintofteaforthesoul · 2 years ago
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A Terrasen Prom
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Aelin sucked in her breath, hands gripping the back of her desk chair as Lysandra tugged the zipper of her dress up. Even still, Lysandra hissed, “Suck in!”
Aelin gasped. “If I suck in anymore, my uterus will be in my throat!”
Lysandra snorted, but was able to get the zipper the rest of the way up and step back. Aelin turned, hugging her hands to her chest. Lysandra looked stunning in a deep emerald gown, the top almost shear with leaves embroidered like lace along her chest and arms and a tulle skirt that had a slit up the leg. She was shocked the school had allowed something so scandalous, especially with the low V-neckline, but it suited Lysandra perfectly.
Aelin looked down at her own baby blue dress. It had off-the-shoulder cuff sleeves and a full-bodied skirt with white embroidery dotted along the fabric. Her dream gown really… Aelin frowned, smoothing the skirt with light hands.
Lysandra pulled took Aelin’s hands in her own and Aelin glanced back up at her best friend’s worried expression. Her hair was pulled back in jeweled clip, with soft dark brown curls framing her face. “Are you sure you’re up for this? We don’t have to go…”
Aelin shook her head, straightening her back with confidence she didn’t feel. “It’d be lame if we didn’t go now, especially since we’re already dressed.”
“But Chaol-”
Aelin cut her off, eyebrows furrowing as a pang flashed through her heart. “Chaol can suck my dick for all I care.” But Lysandra knew she was lying, giving Aelin that knowing expression of hers. Aelin’s face dropped. “He broke up with me a week before prom, Lys. Who does that?”
Lysandra hugged her. “An idiot, that’s who. So we’re going to go anyway and he’s going to see just how fabulous you are and regret the day he was born!”
Her voice was filled with such genuine fervor that it made Aelin smile. After a moment, Aelin nodded. “Okay.”
~~~
The Ballroom was extravagant, that’s the only word Aelin thought came close to describing it. Decked in shades of blues, purples, and white, the Hotel Ballroom would make a Queen stop dead in her tracks at its beauty. Three chandeliers sent dancing lights across the floor and walls, making it feel ethereal.
Aelin’s jaw dropped as she and Lysandra swept in along with the other members of their high school- Aelin standing out because she was one of the few sophomores. She squirmed, eyes darting like a nervous doe.
Lysandra reached over and pinched her, causing Aelin to jerk her head over with a hiss. “Stop looking for him, you’ll drive yourself crazy.” It was a hushed whisper and Aelin scowled.
They drew over to one side of the massive room, dropping by the refreshments table to get punch before it got spiked. Finally having an inkling of privacy as the loud music started and people rushed to the dance floor, Aelin leaned over and whispered, “What if he’s here with another girl?”
Lysandra sighed. “Even if he is, she won’t be nearly as pretty or as smart as you.”
The compliment fell on deaf ears as Aelin resumed her scanning of the crowd. Lysandra let her be, knowing Aelin would have to find Chaol before she did anything else- even dance.
But Aelin found someone else, standing in the center of a group of males with his head thrown back as he laughed. His short silver hair nearly glittered in the light, the swirling tattoo down his face still a shock to see amongst high schoolers. He was the school’s own Bad BoyTM and relished in every dirty deed in the book. Aelin hadn’t recognized him at first without his signature leather jacket, but his group of friends were also unmistakable.Aelin shoved her elbow into Lysandra, who cursed loud enough to have several heads turn towards them, but Aelin didn’t care. “Rowan Whitethorn is here!” She struggled to lower her voice so it wasn’t a shout.
Lysandra’s mouth dropped open. “You’re joking! Where?” Her eyes greedily scanned the crowd until she found him- it wasn’t like he blended it. “Holy shit. What is he doing here?”
The girls leaned their heads even closer. “I don’t know! He’s a senior, so it’s fully in his right to come since the ticket it free for them.”
Lysandra still looked dumbfounded. “But he never comes to these things! And I don’t see Lyria with him.” Lyria was the head cheerleader and had been Rowan’s girlfriend for as long as Aelin had ever known. They were practically inseparable, the typical “good girl” falling for the Bad BoyTM. Aelin had always been jealous since they were the school’s Power Couple, not helping that she’d liked Rowan ever since he’d shoved a boy that was messing with her off the playground in fourth grade.
But he’d never paid her any mind, not even once Aelin grew boobs, packed on a decent amount of muscle playing lacrosse, and shot up to be taller than most of the girls in her class. Rowan had only ever had eyes for Lyria and her hot cheerleader body.
Not that Aelin had cared after she’d met Chaol, who’d swept her off her feet with his toned athletic body and meaningless promises- but she’d never forgotten Rowan, or the fluttering thrill his presence sent through her stomach. “Maybe they broke up?” Aelin didn’t dare let herself hope, not with the still-constant ache of Chaol’s dumping her.
“Let’s make sure he sees you, then.” Lysandra grinned like a fiend and, before Aelin could protest, dragged them onto the dancefloor.
~~~
Rowan wanted to leave and he’d been at the prom for less than twenty minutes. He wouldn’t even be here if Fenrys hadn’t threatened to withhold the after-party location if he didn’t show. Sneaking sips from the flask hid in his jacket, Rowan scowled at the people around him- most of whom he didn’t know their names. Lyria was nowhere to be seen, and good riddance. She’d left him for some college guy’s dick, so she wasn’t his problem any longer.
Fenrys nudged him, drinking from a cup of punch that had definitely been spiked by now. “Cheer up, man, you look like death.”
Rowan shook his head. “I wonder why. It’s almost like I didn’t want to come.”
Fenrys only grinned. “It’s our last prom before graduating! You’ll thank me later.”
“I doubt it.” Rowan muttered and Lorcan on his left snorted, the only one who heard. He had also been dragged here by Fenrys with the promise of an after-party.
Fenrys visibly checked out a girl that passed and she blushed, scampering away with her friends. Rowan rolled his eyes, but checked out one of the girl’s friends and winked just for the hell of it. He at least shouldn’t warm his bed alone after putting so much effort into this evening- Rowan was wearing a suit for gods-sake.
While Rowan’s head was turned to the side, following the group of girls as they wandered back to the dance floor, he saw her- and sucked in a breath. Aelin Galythnius. She was twirling in circles with another girl in a dark dress. Rowan’s eyes widened at the pale blue dress Aelin wore, showing off her neck, shoulders, and the enticing swell of her breasts. She was stunning, but that was nothing new. Even though Aelin was only a sophomore, she was already a shoe-in to be Valedictorian of her class. She was smart, talented, and overall- incredible.
Fenrys was talking, but froze at the expression on Rowan’s face, following his gaze to Aelin. “Shit! Is that Aedion’s little sister?”
“Cousin.” Rowan corrected out of habit, shoving Fenrys when the man started to practically drool. Another shove when he wouldn’t stop staring. “Stop. You know Aedion will have our asses if we even look at her the wrong way.”
Fenrys wrenched his gaze away as if it took extreme effort, Rowan had to admit he was feeling the same- his eyes wanting to stray back to Aelin as those hips moved in time to the pulsing music. “Damn, she might be worth an ass-whooping in that dress.”
Lorcan shook his head at them, the only one in their group with a loving and supportive girlfriend and who had no interest in leering at other women. “No girl is worth that shit, but I’ll pay for tickets if you decide to be a dumbass.”
Rowan had to even his breathing, reminding himself of the words he spoke next, “She’s in a relationship, Fen.”
Something dangerous sparkled in Fenrys’s eyes. “You didn’t hear?”
Rowan scowled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Heard what, jackass?”
Fenrys grinned. “Westfall dumped her last week.”
Rowan choked in his drink, having made the mistake of trying to take a drink to calm his nerves. It took him a second to say, “That cocksucker did what?”
Lorcan twirled his glass, disinterested. “I believe he said-”
Rowan’s fists curled. “I know what he said, Lorcan.” The words were a hiss and he took a long breath, running a hand through his hair. “I knew Westfall was dumb, but damn.”
Fen nodded. “I honestly pity him. Aedion must be plotting his murder as we speak.”
“Whose murder am I plotting?” Every muscle in Rowan’s body tensed at the sudden voice. They turned in unison to see Aedion Ashryver standing behind them.
Fen only smirked in his usual fashion. “Chaol Westfall.
Aedion’s head only tilted to the side. “Why would I be killing Chaol?”
Rowan let out a breath, willing his face to remain neutral and wishing he were anywhere but there. Fen’s smile fell, uncertain about giving this news. “He’s your Lacrosse captain, I assumed you knew…”
Aedion now walked closer, his surprising height making even Fen look short. “Knew what, Moonbeam?”
Rowan, now half behind Aedion, shook his head furiously, but Fenrys stumbled on. “About Westfall and your cousin- that he dumped her.”
The look that passed over Aedion’s face in a mere flash was one of pure rage, but Rowan respected his ability to hold it down. “Oh.” He said. “If you’ll excuse me…” Then as fast as he’d appeared, Aedion was gone.
Rowan stared at Fenrys until the man went, “What?!”
Rowan shook his head in unison with Lorcan. “Why the fuck did you do that? It’s none of our business.”
Fenrys shrugged. “He deserved to know.”
Rowan ran a hand through his hair, catching the glint of Aedion’s blonde hair as the man half-dragged his cousin off the dancefloor.
~~~
“Ow! Aedion, you’re hurting me.” Aelin murmured the words as her cousin manhandled her into a corner of the ballroom, glaring away any people nearby. Lysandra had followed them over and Aedion glared at her too, but she held firm.
At last, Aedion hissed, “When were you going to tell me that Westfall dumped you?”
Aelin cringed. “I was planning on it, there just never seemed like a good time.”
Those eyes that were identical to hers held death. “A good time? Aelin! I’ve been friendly with him all week when I should have been kicking his ass!” His voice was damn near close to a shout and the girls both shushed him. They were drawing too many eyes.
Aelin could only sigh. “That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you. I knew you’d react badly.”
A muscle in Aedion’s jaw twitched. “He. Dumped. You.”
She let out a breath, that weight back on her chest. “Thanks for the reminder.” She’d meant to say it sarcastically but her voice broke.
Aedion watched Aelin’s face drop as she fought the tears that wanted to ruin her. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”
Aelin shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. It’s over. It’s done. I just want to move on and have a nice night. Is that too much to ask for?” Aedion’s face softened in a way it only did for Aelin.
Lysandra came up and looped her arm around Aelin’s waist. “Who told you anyway?”
Aedion looked almost confused. “Fenrys Moonbeam. He, Rowan, and Lorcan were talking about it for some reason.”
Aelin’s heart gave a discordant thump. “What? Why?”
Aedion shrugged. “You’d have to ask them. They seemed interested for whatever reason.”
Lysandra sent Aelin a knowing glance that made the corner of her mouth turn up. Rowan Whitethorn was talking about her- it was actually a dream come true.
Aedion glanced between them. “Why do you have that look on your faces?”
“No reason.” Lysandra lied and began to pull them away, but Aedion grabbed Aelin’s hand.
“Hey,” His voice was much softer now, serious. Aedion’s face was pressed with worry. “Can we talk about this later though?”
Aelin bit her lip. She didn’t want to, but knew she owed him the story at the very least. “Sure.” Aedion nodded and let Lysandra drag Aelin away.
Several feet away, Lysandra giggled and pulled on Aelin’s arm. “Rowan was talking about you!”
Aelin shushed her by swatting her arm. “Not because he likes me. My break-up is good gossip I guess.” She sneaked a glance over to where Rowan and his friends still stood. As if he could feel her gaze, Rowan looked her way- an odd emotion on his face.
Lysandra seemed to push her in his direction. “You should talk to him. Start some drama, it’d be good for you.”
Aelin’s heartbeat picked up. “Don’t even put those thoughts in my head. Just because we don’t see Lyria, it doesn’t mean he isn’t still with her.”
Lysandra only rolled her eyes. “Then why is he still looking at you?” Aelin’s heart stopped.
~~~
Rowan couldn’t take his eyes off her, especially once those gold-rimmed turquoise eyes had met his and even long after she’d torn them away. Fen nudged him quite harshly and Rowan glared over at him. “What?”
Fen shook his head. “Why don’t you just go talk to her already? You obviously want to.”
“Why?” Lorcan murmured, knowingly. “She’s already on her way over.”
Rowan tensed and the others laughed. He finally glanced over to see Aelin making her way over to them. It almost took his breath away, the way she moved with such confidence. Like a Queen. But it was her face that caught him, the nervous biting of her cheek that was evident even so far away.
Rowan held his breath and when Aelin finally reached them she cocked her hip out, stared them down, and said, “So, you’ve been talking about me?”
Rowan was left speechless, so it was Fenrys who said, “And if we were?”
Aelin turned those eyes on Fen and Rowan could see the miniscule flinch of Fen’s shoulders. Aelin seemed to notice it too and smiled. “You’re Fenrys, right?”
Fenrys looked down at her, but Aelin wasn’t intimidated. “Yeah, why?”
That head tilted to the side, eyes assessing Fen up and down in the way a doctor might. “I’ve seen a couple of your games.”
That usual charismatic Fen smirk was back. “Oh yeah? And what’d you think, little lady?”
Without a beat, Aelin laughed. “That your swings are weak because you don’t use your legs enough.”
Lorcan howled while Fenrys could only gape at Aelin. Rowan was trying to hide his grin behind his hand. Aelin’s eyes flicked to his and that grin spread. Rowan looked at Fen, who was still looking like an idiot, and winked. “She’s got a mouth on her you have to admit.”
Fenrys composed himself, steeling his face to neutral, but it was Rowan who asked, “Anything else we can do for you?”
Aelin bit her lip, eyes flicking over Rowan with a little spark in them. “No, I think that’s it.” And they all watched her strut away, but Rowan could only wait a beat before he followed- right on her heels.
They were in the middle of the crowd when Rowan caught her wrist. The music was pulsing around them, some pop song that was popular but Rowan didn’t know the words. In the small area, Rowan had to draw her back to face him. It was an almost embrace, Aelin’s hand coming up to his chest. He heard her sharp inhale and he asked, “Will you dance with me?”
Aelin grinned. “Yes.”
 ~~~
[A/N]
So this was totally unplanned, just a thought I had at work. If you want me to continue it, let me know. It would be a short story but just fluff pretty much. Maybe some smut but these are much younger characters so maybe not. 
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thatwritingasexual · 2 years ago
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And I Saw An Angel
Jane was gone. Jane looked upon the window with large unforgettable doe eyes and simply disappeared. The years of intrusive thoughts had caught up to her and so she jumped out of the bridge into the pond late at night. The bridge that connected the city Waterlow to Yetnesum. That glow of her body still appears in the pond, but not ethereal or dreamy. It's profound sadness. But Jane isn't at anywhere except her own grave. She doesn't haunt anyone or the place she died. There's no body where she haunts, just pieces of ashes. She didn't want anyone keeping her ashes. And just where she stood, ghosts, young and old wait to cross on. But to them they have a task. They don't think of these tasks until those who have ascended come back down to haunt them about it. Angels haunting ghosts. That would make great idea someday don't you think ? So in rain she can't feel and neither the suns, she waits and sits against the headstone, small and lost with ancient architectural touches. 
She did not care what they found her in but saw she was in a dark gown, like those from 1940s mimicking what fair ladies wore in the Civil War Confederate arms. She smiled and found the purpose of it all too real. Perhaps what she wanted in the life before she'd go to a point that we cannot look down and see the earth's pastures. She blocked out the sounds of confused children not knowing where they were as she did when she was on Earth. At 5 am the morning after a bright light with an angel not of of his biblical depiction showered her in dust of gold. She turned up her face and saw, staring dazed at the brown figure with the porcelain skin. "Jane" he intoned.  My eyes were transfixed. "Jane, I come to you and ask of your ears to listen. At noon, when the sun is covered partially by the clouds, I'll allow you a physical form. Your family. They'll be coming to bask your grave in flowers. If you can find forgiveness for them who have wronged you, you may join the seat of heaven. Good luck." And with his dove wings, he rose and flew away. She tried to speak but all that was able to get out was a low frequency 'wha?'. Her skin, the sun scorching down on the headstone and the barely there wind. Feeling. 
There were no other ghosts around. The children crying weren't perceptible. It seemed crazy but the talk seemed to have pushed time all the way forward. No way the sky could be so blue in the early morning of 5. She's somewhere hidden in the valley, not so close to the street, so she can look in the horizon and see the walking somberly bodies of her sister and her mother. In hands, they hold roses, pink and wrapped with paper. She can see the slow eyes and the missing reactions when they see her. She rises from sitting, now she's standing and she's looking over at them, beckoning them. They move foward. "Jane...w-what's this ?" Mother walks with an apprehensive stride. "Don't worry I haven't faked my death I-" "I wasn't worried at such a thing, only if...if you've come back to haunt us." My sister stops beside her, jaw slack and wide. "Jane!" "Rosemary." 
Observing their summer dresses, pretty and white in the sun, She smiled.
 "Stand. I'd like to talk." And so they stand their brown eyes peering at her with disbelief. "I've come to tell you that I forgive you." Inhale and exhale. "That I have not come to hate you for your ignorance and your chaos rained down upon me." Close my eyes. I have done this not to forget, but rather move on." Silence. She open my eyes and see them staring confused. "What have you to forgive us for ?" "Condemning me. My depression frightened you. But that fright did not help when it turned to anger did it ?" "What about the stress you've put on us ? The rage when it wasn't called for. The outpour of angry pickings ? Can we not blame you for that ?" Rosemary blurted out tightening her grip around the flowers. 
"You can. But don't forget the help that was being neglected to be given. The understanding so graciously out of your hands." "So can you not share the blame too ?" "I've had my mistake and ruthlessly criminalized myself for them. But then you've got to make peace with yourself. Before you've got to cross the lonesome road Rose. You'll struggle for years and decades." "She's just as crazy dead as she was alive." She turned to mother. "Come on ! We're going." She took mother by the arm. Mother was crying into her shoulder where the roses were being carried. She threw them at the grave gently. Rosemary threw hers down on the ground. She thought she was going to step on them under her thick wedges but she walked away from the valley. 
She had forgave them, but they have not forgiven her.  Slowly the wonderings trapped me and put her in a vicious cycle of nervousness. Life was to be lived here, seeing more and more dumped here, never going anywhere. "Jane" She turned to look at the face of the angel. Still brown, still androgynous. "You have succeeded my wishes and the above's as well. My eyes brighten with shock. "But I have not have their forgiveness." "But you have forgiven them. And that is all I required of you." He stretched out his hand. She takes it. The trees, the cars, the sky all dissapear as they ascend. "And now, my dear Jane to beyond we go."
(This is an old work so if this does not have the proper grammar or spelling, please excuse me, I was seventeen or sixteen then)
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writings-of-dumpy · a year ago
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Once Upon a Dream VI
A/N: Not quite as long as the last chapter, but I think it wraps up the section nicely. The next part is the last part, so enjoy!
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Rose awoke feeling completely terrified and sweating. The horrors that she had encountered earlier had bled into her dreams—the cold and unfeeling gaze that Dracula had locked on her, his attempt to manipulate her into becoming a Lamia and the looming feeling of fear at the knowledge that he is still at large and after her.
“Hey, it’s okay!” Scott said from beside her when she bolted awake and held her shoulders steady.
Rose looked around and relaxed a bit, realizing that she was indeed safe. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and her eyes fell to Scott’s face. His brows were creased with concern and his hands held her arms gently to her sides.
“Are you alright?” he asked. Rose nodded and glanced around the room to see the worried faces of Kira, Derek and Peter… but no Stiles.
Before she had a chance to ask where he was, the door to her room opened slowly and quietly followed by the adorable brunette poking his head in. When he peeked into the room, his eyes fell immediately to Rose and he smiled. He opened the door fully to reveal his arms held a tray with food decorated by a flower in a plastic cup.
“I’m sorry I left… I got you some breakfast!” Stiles chirped proudly and held the tray piled high with all sorts of food on it.  “They didn’t have any vases for the flower; I hope you don’t mind. I just thought it was really pretty and it reminded me of you.”
“Gag me,” Peter scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“Don’t be a dick,” Derek said and accented his point with a hard punch to Peter’s arm. Peter recoiled and held his bicep where Derek’s fist had been.
“I’m going to go tell my mom you’re awake,” Scott said and patted Rose’s leg before heading out of the room.
Rose couldn’t help but be touched and blush at Stiles’ effort for her (despite Peter’s cynical comment) and she moved her table across her lap after thanking Scott. Stiles placed the tray down on the tabletop gently and sat next to her on her bed with a hand placed on her back for gentle support.
“How are you feeling?” Kira asked.
Rose looked up at her and smiled softly, “I’m fine, really. It was just a nightmare.”
Stiles looked at Rose with deep concern, “You had a nightmare?”
Rose looked back at him with a full mouth and shrugged. Once she had swallowed her food, she spoke, “It was nothing, really. I’m alright.”
Stiles pursed his lips and sighed. Rose felt his hand rest on the side of her arm and give a gentle squeeze.
The door clicked open and Scott came in with his mom, Rose’s nurse, and the Beacon Hills Sheriff. Rose swallowed hard and felt increasingly uneasy with the impending interrogation.
“Good morning, Rose. Well, afternoon I should say. How are you feeling?” Melissa asked with a pen in her hand.
Rose smiled politely. “I’m well.”
“No dizziness, intense thirst, dysphoria?” Melissa asked and continued rattling off various symptoms of anemia and head trauma.
Rose shook her head, “No, I don’t feel any of that.” The sheriff nodded and looked at Melissa, who held a finger up to halt him.
“Good, that’s great to hear. One last thing before I let you talk to her, Noah. Rose, can I take a look at your sutures, please?” Melissa asked and began to wash her hands and put gloves on.
“Of course,” Rose said and held out her wrapped arm for the nurse to look at. Melissa unwrapped the bandages and threw them in the garbage, then looked at the two lines of stitches Rose hadn’t seen until now. As Rose looked at her own wounds, her spine tingled and her heartbeat began to grow louder and faster. The memory of Dracula’s hands around her throat and then his teeth digging into her flesh was something that brought true terror to her mind. Stiles seemed to notice because he leaned in closer and gave her a gentle kiss on the temple. Rose’s fear was slowly replaced by butterflies in her stomach and she tried her best to suppress a blush.
“It’s okay, I’m here,” he said to her in a voice only audible to her and maybe Scott.
“Is there any discomfort in the area?” Melissa asked and gently ran her finger on either side of both cuts.
“Now that you mention it, there is kind of a burning, stinging sensation…” Rose noted.
Melissa nodded and re-wrapped the wound. “That’s normal, I’ll get you some pain medication to take the edge off. Looks like you’re doing really well! The sheriff is here and I will not let him ask you anything unless you feel up to it.”
Rose smiled and swallowed thickly. “That’s okay, I’m up for it. Thank you.”
Melissa smiled and patted Rose’s hand before leaving the room.
“Hi dad,” Stiles greeted. Rose looked at Stiles in disbelief.
“Your dad is the sheriff?” she asked.
“Yeah… Did I not mention it?” Stiles asked and faced her with his arm still around her.
“Nope,” Rose sighed out.
“Can you all excuse us, please? I need to ask Ms. Grimhile a few questions about last night,” Noah told the room.
“You know what really happened, dad, why do you need to act like this is a mystery that needs solving?” Stiles asked his father with a tired and annoyed tone.
Noah sighed and looked at his son in exhausted disbelief, “Because as far as the sheriff’s office knows—it IS an unsolved mystery. This is just a formality between the three of us so that the deputy and detectives can cross all of you off of the list of murder suspects. I can’t exactly arrest Dracula for kidnapping two girls and killing one.”
Rose nodded. “So you know? About me?”
Noah smiled gently and nodded. “I know what Stiles has told me about you, which is nearly everything he knows about your favorite foods, colors, and your preferred pattern of notetaking. So, yes, I know the two of you are dating if that’s what you’re asking.”
Rose’s eyes got wider and she looked at Stiles with even more butterflies in her stomach and a small pang of warmth in her chest.
“Alright, we’re leaving,” Derek announced and nearly dragged Scott and Peter out of the room with Kira in tow. Kira gave a pitied expression to Rose before closing the door behind her.
“Dad, we haven’t really hashed that out yet…” Stiles mumbled.
Noah looked between the two of them and then shook his head slightly with his eyes closed and eyebrows raised for a moment in apparent incredulity.
“Whatever. So off the record what I need from you, Rose, is a statement about where you were last night that doesn’t involve a castle and that exonerates you from being an accomplice to murder,” Noah said and prepared to write what Rose says down.
“Um.. well I don’t really remember how I got there…” Rose recalled. “The last thing I do remember is dancing with Stiles… then we took a shot and kept dancing and then we sat down. Scott came over and stiles went with him. Then I’m waking up in a ballroom…”
“And that’s when you saw the vase with yours and Kira’s jewelry in it?” Noah prompted.
Rose raised a brow and looked at Stiles, who nodded with wide eyes and tightly pursed lips.
“Um, yeah…” Rose said.
“Hospital report says you tripped and broke the vase while running from where your assailant had placed you, is that correct?” Noah prompted again.
“Yes, that’s what happened,” Rose nodded.
“Was there anyone with you at the time?” Noah said and eyed his son.
Rose exhaled. “Can I just read your mind to know what you need me to say, please?”
Noah’s eyes widened. “Pardon?”
“Dad, she’s a psychic. She can read minds if you let her,” Stiles said.
Noah put his hands up for a moment as if he were asking an invisible force why he even bothered to question these things anymore and then let them fall back to their previous position. “I… guess..?”
Rose focused on the sheriff’s thoughts in her head and found the story he was trying to make to hide Scott’s secret and not frame Kira or herself for murdering the girl at the party.
“Yes. Stiles, Derek, and Scott were there. Stiles told me that they saw the guy take Kira and I, who he had drugged, and followed him. When he left the scene, the three of them helped us escape where he dumped us, and that’s when I fell and cut my wrists open. We went straight to the hospital because I was bleeding so much,” Rose told Noah.
“And you didn’t see anything else? Just got the hell out of there?” Noah asked.
“That’s all that happened,” Rose said. Noah smiled and closed his book with a thankful and satisfied nod.
“Keep this one, Stiles,” Noah advised before heading out. Rose blushed at the comment then looked back at Stiles, who was smiling fondly at her.
“What?” Rose softly asked after a pause. Stiles continued to smile and moved a piece of hair out of her face.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “And I’d like to have that conversation now if that’s alright.”
Rose smiled and nodded, remembering the half-drunken promise that she made to talk to him about her powers and their attachment.
~*~
After the interview with Stiles’ dad, Rose wanted to shower before the two of them talked. Stiles had showered earlier that day and had his dad bring him a change of clothes. After the wardrobe change and a warm shower, he felt a thousand times better so he could only imagine how anxious Rose must be to at least clean herself and get a new hospital gown on. Because he wasn’t about to leave her alone, he stayed with her and was never far out of sight. Although, she insisted he turn around while she disrobed and got in the shower, but Stiles sat in the bathroom with her.
“You know I can hear if he’s coming, right?” Rose protested.
“Don’t care. I’m not leaving you,” Stiles told her and helped her waterproof her bandage before stepping into the bathroom.
Once Rose was clean and dry, they sat on her bed together in silence for a few moments.
“So what do you want to ask me?” Rose prompted. “You mentioned somewhere close to a billion things if I recall correctly?”
Stiles chuckled at the memory from last night and smiled. After a thoughtful pause, Stiles asked the one question that had been burning a hole in his mind the most since Deaton had said it. “I guess I’m mostly just wondering what it means to have a soul mate… and if that’s what we really are.”
Rose nodded slowly. “My parents were soulmates. I was too young to understand the concept entirely when they died, so I’m not quite sure, either. When I was growing up, my teachers—my psychic teachers, that is—told me that it was an unbreakable bond that you had with that person—the strongest kind of love there is. It’s the kind of love that you feel right away, and you know it’s real and true because everything in the universe is pointing towards that person being with you forever.”
As she spoke, Stiles couldn’t help himself; he hung on her every word. What she was saying made perfect sense to him and his experience with her in his life. He knew her at ten years old and fell in love instantly, he just didn’t know it yet. When he saw her in person for the first time, he felt an unwavering sense of completeness. The bond they had forged in the short time of knowing each other was unbreakable; they were truly two of a kind and a perfect complement to each other. He unconsciously reached for her hand and she accepted his touch easily and a smile grew on her face.
“I feel that way about you,” Stiles said softly and distinctly while looking into her eyes to make sure she knew he was being sincere. Rose looked at him through her lashes and blushed. “What happened to your parents?”
Rose shook her head. “I’m not sure. One day I woke up and they were gone. The police say it was double suicide, but my teachers said that they were killed. I went into foster care after that and had a new pair of parents every couple years until I graduated high school.”
Stiles’ heart broke for her and he held her hands in his. He knew the pain of losing one parent at a young age, and he couldn’t imagine losing both at the same time. “I’m sorry.”
“What about you? It’s just you and your dad, right?” Rose asked after a thankful smile.
Stiles nodded. “My mom died when I was ten...”
Rose squeezed his hands. “I’m so sorry, Stiles…”
Stiles shook his head. “It’s alright. The day of her funeral was the first time I saw you in a dream… I’d like to hear more about your powers, like how did you do that?”
Rose smiled slightly. “Well, I can read the minds of everyone within a thirty mile radius… It’s kind of a constant noise in my head, all of those thoughts at once. So I learned to just tune it out unless I had permission to read someone’s mind or unless I needed to, like when I was kidnapped. My teachers told me I have a special gift called dream walking. That dream you had in the meadow was the first time I had tried it out, and I guess I just had a feeling you needed someone to give you a bit of sunshine… I saw your name on the list of students and I had to make sure it was you.”
Stiles nodded. “So you knew from the beginning that we are soulmates.”
Rose bit her lip and nodded nervously. “I had a feeling, especially given that dream walkers can only project themselves into the minds of those closest to them—and I had never met you outside of dreams, so…”
Stiles thought for a moment about what this all meant. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t overwhelmed, but if he could handle his best friend being a werewolf and all of the craziness that went along with it, he could handle having a psychic soulmate. He rubbed her hands with his thumbs and looked into her eyes. The longer he looked, the more secure he was in the truth of the situation; she was his to protect and care for. In her, he had love. In her, he had purpose.
“Please say something,” Rose whimpered out with an averted and downcast gaze. Stiles hadn’t realized how long he had been looking at her and he saw the slightest prick of tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
Stiles smiled warmly at her and placed a hand gently against her cheek, which encouraged her to once again look into his eyes. His heart ached to see the glassy sheen of fear he had caused her to display in this moment and he was compelled to placate her. In a low voice and profound tone, he declared his heart to her: “I love you. I’ve loved you since I was ten and I’m glad that I’ll never stop.”
Rose smiled brightly and let out a deep breath while leaning into his touch. Stiles felt a sense of relief and his heart sung in the moment after he laid his feelings bare for her. A single tear fell from her eye and Stiles wiped it away gently with the pad of his thumb. After a beat, Stiles let out a small laugh at his confession and pressed their foreheads together gently with his hand encompassing the nape of her neck and thumb resting on the apex of her jawline.
“I love you,” Rose echoed and placed her hands on his chest. Stiles felt her fingers smooth over the material of his shirt and Stiles bit his lower lip gently with a smile.
The pair sat in the joy of their proclamations and Stiles could feel embers in his gut burning brighter the longer he felt her this close to him. He could feel her breath hit his face and his need to be closer grew stronger. With his other hand, Stiles cupped her chin between his index finger and thumb to tilt her lips upward.
“May I?” Stiles mumbled with his eyes closed and his lips not quite in contact with hers. He felt her nod and her breathing shallowed, but Stiles was sure his lungs stopped altogether. He started to lean inwards and when he continued to feel no resistance from Rose, he closed the small space between them and kissed her lips with the most amount of fire he could muster. As he moved his lips against hers, he could feel her body become increasingly pliant against his. Her hands found their place in his hair and on the back of his head, which urged Stiles to move his hand from her chin to around her waist. When he could no longer stand to not breathe, he reluctantly pulled away from her and took deep breaths to aid in calming the conflagration in him for her. Stiles finally knew what his happy place was—with Rose.
The pair laid together of the rest of the afternoon in each other’s arms. Stiles hated that he couldn’t just sweep her away from the hospital and protect her in his home, but he knew that tonight Dracula would come for her. This time they faced him, they’d be ready.
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YGO GX: JadenxReader - I’m Leaving
You had just left from a meeting with Professor Crowler and Principal Shepard and you were beaming as you practically glided down the halls. You were about to turn into the classroom you were in before the meeting but saw the class had ended surprisingly early and so you headed out of to look for your friends. The first person you felt like you had to tell was Jaden, since you and he have been as thick as thieves since the first month you met. And though you two were pretty different, your love for the card game was something that helped you ignore the differences and stick with each other. As you headed towards the Slifer dorm, you were reflecting on the many duels that you and he participated in, either dueling against the other (always a fun time) or dueling together in tournaments hosted by the school. As you walked up the stairs to knock on his door, you suddenly hesitated. You just realized that the news you were going to give him wasn't going to the most positive. Despite that, you shook off your nerves physically and knocked on the door. You heard a muffled 'come in' and then you opened the door. “Hey, Jay…” You smiled as you saw your friend chilling on his bed as he went through his deck. “Hey, what’s up?” He asked as he sat up from lying down and hung his feet over the edge. “I’ve got some news.” You announced. “Does it have to do with getting out of class?" Jaden sulked slightly as he didn't particularly like attending classes, or staying awake in them either. "Yes. Don't be too jealous." You teased lightly. "Oh, I was! But anyway, what is it?” “I’m moving up a grade.” You couldn't hide the grin from your lips. “Wha?” He suddenly got out of his bed, abandoning his deck and staring at you blankly, almost like he didn't register what you had said. “I did so well on my dueling exam that they want to move me up a level, thinking it’ll be more of a challenge.” “That’s awesome! I knew that big brain of yours had it in ya!” He punched your shoulder and you laughed as he shoved him a bit, your smile deflating slightly. “Thanks, but…” You sigh as you rub your arm and turn slightly away from him. “But what? Shouldn’t you be happy?” “I am, I mean it’s great…but it’s so close to the end of the semester…” You trailed off. “And?” “I’m graduating at the end of the year.” You answer after a beat. “You’re wha?” He gaped suddenly and his excitement drained out of him quickly. “But, what about other courses.” “They say my grades are enough to allow me to graduate even without having a certain number of classes under my belt.” “Oh…” He breathed and let that hang in the air for a moment before continuing. “So, three months, huh?’ “Yeah…” You breathe, just as confused and slightly sad as you were coming to terms with leaving your friends behind to move up a grade. “Well, that just means we need to spend extra time together before you leave.” Jaden said as he got back into his usual chipper mood. “You’re not mad?” You blinked as you were starting to feel better. “Course not! this is huge, you deserve this.” Jaden cheered. “Thanks, Jaden, I’m really glad to hear you say that.” You gush as you give him a quick hug around the neck and Jaden laughs and hugs you back. “Let’s start now!” He pulled away from you to then link arms, leading you out of his room. “Now?” You gawked as you were literally being dragged by Jaden now. “Yeah, let’s get some good eating.” “Okay.” You laugh. Despite the urge to spend more time with each other, the three months rolled by quicker than you expected, quicker than anyone expected. Alexis and Blair were helping you look nice with the cap on your head and wearing the school gown. You stood up from the mirror and they gave you heartfelt smiles and almost trampled you in hugs. You smiled warmly as you poked your head between theirs and hugged them back. They leave you alone to continue getting ready and then get seats to watch the ceremony. Once you turn back towards the mirror, you look down at the table and see the letter you’ve practiced writing a bunch of times to later give or drop off to Jaden. Two weeks back when Alexis mentioned that she would help with your packing, Jaden has grown pretty distant and had stopped returning your calls. It was heartbreaking, thinking that Jaden wasn’t going to forgive you for graduating early. She almost didn’t want to go to the ceremony, in fear that when you looked out into the crowd that his face wouldn’t be there. You sighed and pocketed the note into the belt of your (f/c) dress and looked in the mirror one last time. You tried to smile to cheer you up but a tear fell from your clouded irises instead. You quickly wiped it away and began taking deep breaths to calm you down. Once you did you got on your short high heels and went to join the rest of your student body in the gym to get ready. The ceremony was beautiful. There were banners with the different dorms hung up everywhere and you were given a pin to commemorate the big steps you took while being at Duel Academy. Like Cyrus, you were able to move through all the houses and so you were given the pin and received a round of applause, as Cy would receive when he graduated. You didn’t bother to look up, as the pin was yet another reminder why Jaden wasn’t going to be here. After receiving a round of congratulations from Shepard you were officially an alumnus of the school. While everyone in the class threw up their caps in celebration as the cheers overwhelmed everyone, you stayed seated and merely tossed your cap up maybe a few inches from your hand and then caught it again. While your friends and family congratulated you and you spent most of the day with them, you excused yourself, saying you had a lot of packing to do and wanted to get started. It wasn’t a lie, you did have a lot to pack, but it didn’t need to get done tonight or even this weekend. Nonetheless, you trudge back towards your room and once you opened the door you saw someone you weren’t expecting to see. “Oh hey, you’re here.” “Yeah, I am. This is my room after all.” You try not to growl at how casual he was addressing you after not seeing each other in such a long time. “How’d you get in here?” You lean up against the door frame and glare at him slightly. “I asked a janitor for help. I explained to him you were my friend.” “Okay…but why wait for me in here?” You quirked. “I wanted to see you.” “Now?” You huff and your head slightly so you could stare more at the wall. “Listen—” “No, mister, you listen!” You finally snapped. Seeing him and hearing him trying to return to the way things were was driving you nuts and you needed to get that across now. “You’ve ignored me for the past two weeks and you didn’t have the decency to come to my graduation! What kind of friend are you?” “You’re right.” “And another thing — wait, what?” “You’re right.” “I haven’t been a good friend. I’ve had a lot on my mind this past month.” “Like?” “You.” He stated casually. You blink and you hope that your face isn’t as red as it felt. “M-Me?” You stutter. “Of course you. You were one of the first people I met on this campus.” He laughed as he remembered you two meeting for the first time, it was quite comical and you too felt a laugh crawling up your throat but you passed it off as if you coughed. “I used to picture you, me and all our friends graduating together and living the dream. Now, I don’t know what the dream is anymore.” “I’m sorry…but you said you were happy for me.” “I am, this is what you wanted. But, I wish you could just stay, for a little longer.” “Well I don’t leave until sometime next week.” “That’s not good enough.” “Look, I don’t know what else to tell you because that’s what’s happening.” You state bluntly, not able to understand what else could be done at this point. There was no changing the fact that you indeed just graduated. “Now can you leave me to pack like I was going to?” You begin to walk past him to reach your bed, where a suitcase was laid out open and you went to a drawer and began packing clothes. “No.” Jaden almost snapped and it took all your energy not to turn around and bite his head off. “You can’t stop me.” You stated firmly as you continued. “Yes I can.” He took the shirts you were just about to pack and he dumped them on the ground. “Jaden come on—mph!” He turned you around and held you in place against your bedpost and slammed his lips onto yours. You were so stunned you just blinked for a moment but your face heated up and your eyes slid closed and you felt them begin to water. You kissed back lightly, not sure what else to do. You grabbed onto his upper arm on your left side and pushed a little further as you felt a tear stroll down your cheek. You don’t really know when you started to like Jaden, but being here right now with him was sending your heart down a train of summersaults. After a moment Jaden’s lips damply left yours and you stood there, foreheads touching, both of you with your eyes closed. “I need you to stay.” Jaden breathes as he wiped away the damp streak that was on your face. “How long?” You asked after a beat. “How long have you been waiting to do this?” “Since you told me you were graduating.” “Why didn’t you do it then?” You sighed as you moved your head away and leaned back slightly, throwing his head back in annoyance. “Huh?” Jade blinked at you. “Maybe things could’ve been different.” You sigh again as you bring your head forward again to stare into his deep brown eyes. “Because I’ve been waiting for you to do that for quite some time.” “Wha?” You kiss him again and this time you grab the open part of his jacket and bring him closer to your chest. Jaden hardly misses a beat as he wraps one hand around your waist and moves slowly along your lower back and the other hand making its way from your neck through your (h/c) hair. Again, the intensity wore off, though it took a bit longer this time as this kiss was far more enjoyable than the first. And this time you were the one to break the silence. “Now what?” “I’m not sure, I didn’t really think that through. Though I did imagine that simply kissing you would make you stay, but I’m guessing that’s not how it’s going to go.” “Naive as always.” You laugh as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. “Well, we do have summer. We’re both from Domino, it should work.” “But what about after that?” “I can visit—.” “It won’t be the same.” He said as he pulled you away from him slightly so he could really look at you with such seriousness it almost startled you. “I’ll just end up missing you more.” “Gosh I wish you would’ve said these things to me sooner.” You roll your eyes as your face begins to flush again at Jaden’s soft words. Then suddenly an idea struck you, something mentioned during the ceremony when you weren’t wrapped up in your own thoughts. “Well, I did hear Shepard mention an assistant program where I can shadow a staff member for a year and learn how to teach duelists how to duel. Maybe even be a den mother or whatever.” “You’re serious…?” Jaden blinked at you, really hoping you weren’t kidding. “Well yeah, not like I’m going to want to look for any other kind of job.” “Does this mean you can help me with my homework.” Jaden quirked as his usual charm kicked back in again. You smirk suddenly and pull him close to you by his collar. “No, but I can give you a reward for whatever homework you DO.” You whisper in his ear and give him a slight peck on his neck. You can feel goosebumps appear when your lips came into contact with his skin and it made you smile. You lean back to see his reaction and he’s blushing as dark as his Slifer jacket and it makes you almost giggle aloud but you bite your lip to keep quiet. “Hm…I can live with that.” He catches your chin in his fingers and kisses you again, this time both of you barely able to keep the smiles off of your lips.        
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