#i feel vi punches the most in this show but also gives lot of hugs

[beaulesbian]

Vi + hugs and physical affection (in s1)

#arcane #arcaneedit #vi arcane #violet arcane #caitlyn kiramman #jinx #powder arcane #ekko #ekko arcane #powder #caitlyn #mine #gif:series #caitvi #violyn #piltover's finest #idk this was just something i wanted to put together #i feel vi punches the most in this show but also gives lot of hugs #and is such caring person and i just love her a lot and want to hug her ok #🥺🥺 #the last one is there mostly for the symmetry with first one tbh but also still kind of hug

[holysmokesblog]

Hi! I was wondering if I could ask for headcanons about being a familial figure to Ekko? I love him so much and he is my dear son and I want to take him to McDonalds and give him a happy meal because he deserves it. Thank you in advance!

Oh what love with this proposal

Goooood

my new dream is to take him to the McDonald's and buy him a balloon with the Spiderman face, I am convinced that he is his favourite superhero.

@eexphoria who corrected the grammar mistakes <3

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𝐁𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐤𝐤𝐨

I have the belief that he is a quite chaotic child, it is difficult to keep him in one place. You should find activities that he can do or something to keep him busy so that he doesn't get into too much trouble.

He's extremely smart, he questions EVERYTHING. So it's not easy to fool him like other children of his age — you'll have to find better ideas to make him fall asleep, it's not enough to say that there's a monster under the bed. Please, the boy grew up in Zaun, he knows real monsters.

Ekko loves to give you self-made gifts, your fridge is full of his drawings and there is a shelf reserved for the little gadgets he creates with scrap he finds, it is full of small metal animals.

You're the one who takes care of his hair, naturally it is tangled, long and curly so it is a long treatment, but with patience and many jokes on your part to pass the time you manage to reach that particular target.

He doesn't stop talking, he tells you all his day in great detail, how he got into trouble again with Powder, how he learned to punch with Vi, or how Benzo taught him to repair a blender.

Very affectionate, he doesn't hesitate to surround you with his thin arms constantly, he feels safe and loved. It is not usual in the undercity for people to be friendly, but you always receive him with a smile and warm hugs. He appreciates it a lot, more than you can imagine.

If you have a bad day, he already has a repertoire of jokes that he is sure will make you smile.

And in case that's not enough, heat dinner in the salvaged microwave and serve it while watching a movie of your choice.

Quite protective when it comes to you if you have a date he will question who it was and as soon as they came to pick you up, he would look at your date in a threatening way.

He is also very insecure, he lives in constant fear that one day you will decide to leave him to form your life with someone else. You constantly try to reassure him that will not happen, but it is an idea that always keeps bouncing around your head.

Like I said before, he is a fan of Spiderman, for his fifth birthday, you went out of his way and bought him the full costume.

You couldn't get him to take it off for two weeks.

[SPOILER FOR THE SPIDERMAN: NO WAY HOME] Cried when the three spidermen appeared on the screen.

It will go to blows if someone speaks ill of you, it doesn't matter that the other person is bigger or stronger, he cannot allow someone to defame the person he loves the most.

While he does the general cleaning for the week you hear him improvise verses about what he is doing or how he hates folding clothes. If you are very inspired, you also improvise with him.

Once he brought in a rescued stray cat, it takes you a month to figure it out, he's outwitting you.

The cat ended up staying, you called it Whiskers.

In conclusion, he is the best little brother/son you could have, you see him grow by leaps and bounds and become an admirable man who inspires many, he is incredible. You can't help but show it off and feel extremely proud.

You couldn't ask for more.

#ekko x reader #arcane x reader #arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane series #league of legends #league of leguends #arcane netflix #ekko x you #ekko x y/n #arcane ekko #ekko lol #ekko league of legends #ekko #ekkoarcane #spiderman

[sergeantbuckybarnes]

the moment i knew // bucky barnes

Summary: When Bucky comes back from a mission with Natasha you can’t help but think something has changed between you and start doubting if this relationship is something Bucky really wants.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: insecure reader, jealousy, miscommunication, curse words, angst, fluff, drunk reader 

A/N: As always, please remember English is not my first language. I tried my best to write this, please don’t be rude. Also, thanks to @pistachoz​ for helping me and proofreading this!!

divider by @firefly-graphics​

You had never considered yourself as someone jealous, you believed it was an awful feeling, irrational. But you couldn't help the sense of discomfiture forming in the pit of your stomach when there was evidence for you to feel that way. Bucky has been on a mission with Natasha for two weeks, this was the first time the two were sent alone. In the beginning, you didn’t worry about it because- you were aware of the past your boyfriend and the black widow shared, but Bucky had always assured you that it was in the past and he didn't see her as anything more than a friend. He made sure to show you every day how in love he was with you, and you didn’t remember the last time you felt this happy with someone. 

But this mission changed everything. 

Bucky usually calls you to check on you, even if he’s busy he always finds a way to text or call you, but this time he hadn’t even answered you. You got worried at first, millions of thoughts of what could have happened racing in your mind, but when Natasha contacted Tony to assure him they were okay, all you could wonder was why hadn't your boyfriend contacted you.

You gave him the deficit of the doubt and tried not to take his avoidance the wrong way but when they came back, he went straight to his room without even sparing a glance your way. What game was he playing at? What has happened on that mission to make your boyfriend act this way?

“You should go to talk to him,” Wanda advised  “I’m sure there’s a reason for him acting this way”

“Oh yeah? And what is it?” you scoffed. 

You were in Wanda’s bedroom. She was your best friend, always supporting you when you needed it, this time was no different.

“Y/N, you know Bucky. He’s not that kind of guy. I’m sure there’s a reason. Stop being stubborn and go to talk to him”

You looked at her; she was giving you the “mom look”. You sighed. You loved Bucky, and you didn’t want to lose him. There had to be a reason, right? You knew he loved you, he even said he wanted to grow old and have a future with you. 

You get up from Wanda’s bed. “You’re right,” You walked out of your friend’s bedroom and made your way to your boyfriend’s room. When you reached the corner of his hallway, you hear a door opening and people laughing. You put your head out the corner and you saw Natasha on the doorstep of your boyfriend’s bedroom. He was there too. Shirtless. She laughed at something he said and you didn’t catch and she smacked his right arm in a joking way. He was laughing too. You had never seen your boyfriend laugh that way with anyone other than you. Or Steve. And maybe Sam. But with Natasha? Never. Also, he hated when people invaded his personal space and touched him without permission.

You huffed as tears pricked at the back of your eyes and made your way back to your friend’s bedroom. Once there, you closed the door and slid to the floor. All the anger you once had turning bitterly into sadness, poisoning every fiber in your being. Tears started to blossom on your eyes and sliding through your cheeks. Wanda ran towards you and embraced you in her arms, asking what had happened, stroking your hair, in an attempt of calming you.

Sobbing you tried to tell her what you saw, the more you cried the hard it was talking and breathing for you. Wanda got you up from the floor and walked you to her bed, she cupped your face in her hands and wiped the tears from your cheeks.

“Breath, Y/N” She breathed in and on with you until you calmed a little. 

You didn’t understand how he could do this to you. After all the things you had done for him. All the panic attacks, all the nightmares, and the sleepless nights you shared with him. And that is the way he repaid you? Going on your back with your friend?

And Nat, you had trusted her, the countless times you had told her things you would say to anyone, she was your friend and she assured she felt nothing for him anymore. She assured what happened between her and Bucky was done. You feel betrayed by two of the most important people in your life. 

If he wasn’t happy with you, he could have told you. Yes, it would have hurt, but not much hurt as the one you were feeling right now.

“Are you sure that was what you saw? Maybe you misinterpreted it,” Wanda was trying to help, knowing Bucky and Natasha, it was impossible to think they would do such a thing to you.

“Wanda, if you saw Vis shirtless laughing at night with another woman in his bedroom, and this woman is touching him, what would you think? How can you misinterpret that?” It wasn’t about being open-minded, permissive, or controlling. It was about respect. There are things you don’t do if you are in a relationship with someone. He was out a lot of nights with Sam and Steve, and you were okay with that. You didn’t mind if he has girl-friends. But what you saw today and his attitude towards you in the last two weeks was something you could not ignore.

Wanda paused for a moment, thinking about what to say to you to make you feel better “Well…if they’re really doing this to you, then fuck them. They don’t deserve you,” your friend stated, “this defines them, but not you.” 

You sniffled wiping your nose with the back of your hand. Your eyes were red from crying and they started to hurt. “Can I sleep here tonight?”

You usually slept with Bucky, either you went to his room or he came to yours. But tonight that wasn’t an option. Possibly, that wouldn’t be an option anymore.

“Of course,” She wasn’t going to leave you alone when you were going through such a hard time. You had always been there for her, and now she was going to be there for you.

When Pietro died, and she came to the Avengers Compound you were the first one to came and check up on her, you didn’t ask her how she was feeling, that was a stupid and obvious question, you just stay there with her, offering your support. And from that moment she knew you were going to be a very important part of her life.

“Now try to sleep. If you don’t rest, you won’t heal”

The next day came sooner than you would have wanted to. The sunlight coming through the windows made you rub your eyes. 

“How did you sleep?” Wanda was lying next to you, she had just woken up a few seconds before you. 

“Not my best night,” You sat up in bed and rubbed your temples. 

You felt her hand on your shoulder and you looked at her “I’m with you, okay?” You’re not alone,” She gave you a reassuring smile.

You were going to have to face Bucky and Natasha, and you weren’t prepared for that. When you reached the kitchen, you could hear their laughs again. The same laughs from last night. You took a deep breath and pursed your lips, trying to suppress the tears that were starting to form in your eyes. Not again. Not in front of them.

When your boyfriend noticed your presence, he turned his attention towards you, a wide smile spread on his face. “Hey, doll” He started to make his way to you “I went to your room last night but you weren’t there” Was he seriously like he didn’t ignore you for two weeks and yesterday acted like you didn’t exist? What a scoundrel.

He hovered over you, trying to wrap his arms around you but you dodged him. A confused look formed on his face. “I slept with Wanda. You seemed very busy, didn’t want to bother you.” You didn’t let him answer, just made your wake to the counter to pour two coffee mugs, one for you and one for your best friend.

Everybody was wearing confused looks at your behavior, you had never acted this way towards Bucky; you were quite the opposite, always hugging, kissing, or holding hands. Your PDA was something that drove the team crazy sometimes, but they were happy for you. Acting like this set alarms on everybody’s head. What the hell happened between you two?

Bucky tried to talk to you the whole day but managed to slip through his fingers. He wanted an explanation. He wanted to know what he had done to make you act this way towards him. You two were fine when he left on that mission, so what had happened in that two weeks he was gone?

He finally found his chance when he caught you alone in the gym. This time you wouldn’t walk away.  

“Y/N,” his voice was firm but not harsh, “Can we talk, please?”

“I don’t have time” You kept punching the bag and ignoring his presence. That’s it. He had enough. He grabbed your arm and turned you to him. Face to face.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Let me go” You pointed at your grabbed arm with your eyes and he let you go. 

Bucky huffed. “What did I do?”

You looked at him perplexed. Was he being serious?  “Are you really asking me that?”

“Y/N, honestly. I don’t know what I did.”

“You didn’t call, and neither answered any of my texts.”

“Really? That’s why you are mad? My phone broke and I couldn’t contact you”

You chuckled. What a lame excuse. “Of course. What about Nat then? You could have asked for her phone”

He frowned. “I told her to text to you, to tell you I was okay”

“Well, she didn’t”

“Maybe she forgot. I don’t know. It’s not much of a deal”

You were starting to get exasperated. He didn’t get it. 

“You know what, Bucky? Fuck you!” That was the last thing you said to him before you left the gym. Wanda was right. He didn’t deserve you, and he didn’t deserve your tears either. 

You didn’t hear of Bucky for the rest of the day. Now you were sitting in your bed, a framed picture of the two of you in your hands. Your eyes started burning. You missed him. You didn’t want to miss him. You two were happy, didn’t you? You didn’t understand what you had done wrong. 

You hear a knock on your door, you put the frame down on your bed and wiped your eyes. “Come in” 

The door of your bedroom opened to let you see who you used to consider a friend. What was she doing here?

“Get out” you got up from bed abruptly and pointed at the door. Natasha looked at you shocked. 

“Y/N, w-” you didn’t let her finish her sentence. 

“OUT. NOW.” But she didn’t budge. She just stayed there, looking at you. You finally got tired and pushed her out of your bedroom.

“Y/N, Calm down. I just wanna talk to you” You didn’t answer, closing the door in her face. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.” you called the AI system.

“Yes? Miss Y/N.”

“I don’t want anyone in my room. Don’t let anyone in. Only Wanda.”

“Alright. Miss Y/N. Do you want me to let Miss Maximoff know that you want to see her?”

“Yes, please.”

F.R.I.D.A.Y did as you told, and a few minutes later you hear a knock at your door. “Y/N. It’s me” You opened the door and crashed into the arms of your best friend. 

“Let’s get out of here. Please get me out of here.” The redhead looked at you worried.

“What happened?” she questioned.

“I don't wanna talk about it now. I just- I can’t be here”

Wanda looked at you sympathetically and wiped the tears off your face the same way she did last night. 

“Okay,” she nodded “Let’s get out. We are going to have a girls day”

When you came back to the compound it was late at night. You were stumbling, arm slugged on Wanda’s neck. You had drunk a little too much, trying to cop-out. Your mother always said that being drunk is the anesthesia of the fools.

“Best night EVER!” you yelled, raising your fist to the air.

Wanda hushed you. You were going to wake up the rest of the team. “Wan, you're so hot.” you keep babbling, Wanda laughed, she was going to make sure to remind you this night tomorrow. “I love you soooooo much”

“I love you too, Y/N”

“You’re like my best best friend” 

“You drank too much, Y/N. You need to sleep”

You shook your head, “No, no Imma go talk to him”

Wanda dragged to your best. “You’re going to sleep. You can talk to Bucky tomorrow”

“NOW!”

“Now you’re going to sleep” Wanda stated, getting tired of your drunk state. You looked at her, she looked so intimidating, you nodded like a scared puppy and did as she told. The moment your body hit your bed you fell asleep. “You’ll thank me tomorrow,” She said before stepping out of your room.

Sunlight streams golden through the window. You raised your heavy eyelids halfway only for them to fall shut again. The aching in your skull ebbs and flows like a cold tide. Now you understand why they call it a hangover. Perhaps some painkillers would help.

You hear a knock on your door, you groaned and wrapped yourself in your duvet, hoping that whoever was out the door would just go away. But the knock persists, louder each time.

Once on your feet the room swayed, almost causing you to lose balance and you reached for the wall. This feeling made you think you had to have fun last night but somehow it wasn’t in your memory.

The reflection on the mirror in the wall shows no sign of the glamour girl of last night. You rubbed your eyes before opening the door. 

“Wanda told me you would need this,” Bucky handed some painkillers and a glass of water in his hands. The cracking in your head and your dry mouth were too strong to ignore them and to kick out your boyfriend. You took the pill from his hand and threw them in your mouth followed by the glass of water.

“Fun night?” he asked, entering the room and closing the door.

“You could say that”

Bucky sat in your bed as you went into the bathroom. “You never handed alcohol well,” he chuckled under his breath.

“Bucky, what do you want?” you asked tiredly

“You and I have a pending conversation”

You sighed. “Now it’s not the best moment. Besides, I look awful”

“You always look beautiful,” he said softly, walking carefully to you, he brushed a piece of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear.

“Don't do this. Not now.” you closed your eyes, melting under his touch.

“Don’t do what? Telling you how I feel?”

“What happened between you and Nat?” you finally asked, the alcohol remaining in your system putting your defenses down. You didn’t want to fight. You just wanted to know. What Natasha had that you hadn’t?

Your question didn’t startle Bucky, not shocked him either. Little you know, Wanda had gone to his room last night, after she made sure you were asleep to question Bucky about his behavior towards you on the last few weeks. She cared for you, so much. You were like a sister to her, and she wouldn’t let anyone take advantage of you or make you feel like you weren’t worthy.

“There’s nothing between me and Natasha. I promise.” he said sincerely “I’m in love with you.”

“Then why didn’t you call or text me? Two weeks, Bucky. I hadn't heard from you in two weeks. You had me worried. We always call and text each other when we are on a mission”

“I told you, my phone broke. I told Nat to text you, I don’t know why she didn’t do it. I’m sorry”

You looked down. Bucky has never lied to you, and he has never given you a motive to mistrust him.

“What about the day you came? You ignored me the whole day”

“I was tired. All I wanted was to clean up and rest.”

“With Natasha?” you inquired

He looked at you confused, not knowing what you were talking about. “I went to your room that night, Natasha was there and you were shirtless”

He rubbed his face. “Oh, Y/N. That doesn’t mean what you think,” you looked at him, waiting for him to explain himself  “She just came to check up on me, I just came out of the shower, she didn’t even come in”

“You were laughing, though.”

“And you think that means I cheat on you? You always laugh with Steve and Sam. And I don’t think you are cheating on me with them. Why is Natasha any different?”

“Because-” you were ashamed of showing your insecurities to Bucky. “she had you first.” You couldn’t help to compare yourself to your friend, she was prettier, she was smart. She was everything you were not.

“And you have me now,” he cupped your face “And I want you forever.”

Bucky bent down and closed the gap between you. Finally feeling his lips in yours and- oh god. How have you missed the way he feels. He kissed you with so much gentleness like you were going to break any minute, but that wasn’t what you wanted right now; you needed to let him know that you were there, you wanted to feel every part of his body against yours and reassure yourself that he wasn’t going anywhere. You knotted your fists in his shirt, pulling him closer if that was even possible. He groaned, his hands firmly on your hips and lips agape. When you pulled away you smiled and touched his lips with your fingers. “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too, doll,” he said circling his arms around you making his way towards your bed until you hit the mattress, his body hovering over yours. “We have so much time to make up to.” 

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fanfiction #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine

[atinytokki]

The Windy Road

vi. The Folded Bluebird

The three month anniversary of the Song family’s arrival in town passed without incident to Mingi’s great relief.

Since that first week in the new house things had calmed down and started looking up.

His parents had a stable trade business going, Minseok had a job serving drinks at the pub he spent so much time at, and Mingi and Bosung played after school just about every day. 

A couple of months in, Mingi had been holding his breath, waiting for the day his parents sat them down and explained that they’d be moving again, just like they always did when the weather got cooler and the term was halfway up. But each day came and went with not even the faintest notion of packing and leaving, and on their three month anniversary, Mingi felt assured enough to put away his suitcase.

It was a momentous occasion.

“We haven’t stayed in one place that long in at least the past five years,” he explained to Bosung as they walked home together, swinging their school bags carelessly and kicking colourful leaves out of their way.

“I’m sure you did when you were a baby,” Bosung pointed out. “Travelling with a three month old doesn’t sound very safe.”

“Well, of course,” Mingi scoffed. “But I don’t remember it. The longest I remember staying somewhere was that strange little farm town west of here. The bugs were huge so I mostly stayed inside.”

“You’re such a scaredy-cat,” Bosung giggled at him and linked their arms as they approached their street. “Are you coming to help finish the building project? The Heo family is moving in tomorrow and some things still need to be finished.”

Something else that was different for Mingi— other new people moving in. Being even newer than the Song family was a feat given how often they relocated, and Mingi was having a lot of mixed feelings about the idea.

Still he nodded as the pair passed by both of their cottages and stopped at the end of the street. It was where a brand new house was being built, everything fresh and shiny for the family moving in. Some tiles needed to be fixed on the roofing before it was deemed ready, so both the boys carefully made their way up to where Bosung’s father was already working.

“You know how to handle the tiles properly, right Mingi?” The man asked as Bosung immediately got to work. Being the son of an architect came with its perks. For a fleeting moment, Mingi was jealous.

“Of course!” Mingi lied quickly. “I’ve definitely done this before.”

If the man saw through his dishonestly, he didn’t say, but Mingi noticed the way he slowed down his work speed so Mingi could watch and copy what he was doing. 

By sunset the work was finished, and the boys sat, satisfied, on the newly tiled roof and looked out at the stunning view of the sea below them.

Mingi always thought of Hongjoong when he saw the ocean.

It had been a few weeks since he’d seen him, but most of the time if they saw each other it was at the beach.

Part of him felt guilty about neglecting the older boy, but really it was no one’s fault.

Hongjoong had a lot of responsibilities placed on him by his relatives and little time to play, and Mingi was busy with school and Bosung, so Hongjoong naturally fell through the cracks.

Mingi cringed as he thought back to last month when he’d tried to get the two to meet before learning they already knew each other from when Hongjoong used to attend school, before Mingi’s arrival. They had been neighbours and classmates, even though that wasn’t the case anymore.

It was easy to see that living with his extended family at Jangwon Hall changed things for Hongjoong and kept him cooped up there much more than he’d like, so Mingi felt relieved when he found him at the beach every once in awhile, free for a chat or a picnic.

“I heard one of the Heo family’s children is our age,” Bosung broke into Mingi’s thoughts casually.

“Really?” Mingi perked up. Three whole friends at once? That would be nothing short of a miracle. “I hope they’re nice.”

“Me too,” Bosung sighed contentedly. “We’ll be the three neighbours and friends.”

“But nothing will change between us, right?” Mingi asked after a pause. He hated to sound desperate, but he’d gotten invested in this friendship against his natural instincts, and he’d hate to see anything destroy it. “We’ll still be best friends.”

“Of course!” Bosung laughed, punching him lightly on the shoulder. “We’ll always be best friends.”

...

Mingi heard her before he saw her.

As he neared the schoolhouse, a laugh rang out and immediately caught his attention. It wasn’t a laugh he recognised and it was quite loud for so early in the morning, when he was practically still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

A new girl sat a couple of seats away from his, with a pretty red ribbon in her braided her, laughing at something Bosung told her.

The pair perked up when Mingi entered and made their way over to him as he dropped his bag on his desk. 

“Mingi!” Bosung called. “This is Heo Dahye. Dahye, my best friend Song Mingi. He’s the one who lives a couple of houses down from you.”

Heo Dahye.

The new neighbour, a classmate their age... and somehow, Mingi hadn’t considered that she’d be a girl or that she’d be this pretty.

“Here, I made you this,” she broke into a smile and pulled something out from behind her back, shoving it into his hands. It was a little paper bluebird, crafted delicately from folding paper and decorated with colourful ink. It was cheery and pleasant— just like Dahye.

“Th-Thank you,” Mingi finally got out, returning a shy smile and setting the bird on his desk so it was facing him. It was like a little treasure. “Welcome to Panhang, by the way.”

“I got one, too!” Bosung interrupted, breaking the spell as he waved a red folded bird in Mingi’s face. “Isn’t she talented? I suggested she try making a sea turtle next.”

Dahye chuckled again before becoming distracted by the school mistress’ appearance and rushing off to give her a special folded bird of her own.

“She seems a lot more excited about moving here than you were,” Bosung prattled on as he took his seat. “Anyway, I asked her if she wanted to go sailing some time next week, just the three of us, since she’s never been on the ocean before. You can handle the boat, right?”

Mingi suddenly blanched and thought back to his first day at school. He still hadn’t come clean about his complete inability to sail after that first conversation with Bosung, and it looked like now he was finally being tested on it. But now that Dahye was involved, he couldn’t just fess up and let someone else go with them in his place.

“Y-Yes, I can do that... if you can find a boat for us to use...” he smiled weakly and opened up his textbook as class began, panicking internally.

Now he had Dahye and Bosung to impress with his famed boating skills, and if Bosung was looking to show off as much as it seemed he was, there was no way he’d rent them a small, easy-to-use, canoe type vessel.

Mingi spent all day chewing his lip and looking for a solution before remembering— Hongjoong’s parents had been fishing when they died, which meant he most likely knew how to fish too, which meant he most likely also knew how to sail.

Suddenly, Mingi had a plan. 

While the three of them walked home, he peeked at the cliffside and hoped Hongjoong would be there. After making a flimsy excuse about needing to study, Mingi waited until Dahye skipped off to unpack and Bosung was gone to run down to the beach and pace in the sand at the place Hongjoong usually met him.

It was almost an hour until the older boy appeared, surprised to see Mingi waiting for him.

Mingi wasted no time, grabbing him by the arms and whispering in a low voice, “Hongjoong, I need you to teach me to sail by next week or my friendships are over and my reputation is destroyed.”

“Oh...” Hongjoong whispered back, removing himself from Mingi’s grip before looking around. “Why are we whispering?”

“I don’t know, I’m just nervous,” Mingi whined, pulling at his hair. “Why did I have to tell Bosung I was good at sailing, and why did he have to remember it and bring it up to Dahye...”

“I take it something happened?” Hongjoong ventured hesitantly, watching as Mingi flopped down in the sand.

“This new girl moved in and she’s amazing but Bosung decided to be a show off and offer up my nonexistent sailing skills to impress her. I can’t believe I singlehandedly ruined my own life. Unless...”

“You want me to help you?” Hongjoong summarised for him, sitting down along side him. “You know, it takes more than a couple of days to become an expert.”

“Teach me how to fake it then?” Mingi squeaked, embarrassed. Here Hongjoong had probably been hoping they could catch up and play around for the first time in awhile and Mingi was begging impossible tasks from him instead.

Predictably, Hongjoong’s eyes dropped and he pulled his legs up to his chest with a sigh, gaze on the water as usual. “Mingi, I... don’t want to go back out there.”

It made sense. These waters were dangerous at times and full of particularly bad memories always.

“But you’re always here on the beach,” Mingi pointed out. “Haven’t you been out on the water since... that night?”

Hongjoong shook his head vehemently and inhaled a tremulous breath. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly after a pause. “I just can’t.”

Mingi swallowed the guilty lumps bunched up in his throat and nodded in understanding.

“However,” Hongjoong continued, turning to face him again. “I can teach you what I know from on dry land.”

A smile slowly grew on Mingi’s face and he leaned forward with expectation. “Do you mean it?”

Hongjoong nodded and beamed as Mingi tackled him in a hug. “It won’t be easy, but as long as you don’t sink, you should be fine.”

Mingi gasped and pulled away. “Don’t joke like that!”

Hongjoong ignored his comment and got to his feet. “Alright, listen up. Lesson one is starting now.”

Mingi grinned from ear to ear and raised an arm in mock salute. “Yessir!”

...

When the day arrived, Mingi felt like his heart would pump out of his chest.

“My parents said not to go too far out,” he prefaced as he inspected the boat, recalling the names and functions of all the sheets and ropes he had spent day and night studying about. It wasn’t just an excuse either, his mother still worried when it came to the sea.

“That’s fine by me,” Dahye chirped agreeably, peeking out from under the rim of a cute little sun hat, decorated with her trademark red ribbon.

Mingi let Bosung do most of the entertaining as soon as they were out on the water, focused on keeping them afloat and checking the weather.

There were a thousand and one things to be on top of and the time passed by quickly, gathering clouds sending them back to the beach when their afternoon was spent.

Relieved and resigned never to lie again, Mingi walked home with his friends and paid special attention to the way Dahye smiled at him in thanks.

“You did well for a first-timer,” she nudged him slyly as soon as Bosung had broken off when they reached his house.

“Wh-What?” Mingi spluttered, glancing around. “I don’t know what you mean. You’re the first-timer, not me.”

“Actually, I only said I’ve never been on the ocean. My father owned a riverboat service in the town we came from,” she giggled. Their pace slowed down as they neared Mingi’s cottage. “Besides, I saw you practicing on the beach with that other boy. I don’t remember seeing him in class, what’s his name?”

Pretty, talented, and smart. Mingi could feel his cheeks getting warm the longer she stared at him.

“Uh, um, right, that’s Hongjoong. Kim Hongjoong, he lives at Jangwon Hall up the beach from here. Actually he used to live in my house— well, it’s a bit of a story.”

“I’ve got time,” Dahye smiled warmly and clasped her hands behind her back as they sauntered up the path towards her place.

“I’ll walk you home then,” Mingi offered eagerly, feeling something flutter in his chest.

He didn’t quite know what it was, but it was the start of something exciting.

...

A/N: Hey guys! It’s been awhile since updating this one and suddenly we’re halfway through it?! (According to the outline that I may or may not follow, anyway) Well, I hope you liked it and don’t forget to give some love and have a nice day :)

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We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

                     Ahn Haeun, who is known by no other name,                               a 23 year old daughter of Morrigan.                                      She is an escort at Babylon.

FC NAME/GROUP: kang seulgi / red velvet CHARACTER NAME: ahn haeun (noelle) AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 23 / december 25th 1997 PLACE OF BIRTH: seoul, south korea OCCUPATION: escort at babylon HEIGHT: 160cm WEIGHT: 46kg DEFINING FEATURES: petite body shape and sharp eyes, ears pierced and tattoos on her cleavage, ankle and close to her wrist.

PERSONALITY: few people would suggest that haeun is the daughter of the goddess of war and death considering how friendly and soft spoken that is her demeanor. most would argue that she doesn’t have much of a strong personality. she doesn’t really involve herself in arguments, even if it isn’t easy for her to change her morals and beliefs, she just doesn’t like to get involved in conflicts in general, definitely the type to agree with someone just in her words and then do it quietly in her own way or not truly have her mind changed. haeun isn’t someone who easily judges others and is a good listener, isn’t really the first to initiate small talk or social interaction unless she feels like she needs to, but she does know how to indulge in them. haeun isn’t someone who likes to talk about herself nor show most of her negative emotions around people. so even with her mostly friendly behavior, she can come off as always putting a wall between herself and others, especially when considering that if people pay enough attention they can see how she’s keeping a friendly mask at all times.

haeun mostly acts like she’s fine with her powers, but she avoids using them at all costs, both because she doesn’t have exactly good memories with using them and also because she doesn’t trust herself with them, especially her enhanced strength so she’s actually very uncomfortable with them.

HISTORY:

i. a mother isn’t something that haeun misses.

it’s not something that makes a difference because she has her dad and he’s always trying his best, always trying to play the role of two parents instead of one so she tries her best to, so when he’s insecure and anxious around his daughter because they’re seeing how all the other kids have their moms with them or it’s a bad night, haeun draws dad and her and tells him that’s all she needs, that their family might be a little different from others but they’re still a family, tells him that she doesn’t need a mom if she has her dad.

dad has always been a little more of an emotional person and that’s why he always cries when haeun does that, but she knows that it’s ok because he also smiles and hugs her tightly.

ii. if she knew that being paired (by the teacher) with this boy from her class for art class during her second year of middle school would cause her this much trouble, she’d have insisted to have her partner changed.

it starts with small things: one or two mean notes left on her desk here and there, a missing notebook that she finds later in the school’s fountains that she doesn’t really care about since she can just take the notes again from someone else, some girls stopping you to point out that they don’t like her because her cheeks are too chubby or her eyes are too small or to bash her still in development drawing skills. all those things that are easy to ignore so haeun does exactly that, thinking that they’d stop as soon as they got bored of it, but they don’t.

things get a little worse after a while. her desk is vandalized and turned upside down when she comes to class one day, her sketchbooks are found in the school’s fountain, they put pushpins on her seat and her shoes, to bump into her and have things food or drinks dropped on her. things get worse when they ruin this huge poster she was making for the art club that they’d use in the school’s festival and then when they corner her one day after school and start bad talking about her dad and then she gets angry, angrier than she has ever been with anyone or anything and—

the last thing she remembers is sitting down naked in one of the bathrooms of the school, hands shaking and covered in blood that wasn’t her own, until her dad found her and covered her with his jacket with the promise that everything would be alright.

iii. it’s like the incident at school never happened. haeun’s dad doesn’t talk about it, haeun doesn’t talk about it— or they don’t talk a lot about it. at least her dad tries to bring it up, but in the end haeun just shuts him down right away. the further he ever got to her was to offer for her to see a professional about anger issues if she wishes so. haeun refuses because she doesn’t have anger issues. and that’s how it ends.

they’re moving to paris, france and haeun feels like this is her chance of a new her, a new life, new school and new friends. so much that she doesn’t complain or refuse when her classmates in school get her a new name, one that is easier for them to pronounce and remember. it’s so easy to pretend that the incident in the school never happened, it’s easy to forget.

but she’s a little careful now, tries to not get too close with any of the popular kids even when they approach her first, prefers to do as much assignments on her own as she can, avoids staying after school for too long, doesn’t draw nearly as much as she did before.

dad is also much busier with work now, doesn’t spend nearly as much time with her as he did. haeun doesn’t mind because she can see that he’s trying his best, that he doesn’t stay away because he doesn’t want but more like he doesn’t have a choice. and it just makes things easier, not talking about what one or both of them don’t want to talk about, to pretend that haeun hasn’t started being much more aware of her own strength, how she breaks things more often now than before, how she avoids touching people, even her dad, afraid that she’ll break them too; to pretend it doesn’t feel like her dad isn’t sharing something important with her, something she should know.

but she’s also starting picking up sketching even more now, when she gets into high school, feels a little safer now. so there’s that.

iv. but of course that peace doesn’t last forever and haeun was bound to do some stupid shit again during her second year in art school.

haeun knows the signs and the patterns because she has been there before. she probably realizes that group of students won’t leave this poor girl alone until something extreme happens. and the thing is that haeun tries her best to ignore it because she knows, better than anyone else, how that will end and she wants to be selfish for once, to keep the nice things she finally managed to gather again to herself for a bit longer.

she doesn’t want to have to move out again.

but of course that the universe had another plans for her when she catches the group cornering the girl in an empty classroom and everything feels a little too familiar. then, suddenly it isn’t the stranger that haeun sees in the middle of the group, but herself when she was twelve and scared but mostly angry and she’s moving before anyone can throw the first punch.

v. all the aggressors end up in the hospital, not nearly dead but still in bad shape, and haeun isn’t sitting in the bathroom this time, but at the principal’s office with her hands covered in blood that isn’t her own. she isn’t shaking this time either, or at least not as much as when she was a kid. no one is going to press charges because it’d be a scandal too big for the art school to handle but haeun knows that they can’t afford to have her as a student anymore.

dad tries to talk to her about it and this time haeun lets him until she realizes that he isn’t going to give her the answers that she wants— needs. so haeun pushes him harder and harder until it’s too hard, until she ends up breaking his clavicle because she grabbed him with too much strength.

so it’s with haeun feeling like she’s anything BUT human that her dad finally tell her that she might not be one. at least not entirely.

vi. haeun moves out again but without her dad this time, feels like it’d be safer for both of them and perhaps to find a little more about herself. he told her about this island that there are more people like her, that maybe she could find herself a little more comfortable there or at least it’s somewhere that people won’t freak out if she turns herself into a crow because of a mental breakdown or anything of that sort.

she also tries to see this as a yet new her, a yet new life, with yet new friends and— perhaps not university because at this point she thinks that educational institutions aren’t her thing. haeun also stops drawing altogether because it feels like it’s tainted with way too bad things at this point for her to enjoy it again, at least for now.

she adopts a cat, a pretty fluffy thing to keep her company since she doesn’t have dad with her anymore.

and just— this time she just really hopes she gets to stay.

PANTHEON: celtic CHILD OF: morrigan POWERS:

avian shapeshifting: is able to shapeshift into a crow at will. this ability is usually triggered by any sort of strong emotion, be it negative or positive.

enhanced strength: is stronger than an average human being. this is not an ability that she can turn on and off, therefore, she needs to be very careful with how she handles things (and people).

natural battle instincts: is naturally adept to fighting, from picking up fighting styles more easily to learning how to manipulate all kind of weapons, including almost like moving on her own in the very rare occasions that she needed to throw fists with someone.

STRENGTHS:

independent: more often than not she can figure and work things out on her own without much struggle.

caring and empathetic: she tries not to move out of her way to look after other people but that’s what she ends up doing that anyway, especially if they’re close to her.

diplomatic: since haeun doesn’t like conflict and avoids it at all costs, she’s actually quite good with her words and at finding a middle ground in discussions

WEAKNESSES:

even if she’s stronger than most people, she’s not invincible and her body does feel the backfire of its strength. ex: she can break a wall with her fist very easily but at the cost of her hand.

her clothes do not shift with her when she shapeshifts into a crow so she needs to be careful to when and where she uses that power.

has a tendency to bottle her feelings up and not dealing with problems head on like she should.

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My Man Part VI

A Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader Fic

Summary: Reader is a Broadway actress currently starring in a West End production of Funny Girl. She’s a widow, thanks to the Vietnam War, but it’s a well-kept secret. She also wants everyone to think she doesn’t care for rock music. She met Roger Taylor when he brought his date backstage. They didn’t start off great, but a party at Freddie’s turned them around. Now, they’re friends. After she was attacked by a director, Roger is there for her. Then she gets a surprise visitor with some wise words for her.

Word Count: 2.6K

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Part VI here we go!!!

You spent the next few days at home, recovering. Roger stayed with you all the time, leaving only for band stuff and to shower and change. You thought about telling him he could bring some things over, but you weren’t sure what kind of message that sent.

It was Roger who told you that you absolutely could not go back to work. You agreed only because there wasn’t enough makeup to cover the bruise around your eye. You also couldn’t bear the thought of performing “You Are Woman, I Am Man.” It made your stomach clench to even think about. You gave Gary the excuse that you were ill, and he bought it.

Three days after your assault, you were relaxing with Roger on your couch. You were reading your old copy of Jane Eyre, while he dozed beside you, his arm draped lazily across your shoulders. You’d always loved Jane Eyre. When times were hard, you read her story again. You told yourself that if she could overcome the things she did, you could overcome the trials of your own life.

As you read, you came across a line that struck your heart in a new way: “I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.”

You stopped. Closing the book, you glanced at Roger. He looked at peace as he slept, even with his head back and mouth slightly agape. You watched his chest rise and fall with each breath and remembered when you first met. He was acting so arrogant and you were so annoyed. Now he was at your side in the most dire situation you’d ever faced. How could this have happened? You, who were so sure you would never love again after losing George, were falling in love with Roger Taylor?

He didn’t even really look the same to you. Before - and perhaps still to others - he was the great Roger Taylor, drummer for Queen and womanizer extraordinaire. Now, he was just Roger, who held you close and punched your agent and slept on a lumpy sofa for you. Roger, who was talented and smart and passionate. Roger, a man you respected. A man you loved.

But what could ever come of it? He was also your best friend. Had his feelings changed? Had they ripened into this exciting and painful extra emotion? You weren’t even sure if you wanted an answer.

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. Roger shook awake and met your eyes. His sleepy face could have melted all the snow in Siberia. Your heart skipped a beat.

“You wanna get that or should I?” he asked, smirking.

You smiled. “I’ll get it.”

You padded over to the door and peered through the peephole. With a gasp and a cry of delight, you yanked the door open and threw your arms around the visitor.

“Jack!” you cried. “Oh my God!”

He laughed and spun you around. When he put you down, you saw Roger at the door. He looked between you and Jack and frowned.

“Roger,” you said. “This is my brother, Jack. Jack, this is Roger Taylor.”

Roger’s face immediately shifted and he smiled. “Oh, nice to meet you.”

He held out his hand and Jack shook it.

“So it’s true,” he said in almost a whisper.

“What’s true?” you asked.

Jack held up a copy of the issue of In Tune about you and Roger. “You’re doing it with the drummer of Queen!” He pulled you into a tight hug, rubbing the top of your head to mess up your hair as much as possible. “I’ve never been so proud of you!”

Roger looked away, grinning like an idiot.

“Get bent!” you laughed, shoving him off. “He’s just a friend.” You felt like you were lying as you said this. “Come inside, will you?”

Jack followed you into the flat, clapping Roger on the shoulder. Roger closed the door behind you. At last, Jack took in your face.

“You look like shit,” he said, playfully.

“Shut up,” you returned, rolling your eyes. “It doesn’t help that you just ruined my perfectly sloppy ponytail.”

“Did you get into another fight?” he asked.

“I’m sorry - another fight?” Roger interjected.

“She had an eventful youth,” Jack said.

Roger raised his eyebrows at you. You ignored him.

“Jack, what are you even doing here?” you wondered. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled, but it’s such a long trip.”

“Dear Mother and Father sent me after some of their English connections saw the magazine,” he explained, waving it around again. “I’m supposed to set you straight.”

“What does that mean?” Roger asked.

“It usually means she and I get drunk together and then I lie to our parents about it,” Jack told him. “I was kinda iffy about this one but it was a free trip to London, so I thought - what the hell, I wanna see her show anyway.”

“I haven’t been in the show for a couple days,” you said solemnly. “Bruises look especially bad under stage lights.”

“You’re going to have to explain that,” he replied. “Do I have to beat someone up?”

You raised an eyebrow. “I once tackled you to the ground and made you eat dirt.”

“So?” he returned. “I was like twelve.”

“I was twelve,” you corrected. “You were seventeen.”

Roger snorted and you looked smugly at your brother.

“You know what, that’s fair,” Jack admitted. “But I do still need to know what happened to you.”

You looked down. “Just a really shitty director.”

“Did he try to casting couch you?” he wondered.

You could only nod. Jack pulled you close. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” He kissed you on the head. “I love you so much and if I were as strong as you, I’d tackle that asshole to the ground and make him eat dirt.”

Tears pricked your eyes as you clutched his shirt and chuckled. “You’re an idiot and I love you.”

Roger looked at the pair of you incredulously. “You two are giving me emotional whiplash.”

“Sorry, Roger,” you said.

“Oh, are you on a first name basis?” Jack teased, letting you go.

You looked at him and it hit you all of a sudden that you hadn’t called Roger “Mr. Taylor” since Mark’s attack on you. It just came so naturally now.

“It’s a recent development,” Roger said. “I’ve been begging her to stop with the ‘Mr. Taylor’ but she refused.”

“Some habits are hard to unlearn,” Jack said. “But I’m glad she’s opening up.”

The corners of Roger’s mouth turned up, but stopped when he looked at the clock.

“I’ve got to go,” he said, looking at you. “Rehearsal. I’ll come back after, yeah?”

“Please do,” you replied.

He grabbed his things, pressed a kiss to your forehead, and left with a final wave.

“See ya, Roger,” you called.

“Great to meet you!” Jack added as the door closed softly behind Roger.

Jack whipped around and looked expectantly at you.

“What?” you asked, more defensive than you meant to sound.

“You love him,” he said.

“Of course I do, he’s my best friend,” you answered, too quickly.

“You know damn well I meant you’re in love with him,” he said. “Like wanna marry him, fuck his brains out, and have his babies.”

“Jack!”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong.”

You looked deliberately away from him, biting your lip.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. “So why aren’t you with him?”

“There’s a lot that goes into answering that,” you began. “You know me. I over-analyze every part of what I’m feeling until I’m ready to explode.”

“Break it down.”

“I still feel guilty about moving on from George.”

“Okay. And?”

“Roger and I are such good friends, I’m worried if I tell him how I feel, he’ll reject me and I’ll lose him.”

“And?”

“I’m still feeling weird about being touched after being groped by that director.”

“And?”

“That’s it,” you said.

“Liar,” he accused.

Glowering at him, you crossed your arms over your chest. “It’s true.”

“There’s something else.”

You groaned.

“Just tell me!” he insisted.

“I’m…” you trailed off, unsure how to word it. “I’m afraid that I...I won’t be able to please him...y’know...in that way.”

“Are you serious?” Jack returned.

“Yes!” you cried. “I’ve been with one person ever in my life, and I was married to him. Roger Taylor has been with - I dunno - every woman in London. And you should see the women he takes out, Jack. They’re head-turningly beautiful women.”

“Well, according to this bullshit magazine, he hasn’t been out with anyone since you eloped,” he said.

“We haven’t eloped,” you said.

“Anyway,” he began. “I should tell you that your sexual prowess probably doesn’t matter to him. And you’re every bit as beautiful as any of the girls he’s dated.”

“You haven’t seen them.”

“I don’t need to. Remember my first trip home from college? I brought back my roommate and he fell in love with you?”

“What?” you returned.

“God, I was so pissed too because I was convinced he was gay. Then we were up late at night talking, and he said you were so beautiful and all this other crap until he fucking cried.”

You giggled. “I’m sorry I ruined that for you.”

“So yeah, you’re pretty, okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed.

“And I do think Roger returns your feelings,” he continued. He held up the picture of you on the magazine. “I mean, look at his face here.”

You did. Roger was laughing as he looked at you in the photo. His arm was around your waist to have you near him. His eyes shone like the moon. Your expression was much the same.

“He looked like that every time he looked at you,” Jack said. “That’s how you look at the love of your life.”

Your face fell at those words.

“I know you feel guilty about George,” he said, not needing an explanation. “I loved him too and I know you risked everything for him. But he loved you so much. He’d never want you to stop living your life on his account.”

“I know,” you said.

“And honestly, I think he’d be damn proud of you for getting Roger Taylor,” he joked.

“I kinda think so too!”

You laughed together and for a moment you felt like you were a teenager again. Joking around with your big brother and the whole world ahead of you. You would never have guessed you would end up where you were.

“And as for the physical stuff after being hurt by that director,” he continued, serious now. “That’s just gonna take time. But I have a feeling that whenever you’re ready, Roger’s gonna be there for you.”

“You got all of that just from the way he looks at me?” you asked.

“It says a lot,” he said with a shrug.

“Thanks, Jack,” you replied. “I’m so glad you’re here to listen to my crazy.”

“What are gay big brothers for?”

When Roger returned that evening, you were nursing a glass of wine. You and Jack had killed a bottle while catching up before he returned to his hotel room. Now, you were back to your book. Roger smiled as he entered your living room.

“Hey,” he said. “Your brother clear off?”

“He went to his hotel room,” you said. “But he’s gonna be here for a week at least. He wants to see me in the show before he goes.”

“Are you ready for that?” he wondered, taking a seat.

You draped your legs across his lap. He gave them a gentle pat with his warm hands.

“I think I will be,” you assured him. “Nothing lifts my spirits like being on stage.”

“I admire your resilience,” he said.

You stared at him for a moment while he toyed with the fluff on your socks. You were suddenly overcome with affection for him. You smiled to yourself, and resumed comfortable silence. Roger did eventually get up to pour himself a glass of wine and then switched on the TV. You loved just existing in the same room with him.

That night, you awoke from a deep sleep from the noises in the living room. Thinking Roger had just left the TV on, you got up and headed out to switch it off. When you emerged from your bedroom, you were horrified to see the noises were coming from Roger. He was moaning, covered in sweat, and thrashing on the couch. You recognized this from the nights when George was home from Vietnam. Roger was having a nightmare. A PTSD nightmare.

You flew to his side, calling his name softly so you wouldn’t startle him. You pressed your hand onto his shoulder, and you felt how clammy his skin was. Gently, you rubbed up and down his arm until his movements slowed. He twitched away from you a few times, and you would back off for a moment before trying again.

“Roger,” you said, a little louder now.

His eyes snapped open, and he looked at you. For a split second, he moved away, as if he didn’t recognize you. Clarity swept over him and his hand shot toward you to cling to a bit of your nightgown. His chest heaved with his labored breathing, so you placed your hand over it. You could feel his heart pounding like a jackhammer.

“I’m here, Rog,” you said, cupping his face with your other hand. “I’m here. You’re safe.”

He tried to sit up, but you didn’t let him.

“Easy,” you soothed. “Just rest now, my darling.”

His breathing was still shallow, so you inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly.

“Can you do this with me, Rog?” you requested. “Come on, deep breaths.”

He closed his eyes and followed your lead. You kept a hand on his chest to feel his pulse as you settled him. His grip on your clothing relaxed as well.

“Are you alright?” you asked, when he opened his eyes again.

“Yeah...just a stupid dream,” he muttered.

“It looked pretty serious to me,” you said.

“S’nothing,” he insisted.

You didn’t answer and you shifted your body so that you were laying beside him. Without prompting, he buried his face in the crook of your neck as he hooked an arm around your waist. You dragged your nails gently across his back and hummed absentmindedly.

“Sing something for me,” he said.

“What would you like to hear?” you asked.

“Anything,” he told you.

You cleared your throat and began the first song that came to mind.

“Somewhere over rainbow, way up high,” you began.

He pulled his head back and looked so intensely at you, it took your breath away.

“How’d you know?” he wondered.

“What?”

“That’s the song my mum…” he trailed off. “After my dad was...extra rough, I guess. She sang that for us.”

You realized that must have been what he was dreaming. You ached with sympathy.

“You want me to stop?” you offered.

“No,” he said, returning his head to your shoulder. “No, don’t stop.”  

“There’s a land that I heard of, once in a lullaby…”

As you sang, you considered everything you discussed with Jack, and realized he was right. What you and Roger had was special. You cared about one another in a way that was deeper than bones. It was your souls that spoke to each other. The only thing left to know was who was going to act on it first.

If happy little bluebirds fly

Beyond the rainbow

Why, oh why can’t I?

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The Fugitive part XI - A quiet time

part I - part II - part III - part IV - part V - part VI - part VII - part VIII - part IX - part X - part XI - part XII  - part XIII  - part XIV

A/N: Thank you so much as always for your support! A/N2: English is not my first language. Pairing: Arthur Morgan x OC (Claire Russell) Warnings: a little angst, drunken people, fluff Words: 2,593 Tags: @asiramhera @missdictatorme @zoilalove213   @avast-you-dirty-dog @lowkeyofsassguard

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Theodore stood up from Claire’s bed, fixed his pants’ zip and left her alone in her bedroom not even looking at her once. Claire didn’t move, she was laying on her bed with shaking legs after the unwelcome intercourse. She closed her eyes in frustration letting rage tears roll down her cheek. She felt so miserable, so disgusted with herself. The urge to get clean invaded her and rang the bell to make Marianne come. The maid didn’t take long to appear on her nightgown and helped her madam to clean herself. During the process, tears didn’t stop falling from Claire’s eyes. “I need to get out of here…” She mumbled to herself.

“And how do you plan to do that?” Géraldine sat on her chair in front of Claire in the living room of Beaubois mansion. “Where will you go?” “I don’t know…” Claire exhaled feeling hopeless. “But I can’t endure that ever again.” “Mr Cornwall won’t let you go that easily. Nor your father who spent quite a fortune to get a deal with him. He won’t risk losing it.” “I know…” Mathieu, the butler came in with a plate of tea and pastries for both ladies. Claire kindly rejected them, she wasn’t hungry at all, her emotions made a knot in her stomach and wasn’t able to eat anything at the moment. Géraldine gladly accepted her tea. “I can lend you some money if you need.” Géraldine sipped her tea. “But I need to know your plan first. I don’t want you to do anything stupid.” Claire nodded absentmindedly, she had to think of something, she was unwilling to accept having a child of Theodore, to live like that. No, there might be a way to get away from all that.

Claire stepped in her house feeling how that big mansion made her feel insignificant. Some voices came from her husband’s office. Getting closer she recognised the voices of Theodore and Leviticus Cornwall. She tried to listen to what they were talking about. Their conversation was heated. She heard something of cargo from the Cornwall Oil field. To be sold in Saint-Denis port for a lot of money. A hatred feeling invaded her, it would be a pity if something would happen to that cargo. Claire immediately thought of Arthur. She needed to talk to him, that information would be useful to him and his gang. “How is the other matter going?” Leviticus voice woke her up from her thoughts. She didn’t know what was the other matter but deep down she could easily imagine it. “Working on it.” Theodore simply answered, he didn’t sound interested in that conversation. “You keep me updated.” Leviticus took his belongings and went straight to the door. Claire hid in the next room. “If she is of no use…” He turned around to his son with a menacing tone. “Yes, father.” Theodore replied bitterly. “No need for you to say it.” “Mr Russell played us well giving us that whore.” Leviticus voice was full of hatred. “And you, you better learn to control her.” Claire froze at those words scared of what might happen to her if she made a false step. She slightly opened the door from her hideout and saw Leviticus Cornwall leaving her house. She ran up the stairs to her room and took a piece of paper, a pen and wrote down a message to send to Arthur. “Marianne, please, could you send this note as soon as possible.” She gave the piece of paper to her maid, Marianne bowed at her and went away.

Arthur Morgan was waiting for Claire in the saloon of the east of Saint-Denis, the most humble part of that big city. For that, Claire borrowed some clothes from Marianne and used Arthur’s bandana he gave him some time ago to cover her neck. Her coach stopped just in front of the tavern. “Hey.” Arthur greeted her when she stood in front of him. Claire looked at him and a storm of feelings shook her. She wanted to hug him, kiss him, and cry her heart out and at the same time, she didn’t want him to touch her or even see her after what happened last night with her husband. “You okay?” He asked when he saw her face. “I need a drink.” She stated with a deep sigh. Arthur followed her inside the saloon. There was quite a lot of people that night and music too. A pianist and a violinist were playing some happy tunes. Claire pushed her way to the bar and ordered some strong drinks for her and Arthur. “I don’t have money, you will have to pay for it.” She spat to Arthur without looking at him, she didn’t pretend to sound that rude but it was stronger than her. Arthur looked at her puzzled and dropped some coins on the bar. The bartender served them the drinks and Claire drank in one shot. “Another!” She ordered hitting the bar with the glass. “Wow, easy girl!” Arthur tried to stop her but she already drank her second shot. “Just, don’t tell me what to do! That’s the last thing I need from you.” She turned to him for the first time she entered the saloon. Her eyes were read fill up with tears. Arthur was taken aback not knowing what to do or say. He got back to his drink. “I- I ain't good with those things…” Arthur mumbled scratching his beard. “but if you need to talk…” “Thank you. I appreciate it.” She took another shot. “But I’m not ready to talk… not yet…” “Okay…” He sighed. “But you better take it easy or you won’t last long.” “If I get too drunk, which is actually my intention, I know you will take care of me.” She kept drinking. “I ain't leaving you all the fun to you.” He drank his whiskey in one shot too and ordered another round. He wasn’t sure it was a good idea but Claire was strange, he had never seen her like that. He would drink with her but he would also keep an eye on her. The musicians started a polka and some people started to dance. Arthur looked at them and then back to Claire. He rubbed his nose, he drank his whiskey in a shot and turned to Claire. “Wanna dance?” He asked her. Claire surprised looked at him but didn’t have time to say anything that Arthur took her hand and dragged her to the centre of the dance floor. “Huh, Arthur, I don’t know the steps…” She worried starting to feel dizzy for all the alcohol. “It’s okay, I dunno them neither.” Arthur took her from her waist and pulled her close to him, starting moving following the music. From time to time, he made her spin and slowly her smile came back to her and turned to silly laughter every time she tripped on her feet or bumped into his chest. Arthur also smiled at her sight, he made her spin once again and she tripped on her feet falling in his arms. She stupidly laughed as alcohol started to make her headlight. Arthur leaned forward and kissed her. He wasn’t sure why he was doing that but he felt the urge and maybe it was the alcohol running in his veins but he couldn’t control himself. A shy smile appeared on Claire’s face but soon Arthur covered it with his mouth again, he could not have enough of her. “I’m going for a drink…” She sighed as soon as he let her catch her breath. “I ain't letting you go…” He whispered holding her tightly. “Geez, Arthur, I should have got you drunk sooner…” She laughed. “Who says I am drunk?” Claire bit her bottom lip feeling the red burning her cheeks. She took his hands from her waist and dragged him to the bar to order more drink. She knew she was pushing herself with so much alcohol but the need to forget last night was strong and it seemed that alcohol was helping her. “Hey,” Arthur grabbed her hand that was already holding another filled glass. “Ya know… ya can talk to me…” That soft voice, that gentle touch brought tears to her eyes, she fought them back, she didn’t want to cry, not in front of him. She wanted to be the light-hearted lady who was always smiling at everything, even at bad times. “Why do you keep saying that?” She freed herself from his hand. “I’m perfectly… Okay!” She took her drink in one shot with such eagerness she bumped into a stranger behind her making his drink spill up. Arthur and Claire burst into laugh for they had too many drinks to think straight. The stranger a tall man looked at her annoyed but when he saw it was a drunken lady his expression changed. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to him. Claire tried to get rid of him. Arthur stopped laughing and pushed the stranger to the wall grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. “Take yar hands off her!” Claire stepped forward in front of Arthur annoyed. “Come on, Arthur!” She protested. “Because I am a woman you think you always have to protect me? That I’m defenceless?” Arthur confused looked at Claire who suddenly threw a punch to the stranger leaving Arthur completely speechless. “Nice hook!” He whistled praising her. “Ow! That hurt!” She shook her hand in pain. “B'cause ya ain’t doin’ it right, princess.” Said Arthur. “Look,” he grabbed the man again by his shirt. “Ya’ve to close da hand like this, see?” Claire nodded exaggerating the movement. “And when ya punch ya’ve to follow the movement with yar hips, like this.” Arthur punched the man again making him fall on the floor. “Ya see?” “Yes, I think I got it.” She said sure of herself. Arthur nodded at her and raised the man again whose lips were bleeding for that punch. “Then yar turn.” He showed her the man’s jaw. “Please… I didn’t do anything….” The man begged. “Oh, ya won’t leave da lady without her lesson, will ya?” Arthur pushed the man even more against the wall with a menacing tone. “No, no…” He said raising his hands defenceless. Arthur smiled at him sarcastically and turned to Claire to invite her to punch the man. “Okay..” Claire took a deep breath, closed her fist how Arthur just taught her, tried to imitate the hip movement and she finally stroke the man making him fall on the floor. “That’s ma gurl!” Laughed Arthur lifting her from the ground. “She broke ma nose!” The stranger covered his bleeding nose being unable to get up. “Hey! Leave our friend alone, you drunkards!” Two other men appeared behind them, one of them grabbed Arthur’s shoulder. Arthur turned around and removed the hand on his shoulder. “Or what?” Arthur’s reflexes weren’t in his best conditions and couldn’t dodge the punch thrown at him. He nearly fell on the floor but one of the two men took him immobilizing him by his arms while the other started to punch his face and belly. “Hey!” Claire protested trying to free Arthur but all she got was a push that made her bump against the wall hitting her head. “Ya piece of shit!” Arthur used the strong grip from the man he got behind him to kick the man in front of him. He freed himself from the grip and punch the other man on the face making him fall. He straddled him and started punching him again and again. The other man came behind Arthur and wrapped his arms around his neck strangling him. Arthur tried to free himself but he couldn’t. Claire got up and took a bottle that was standing on the bar and hit that man on his head making him fall unconscious. Arthur recovered his breath and looked at Claire who was feeling dizzy unable to stand straight leaning on the wall. Her face told him she was ready to throw up. Arthur took her hand and dragged her in the back alley of the saloon and let her threw up all the alcohol she just consumed. “I told ya to not drink that much….” Arthur was rubbing her back with one hand trying to make her feel better and holding her hair with the other hand. “And that fast…” He chuckled trying to not sound like he was scolding her. “Cornwall wants an heir…” Claire confessed, still leaning on the wall ready to throw up more. Arthur didn’t say anything, he didn’t quite understand what was she saying. “He wants me to have that child….” Tears started rolling down her cheeks and Arthur understood what was happening. “And I don’t want it… I hate him, I don’t want him to touch me ever again… It was so disgusting… I hated every second of it… I just can’t….” She let herself fall on her knees sobbing uncontrollably holding herself trying to erase the memories from last night with her husband. “I feel so dirty…” Arthur not knowing what to say sat down by her side and wrapped her in his arms trying to appease her pain, but the more he shushed at her the more she cried her heart out. He held her tighter feeling the frustration of not being able to do anything and the rage against Cornwall to inflict her so much pain. Suddenly the saloon door opened and the men who Arthur fought minutes before emerged followed by policemen. “There they are!” The broken nose man pointed at them. Arthur felt helpless, Claire was sobbing in his arms unable to stand up and he wasn’t going to leave her there. He sighed. “Everything will be all right.” He whispered in Claire’s ear as the policemen arrested them.

Minutes later they were sitting in a police coach road to the police station. Claire stopped sobbing but she didn’t say a word for a while and Arthur was getting worrier. He didn’t care for him to go spend the night to jail, he had been there too many times to not care anymore, he was worried for Claire. She was in such a mental state that broke Arthur’s heart. They were soon put in different but adjacent cells, the police told them to stay still and maybe the next morning they will be free to go, depending if those three men put charges on them. “I’m sorry…” Claire whispered when they were left alone in their cells. “For what are you apologizing for?” Arthur got near the bars that were separating them. Thankfully the gap between the bars was enough for Arthur’s arms to go through them and he could reach her face to caress it. “If it wasn’t for me….” She continued staring at the floor. “We wouldn’t be in this mess.” “Nonsense.” Arthur cupped her face and lift it to make her look at him. “None of this is your fault.” Claire’s eyes were filled with tears again. “I feel so lost, Arthur… I want to just go away, but I don’t have any other place to be…”   Silent tears fell down her cheeks and Arthur held her as much as the bars allowed him. “It’s okay…” He tried to smooth her. “Why don’t you try to sleep a little?” Claire nodded. They both sat down next to each other, holding hands. Claire fell asleep

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FEARLESS - Part VI

Kai Parker x Reader word count : 3 489 keep reading after the cut😉 *not my gif _____________________

“I am so proud of you Y/N.” said Elena , laying in her bed in the hospital. Damon holding her hand while Y/N leaned in to hug her mother. “I want to you be h-happy… and if Kai is the one w-who makes you happy.. be with him.” Y/N smiled through tears , caressing her mother’s face. “Thanks mom. I knew you’d see there is good in him.” Elena managed a weak smile and turned towards her husband. “You’ve m-made me so h-happy.” her hand reaching for his cheek. “P-promise me you will take care of Y/N ..and won’t stand in the way of her happi-ness.” “I promise.” said Damon pressing his lips to Elena’s. “I love you. I will always love you.” “I will always lo-ve you too.. both of -” “Mom ? MOM ?” Y/N grabbed her mother’s shoulders , shaking her while the EKG beeped. “Wake up ! MOM !”

Y/N opened her eyes , her hands shooting for her cheeks to wipe away the tears from them but someone else was faster. She closed her eyes feeling Kai’s thumb wiping a tear away and then turned towards him. It has been barely two weeks since her mother had passed away , but the memory of their last moments together still haunted her in her dreams and Kai was always there to comfort her. “Same dream?” he asked quietly , pulling her closer to him. Y/N only nodded. Her voice had gotten lost somewhere in between all the sobs and screams of frustration the past weeks. There was her anger stage where she had basically used Kai as a punching bag even though none of what happened had been his fault. She’d punch him in the chest and then break into tears buring her face in it , Kai wrapping his arms around her tightly , stroking her hair until she calmed down. Y/N doubted she’d ever get to acceptance. Denial and anger were her default setting at the moment. Kai had compelled the principal in her high school to give her a month absence leave and he had been there with her at the funeral. They had buried her mother in the Salvatore crypt , right next to her uncle Stefan. Kai hated seeing her like this - her eyes were constantly red and puffy , she refused to eat and all she did was stare at the wall or the ceiling. The only time he heard her voice was when she was screaming , cursing Klaus and his stupid hybrid army that cost her her mother’s life. He didn’t know what to do to help her. Last thing he wanted was to try and compell her grief away. Kai didn’t want to take that choice away from her and even if he did that wouldn’t work - her father and god mother would kill him for it. So instead he was doing the best to support and comfort her. The next morning Kai woke up alone in bed. He got up quickly looking around only then hearing the sounds coming from the kitchen. In a flash he got up and rushed over there worried something bad might’ve happened but what he found there surprised him even more. There she was - Y/N. Her hair pulled in a pony tail , fully dressed and there was even a small smile on her face when she saw him. Her eyes were still puffy but not as red as before. “Morning.” she said. “Are you hungry ? I made … a lot of food.” Kai walked over to her , smiling at the ground. Y/N had made a lot of food alright - pancakes , waffles , scrambled eggs and by the looks of it she had had a lot of coffee - her hands were shaking and her eyes were open wide. He took her hands in his , meeting her eyes. Y/N was putting on the best show she ever had - acting as if nothing had happened. Kai brushed her cheek with his fingers and she closed her eyes for a moment. “Are you okay ? Right … stupid question.” he said pulling her into a hug. “It is OK to mourn you know …” “I know.” she said quietly. “But I can’t be sad forever. Gotta keep pushing - getting up in the morning , eating , sleeping and then again and again until it just doesn’t hurt as much anymore.” Kai pressed his lips to hers gently , sharing their first kiss since it all had happened. “I am sorry for using you as a punching bag.” she said laughing nervously. “I know you did everything you could to help. Thank you.” “I’ve had all that punching coming sweetheart. After everything that I’ve done…” he said kissing her forehead. “Don’t ever say that.” she said softly. “Whatever you have done in your life , you have done way more to redeem yourself…” Kai smiled , gently brushing his palm against her cheek. There she was , the worst thing that could’ve happened to her had happened. Y/N had lost her mother and despite the fact she knew all the things he had done , Y/N was still very much on his side ready to jump and defend him at any moment. “How did I get so lucky ? Having you in my life …” “I was asking myself the same thing.” she said smiling and pushing him onto one of the chairs. Kai grabbed her by the waist seating her onto his lap. They had breakfast together , Kai insisting on feeding her just to make sure she got something to eat after spending so long barely eating. A few minutes later there were knocks on the door and Kai went to open it , finding Bonnie standing there. He swallowed hard , anticipating whats going to happen. She was probably there to send him to another Prison World or something. “Hey. Can I come in?” asked Bonnie with a small smile on her face. “Um yeah sure.” said Kai stepping aside to let her in. Y/N ran towards her , wrapping her hands around Bonnie. “What um … why are you here Bon Bon?” Bonnie glared at him , pulling away from Y/N’s hug. “Don’t call me that.” said Bonnie and Kai raised his hands in defence. “I came here to say ‘thank you’ for getting Elena out of that house and protecting Y/N from Klaus and also for using magic to speed up my recovery.” said Bonnie. “Oh-kay.” said Kai a hint of confusion and surprise in his voice. “I figured I owed you one or … more than one.” “Yeah … there is something else.” she said , reaching in her pocket and pulling out the Ascendant for the Prison World he was trapped in 20 years ago. Even though she had let him out , the magical dimension still existed. Kai tensed and Y/N’s eyes widened. She took a step towards him taking his hand. “This is for you.” said Bonnie giving the Ascendant to Kai. “Its the last remaining Ascendant according to the registry at the Armoury. I can see you have changed , that you are not the same person as you were. You could’ve let Elena die at Klaus’ hand , you could’ve let me die too but you didn’t.” Kai took the Ascendant in his hand , holding Y/N’s hand with the other afraid it might be a trick and Bonnie would separate them. “Does that mean you like me now ?” he teased. “Lets not get ahead of ourselves shall we.” said Bonnie trying to suppress a smile. Y/N and Kai laughed together. Finally , after all those years he was getting the chance he had asked for from her. “Thank you Bonnie. It means so much.” said Kai. “Hey , do you want to stay over for late breakfast? Y/N here made enough food for 15 people.” Y/N punched him playfully in the shoulder. “I was hungry okay.” “Um no. Thanks , maybe some other time. I have to go meet with Matt.” “OH okay.” said Y/N as she and Kai walked Bonnie to the door. “Thank you for everything Bonnie…” “Yeah..Well … See you around you two.” said Bonnie before heading down the hall towards the stairs. Kai closed the door and turned towards his girl , his smile never leaving his face. He couldn’t believe what just had happened. It all felt like a dream. Elena and Damon had forgiven him. Bonnie had given him a chance and Caroline even laughed at his jokes now. He looked at the Ascendant in his hands , knowing exactly what to do with it. “I want you to keep this.” he said giving Y/N the Ascendant. “I know Bonnie gave it to me , but I want you to be the one keeping it safe. There is no one I trust more than you.” Y/N took the Ascendant in her hand , looking up at Kai’s eyes. “You trust me that much ?” he nodded and she pressed her lips against his. “I will make sure no one ever finds it.”

Later that day Y/N and Kai headed for her house. She and her god-mother were supposed to start going through Elena’s things , packing them up and deciding what they’d keep and what they’ll give away. Kai sat downstairs with Damon while Caroline and Y/N spent the next 7 hours in her parent’s bedroom. “Do you think mom found peace ? That she is with uncle Stefan ?” she asked Caroline while they were going through Elena’s closet. Y/N had decided to keep most of her mother’s dresses from when she was her age and the rest of the things would be moved to the family cabin by the lake. Y/N didn’t want to give away any of her mother’s things just because having them around made her feel like Elena was still around. “I know she did.” said Caroline. “I bet they are sitting together right now and she is telling him everything about you… and her life as a human with Damon.”

* * *

A few months later …

“I never thought I’d say this , specially to you creeper…” said Damon smiling at the last word. He kept teasing Kai like this , not really meaning any of it anymore. “.. but you are good for her. I trust you will keep her safe and love her forever. Welcome to the family.”

Later that same day (June 7th) , Kai had prepared a special dinner and placed scented candles all around in his bedroom … their bedroom with rose petals on the bed and a bottle of champagne on ice near by. It was the anniversary of the day they had met and Kai had used this as an excuse to hide the real surprise from her. After dinner he had used magic to turn off the lights in the house.

“Looks like the power’s out.” muttered Kai flickering the lamp switch. “I’ll go get candles.” said Y/N but suddenly Kai swept her off her feet bridal style , carrying her to their shared bedroom. Listening to her laugh and having her in his arms was making him the happiest person in the world. “Incendia.” muttered Kai as he opened the door , watching her eyes go wide seeing the room lit up in candle light and all the rose petals on the bed. “Wow Kai , you did all of this for me ?” she asked as he let her sit on the edge of the bed. “Of course but there is … something else.” he said smiling nervously , reaching his hand in his pocket pulling out a small black box. Y/N’s eyes widened even more , darting between his hands and his eyes. Her hands covered her mouth and she felt her heart race anticipating his question. Kai got down on one knee in front of her , already seeing tears starting to fill her eyelids. He could hear her heart racing and she was already sitting on the edge of the bed barely able to wait for him to pop the question. He opened the box , taking the ring out holding it in his hand in front of her. “Y/N… I love you. I never knew it was possible for me to love let alone to be loved by someone as incredible , kind and fearless like you. You are my light in the darkness and you have given me way more than I deserve.” said Kai smiling , not taking his eyes off hers. “I am still amazed that you have chosen to love me , knowing all that I’ve done and there are no words to describe how much having you in my life means to me. You are my everything and I want to spend eternity with you , being your friend , your lover … your husband.” Kai felt tears in his eyes and he took a deep breath before asking the most important question in his life. “Y/N , will you make me the happiest man on this Earth and marry me ?” Y/N nodded , happy tears rolling down her cheeks. “Yes! Yes a thousand times yes!” she replied as Kai put the ring on her finger. She slid off the bed down on her knees, smashing her lips against his as he wrapped his arms around her feeling like the happiest man to have ever lived on the planet.

* * *

Damon sat on the sofa in the Salvatore living room , a drink in one hand an a picture frame in the other. It was the very first picture Caroline had taken of him and Elena with their new born daughter on the day Y/N was born. He smiled at the memory , taking a sip of his drink.

“Damon !” exclaimed Elena smiling. “Don’t hold her so tight or you will break her!” Damon was holding his new born daughter for the very first time feeling like the happiest person on the planet. His daughter’s eyes had been closed at the time the nurss had handed her to him but now her blue eyes were looking at him with such curiousity. Her tiny arm wrapped around his finger and she laughed. “I am not going to break her.” smiled Damon not taking his eyes away from his baby girl. “She is so beautiful…and looks so much like you.” “I don’t know if she does -” “Trust me , she does. Same nose , same chin …” smiled Damon. Caroline walked in the hospital room carrying a gift basket with a few teddy bears in one hand and a couple of tiny paper bags in the other along with a dozen multi color balloons. “I come bearing gifts from everyone - this is from Bonnie.” she said pointing at one of the teddy bears. “That’s from Matt.” she pointed at two of the small paper bags. “Lizzie and Josie picked the balloons and the rest is from me and Alaric.” Caroline left the basket on the chair near Elena’s bed, tying the balloons to it and took a step towards Damon , smiling at the little budle of joy in his hands. “Hey … wait , have you thought of a name yet?” “Yes.” said Elena. “No.” said Damon at the same time. Caroline laughed turning towards her best friend. “I guess there is still time to decide. Do you want me to take a picture of you together?” “Will you ?” wondered Elena. “Of course. What kind of a future god-mother would I be if I don’t make sure there are at least a dozen pictures of the first day the new member of the Gilbert - Salvatore came to this world ?” Damon gave the baby to Elena , kissing his wife’s forehead and leaning towards them as Caroline motioned for him to move closer to his girls. “Smile !” she said taking the picture.

“Hey dad.” said Y/N interrupting Damon’s thoughts. She sat on the sofa next to him , wrapping her arms around her father. “What are you doing ?” “Nothing. Just … remembering about the day you were born.” he said putting his arm over his daughter’s shoulders. “You were so tiny and fragile… and now you have grown up into this incredible brave young woman..” Damon wiped a tear away from his cheek. “Are you crying ?” said Kai sitting on the chair by the fire place. “No , no. Its just … allergies.” replied Damon with a small smile on his face. “I can’t believe you are leaving tomorrow. Feels like it was yesterday when we brought you home and now … you are engaged , getting ready to start your own family. Time goes by so fast.” Y/N rested her head on her father’s shoulders looking at the picture he was holding. She still had the teddy bear that could be seen at the edge of the picture, in fact she had packed it in her luggage for New York. Her hand reached to touch her mother’s face , a single tear rolling down her cheek as she did. Damon wiped it away for her. “Did you guys set a date for the wedding ?” he asked suddenly. “It’s up to Y/N.” said Kai with a smile on his face. “Personally I would love to marry her right here , right this second but Caroline is insisting on organising a big wedding.” “That’s because I want my god-daughter to have an unforgettable day.” said Caroline walking into the room with a plate freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. “Want some ?” she said offering the plate to Kai. “Don’t mind if I do.” he said taking two cookies. Y/N couldn’t help but smile. Nearly 20 years ago they had been enemies , now after so long they had finally warmed up to him and accepted him. Even Bonnie and Alaric had admitted there is good in him and had agreed to give him a chance to prove it. Y/N hadn’t even realised they were talking to her until Kai sat next to her waving his hand in front of her eyes. “Earth to Y/N.” he said getting her attention. “What?” she asked confused , blinking fast for a few seconds. “Sorry … I was just thinking how happy it makes me feel that you are all getting along.” Kai kissed her cheek , snaking his hand around her waist. “Caroline wanted to know what you think about a July wedding.” “Yeah. It’s before you start classes at NYU which gives you two time to go on your honeymoon before the school year starts.” said Caroline smiling. “And that also gives me enough time to plan everything to perfection.” “OH um …” Y/N turned towards Kai. “Its up to you sweetheart. Pick a date.” he said smiling. “Wow you really trust me that much to pick the date on my own ? Okay .. How about July 11th then?” she said. “July 11th it is..” repeated Kai smiling. “Great!” said Caroline , “I will get started right away. There are only like three weeks until then … and there is so much to do.” Caroline pulled out her phone starting to make the list. Y/N and Kai glanced at each other then at Damon who was smiling widely. “All grown up …” he muttered to himself. “My little girl is all grown up.”

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The 100 Season 7 Episode 10 Review: A Little Sacrifice

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This THE 100 review contains spoilers

The 100 Season 7 Episode 10

With every episode we watch, The 100 tussles with what its ultimate legacy be. A show where in the end, characters grow, move on, and fill their wounds with love and redemption? Or one where everyone is doomed to inevitable violence? Will Hope and Echo be able to turn toward their loved ones and heal from their respective ordeals, or will Hope become exactly what her mother tried to shield her from, while Echo commits an unnecessary Mt. Weather-level genocide in vengeance?

At least for tonight, the answer is toward love and hope, though that certainly seems to be the trend. The fact that we’re even discussing it certainly tips things in favor of the positive, as does the overall trajectory for the last season and a half. Raven’s rescue of Echo from herself was a much more earnest redemption for our favorite mechanic than the one on the death planet, and it had the benefit of re-grounding Echo back within her family circle on the show. Remember when their time on the ring mattered? Her choice to just throw love on Echo felt like a clear sign that the show is headed toward the light, one compounded by the sequence that followed.

All season we’ve been poised, waiting for a major character to actually die. It’s finally here and while it stings to see Diyoza go down like that, it feels completely perfect for her, and the show. After so much well-earned character development and a consistently excellent performance from Ivana Milicevic, she died much like Raven threatened to: by stepping in to make a real and loving sacrifice for someone she loved with her whole heart, saving them not only from immediate peril, but more importantly, from the darker path that those unretractable actions would inevitably lead toward. This feels like the kind of hopeful-dark ending The 100 could land on, where major characters die but in service to loving, character-driven ends and redemptive new beginnings.

It says a lot about the restraint the writers of The 100 showed in this episode that Clarke largely took a back seat, allowing Octavia to make the call about how to treat Leavitt, and only stepping in lightly to talk to Echo about her experience in Mt. Weather. While some fans gripe about any scene that isn’t focused exclusively on a very narrowly defined group of main characters (that frankly hasn’t applied for several seasons), Clarke and the episode were right to turn their attention toward “the three most dangerous women on this or any planet” – and the one she didn’t know about, Hope. For the majority of the Bardo storyline, this family forged on two tours through Penance is where this story’s heart needed to beat.

Perhaps the most successful aspects of the Sanctum plot are where it found its own emotional thrum: Indra existing as both a mother and warrior, and Murphy fumbling toward redemption as our favorite cockroach with a conscious. Gaia has often derided her mother’s lack of maternal instincts, which seems fair, and Octavia clearly got the better end of the deal due to timing.

But seeing Indra, who has spent so much time fearing Sheidheda and loathing her own parents’ choices at his blade, choose to sacrifice herself to save Madi, is a major turning point. It still feels like an authentically Grounder moment, to have Madi come streaming through the air to take out Sheidheda’s eye, without letting her unrealistically kill him solo (or spoil the fun of what I can only assume is a final team-up involving Indra and all of her daughter-figures.) However, with the sly nod to her people to fall in line, and by strategically using her power to spare Madi, Indra manages to help everyone live to fight another day so they can regroup.

Indra didn’t have to choose between being a warrior or a mother, doing the right thing or protecting her people. Of course not everyone can, but it certainly feels like every ounce of power, every bit of training, every skill Indra has ever mastered, was probably so that if she ever faced someone like Sheidheda, she’d have more options than her parents did: kneel or die. And she did it: she’s undaunted, and everyone’s still alive to fight another day.

The only detractor here is the filming style of the solo combat itself. In a season so thoroughly light on action, what a shame to film J.R. Bourne and Adina freakin’ Porter with ever-shifting angles. Did The 100 forget how to film action sequences? Aside from missing out on the sheer fun of watching would should have been epic, it took away from some of the emotional intensity of the scene to constantly be reorienting as the frame shifted nonsensically around the actors. The biggest emotional beats had no real room to breathe, allowing far more of this to spool out in reaction shots after the fact when it could have been baked into the heart of the fight and various capitulations.

Littered across the history of The 100 are obnoxious old white men who are very certain they know the secret to life, the universe and everything. Inside Cadogan’s Mt weather-esque lair everything is opulent, austere and euro-centric, down to the Rothko on the back all. But again and again, Gabriel is a welcome presence, pushing back against this very specific notion of nostalgia, intelligence and gentility.

Meanwhile, something similar plays out in the stone room, where jaded Grounder Niylah calls out how unoriginal and nonsensical Cadogan’s notion of a war to end all wars is. Jordan joins her, bridging the gap between Gabriel and Niylah. He makes perhaps the best use so far of his status as living rebuttal to violence while using his heritage – ethnic, but also familial – to call out the arrogance of Cadogan to assume he can translate an ancient text to mean the exact destructive end he would like it to.

For all the speechifying from Anders, he didn’t grab the bioweapon when he could have, he did the human, instinctual thing and went for his own neck. It was the calm, collected Diyoza who only ever had control of the entire room, who sacrificed herself to save her daughter from destruction and Penance and being stuck on Bardo. It’s Jordan’s knowledge, lovingly passed down from his father, that helps him see that the Bardoan text isn’t about war, but a test. It’s not Gabriel’s flaws for love – like how his desire to save Josephine was perverted into a sinister death cult – that make him like Cadogan, its his love of people like his grandmother whose water was turned off for the rich, or the people he fought with, that makes him human.

Cadogan bellows forward toward a possible war that isn’t in any way seeking him out, seemingly to satisfy his own curiosity and self-importance. It’s to settle the fate of humanity, and ultimately, will likely settle the final message of the show. Right now, it’s this juxtaposition between why different people engage in violence, and the daylight The 100 has created for themselves and their characters to allow them to turn away while still making hard choices with bad outcomes, that gives me hope.

Other notes…

Can we talk about how only Octavia and Indra have led Grounders with red blood? What a lineage! Y’all better recognize, Sheidheda

OK who gets more points for selling a goofy line, Sheidheda sneering “ai don fraug him up” (I killed him) or Miller punching “in other words, get the flock out of here”?

O saying “just hug me back, Miller” is kinda killing me

“This is Hope, my daughter. Time dilation’s a bitch.”

Every time Cadogan talks about Trigadeslang sticking around, it reminds me how little sense it makes that his daughter “invented” it, and how disrespectful it is as a writing choice.

Cadogan, sir, do you really learn from centuries ticking past if you don’t even live them?

“Good for the cult business though, am I right?” I like having Gabriel here to keep Cadogan honest

For the curious, Malachi Kom Sangedakru is Sheidheda’s real name. However, he didn’t say his own name in order in the lineage (he kept himself for last) so I still don’t know how much time – if any – there was between him and Lexa.

I’m excited for Murphy and Emori getting the faithful out, even if it put them in their crosshairs. But locking yourself in with the reactor seems also dangerous???

It’s rich to hear Clarke say there’s always another choice you can make vis a vis violence/genocide because uh Clarke usually doesn’t take the other choice. But sure! We’re all being better people now!

Wow, The 100 acknowledged that massacre-Bellamy existed! Just in time for the reveal that he is obviously very much alive. Truly a spicy episode all around.

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12 Life Lessons from The Martian

Twelve life lessons taken from Matt Damon’s epic struggle in the movie, The Martian.

The Martian, starring Matt Damon, is a movie that will restore your faith in the human spirit and what it is possible for you to achieve. If you haven’t seen it, watch it. In the meantime though, here’s a brief overview of the movie.

Matt Damon’s character, Mark Wattney, accidentally gets stranded on Mars during an emergency evacuation of the third manned Mars mission, Ares 3.

With the communications antenna broken, he has no way of letting NASA know that he has survived, and the next manned mission to Mars is planned in four years and will land 3200km away.

His food supplies will only last a third of that time, and he’s on a barren, waterless planet with no atmosphere and no oxygen. He is literally the only man on the planet, and if he doesn’t do it for himself then there’s no help coming.

1. Trials can happen at any time

Even at the height of your success you can be hit by the worst trial of your life.

In the movie, Wattney is halfway through a manned mission to Mars when everything goes wrong and he’s stranded. He’s obviously done everything right – he’s an astronaut, highly intelligent, a scientist and squeaky-clean enough to make the astronaut grade for a manned mission to Mars.

Even when the emergency event happens, it’s nothing that the commander, crew or Wattney did – it’s just a stroke of bad luck.

Regardless of where you are, what you’ve achieved or how far you’ve come in life, stay grounded. Life changes in an instant, for the good and the bad, and often you will have no way to stop or control it.

2. Keep working no matter what

Even though his situation looks absolutely hopeless, Wattney doesn’t stop working. He starts doing what he can and then he starts making plans and finding ways to do things.

Yes, all the plans eventually amalgamate to get him home, but more importantly the busyness keeps his mind busy.

So often in life we tend to sit down and feel sorry for ourselves when we’re hit by a situation or tragedy, and this is one of the worst ways we sabotage ourselves. We sit down and worry about it, thinking about every worst possible outcome and eventuality that we could face, pouring every ounce of our energy into creating a deeper and more complex problem with infinitely more pitfalls.

Keep busy, keep your mind distracted and keep moving slowly towards where you want to be. Do the most menial tasks if you have to, or exercise intensely to remove your mind from your problems.

Once you’ve stopped endlessly thinking about the issue, you’ll find it’s a lot easier to start seeing positive solutions and hope in the situation.

3. Trials can last a really long time

We live in a world of instant gratification, and the universe sees our lifespan as fitting into a timeline of billions and billions of years.

From the universe’s point of view, 3, 4, or 5 years is nothing in the scheme of things. In fact, from your eternal soul’s point of view, 3 or 4 years in a reincarnating soul’s lifespan of billions of years is also nothing.

For us though, living on this physical plane, 5 years feels like an eternity of hell. The intensity of that pain is exacerbated by the fact that we tend to live in the moment and so our experiences are felt more intensely.

Add to this our instant gratification culture where a solution doesn’t work unless it shows immediate results, and you have the perfect breeding ground for the universe to give you a beautiful lesson in patience. As someone who’s recently achieved that resonance, I’ll say having patience is well worth it – but the lesson is hard and expensive. Rather transcend this one.

4. Trials will end just as suddenly as they began

From almost beginning to end, The Martian covers Wattney’s trial time on Mars, and the movie basically ends in a moment when he hugs the other crew members and jokes with them.

That’s it – after nearly two years of survival and hard work, in that one little hug and anticlimactic moment, Wattney’s journey was over.

When you’re in a life trial, you can often remember a moment where it started – where things just started going wrong. If this isn’t your first trial then you’ll also likely remember a moment when the trial turned and everything in your life just changed for the better.

From death to birth, beginnings to ends, life always changes in a single instant. We spend our moments in between preparing for little life moments in which our world will be irrevocably changed.

As hard as your lessons have been, as hard as your trial was, there will come a moment when it’s over – it’s just finished and done. Life always changes in an instant – and your life can too.

5. You’ll make progress and then be knocked back

One of the saddest moments in the movie is when Wattney’s botany solution to keep himself fed is destroyed in an act of God.

You’ve felt with this man by this stage of the movie, and if possible, you’re as invested in that little garden as what he is. It is soul destroying when he walks back into the habitat and realizes that all his work is gone.

If you think it’s tough to lose something the first time around, imagine losing everything, building up from nothing and then having that last hope ripped away from you in an instant. That’s what he went through in that moment. I take my hat off to Matt Damon for even portraying that role so well.

Sometimes in life you’re going to pick yourself up by your drawstrings and make something happen and you’re going to be knocked back even harder. As someone who has made it through moments like that, I can only tell you that the strength, fortitude and peace you will gain from overcoming that kind of trial is beyond awesome, but the lesson hits you like a sucker punch. I can honestly only believe that these kinds of lessons are sent as tests of faith.

6. One step at a time

Right at the end of the movie, Wattney gives a class and says something along the lines of: ‘You just keep solving one problem and then the next and then the next. Eventually if you get to solve enough problems you can come home.’

If the challenge is too big to solve in one go then just solve the immediate problem in front of you and then the next one and then the next.

One step at a time, you just keep going, doing what you can with the resources you have available to you. You cannot try to do more than you can do, or you will land doing nothing.

7. Don’t give up hope

There’s a moment early in the movie where Wattney has been alone on Mars for three days, with no way to know if anyone knows he’s alive and no way to contact anybody.

As he’s standing and watching the sand storm blustering outside he declares, “I will NOT die.” A little later in the movie as he’s making progress on his survival plan he uses two statements: “In your face Neil Armstrong” and “F**k you Mars!”

Whatever hope you can find to hold onto, hold onto it. Find a reason to fight, to keep going. With hope you can sustain almost anything. It truly is the light of the human soul.

8. Miracles can happen

As Terry Pratchett says often in the Discworld series: one-in-a-million chances tend to come around nine-times-out-of-ten, when you’re in a situation where you really need them.

The fact that I don’t have to clarify the word miracle, that the concept is commonly understand, should already tell you that miracles are a lot more commonplace than we give them credit for.

Miracles often appear when there is no other hope, so chances are good if you’re not getting one it’s because the situation is still in your control. But be realistic, believe in miracles, and know that you are loved enough to be entitled to miracles too.

9. You already have everything you need around you

Once the shock begins to clear and the situation normalizes for Wattney, he begins to make the most amazing plans to escape and move on.

Amazingly he’s able to create everything he needs with what is around him, including equipment forgotten and left as lost, like the Mars Rover.

Sometimes you will find it in stuff that has been lost and thrown away, but you have everything you need around you. With a little bit of ingenuity and application of your mind, you can find a way to create a solution – you have everything you need.

Don’t give up and don’t focus on your limitations and what you don’t have. Only keep looking at what you do have.

10. Sometimes you really do know better

There are a few funny references in the movie that Wattney makes about stupid instructions NASA is sending him, and a reference to how he keeps telling NASA to ‘go have sex with themselves’ about certain instructions they’re trying to get him to follow.

When you’re on the ground in a situation, you can see better than those outside the situation what is going on. You’re actually in a better position to make judgement calls.

Likewise, all tests of faith involve an element of intuition, and you are learning to trust and listen to your intuition in these trials – often because we turn to God/the Universe and listen when we have no other option left.

Trust what your gut is saying to you. Listen to what others have to say, but make the best decision for you in that moment. No one will ever be able to see as well as you what you need.

11. You will find successes in your trials

In life coaching, the little successes you have along the way are commonly referred to as milestones.

Celebrating milestones and little wins is a must if you don’t want to go completely insane through a life trial like this.

Even if it’s something you create in your mind, or logic your way into, find and celebrate every small success you can, or you will honestly feel like you are on a never-ending uphill treadmill of doom and gloom.

There are two moments from the movie that really stand out as Wattney celebrating his wins. The first is when he does a video journal entry speaking about the fact that his Alma Mater sent him information saying that you have legally colonized an area if you’ve grown crops on it. Here he wins first person to colonize Mars.

The second instance is towards the end of the movie where Wattney instructs NASA control to call him Captain Blondbeard, because as he explains, he is in international waters and about to commandeer a space ship. Technically therefore, he is a space pirate.

The last two little wins and records Wattney sets are to be the fastest man in space and to fly like Iron Man. Any of these is enough to log him in the history books, but to him they were just what he did to make it, to survive.

Each was a challenge, a problem he had to solve. Yet each was enough to make him a God in the eyes of man.

12. You realize what really matters

When Mark Wattney’s eyes fill with tears when he hears the first human voice in nearly two years, you realize what a huge difference human contact makes for all of us.

When you see his joy and relief at being able to connect with people, have contact and hear voices again, I’d be very surprised to find a dry eye in the house.

And then look at his first question when he first makes text messenger contact with NASA control: how are the crew? Immediately he looks for more contact, a connection and reflection to show him that he matters.

Likewise when you consider what he went through to survive, what he was willing to do and the chances he was willing to take, it makes it very difficult to look at your own small challenges and think of them as significant and relevant. So you’ve skipped a few payments, lost a few assets, spent a few nights crying. You’ll be okay. We’ll all be okay.

Go home tonight, put your arms around the people you love and hold them tight. Tell them what they mean to you, and how empty and meaningless your life would be without them.

Life changes in an instant – for the good and the bad. Don’t live a life filled with unsaid words and regret.

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