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hinatastinygiant · 4 months

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10 | Crazy Love

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader

Serpents and Roses

When you get to your magical artifacts studies class, you tune out your professor completely. Instead of participating in the lesson, you remove the necklace that Ominis had given you and place it on your desk. You then take a hard look at it before opening your textbook.

You skim through the pages until you find the chapter on magical charms and protective spells. You find a picture with a similar image of the necklace Ominis had given you and let out a frustrated sigh.

"Protection Charm," you whisper, reading the description below the image.

"A simple charm used to keep away unwanted advances or danger. Can be applied to anything from a piece of jewelry to a house. The stronger the wizard casting the spell, the more powerful the protection will be."

"Great," you mutter, glancing over at the necklace and then at the class around you. He must think you're helpless. That must be why he gave it to you in the first place.

You shake your head as you stuff the necklace into your backpack. What an idiot you were to wear the stupid thing. You're not sure whether to be embarrassed or angry.

As class ends, you are one of the first to pack up your things and leave the room. As you step into the hall, a body nearly collides with yours. "Oh, sorry, Y/N," a blonde-haired girl your age smiles at you. She smiles at you kindly with her hazel eyes as she adds. "Hey, by the way, there's going to be a party tonight in the forbidden forest tonight. You should come if you haven't already been invited. Hosted by Gryffindor," she says with wide eyes.

"Yeah, sure, thanks," you nod. What luck, you grin to yourself. That necklace must've been good for warding off fun.

"Y/N!" a voice shouts as the girl leaves.

"Garreth," you turn, greeting him with a small smile.

"How was your day? Can I walk you to your dorm?" he asks.

"Yeah, that'd be great," you say as the two of you begin walking. "Hey, are you going to that Gryffindor party tonight?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. I was going to ask you about it but not where anyone can hear," he frowns, looking around cautiously. "Do you want to go?"

"I've never been to a wizard's party. Is it fun?"

"The best kind," he nods. "Want to come with me and my friends?"

"Thanks for the invite but I think Luna and Amit will want to go, too. I'll probably end up going with them but if we can't find the clearing, will you come get us?"

"Of course," Garreth grins.

"Awesome," you smile, relieved to have someone like him around. "Thanks again. My dorm's just around the corner. I'll see you later, yeah?"

"Yeah," he nods, seemingly proud of himself for something. "See you later, Y/N."

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"Another party?" Luna sighs as she falls back on your bed.

"What do you mean? This is the first party I've been invited to... Were you invited to another and didn't ask me to go!" you gasp.

Luna laughs. "No! They just always do this stupid party. It's so the Gryffindors can show off. I've been before."

"But... I thought we were going to stay out of trouble this year," Amit chimes in, confused.

"Yeah, but it's different now 'cause Y/N is here," Luna sits up, a twinkle of mischief playing in her eyes. "Y/N wants to go, don't you, Y/N?"

You nod. "I've never been to a party like this before! I'm excited. Plus, it's our last year and all. You have to go, Amit."

"Fine, okay, I'll go. But if I drink too much and puke, it's your fault," Amit relents.

"I'm okay with that," you chuckle, "So, what do you do at a wizard party?"

"They have food and drinks and games and music," Luna tells you, counting on her fingers.

"And people get drunk," Amit adds. "Like, really, really drunk. I'll keep an eye on you guys, promise."

"Yeah, we'll be fine," Luna scoffs. "Besides, Garret will be there looking out for Y/N." You watch as a smirk grows bigger across her lips.

"Oh?" Amit chimes in. "You and Garret, eh?"

"No," you shake your head. "Luna, please."

Luna watches as you walk over to your dresser and begin to rifle through it for something to wear tonight. Suddenly, she gasps and stands to her feet. "Wait, Y/N, don't try anything on. I think I've got the perfect thing for you. Amit, I love you but it's time for you to go! We'll be out when we're ready!"

The next time you see Amit, you are dressed in a semi-transparent bodice with long, sheer sleeves that puff at your shoulders. Your bodice and sleeves are embellished with sparkling details that shimmer in the light. The neckline of your bodice forms a deep V-shape, outlined with a glowing, neon trim that forms a choker around your neck. The fabric is adorned with glittering, sequined patterns that cover your chest.

Luna had given you a headpiece with luminous, crystalline structures resembling leaves and branches, with bright points of light at the tips. Your earrings, necklace, and choker are also illuminated, seamlessly blending with the glowing theme.

"Wow," you say, taking your own breath. "This is beautiful, Luna."

"Thanks," she giggles. "I made it myself."

When you step away from the mirror, you look at Luna whose outfit is equally beautiful.

Her makeup has glowing, iridescent pink and purple eyeshadow that extends beyond her eyelids, creating a starry, sparkling look around her eyes. Her cheeks have a luminous pink blush with the same starry, glittery look as the eyeshadows. Her lips are glossy with an ombre effect, transitioning from a darker edge to a lighter center. Her septum piercing also compliments the subtle highlight on her nose and cupid's bow.

Her outfit is the image of a fanciful and vibrant piece of clothing, with a bright pink, ruffled material. The garment has a sheer quality with a corset-style lacing in the front. She also has several choker necklaces including one that has a cross pendant. They all have gemstones that match the colors in her makeup and dress. It's a perfectly put-together piece that compliments her beautifully.

Amit's jaw drops when he sees the two of you, his eyes lingering on your dress. "W-wow. You both look so amazing!"

"I know, right?!" Luna giggles, pulling you close to her but still being careful not to smudge your makeup. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah," he grins. "Shit, I must be the luckiest guy in the world."

"You definitely are," Luna winks.

You can't help but smile as the three of you sneak out of the castle and walk towards the forbidden forest. When you arrive at the location far away from the school's entrance, you enter a clearing in the forest that is booming with music. You can hardly hear your own thoughts as Luna takes you by the hand and begins dragging you through a sea of people.

"How the hell does this not get shut down?" you shout at your friends once they stop to catch their breaths.

"It's got a sound barrier," Amit explains to you. "Besides, we're pretty sure that the professors are already aware that it's a tradition so they don't tend to bother."

"Look, there's drinks and games over there," Luna shouts, pointing in the direction. "We should check it out!"

The three of you head in the direction of a long white table with a black cauldron resting on top. The smell of something delicious makes your stomach growl.

Luna grins as she grabs three cups and pours each of you a glass of the cold liquid. She then hands one to you and one to Amit. "Try it!"

"What is it?" you ask, sniffing the steam rising from the cup. Whatever it is, it smells like the most wonderful thing in the world.

"Wizard's Sangria," Luna smiles at you as she raises the cup to her lips. You do the same, the two of you drinking the contents at the same time. "It's good right?"

"Yeah," you beam at her, your cheeks feeling hot all of a sudden as you look at her. "What's in it?"

"Sangria, vodka, berries, and oranges," Amit tells you as he looks down at the drink.

"What's wrong, Amit? Feeling shy?" Luna giggles.

"Wait? That's it? Then why is it called Wizard's Sangria? I'm pretty sure back home that's just a Vodka Sangria," you shrug.

"Uh, well," Amit mutters. "There's also Amortentia?"

"Amortentia?" you hum. "What's that? Some kind of potion?"

"It's a love potion," Luna giggles as she nudges you in the side, causing goosebumps to course down your body.

"What? Why would someone-"

"To get some," Luna chuckles. "I'm sure there's a lot of broken hearts and jealous boyfriends at this school."

"Why would they put it in the punch though?"

"To get everyone to loosen up a bit," Amit rolls her eyes. "It works by heightening attraction. Basically, the closer you are to the person, the stronger the effects. And since the potion is mixed with sangria, the alcohol is a lot more effective."

"And it only affects whatever person you look at first," Luna hums, and only now do you realize how close she is to you. "So, tell me, Y/N, who is the first person you saw after taking the first sip?"

"Well, it was..." you gulp. Has Luna always been so beautiful? It's seriously hard not to stare at her. You feel your heart skip a beat as she moves her lips closer to yours.

"Y/N?" she says your name again.

"Um," you stammer, looking over her shoulder. "I think it was some random person. I don't know."

"Really? Cause you're the first person that I looked at," she grins mischievously.

"Oh," you gasp, looking down at her lips. You feel your body temperature rise as her lips draw even closer.

"Y/N!" another voice calls out. You quickly snap out of the trance you seem to be in to see Garreth waving as he walks your way. "Hey, how's it going?!" he asks all three of you.

"Good," Luna and Amit reply, but you remain quiet as you watch him pour a cup of Wizard's Sangria into a plastic cup.

Luna winks at you before linking her arm with Amit's. "Y/N, we'll let you two talk. We'll be nearby if you need us, okay? Text me if you need anything."

"Yeah, thanks," you smile at her subconsciously as you watch them walk away.

"How's your night going?" Garreth grins after taking a sip of his drink, causing you to do the same to help relax your nerves.

"Alright," you smile back at him.

Garreth, with a sly grin, leans in and says, "Well to me it looks like this party just got a lot more interesting since you're here. Care to dance?"

"I'm all for making the night interesting," you grin as Garreth extends his arm out to you. After the two of you toss out your newly emptied drinks, he leads you to the middle of the crowd. The next thing you know, a fast-paced song is playing and everyone is moving around you. As your body follows the rhythm of the music, Garreth's hands are suddenly on your waist. Your heart skips a beat when you realize it.

"Is this alright?" he whispers low in your ear.

"Yes," you reply, placing your arms around his neck. "This is great."

As you dance, you allow your body to relax against Garreth. Time feels as though it's suddenly stopped as you lose yourself in the music. Before you know it, the two of you are face-to-face, your lips only centimeters apart.

"Y/N," he calls to you softly.

But before you can reply, another voice calls out to him instead. "Garreth!" you hear, only to look over and see Oliver Nott pushing his way through the crowd towards the two of you.

Serpents and Roses

A/N: How I imagine you and Luna looking :) First pic is Luna. 2, 3, 4 are versions of how I imagine Y/N.

Serpents and Roses

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of-twilight-and-moonshadow · 1 year

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Intro to: Phoenix

I mentioned that I was in the process of creating Emery's enemy/rival/frenemy for Dark Angel of the Bullet Club, and I was finally able to finish the profile and do a collage for her. These two... they're yin and yang, I swear. So, without further ado;

@moxxieswitchblade @summertimefun1982 @himbos-hotline @blxxckheart @pleasantpastels @regalbanshee

Potential Warnings: Mentions of terrible childhood? Foster care? Group Homes? Abandonment

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Name: Phoenix Grace Costanzo Nickname: Nix, Nixxie Born: May 25, 1991

From: Seaford, Delaware Heritage: Half American, Half Italian (Father: Stephano Costanzo / Mother: Sofia Van Laren)

Hair Color: Auburn Eye Color: Hazel Height: 5’4 Weight: 132 lbs

Small Bio: Sofia had taken a trip to Italy, provided by her job, to help make connections and strengthen current investors’ relationships with the company. There, she met Stephano, and it was a whirlwind relationship. Lasted only five weeks, and when she left, they opted to stay in touch. Two months after returning to the States, Sofia realized she was pregnant and, at the urging of her friend, told Stephano about the baby. He was happy, which surprised her. He obtained a five-year VISA and relocated to Delaware to be a part of both their lives and help raise the baby. Several times, he had asked Sofia to marry him, but each time she said no. Marriage was not something she wanted—ever. Neither were kids, so after Phoenix was born and without telling Stephano, she had her tubes tied. Eventually, Stephano grew tired of her being distant from him, refusing to marry him, and not wanting to be a family. Shortly after Phoenix’s 4th birthday, Stephano packed up and left, returning to Italy and putting his child in his past. It didn’t stop him from caring, though, as he would call and talk to Phoenix on the phone periodically, despite Sofia not wanting it to happen.

Some behavior issues started arising after Phoenix turned 12, and just before her 13th birthday, Sofia walked out and never returned home. By that time, though- Phoenix was used to it. She would cook, clean, and take care of herself anyway since Sofia was never home and never wanted to take care of Phoenix to begin with. A few months after she turned 13, with her mother having been gone for two months, Phoenix got into enough trouble that the cops were called, and she was escorted home. That’s when they realized there was no one there, no parent to take care of her. Sofia was gone, completely missing without a trace, and no father was listed on Phoenix’s birth certificate.

Police had no choice but to put her into foster care, but her behavior only worsened with threats of violence, suicidal thoughts/attempts, and serious mood outbursts. After nine failed fosters in barely a year’s time, the courts opted to put her in a Group Home instead. Her main issue with the foster families was that she didn’t want the pity, the false love, and didn’t believe that anyone could actually care about her- since her own family hadn’t. (Her father had also not contacted her in almost two years by now). Luckily, it was here that things seemed to turn around for Phoenix, as one of the ladies in the Home—Deidre Garret—seemed to be determined to help her, to break down her walls, and to get her to trust again. With some Anger Management lessons, Individual therapy, and behavior programs, Deidre was able to get Phoenix past her anxiety, lack of trust, distancing issues, social issues, and behavior issues. By the time she was 17, Phoenix was a normal teenage girl. Her grades in school had turned around, was on track to graduate high school, and she was getting in amazing athletic shape. To celebrate each victory and each milestone, Deidre took Phoenix to wrestling shows, both Indy and WWE ones, as she knew how much Phoenix liked wrestling.

And that’s where it all begins.

Favorite Wrestlers Growing Up: Chyna, Edge, Jeff Hardy, Kane, Lita, Mick Foley, Trish Stratus, Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Chris Benoit

First Wrestling Crush: Edge, Lita

Debuts/Years In Wrestling: > CZW (Combat Zone Wrestling): June 1st, 2009 – May 24th 2011 > Evolve: May 1st 2010 – May 19th 2011 > PWG (Pro Wrestling Guerilla): Feb 21st 2010 – June 5th 2011 > WXW (Westside Xtreme Wrestling): Mar 13th 2011 – Apr 10th 2011 > OVW (Ohio Valley Wrestling): Nov 2nd 2010 – Apr 10th 2011 > FCW/NXT: June 24th 2011 – Jan 1st 2013 Oct 17th 2017 - Dec 20th 2020 (returned to NXT) > WWE: January 7th 2013 – March 8th 2022 > WWE Raw: January 7th 2013 > WWE Smackdown: April 26th 2013 Dec 21st 2020 (redebut after 2nd stint in NXT) > AEW: May 2nd 2023 - current

Wrestling Style: Mixed. High Flying, strong/hard hitting, technical, not afraid to go extreme/violent

Who is Like Family to Her? Jon Moxley, Roman Reigns, Uso’s, Dusty Rhodes, Eddie Kingston

Who has she known the longest? Jon Moxley, Adam Cole, Chuck Taylor, Eddie Kingston

Who would she like to meet in the business? She’s met a GREAT deal of people already, but people she wishes she had met include Chris Benoit and Eddie Guerrero. She’d love to meet NJPW’s Bullet Club members (all of them that she hasn’t already met)

Hobbies: writing, playing games, traveling, collecting currency from other countries, collecting gems/crystals

If she couldn’t wrestle anymore, she would: Travel, be a travel blogger, etc.

Languages known: Moderate Italian

Secrets of Hers: > Not much of a secret, just not talked about often. She’s Heteroflexible (strong preference for people of the opposing sex, sporadic preference for people of the same sex) / bisexual with a lean towards men. > Also likes older and younger, has an affinity for people with blue eyes > Accents make her knees weak > While she plays it off like she doesn’t care, she would actually like to know why her mother left her and would like to get back into contact with her dad

Phobias: > Autophobia (fear of being alone) > Lilapsophobia (fear of Tornadoes and hurricanes) > Lockiophobia (fear of childbirth) > Not Fear—but hates storms (because its closely related to tornadoes and hurricanes)

Number of Tattoos: 6 (1 on upper left shoulder, 1 on right forearm, 1 on left forearm, 1 on upper right arm, 1 on right outer thigh, and 1 on lower left leg)

Number of Piercings: 7 (3 in Right ear, 2 in Left ear, and snake bite lower lip)

Any History of Broken Bones: Collarbone x2 (Ages 12, 19), wrist fracture, ankle fracture, Forearm fracture, Jones Fracture (foot bone), broken wrist, broken nose

Any Injuries from Wrestling: > Collarbone (late 2010) > Multiple Lacerations and Abrasions (2010-2011) 4 of them needing more than seven stitches > Broken Nose (2011) > Wrist Fracture (2011) > Forearm Fracture (2013) > Broken Wrist (2013) > Concussion (2013) > Ankle Fracture (2017) > Jones Fracture (2020)

Wrestlers She Has Dated/Been in a Relationship with at Some point in her career: > 2011-2013: Seth Rollins, Corey Graves, Drew McIntyre, Tyler Breeze, Justin Gabriel > 2014-2016: Dolph Ziggler, Cesaro, Finn Balor, Baron Corbin > 2017-2019: Kyle O’Reilly, Marcel Barthel, Mark Andrews, Joe Coffey, Damian Priest

#njpw #wwe #world wrestling entertainment #all elite wrestling #dark angel of the bullet club #OC #Original Female Character #OC Phoenix #imagine #fanfiction #pro wrestling #meet the original character #NXT #Raw #Smackdown #Dynamite #OC Rivals Emery and Phoenix #Frenemies Emery and Phoenix

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starsandskies · 4 years

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OTP Tag Game

Tagged by @simonxriley, @ja-crispea, @spicevalleys, @sharky-broshaw, @warlock-enthusiast , and @returnofthepd3 ♥ Thank you so much!

Tagging: @briarfox13, @slothssassin, @liaorban, @rpgwarrior4824, @agentkatie, @andrastini, @outranks, @seedsplease, @naromoreau, @teamhawkeye, @theknifegame, @schoute, @gugle1980, @guileandgall, @ma-sulevin, @minilev, @refinedstorage, @trialandseed, @noonvvraith, @chuckhansen, @illusivesoul, @queen-scribbles, and anyone who wants to do this!

I already did this for Jacob and Dawn a while ago, so this time I’ll pick some of my other OTPs.

Rules: Bold the themes that apply to your ship and italicize the theme of it’s one-sided.

Hazel Trevelyan & Garrett Hawke

height difference / mutual pining / first kiss / wedding / in-jokes / lgbtq+ / family disapproves / would die for each other / would kill for each other / fake relationship / arranged wedding / cuddlers / pda friendly / and they were roommates / holding hands / secret relationship / opposing worldviews / getting a pet / have kids / want kids / grow old together / relationship failures / rests head on shoulder / share a bed / relationship doubts / they have a song / first date / sharing a blanket / mutual interests / study buddies / bathing together / crash into hello / accidental nudity / laundry / same hobbies / cooking for each other / big fancy gala / sibling rivalry / hair stroking / sitting on each other’s laps / sexual tension / can’t be together / battle couple / Friends to Lovers / Enemies to Lovers / Lovers to Enemies / keeping secrets / love after loss / exes / declaration of love / flirting / love triangle / destructive romance / envy / “I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship” / shared values / slow burn / does not end well / happily ever after / love letters

Yriel & Iorveth

height difference / mutual pining / first kiss / wedding / in-jokes / lgbtq+ / family disapproves / would die for each other / would kill for each other / fake relationship / arranged wedding / cuddlers / pda friendly / and they were roommates / holding hands / secret relationship / opposing worldviews / getting a pet / have kids / want kids / grow old together / relationship failures / rests head on shoulder / share a bed / relationship doubts / they have a song / first date / sharing a blanket / mutual interests / study buddies / bathing together / crash into hello / accidental nudity / laundry / same hobbies / cooking for each other / big fancy gala / sibling rivalry / hair stroking / sitting on each other’s laps / sexual tension / can’t be together / battle couple / Friends to Lovers / Enemies Rivals to Lovers / Lovers to Enemies / keeping secrets / love after loss / exes / declaration of love / flirting / love triangle / destructive romance / envy / “I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship” / shared values / slow burn / does not end well / happily ever after / love letters

Alannah & Eskel

#hazel trevelyan #yrieloc #alannathewitch #<3 #hazel and garret #yriel and iorveth #alannah and eskel

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whotookquiche · 6 years

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Redraws PART 3

#i really love doing these #voltron #pjo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #leo valdez hazel levesque #calypso #lance mcclain #allura #pidge gunderson #hunk garret #digital art #screenshot redraw #artists on tumblr #quiche's art

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ironmanfridgemagnet · 2 years

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Sitting On The Shelf - Marcus White x Reader

Part 3 - Shots And Salsa

SOTS Masterlist

"All right, I like this. When I say cloud, you say nine. Cloud!" Glenn cheered, a round of 'nine' coming from the group you stood within. How he was so energetic so early beat you.

Glenn's words faded into the background as you thought of the warm cup of glorious coffee that awaited you once you could escape back to the break room.

"This chant seems a little on the long side." Jonah commented from behind you where he stood with his arms folded across his chest.

"Gets longer every year." Complained Garret despite his lack of even trying to amuse Glenn by participating.

"When I first started here, we would just put our hands in the middle and go, "Yay."" Amy added, a short laugh bubbling out as she spoke, though it was quickly covered with a gentle cough.

"Yeah I started here four years ago and even back then it was so much shorter. It ended after 'when I say Cloud, you say nine!'" You rolled your eyes at how much the chant had increased in such a short time - you dreaded to think how long it would be by the end of the year alone.

You drowned out the rest of the chant, instead choosing to look around at all your co-workers. In the amount of time you'd worked here you'd seen many come, and many go - yet the same few seemed drawn here. No number of new faces could drown out those that made the pillars of the Ozark Highlands Cloud 9.

Except for the tuft of hazel brown hair that appeared over the side of the crowd in front of Glenn. You couldn't tear your eyes away from what little you could see from within the crowd. However, Jonah tugging harshly on your arm caused you to tumble back into reality. Who was that?

"Before we open, I need a volunteer to hand out samples of the new Cloud 9 brand salsa, Señor Cloud." Glenn announced looking around the group before him, his gaze, strangely, lingering longer on Amy.

"Yes, right here. I'll do it." Mateo exclaimed, waving his hand on the air to grab Glenn's attention.

"Yes, perfect, and I don't mean just because you're Mexican." Oh.

"I'm actually Filipino." Mateo responded, clearly confused, and a bit hurt by Glenn's assumption.

"Okay, let's consider all our options. Um, Amy, I've got a feeling this is right up your alley." Of course. You knew Glenn was trying to pick on Amy, just so he could use her ancestry as acceptance.

As Glenn and Amy argued over if it was right for her to host the salsa stand, you tried to sneak glances at the tall man who stood on the opposite side of the group as you. When did he start working here? Surely you'd remember someone so tall?

"I could do it." Jonah offered, in complete seriousness, his stark response breaking YIU from your search.

"That'd be hilarious. You should dress like a matador." Dina chocked out, a laugh filling her words.

"Honestly, it's fine. It beats a day of dressing room duty." Carmen added, clearly deciding to take ahold of the salsa stand for the day. As the other Latina in the store, you'd assumed Glenn would've asked her to do it sooner or later.

"Thank you. Think fast! Mexico hat!" Glenn said throwing a sombrero at Carmen, it hitting her square in the chest, the look on her face showing she clearly regretted taking up this opportunity already.

As Garret began to move away to customer service, asking you to join him, you tried to take once last glance at the mysterious man only to find him no where to be seen. Hmm.

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"Attention, Cloud 9 shoppers, be sure to stop by grocery for a free sample of Señor Cloud salsa. And in Pharmacy, get yourself a flu shot, available in medium, mild, ay-yi-yi picante, and I'm almost positive that was written down wrong." Garrets progressive realisation made you laugh hard from where you sat next to him on the customer service counter.

"You change my announcements here doll?" He asked, hiding the smile that was beginning to form on his face.

"I don't know? Did I Gare?" You questioned, sending Garret your most innocent of smiles.

"Anywayyy," you continued, leaning back to look a Garret. "Did you notice that new guy at morning announcements today?"

"New guy? I don't think we've had any new hires recently baby girl. Though it sure seems you noticed him." Garrets laughed as his finished his sentence sending you a flirtatious wink as he did.

"Ew, gross, no! He was just super tall; kind of hard to miss really." Garrets raised eyebrow told you he didn't believe what you were saying, even though it was the truth! It's not your fault you couldn't not look at the tuft of brown hair that towered above the rest of the crowd.

"Well, i haven't seen anyone new today; but I'll let you know if I do." Garret sent you a small smile as he moved to grab a stack of envelopes from the counter behind you.

"Well thanks anyway." You replied, quickly jumping down from your space on the counter top and heading out into the depths of the store in search of the tall, brown haired man.

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"She is from Kansas City. Why is she talking like Speedy Gonzales? I should say something to her." Amy said after hearing Carmen put on a heavy Spanish accent to sell the salsa.

"Absolutely not. Do not get involved in things that don't concern you." Garret said from beside you, shaking his head at Amy.

"People here are quicksand. They will suck you in." You continued, folding your arms across your chest and looking at Amy also.

"So you're saying never help anyone?" Jonah asked, judging you and Garret as his eyes flickered between the two of you.

"I'm saying don't help anyone in this store. Within these walls, helping is quicksand." Garret reaffirmed, trying to show Jonah how different the two things were.

"You know, it's funny that you mention walls. Because that summer that I spent doing Habitat for Humanity, I was literally building, what?" Jonah stopped speaking as he registered the glares he was receiving from the three of you.

"You know, you find ways to work that into conversation a lot." Amy confessed, sighing at Jonah's shocked expression. Surely he realised how often he mentioned it.

"Dude, I try not to say words like "hammer" or "roof" when I'm around you." You added, letting out a short laugh as you looked at Jonah's still shocked expression.

"One time you got there from Hugh Laurie." Garret added causing you to let out another laugh, Jonah sending you a stern look at you did.

"Look, my point is, there are people who do nothing and there are people who do something, and I am one of those people." Jonah always seemed to pride himself on his 'selflessness,' but you knew damn well one day it would get him stuck in a really bad position - it probably already had.

"Excuse me. Sir, is there something I can help you with?" Jonah asked walking closer to Tate from pharmacy - oh that man was a whole can of worms waiting to be opened.

"Really? Uh, wow, yes, uh, thank you so much. Oh, that's great. So, uh, just stack 'em in the Pharmacy, and then there's gonna be a few more loads in the trucks." Jonah's selflessness had got the better of him, you knew this would only be the beginning of his long day helping Tate.

As Jonah walked away to help Tate carry the boxes over to Pharmacy, you turned to Amy, grabbing her by her wrist.

"Hey Ames, do we have a new guy?" You asked, hoping that she would be able to answer who the tall, hazel haired man in the meeting this morning was.

"Um, I don't think so y/n, I'll keep my eye out- I'm going to go say something." Amy's words were cut short as she walked away to speak to Carmen about her salsa selling.

You'd just have to figure this one out by yourself.

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"Hey Jonah... uh Tate. Can I ask you guys something?" You asked as you walked up to the pharmacy counter, leaning against it gently.

"Hello gorgeous, what brings you over to my neck of the woods this beautiful day?" Tate's words grossed you out, a visible shiver rolling through your body - Jonah placing a comforting hand on your lower back in response, which sort of surprised you.

Since Jonah had started working here, he'd always been sweet to you, but this was a bit sweeter than other times. He was caring, unapologetically himself and funny in the strangest of ways.

"Oh, uh, I just wanted to ask if you guys have heard we have a new hire? Cause I keep seeing this really tall guy around and-"

"Really tall and handsome? Are you sure you weren't thinking of little ole me?" Tate asked, his words sending another shiver down your spine. Why was he so flirty all of the time?

"I didn't say handsome? And no, I've never seen this dude before - he has to be new." You were adamant he was a new hire, this would be your hill to die on if necessary.

"No y/n, there's no new hires today - Glenn would've mentioned it this morning." Jonah was right. Maybe he wasn't a new hire - but surely you would've noticed someone of such stature before.

"Okay, well, thanks anyway guys." With a quiet sigh you pushed yourself away from the counter, and Jonah's comforting warmth, in hopes of finding your mystery man.

"Come again any time beautiful." Tate shouted after your retreating form, him turning to talk to Jonah about how he was definitely winning you over.

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After wandering the store for most of the day looking for your mysterious man, it had been to no avail. Despite searching in every crack and crevice of the store you could think of, you'd still not managed to catch another glimpse of the man from this mornings meeting. luckily, an "emergency" meeting had been called - for all cloud nine employees - so hopefully he would be easy to spot now.

As you walked into the breakroom, you scanned the room for the man you'd seen this morning. But as you walked closer, and closer, to your seat next to Garret, no one new stood out to you. Damn it.

"Nice work on those spreadsheets, Laquisha. Racism, you hear a lot about it, but what is it, really? Over the next 60 minutes We are gonna take a journey through time and race." Oh God, not another racism lecture.

"Thanks a lot, guys. When I woke up this morning, I was hoping to learn about racism from a white lady." Garret said, sarcasm lacing his words - you'd seen one too many of these lectures in your time at cloud 9.

"Who's fault is it I'm watching it this time?" You let out a long and deep groan, letting your head fall back, away from the screen. Despite the fact your question was rhetorical, Garret muttered an answer to you.

"I heard that Amy ruined Carmen's whole Salsa thing - she said something about how it was all fake; I think Karmen even broke her arm." What.

"Wait, what? She broke her arm? Amy made Carmen brake her arm?" While wandering around the store it'd be quite hard to just miss something like that - were you really so caught up in your own doing to not notice such commotion?

"Well, Honestly, I'm not sure if it was her arm, but an ambulance was called, so, I think that says enough." Garrets response left you frustrated, Amy didn't have it in her to hurt someone; surely this whole thing was a big miscommunication?

As the video finally came to an end, Glenn stood to speak to the crown gathered in the breakroom. "I think if there is any takeaway from today, it's this - anyone can be a racist. Anyone."

"Okay, yes, I should not have done that impression, but I want to be clear that I was not being racist. I was making a comment about racism." Amy spoke in response to Glenn's words, her face scrunched in frustration.

"Well, yes, personally I'm not a fan of racist comments, so..." Mateo said, turning his head away from Amy as he smirked.

"No, it's not what... I was exaggerating on purpose to make a point." Amy replied, groaning in frustration at Mateo's words - while what had happened was not a reflection of how she felt on the subject inside, it had still happened.

"Parody. She was making a joke about racism, I think." You continued in Amy's defence; while you didn't think Amy needed to try and stop Carmen, you could understand where she was coming from and why she did what she did.

"Well, are racist jokes okay again? Did you hear the one about the Jewish bird?" Dina asked, a wide smile forming on her face as she folded her arms across her chest. As Amy gave up on discussing the subject any longer, Garret spoke up: "Ooh, fun fact. The dude that voiced MC Cool Cloud committed suicide in 1994."

"No." Glenn said, a deep frown forming on his face at the news that had just been broken to him.

"That makes sense." Dina added, nodding her head at the news; her reaction very different to Glenn's.

"We also need to remember that helping people just because they're white is almost as bad as discriminating against them if they're not white." Glenn said, nodding his head as he spoke, fully believing what he was saying.

"It's exactly as bad." Garret replied in confusion, his eyebrows raising at Glenn's words.

As the room argued about whether racism was as bad as ageism, you took the opportunity to look around the breakroom, however, the tall man from this morning was still no where to be found - wasn't this mean to be a meeting for all employees of cloud nine? "Okay, let's get back out there, and, uh, let's remember, "Colour blind is colour kind." Thank you!" Glenn concluded, walking towards Amy to presumably reprimand her actions further.

"Hey, y/n, you coming? Cheyenne and I are going to round up carts in the parking lots by trying to get the racoons to ride them into the bays. I like seeing them fight each other." Mateo asked, Cheyenne stood closely behind him, ready to leave for the parking lot.

"As fun as that sounds, I really need to speak to Dina. But I will come out and join you in a little while - save one for me?" With a curt not from Mateo, he and Cheyenne sped out of the breakroom in an exciting dash for the parking lot racoons.

"Hey, Dina, can I speak to you for a second?" You asked apprehensively. Though you knew you could go to Dina if you needed to, it didn't make you any less scared about doing it.

"Of course y/n, what's up? Has Sal been bothering you again? He's like a praying Vulture readying to swoop down from the warehouse and steal my precious dove to kill and feat on." As she spoke, Dina's fist tightened at her side and her jaw hardened.

"No, uh, no, Sal's not - its not that. I just have a question for you, um, about the staff here." Dina's shoulders became less tense as you spoke, reassured that Sal wasn't creeping on you.

"Oh, of course y/n, out of everyone here I'm probably the most qualified for that - so you've definitely come to the right person." Dina let out a small, unforced, smile at you as her ego grew at the fact you'd come to her over anyone else for information.

"Have we had any new hires recently/ Because I saw-" Before you could finish speaking, Dina interrupted you.

"No we've not had a new hire for a while now, Y/n, so rest assured whatever you saw wasn't a new employee, it was probably Hannah W. She got a new haircut and looks very different; if you know what I mean." Despite not knowing what she meant, you gave a fearful nod in response, choosing to try and end the conversation before you really regretted asking - more than you currently did.

"Well, thanks anyway Dina." With an unusual smirk filling her face, Dina turned and left the breakroom, glad she could help you in her own unique way.

Amy huffed as she pulled her hand away from her forehead, Glenn having dashed out of the room in search of something. "You okay Ames?"

"No. Glenn wants me to replace Carmen as the salsa salesman, because its my fault she's gone." Her response caused you to let out a stark laugh, both of you headed out of the breakroom and towards the store floor.

"I imagine your day is going much better than mine." Amy said, linking arms with you as you walked and talked.

"I mean, I'm stilling looking for the stranger from this mornings meetings; however everyone I've spoken to says there's no new people. Maybe I'm going crazy." Amy sent you a concerned look as you spoke, after everything that had happened, the last thing she wanted was to see you start doubting any part of yourself.

"I'll have a look for you y/n, but I can't guarantee anyone will come up." She squeezed your arm as she spoke, her words helping to reassure you. At the end of the day there would be a reasonable explanation for all of this confusion.

"As for right now, I'm going to join Mateo and Chey in the parking lot." You chose to ignore Amy's look of concern,

"Well, I better go find that sombrero. I'll see you later Chiquita!" She said, pointing a clumsy set of finger guns in your direction as she walked off into the store. You couldn't help but let out a loud laugh at her actions; once the laughter left your lungs you let out a deep breath, tension dissolving from your body, you carried on into the carpark.

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"Attention, shoppers, it is 2:00. All associates working the morning shift, it is time for you to leave. If you are leaving, I hope you learned that no good deed goes unpunished, but, also, no matter how bad a day you had, at the end of your shift you get to clock out and leave the job at the door. Anyway, this does not pertain to most of you, so green beans are on sale for 89¢."

You handed Garret his phone back after he finished speaking, "I sent you the video i took of Mateo getting chased by one of the parking lot racoons, by the way. I thought it'd be something you'd enjoy."

"You would be absolutely correct in thinking that doll, you know me so well." A wide grin took over his features as he spoke, touched by the fact you did know him so well.

"Well, I best be going, time to clock out - and I shouldn't leave Amy waiting." As you pushed yourself off of the customer service counter, Garret questioned your words.

"Amy's giving you a lift again?" Shit. In a rush to head to your locker, get your things, and leave, you'd not thought about your words. As time went on it got harder and harder to keep such a secret from the people you spent almost everyday of your life with. Especially Garret.

"Oh, uh, yeah. I lost my bus pass and she said she didn't mind, 'cause, uh, I can't afford another one yet." You hated lying to Garret, but you weren't ready to talk about what had happened yet - he already knew how your mom had treated you when you lived at her house, and if he knew she'd kicked you out, God only knows how he would react.

"Okay doll, if you say so. Well, I'll see you tomorrow." With a small smile sent in Garrets direction, you left the customer service counter, headed straight for the breakroom.

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After grabbing your jacket and bag from your locker, you waved goodbye to Mateo and Cheyenne who were sat eating around one of the tables, turning to walk out of the breakroom. The vibration in your back pocket caused you to pull out your phone, the screen lighting up with a message from Amy.

Ames <33 | Hey Chiquita, you on your way? I'm out by the car :)

As you struggled to type while walking and holding your bag, you navigated your way from the back to the front of the store, pressing send as you reached the exit door.

Y/n :) | I'm on my way Ames, just leaving now <3

Walking out the doors into the parking lot, you began to put your phone away, suddenly you crashed into a firm chest. As you lost your footing, you prepared yourself to hit the stony floor, however, the collision with the ground never came; two large hands held you up firmly by the waist, a blush filling your cheeks.

"Oh my God, I am so, so sorry. I should really watch where I'm going." Letting out a nervous giggle, you slowly began to look up at your saviour, only to be met with the stunning realisation that this was him.

"It's no worry, I'm happy for a pretty lady to bump into me at any time." As you spoke one of his hands came up to brush against the back of his head, leaving you to scramble out of his careful grasp, standing up straight.

"Oh, um, thank you, but I'm still sorry for bumping into you - I really should watch where I'm going, God knows one day - with my luck - I'll walk into traffic, or something." You let out a short laugh, rubbing your arm anxiously.

"Well, hopefully I'm there that time to stop you also." He flashed you a toothy smile, it lighting up his face and filling you with a strange sense of warmth.

"I'm y/n." You said, sticking your hand out for him to shake.

"Lovely to meet you, y/n. I'm Marcus." Oh. Marcus. For a mysterious man, he surely had a normal name - not that you didn't like it because you certainly did.

"Well, I best be going, I've got to grab some stuff, but hopefully I will see you around y/n." And with that he left, your eyes following his retreating figure as he did, glad to know who your mysterious man was, and that his face was much nicer than his hair.

After coming to your senses, you ran over to Amy's car, scrambling into the passenger seat, and yanking your seatbelt in attempt to plug it in. Despite your numerous attempts, the belt wouldn't come further than a couple of inches from its socket, causing you to let out a deep sigh of frustration.

"Woah, y/n, honey, take a deep breath. The seat belt wont come out if you pull it too quickly. What's wrong?" Amy's words soothed you enough to let you stop tugging on it and gently pull it out, clicking it into the buckle.

"I found him, the guy I saw this morning. He's called Marcus." You took in a deep breath after you spoke, closing your eyes, trying to get the tension out of your body after such an awkward first encounter.

"Marcus? Marcus White?" Amy asked, turning to look at you as she put the car into reverse and pulled out of her parking spot.

"I don't know! I bumped into him and he caught me - I was far to embarrassed to look at him at first, let alone ask him for his full name." You replied to her question, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Well, if it is, that would explain why you've never met him before. He works the afternoon shift most of the time and he started about a month ago." As Amy spoke it felt like everything in the puzzle of who he was fell into place.

"Now that makes sense! It would explain why I've never seen him before, and why nobody thought he was a new hire, cause he's not." You sank back in your seat as Amy pulled out of the cloud nine parking lot.

"Well enough about me, how did the salsa selling go Ames." Turning to Amy you watched her grimace at your question, her eyes still firmly on the road ahead of her.

"Oh shush, it went horribly, Carmen walked in as me and Mateo finished our 'traditional Spanish dance'." Letting out a laugh you held your arm across your stomach - of course it had gone badly, you just wanted to hear Amy say it.

"I heard Dina singing on my way to the car, she has a pretty beautiful voice, very elegant." Sinking further down into the cushioned seat of the car, you let out a yawn. Turning to Amy as she pulled up at a set of traffic lights, you began to speak, "So, do you still need me to attend Emma's parents evening?"

"Please, if you don't mind, I've just been so busy lately, and I could really use it y/n."

"Of course Ames, of course I can." With a kind smile shared between the two of you, the lights turned green, causing Amy to turn back to the road and put her foot down on the gas, you beginning to quietly hum along to the song playing on the radio.

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Hey guys! I'm working on trying to get a more consistent update schedule and as I'm on half term (kind of like spring break) I'm hoping I can prewrite the next few chapter :)

So this was the first introduction of Marcus! I didn't really want to wait any longer to introduce him so I'm hoping we can help build his character over the next few chapters.

Please give me any feedback you have! I love to make these as good as I can as a testament to my own skill, and to make my writing more enjoyable for you to read. I hope you enjoyed <3

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lucien-calore · 2 years

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• Fandoms:

Red Queen, The Riordanverse, A Court of Thorns and Roses series, The Throne of Glass Series,The Folk of The Air trilogy, Top Gun: Maverick and Harry Potter books and movies.

• Stan List:

Tiberias “Cal” Calore VII

Kilorn Warren

Lucas samos

Evangeline Samos

Elane Haven

Lucien Vanserra

Azriel

Helion Spell-Cleaver

Rhysand

Feyre Archeron

Chaol Westfall

Dorian Havilliard

Yrene Towers

Lorcan Salvaterre

Jude Duarte

Cardan Greenbriar

Larkin Gorm Garret/The Ghost

Liliver/“The Bomb”

Van/“The Roach”

Víviane “Vivi” Duarte

Draco Malfoy

Theodore Nott

Luna Lovegood

Regulus Black

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Jason Grace

Percy Jackson

Hazel Levesque

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

• Ships List:

Luzriel (Lucien Vanserra x Azriel)

Rhyscien (Lucien Vanserra x Rhysand)

Feysand (Feyre Archeron x Rhysand)

Morlain (The Morrigan x Elain Archeron)

Gwynlain (Gwyneth Berdara x Elain Archeron)

Chaorian (Chaol Westfall x Dorian Havilliard)

Chaorene (Chaol Westfall x Yrene Towers)

Malide (Manon Blackbeak x Elide Lochan)

Rowcan (Rowan Whitethorn x Lorcan Salvaterre)

Calorn (Cal Calore x Kilorn Warren)

Evare (Evangeline Samos x Mare Barrow)

Sharley (Shade Barrow x Diana Farley)

Jurdan (Jude Duarte x Cardan Greenbriar)

Ghardan (The Ghost x Cardan Greenbriar)

Vivieather (Vivi Duarte x Heather)

Dreo/Dragonott (Draco Malfoy x Theodore Nott)

Linny (Luna Lovegood x Ginny Weasley)

Narlily (Narcisa Malfoy x Lily Evans)

Jegulus (James Potter x Regulus Black)

Wolfstar (Sirius Black x Remus Lupin)

Jercy (Jason Grace x Percy Jackson)

Pipabeth (Annabeth Chase x Piper McLean )

Haziper (Hazel Levesque x Piper McLean)

Hangster/Sereshaw (Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw)

• DNI if:

You’re a Maven Calore and/or Severus Snape stan and/or apologist

You’re a Man0/rian shipper

You’re anti ANY of my favorite ships and/or characters

You’re biphobic !!!!!!!!

You’re anti Taylor Swift

You’re a person who believes Chaol Westfall and Cal Calore are straight

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iwaqchan-archive · 4 years

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author´s note; today is my husband´s birthday and honestly i´ve been working on this for a week, it´s the longest piece i´ve written up to date and wow. also i want to thank (as well as apologize omg) to @kamehamethot and @briswriting for annoying the fuck out of you for days. i love you and thank you for not kicking my ass. i would be incredibly lost without you!

everything in this post was made by me!

pairing; iwaizumi hajime x reader

word count; 1770

genre; fluff, slight angst?

requests; open

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take a look at my iwa-chan birthday edit, if you want!

His eyes stared into the colourful night, lights shining brightly across the sky, his back pressed comfortably against the glass of his garret window. The roof of his home had always been a comforting place for him, no worries would follow him here, as there was only the night and its chilly winds to think about. Time seemed nonexistent up there, as he wasn’t sure how many minutes or perhaps even hours he had spent immersed in his own thoughts, which had been keeping him up at night as of late. Not even the calm of the night and the wind sweeping through his spiky hair seemed to put his unusually frenzied mind at ease. The image of a girl with e/c eyes and the most bewitching of smiles appearing before him as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Hajime shook his head, hoping the motion would finally clear his mind of you, but as usual it merely ended up being a rather...futile attempt. His eyes cast down as he unlocked his phone, going through the various pictures in his gallery, when he stumbled upon a particularly charming one. It was a photograph of you, eyes sparkling in the sun, smile so bright it could rival any jewel and most importantly all of your attention was on him. Not on that bastard Shittykawa, like it seemed to be for these last couple of days. He probably should have known from the start, everyone always seemed to fancy Oikawa quite a lot more than they ever did him. This wasn’t something that usually got to him, at least never quite to this extent, after all he had gotten relatively used to it over the years.

Most girls he found himself enamoured with fell victim to Tōru Oikawa’s endless charm, ridiculously beautiful face and athletic genius. While many things changed in his life with time, this and the ever annoying presence of his companion seemed to be only things staying constant. Sometimes he figured he really had no right to complain, he cherished his friendship with Tōru, he truly did, but he couldn’t help feel the slightest bit of resentment towards the Grand King. He felt bland compared to him, he didn’t have an enthralling smile, a presence so grand and otherworldly or even wits to make up for his lack of charisma. Sure, he had quite a nice physique if he dared say so himself, something he had worked incredibly hard for and his skin had an olive tan that many of his peers were jealous over even if he couldn’t quite understand why. But he was still quite rough around the edges, a brute as Oikawa liked to call him and more often than not he didn’t even look approachable, especially not to girls.

With a sigh and another shake of his head, he began to climb back inside his room, the sudden warmth making tiny goosebumps appear on the naked skin of his arms and neck. He fell back onto his bed, finding his thoughts racing once again, more so than before, making him groan in utter frustration at his own dilema. Sleep won’t find him tonight, he figured as he prepared himself for another restless night.

The hallway was alive, students and teachers alike buzzing along the corridors trying to quickly make their way to the cafeteria, but not you. You on the other hand were trying to maneuver your way through the thick crowd of people, a certain destination - or rather a certain someone set in your mind. A tiny box held by your slightly shaky hands, if it was out of nervousness or fright you weren’t quite sure. But you supposed it really didn’t matter all too much, especially now with the sight of his spiky brown hair coming into view. The skin of your cheeks suddenly heated up, a rosé blush quite evident on them - you had never been so grateful for his eyes being glued to his phone. His brows were scrunched in evident concentration, and admittedly it would have been quite the adorable sight, if your heart wasn’t threatening to burst out of your chest at any moment.

“Iwaizumi-san”, the sound of your angelic voice snapping him out of his daze, eyes quickly darting towards your blush adorned face. He really couldn’t help the small smile forming once he noticed the pink hue on your cheeks, but quickly made sure to replace it with his usual poker face. “I have something I would like to give you.”, you continued, voice more quiet and unsure than usual. Your slightly shaky hands lifted, showing a small lunch box wrapped neatly with a blue sparkly band around it. It was quite endearing actually. Everything about you was, the way you refused to drop the honorific, no matter how many times he told you there really was no need for it, just because he was your senpai. Or the way your eyes seemed to sparkle whenever you got excited, the words tumbling from your lips in such a haste, it took him a lot of willpower and concentration to catch every word. There were so many things he liked about you, it would take him hours to name them all, and even then he was sure there were so many more he simply hadn’t discovered yet.

“....Oikawa.” and suddenly he was no longer in that love-struck daze, that name ringing in his ears like the drill of a whistle. Of course, that box in your hands was more than likely something you made especially for him. For Oikawa. “Oikawa?” he repeated, a bitter taste staying on his tongue after the name left his lips. “Uh..yeah..Oikawa-san?”, a sudden uncomfortable silence fell between the two of you, nervous eyes darting from his taller form to the tiny box in your hands. His eyes were narrowed, a kind of expression on his face you had never seen before, and for a split second you swore you saw a flash of hurt cross his face. “Yeah...no, thanks.”, and with a final shake of his head, he went on his way, leaving you standing by his locker, stumped and upset. Once again, your eyes found the small box still held in between your hands, wet spots littered the lid, along with the heart shaped glitter stickers you put in hopes of emphasizing your point. Guess all of that was for nothing, you thought as you dumped the box along with its contents into the nearest bin, unaware of the hazel eyes watching from the other side of the hallway.

Hajime felt miserable, he was angry, with Oikawa, with you but mostly with himself for once again thinking he had even an ounce of a chance. Obviously you would fall for his best friend, he had never met a girl who didn’t like Tooru at least a little bit. “What’s gotten you in such a sour mood, Iwaizumi?”, Mattsun questioned, clearly concerned for his friend. It wasn’t often they saw him with a scowl this big without the presence of a certain setter around, and usually this was an even bigger cause for concern. He wasn’t ready to reply, not yet anyways, but before he even had the chance to utter a reply, a sound that could only be described as a shriek filled his ears. “IWA-CHAN!” His eardrums will have permanent damage, he was absolutely certain of it as the setter all but stormed up to the table he was currently sitting at. “Why did you make Y/N-chan cry?”, the taller male practically seethed at him, a look so angry it could even rival his own signature scowl. A lump formed in his throat, did he really make you cry? “Y/N-chan and I spent so much time making you that stupid tofu, only for you to be so mean to her? She even threw it away!” He let his friend ramble on, the weight of his actions slowly sinking in, that box had been his all along. Truly, he was an absolute moron, if he had only listened to you properly instead of falling into one of his daydreams. Without uttering a single word, he stood up from his seat and dashed out of the cafeteria, dead set on making it right this time.

He found you in your classroom, head caged between your arms as you cried silently. The lump in his throat only growing tighter, his steps small and silent as he moved to the seat in front of your desk. You were alerted of his presence when you heard the scratching of the chair against the wooden floor, his eyes sharp as ever, staring at your admittedly crestfallen form. “I’m sorry, Shittykawa told me...I thought you made it for him.” Made it for Oikawa? You weren’t quite sure if you heard him right, his voice was unusually quiet, missing it’s confidence and authority. “No, i asked him for help. It was supposed to be a surprise for you, Iwaizumi-san.”

Now he really felt awful, your bright eyes peering up at him, small hands wiping away the tears staining your cheeks. Without thinking, his hand reached out, wiping a stray tear from your cheek, which in turn heated up at the softness of his gesture. Out of instinct, your eyes drifted away from his leafy-greens, the pink in your cheeks only darkening in colour. Hajime cleared his throat, straightening in his seat at the same time. “Why...uhm...did you make the food in the first place?” Uncertainty quite discernable in his voice, eyes once more finding your own. You must have looked like a tomato at this point, ears burning with utter embarrassment as you tried to stammer out a response. “I...like you.”

Green eyes widened at your statement, his lips suddenly turning upwards into a wide grin, one of his hands finding your significantly smaller one, thumb carefully stroking along your knuckles. “I...uh...like you too. And i am sorry about the tofu, perhaps I can take you out on a date? You know as..uhm...reparation?” You have never agreed faster to anything in your life.

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chasingpj · 3 years

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Ahoy!! I'm back in ur inbox lmao. N e gays here's my lil opinion on yg

First of all, I. Adore. It like no exaggeration or hyperbole its amazing. I've seen how authors make annabeth the bad guy or don't include good side relationships with other characters and u my love have done it wonderfully. KUDDOS (I don't think spelt that right but k)

So I've forgotten the no order, my bad. But i would really like nico and y/n to be besties. I love our emo boi and i would love to see a great platonic relationship with him

Also, more sibling banter!!!!!! Atticus is the definition of the brother I would like to have

Bullying percy with Thalia would be great.

And please, please, please, Atticus and Annabeth enemies to forced partners to tolerable friends to loverssss with some pushing of y/n and Percy of course.

And lastly, kinda wanna help hold the sky with Percy :)

So, here's my input, hope u recover from that stupid writers block soon cause Im hooked to this!!!

it's okay, i love seeing you in my inbox, babe <33 thank you for all your compliments 🥺 it makes me feel really good because sometimes i doubt the series.

i def didn't want to antagonize annabeth when i started writing. one of the things i realized recently is that y/n has and will have many strong male figures in her life. it just naturally happened that way, so i want to eventually emphasize her female friendships, which will be with lou (of course), eventually, annabeth, and possibly piper and hazel when the time comes.

ahh! i'm so eager to get the next chapter out because this is the first meeting between y/n, atticus, and nico! they def will have a sibling relationship. for the next three chapters, the dynamic will be y/n and atticus being the big siblings, and nico is like a little brother. there is plenty of banter between atticus and y/n in the next chapter too. As i continue writing the series, i find that i'm becoming more comfortable with atticus's and y/n's interactions. he's definitely the brother i wish i had too, haha ! and i will be using him for comedic relief. fun fact: his character and the dad is inspired by garret watts, the youtuber 😭

and you just gave me an idea for atticus and annbeth by them being forced partners! i really like that, i think i'll play with it during BOTL !!

as for the last one... it would be iconic, and i've thought about doing something like that, but i'm not sure how to incorporate it. 😭 i'll sit on it, though!

#xeni's ask box #yg by xeni

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lil-creatorwritings · 4 years

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Napoleon Birthday Prompt 2020 Day 4: Secret

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Pairing: Napoleon Bonaparte x Isabella Leatton (OC) Word Count: 1,799 words Prompt: [ dance ] / [ “I’m not going to step on you this time, you’ll see.” ] Warning: None, I guess? It is more of hurt/comfort though. A/N: Part of @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 's Napoleon Birthday Prompts 2020. Check the original post here! So, this fic was suppose to be done... 500 words ago. Or 700. I'm not sure. But the point is, my muse has gone off into a tangent again and so here we are. This wasn't suppose to be a hurt/comfort, but it had ended up that way. I was not prepared to hurt my dear Isabella like this, but the muse wants what she wants, and I cater to her whimsical ideas. I am but just a vehicle for her literary visions. Anyway, enough about that nonsense and let's get into the fic, shall we?

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It was eerily quiet. Napoleon closed the door, yawning as he made his way through the foyer. He'd woken up late today as usual, but to his surprise, it wasn't a pair of soft lips that greeted him awake. It was a gloved hand and Sebastian didn't say anything more than a greeting and that pancakes were freshly made and ready to eat downstairs.

She wasn't there in the dining room when he arrived. The others who were there didn't know where she was either, saying that they hadn't seen her this morning either. Isabella had been acting strange these past few days, avoiding him whenever he tries to spend time with her. There was always some sort of excuse that took up most of her hours, only seeing her again at dinner and before they settle down for bed. And even then she would fall asleep relatively fast, murmuring about how tired she was before drifting off on his chest.

Not only that, but it also seemed that she was hanging out with a few of the residents a bit more. Once, he spotted her speaking to Arthur with a hushed tone, cutting their conversation short as he got closer to them. There was also a time when she entered the music room, her presence making the piano keys stop in their tracks and resume only when she left. Neither of those bothered him at first, not until last night when she mentioned about her sore ankles.

Normally, he was not one to push. He knew that people would open up about it in their own time if they chose to do so. The only thing he can do in the meantime is to give support and wait until they're ready. But this was different.

What could she be working so hard for? More importantly, why is she keeping it a secret from him?

Since no one knew where she was, he started his search in the mansion. A quick sweep through the second floor revealed that she wasn't there--she would leave the door slightly open to signal where she was if someone needed to locate her. The garret was empty and so was the training hall and the thermae. By the time he finished combing through the gardens, Isaac was waiting for him by the gate to head into town together for their little school.

When they returned, the lobby was just as empty as they left Since dinner was still a few hours away, Napoleon decided to head to his room to lie down for a bit. The sound of voices from the game room didn't interest him until he heard her laughing, her words muffled from the thickness of the door.

He didn't bother to knock. What he found was rather unusual, given its occupants. Arthur was seated on the sofa with his legs crossed, a seemingly innocent bystander of the scene unfolding in the middle of the room. Isabella was in Leonardo's arms, her hand clasped in one of his and the other resting on his shoulder. The taller man's free arm was around her waist a little too snugly to his liking, an exasperated look present on his face.

Comte, who was standing close to the two, looked at him with a curious look. "Is something wrong, Napoleon?"

Resting a hand on his hip, he did his best to school his features and sound casual. "No, but I need to talk to Isabella about something if you don't mind."

"Hm, I suppose it is time for her to take a break. We can always continue later if you want." The painter reached to ruffle her hair slightly, chuckling when she pouted and ducked to get away from him.

"Geez, Leonardo! Did you have to mess up my hair like that?" She walked over to him, smoothing down her hair as she approached. "What did you nee-oh!"

Napoleon took her by the wrist and pulled her out of the room, leaving the three men behind to exchange glances. He didn't stop until they entered his room, bringing her into his arms as soon as the door was shut. She let out a surprised yelp, tilting her head over the strangeness of his actions. "Napoleon? What is it?"

Nuzzling in her neck, he took a deep breath of her scent and sighed. "I haven't seen you for days."

"That's not true. I wake you up and see you at night during dinner. We even head for bed together."

"I meant that we hadn't spent that much time with each other."

"I guess so. There's quite a bit of work to be done around the mansion."

"That's not it. I mean... it feels like you're avoiding me."

"Avoiding you? Why would I do that?"

He looked up at her, thinking the same question. "That's what I want to know. Because even when I try to catch you at a free time, you're suddenly headed somewhere else or talking to someone else about something. And the next time I saw you, you were with the other residents and having fun with them. Without me."

"It's not like we were doing anything wei--" Isabella paused, observing him before she tilted her head. "Wait. Were you... jealous?"

Ah. So that would explain the heat swirling in his chest earlier. "Don't change the subject. This isn't about me."

"I'm not trying to."

"So why are you avoiding me but acting the same with the others?"

"I'm not avoiding you nor am I favoring spending time with others over you. And that's the truth." Her eyebrows knit together as her mouth pressed into a thin line, her voice taut with restraint.

Napoleon guided her to sit on the bed, kneeling in front of her. He recognized that look on her face--it was that look she gets when she's trying to shut off her emotions. Taking a deep breath, he clasped her hands in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You know you can tell me anything, right? I know that something's troubling you." When she didn't budge, he continued. "I don't mind how long we have to stay here until you're ready. But I'm always here for you."

A quiet moment passed before she sighed, her shoulders dropping from their uptight position. She cast her gaze down on their joined hands resting on her lap, fingers idly fiddling with his. "You remember that party we were invited to a couple of days ago. The one where we danced and had almost bumped into another couple on the floor."

He nodded. It was a thank you from a nobleman that he rescued a week ago. The man was a jeweler on the way to deliver a client's commission when he was coerced into an alleyway to be robbed. He had noticed just in time to disarm the thief of his knife and took him to the nearest police station. Before he left, the man had promised to reward him with something and received a letter of invitation to the party the next day.

"When you went to talk to the nobleman, I heard a couple of women talking about how clumsy I was. It wouldn't have bothered me as much until... they started saying how it made you look awful. How they would've made for a better dance partner. How I... wasn't fit for someone like you." She swallowed, her voice faltering into a soft tone as she tightened her grip on his hands. "I told myself I'd learn how to dance properly so that... I can prove them wrong..."

Napoleon knew that there had always been a conflict in the back of her mind, something in the vein of 'being a good enough match for him', or rather, who he had been when he was still human. It was never said out loud, but there was no need--it was moments like this that spoke out for what she truly felt. She's the one who's most aware of her flaws, always trying to cover it up one way or another and fix it on her own. That sort of independence was something he admired but also detested, especially when it led her to this.

Moving up beside her, he guided her head to his chest and caressed her hair. "Isabella," he started, feeling her weight as she leaned into him, hands gripping on his shirt. "it doesn't matter what other people think or say. The only thing I care about is you and I'll always love you for who you are."

She trembled in his embrace, overcome with the meaning of his words. To whose standards is she not right for him, he will never know, because the sole opinion that mattered to him was his own. He loves her entire being, faults included, and she loves him with unadulterated affection. That was the only truth they needed.

It took her a while to look up at him, hazel eyes misty with unshed tears as she nodded. "Thank you."

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he waited for her to compose herself before asking. "So, you were asking them to teach you how to dance?"

"Yes, Napoleon, I was." Isabella let out a tired laugh, taking a deep breath before nuzzling in his neck. "I've been asking them in my spare time."

"But Leonardo doesn't know how to dance."

"The one teaching me is Comte. He insisted that I practice with Leonardo earlier to test how much I've improved."

"And Arthur?"

"He saw it by accident once and was just there to gawk and poke fun at us."

So that's what it all was. He felt a bit silly to be so worked up about it. "Why didn't you ask me to help you?"

"I would have, but I wanted to surprise you. I was going to show you that I wouldn't step on your feet next time." She wrapped her arms around him, lifting her head to look up at him. "Were you jealous though?"

He pouted just a bit. "No."

"Really? I could have sworn you were when you barged in the room like that earlier."

"That was just your imagination."

"Oh, I see. And you searching for me throughout the whole mansion earlier was just Vincent's imagination?"

"Yes." Napoleon smiled, relieved to notice the ache in his chest has disappeared. She shook her head at him, chuckling softly as she rested her head on his chest. Leaning backward, he collapsed down on the mattress with her on top of him.

"I know they're expecting me soon, but can we stay like this a little longer?"

"Of course." He kissed the top of her head, his hand already running up and down her back. "As long as you need."

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp napoleon #isabella leatton #napoleon birthday prompts 2020 #this was suppose to be a jealous!Napoleon fic but theeeeeen turned into this lolol #i guess this wasn't the opportunity to pull out the jealous boyfriend trope lolol #another time then! xD #xposted on ao3

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isnotys · 4 years

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Seamless Part 3

Summary: After being Shane Dawson’s assistant for a year, things couldn’t have been going better. However, Shane had other plans. He has decided that your next move is to jump headfirst into your true passion and with some unexpected partners.

Warnings: None

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My heart drops to the floor; I have been watching the twins’ channel for a few years now, but I never expected to run into them, much less at my boss’ house. However, no one knows that I am a fan of them, part of the Dolan Nation as some might say, so I just try to play it cool, act unbothered, as if nothing can surprise me, but being subtle has never been a skill of mine to say the least.

“Hi guys!,” Ryland screams practically in my ear and then runs to hug and kiss Shane.

“You guys are back so soon! I thought you’d take longer,” Shane says looking at me.

“We found all the gifts quickly and even got some stuff for dinner,” Morgan says while Garret helps her up.

“Dinner! You guys should definitely stay! Y/n is making pasta,” Ryland says excitedly, he can’t read the tense atmosphere apparently.

“I thought you were the one who was gonna cook, Ryland,” I finally speak after what seems five years of silence.

“Yes, but that was for us only, hunty. We have guests and I definitely don’t want to poison them. Can you imagine that? Twitter would cancel me in .5 seconds,” Ryland says while still holding on to Shane, who seems to be planning his escape plan as we speak.

“Oh, I haven't introduced you all, how crazy am I?,” Shane snorts finally accepting that there is no backing out of this dinner. “This is Garret, Morgan, you've already met Ryland and this is my assistant, y/n.” I freeze when Shane says my name and the twins look at me. They shake my freezing cold yet sweaty hand and I try to smile while barely looking at them. I have heard they are very nice, but they are so attractive I am intimidated.

Their perfectly sculpted jawlines, beautiful eyebrows, big, strong muscles, tanned skin, and their beautiful smiles. It is impossible to not be intimidated by them, they are so tall. They're also very well-spoken and posses knowledge you can’t ever find in a library. They are both so mature for their age. I am frozen and speechless.

“It’s nice to meet you all, we watch all of your channels and we think you guys are pretty funny,” Ethan says looking at Garret, then Morgan and then at me. I am dead, and I have to keep my jaw from dropping. They watch my silly, little channel?!?!?!

“Well enough formalities! Let’s go inside, get started with dinner and catch up on some tea,” Ryland says picking up the bags and leading us inside.

“I’ll get started on dinner,” I say heading to the kitchen.

“Let us help you,” Grayson says walking behind me and Ethan following him against his will.

“That is a great idea! I will check out what we have so far for the video and Garret, Morgan and Ryland can start setting up,” Shane says while doing a hair flip and walking toward the stairs.

We set the groceries down in the kitchen and started to prep the veggies for the pasta. I knew them well enough to know they have been vegan for a while so I decided to make pesto pasta with lots of veggies.

We all start cutting some carrots, peppers, and mushrooms. “So how have you guys been? I saw the last video you guys made with Shane and I hope things aren't as bad anymore,” I ask trying to make this less awkward than it already is while trying to keep my cool.

“It’s been a lot better. Whatever we make now its because we want to make it,” Ethan says from behind the island still cutting an array of green, red, yellow and orange bell peppers.

“Yeah, but we’re trying to change it up a little again. We are getting older and we want to settle down. We’d like to produce different content,” Grayson says looking directly at me, which leaves me breathless. His eyes are a mixture of hazel and green, which I have never seen before. They are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, after Niall Horan’s that is.

“What do you mean?,” I ask genuinely curious. I always thought they’d go on a different direction, but I thought they might start producing videos like the Try Guys. All of them produce and star in different videos, but they still make videos together and share the same channel.

“We want to produce more scripted content, like the music video we did for CubSport or like the Psychic Twins said, produce a movie or something like that,” Ethan says while poring the pasta in the pan to sauté with the veggies.

“That’s really cool, I see you guys doing that for sure!” I say and mean it. They have great experience and I know they work with writers for their videos so I am sure they can get a deal in no time.

They both look at each other as if communicating without saying a word and Shane barges into the kitchen, “Is the food done? The table is all set up and we have some Champagne to celebrate.”

“Food is done, we were about to get it all to the table now. But what are we celebrating?,” I ask confused, as usual.

“Just life!,” Shane yells, snorts and then leaves the kitchen again. The twins laugh and take all the food to the table.

After we are all settled down and everyone has their plates, Ethan asks, “What about you, y/n? Where are you from?”

I hate being put on the spot like that, but I try to answer as calm as possible. “Well, I recently moved here from New York. I was an English major in college and worked for an online magazine for about two years before working for Shane.”

“The best decision I ever made was to hire her. She helps me come up with concepts, does the research and tries to keep me from getting sued,” Shane quickly chimes in clearly already a little tipsy.

“She helps us with all of our videos, she's a little screenwriter, director, and producer; a literal triple threat,” Ryland follows already pretty drunk as well. I can feel my face burning of embarrassment.

Grayson smiles at me and says, “You should be proud!” He laughs and I blush even more.

Ryland gets up to go get dessert and says, “Don’t worry it’s vegan cake! I know y/n is allergic to eggs so I bought a vegan cake so she could eat it.”

“You’re allergic to eggs? I’m allergic to dogs!” Grayson says oddly satisfied.

“Yeah, I used yo be allergic to a lot more. Diary, pineapple, papaya, even grape juice. So much so, that I had a name tag where it listed all that I was allergic to. It was so embarrassing that to this day my friends back home make fun of me for it,” I say dead serious and everyone at the table laughs. The tension seems to dissipate a little.

“Damn, I thought I had it bad,” Grayson says trying to contain his contagious laughter. His eyes sparkle even more with all of these Christmas lights all around.

As the night comes to an end, the twins are saying goodbye and thank you for dinner. They are making their way to the door and Shane says, “Remember the New Year's Eve party, we’ll be expecting you guys.”

“We wouldn't miss it for anything, Shane!,” Ethan says winking at Shane. They both wave goodbye and drive off into the dark evening.

I didn't even know we were hosting a New Years Eve party, I thought that was just for the family. Why would he invite the Dolans out of all the people Shane is close with?

#shane dawson #ryland adams #morgan adams #garret watts #andrew siwicki #ethan dolan #Ethan Dolan imagine #grayson dolan #Grayson Dolan imagine #dolan twins imagine #imagine #dolan twins #the dolan twins #blurb #fan fic #fan fiction

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shield-o-futuro · 4 years

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Hazel 32 Scarlett

32. “ Onde está doendo? ”

Cena #31 — HAZEL FITZ-SIMMONS

Não é sempre que posso acompanhar o treino dos meus amigos na SHIELD.

Geralmente, é porque sempre estou trabalhando em outras coisas no laboratório, como pesquisas e coisas do tipo. Hoje mesmo, por exemplo, eu iria ajudar Logan Stark, meu grande amigo e colega de equipe com um projeto dele, mas ele acabou desmarcando de última hora.

Me vi livre por uma hora ou duas após isso, e sem saber ao certo como preenchê-las sozinha, acabo decidindo que não faria mal ir dar uma olhada no treino de duplas que meus amigos estariam realizando na parte da manhã. No caminho, me encontrei com Willa Geller, outra grande amiga, e ela acabou se juntando a mim.

Fomos conversando até onde o treino seria realizado, uma arena ampla e que simulava um cenário de guerra, destruído e cheio de obstáculos que os agentes poderiam usar para ataque ou defesa. Assim que Willa e eu chegamos até o local, podemos ver que as duplas já estão formadas : Scarlett e Stefan contra Garrett e Mitchell.

Não posso deixar de pensar em como isso vai ser interessante, afinal, os quatro são muito bons.

Willa e eu nos sentamos em uma sala mais elevada, que nos dá uma ótima visão de todo o lugar e dividimos nossa atenção entre conversar sobre assuntos aleatórios e assistir ao treino das duplas. Tudo correu super bem na primeira hora, mas então, algo chama nossa atenção.

Me levanto rapidamente assim que vejo o desastre acontecendo. Scarlett parece ter sido surpreendida por Mitchell, com quem travava uma luta acirrada. Nada que já não tenha acontecido antes. No entanto, depois de ser jogado no chão pela arqueira, Mitchell tenta se defender com um chute que a acerta e faz com que Scarlett se desequilibre da plataforma onde está.

Ela tenta se segurar, mas acaba não obtendo muito sucesso. Por estar muito no alto, ela cai de uma altura considerável, e antes de bater com o ombro e as costas no chão de forma violenta, ainda tem a infelicidade de bater em uma outra pequena plataforma no caminho.

Willa também se levanta e nós duas vamos rapidamente para dentro da arena, ao mesmo tempo que a partida é colocada em pausa. Logo posso ver Stefan falando com Scarlett, provavelmente perguntando se ela está bem e se consegue se levantar, enquanto Gary e um Mitchie extremamente culpado por ter sido o responsável por Scarlett ter se desequilibrado, vem ao nosso encontro.

Quando percebe minha aproximação, Stefan se levanta e dá um passo para trás, deixando que eu me aproxime de minha amiga, que continua no chão.

— Onde está doendo? — É a primeira coisa que questiono, virando Scarlett delicadamente para que ela fique de barriga para cima.

Ela faz uma careta de dor com a mudança de posição.

— Seria mais fácil de você me perguntasse onde é que não está doendo. — Percebo que há lágrimas no canto de seus olhos e isso me preocupa. Ela não é de demonstrar dor facilmente.

— Morse, mais que merda foi aquela!? — Willa questionou quase agressivamente com o loiro, que deu de ombros e começou a se explicar.

Decido ignorar a discussão dos dois, e me foco em ver como Scarlett está realmente se sentindo.

— Foi uma queda e tanto.

— Você acha? — Ela rebateu com certa raiva em sua voz, o que não me chateia nem nada. Sei que é apenas a dor falando. — Se pareceu ruim, pode ter certeza de que a sensação foi dez vezes pior. — Ela fecha os olhos com força e leva a mão direita ao ombro esquerdo.— Merda, acho que eu quebrei várias coisas.

Pelo jeito como ela caiu, acho que infelizmente ela tem razão.

— Você deslocou o ombro. — Constato só de olhar para ela. — Talvez tenha machucado alguma costela ou algo assim. Mas não sei dizer se quebrou alguma outra coisa.

— Mas que droga….

— É, uma droga. Mas você caiu de mal jeito. Consegue se levantar? Preciso te levar para a ala médica. Só lá vou saber exatamente o que mais está errado.

— Posso tentar. — Ela resmunga, e logo Stefan e Garrett a ajudam a se levantar, com cuidado. Willa e Mitchie também estão próximos para ajudar caso ela caia outra vez. Já de pén, Scarlett dá um passo à frente, mas balança a cabeça quase que imediatamente — É, não vai rolar.

Stefan e Garret a colocam sentada no chão outra vez. Não saio de seu lado nem por um segundo, sei que ela deve estar com muita dor agora e tudo que quero é ajuda-la.

Coulson, que é o supervisor do treino naquela tarde usa o comunicador para perguntar se precisamos de uma maca, e antes que eu possa dizer que sim, Garrett dispensa.

— Não vai ser necessário. Posso levar ela até a ala médica.

Trocamos alguns olhares antes de eu olhar novamente para Scarlly, que parece gostar mais dessa opção do que a fornecida por Coulson.

— Só preciso que você dê um jeito no meu ombro antes, Hazel. — Ela diz, olhando pra mim. — Acho que neste exato momento, é o maior problema. Você pode colocar ele no lugar, não pode?

Estreito os olhos.

— Posso, mas não acho que você vai gostar.

— Que se dane isso, já está doendo pra caramba!

— Tem certeza? — Scarlett não parece ter completamente certeza, mas balança a cabeça. — Então aguenta firme.

— Só faz logo.

Atendendo a seu pedido, coloco seu ombro no lugar rapidamente, tomando cuidado para não machucá-la ainda mais. Não é a primeira vez que faço isso, de qualquer maneira.

Scarlett ainda parece com dor, mas um pouquinho mais aliviada agora que consegue mexer o braço outra vez.

— Só não o mexa muito, até chegarmos na enfermaria. Vou ter que imobilizar seu braço pra ele se recuperar totalmente.

Olho para Garrett que entende meu sinal. Ele pega Scarlett em seus braços, com o máximo de delicadeza que consegue

Depois de soltar um pequeno xingamento e algumas caretas de dor, Scarlett parece um pouco melhor.

— Eu vou com você. — Stefan, que até então era seu parceiro naquele treino se oferece, já se colocando ao lado de Garrett.

Enquanto estamos saindo, Scarlett tenta olhar para Mitchie, que continua quieto e abalado, por cima do ombro de Gary. Dá pra ver em seus olhos castanho que não foi sua intenção derrubá-la daquele jeito.

— Isso não vai ficar assim, Mitchell. Na próxima vez, eu vou atirar uma flecha explosiva na sua bunda, seu otário.

— Ela vai sobreviver. — Willa suspira, um pouco mais calma, antes de se virar para mim. — Consegue cuidar dela, Hazie? — Concordo com a cabeça, a fazendo sorrir. — É claro que consegue. Vou avisar aos pais dela e ao Logan.

Deixo-a com essa tarefa e sigo os garotos até a enfermaria, porque ainda preciso ver se Scarlett tem mais machucados do que os mais aparentes até o momento. E, enquanto faço meu caminho até a enfermaria, não posso deixar de pensar em como foi uma sorte eu ter vindo assistir ao treino deles hoje.

Aqui está o primeiro continho dessa nova lista !! Diferente de todos os outros que eu venho postando, esse aqui eu fiz em primeira pessoa simplesmente porque eu tava com saudades de escrever com os personagens narrando sahuahuashuas Não sei se os outros continuarão assim ou faço igual aos outros que já foram postados antes, ainda estou me decidindo ;)

E só lembrando, é bem provável que os outros saiam na semana que vem, porque vou ficar um pouco ocupada essa semana mas, vou ver o que posso fazer !! Espero que gostem desse e até o próximo !!

#Hazel Fitz-Simmons #scarlett romanoff #JV mini contos #marvel

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starsandskies · 4 years

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I love that you ship Hazel and Hawke. Can you tell me how they both like to relax? Being the Inquisitor and Champion is exhausting work!

Thank you! I’m glad you like it! It started almost like a joke with a friend of mine, and it ended up being one of my most cherished OTPs! I gotta admit that Thedas would be a complete mess with these two individuals together.

The truth is that there’s no much time to relax, especially during the canon events. After Hazel disbands the Inquisition and they move to Kirkwall, things are a little calmer, though.

One of their favorite places is the Herald’s Rest, and it’s not uncommon to find them -both or only one of them- hanging out with Varric, Dorian, Bull, even Cullen, etc. in the tavern. You can also find them training in the yard, or spending some quiet time in the library or in the Inquisitor’s quarters.

Hazel also spends a lot of time in the garden, learning and improving her knowledge about herbs and plants, and Garrett in the kennels.

Thank you for asking! ♥♥♥

#hazel trevelyan #midnightprelude #hazel and garret #dragon age #trevelyan

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lord-woolsley · 4 years

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Strangeness And Charm

Fandom: Dragon Age II (Anders/Garrett Hawke) Chapters: 1/1 (2033 words) Rating: Teen And Up Summary: Isabela has had enough of Anders and Garrett dancing around each other for three years, yearning and pining. When a favour for Aveline brings them to the Wounded Coast, she decides to set them up. Rant: If you like it, please leave some love on ao3. ♡ Ao3: Link

Strangeness and Charm

Anders woke up in his bed – or whatever he was telling himself was a bed – in the backroom of his “clinic“. Even though it was still late summer a chill was creeping over his skin, leaving goose bumps all over it and making him shiver.

He was wrapping himself in his blanket – or whatever he was telling himself was a blanket – hugging it tight before he let out an exhausted sigh. Justice was sending him messages – orders – so many of them through his dreams lately and Anders felt like he didn’t sleep at all.

The spirit had been feasting on his mind, his insecurities, his needs and wishes when he couldn’t have been more vulnerable, searching for something he could use for his own cause. He always took advantage of the fact that Anders – like all humans – needed to sleep. A state he didn’t have any control over and Justice liked to put thoughts and ideas into Anders head at night that couldn’t be his own, could they?

They screamed loud behind his eyes, showing him pictures of destruction, of fighting, of war even, pictures that still seemed so right, so necessary.

Justified, he thought, gritting his teeth. But were they- justified? He asked himself. His eyes were burning, the blue light behind them so intense, banishing the soft hazel he called his own, forcing his question to disappear without a second thought.

I need to get up, he said to himself. Enough of whining about something he couldn’t change anyway. People needed his help and even Justice enjoyed himself when Anders was helping the sick. Keeping Justice on his good side, keeping him satisfied, was something that mostly resulted into being left alone. Anders liked to be left alone, liked to be the master of his thoughts, words and actions.

Sometimes – even though he and Justice were so entwined at this point, two beings living in one body – he remembered how it was to be the only one in there. Who would he be if he were just Anders, a shabby mage with strawberry blonde hair and freckles on his face? What decisions would he make if they were truly his own?

"Hawke, that horrible horrible man, with his sarcastic words and dumb jokes“, he thought, a sad smile on his lips. If the circumstances had been different, Hawke was a decision he would have made without a second thought.

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When Anders finally opened the clinic, the first thing he saw was Isabela. He sighed. Maker, why do you punish me so early in the morning?

“Really, Bela, again?“, he asked. “Can’t you keep your hands to yourself for one night?“ Her lips formed into a mischievous smile. “Like you do all the time?“ Anders groaned. “You need to relax, Blondie.“, she mimicked Varric‘s words. “I could“, she stepped closer and straightened his cloak. “Oh no, no, no, no, I rather think not. I already know more about your sex life than I ever intended to. And I would like to leave it at that.“ “Your loss.“, she said.

“Still pining after Garrett? It’s time you moved on. Or make a move at least. I pity you both dancing around each other the whole time. How long has it been? 3 years? I mean I wouldn’t say no to Hawke, you know? I tried. But he‘s always busy yearning, it‘s quite depressing.“ “As if.“ Anders rolled his eyes. “Why are you here? To annoy me? To dig around and get information involving my non-existing love life.“, Anders wanted to change the topic as quick as possible, this wasn’t Isabela‘s business. At all. “Hm.“, She nodded. “You know there are actual people out there who are in need of a healer.“ “I am in need of a healer.“ Anders granted her an annoyed look. “The usual?“, he asked, rolling his eyes as far back into his head as they allowed him. “Yeah.“ “Next time you‘re on your own with it.“ “You wouldn’t!“ “Try me. Let‘s just get it over with and never speak of it again.“

•

Isabela was right though, he was avoiding being alone with Garrett as much as possible, losing control was nothing he could afford. He was only a man after all. In need of- Maker‘s Breath. What was it with the people today? That’s why he liked cats better.

“Garrett promised to help me with something...personal“, a familiar voice said. Aveline. What was Aveline doing here?

“He says he needs you for it. I don’t know why to be honest but who am I to judge Garrett‘s decisions.“ “You do that all the time.“ Anders said, eyebrows raised. “Fair enough.“ “What‘s different today?“ “It‘s private. Please don’t ask.“ Anders had a good understanding of privacy and wished way too often that people respected his. He didn’t ask, if Aveline didn’t want to tell him, he would accept that without questions. That didn’t mean he wasn’t curious.

•

“Anders, I‘m happy to see you again. You’re currently so busy, we rarely see each other these days. It’s a shame.“ Garrett clapped him on the back with his usual force and Anders instantly stumbled. That man really underestimated his strength. Like all the time.

Anders was lucky he didn’t lose his balance and landed in the dirt, not that it made any difference concerning his clothes but it was better for his ego that way.

But what if he had tripped? Would Garrett have caught him or would he have helped him up entwining their fingers?

For a moment Anders thought about throwing himself on the floor just to find out. But Isabela was with them and she already smiled one of her suggestive grins which instantly put a terrible blush on his face. Stupid ginger complexion, he cursed, making everything so bloody obvious. Maybe Aveline would sympathize.

When Anders dared to look at Garrett, nothing in his expression had changed. Thank the Maker. Maybe he wouldn’t die of embarrassment after all. At least not today, by any chance.

“What‘s wrong, what do you need me for?“, Anders asked. They just arrived at the Wounded Coast and it was already getting dark. Normally Garrett always talked to them about their missions first, this was extremely unusual but since Anders secluded himself so much recently, Garrett had probably thought he didn’t want to be disturbed or even worse, he didn’t want to see him for some reason.

Hawke – who probably thought he was whispering (but didn’t whisper at all) – was taking a step closer to Anders before blurting some words out that put a horrible blush on Aveline‘s face. Yes, she would definitely sympathize with the ginger complexion, he decided.

“Aveline here has a little crush on Guardsman Donnic and she needs some help to pursue him.“ “Oh.“, Anders said. “Not a word.“ Aveline seemed like she was about to rip Hawke in half if he only dared to continue speaking. Or Anders if he commented on it. Which he wouldn’t do, he didn’t plan on dying tonight.

“All these people with their crushes here tonight, I wish I would have brought someone myself.“, Isabela said and Anders thought about commenting on Aveline‘s romantic inclinations after all. Maybe dying wasn’t that bad.

“Huh?“, Hawke asked, pure eloquence. “You know her, she likes to tease.“ “That I do.“

While Aveline and Donnic were patrolling and flirting – if one could call it that, she was really competing with Anders own nervous rambling – Hawke, Isabela and Anders had much to do with keeping the bandits at bay, a factor that really played out in Ander‘s favour. They didn’t have much time for talking and had the great chance to listen to Aveline embarrassing herself. Anders felt terribly sorry for her while Hawke was slowly losing his patience.

“How can one be so bad at that? And how can Donnic be so oblivious?“, he asked, dramatically throwing his hands into the air like he wanted the Maker to do something about it.

“I don’t know, Garrett.“, Isabela said, amused. When she opened her mouth again Anders knew she would say something at his expensive. “Exactly. How can one be that oblivious?“, she repeated. „One must be really stupid to not notice anything after indulging oneself in three years of romantic fantasies while the real thing is right in front of them. Oblivious indeed.“ “What do you mean?“, Hawke asked, mildly confused. “Care to elaborate?“ “My dear Garrett, you might be buff but you are not that stupid.“ “I-”, Garrett started but Isabela cut in.

“Anders, please, for the sake of Andraste‘s lady parts, say something. At least one of us needs to get laid tonight. And since I‘m here with your stupid lot, wasting my night away instead of talking to handsome sailors in The Hanged Man while drinking cheap ale, I will not be that person. And Aveline will definitely not get lucky either after the disaster we just witnessed.“ She let out a sigh that made it noticeably clear she was so done with their idiocy and wouldn’t tolerate any more of it. “No excuses.“, she said and focused her gaze on Garrett. “You‘re a daft couple of... take a hint and bend him over a basin, will you?“ “Oh.“, Garret said. “Oh indeed.“

“Let‘s save Aveline from herself first, okay?“, Isabela suggested. “I can’t look at this any longer.“

“And then we let you deal with the rest, Bela, and we sneak away.“ “Thank you very much.“, Isabela sighed. “If you both didn’t annoy the hell out of me I would be offended but I‘m just so glad this thing“, she gestured between Hawke and Anders “is resolved now. Even though it means all my chances with Garrett are gone, aren’t they?“ “They most definitely are.“, Anders said while making a gesture that implied he would keep an eye on her. “If you change your mind and let me borrow him for a night, let me know.“ “No chance. He doesn’t have a say in this.“

Garrett chuckled and took Anders hand in his. “Ugh.“, Isabela said. “I prefer the Heartworm guy over looking at you being disgustingly affectionate. Let me deal with Aveline and disappear from my vision before I vomit on your shoes.“ And that they did.

•

Anders woke up in his bed – this was his bed, wasn’t it? – and tried to snuggle up to his blanket which surprisingly didn’t feel like a blanket. “Go back to sleep.“, the blanket said and didn’t sound like a blanket at all.

Anders wanted to follow the advice; he was so incredibly tired. Justice had tormented him with one nightmare after another, mostly screaming at him that he wouldn’t allow Anders to forget the cause, the greater good, because of unnecessary distractions. Distractions such as Garrett.

Not justified, Anders thought. Let me have this. He knew Justice wouldn’t force him to give up Hawke when he still went through with the plan.

Justice was right about so many things after all, he wanted the mages to be free more than anyone else and Anders would give them that freedom. But first he deserved some of it himself and his freedom might as well be Garrett.

If they only had been born in a world that was fair to mages, a world in which he didn’t have to make a pact with a spirit in the first place, a world which would let him have this – a little bit of happiness – without regrets. He had to think about the future, remember why he did this. There would be mages who could have this because Justice had succeeded with his plan. Anders had to keep this in mind.

“Ten years - a hundred years from now - someone like me will love someone like you, and there will be no templars to tear them apart.“, Anders whispered. “What did you say?“, Garrett asked, still half-asleep. “I said I need to open the clinic in a few, I bet Isabela is the first in line.“ “Why would she come to the clinic?“ “I‘m pretty sure she gave in and bedded the Heartworm guy.“ “Gross.“

“Anders.“, Garrett said but it somehow sounded like a question. “Hm?“ “My door will be open tonight.“

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Choking On Sapphires 89

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Title & Song: Bad Company

Summary: Genevieve begins standing up for herself and others with her new found sense of self. Alfie sits back and enjoys the show.

Warnings/Tags: Language. References to assault and violence.Verbal fighting.

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Alfie and Genevieve were working again, and more importantly, working as one cohesive unit. Still light with his affections, trying to appreciate the subtle physical affection between them that was backed with a more mature and solid love behind it nowadays.

They focused on tone and respect, checking in on each other and being understanding of the others space and feelings. Gen found herself enjoying her time with Alfie more now that she was spending less with him. She had time to paint and think again, two things she had sorely needed more of in her life to get herself straight again. She was figuring out who this new woman was, and how she fell into place with Alfie and who he was at this juncture. It led to more confidence, better communication and a deeper intimacy outside of sex for them. Which at Alfie's age his back and hips truly appreciated.

They talked with tea and biscuits before bed every night. A rundown of the day and the questions and concerns it brought them putting it all away with the China when no more could be done for it. In turn the lack of talking led to more tenderness, small kisses and strokes as they wound down together, Genevieve letting her guard down only for him most days now. It let her feel cared for and safe as he’d wrap her up and hold her close as she fell asleep and it gave him the protective and providing feelings he needed as a man. They were evening each other out, finding their new roles within the relationship and the pieces were beginning to fall into place.

———

With a pin-straight posture and the newest in women's business wear from Paris, a treat to herself for her recent successes, Genevieve sits perched on a wooden chair that must be as old as the school building itself for how uncomfortable it was. She sits across the long banquet table in the great hall from a man who could also be considered dated and out of fashion, the same as his surroundings. There was only one other woman in the group for instructors and heads of the art department, and she taught dance. She was older but fit and always wore her hair in a tight bun that did her frail and gaunt face no favors. Her attitude also didn’t help her seem any more approachable but that seemed to be common among the ballet type. They were all tight strung and old fashioned, strict and elitist, the same could be said for everyone else on the board except Genevieve. She was the youngest by around two decades and the only with a tailor that wasn’t an octogenarian.

“Everyone who votes for Beatrice Langston, a show of hands.” The head says as his slumped posture from being bent over a desk his whole academic life, makes him look like he struggles to lift his head to see a show of hands. Everyone but Genevieve.

“Really?” Genevieve asks with direct eye contact with each person after the count was finished.

“I’m sorry Miss Durand but majority rules.”

“You are all going to sit there and tell me with a straight face that Beatrice is better suited for the scholarship than Hazel?” No one speaks and avoids her aggressive gaze. “Beatrice is rudimentary at best. She lacks the understanding of color theory and her depth of field is just...well it’s lacking. To put it politely.” Gen speaks with an animated tone and body as she moves paintings around on the table. “Look at these Hazel has done! Brilliant use of color and saturation, everything is scaled to perfection and her abstract art evokes emotion and shows a much deeper grasp of the poetry and psychology of color and space!” Gen raises her voice and holds up a painting with both her hands, shoving it in the others faces from where she sat. “Beatrice hasn’t even DONE an abstract piece!” She tosses the paper and sorts back loudly in her chair as it scoots.

“The vote is final Moss Durand, I’m sorry you-“

“No, you’re not!” She scoffs and his eyes go wide. “I know why you’re all voting for her and you should all be ashamed. You should have your educator privileges revoked because you don’t give a damn about these children and nurturing them.” She speaks from the heart, fully upset and letting it show.

“Miss Durand that is quiet enough.”

“So you’re going to tell me you’re voting for Langston because of her skill and NOT because of who her father is?” She crossed her arms and leans toward the annoyed-looking man.

He says nothing in reply. “Our vote is-“

“Yes final!” She throws up her hands and rolls her eyes. “I am so completely disappointed in every single one of you for not voting for talent over a name. Hazel could use this scholarship, Langston has money! And no talent.” She shakes her head. “All because of who her father is! Ridiculous!” Genieve huffs.

“Like you’ve never benefited from who your father is.” One is the men say with a cold side-eye that they would soon regret.

“Excuse me, Garrett?” She stands slowly and others sink back into their chairs.

“Miss Durand pl-“

“NO!” She shakes her head and begins speaking with her hands to the head. “No, I will not sit here and be spoken to in such a way.” She trots right across from the formerly brave academic and scolds him like a child with a pointed finger. “You don’t know a damn thing about me you glorified bookend! I lost my connection to my father and his name at seventeen! Everything I have has my blood sweat and tears in it! I have worked My arse off for my successes and you, nay, no one will say otherwise because it would be a lie.” She hisses and shouts. “A girl should get this scholarship on hard work and talent, not a name! Just because you’ve never worked for anything doesn’t mean others aren’t deserving! We can’t all be born with rich fathers and cocks and just waltz into whatever sort of life we want! Some of us have to work for it! And since all you’ve done is make theories and sit on your fat arse and read your whole life you can’t relate! Doesn’t make it not true!” She shouts and throws her arms in the air.

“MISS DURAND! That is enough!”

“And YOU! You ancient fuck. You can piss off. The lot of you! You only represent the past and have no interest in catching up with the rest of the world on modernity. I don’t want any part of a board or school who doesn’t give a fuck about its students. I love art and I want to help those that love it as well.” She speaks and moves to gather her things as she keeps scolding. “And as a woman who knows the rampant sexism and abuse of power in academia, you should be ASHAMED!” She points at the other woman in her group. “I’d like to let you all in on a little advice before I part. Garret your beard makes you look like a pedophile. Quinne, your hair pulled back like that makes you look like a shaved fanny. Richard, you always smell like bloody mothballs and Turner, your cologne smells like horse piss. And you Gerald.” She scowls at the head. “ Everyone knows your poor dumb secretary sucks you off in your office. You’re a lousy liar and make noises like a dying cow when you ejaculate. You aren’t fooling anyone.” She sasss. “You’re a sorry lot and I’m sorry that these students have heartless twats for professors!” She begins to trot off, her heels clicking over the old stone floors in a hurry in her anger.

The look on her face gives away her anger before she’s even in the car to meet Claire.

“That didn’t take long.”

“I left early.” She spits out and sits and seethes.

“May I ask why?”

“I quit.” She says finally looking to Claire sat next to her.

“You bloody what?” Her voice breaks.

“They wanted to give the scholarship to a girl

Based on who her father was. Not on talent because the simple thing couldn't evoke emotion with art if her life depended on it. They just want bloody money from her family!”

“So you quit?”

“Yes. I don’t want any part of that crock of shit.”

Claire opens her mouth and then closes it. There was a paycheck lost but truly not much else. Genevieve could just paint to sell and easily make up the difference. She could set up anyway and teach just for the love of it, so Claire simply nods.

———

“She’s in a right mood.” Claire warms Alfie, setting the table for tea as he trumps into the house.

“Why?” He demands in his usual confident way.

“She quit the teaching work today.”

“Fuckin wot? But she loves it!”

“She loves it and that’s why she quit.” Claire shrugs.

“Is no one makin' no fuckin' sense in this madhouse?” Alfie barks.

“What are you shouting about?” Genevieve comes around the corner with her little glasses on that matches Alfies and a stack of papers in her arms.

“What’s this bout you quittin?”

“Come sit and I’ll explain.” She nods and puts her hand to his back. Her calmer approach caught him off guard. He was expecting a loose canon from Claire’s warning but he only saw a very present woman in her eyes and appearance.

“Ya fuckin better.” He says loudly as he sits and she ignores his needless pompous nature.

“Aggie before our meal, some chamomile perhaps?”

“Lovely idea dear.” Aggie praises and Gen sits next to Alfie in their little corner of the table. Her in her large decorative, plush velvet chair at the head.

“I quit the board and the teaching job today.”

“Yeah, I got that much.”

“Do you want to keep interrupting me to hear the sound of your own voice or do you want me to explain?” She asks with a tilted head and removing her glasses.

His chin sinks into his neck in surprise at her quick wit and he gestures for her to continue without a word.

“Thank you.” She says with a large nod. “The scholarship vote was today and in short they chose name over talent. A girl who’s father has political connections was chosen over an immensely talented girl. For the money I’m guessing. I tried to convince them and they would not listen. I expressed my disappointment in their decision and one of the men thought it wise to make a remark about me. I-“

“Who fuckin said wot love, I’ll get the bastard.” Alfie swoops in protectively, still touchy about people smart mouthing Gen with the ongoing fight over gossip.

“That’s very nice of you, Cheri but not needed. I set him straight with words. Much less mess.” She pats Alfie's arm and despite his hard brow of anger for someone having the balls to speak poorly towards her, he couldn’t help but admire the unbothered face she held. “I don’t want to be a part of an organization that runs in such an unfair and uncaring way.”

“I never liked those wankers. Always acted betta than me.”

“And you are smarter than any of them could ever aspire to be, I assure you.” She praises and begins laying her papers into piles.

“Fuckin right I am.” He grumbles in agreement but feels the compliment make his chest warm. “You seem to be takin' it well.” He remarks, seeing her put her glasses back on.

“I was well miffed at first. But turns out Spite is an excellent motivator.” She says with an amused smile.

“That it is.” He nods. “And what is it motivatin'?”

“I am going to start my own scholarship.”

“Oh! Lovely idea that.” He nods approvingly. “Total control or no control I always say.”

“You do say that.” She remarks, thumbing through a stack.

“Where exactly ya gonna get the money for such a thing?” He flatly asks. “Ya kinda lost a source of income there dinnit ya?”

“I did but I can manage. I did it because I loved it, not the money.” She shakes her head. “I plan on selling some pieces, then gathering funds from the community in support. I’m going to make it one, especially for Jewish girls. I plan to give Hazel the first.”

“Hazel?”

“The girl that should have gotten the scholarship to begin with. Sweet and inwardly little girl. Bright as the sun and so much promise.”

“And Jewish?”

“And Jewish.” She nods.

“Well, that’s lovey then, yeah?”

“I certainly hope so.” Gen glances over to him. “Lots of paperwork involved in such a thing of course. I’ll have to go by the lawyers later in the week to set it all up. But I’m the meantime I can sell and do private lessons for a price. Perhaps portraits? Be far less time consuming for me anyway.”

“And make a hell of a lot more money.”

“Yes. That as well.” She huffs out a laugh and nods.

“Where ya gon sell at?”

“Nothing in mind yet. Places. Pieces I do have a few landscapes that are easy sales I believe. Once I had all the legal pieces in place I Was moving onto that next step.”

“How’s about me club?”

Gen stops and looks up at him. “Really?” She says with narrowed eyes of disbelief.

“Sure. Can be a little coming out party for ya. Invite all those posh cunts and take their money.” He grins.

“You’ll have to come up with a new name for them if we’re going to be asking for money.” She smirks.

“Eh.” He shrugs. “I just won’t say it to no one's face.” He promises and they share a mutual smile of hopefulness for both endeavors.

——————

His club would be full of what half his usual clientele was on this particular evening. The usual ruffage replaced with the wealthy that Genevieve had invited not only to get money from but to put any rumors to bed about how she might be now since the whispered about incident. It was easy enough to show she wasn’t pregnant, especially in the tight dress she’d chosen. Which was purposeful.

“I can’t help but feel a bit fat in this.” She mutters, smoothing over her well-rounded hips where she was now carrying most of her weight gain.

“You’ve gained weight but you look healthy again.” Claire insists. “Which is what you want. You look well fed and cared for. No signs of weakness or poverty.”

“That’s all well good but what happens when I slap some twat for calling me a cow.” She snaps back.

“Ya first have to get over me slappin’ ya for sayin’ such a thing bout yaself.” Alfie says loudly as he enters the room in his usual dark suit.

“But I have gained weight.” She insists on her correctness.

“Yes and what of it? Who the fuck cares? Not me. You shouldn’t. Ya look lovely. Gorgeous. Green like money and soft like royalty.” He declares with his hands on her bare arms.

“But I have-“

“Shut your perfect painted mouth love.” He shakes his head and tsks her. “I won’t have you speakin' of yaself in such a way. Not with me round to hear it and not when I’m away, yeah? You are a dream in the flesh, Genny. Always have been, always will be.” He kisses her blushed cheek.

“Yes, Alfie.” She sighs.

“I know ya can lie betta than at!” He grins and puts his arms around her in the emerald dress. “You are confident. You are in control.” He says with a squeeze to her. “Now you.” He nods his head forward.

“I am confident. I am in control.” She tries to put forth some faith in her voice.

“You will get the money you need tonight and you will charm the pants off everyone.” Claire adds supportively.

“Thanks.” Gen says with her hands resting on Alfies around her. “Last time I tried this it went miserably and I believe it’s getting the best of me.”

“You are a different woman now.” Alfie declares proudly. “I have total faith in you. As should you.” He kisses her cheek and gives her bum a light pat before pulling away. “And you do look stunnin’ love. You know I’d tell ya if I thought otherwise.”

“And I don’t know yet if that’s a blessing or a curse.” She smirks.

“There She is, right?” He laughs and pinches her cheek, smiling proudly.

——

Genevieve did muster up the hutzpah she needed before exiting the car with Alfie opening the door for her. A gentlemanly hand out and waiting patiently as he heard her measured breathing to set herself. When she emerged, she was a fully evolved woman of means who didn’t give a damn about anyone she didn’t deem worthy.

He loved watching her now, not like he hadn’t before but now in public there was a hardness that wasn’t there before. Even though she was looking for money from these people, she wasn’t kissing any arse. She stone-faced bad, sexist jokes and when turned to see what was wrong with her, Alfie would give them no reaction as well. Solidarity and that. She didn’t clutch her chest and bend and laugh like an angel for them, she spoke clearly and in an informed way like the well-educated businesswoman she was. She wasn’t boozy and lusty and playing up her chest or hair. She wore it pulled back with a lovely bejeweled comb, her dress perfectly tailored and her jewels classic and expensive. She only

wore kitten heels, concealed under the long hem of her gown instead of her usual height giving ones since the healing had left her back a bit worse for wear. But she didn’t look any less put together for it. Alfie rather liked the shorter stature for her as he got to put his arm around her easily and whisper how proud he was of her for not giving in to their expectations of her. Everything was going swimmingly, money being signed over, appointments for teaching sessions filling up on the list. But a woman, for whatever her reasons were, decided to make a spectacle of herself. And Genevieve was happy to oblige her.

“Yes I’m doing very well.” Genevieve nods and gives a polite tone. “The new contracts with Fortnum and Mason as well as a large yield

This season for both honey and fruit. Soon I’ll be adding my hat to the gin game with my high-grade juniper.”

“I heard you got fired from the school.” The wife of the man who was being a gentleman and speaking to both Gen and Alfie equally chirps into the conversation. “So with that monetary loss

You can’t be doing as well.”

Genevieve narrows her eyes at her but keeps her cool. “I stepped down from the board and quit my teaching position. I was not fired. I didn’t believe in how they were running the school. Since I worked there out of love for the arts and the students, not the money, that is why I am starting my own scholarship and offering lessons. Which is why you are here tonight.” She clarifies.

“Gen has been very hands-on with the building of it, suited the work helps fund that of others. She’ll be having her bat mitzvah soon and with these new business endeavors I could not be more proud.” Alfie adds to help cut the tension

“Thank you darling.”

“Well good thing everything has lined up so well for you both now, yes?” The man gives a polite smile.

“It is a blessing, surely.” Gen nods graciously.

“Especially after all that….” the man shakes her head. “All the bad sort of things that transpired for you. Well good that you have recovered so well!”

“Yes, a product of hard work I assure you.”

“Hard work will get you whatever you desire,

I always say.”

What a capitalist, Gen muses.

“Rather, suspicious though isn’t it?” The wife turns as if she’s only speaking to her husband.

“Uh...what is dear?”

“Or rather ... convenient that all this happens around this time? right after your supposed incident..”

“Supposed?” Genevieve’s voice shows bite and the man is clearly made uncomfortable by it.

“Yes if it was so bad you don’t seem to be bothered now.”

“I am a businesswoman. I try not to mix personal and professional.” Alfie could see Gen's eyes dilate and change. He watched her closely with great interest.

“I’d heard no one saw you for months and then you pop back up just fine. Seems like if all that happened like I’ve heard you’d still be at home. Not out working. Like a man.” She shoots her eyes at Alfie who gives her a quirked brow and a snort at the audacity to come after his masculinity.

“Besides taking care of her when she was first home, my business wasn’t affected.” Alfie speaks in a cold and calculated way.

“I’m sure it wasn’t.” She looks Alfie up and down. “But funny how this all cleared right up when it was time for you to ask for money. Yes? When you would require others kindness?” The hairs on the back of Genevieve’s neck stand up as he watches her brow lower and her eyes go black. “People in your sort of...business…” she drags out and looks to Alfie for a moment with clear disapproval on her face. “Are known to, shall we say, over-exaggerate the truth? And as I said, awfully coincidental on the timing when you needed people to feel sorry for you.”

Genevieve moves so fast Alfie doesn’t have time to do much but scoff out a laugh after she has the woman by her neck and against a wall.

Genevieve sinks her nails into the unmarked skin of the woman’s weak throat. Her hand squeezing as she holds her up as sputters, eyes wide showing she didn’t expect to get what was coming her way.

Gen leans in close, nose to the woman’s cheek and ghosts over her skin and ears as speaks low and slow so only she can hear. The rest of the room falls silent and turns to watch the altercation, disgustingly interested to see if the rumors of Genevieve's ruthlessness were true.

“The things I went through would’ve killed an ordinary man.” She hisses and the woman kicks her feet. “You would’ve died one day in.” She growls. “If you lasted that long.” She spits venomously. “I owe you nothing. But I will tell you the horrors and trials I have gone through are something that will haunt me for the rest of my life. Torture. Rape. Mental and emotional manipulation. I’ve moved past all of it. My body and mind have healed so I can make a better life for myself. Cunts like you make it so I Have to push forward, be better, be more and prove myself time and time again to make it in this world. You prove nothing with your accusations. Only that you are a weak, soft submissive lemming, a pathetic excuse for a woman for those of us who have known true oppression. A judgemental miserable old hag with nothing better to do than talk about others because you have nothing of any substance to say. You are nothing. You aren’t worth my time. I am only using you as an example. Because I know others think like you. And I will continue to be better than you. To thrive despite your disapproval. To be happy and fulfilled in ways you could never imagine.” She lets go of her throat, her feet full on the floor again as she gasps and holds her neck. “That is my revenge. A life more fruitful and whole than your small mind could ever hope for. And if you ever think to even insinuate that I am a liar again. I will not use just my words against you, you rotted gash.” Genevieve stands like a snake watching its venom take down its prey slowly.

The woman does not respond. The blood under Gen's nails and the energy around her speak enough.

The husband looks to Alfie while this all happens, who only shrugs and watches with fully entertained eyes. This old horse got what was coming to her as far as he was concerned. He was only disappointed Genevieve didn’t slap her at the first insult. But this was well worth the wait.

“If anyone else has any remarks about my abduction and the events around it I suggest you keep them to your fucking self. No self-respecting person would ask someone about such a horrible thing. And they won’t if they want to keep their tongues in their mouths.” She stands tall, proud and strong in the face of all eyes gazing upon her. She speaks from the gut, and only truthfully. She held no question as to who she was in that moment as she boldly met the eyes that stared at her with mixtures of fear and interest.

Alfie stood as tall and proud as she, solidarity with his love. He gave her an approving nod when she met his eyes across the room. The deep rich brown so black when she tapped into that killer instinct now. This was a power move, strength and control. The restraint but an expression of her feelings showing growth beyond what he could’ve hoped for her. She was truly one of his own now. His warrior queen, his panther wife and hopefully the fearless and just mother to his children one day. He was overtaken with emotion, his heart hard thumping in his chest as she moved back towards him in the crowd like a snake in her green dress. She was brilliant, everything he needed in a companion. She wasn’t taking shit from anyone now, for any reason. Gone through hell and lived, came out the other side stronger and smarter and more ruthless. Same as him. She was a gangster now. Worthy to carry the Solomons’ name. He couldn’t wait to make her his own.

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