#i hope this something like what you imagined zia

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Mar[r]y Me - part seven

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food.

series warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, discussions of body image, conversations on what it’s like to be a fat woman trying to date in today’s society, extreme fluff, if you read these be warned that the last little bit will probably make you want to yell at me, ignore the fact that the mentioned tswift song wasn't out in 2021, warnings to be added as needed

word count: 4.8k

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note: happy Friday!! it’s here! part seven!! I can't wait to hear what everyone thinks, I hope you all have an amazing weekend!! (side note: this chapter means we've almost hit 50,000 words on this story??? what!!! thanks for all your support!)

part seven - pasta e piselli

C’mon, pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up.

Bradley repeats the plea over and over again in his head, staring at his own stressed expression on the Facetime call screen. He’s not sure why he’s worried; she’s picked up every other time he’s called.

Which has been every day this week, so far.

He’s just about to give up, figuring she’s still busy at work, when Mary answers.

“Happy Thurs-” Bradley stops when he realizes she’s on the phone, holding a finger up.

“Just hang on one second, Zia! No! I-” She speaks rapidly in another language, surprising Bradley, before pulling the phone away and bending closer to her iPad. “Sorry, I just need like ten minutes to get her off the phone, and then I’m all yours. I can call you back?”

“Nah, that’s okay. I’ll just be here.” He returns her smile, only slightly distracted by the brief flash of lace he gets where her work shirt is unbuttoned.

Bradley watches her bustle around her hotel room, tidying up and throwing things in her suitcase as she talks on the phone. He gets comfortable on his couch, propping himself up on a mountain of pillows and letting the sweet sound of Mary’s voice wash over him. He’s pretty sure she’s talking to her aunt in Italian, based on the googling he did of the bits and pieces he was able to understand.

It’s sexy, he thinks, imagining what it would be like to have her whisper in his ear in Italian, even if he would have no idea what was being said.

“You would think the fact that she’s closing in on 100 would mean she would have less energy to talk, but somehow, she’s only gained strength over the years.”

His focus comes back to the screen, drifting away from the fantasy he was building in his head to find Mary smiling sweetly at him, her chin resting in her hand. “Hi.”

“Hi, Bradley.”

“You speak Italian.” She nods, saying something to him and laughing when he just looks confused. “What?”

“I said that you must have had a stressful day because your hair looks like your call sign, Mr. Rooster.”

“It’s not that bad!” A glance at his Facetime window tells him that his hair is sticking straight up. Of course, he can’t admit that it’s from running his hands through it during his minor panic that she wouldn’t pick up and then while dreaming about having her on his lap. “Okay. I’ve had better hair days. But back to you, Italian?”

“Yeah, my whole family speaks it to varying degrees. The first few generations - on both sides - spoke very little English, if any at all. My parents and their siblings are the first generation that you could consider fully fluent in English. I had older relatives that only spoke Italian live with my family growing up, so I was a bilingual baby.”

“Was it hard to learn English?”

“Not really? Our house was English first, Italian second whenever possible, so I picked both up pretty quick.”

“That’s so cool! I took Spanish in high school, but I really only remember how to ask about the library. Donde está la biblioteca?” They laugh at his poor pronunciation. “So, how was your day?”

“It was good! Very productive; with all the meetings today, I finally had enough time to finish my program review slides! So tomorrow, I can fully focus on outfitting the last three jets. The team up here understood the upgrade really quickly, which is encouraging. It means the training pipeline that Dave put in place is working.”

“That’s good. What uh- what are you doing now?” Bradley’s mouth goes dry as he watches Mary unbutton her shirt, slipping it off to reveal a white camisole that clings to her in all the right places.

“Some of the people I worked with in Florida are here for training and program review prep! And we finally all have a free evening, so we’re going to dinner! I want to wear that shirt tomorrow morning, and I don’t want to get makeup on it while I’m retouching.”

“That sounds fun.” He can hear how rough his voice is, heart thumping when he watches her eyes dart to his, a light pink appearing on the apples of her round cheeks.

“How was your day?”

He tucks an arm behind his head, watching her freshen her makeup and telling her about the antics the Dagger Squad had gotten up to without her. It had been a light day; everyone got grounded due to rain, so Cyclone had them act as guinea pigs for a new training regiment the Navy is considering. They had, of course, gotten too competitive about it and completely over-performed the expected standards. Admiral Simpson was so frustrated that he let them go early, banning them from his sight for the rest of the day.

“He really swore at you guys?!” Mary laughs, swiping something shiny over her lips.

“He did! And he did that thing where he gets so mad his face turns red, and it looks like that vein in his neck is going to rupture!”

“You guys are going to kill that man.”

“It’s Mav’s fault. He taught us the right buttons to push.” Bradley shrugs when Mary raises a doubtful eyebrow at him, a laugh threatening to break through.

“I only half believe that some of you are quite annoying all on your own.”

“Wow, hurtful.”

She giggles at his dramatic chest grab. “I didn’t name names; if you took offense, that’s your own fault. Does my makeup look okay? Any places need fixing?”

Mary holds the tablet up to her face, closing her eyes to show off her makeup. Bradley takes the quiet moment to admire her. She’s never really been one to wear much makeup, but every time she does, it just enhances her beauty.

“You look great.” He holds back all the compliments and praise he wants to shower her with, reminding himself they’re not quite there yet, choosing to add some helpful feedback instead. “You do have some mascara on your right eyelid, though.”

“Oh, thank you! I’ll clean that up when I change.” She walks over to the closet, pulling out two dresses. “Which one for dinner?”

“The red one.” He answers with zero hesitation. He loves red on her; the color always looks so good against her tanned skin.

She hums, holding the dress against herself and looking in the mirror. “Yeah, good choice. I’m gonna ch-”

Mary shrieks as a door flies open, and Harvard comes bursting in. “Are you ready yet?”

“Brigham! You’re only supposed to use that for emergencies!”

“I’m hungry, and I want to get going.”

“That is not an emergency! What if I was naked?!”

“I could hear Rooster’s big mouth; I knew you weren’t naked. C’mon! Get changed. I want to eat!”

Bradley sits there baffled as Mary throws the dress he didn’t pick at Harvard’s head, snapping at him to hang it up before slamming the bathroom door behind her.

Harvard does and then takes Mary’s seat, waving at Bradley with a big grin on his face, completely unaware of how Bradley is reeling inside. “Hey, man! What’s up? How’re you?”

He doesn’t break to let Rooster answer, rambling on about his week and the mentoring program Cyclone had sent him to work on. Bradley can only let it go on so long before he bursts. “How did you get in?”

At that exact moment, Mary reappears, the red fabric highlighting her tan and accentuating her curves, even better than he remembered it from the night they met. “We ended up with adjoining rooms.”

“We’re keeping them unlocked for emergency purposes, aka so I can make sure she actually has some fun while we’re here.” Harvard proudly announces.

“I was swindled; he’s got very convincing puppy dog eyes.” She ushers him out of her chair so she can slip her shoes on. “It’s like the little brother I never wanted.”

“You’re so mean to me.”

Mary looks at Bradley and rolls her eyes. “And yet he refuses to leave. Go grab your wallet and the keys so we can get going.”

They both ignore Brigham’s muttered complaints as he heads to his room, focusing on each other.

“You look beautiful, honey.” Bradley says lowly once their friend is gone, like if he’s quiet enough with his compliments, then their just friends for now promise won’t be broken.

She looks at him through her lashes, putting her earring on and answering just as lowly. “Thank you. You look handsome.”

“Even with my hair sticking up?”

“Even then, dolcezza.” She hums. A yell from next door interrupts them before he can ask what she called him. “I gotta go, or we’ll be late for dinner. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Have fun, be safe.”

“Hello?” Bradley grumbles into the receiver, not appreciating being woken up after it took almost an hour to fall asleep.

“I can’t see you, Bradley; turn the light on.”

He pulls the phone back, pleasantly surprised to find Mary staring back at him. She’s showered and propped her phone against something, her brown eyes looking sleepy as she snuggles under the covers. A wave of longing hits him; she looks so soft and sweet. He wants nothing more than to be there with her.

“Sorry I woke you up.” She apologizes as he flips the light on and stands his phone on his bedside table.

“S’okay. Did you have a good time with your friends?”

“Yeah…” She sighs, a lazy smile spreading across her face. “It was great! I haven’t seen them since I left last year. We drank so much wine, which happens every time we let Ron pick the restaurant.”

“You tipsy, honey?”

“Think so.” She giggles, burying her face in her pillow for a second. “But it’s okay. Brigham drove, and he made sure I didn’t twist my ankle in those sandals.”

“Did he complain about it?”

“The whole time, he’s a good guy.” She blinks at his annoyed grumble. “Are you jealous? It’s okay if you are, but you don’t have to be. He really is like a brother. Besides, you’re the only sexy Dagger. Like, you’re all ridiculously attractive - statistically, only one or two of you should be hot, and somehow you all are; someone should study the probability of that - but you’re the only one I think is sexy.”

Bradley feels his jaw drop at her admission. He wants to stop her and talk about the fact that she thinks he’s sexy, but she’s steamrolling ahead on a different topic.

“I’m so excited to get home! It’s Annie’s birthday on Saturday, so I get to watch her run around with all her little friends from preschool. It’s gonna be so cute!” She coos, her smile wide.

“You’re gonna need a few Advil after listening to all that screaming.”

“Probably, but it’ll be nice to see her have fun on her birthday.”

“Hey, speaking of birthdays. I was thinking we should do something for your birthday on Sunday since I’ll be gone on the actual day.”

“You remember my birthday?”

“Of course I do, March 14th - Pi Day. And if I did my math correctly, you’re going to be 34.”

“That’s right.” Her answer is just above a whisper.

He can’t describe the way Mary is looking at him; her eyes are big and glassy, and there’s something in her expression he just can’t quite recognize.

“I was thinking we’d spend an evening together - just the two of us - and I’ll make dinner for you.”

“That’s so sweet, Bradley, but I don’t know if I can accept. That’s a lot of work.”

“No, it’s not. Not if I’m doing it for you.”

“Bradley… that plan isn’t very just friends.” Her voice is quiet, shy.

“I know. But I promise, this is completely different than the dinner I promised you after I get back in May. It’s not a date like that’s going to be. So whatdya say? Gonna let me make you dinner?”

“Only if I’m bringing dessert.”

“Nope, it’s your birthday. You’re not bringing dessert.”

Mary’s eyebrows scrunch as she sits up to get closer to the camera, the covers slipping down to reveal her nightgown. Bradley swallows hard. He knows she’s not doing it on purpose - doesn’t think she is anyway - but the pink fabric drapes across her skin in the most tantalizing way. He watches the strap slip down her shoulder, feeling weaker with every millimeter it moves. It makes him want to give in to her, but he stays strong, insisting that she’s not allowed to bring food to her own birthday dinner.

“Fine. Am I allowed to bring wine?”

He thinks for a second. “That’s okay, as long as that’s all you bring.”

“Scout’s honor.”

“Alright, smartass. Time for bed.” He lays back down, watching as she gets comfortable.

Mary hums, fighting against her eyes that are trying to slip close. “Talk tomorrow?”

“Course. Good night, honey.”

The last thing he sees before she hangs up is her pretty face, a sleepy smile on her lush lips, and her dark hair spread out on the white hotel pillows. “Night, dolcezza. Sleep well.”

The screen goes dark, and Bradley smiles back at his own reflection. It had taken some trial and error, but he had looked up what dolcezza meant while she was at dinner.

Dolcezza: Sweetheart or Honey (literally: sweetness; considered old-fashioned)

Mary’s anxiety has been eating away at her all day. From the moment she woke up, to getting ready two hours early because she was worried about being late, to this very second. The combination of nerves and excitement has her entire body vibrating. Her hand even shook a little when she lifted it to knock, thankful that she had tucked the wine safely into her canvas bag.

It’s just dinner with Bradley. There’s nothing to be nervous about.

She’s been telling herself that since accepting his invitation, but she can’t fool her own heart. Bradley inviting her over so he can make a birthday dinner for her because he’s going to be gone on her actual birthday? She knows this means more for them than just dinner.

More than just friends.

She’s beginning to regret asking that they wait to go on a date until he gets back from this deployment. He was so kind and understanding when she explained and had been taking everything at the pace she requested. But an itch is starting to form, one she can’t scratch by herself.

An itch that can only soothed by Bradley’s lips pressed to hers. By his big hands cradling her face. By his strong body pinning hers to the bed. By the two of them sharing a bed at night. Now that she’s had a slice what it would be like to be with him, she’s desperate for more. Just the thought of how he might taste-

You have got to calm down. Deep breath. Deep breath. Deep breath.

Mary follows her own instructions, trying to practice the Lamaze breathing she learned at Danielle’s birthing classes, the ones she attended when they weren’t sure what Reuben’s schedule would look like. She’s smoothing nonexistent wrinkles out of her shirt when the door opens.

Why the fuck did I say we should be just friends for now?

Bradley looks gorgeous. There’s no other word to describe it. The sleeves of his sweater are pushed up and hugging his arms, the soft fabric stretched across his broad shoulders. He’s wearing her favorite pair of jeans, the light-wash ones that cup his ass just right. And he’s gotten a trim, his curls slightly shorter than the last time she saw him in person.

As a familiar aroma wafts past his tall frame, his flushed cheeks make her wonder if it’s because he’s been cooking or because of her. She hopes it’s because of her.

“Hi. Happy birthday, Mariella.”

She loves it when Bradley says her full name. His pink lips curving around the letters, the syllables effortlessly dripping from his mouth. He even develops the tiniest Italian accent, an unconscious effect of her name. Her heart pounds with the care he always uses with her name, the respect.

“Thanks, Bradley.” She’s momentarily taken off guard when he pulls her into his strong chest but is reluctant to pull back from his warm hug. “Whatever you’re making smells good.”

“Thank you! I think you’re gonna like it.”

Mary’s smile widens as he takes her bag while she slips her shoes off. “Yeah? What are we having?”

“Oh, that’s a surprise - you’ll just have to wait a little bit and see. Have a seat at the table, and I’ll pour you a glass of this wine you brought.”

She slips into a dining room chair and watches as he opens the wine, bobbing his head to the music coming from the record player across the room. He dramatically sniffs the cork, and the cheeky smile he shoots over his shoulder makes her laugh.

“Something funny, Miss Mary?” Bradley saunters around the counter peninsula, handing over a stemless wine glass.

“Nothing, just unaware I was in the presence of a sommelier. Did you taste the peach the label talked about?”

“I did; I also picked up on notes of lime. Very delicious pinot grigio you selected for tonight.”

“The Navy’s amazing reading skills in action.” She smirks at the confused tilt of his head. “It’s a sauvignon blanc, Bradley.”

He throws his head back as he laughs. “Shit! They all taste the same to me.”

“Me too.” She admits as he checks on the food, warmth blooming in her chest at the domesticity of the scene. All the anxiety from earlier suddenly seems ridiculous; she’s never felt more comfortable with a man. “Which drives Dani insane because apparently there’s a lot of differences.”

“Wine is wine! You know, like Mr. Incredible when he tries to do the math homework?” Bradley jokes as he sets salad and bread on the table. “Could you dish out the salad while I serve the pasta?”

Mary is slicing the loaf of sourdough when Bradley sets a bowl of pasta at seat. His chest brushes her back, and he squeezes her hip as he moves to his seat, murmuring a low thanks when she puts bread on his plate. She loses her breath as she sits back down, her heart racing when she sees what he’s made.

“Pasta e piselli?”

“It’s your favorite.”

“You remember that?”

“What’s your favorite?”

Mary perks up at the question, happy that Bradley is so interested in what she has to say. “Pasta e piselli, which is just pasta and peas. But it’s so good and filling and comforting.”

“Do you make it a lot?”

“I don’t actually, Amelia, even though it’s very easy to make.” She sends a conspiratory wink to her, getting a big smile in return. “It’s one of those recipes I break out for a special dinner or when I need a pick-me-up meal.”

“Special dinner? You ever make it for a date?”

The question stops her cold. She knows Amelia catches the way her face drops, a shocked expression she can’t quite control. One of her worst qualities, according to her mother. She can feel pity radiating from the young girl standing on the end of the cart, feeling sad for the pathetic thirty-three-year-old woman who can’t understand when a man just thinks of her as a friend.

Her throat feels acidic, swallowing the tears that threaten to show themselves. She feels so stupid, because up until that question, she would have sworn Bradley was flirting with her. She should know better by now. She’s not someone that men find desirable. She’s fat and awkward and bad at flirting.

Mary stutters out an answer, some bullshit about commitment, before focusing on Amelia, who interrupts to talk about cupcakes. She takes advantage of the distraction, using it to move them toward the cashiers and taking the first chance to get away from the siblings. She can’t help but feel even more heartbroken when Bradley offers to carry her groceries. He’s such a good guy. It’s not his fault she’s so pathetic and convinced herself a man like Bradley could want someone like her.

“That’s sweet, but I’ve got it. Been doing this all by myself for years now! Enjoy your pizza, guys!” She gives a poor excuse of a wave, her smile sad as she thinks about how true her statement is.

She has been doing it by herself for years. All alone - no partner, no roommate, no help - since she graduated college. Her best friends usually thousands of miles away, limited contact with her family in New York, only a few friends in Missouri. And then, in Florida, just when she had started to get friendly with people besides the admiral she worked with, she had gotten the job in San Diego and moved, leaving that budding life behind.

She should probably be thankful that Bradley didn’t press more after Amelia interrupted. That he didn’t ask her to help him make the recipe for whatever lucky woman he had in mind when he asked about making it for a date. Because she would have said yes, desperate to spend time with the man she had a crush on.

Well, that’s gonna stop now righ now,  she decides as she sends one last small smile to Bradley and Amelia, trudging out to her Jeep and letting herself cry for a few seconds once the groceries are loaded. Driving home with tears leaking down her cheeks as her favorite sad Taylor Swift song plays on repeat.

“Of course I do.” His socked feet brush her own, and he reaches over to grab her hand.” You said you would only make it for someone who was committed to you.”

Her heart races at the implication of his words.

I’m committed to you.

“You asked if I would make this for a date.” Bradley nods. “This isn’t a date.”

“It’s not a date.” He confirms, his thumb brushing over her knuckles.

“It’s only been a week, I’m not-”

“I know, Mary.” He gently cuts her off. “It’s not a date; I just wanted to make something special for your birthday.”

She tries to swallow around the lump in her throat, overwhelmed by the sweet and thoughtful man sitting beside her. Compared to her previous relationship attempts, Bradley keeps surpassing her expectations by leaps and bounds. She knows it’s not fair to compare them, to keep waiting for him to act like them. He’s not them.

He is so much better.

Bradley is kind and caring. He listens to her, really takes in what she’s saying, doesn’t just nod as the words come out of her mouth. The slightest brush of his skin against hers sets her on fire. He makes her feel safe; she’s never once questioned his intentions or felt uneasy while in the car with him.

Logically, Mary knows the beautiful man in front of her really does care about her, but it’s still hard to believe they’ve gotten here. That they’re here, having this not-date that is so clearly a date. That they’ve confessed their feelings.

“Try some.”

Her stare lingers on his face for another minute, committing his soft expression to memory, before looking down at her bowl.

“It really does look great.” She doesn’t let go of his hand, scooping a bite with her right hand and blowing to cool it down. Bradley’s eyes twinkle as she takes the first bite, his pupils dilating at the involuntary sound that escapes as the flavors melt in her mouth.

No one had made this meal for her since her grandmother passed away twenty years ago. It's like a taste of childhood between the fresh peas and the sharp pecorino cheese.

“Is it good?”

“Well, it’s not Nonna Romano's pasta e piselli, but you did a great job, Bradley. It’s delicious.” She smiles as his face drops in relief, a wide smile replacing his nervous one.

They spend dinner talking and laughing, their legs constantly brushing together as they discuss which post-program review happy hour mixers they should attend. Then, after the leftovers are packed up, Bradley ushers her onto his balcony and plops the two of them on his wicker loveseat, ignoring her protests that she could do the dishes.

“I’ll do them later. Just sit here and relax with me, would ya?”

“Fine.” Mary huffs, shuffling closer until she’s tucked into his side, warm and content under the blanket he grabbed.

The two sit in comfortable silence, cuddled together as they listen to the sounds of the street below and watch the last rays of the sunset slip away. It’s not until the few stars that are actually visible through San Diego’s light pollution appear in the sky that one of them moves.

“I’ll be right back.” He says, chuckling at her tiny, displeased whine when he pulls away. She watches him walk into his apartment, appreciating the long lines of his body.

When the door slides shut, she takes a second to just breathe, the crisp evening air filling her lungs and cooling her warm cheeks as she tries to calm herself down. The butterflies in her storm are waging a war against her, but not in a bad way. It’s not nerves or anxiety that’s making her stomach flip.

It’s happiness.

It’s Bradley.

An involuntary laugh escapes at the realization. Mary presses the blanket against her face, muffling the excited giggles she can’t control. Giddy like a schoolgirl with her first real crush. She brings the blanket down at the sound of the door opening; her cheeks are sore from smiling so big but they stretch even more at the sight in front of her.

Bradley walking towards her, singing Happy Birthday with a slice of cheesecake in one hand and his phone in the other. He carefully sits back down, handing over the plate to light the candle.

“Happy birthday to you!”

Mary can’t look away from the man sitting next to her. Her heart is so full she could cry. She’s never been one to make a big fuss about birthdays. Usually spends the day working and enjoying her colleagues' happiness at the treats she brought to share. Treating herself to dinner out and maybe some dessert before calling her best friends to chat and catch up, laughing through their awful rendition of Happy Birthday.

The effort Bradley has put in has her on the brink of happy tears. Not only did he remember her favorite dinner months after she mentioned it once, but he put in the time to actually make it. He’s done all the work himself and hasn’t let her lift a finger. Something she appreciates more than he could ever imagine. Growing up, there was never a day where she was allowed to not help. Every special day of her - birthday, graduation - ended with her in the kitchen, putting leftovers away and washing dishes while her brothers got to have fun. And on top of all that, she knows he asked Dani or Reuben for help because he’s stuck a candle in a slice of chocolate raspberry swirl cheesecake - her favorite.

His soft voice interrupts her thoughts. “Make a wish, honey.”

I hope we never get tired of each other. I hope we grow old together. I hope we love each other forever.

She keeps eye contact with him as she blows the candle out, hoping he understands she’s wishing for him.

For them.

Bradley stops recording and drops his phone on the table without looking, scooting closer to her with a hungry look in his eyes. It’s clear as day how much he wants her, even in the low light of the balcony, and it sends shivers up her spine.

“What did you wish for?” His voice is rough compared to a few seconds ago, like there’s gravel in his throat.

Mary’s eyes flicker between his lips and his eyes, unable to decide which one she wants to look at more. “I can’t say, or it might not come true.” His mouth wins the battle when his tongue peeks out to wet his lips.

“Well, we wouldn’t want that. Would we?” Her heart kicks into overdrive as he leans closer, his right hand pushing hair out of her face while the other slips around her back, tugging her closer.

“Thank you for this, it was perfect.”

Mary leans in, her breath hitching when the tips of their noses brush. Her free hand runs up his chest, appreciating the soft sweater before dipping into his curls. Bradley presses in even further, the small dessert plate between them the only thing keeping them apart.

“Of course. Happy Birthday, dolcezza.”

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Hiii I'm back with more voice types and this time it's the Kane Chronicles! You may have noticed I did the first 3 within like 2 days and then never came back to it. I started this one at the same time as those but got stuck on literally one person lol. It sat in my drafts for a year and I forgot about it lol sorry

part 1 • part 2 • part 3

Carter: baritone, but he's just here for the elective credit

Sadie: mezzo soprano, but tries to sing all the parts at once. It's really confusing to sit by her bc you can never tell what she's supposed to be singing and it's distracting as hell (inspired by personal experience)

Zia: alto 2 that doesn't get the attention she deserves. Y'know how a lot of people only pay attention to sopranos? that's what we're looking at here. hates it with a burning passion bc she's good and deserves to be recognized for it

Amos: has a bass voice, but he's actually in the band and there to accompany them

Julius: something's telling me bass-baritone. Idk.

Walt: he's a baritone. I don't really have anything else to say about this one he just gives baritone vibes

Anubis: bass-baritone, but he's not actually apart of the choir, he showed up with Walt one day and then kept coming back

Bast: she's another showy soprano 1 who gets a lot of solos, it bothers people but she's so sweet so they can't get too mad

Desjardins: hear me out. Tenor. Something about the godawful french accent I always imagine him with makes it impossible to imagine him as anything else lmao (no offense french people I'm just horrible at accents)

Jaz: she gives soprano vibes, but like. Ensemble soprano.

Cleo: she's still on the young side so soprano-ish for now, but once her voice matures she'll end up either an alto 1 or a mezzo soprano.

Felix: tenor. Again, he's pretty young so that's a given. But I feel like he would stay a tenor for some time.

@drewtanakagf aka the only person to show consistent interest, I hope that still applies? it's been over a year whoops

Had to pull in a lot of side characters for this one lmao

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#i hope this something like what you imagined zia #i tried i tried #see it the og pic on the wall it’s META #chain of gold #chain of iron #chain of thorns #the last hours #tlh #the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #the infernal devices #tid #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #thomastair #sdr art

[slytherinnbitch]

i'm glad you don't hate my asks, i didn't send much this days bc i was scared that you did hated them🚶

and ok i agree angst is cool BUT MY SAD PERSON LIKES THEM WHEN THERE'S A HAPPY ENDING THAT ONE JUST BROKE MY HEART BC IMAGINE HOW HARRY IT'S GOING TO FEEL WHEN (OR IF?) HE REMEMBERS EVERYTHING MAKES ME WANT TO CRY LIKE PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO YOURSELF POTTER!!!!

by the way, i'm really curious about how do you think draco would react if he was the one that lost his memory. do you think he would be a brat like harry or he would be more calm at the idea that they're married and have a child together? i have a lot of feelings about that bc i can't get my finger around it like ughh i think he would be more calm but at the same time i think he would react worse than harry did 🤧

I NEVER TOLD YOU BUT ENGLISH IT'S NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO I'M SORRY IF I TALK HORRIBLE AND YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY (I PROBABLY MAKE A LOT OF MISTAKES, SORRY)

ok this is already too long so i'm saying my goodbyes~ (by the way, i'm glad you're having or had a good weekend, i hope you have a nice week too, you totally deserve it!) and help you make me feel special saying that you like my asks, i want to hug you and protect you from the world 🤲

Hey Darling! Firstly I have no idea how I forgot to reply to this because I read it then I thought I answered as well but apparently not.

Never ever think that any of your asks bother me. Asks are just so nice. I love them.

As for the sequel. I have gotten enough requests that I will do it. After I finish proposal part 3. Don't ask me when is that, idk. Can't really promise on a happy ending but I'll try. There sure will be angst tho. So much of it, haha.

As for the Draco forgetting about Harry. What first comes to my mind is this:

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Draco wakes up with a pounding headache. He scrunches his face as the noise overwhelms him and gives him a terrible headache. He hears three gasps from beside him. As he lifts his head up and opens his eyes, he finds himself in a hospital. He racks his brain in an attempt to remember what had happened that landed him there but comes up blank.

"Draco-" someone whispers beside him and when he turns his head, it's none other than Harry fucking Potter. What the actual fuck and why does Potter look so bloody fit- not that he wasn't before but holy Merlin, this is on another level. Potter also looks older, so he frowns at him and when did he start calling Draco by his given name?

"Potter, why the fuck are you here?" That's the first thing that comes out if his mouth and now Potter is frowning at him.

"I don't know, Malfoy. What does one do when their husband lands up in the hospital after trying to save them from an unknown spell? And for future purpose, it's Malfoy-Potter now." Potter snarks back and there's no actual venom in his voice just mirth and humor.

Draco has never heard him talk like this to him before. And wait- did he just say husband? Is that supposed to mean him? And Malfoy-Potter? What the fuck is happening?

"Mate, you really scared us this time." Weasley says from his other side and Granger's sitting beside him with slight tears in her eyes?! Is he in the same universe or what? What's the joke here?

"We should call an healer," Granger replies before he can even begin to contemplate whats happening.

He remains quiet, trying to figure out what is actually going on when the Healer comes in.

"Auror Malfoy, how many more times do I need to tell you that you need not run headfirst into any situation if you see that your husband is in danger. Had you not gone to save Auror Potter then you would not have these severe injuries and Auror Potter would have been fine as well. Getting two completely different curses at the same time is very very harmful." They finish and seriously who is this? Why are they talking as if they have known Draco for a long time?

"Draco, are you quite alright?" Granger asks in a soft voice and he looks at her in disbelief. Did she forget who she is talking to?

"I would ask if you would like to get everyone outside for the examination but it's really a futile effort at this point." The Healer smiles at him and shakes their head.

"Uh, uhm actually I would like some privacy if that's not too much." Draco says and really that might not have been the best thing to say. The shocked expressions on everyone's face conveys that fantastically.

"Well then, out all of you. Even you, Auror Potter." The Healer says, the epitome of professional.

"Zia, I have asked you multiple times to call me Harry." Potter says almost absent-mindedly, like it's almost instinct at this point or something.

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After Zia had asked their questions and Draco had told them that he doesn't remember anything about what happened. And they ask him what was the last thing he remembers and he replies that he remembers turning to the Apparation point in Diagon Alley on Christmas Eve and Zia looks at him with wide eyes.

They ask him about the year and he eyes them suspiciously before replying 2000.

"Draco, I think you have lost a fair amount of memory. It's actually May 2015 and not December 2000." Zia informs him regretfully.

"Okay. No seriously, it's okay. But why is Potter saying he is my husband and he is a Malfoy-Potter now?" Draco asks them incredulously.

"That I think you should ask Harry himself." Zia says, biting her lips in a way that can't really be pleasant.

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When Potter and his sidekicks finally finish explaining him about the last 15 years of his life. His first response is to laugh. Apparantly, he has a child. A literal child? How did that even happen? And he has been married for the last 10 years. To Potter.

"This feels like a childhood fantasy come true, you know? Being a part of the golden trio. Líke seriously, this is something I have to believe? Who set this up? Pansy? Was it Blaise? I mean it's got to be one of those bastards." Draco finally says and laughs.

"Well, I'm sorry the three of you but really, you can go now. Sorry for wasting y'all's precious time. Please send those goons in." Draco continues. He looks at the three of them, hoping they would finally agree with him and tell him that it was a good one though and go their merry way. But Granger looks like she wants to cry and Weasley looks much the same, except he is looking shocked as well.

He turns to Potter, his apparant husband and the other father of his child, and finds him actually crying. There are tears flowing down his face almost constantly and all Draco wants to do is reach out and-

No, that's not what he wants. He feels his heart clench but why? This is afterall a joke.

Right?

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Okay this was totally unplanned. I just had the childhood fantasy line in my mind and well, this is the result. Hope this answers your question? And sorry, I got carried away. It happens at times. (I was supposed to be writing today's drabble but I wrote this instead)

Your English is just fine! Infact, English isn't really my first language as well. Like it was what I first started learning in school but I spoke another language before. Like my mother tongue is something else and my first language is English if that makes sense? So you're just fine, no worries!

Hope you like small scene! Love you <3

#asks #bymoanne #i got carried away #this is what happens when i come across magical theory #or headcannons #sad drarry #drarry #draco malfoy

[im-hqlover]

DT - Fallen Kingdom - Mistakes

(Aww, i love this gif so much! Btw the gif doesn't belong to me)

A/n - Okay, I know this is totally random, but after re-watching the movie Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom I was really looking forward to writing this, and to explain some things this is part of the same series of Dinosaur Trainer fanfics, but in the future. Why did I write this instead of writing chapter 2? I don't know, I just wanted to write something that happened in the Fallen Kingdom movie, and so as not to lose inspiration I wrote. 

Some things will only make sense to me, and it will only make sense to you after I write more about the story. (I swear I’ll try to write Chapter 2 soon, and do them in the right order, and not jump into the past and then into the future, but I told myself that whenever I have an idea to write, I should write, if not later I will never be able to write this again, so here it is.)  

Btw, I also wanted something angst and fluff, because I don't know, I like to write / read with this combination of angst and fluff, am I weird? Maybe ¯ \ _ (ツ) _ / ¯ 

But I hope you like it! Oh, and the dinosaurs I censored the name of the species, because I still want it to be a surprise that I intend to reveal only in chapter 3, then xxxxxxxxxxx is the fusion of the dinosaur that y/n trains together with another one that I will not reveal yet 🤭😁, you will understand what I mean, especially with future chapters, so I’ll leave it to your imagination which dinosaur it is. Enjoy! See you in the final notes!

Warnings: Spoilers, almost death by dinosaur, mentions of miscarriage, crying (a lot), angst, "cheated", dino death ;-;, fight, possible english errors, maybe other things that I'm forgetting... let me know if you find something I need to warn that I forgot.

(oh, and Claire isn't very nice here, so if you like her, sorry. not sorry)

Pairing: Owen Grady x Pregnant!Reader

Y/n = Your name

Words count: 4783

Previous chapters: One

Next chapters: Maybe not that soon xD

Synopsis: A few months after the Jurassic World incident, Owen and y / n get married, and decide that they would live on the roads for a long time, until they met a small town in northern California, and decided to start building their own house in a beautiful place. Everything was going well, more than well, everything was perfect, well, at least until y/n finds out she's pregnant, at first she was afraid to tell her husband about the news, but when she takes courage and she decided that she would find a cute way to tell him about it, they get a call about saving the surviving dinosaurs from Isla Nublar, and were visited by Claire, who insisted that they go to save the dinosaurs, y/n really wanted to save Rain, one of the surviving dinosaurs she trained, and she knew she couldn't tell Owen that she was pregnant because she knew he would never let her go. What could go wrong?

Taglist:  If you want to be part of my taglist, please let me know!

Y/N's INFO:

Gender: Cis-Female

Sexuality: Straight 

Height: Short 

Weight: Not Defined 

Skin Color: Not Defined 

Hair Color: Not Defined 

Eyes Color: Not Defined

Other details? Y/n is myopic

(I hope I have put all the information, let me know if I forgot something)

[...]

I was in a corner of the dark room watching Rain and the Xxxxxxxxxxx, they seemed to be communicating, making grunts, and Rain seemed to make the same sounds as when she cried, and it was breaking my heart, I was so scared, and probably Rain would die anytime and I would be helpless, and so I would die for that mutant being. 

The Xxxxxxxxxxx looks at me, and approaches slowly, my breath started to accelerate and the tears kept flowing, I bit my lip holding my hiccups with the dinosaur's proximity, she looks at me and I swallow, she touches the hand that was on my belly and snorts, she closed eyes for a second before grunting, the same grunt that Rain did when I approached her there in the truck. 

I really wanted to know what they talked about, how the hell was the dinosaur that seconds ago was trying to kill me, it was there next to me, touching my stomach, I just hoped it wasn't something she was doing before killing me, but luckily she did nothing against me, and so when the lights came back on, she lifted her head and grunted, turning and walking away. 

I walk towards Rain, and I see that her breath was failing a lot, I sit next to her, placing my hand on her neck, and she growled quietly, more and more tears start to fall and I hear a very loud scream coming from somewhere, but I looked again at the albino dinosaur when she groans in pain. 

- I'm sorry, I wish I could help, but I don't know... - My voice comes just above the whisper, Rain opens her blue eyes and grunts one last time, until her body stops moving. - Rain!

I scream her name softly and bend down, placing my face on the scaly skin, letting the tears fall. I get up on wobbly legs, I couldn't stay there with her dead, so I walked to the nearest doors and opened it, entering a room where it looked like an exhibition place, but it was all a mess, I hear voices and walk towards it, just to see Owen and Claire kissing. 

My already broken heart seemed to have been trampled to dust, I let a sob leave my lips with the scene, and because of that Owen looks at me with wide eyes, I run towards one of the corridor, just to get out of there as soon as possible, I hear my husband's voice in the distance calling my name, but I kept running, not looking back, until I reached the main door, leaving the Lockwoods' mansion, where raindrops wet my entire body. 

My body shivers when I hear the sound of a grunt coming from a high place, and when I turn around, I see that on top of the roof there was a dinosaur, I thought that maybe it was Xxxxxxxxxxx, but its shape was different, so maybe it was other, but I couldn't identify which one it would be. 

I see it coming down the roof, entering through a window, and in a short time I hear the sound of gunshots, followed by dinosaur grunts and human screams, and then through the same window that that dinosaur came in, I see two people leave, but I couldn't identify who it was. 

I start to follow them across the floor, as I follow them, I hear more grunts and screams, in addition to the sound of glass breaking. The two people went to a glass ceiling, and I tried to identify who it was, but I couldn't see well, but apparently the dinosaur was following them, and maybe it was approaching them, because after a roar, they walk away, and one of the people ends up slipping and screaming, but the other one else catches it. 

I hear footsteps next to me and see that it was Xxxxxxxxxxx, she looks at me and makes a small sound, before she starts to climb the walls, and then a faint sound of banging metal appears. 

The two people who were falling manage to climb, the bigger person walks away, and the unidentified dinosaur screams, and soon after I hear glass breaking, in addition to more grunts. I see that Xxxxxxxxxxx reached the ceiling, and went into attack position, and another smaller dinosaur screams, who could almost swear it was the sound of a velociraptor, and they both attack the dinosaur, and they all fall off the glass ceiling. 

Not long after, the people up there say something, but I was too far away to understand, and I notice that the silhouette of the two people is gone. 

I look around, hoping there wasn't any dinosaur there, and I go back to the mansion's entrance, standing on the stairs. I didn’t know where to go, what to do, or what to feel, so many things had happened that day, almost death on the isla Nublar, discovering that they weren't actually looking after the dinosaurs, but would sell them, mutant dinosaur, dinosaur attacks, Rain's death, watching Owen's scene… 

My tears are mixed with rainwater when I start to remember Rain and Owen, the only thing I could do now was cry, feel guilty, feel worthless, and think I'm not good enough. 

I wrap my arms around my stomach, and I ended up getting even more worried, the baby, all this madness would certainly not be good for the baby, and I was afraid that I might have an miscarriage because of that, and I didn’t want to lose this baby, I already suffered a lot in just one day, and with that, I don’t know what I could do with me. 

Lost in thought, I get scared when I hear the heavy noise of several dinosaurs running, and I hadn't even realized that the rain had stopped, I hear footsteps approaching the front door, Turning to see who it was, I realize it was Owen, along with a girl, Franklin, Zia and urgh, Claire. 

I walk down the stairs before they leave, but of course Owen would see me and then he screams out calling my name. 

- Y/n! Wait! - I stop in the middle of the steps when I see a familiar dinosaur at the bottom of the stairs, Blue. Owen stopped beside me, and when he saw the velociraptor he spoke. - Hey Girl. 

- Owen. - I hear Claire's voice, and I swear that hearing her say my husband's name made me want to throw up and start crying again, not that the tears stopped at some point in fact, damn hormones that wouldn't let me go without crying for a second. 

- Shh! It's okay, she won't hurt us. - Owen goes down the rest of the steps, approaching Blue, with his hand extended to touch her. - Hey. 

Without my realizing it, I went down the stairs, approaching Owen and the velociraptor.

- Blue, come with me. - He pets Blue, and she purrs, and then takes Owen's hand away, approaching me slowly, she sniffs me for a moment and gently touches my stomach, which makes me smile, and then I pet her too, making her purr, and Owen puts his hand on her again, it seems like he didn’t realized it as anything else, but I knew she knew I was pregnant, as well as Rain and Xxxxxxxxxxx. 

- We'll take you to a safe place, okay? - Blue chitter and then follows the look of Owen who was seeing the big container beside and looks again at Owen before running from there to the forest, looking back for a second, making another noise as if to say goodbye, more tears flow from my eyes, and I still had my arms around my stomach. My husband looks at me, he was going to say something, but he is interrupted by a little girl who hugs him, I look at him for a moment, and then I can't let a sob out of my mouth, then cover it with my hand and leave. 

- Y/n! Where are you going!? 

- Anywhere away from you! - I can muster the strength to speak before continuing on my aimless path, I hear the sound of his steps on the gravel and feel him take my wrist, forcing me to look at him. - Leave me! 

I try to remove his hand from my wrist, but it only made him hold both of my arms, preventing me from leaving. 

- Y/n, that was a misunderstanding…

- Oh sure! A kiss was a misunderstanding! I know very well what I saw! And I know very well that you should be loving this! Why don't you just break up with me and stay with your dear Claire Dearing? - I say with all the anger and sadness that had engulfed my body, trying desperately to remove his hands from me. 

- Y/n, I didn't kiss her! She kissed me! 

- Ah, of course, the typical excuse. - I roll my eyes, avoiding looking at him. - I know I'll never be perfect like her, so why just… don't let me… 

All the anger that I had ends up falling, and I just feel disappointment in myself and a deep sadness. 

- Because I love you, and I could never leave you. - He puts a hand on my cheek, wiping my tears away, but I push, not wanting him to touch me. 

- I doubt it. - I look at the stairs for a moment, and I can quickly see the four standing on the stairs, probably listening to our conversation, and I can swear I could see Claire with a little smile. I look at my right side trying hard not to look at him.

- Hey, look at me. - He forced me to look at him, but I was more stubborn, and I wasn't going to give him that power, so I kept looking away. 

- I will always be the last option... - I whisper, as more tears clouded my vision.   

- Hey, listen to me, you aren't the last option, believe me, I love you more than anything in this world, and you know it. - For the second time he puts one of his big hands on my cheek, wiping away my tears, I didn't know what to say, I wanted to retaliate, yell at him, curse him, hit him, but I couldn't do anything. - Nothing Claire does will make me leave you, because you are the only person I love. 

- And how do I know if you're not lying? - I managed to say between sobs. 

- You know I would never be with you if I didn't really love you, right? And I swear to god I will do anything to prove my words that I love you, and that I would go to hell for you. 

For the first time I look at his eyes, his green eyes that I loved so much, for a moment I hesitated but I kiss him, it was a passionate kiss, it was necessary, it was despair, and I can hear the sound of voices behind us, but I didn't pay much attention, because the only thing I wanted to pay attention to was there, in that kiss. But when I feel a sharp pain in my stomach, I have to part with Owen's lips and shrink in pain. 

- Y/n? What happened?

- I-I. - The pang of pain seemed to take all my breath away, making me almost unable to speak. - I d-don't know.

It was then that I felt a liquid between my legs, I couldn't see it, but I was pretty sure it was blood. 

- No, no, no. 

- Y/n, what's going on? 

- O-Owen… - He wraps his arms around me, bringing me closer, and the four who were on the stairs before approach us. 

- What is happening? - Asked Franklin, with his usual nervousness, but I can't judge him, since I was kind of like that too, especially now. I even tried to speak, but I couldn't, I could only think that I probably had an miscarriage, and that I hadn't even told Owen that he was going to be a father. 

- I don't know, y/n was writhing in pain. - He answers while stroking my back, which made me calm down a little. 

- What kind of pain? - Zia asked approaching us both.

- Mis-miscarriage. - It was the only thing I managed to say, but my voice was muffled and I don't know if anyone understood. 

- What? - Owen and Zia speak at the same time. 

- I-I... I think I had... a mis-miscarriage. - I spoke louder as I buried my head in Owen's chest, and held his shirt tighter.

- Miscarriage? What... - Owen doesn't finish talking and just remains silent, and stopped stroking my back. 

- We have to take her to the hospital now. - Zia said to Owen, and he removed his arms from me, before starting to carry me bride-style to one of the cars (or truck?) that was nearby, he put me in the passenger seat and then went around to get into the driver's seat.

I heard the sound of footsteps and I was pretty sure the four of them had gone in behind the car/truck, but I was more busy trying to control my breathing and try to stop crying for a few minutes, but the thought of losing my baby and all of this being my fault kept getting in of my head, I avoided looking at Owen, and I only paid attention to the road in front of us, I realized several times that Owen wanted to say something, but he never spoke, the only thing he said was.

- We're almost there, just a few more minutes. - He had put his hand on my knee, maybe trying to comfort me in some way, but in fact it just made me feel more guilty about not telling him. 

I don't know how Owen managed to find the way to the hospital, but there we were, he took me to the reception, and spoke to the nurse at the counter. 

- Please, this is an emergency! - He raised his voice when the nurse insisted she had to fill out a form before I was attended. 

- What kind of emergency? - The nurse said while typing something on the computer, and then before Owen could answer, I speak. 

- I think I had a miscarriage. - I instinctively put my hands on my belly, and the nurse agrees and starts to call a phone, calling one of the doctors, and then she calls other nurses came and puts me on a stretcher. 

- Hey! Let me go with her! - I hear Owen's voice behind me, but I couldn't see him. 

- Sorry sir, but you'll have to stay in the waiting room. 

- But I'm her husband! 

- Sir, you have to be patient and wait. 

- Please let him come. - I say weakly, but I don't know for exactly who. - Please. 

The nurses looked hesitant, but they let him come along. They took me to an empty room, and we had to wait until the doctor arrived, and meanwhile I was lying there, with Owen by my side holding my hand, I could feel his gaze on me, but I was ignoring him. 

- Y/n.

- … 

- Look at me. - I believe that when he realized that I wouldn't move my head to face him, he gently put his hand on my chin, thus having to look at him. - Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? 

His voice was low, and I could feel the disappointment as he spoke, I tried to answer, but instead more tears fall. 

- Are you mad at me? - I ask him, but I couldn't look directly in your eyes. 

- No! Of course not! I'm not mad, I'm worried! You already knew that before we went to the island, and yet you agreed to risk you and our baby's life! - When his voice started to increase, I shrunk. 

- Because I knew you wouldn't let me go to the island if I told you! I knew you would be mad! - I remove his hand and look at the other corner of the room. 

- I'm not mad! I'm worried! What did you expect to happen if something worse had happened? What if you had died? 

- You could stay with Claire... - I answer quietly. 

- Y/n, I'm serious!

- And me too! I know you never forgot her! - I increase the tone of my voice, but I stop immediately as another stab of pain arises.

- We already talked about it y/n, now stop deviating from the subject. 

- I-I... - When I was about to start talking, the room door opens and the doctor enters with a clipboard. 

- Y/n Grady? - I nod in agreement and the doctor approaches us both. - Okay, I'm Dr. Briggs, I'm going to ask you some questions before I do the ultrasound, okay?

- Ok… - I glance at Owen, who looked at the doctor and then at me.

- How long have you been pregnant? 

- 6 weeks.

- Uhum, and since when have you known about pregnancy? 

- 3 weeks. - I feel more tears falling from my eyes, and a sob ends up escaping, and I put my hand over my mouth, trying to control myself. 

- Do you take any medication? - I just shake my head negatively, not sure if I could speak. 

- Have you had a lot of stress in the last few days? - I look quickly at Owen, and this time he answered. 

- We were dinosaur trainers, we had to rescue them today, and it was... very stressful. 

- Hum, I understand. - He kept writing something on the clipboard, he asked a few more questions, and when he finished writing he said he would have to go to the room where he had the necessary equipment for an ultrasound, and then he left the room and not long after some nurses came and took the stretcher that I was to another room, and as soon as we got there the doctor said he would be back soon, Owen and I were silent, I still ignored him but I could feel him staring at me.

- 3 weeks… - Owen whispered, probably talking to himself more, but I can't help feeling guilty about it. 

- Owen, I-I… - I tried to recover my voice and add the courage I had to face my husband. - I'm sorry, I was going to tell you! I swear! But at first I was afraid that you didn't want this child, but after I decided I was going to tell you, I wanted, I don't know, to make a cute surprise… but then they called us about the island and the dinosaurs, and then Claire begged us to go… and when I saw you watching the baby velociraptors... I really wanted to save Blue, and Rain, and I knew that if I told you, you wouldn't let me go along. I'm sorry Owen, and now… a-and now our baby is probably d-dead because of me.

As I spoke more tears and sobs appeared, and Owen listened in silence to everything I had to say and wiped my tears away with his fingers. 

- Why did you think I wouldn't want to have a baby? This is one of the most incredible things I could hear. 

- I don't know... I-I, I'm sorry. - It was the only thing I managed to whisper, and when Owen was going to say something, the doctor came into the room. 

- Okay, let's start. - The doctor said when he sat in the chair next to the machine, he touched some things, he turned off the lights and asked me to raise my shirt and lower my pants a little, so that he could apply the warm gel on my belly, and then put the device on, I looked at the screen in front of me, which changed as he slid the device, and I gasped when I saw a small black bean-shaped spot with a white dot on it. 

- Is that white dot her, doctor? - I looked at Owen, and realized that his eyes were watering. 

- Yeah, it's the baby. - The doctor said while analyzing the screen and typing some things. 

- Owen, there's no way of knowing if it was her or him. - My voice was low and sad, while still watching my husband, who looked away from the screen to look at me and smiled at me. 

- I feel it's her. - When Owen said that I laugh a little bit still in tears, and I remembered the rare times we talked about children, saying that he wanted to have 4 girls, and I said that the chances of that happening were low, since it’s not possible to just want to, it’s a game of luck, and the chances of having 4 children, and they were all girls was very difficult, unless I was my aunt and he was my uncle, since they had 5 children, all girls. 

- Well, I can't say that yet, since to discover the genre it will be necessary to wait until the 20th week or more. - When the doctor said that, a click crossed my mind, but I was quiet for a few seconds before speaking.  

- Wait? Do you mean the baby is still alive? - My tears had stopped, and a glimmer of hope appeared, and I looked at Owen again, and I didn't exactly know what he was feeling, but his face was kind of funny to see.  

- I can't say this with 100% certainty yet, I will need some more tests and we need to follow up to see how the embryo and your body reacts, if the body will expel it, if there will be growth of the embryo, or if there will be no growth of it, but apparently what you suffered was an abortion threat, so it's better to be careful that a real miscarriage doesn't happen. 

After so many tears of sadness that I spilled that day, I finally managed to smile and tears of happiness fellen, and I saw that Owen also had a big smile on his face, with a single tear running down your cheek, he took my hand that he had been holding all this time and kissed it, before kissing my forehead. 

- I'll leave you a moment alone, I'll be back in a few minutes. - He took his clipboard and left the room which was still dark, with the image of our baby still appearing on the screen. 

- We're going to be parents. - Owen whispers and his forehead was resting on top of my head, and I could feel some of his tears fall. 

- But he said he can't be 100% sure ... - The thought takes over my mind, thinking that the worst could happen still haunted me. 

- Shh, don't think about it. - He put one of his hands on my cheek and then makes eye contact with me. - She will survive, she is a Grady, and the Grady don't die easily, look at us, we have survived attacks by dinosaurs, twice. 

I laugh at what he said, and a few more tears escaped my eyes, I couldn't understand how the hell I still managed to have so many tears. 

- How can you be so sure it's her? What if it's a boy? - I asked him when I wiped my tears.

- Shh, don't question my fatherly instincts. - It makes me laugh even more. 

- Hey, I'm the one who is pregnant, I'm the one who should have maternal instincts about what gender is. - I playfully tap his shoulder, and he laughs too. 

- Since you say, then tell me, what do you think it will be? - Owen shrugged before taking my hand again.

- Hmm ... I don't know, there is a 50% chance of being a girl and a 50% chance of being a boy, besides that in the future we don't know if he or she will feel the same way they was born and…

- Ok, ok, ok, got it, you don't know. - He laughed when I hit him on the shoulder and he raises his hands in defense. 

- My… uh… maternal instincts are still not strong enough to be sure. - I shrug, which makes Owen laugh again.  

- Okay, so let's do it like that, I bet 50 bucks that me and my fatherly instincts are right and it will be a girl. 

- Hum, do you want to bet now? - I raise my eyebrows at his proposal and cross my arms.

- Well, I need money to buy some beers for when we go to celebrate that I'm right. - He shrugs smiling and I laugh rolling my eyes.  

- Ok, ok, I accept the bet. - I talk giving my hand to him so we can close the bet. 

- You know you always lose them, don't you? - He chuckles, and still doesn't shake my hand. 

- I know, but I accept the bet. - I smile and he shakes my hand. 

- Then you can go saving the 100 dollars. 

- Hey! The deal was 50! - I tap him on the shoulder again making him laugh again, but then he takes my hands. 

- Are you sure? - Owen raises his eyebrows and I snort. 

- Yes, I'm sure, I'm pregnant, I'm not deaf or crazy. - He laughs at my sentence and kisses my hands.

- I'm kidding... it was actually 150. 

- Hey! - I can't believe how before I was crying desperately and now I was laughing, just him to be able to cheer me up at a time like this.

- Okay, okay, it'll be 50 bucks, and you better get ready to lose. - I roll my eyes and then look at the screen that had the image of our baby, and I can feel Owen's arm wrap around my shoulders and he lean his head against mine. - I swear with my life that I will take care of you and our baby, and that I love you both more than anything in the world, and nothing will change that. 

- Not even Claire? - I ended up returning to the subject, but I couldn't help it, I was still hurt because of that. 

- I swear y/n, what happened there meant nothing to me, because you are the only one for me, and nothing she does will destroy my love for you, understand?  

- Uhum. - I nod, with a single tear that insisted on falling, and then Owen holds my chin, looking into my eyes for a few seconds before we kiss deeply, at least until the doctor comes back and interrupts us. 

- Oh, well, sorry to disturb your moment, but if you don't mind, we'll have to do some more exams, so we'll take you to the room you were in earlier. - The doctor said and right behind him came nurses, who took me to the room, followed by the doctor and my husband.   

The doctor said that in addition to examining the embryo he needed to examine my other wounds, and see if I was all right, and because of that he put serum on me, collected blood samples, besides nurses came and made bandages on my injuries. I felt like crap to tell you the truth, and the only thing I wanted most was to take a shower, but the doctor wouldn't let me, at least for now, because he said I was still very weak, so I had better rest, and even if he hadn't said that, I think Owen would have stopped me saying the same thing. 

- You need to sleep. - Owen said to me, he was sitting next to me in the chair next to the stretcher, and then he kissed my right hand that was intertwined with his, and he puts his free hand over my hand that was resting on my belly. 

- You too. - I spoke in a hoarse voice, maybe it was the sleep that was hitting me little by little, or maybe it was because I cried and sobbed so much. 

- I will when you are. 

- Hum... you're stubborn. - I could feel my eyes getting heavy, but I wanted to keep them open so I could see his face, which smiled at me.

- Look who's talking. - I laugh lightly, I think we were both the most stubborn people on Earth.

- Would it be possible to turn off the lights, this is burning my eyes. - Owen chuckled before nodding and getting up to turn off the lights, soon returning to the same position as he was before. - Thanks.

- You're welcome. Good night y/n. - He kissed my forehead and then gave a sloppy kiss on my lips. 

- Good night Owen. - After closing my eyes, it wasn't long before I was in the world of dreams…  or rather, nightmares, because of course that after the nightmare I went through in real life, my mind couldn't miss the opportunity to haunt me.

A / n - Hey! Hello again! I think I wrote more than I expected, well, maybe I got a little excited hehe xD

And damn, I want to write the continuation of this chapter, but I also want to hold on and write the other things I need to write.

I don't know why, but as I wrote Doctor Briggs I saw his appearance as Benedict Cumberbatch xD

Anyway, I hope this was good and that you enjoyed it, don't forget to let me know if you have found any english error, or if something is very confusing, I always reread it several times, but I never know if something may have gone unnoticed. 

Until the next chapter! 

- Ina - 

Masterlist

#Owen Grady x reader #Owen Grady x female reader #Owen Grady x y/n #Owen Grady x pregnant reader #Owen Grady imagine #Owen Grady #Dinosaur Trainer #Jurassic World #Jurassic Park #x reader #x y/n #x female reader #x pregnant reader #Jurassic World fanfic #reader insert #Chris Pratt #Chris Pratt characters #Franklin Webb #Zia Rodrigues #Claire Dearing #Maisie Lockwood #Chris Pratt x reader #Chris Pratt x y/n #Jurassic World fic #Blue #Velociraptor #Indoraptor #Jurassic World Fallen Kingdom

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W O O, so I'm back a bit from the art-grave to finally upload this piece I had completed a lil while ago... the pic in question being some slight redesign/touchups for two of my central side characters of TTM, Noira and Raider Crane~ 💙 Just to keep things a lil fresh and reflecting a bit better of their current character portrayals, so I hope you all enjoy! ^^

More info about both characters can be found below (and here on DA too)~

-Noira Crane (age 16) is Raider's younger sister, Princess Zia's best friend and currently enrolled at St. Ravilda's Mage Academy. A generally stoic and poised young lady with a rather sharp tongue than many would expect... often expressed through well-placed snark at those trying to interrupt her and Zia's "fun" (aka: sneaking around and setting up pranks around the school). When she's not busy hanging with Zia and keeping up their rather limited cheer squad these days, Noira could often be seen competing heavily for maintaining her place up above the top ranked students (of which a certain white-haired prince keeps trying to secure that spot for himself). Underneath her "well-to-do" exterior, however... lies a deep-down insecure girl who often feels pressured to bottle up her feelings, especially with the amount of pressure her parents (Lachlan & Vinia) put on both her and her brother Raider growing up. Combined with the strain put on from Raider's falling out with their parents a few years back... it's left Noira rather scared to delve too much into her own natural Water Mage abilities for fear she can't measure up (even with her folks trying their best to "dial back" for her sake, since she's their only remaining child living with them now). The few things in life that can truly bring a sense of peace and smiles to her face are Zia's company, the success of beating her rivals, and the never-ending bond she and Raider share between eachother... no matter the distance, no matter what.  (Fun Facts about Noira): -She's usually never seen walking around without her beloved dog companion, "Misty Belle" (courtesy to my pal @littlechaoticwitch for helping to come up with the name :3 ). The fluffy pup given to her as a gift from her folks a few years back, Misty is quite a sweet lil lady for most who are allowed to be near her. Always eager to follow her mistress around faithfully, snuggling and goofing around the room when left idle, and occasionally chewing at the ankles of those who try to mess with Noira (like, again, a certain white-paired prince who never ceases to push his luck lol).  -She was named after one of the earlier Crane family ancestors, "Noira the Victress". Said to have been quite a powerful blood pirate, the present-day Noira Crane has... always been a bit unsure of how to feel about her namesake, despite her father and some other distant relatives seeming rather proud of it. She's still a lil curious to try and research more about her ancestor though, given how popular she was as a subject for numerous campfire stories.  -Noira has been diagnosed as nearsighted from the time she was in elementary school, and thus is never seen without her favorite pair of horn-rimmed glasses (an aesthetic picked up from her favorite aunt, Freya).  -While her parents have officially stated for Noira to be the heir to their Crane Corp Industries business, Noira is still conflicted in herself of what she wants to do in life by the time she graduates. Whether it'd be to try out being a traveling Mage, or join more of Zia's royal court down in Asteria... its hard for her to decide atm.  -Being born a rather tiny and frail baby, Noira was always watched like a hawk by the family-hired medical professionals to keep her safe and protected. She's required to carry a couple EpiPens with her on the day-to-day with how many allergies she has, and Zia always tries to remember to keep a nice lil bag of snacks with her too in case her friend's blood sugar dips too low (as does Raider when he and Noira get to hang out on their own).  ============= -Raider Crane (age 21) is Noira's older brother, one of Kain's old school friends and currently making it big as an extreme stunt performer/traveling Electric mage. A bright, cheerful and fun-loving young man who lives to make others smile... whether it'd be for his own friend group or the crowds of audiences who clamor to come see his shows. Yet even with so much going well for him now... it wasn't always the easiest for him growing up before. Living under the roof of his folks who

always kept a tight grip

on him being "the best" (especially by his father), and even facing it worse with some bullying by Kaz's crew at school... it left Raider pretty timid and reclusive for the longest time. Only once others like Kain, Lyra, Briar and a few others taking the time to approach him did his true loveable goofball nature started to sprout for good... but at the same time, something just felt "missing" within Raider that didn't really sit right with him. Knowing how much of a rut he'd be bound to stay in if he kept up things how they were now... he decided by his last few years of Ravilda's to "change" himself for the better. From getting a new "bolder" punk look, working out and bulking over the summer, and taking some social sessions with fellow popular girl Dyani to gain some confidence in himself... Raider returned to the halls of the academy with a brighter, more-outgoing outlook on life now. He started gaining popularity left and right, taught Kaz's crew a thing or two when they tried one last chance to mess with him, and by graduation he was already on his way to make it big after getting signed on by an aspiring tv crew. All was going fine for once... yet back at home, things escalated between his parents (who still didn't seem understanding of Raider's personal dreams over their family business) to where Raider just... couldn't take it anymore. Many words were exchanged that night that prompted the young man to up and leave the family home for good... and never turning back except to now and then check up on his baby sister Noira. As the few years passed up until now, things are still going good for Raider in terms of his work and bond with Noira... though things remain relatively strained and awkward in regards to him and his parents. Whether things will ever truly improve or not with them is unclear as of now... but for the time being, Raider is at least content with himself on being able to finally shape his life the way it should be; fun, free, and fulfilling in its own way~.  (Fun Facts about Raider): -Back at his own personal trailer, Raider has a trio of cats he adopted awhile back named "Sprocket", "Buzz", and "Zipps". Having always been a strong cat person since he was a boy (but never getting the chance to own one growing up, given his mom's allergy to them), it was a big dream of Raider's to get his own feline companion by the time he moved out of the house. He went to the shelter to find three kitten siblings who were tossed aside and overlooked among some other animals... and being the big sweetie as he was, Raider was all too eager to scoop them up to adopt them all together. They're quite a funny bunch who tend to get into some trouble if left unsupervised, but are very much loyal to Raider either way with how often they'll form some "snuggle piles" with him once he's off-of-work.  -Raider gained his name from his paternal great-grandfather, Raider "The Swiftest" Crane. Originally was going to be named "Odin" (after Lachlan's own father, as was the old man's request many years ago)... but due to a falling out between the two not long before his son's birth, Lachlan decided against that and gave his boy "an even prouder name" to look up to instead. As for the present-day Raider himself, he's always been curious to know more about his great-grandfather given some accounts about him being a "commander of the skies" (via-riding dragons).  -From birth, Raider has carried an eye condition known as "Anisocoria"... in which one of his pupils is permanently smaller than the other eye and thus leaving him with some partially-blurred vision. For certain shows of his that take place in some heavy-weather conditions, Raider is required to wear some specialized goggles to help him see through his performance.  -His current neon/cyan blue hair isn't his natural haircolor, as Raider was actually born with darker/blackish-blue hair instead. Used to grow it out pretty shaggy and long up until his teens (in where he often hid his face behind his locks at times when he was down on himself)... but by the time his last

few highschool years rolled around, he cut most of it off and styled it to the look its at now as a nice change of pace. Got quite a few compliments on it's initial debut, so Raider has long since kept it around as his own lil "brand".  -As most of his friends have all long since went their separate ways after Ravilda's, Raider is the main one who likes to keep arranging for them to meet up on the few downtimes they're able to take off from their schedules. Often likes to greet any of his buddies with the biggest, crushing hugs imaginable (being lowkey touch-starved as he is)... and while not always the most logical thinker in terms of planning, he's the main heart to keep the group afloat in times they start bickering or feeling lost with one another.

#the three mages #the crane family #my art #raider crane #noira crane #my ocs #oc art #side mages #side characters

[bastionbabble]

Mushroom and Jinna Soup (The Kid, Zulf, 1816 words, worksafe)

 The Kid squeezed Zulf's shoulder and returned to his peeling. Zulf wished for sleep like every star there ever was, but it wouldn’t come. There was the fever, yes, but a question shifted beneath the surface and begged to be let out.

 "Kid, tell me… how does a Cael man know how to make mushroom and jinna soup? I don't think I've met a Cael who knew what jinna even was."

Zulf is sick, and the Kid helps; they have a conversation.

(my @supergiantsecretsanta gift for @tealeafraven hope you enjoy!)

(ao3 link)

A heat prickled at Zulf’s skin and threatened to swallow him whole. In the dark of his tent, strange things swam before his eyes, blotches of darkness outlined in colors never before witnessed. How very strange. He tried to move his blanket, tried to feel the cool night air to dampen the fire that burned across him, but his arms simply wouldn't move. Any will he had was turned to droplets, leaving him immobilized, a river stopped up with a dam. He tried to open his mouth to call for help, but no sound came. Just a breath of dust, flittering into the night on bats' wings. The world around him swayed like the sea and he swayed with it, drifting in and out of sleep until the brightness of morning shot through the tent and brightened his eyes. 

“Zia,” Zulf finally managed to say, his voice a crackling croak. “I don't feel well.”

Zia groaned her awakeness and sat up. They shared a tent and each had a bedroll not far from the other. She shambled over to him and regarded him with bleary eyes.

“What's wrong?”

“I feel…” What does he feel? Something burning and sizzling, a fire sprouting into the wind.  Hot, yes, and a lot of other things. But speaking anymore seemed too much, and the words fizzled in his throat. 

“Let me check your forehead.” Zia pressed her hand to Zulf's forehead, then quickly withdrew it. “You're burning up! Don't go anywhere, I'm getting Kid.”

Going anywhere seemed unlikely at best. Zulf closed his eyes and that same swaying motion rocked him back and forth, back and forth, until he was almost lulled to sleep. But the tent flap opened and the light burst in once more.

“Zulf? Zia said you got a fever. You feeling alright?”

“Oh, Kid,” Zulf sighed. “Everything is… swimming. It's so heavy.”

The Kid sighed. "Zia, grab some pillows. I'm takin' him to the kitchen."

He came over to Zulf and leaned over to lift him, then paused. "Can I lift you? Won't hurt you, promise."

Zulf had never once feared that the Kid would hurt him. But that's too much to say, and instead Zulf settled on a nod. The Kid slipped his arms beneath Zulf and picked him up with all gentleness a mother cat would her kitten.

"Gonna be alright, alright? I'll take care of you."

Zulf wanted to thank him, but words seemed too heavy. Instead he closed his eyes and listened to the steady beat of the Kid’s heart. Ba bump, ba bump, ba bump. His heart must be larger than everyone else's-- there was so much to it, to him. It must be twice as large, just to hold it to bravery every day in worlds untouched by man and hold it in love every day on this little island they've made. What does Zulf’s heart sound like? Zia’s? Even Rucks’? What a strange thing the heart is.

The Kid carried Zulf down into the kitchen, a place of darkened coolness lit only by the dwindling fire in the oven. He laid Zulf on a pile of pillows put by Zia with a tenderness that made Zulf ache.

"Try an' get some sleep," the Kid said, before grabbing wood by the fire and feeding it into the barely burning flame. "Gonna work on some soup."

"What kind of soup?" Zulf asked, in a voice that mirrored the sway of his body. 

"Mushroom and Jinna. Used to make it for my mama."

"With green kepper?"

“‘Course. Can't have mushroom and jinna soup without the green kepper."

Mushroom and jinna soup was a soup made commonly in the Southeastern part of the Tazal Terminals, the poorest section of the whole area. Jinna was a starchy but relatively tasteless root, but cheap and absorbed the salty flavor of the clear broth well. Kepper was a thin and leathery pepper that grew in great bushes wherever given the chance, and ranged from the pleasant spice of the green kepper to the sweating sting of the black. 

"Do you have black keppers? I haven't… I don't remember the last time I had one."

"Think you're a little too sick for a black kepper," the Kid said. The fire in the stove burned brightly and prickled sweat across Zulf’s skin. "But once you're better, I got a few."

Zulf squirmed around in his blankets. He tried to move his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but his body was too light to lift his heavy arm. "Kid," he said, with a voice steeped in more weakness than he cared to show, "I'm too warm. Please, move my blanket for me."

"Gotta sweat the fever out," the Kid said, and then disappeared out of Zulf's line of sight and deeper into the kitchen.

There was the clattering of pots and pans and a softly whistled song, something tinged with all the pain and love of nostalgia. Zulf watched the fire crackle and dance, the one point of brightness in the dim room. Sleep sauntered over and suggested closed eyes and a sweet peace, but the breaking heat that swelled beneath his eyes broke and sprang into a chill that shuddered his body in every place. Zulf curled as best he could, but that chill crackled into his every movement. 

"Kid," Zulf breathed. "I need… I'm so cold."

The Kid’s whistling stopped. He had been standing at the counter and peeling jinna, but placed it down at Zulf's words.

"Fever's breakin', that's a good sign," the Kid said. He crouched down next to Zulf. "Ya want me to move you closer to the fire?"

"Please."

The Kid picked Zulf up and held Zulf close to his body, cradling Zulf as if he was a baby bird that fell out of a nest. He kicked the pillow pile over towards the fire, then laid Zulf back on it.

"This better?"

Shivers still trickled through Zulf's body, but the heat unbroke his shattered bones. "Thank you," Zulf murmured.

The Kid squeezed Zulf's shoulder and returned to his peeling. Zulf wished for sleep like every star there ever was, but it wouldn’t come. There was the fever, yes, but a question shifted beneath the surface and begged to be let out.

"Kid, tell me… how does a Cael man know how to make mushroom and jinna soup? I don't think I've met a Cael who knew what jinna even was."

The Kid shrugged, that practiced rise and fall of his shoulders. "Mama taught me how. Made it for me when I was sick, then I made it for her when she was. Just that."

Zulf closed his eyes and tried to remain tethered to the world. There were other ways to learn information; the Kid was dear, but sometimes he needed to be backed into a corner. "The missionary lived in a room in an Acobian temple. We lived there, together, up until the end. There was a big black kepper bush next to it. But when I was still young…" Zulf took a breath to steady himself. There was so much energy lost in talking. "There were two girls who lived nearby. They challenged me to a black kepper eating contest."

The Kid snorted. “S’pose that didn't go too good."

Zulf managed a laugh, almost. "It was not my best idea. These girls were twins; Yomiko and Zereva. Lovely girls. They had white hair. It's rare, but some Ura have it. Just like yours."

The Kid stopped his peeling. "Don't gotta be Ura to have white hair."

Zulf tried to sit up but his body remained stone. The Kid was big, bulky, with that bronzy skin so common among Caels. But that white, white hair of his…

"Your mother was Ura, wasn't she?"

There was a tight silence, a thin red line, and something like fear washed over Zulf and stuck in the crevices. The Kid resumed peeling the jinna.

"…Daddy said he didn't want to raise no half-breed. Mama used to say I looked just like him. Looked like a Cael man but got that white Ura hair." The Kid shrugged, but there was a tension in the rise and fall of his shoulders. "S'pose you ain't the only one who knows huh?"

"I imagine Rucks must, at least. Why didn't you tell us?"

"Didn't see a point. Ain't no reason to bring it up." The Kid finished his peeling and started on cutting the jinna into strips, the rhythmic chop, chop, chop rocking Zulf back and forth. "Don't need anyone else to throw me away."

Zulf forced himself into a sitting position with a deep groan. "Kid," he started, his whole world swaying, "my birth parents were Ura but I was raised more by the missionary than anyone else. I live both as Cael and Ura; I'm as much Cael as you are and as much Ura as you are. Blood will never stop us from loving you."

The Kid stopped his chopping and set down his knife. He sorted his words and moved them around in his mouth. Zulf fought the exhaustion of sitting up but soon collapsed back into the pillows. The world swam as it had, as if it had always done so and Zulf was just now realizing it did.

"... Think I should tell the others?" the Kid finally said, a carefulness to his words, as if he was testing a step on an icy lake to see if the ice would hold. 

"You don't have to tell anyone anything you don't want to," Zulf responded, his eyes fluttering open and shut, sleep gliding over him and calling his name. "Just… we'll always love you, every part of you, and no heritage can ever change that."

"...Thanks, Zulf," the Kid said, and there was a weightlessness in his voice that Zulf had rarely heard. How much the Kid carried on those big shoulders of his.

But sleep was too close and the swimming works rocked him to sleep. This did not go unnoticed; 

"Get some sleep. I'll wake you up when the soup's done."

"Thank you, Kid," Zulf murmured. "And… do you have Okimoki powder? I want it extra salty." A pause. "Please."

The Kid laughed. "Extra salty, just for you."

The Kid said more, but it was lost to Zulf. He floated away to sleep, and found a pleasantness there he had long forgot.

Mushroom and Jinna Soup

Serves 4

1 Lbs Jinna Root

6 Bolle Mushrooms, destemmed

2 Green Keppers, with seeds

2-4 Tbs Okimoki Powder

4 Cups of Water

Peel Jinna and chop into matchsticks. Destem Bolle Mushrooms and slice into strips. Half and slice Green Keppers into crescents, keeping the seeds. Boil water and Okimoki Powder until Okimoki is dissolved. Add Jinna, then cook until half-soft. Add Bolle Mushrooms and Green Keppers and cook until soft. Serve hot.

#bastion #bastion (game) #bastion game #sggsecretsanta20 #zulf #the kid

[gothamgirl21]

Kavos and Blue making up Snippet

Authors Note : Hope you guys enjoy this one shot of Kavos and Blue making up ! Don't be shy to leave me a comment and like , it motivates me !

Kavos's point of view :

Guilt .

It was an emotion that was incredibly foreign to me and something that I had only felt twice before .

The first time when I gauged out the eyes of Ron in the restaurant and had scared Blue and the second time after I beat up Aztec for harming Blue and she stopped speaking to me .

I wasn't necessarily sorry for my acts , in fact I would probably do them again , but I was sorry for upsetting mate .

Blue was my entire my world , my sole purpose for existing and knowing I had hurt or upset her made my heart squeeze painfully and me feel ... weak. I didn't like feeling weak so therefore I avoided doing anything that would hurt her .

I wondered if she knew the power she had over me .

I knew people saw her as submissive and meek but she had me at the palm of her hands , there was nothing I could deny , I would do anything for her.

She had total control over me.

I belonged to her as much as she belonged to me , maybe even more . Not being in presence was almost crippling , especially if she was angry at me , I couldn't think straight. My only thoughts were of her.

Was she okay ?

What was she doing ?

Was she hurt ?

Would she forgive me ?

I hadn't felt the need to tell her about what I had done to Crystals family , I seen no need to do it as it would cause unnecessary upset to Blue . I had dealt with her and her family in the way that I had seen fit , an eye for an eye if you will .

She insulted my mate and tried to imply Blue was inferior due to her skin tone and I had slaughtered every single member of her family and cursed them to enteral fire .

Honestly, I don't think I reacted any different to what any other man would have done .

Blue was perfection in my eyes , the embodiment of flawless ness and was the beauty standard that I believed everyone should model themselves off . My wife was a literal goddess amongst these creatures and she was deserved to be treated with the upmost respect .

Her spotless dark skin , large brown eyes and kinky curls made her the most beautiful woman I had ever encountered.

Her beauty and grace should never be questioned and therefore I gave that little blood sucking bitch exactly what she deserved.

However , it had been four days since I had seen Blue and it was getting harder and harder to stay away . I had given her space , more than enough  time to get over her feelings and forgive me despite the fact I wanted to demand that she stop being childish and get over it .

I wanted to tell her I didn't regret it and I would do it again but this time prolong the process and torture them all individually, nobody disrespected my family and got away with it . But I was learning and trying to be a good husband who was understanding and knew the importance of giving your partner space and all the other stupid things that Aztec drilled into my head .

Blue belonged to me and I didn't see why I had to give her space , she was mine and she needed to be by my side consistently and these days apart were ridiculous.

I was very very annoyed at Zia for spilling my secret , especially in the manner she had done as if I was some vicious monster that would hurt her because of what I had done to Crystal .

She was my daughter for godsake, I wouldn't harm a hair on her or her brothers head , despite the fact they were all equally annoying and whiney. I tried to be the best father I could , I taught them how to harness their powers and defend themselves, I turned up to all their silly school parent - teacher meetings ( even though the teachers didn't dare say anything negative about them in fear of me ) and provided for them .

I left most of the other parenting duties to Blue , she was a born parent with great maternal instincts but I was still around and cared for my children . I just didn't spout out that I loved them 24/7 but they knew that so for Zia to act like that , I was not only angry but disappointed and upset .

I was also aware of the fact that something behind the scenes was going on , there was no way she could have just stumbled upon that information . Someone had told her purposely and I would eventually get it out of them and of course , kill them for causing me grief .

~~~~~~~~ I teleported back into the house , determined to see Blue and walked into the kitchen she was sat listening to Gabriel and Ivan talk about something . Even though she feigned interest I could tell her mind was elsewhere and I took in her appearance.

She had dark circles around her eyes , she wore one of t shorts that came down to her knees and some ratty jogging bottoms and her leg was shaking anxiously .

She wasn't okay .

"And he was thre-" Ivan immediately cut off from his story as I walked into the room , his eyes widened in surprised .

Ivan really was a mixture of both Blue and I in the looks department, his skin a tawny very light brown colour , his mother's hair and eyes but with my height and jawline . He was definitely our problem child , always getting into trouble and being incredibly  mischievous which was a trait he picked up from Aztec no doubt .

Gabriel was the spitting image of me with his olive tone skin that matched mine , sharp jaw? Soft blond hair and height but he had his mother's large caramel coloured eyes . Gabriel was the most serious out of his siblings , all action and no nonsense and determined to make us proud.

The only child that was missing was Zia which is something I would be getting to the bottom of .

"I need to speak to your mother" I declared , the double meaning of them needing to leave evident .

"Of course" Gabriel nodded , getting up  immediately.

Ivan looked wryly at his mother before saying " Mom , I- "

"It's fine sweetie , go with Gabe" Blue interrupted, giving his hand a squeeze.

From the corner of my eye , I saw Gabriel wince at the nickname before leaving his room with a reluctant Ivan in tow.

"So, have you forgiven me yet ?" I asked , my eyebrows raised .

"Like I have much choose" Blue snorted , bitterness lacing her tone .

"Meaning ?"

"The mate bond makes it impossible for me to be really angry at you , I-it makes me miss you and" Her eyes welled up with tears as she took a shaky break " It makes me weak"

"Weak? There's nothing about you that is weak Blue"

"Of course you'd say that" She snorted , roughly wiping her tears with the back of her hand .

Seeing her tears made my heart physically ache , I needed to make her feel better and now .

"You are the mate of the ruler of this world , you were hand crafted by the Gods themselves to be able to reign me in . What I did to Crystal and her family was on the first few days of knowing you, I was a different person back then. I hadn't been infected with your kindness , love and compassion . I was weak. I ruled with emotion only , only seeing vengeance as an answer but you've taught me so much more than taht . I've not killed like that since that day , you've changed me . I no longer get Aztec to kill and get rid of enemies and it's because of you . How can you label yourself as weak when you've changed how I view and run the world singlehandedly . You're helping me slowly redeem my soul back , yoire making me good and in time making me worthy of your love " I explained passionately , clutching her hands .

"Do you mean that ?" She breathed out , her tone shaky .

"Of course I do . Blue , you've done more for this world than you can imagine. So don't ever put yourself down when you are a true hero"

"A-and do you regret it ? Hurting her whole family like that "

"No" I answered honestly.

"What ?" Blue jerked away from me , her eyes shining in hurt " Itvwas wrong"

"Wrong ? No . Excessive ? Yes . I did what I felt was best to protect you , they wouldn't have let me just killing her go unanswered for . They would have come after you and I eliminated the problem . I would handle it slightly different if I had the chance but I don't regret it" I replied honestly.

I could have easily lied to her and said I do but I didn't want that type of relationship with her , I wanted her to know every part of me and love every part as much as I did her .

She mulled over my words for a few minutes before saying "Okay. I forgive you but I want you to tell me everything , all the bad things you've done so I don't get any more nasty surprises"

"And do you know where Zia heard that from ?"

"No , I have no idea. Speaking of , she went over to Ravens house really late last night she said and she's not answered any of my messages. I think maybe we should go and take a visit to Ms. Reid and Margret , see what's going on. She's looked so stressed these last few days" Murmured Blue , chewing her lip anxiously .

"Let's go " I agreed instantly, getting a very bad feeling .

Something was going on with Zia and I was about to find out what

THE END .

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#the punishers mate

[tryingtobeclassy]

park seonghwa . . . night time rides : part II

part i.

genre: Seonghwa x female!reader, a bit of San x reader as well, college au, roommate au

description: You always loved taking late night car rides with your friends. But before you know it, they turned into sessions of you whining and them enjoying the drama and trying to offer advice how to win over one of your roommate’s closest friends you were crushing on like an idiot.

word count: 2.3 k

warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking

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“Holy shit”, Zia said, still processing the story of you ending up kissing San. “When I said don’t bother us until there’s kissing involved, this wasn’t what I meant.”

“At least you got some action after a while”, Luca commented looking over his nails.

“LUCA”, Zia snapped at him.

“I screwed up, didn’t I?”

“You did”, Luca answered immediately, “but don’t worry. I think it shouldn’t be a problem that’s impossible to fix.”

You muttered something not sure whether to agree or not. The car was gliding through the rain, your hands gripping the wheel as if your life depended on it.

“Did you try talking to him?” Zia asked.

“Kinda. I tried making some kind of eye contact or something first but he was completely ignoring me the entire night.”

“Well look on the bright side”, Luca started again and both you and Zia braced yourselves for something stupid, “at least you know he likes you enough to act so hurt over it.”

“I don’t know, dude”, you said unsure of what to actually think.

“We’ll think of something.”

Your mind wandered away leaving Zia and Luca chattering behind as a simple background noise. You thought about the kiss. If it were different circumstances you wouldn’t have anything against it. If he weren’t Seonghwa’s friend and if Seonghwa hasn’t seen you in the middle of the act, maybe you could’ve kept it as a positive memory. Cause after all it was a good kiss. But a kiss that lead you into an uncomfortable situation that you didn’t know how to get out of. You had to talk to San. You had to somehow talk to Seonghwa as well. But you had no idea how to do that. Or what to say.

A few days later you were lying on your bed while Zia was sitting next to you and searching for something on her phone.

“Did you smooth things out with San?” she asked, breaking the silence.

“I guess”, you said, the memory of the talk you had with him the other day coming back. “When I approached him to talk, he spoke before I even managed to grab a hold of my own thoughts. He apologized for invading my space like that and going over the line. Something about being drunk.”

“And?” Zia raised an eyebrow as she looked at you.

“And he said he hopes things won’t be awkward from now on and that we could just stay friends.”

“Well lucky you. You didn’t even have to do any talking.”

Despite things with San going back to normal, it didn’t make you feel like you could relax again. You still felt tense. As if there’s a tight knot that formed in your stomach and simply isn’t letting go. It might’ve been that simple with San, but you felt as if it wouldn’t be the same when it comes to Seonghwa. The first step would have to be to even get him in private for a bit but that seems impossible considering he came over to your place only once after that and completely ignored you every time you’d be close. He was here tonight but you simply didn’t feel like doing anything if he’s gonna be giving you an icy glare the entire time. And even if you did manage to get some alone time – what would you even say? I’m sorry. You technically didn’t do anything wrong. You two aren’t in a relationship or in the process of going on dates. You just had a weird moment in the elevator when you got closer than you should have. Yet you still feel like you fucked up in a way an apology is needed.

You let out the deepest sigh of frustration making Zia pat your back slightly. “It’s gonna be fine. Trust me.” And unlike usually, her voice sounded warm and reassuring.

You stayed in your positions for a little while longer. Zia trying to start a conversation over a movie both of you recently saw to try and make your thoughts shift somewhere else. But soon enough she got up and took her stuff, ready to go home.

“Want me to drive you?” you asked noticing rain has started falling outside.

“That would actually be lovely, thank you”, she smiled happily.

You were too lazy to put on any proper pants so you just stayed in shorts and put on the biggest hoodie you could find that was clean over it. Grabbed your keys and you were on your way.

“Joong, I’m driving Zia home. I’ll be back in a bit”, you announced to the living room where he was seated with Seonghwa who yet again didn’t bother to give you even a glance.

You even grabbed the door knob when suddenly Hongjoong yelled, “How convenient! Do you think you could give Seonghwa a ride as well?”

You felt as if someone kicked you in the throat with all their might. “Why don’t you drive him? He’s your friend”, you replied sounding meaner than you’d want.

“My car’s being repaired.”

“I’ll go home with the bus. It’s not that big of a deal”, Seonghwa got into the conversation, a forced smile on his face.

“Don’t be absurd”, Hongjoong waved his hand. “It’s a disaster outside thanks to the rain. Besides you and Zia even live in the same neighbourhood. It shouldn’t be a problem for you, right y/n?”

“It’s no problem at all”, Zia answered quickly instead. “The more, the merrier.”

“See?” Hongjoong added looking at his friend.

Neither you nor Seonghwa looked happy with the situation. But neither of you had a proper argument as to why this was an idea you two didn’t like. So minutes later, the three of you were in the car. Zia even letting him sit in the front besides you which Luca never had the luxury to experience. The car was uncomfortably silent. Even the heavy rain hitting the car didn’t help it to feel any less heavy.

Zia didn’t seem all that bothered as she was killing time on the phone. Probably not sure herself what to say in this situation or how to start a conversation that wouldn’t immediately be shut down. She was the first one to leave the car. Her little goodbye broke the silence before it wrapped the entire car yet again.

You were slowly driving through the streets. One reason being the rain was getting insane. And another the fact you wanted to buy more time with him since you actually did get what you were trying to achieve. But a new problem rose as you had no clue what to say.

“So what’s up with you and San? That was kind of random, don’t you think?” he said and you felt your heart jump to your throat.

He started the talk. Now it was just your job to choose the right words.

“Nothing’s up. He just kissed me for a moment that’s it.”

“He kissed you?”

“Why are you making that question sound like I’m the one going around constantly kissing people?” you asked slightly angry.

“I was just curious.”

“Why don’t you ask him about it? He’s your friend, isn’t he?”

“I did”, he said completely silently that you weren’t sure if your ears are maybe deceiving you. He didn’t say anything after that and the atmosphere just became unbearable.

“It didn’t mean anything”, you added quietly after a while.

“You could’ve pushed him away.”

You weren’t sure where this was going but for some reason you felt like the route it took was straight towards shit and it was urgently needed for the conversation to take a different one.

“Why are you even so concerned over who I kiss?” you asked knowing it was a question that could corner him into finally admitting his feelings or a question that could throw anything between you two over a cliff. You held the wheel tighter while beads of sweat started forming on your forehead. This was it. You could simply wait in suspense which route he chooses to go.

“I thought you wanted to kiss me”, he said, his voice raised making it sound like he was saying something that was completely obvious.

You accidentally made a turn too sharp as surprise hit you over the face like a slap.

“Well, uh… That depends.”

“What?” he asked confused. “Depends on what?”

“Did you want to kiss me?”

He pushed his body back into his seat. “I mean this in the nicest way possible but you’re an idiot.”

And just as he said that you stopped on the small parking lot that was covered with a roof right across his building, rain finally stopping to pour over the car. Silence now became deafening as both of you just sat there for a few moments not saying anything.

You turned your head to face him. “I’m –“

But before you managed to say anything further you felt his warm hand cup your cheek and before you even realized his lips touched yours. Your body automatically reacted, leaning closer to him, cursing the entire gear area that was leaving you apart. His lips felt soft. His kisses gentle and sweet just like him. You felt the knot in your stomach finally untie. An explosion of euphoria crossed in your head. This was it. This was the kiss you were hoping for and imagining all this time.

After a short while he broke the kiss. “This isn’t working”, he said shortly and exited the car. You were in the happiest place just a moment ago, but the picture felt like it shattered into a million pieces while his words lingered in your mind.

Did you do something wrong? What’s not working? You followed him with your eyes as he was circling around the car. You thought he was about to leave but instead he opened your door and softly grabbed your hand into his and pulled you out.

“I thought you were gonna leave”, you said while feeling like you’re about to cry.

“I’m sorry”, he smiled gently. The moment you were on your feet, he put his hands on your hips, pulling you closer into him. “I probably should’ve worded that better.”

His lips crashed against yours once again but this time it wasn’t just a soft kiss that had a barrier stopping it. This one felt passionate. His tongue touched your lips for a second before it collided with your own. His hands were hugging your entire body pulling you as close as possible as if he was afraid you would slip away. Your own hands thrown around his neck, one tangled in his soft hair.

You felt like you could’ve stayed like that forever. Just kissing him under a small roof as rain went crazy around you. It felt perfect. It felt like more than you ever expected.

Time was at that moment irrelevant and it was hard to say how many minutes passed once you finally pulled away from each other, gasping for some air. His hands still softly laid on your hips, his hooded eyes looking into your own.

“Would you like to come over for a bit?” he asked cautiously as if being afraid he might be too direct.

A bright smile formed on your lips. “Sounds better than being cold here.”

Despite his building being just across the street, the rain was falling so heavily both of you got wet. His apartment was small but cute. A smell you couldn’t quite identify was spreading through the air. It was a nice smell. Somehow made the apartment feel even cozier. He disappeared into his room for a moment leaving you in the living room.

“Here”, he said once he snuck back. He threw a clean shirt towards you and turned around.

You looked at him for a second before taking off your wet hoodie and putting on his dry shirt. The shirt also had that sweet and warm smell.

“You can turn around now.”

“You look cute in that”, he said the moment he turned around and not subtly at all checked you out.

Both of you made yourselves comfortable in the small sofa. Not really doing much. Just talking. Enjoying each other’s company. At one point his hand slowly wandered to your thigh. His hand warm against you naked skin. For once you were grateful for your laziness and the fact it got you to stay in shorts. But that simple touch was enough to push the conversation into a completely different direction. Which is a dead end. Cause there was no conversation.

Your hand reached for his cheek pulling it gently towards you. You almost shyly brushed your lips against his before he leaned forward and took you into another hungry kiss. His lips each time felt more like they were a perfect puzzle part to your own. Each time it felt more and more perfect.

His hand was still on your thigh, suddenly gripping your leg and pulling it over his body, making you gracefully land it his lap. You felt his warm hands on your legs, sometimes his long fingers wandering a bit under your shorts. He was kissing your lips, your neck. Every touch, every kiss he laid on you felt like it was filled with passion and fire. One of your hands got behind his head, pulling him closer into you. Closer into another kiss. The other one sneakily got under his shirt and you could feel his shoulder muscles flexing.

You pulled away for a moment. Both of you silently panting. Your head swinged forward and your forehead softly leaned on his making his lips widen into one of his most beautiful smiles.

There would be a lot to tell Zia and Luca the next time you get in the car. But for now they weren’t important. You got what you wanted. You got a perfect moment. You got the man you liked. And nothing ever felt as good as being able to give and take countless more kisses.

end.

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[memorystormsanctuary]

Kh Oc Week Day 7

Day 7~ Summer’s End

@khoc-week

Ah, stop giving me light and cheery stuff I only know how to write angst. Jokes aside, I guess this is another thing I never had time to think about. The characters were always in life or death situations and had wars looming over them. But I think I have a good idea.

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Laughter rang through the air joining the chorus of the seagulls and crashing waves. Splashing from the party members in the water accented the laughs, a shriek here and there as someone was hit unexpectedly with the cold ocean water. Annora chuckled watching as Zia shoved Kariya into the water after he had dared to splash her.

She had just begun to raise her camera when someone snatched it from her hands.

“Oh no, none of your stalking,” Skuld said, holding the camera above Annora’s head. Annora turned to the dark-haired girl with a dead pan expression. She crossed her arms, leaning on her right leg.

“It’s not stalking,” Annora said calmly. “Give me back my camera.”

“No,” Skuld said, turning away as she held the camera close to her chest. “You’ve done nothing but take pictures since we got here. Poor way to spend a day at the beach if you ask me.”

“Well, I didn’t so hand it over,” Annora said, holding her hand out to Skuld. Skuld puffed up her cheeks turning so she faced away from Annora entirely. Without a word she started walking away, camera still tightly held in her hands. “Skuld, that’s not funny. That’s expensive.”

Annora followed Skuld, keeping up as best she could while walking on the shifting sand. It was already in her boots. She really should have taken them off when everyone else had taken off their own shoes. The sand was rubbing against her foot, before long she swore it was going to rub her feet raw.

“Then you shouldn’t have brought it,” Skuld said, easily keeping ahead of Annora. She had been the one to suggest they all come to the beach. Annora suspected she had been here many more times. That meant she had the advantage of knowing the territory well.

“Skuld, if you break my camera I will end you,” Annora hissed. Skuld only laughed, still walking at her brisk pace.

Annora grumbled under her breath, glancing to the beach around her. Her party was scattered across the beach, making their own small groups to cause chaos with. Zia was still standing in the water with Kariya, which was surprising. But it seemed that he was being kept in check by Raito, who was clapping him on the back. Ven was kneeling on the sand with Kirai and Anri, he and Anri were building a sandcastle from the looks of it, with Kirai only watching. Despite his bright smile Annora couldn’t help but notice he looked too tired. Saki was with Kohaku, playing volleyball dangerously close to the sandcastle group. She couldn’t seem to find Jax, or the twins anywhere.

“See, you’re missing a lot of fun,” Skuld said, catching sight of where Annora’s attention was. Annora stopped, glaring back at Skuld again.

“I’m not missing it,” Annora said. “I’m trying to capture it.”

“You can’t make everything last forever,” Skuld said, stopping herself and turning to face Annora. “Live in the now. Isn’t that your whole angle? How you got this entire party together?”

Annora sighed, nodding slowly. It wasn’t wrong. She had been the one who called for the other wielders to stop worrying about what was going to come tomorrow and focus on the moment. But it was hard to follow her own advice sometimes. She didn’t want to lose how happy she was in the moment. When everyone was together, just laughing. Even when they were out Heartless hunting it was still fun.

“That doesn’t change that I want my camera back,” Annora said. “I’ll put it away for a half hour, I just don’t want you to break it.”

“An hour,” Skuld said. Annora huffed, her shoulders slumping.

“Fine, an hour,” she agreed. Skuld smiled brightly, handing off the camera again. Annora grumbled under her breath, trudging through the sand back to their belongings to put the camera back into its case. Skuld was on her heels, probably making sure she kept her word.

“Where do you think those three are?” Skuld asked suddenly.

“I’m hoping not working again,” Annora said, not bothering to ask who she was asking about. It really could only be the twins and Jax. After all they had vanished.

“We’re here.” Annora glanced up at the voice, seeing the strawberry blonde Vulpes she had grown rather fond of. She smiled, holding out an ice-cream bar to Annora. To her left was her brother, holding a bag that suggested they had taken it upon themselves to treat the entire party.

“Thanks Kami,” Annora said, taking the ice-cream. “Jax not with you?”

“We went to a moogle shop,” Takiko said, rolling his eyes. “Jax is the last person I would bring with us.”

“I think it would be funny,” Kamiko said, giggling slightly. Her brother shot her a glare, but it faded quickly at her bright smile. “But, no. He was not with us. Probably hiding out of the sunlight. He looks more out of place here than you do.”

“What part of me looks out of place?” Annora demanded, placing a hand on her hip.

“Well,” Skuld said, taking a step back. “You are kinda glowing.”

“You’re wearing all black,” Kamiko added, Skuld nodding in agreement. Annora frowned looking down at herself. She could practically feel the sunburns she was going to have on her pale arms. The fabric she had tied around her waist fell down one side, as black as the bathing suit she wore.

“Those who don’t wear black in the summer are weak,” Annora said without hesitation, looking up again. Takiko snorted, shaking his head.

“While you’re right, me and Kami are going to hand out the rest of these before they melt,” he said, tugging his sisters’ arm. She smiled brightly and waved before letting Takiko guide her away. Annora watched for a moment as the pair handed out ice-cream.

“Let’s find Jax, then we can get the whole party to play a game or something,” Skuld suggested, tugging Annora’s arm to get her attention again. Annora nodded in agreement, though she wasn’t sure she was going to like what Skuld came up with.

They found Jax at the edge of the tree line, hiding in the shade. He had a book open in his lap, his eyes slowly moving over the pages. His eyebrows were furrowed together with concentration and his lips moved as he tried to work out the words.

“Oh no, not again,” Skuld said. Annora sighed heavily, not having time to warn Jax before Skuld snatched the book away from him. He blinked a few times, staring at his lap blankly. Slowly he looked up, eyebrow raised. “I already told her no camera so you are not allowed to have your book. We are here to have fun!”

“I was having fun?” Jax said, though it sounded like a question. Annora was certain it was only because of Skuld’s actions.

“Good, now you can have fun with us too,” Skuld said, smiling as she turned and walked off. Jax and Annora sighed together. Jax slowly got to his feet and followed Skuld. Annora walked beside him, rejoining the party as Skuld drew everyone’s attention.

“Alright! We’re playing games now! Who’s got an idea?” she asked.

A chorus of voices answered her. Annora sighed, knowing it was going to be a very long afternoon.

The party played games together for as long as the sun was in the sky. From sandcastle building contests, which Kohaku was a master of, to scavenger hunts that went well until Ven had gotten too distracted by pretty shells he dragged everyone else into admiring them too. Kariya somehow ended up buried in the sand, and no one was sure how that happened. Stones were skipped, though the waves made it clear they wouldn’t get far with that. Races were ran, and frustration filled them as no one could get close to the twins.

Annora kept her word. But after an hour she was back to taking pictures, though she handed off the camera between the party members to let them pick the pictures they wanted. Looking back on them Annora laughed. Never had she imagined they would capture the facial expressions they did. At some point Jax had retreated away from the party, joined by two people Annora had never met. A blonde boy with green eyes with tanned skin that was covered in freckles and a red-haired girl with bright blue eyes. Whoever they were Jax seemed to know them well. Before long the girl joined in the games, dragging the two boys behind her. Something about her voice was familiar, Annora was sure she knew it. But she brushed it off, choosing instead to focus on the smiles she found on her friends faces.

As night came the party sat together on the sand, looking at the sky as stars blinked into view one by one. Annora reclined back with Skuld to one side, and Ven on the other, leaning his head on her shoulder as he looked up at the sky.

Annora glanced around her, searching out each member of her party. Jax was the farthest back, sitting with the two she didn’t know. The redhead caught her eye and winked playfully before looking up at the stars with Jax and the blonde. Not far from them, Takiko was laying with his head in his sisters’ lap, her hand running through his hair as she looked at the stars as well. Kariya, Zia, Raito, and Kohaku were circled together, talking in hushed voices. Anri and Saki were on their backs with Kirai, listening to the small blue-haired girl point out different constellations.

“Look! A shooting star!” Ven said excitedly, pointing up at the stars. Annora looked up quickly. As she looked up the sky filled with streaks of light.

“Meteor shower,” Jax said calmly, his voice easily carrying on the still night air.

“Good, enough wishes for everyone,” Kamiko said brightly. Murmurs of assent spread through the group. Annora chuckled, letting her eyes fall closed as she let her wish come to mind.

I wish this never has to end.

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If you stuck with this until the end thank you a ton! This experience was so much fun, just like it was last year. I loved being able to see everyone else’s characters and read everything they had to say about them. They’re all so creative and wonderful and amazing and I just don’t have words for how awesome they all are. And I will admit being able to gush about my own characters is a plus, and I would gladly do it forever. Thanks to the amazing mods for putting this together and working so hard to share everyone’s work.

If you all stuck this far and a re still interested in Annora and Jax, you can find their story here and here. Admittedly, the story’s a little old and with recent events it’s looking at a rewrite one day, but for now it’s a starting point.

#khocweek2020 #khocweek #kingdom hearts #kh #keykids #Annora #Jax #Ven #Skuld #Ava #Gula #khux

[lilacmoon83]

Finding You Always

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Chapter 219: Home Sweet Home Again

"Yes...oh Nana missed you both so much," Snow gushed, as she cuddled Hope, while Lucy sat between them.

"Yeah...so did Papa," David agreed, as he dropped a kiss on Lucy's head.

"Can we come on the next adventure, grandpa?" Lucy asked.

"Uh...well, maybe if the next one doesn't turn out to be so dangerous," he said.

"When does an adventure not turn dangerous with you two?" Henry asked in amusement.

"He has a point," Leo agreed.

"Well, hopefully you and your parents can come with us on the next trip to Boston, but we plan on being home for a while hopefully," Snow said, as she looked at her son and Elsa.

"We have a wedding to throw, after all," she said, as they shared her smile.

"I'm still the flower girl, right?" Lucy asked. Leo smiled.

"Of course you are," he replied.

"It's starting to get late, so we should probably be going," Ella said. They were all in agreement and said their goodbyes for the night.

Their three oldest children went home with their spouses, while their two youngest wanted to hang out with their new friends, JJ and Zia. With the promise that they would be home by midnight and that they stay in Storybrooke or around the reserve, which they agreed to.

That left Snow and David to their own devices and they soon found themselves enjoying a moonlit walk on the beach. They were in October now, so the air had a bite to it, but she was kept warm cuddled against him.

"No matter where we are...the stars at home are always the best. When we can see them anyway," Snow mentioned, referring to the clear night sky, which wasn't always a thing during the winter months in Maine.

"That's because it's home...even when it's below zero in the winter," he joked, making her smile.

"That just means nights cuddled by the fireplace in each other's arms," she purred. He smiled and kissed her passionately.

"Any evening with you in my arms is paradise, no matter the weather," he replied, as they shared another kiss. Before he became lost in her though, he heard a noise and his defenses kicked in, as he pulled his sword and leveled at the approaching person.

"Whoa...easy tiger, it's just me," Patricia said, as she put her hands up. He sighed and sheathed his sword.

"Sorry…" he said.

"A little edgy?" she asked.

"Can you blame me after everything we've been through?" he countered.

"Touche," she agreed.

"What are you doing here?" David asked.

"I'm sorry to intrude, but you two are really hard to get alone," Patricia replied. He rolled his eyes.

"I know, thus, why we're here...alone. We haven't been alone...in days," he complained. Snow smirked at that and Patricia shared in her amusement.

"And this won't take long, I promise," she replied.

"Days," David repeated.

"Charming…" Snow chided, as she turned her attention to the other woman.

"What can we do for you?" she asked.

"I had an unfortunate conversation with one of my superiors earlier today...on our way to rescue the two of you," Patricia said.

"What kind of conversation?" David questioned, as she proceeded to explain.

~*~

Flashback

"General Mendoza...what can I do for you, Sir?" she asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice.

"You've missed three check in calls, so you tell me, Major," the stern voice replied.

"I apologize Sir...there just has been a lot happening," she replied.

"And you were supposed to keep me up to date on everything happening. I let you run your operation with this mysterious David Nolan for the last two years, because you promised big things from him," he said.

"And he delivered, Sir. In his time at the bureau, David helped me take down multiple drug cartels, bust several human trafficking operations, and countless other violent offenders," she replied.

"And you think my superiors are happy about that!?" he yelled, leaving her speechless. She had always known there was a shadow government and had once done their bidding as most in the military did. But she was about to find out just how deep it went and how pissed they were.

"My superiors do not like surprises and they also do not like when there are places they cannot control. How long have you known about this Storybrooke, Maine?" he asked.

"A while," she admitted.

"And yet we had to hear about it the same way the rest of the world did," he said.

"These people are not of this world and would not welcome leadership from elsewhere," Patricia replied.

"Then they will be made to accept it! Like the rest of the world, we must infiltrate the United Realms under the guise of peace, and gain control," he said.

"With all due respect, General, this place is not like other places in our world. They will see right through any plot or supposed gesture of peace," she replied.

"Then you must convince them that this is the best course of action. We will even praise your super agent for all the good work he did tearing down our shadow operations if that's what it takes," he said.

"They will never fully trust me. I am on good terms with them, but they have been wronged too many times. This will not end well for us if we press this," she insisted.

"Oh, that is where you are wrong. The people above me are immensely powerful...more so than either of us can imagine. They are not people you say no to!" he roared. She swallowed thickly.

"I understand that, General, but forcing this issue could be an act of war," Major Donovan argued.

"I am receiving a lot of pressure from the people truly in power in this world and they do not tolerate what they cannot control. They want all your Intel and everything you inherited from the one known as the Collector," the General said sternly.

"And if I cannot or will not deliver that?" Patricia asked.

"Then you will be court-martialed," he threatened, as the line went dead and she pocketed her phone, before going up on deck.

~*~

"I knew it...I knew that I was being used," David said, with a touch of anger in his voice.

"No...if I had truly used you, then I would have never had you help me take down all the operations that we did. It flies right in the face of what these people really want," she replied.

"That doesn't make any sense," he said.

"Okay...the people that really run things, this shadow government, are responsible for all the conflict in our world. The wars, poverty, drugs, trafficking, disease...it's created by these powerful families behind the scenes," she explained.

"There is nothing in this world that these people don't know about...until Storybrooke. Finding out that it's been here since 1983 and they had no idea...that's not something that was easily swallowed by them. They're furious," she added.

"All of this sounds like a lot of conspiracy," Snow mentioned.

"Well, there is always some truth in conspiracies...and in this case, a lot of truth," she said.

"And these people...they were all investors with Clayton?" David asked.

"Yes...he would have never gotten away with it all without help from this Underground network. He liked to make you think he had all the power. But his connection to this group allowed him that power to run his operation," Patricia explained.

"But that doesn't make sense...because Clayton knew about Storybrooke. Are you saying he kept that information from them?" Snow asked.

"Exactly that...he managed to conceal Storybrooke. He wanted it and all its power, specifically the chalice, for himself. He managed to fool them all, which let me tell you, is not easy to do," she replied.

"He almost had the Chalice...and he could have easily destroyed anyone he wanted to with it," David said.

"That was probably his plan and now they know that, he's lucky he's dead," Patricia replied.

"Damn him...he keeps haunting us, even from beyond the grave. He's probably in the Underworld right now with that stupid smirk on his face, laughing at us once again," David said in frustration.

"What can we do to stop them? I mean, that's why you're telling us, right? If you weren't on our side, then you wouldn't be telling us? Or is this subterfuge?" Snow asked, as she looked at the other woman with scrutiny.

"She's right...our darker halves wouldn't trust you further than they could throw you...and I wouldn't either, except I did work with you for two years. We did put away a lot of bad people," David said.

"We did...people I wasn't supposed to put away. We're lucky to be alive, honestly," she replied. He rolled his eyes.

"These were their worker bees and agitators that we put away, but there are many more," she said.

"So you expect us to help you take down the rest of them? You're talking years of work and even more danger to my family," David said in irritation, as Snow took his hand, threading her fingers with his own.

"I know...it's unfair, but they will stop at nothing to get into the United Realms and once General Mendoza figures out that I'm not going to play ball, I'll have a hit out on me, which means taking them out is the only way we all survive," she replied.

"What do we need to do?" Snow asked.

"I have a team in place...you've worked with a few of them. They're ready to do the leg work once we eliminate these people in power," Patricia replied.

"So we help take out Clayton's leftovers and then we're out?" David asked.

"Absolutely...and the United Realms can be cut off from the world if you two decide that's what is best," Patricia replied.

"You know that requires that you give up everything you have on Clayton's operation," Snow said.

"I'm ready to surrender it all to you now. If I don't, it might fall into their hands," she replied, as she started with something wrapped in a cloth. David unwrapped it and revealed it to be a mermaid scale.

"This is a start," he said.

"The submarine is in the Harbor and the keys are yours too, so to speak. I'll turn over everything else too," she promised. Snow and David exchanged a glance.

"Then we'll help you take these people out if you really think it can create prosperity in the world outside here. All people should have that...not just us," Snow said. David sighed.

"We'll take these people out...it's our duty as truest loves, but then we're out. The cleanup of your own world is up to you, because we still have ours to protect," he stated. She nodded.

"That's more than fair," she agreed, as they shook hands.

"For tonight...I'll leave you alone," she said, as she walked away. He sighed again and put his arm around her.

"Guess there are more adventures for us, after all," Snow mentioned slyly. He scoffed.

"I think there will always be dangerous adventures for us," David said.

"Maybe...but we'll always face it together," Snow replied, as they shared a kiss.

"Come on handsome...let's go home so we can be really alone," she said. He grinned and with arms around each other, they headed home.

~*~

Flashback

"Are you sure this is going to work?" Mendoza asked, as they prepared for a siege on the palace of Cyprus.

"Of course...you don't really think I'd rush into an armed castle unless I knew exactly what I was doing, do you?" John asked.

"I guess not...but would you mind telling me how we're getting through an army to take a soon to be King hostage?" Mendoza asked. John smirked.

"Hera has taken care of that for us with a light sleeping mist," he said.

"Hera?" he asked.

"Yes...it seems Aphrodite's stepmother is no fan of hers. She wants her happiness destroyed and in return for helping that along, we get what we want," he replied.

"You made a deal with Hera?" Mendoza asked in disbelief.

"Oh yes...and the riches that await us in this new land are hither to un-dreamt of," John replied.

"Then you have an escape plan too?" he asked. John smirked again, as there was a flash of blue and a fairy stood before them.

"Reul Ghorm," he said, bowing in respect to her.

"Your bean, Collector...make sure you hold up your end of our deal," she replied, as she gave it to him.

"Not to worry...when I'm done, Aphrodite will be a shell of her former self with her dead lover in her arms. She'll pay for whatever she has done to piss you and the Goddess Hera off and regret rejecting me for her pretty Prince," he promised. Blue smirked.

"Then safe travels and make sure it's a good show. I really want you to twist the knife in that sanctimonious little retch," Blue said. Mendoza looked at the fairy curiously.

"Why do you hate her so much?" he asked.

"The power of the chalice should be mine. Hera is his wife and I am his right hand, yet he allows such sheer power to remain in the hands of someone who has no interest in using that power for greatness," Blue replied.

"Look at her current charges. At least her first pair managed to defeat several great evils to this world like Gothel. But what has this second pair done but refuse to realize their power? It will not bode well for their future," she said ominously.

"They are fools...we agree on that," Mendoza said. John nodded.

"Thank you...and may we all get exactly what we want," he said, as she disappeared in a flash of Blue.

"How are we going to kill him? Just doing so conventionally in front of the Goddess will be useless if she can heal him," Mendoza said. John smirked.

"Not even her chalice can heal dreamshade, though I suspect after this, it will be something she ensures it can do," he said, as he showed the other man a thorn.

"Dreamshade?" Mendoza asked.

"A highly potent poison from Neverland. No one survives it outside of Pan's realm. One knick and he'll die slowly," he revealed.

"It's time," he said, as they moved onto the palace grounds.

~*~

Aphrodite appeared in the palace gardens and made her way inside Adonis' palace. She was returning from a visit with her father and was in very good spirits, knowing she was only days away from her wedding to Adonis. But she found the Throne room eerily quiet and empty.

"Adonis?" she called, but her words fell into the silence. She walked further into the room and then heard footsteps behind her. She whipped around and found John Clayton there.

"You…" she said in an accusatory tone.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I've come to ask for a favor, Goddess," he replied.

"You will get nothing from me," she refuted.

"I figured that would be your attitude, so I have something in place to persuade you," John said, as a man she recognized as General Mendoza from the Dragon King's court came forth. But that was not the alarming part. The frightening part was that the General had her beloved held captive. He had clearly been roughed up and his wrists were shackled, as Mendoza held his sword to his throat.

"Adonis...let him go!" she cried.

"Your lover is free to go if you tell us the location of Cibola," he demanded.

"I told you...she doesn't know! If your own Queen won't tell you...then it's not information she wants you to be privy to," Adonis interjected.

"Quiet…" he snapped.

"He's right...I don't even know the exact location myself! Let him go!" she pleaded.

"And even if I did...not even I could access it," she added.

"You lie! We know the Dragon Queen has enabled access to it with the chalice, which means you are just about the only person other than her that could gain access," John refuted. She closed her eyes and contemplated her next move.

"Aphrodite don't...don't give into them," Adonis implored.

"Give us what we want or he dies," Mendoza threatened. A tear slipped down her cheek and she swallowed thickly.

"You'll need a bean," she said.

"We have one...several, in fact," John replied.

"How did you get magic beans? I thought only the giants had them?" Adonis asked.

"They do...but thanks to a friend, I was able to obtain a few without getting caught," John boasted.

"Enough...let's go," Mendoza said impatiently, as they prepared to travel to another realm.

"Stop!" a voice called, as Esteban entered the Throne room, with Zia and his most trusted adviser, Tao.

"You've committed treason against the crown, Mendoza," he accused.

"Cibola is out there and your Queen refuses to share it with the world!" he claimed.

"Cibola belongs to my people and I will not reveal it to anyone with greed in their heart," Zia refuted.

"Then he dies," Mendoza threatened.

"No!" Aphrodite cried.

"She's right...I will not let you kill him for something as frivolous as gold," the Dragon Queen agreed.

"Then tell us," he snapped.

"In my home realm, I have hidden Cibola near the lost island of Mu. On an island, shaped as a half moon, the gates of Cibola rest. It is in an ocean called the Pacific," she revealed.

"You'll give us coordinates and access," John demanded. Zia used the chalice to produce an enchanted map and handed it to him.

"Now let him go!" Aphrodite cried, as John nodded and Adonis was released. Aphrodite ran into his arms and she kissed him passionately. He smiled at her, before suddenly collapsing in pain.

"Adonis!" she cried, as she looked him over for wounds and lifted his tunic, finding scary black veins covering his torso.

"What have you done!?" she screamed.

"It's nothing personal, my dear...but someone ordered that he must die. I do apologize for choosing dreamshade as the method, as it's quite excruciating, but I could not have you healing him," John said, as a portal opened and they disappeared.

"Adonis...stay with me, my love…" she cried, as she tried to heal him. But nothing worked.

"Adonis…" she sobbed.

"It's okay…I love you," he rasped.

"No…I can't lose you! I can't!" she cried, as Zeus appeared.

"Father...please help him!" she pleaded.

"Oh my sweet girl, you know I would. But even dreamshade is beyond my power," he said sadly, as she held her beloved and he took his final breath. He scream rattled the walls and shook the ground beneath them, as she died inside again.

~*~

Present Day

The four of them came out of the theater and began walking along the streets of Storybrooke. It was about ten and there were still a few people out and about.

"That was a good movie," Summer mentioned.

"It was, but I have to say, all the adventures I've been on with you and this family lately kind of makes movies a little less exciting," JJ admitted.

"Yeah...we feel that way a lot. No movie can compare to our crazy lives," Bobby agreed.

"I don't know, it was pretty exciting, but then I haven't been to a theater very many times," Zia mentioned, as she smiled at Bobby.

"Um...so you wanna get some ice cream? My Uncle Dopey runs the shop," he said.

"Sure," she replied, as JJ heard his phone chime and he sighed.

"Is something wrong?" Summer asked. He sighed.

"Just Nora...live on some podcast. Probably skewing all the details of everything she just saw," he replied.

"I'm sorry…" he apologized. Summer shrugged.

"It doesn't bother us," she promised.

"I know, but she can never see the good in anything," he complained.

"It seems that way right now, but she may come around. It will just take time for her to see the truth," Summer said.

"I don't know...you don't know Nora," he said skeptically. She smiled.

"No...but I am the granddaughter of a woman that used to hate my mother with a blinding passion. If the Evil Queen can change...I believe Nora can too," Summer said optimistically. He smiled.

"Does that optimism just come natural to a Charming?" he teased. She smiled back.

"More than you know," she said.

"Except Emma and Leo have their moments of skepticism," Bobby reminded her.

"Sure, but some of that is just an extreme lack of tact, which we know comes from Daddy," Summer said, as they arrived at the ice cream shop.

~*~

"Wow...so you saw it all? A City made entirely of gold?" the podcaster questioned.

"Yes...as you can see from the high resolution photos I took. I will most likely have the FBI all over me for releasing the information and photos, but I could care less," Nora replied, as she participated in the podcast from her room at Granny's on her laptop.

"So a lot of my listeners want to know about the company you're keeping these days," the podcaster. Nora snorted.

"Let me guess, more saps obsessed with the great love story of Snow White and Prince Charming," Nora said with an eyeroll.

"There are many that have been caught up in that aspect, yes," the podcaster agreed.

"Well, they'll be happy to know that, though I don't really believe in love, theirs appears to be very genuine, to the point that I think they're both insane," Nora replied. The podcaster chuckled.

"Not a fan of true love, I see," he mentioned.

"Not even a little...and their kids are just strange," Nora said.

"But the magic...that has to be pretty cool, right? I mean, we all saw it during that insane battle," the podcaster replied.

"I suppose it's impressive, but honestly, these people are more trouble than they're worth," Nora said.

"Then you're in the camp of people that think we should fear these people. That they could bring about some kind of apocalypse on us?" the podcaster asked.

"Haven't they already? I mean, look at what happened in Seattle and then in Boston," Nora reminded.

"Fair point...they have unleashed this mysterious demon on us, after all and he already has a body count," the podcaster said.

"And that's just part of it. Apparently, Snow White has some insane doctor obsessed with her too," she reminded him.

"Ah yes...we've all read the book. I have to say, I don't think any of us would think a literary character such as Dr. Jekyll would be in hot pursuit of none other than Snow White. He has a body count as well," the podcaster said.

"Yes...and I know many are enthralled by this love story, but I think we should be asking if the possible destruction of our world is worth it for these people," Nora replied.

"Another fair point," he agreed.

"This pair does seem to go easy on some of their enemies," he added.

"Exactly...and that probably won't bode well for the rest of us," Nora agreed.

"Well, thank you for joining us tonight, Ms. Bradley," he said, as her segment on the podcast ended. But the podcaster would plug her social media and she was already lightning it up with all her photos and reporting. This was going to be the moment where her career as an independent investigative reporter took off.

~*~

Xander found himself unable to sleep and made his way down into the common room of the castle. It was taking some getting used to living in such a place, but he didn't dislike it. He was just glad his son still wanted him under the same roof, especially with how angry he had been at finding out about more of his past. As he entered though, he found that he wasn't alone and saw Thalia having a drink.

"Hey…" she muttered.

"Take it from someone who knows first hand...that stuff is not going to make anything better," he admonished.

"Your son will forgive you...but my daughter," she said.

"Our daughter," he corrected and she gave him a look.

"Our daughter," she relented.

"Won't be so easy," she said.

"She'll come around. Clayton was manipulative...and his son is the same way. That family has been manipulating this one from the moment I met him," he admitted.

"Mine too…" she agreed.

"Then let's end that now. Our daughter may be grown, but we can become a united front. She's been hurt by him too," he mentioned. She nodded.

"I'll drink to that," she said, as she finished her drink.

"I'll pass on the drink, but I'm with you. If I've learned anything from my son and I've learned far more from him than he ever learned from me, is that love heals," he said.

"And by the way...had I know about her, I never would have walked away," he added, as he left her to her thoughts.

~*~

The moment they arrived home and were in their bedroom, their passion consumed them, ensuing in several bouts of lovemaking. The fireplace burned brightly in their bedroom, for it was proving to be a cold fall night in Storybrooke, but it couldn't have been hotter in their bed chambers. Their bodies moved together in an incredible sync that only they could ever achieve. Every kiss, every touch, every movement brought pure pleasure and expressed their incredible love in the purely physical manner. The sounds punctuated that feeling of that pleasure. Limbs were entangled and lips were locked, as they found completion, not for the first time, together in the most euphoric experience possible. Their insatiable need for each other led to several comings, until they finally collapsed in sated bliss together beneath the sheets, still thoroughly entwined. Kisses were soft and caresses were intimate, as they bathed in the ecstasy induced afterglow.

"Oh baby...that was…" Snow breathed, as she rested her head against his chest.

"Yeah…we have some pretty good stamina for two people that should be old and gray by now," he joked, making her giggle.

"Well, if that was old people sex, then wow…" she joked, as they shared another smile and a kiss.

"Wow indeed," he agreed, as they cuddled together. She sighed.

"Are you worried about everything the Major told us earlier?" she asked.

"A bit...but no matter what, our love always seems to win," he said, as he kissed her shoulder.

"Mmm...after this, I think it's best though. I'm just not sure this world will ever accept us as just people. They're treating us like we're aliens or something," she mentioned.

"Yeah...even the ones that seem enthralled by our love story take it to the creepy level," he said.

"I think I'd be more than okay with staying in the United Realms once this is all over, but I know that you liked your work when you were an agent," she replied.

"I think I'll always have plenty of policing to do here in the United Realms. I liked my work, but I love being with my family and my beautiful wife more. There's nothing I'll miss out there, because everything I love is here," he promised, as he pecked her on the lips. She smiled and kissed him again, as their love consumed them once again.

~*~

"And...good morning, United Realms! It's a cool October day, which means fall is in full swing here in New England and the foliage is at its peak beauty," Le Fou said.

"In other words, Le Fou is just trying to distract you from the fact that we live in Maine and winter is coming," Goldilocks replied, as he gave off a fake chuckle.

"Aw, come on Goldie...you don't let a little cold bother you, right?" he joked.

"A little no...but Maine's winters are ridiculous, am I right people? I mean, if I had one question for Queen Regina, it would be why didn't you curse us to sunny California?" she commented, making Le Fou laugh again.

"She's got a point, but hey, there's no snow yet and that's something. Well, fellow United Realmers, our esteemed leaders have returned! Yes, they were spotted at Granny's Diner last night and as usual, they didn't come home without bringing new things with them," Le Fou said.

"Yes...and for that we go to our reporter in the field, Scuttle Seagull, who of course, isn't a seagull anymore and but still travels like he has wings to keep us all up to date on all the happenings in the United Realms," Goldilocks said.

"That's right Goldie...I'm the one that sprouted legs, thanks to the good curse, and now I am an intrepid reporter, who seeks information now instead of fish!" he joked, though it was doubtful anyone was laughing.

"Right...so what can you tell us, Scuttle?" Le Fou asked.

"Well, it looks like our esteemed leaders have gone and added an entire new realm!" he said, as the camera panned to the newest addition.

"We have been told that this is the island of Mu, which is inhabited with a mysterious tribe of people and behind that, even more spectacularly, is Half Moon Island, which is home to none other than the fabled Cibola. Yes...a city made entirely of gold," he gestured grandly.

"Wow...that's impressive," Le Fou commented.

"Yes, it's not often that Snow and Charming bring us anything but complete mayhem, but the day is young," Goldilocks said. Le Fou chuckled.

"Very true...you never know what calamity will happen in the United Realms. Moving on though, we go to the weather…"

"Ugh...seriously, these are the best reporters they can find?" Leo complained, as he turned off the television.

"Yeah...it's a lot of opinion and not so much reporting," Elsa agreed, as she braided her hair at her vanity. He leaned down and kissed her neck.

"It's good to be home," he purred. She smiled and slipped her arms around his neck, as she stood up.

"Yes...it is. I missed you," she said, as she nuzzled her nose with his own.

"I know, you showed me last night," he replied slyly.

"So...let's have an encore," he purred and she smiled.

"That sounds nice...but we have a wedding to plan," she reminded him.

"Okay...but I need pancakes first if I'm going to go through a day of wedding planning. I mean, I love my Mom, but she's probably already hired a pyrotechnics specialist to do all the fireworks or something," he said. She raised an eyebrow.

"You really think she's going to have fireworks at our wedding?" he asked.

"Uh...if we're going to get married, then we need to do it right," he replied, making her laugh and she pecked him on the lips.

"I love you...let's get you some pancakes," she said, as they joined hands and left their chambers together.

~*~

Natalie splashed some water on her face and brushed her teeth. Her morning had started out horrid, as she found herself throwing up and wondering what she had eaten to upset her stomach so much. She decided to shower and then find the kitchen for something to settle her stomach, hoping that whatever it was, passed quickly.

~*~

Flashback

After losing Adonis, Aphrodite fell into a deep depression. She spent most of her days alone in the tiny cottage outside Cyprus where she had lived before meeting Adonis. Zeus thought it would take a few years for her to come around, so he let her be mostly, visiting her as often as he could. He had sent Blue to check on her once, but that ended explosively, as his daughter still blamed Blue for leading the Black Fairy to her, which resulted in Anchises' death and the abduction of their son. He did not and could not know of Blue's real role in that, as not even Aphrodite recalled her or Hera's traitorous deeds that took place. Nor did either of them know about Blue conspiring with John Clayton and giving him the beans to escape the realm. The fall out of Adonis' demise had destroyed her and once again, he felt helpless. But this was a curse not even he could break, thus why he had charged his eldest daughter with finding a way to circumvent it. And he had hope that she was onto something. Athena was a prophesier and he only hoped a solution was bestowed upon her.

"Father…" Athena said, as she came to him on Olympus that afternoon. He continued to lament over Aphrodite and all that had befallen her. Her grief had not lasted but a few years, but hundreds now. Her second charges had been cut down in their prime and the chalice was void of champions. And he had to do something to bring her out of her misery.

"Please tell me we have hope for her," he pleaded.

"That is exactly why I am here…" Athena replied.

"Tell me…" Zeus said.

"Do you remember when Dione spoke of the eternal spark?" Athena asked.

"Yes...she also called it a divine spark. It was a prophecy she decreed about a first spark of true love. But that it would happen between two mortals before they even know each other, much less fell in love," he replied.

"Yes...they will be champions of true love and even greater than their predecessors. They will face evil like none before and win with the power of true love," she said.

"Yes…I'm familiar and if that prophecy had come from anyone other than my beloved Dione, I would have scoffed at such notions," he replied.

"The eternal spark will happen...I received the prophecy. Their time of conception is near and Aphrodite will be needed to soon guide them, from the shadows at first, of course," she said.

"She is in no state of mind to do so," he refuted.

"I know...that is why we must wipe Adonis from her memory and change her story," Athena declared. He looked horrified.

"She would never want that...you know that," he said.

"I know...but the fate of all the realms may depend on it. Because her destiny and her true love's will be entwined with this pair's," she replied.

"Why? What is different this time?" he questioned.

"Because her true love will be reborn as the twin brother of the male half of her new champions," she said.

"Why does it matter? She is just cursed to lose him again anyway," Zeus said in frustration.

"Maybe not if we play this right...my visions were clear. Her new champions may be instrumental in helping them to break the curse this time," Athena replied.

"How?" he asked.

"You know I don't have details much beyond that. It never works that way, but dark forces are already rumbling. It's almost as if they feel the light that is about to be born, which is why we must act," she replied.

"And this pair...what will make them so special?" he asked skeptically.

"Well, to start, they will have their first spark, before they even meet. He will come from nothing, but be more remarkable than any born into royalty. He will be handsome, noble, and fight for good. She will be born a princess and upon first sight of her, she will be declared the fairest in all the realms," Athena added. He snorted.

"That sounds like a curse on its own. My daughter's own beauty has caused much of the wrong kind of attention," he complained.

"And it may be. She will entrance men that already have madness in their heads, but her heart will belong only to one...her beloved. But I fear that once the evil senses their spark, they will stop at nothing to destroy this pair as they have with the previous ones. Because this one...will spell their end," Athena decreed. He sighed.

"I am almost afraid to ask, but what must we do?" Zeus asked.

"We leave her memories of Anchises and her son. As usual, when she meets him again, her memory of Anchises' physicality will be blurred. Then we erase the rest," she said.

"The rest? You can't mean…" he started to say.

"We have to, father...she must be so focused on making sure nothing cuts this pair down. In the end, the breaking of the curse will restore her memories and then her true love cannot be taken from her again," she replied.

"Then she will not know I am her father…" he said sadly.

"But one day, she will again, I promise. For now, she must believe her purpose for existence is to champion true love and this coming pair. This pair...they will change everything. They will save many, including Aphrodite and her love," she promised. He sighed deeply.

"I hope you are right...proceed with this plan," he said sadly, as he looked at his precious daughter through the viewing pool.

"Give me strength to see this through, my love," he whispered to Dione.

~*~

After breakfast, Snow and David made the dreaded, but necessary trip to the prison to make sure everything was secure with the newest detainees.

"Are you sure you want to come to the barracks with me?" he asked, as he looked over the logs.

"I am...it helps me see that the worst are where they belong, especially Blue. I have words for her," she replied. He couldn't argue with that, as he signed off on the logs, which was part of his job as supreme Sheriff. He took her hand and they took the elevator up to the top level. There were sneers from their newest residents.

"At least your new home doesn't have a bunch of deadly radiation poisoning your bodies, so you're welcome," David commented, as they passed by those cells.

"Well, well...Snow White and Prince Charming have come upon their prisoners. I do notice there is an empty cell up here. Could that be for someone special?" Dr. LaGuerra asked.

"Another certain Doctor that continues to haunt you, fairest?" he goaded, as David grabbed him by the collar, slamming his head against the bars, causing him to cry out in pain.

"How many bones of yours do I have to break before you keep your mouth shut?" David growled, as he shoved him away.

"And for your information, no that cell isn't for Jekyll, because I'm going to make sure he ends up in the morgue. And you'll join him if you even look at her again," he warned, as they kept walking.

"Well...she is quite a vision. She seems to cast a spell wherever she goes, much like the Goddess. My father was obsessed with the chalice and Aphrodite...and later the two of you," Johnny said, as they passed by him.

"He always wanted to mix his bloodline with that of the Charming family," Johnny leered, as his eyes swept over Snow.

"That will never happen and if you keep looking at her like that, I'll gouge your eyes out," David warned, as they moved on, but Snow didn't like the smug smirk on his face.

"Well, well...the Charmings have returned," Blue said, as they arrived at her cell.

"We wanted to see this for ourselves, though I'm not surprised that Fandral bested you," David replied.

"Trust me...when I get out, I promise to make the Asgardian scum and his little waif pay," she said. She looked terrible. Her makeup had run and she hadn't bothered to wash her face of it, making her look almost comical. She wore a blue prison jumpsuit and her hair was a frazzled mess.

"Wow...you look like hell," David said in amusement.

"Oh, you'll know hell when I get this cuff off...you both will," she hissed.

"What has happened to you? I mean, you've been shady before, but this outright evil is alarming, to say the least," Snow mentioned. Blue smirked.

"Oh honey...this is the real me. But I didn't hate you when I felt the spark occur between the two of you. I saw an opportunity...two idiots to manipulate," she said.

"Well, that didn't happen and now you're going to pay for your crimes. You'll be tried in a royal tribunal and if found guilty...you'll spend the rest of your life in prison," David declared.

"Do your worst...because neither of you have the guts to sentence me to the death penalty and that means, given the chance, I will escape and destroy all of you," she promised.

"No...you won't," Snow interjected, as she looked at her husband and swallowed.

"As Queen...I have the power to up your sentence if you're found guilty and if you are convicted of treason, you will face death," Snow decided. It surprised David a little, but he knew they had been through enough to know that Blue was too dangerous to be kept alive, just like Jekyll. Blue smirked.

"There's that darkness...be careful, Snow White, or your heart will end up as black as mine. I would relish that," she hissed.

"No...never. Your sentence will be justice, not darkness. There's a difference," she said and Blue frowned.

"Kill me...and I'll haunt your dreams, Snow White! I'll help the doctor invade your mind and terrorize your every sleeping moment!" she warned, as David led her away. Snow shuddered at her words.

"I'll help Jekyll invade your mind and you'll know no peace! I'll torture you!" Blue promised, clearly having lost her sanity and he felt Snow shudder again beside him.

"Guards!" he called.

"Take her to solitary! She'll remain there until her tribunal!" he ordered, as he held Snow closely and led her back to the elevator.

"Is execution really the right decision?" she asked in uncertainty.

"Yes, my darling...she's a treasonous snake that just threatened a Queen," he reminded her.

"My Queen…" he said.

"What if she can haunt me from beyond? We've had crazier things happen," she told him.

"We will talk to Gold and Regina. We'll make sure she can't, even if we have to go visit Nyx ourselves to make sure her soul isn't allowed to run free in Underbrooke," he promised, as he kissed her forehead and led her out. He hoped that spending the rest of the day planning their son's wedding would help her de-stress and relax.

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #Charming family #OC Charmings #AU #The United Realms #original season 9 storyline #Fandral of Asgard #Rose Red #Dashing Rose #background CS #background OQ #background Rumbelle #romance #adventure #family #finding you always #the epic continues

[callededie]

early evening, september 4th, 2004

ten months. 

edie sighed, a learned mannerism to show he was tired. he’s mastered the idea of it well enough that now it happens without it being for the benefit of anyone else; a quiet expression for a private moment. he was more tired now that he was working less, something inside of him that was rejuvenated by doing what he felt he was meant to. it was the sitting, the waiting, that wore him down. he had lasted fifteen years of it before, maybe he would be able to do it again. yet, there was something different this time. before, it had felt like he was waiting for something. now he was just waiting. his face remains still at the thought. if he was as human as he had once wished to be, he might have frowned. instead he just thinks that he is uneasy with the feeling, and that is enough.

the being known on earth as edward turner was given credit for a large number of things, but his ability to adapt was not one he often got commendations for. perhaps that was because the humans so often forgot that he was on a different time scale than them. twenty five years was not that long for him, but he had done his best in that time. however, there were a number of things he had learned ( some more recently than others ) during that time, beyond which expressions meant what and how certain phrases worked.

in the past ten months, for example, he had learned two very important things. the first he had learned that night, as he watched the train skid out over the ice: that following orders was not all it took to be a hero. people on igruvad had followed orders, those who boarded the train had followed orders… he had followed orders when he almost killed everyone who had. there was a balance to be found, a way to not be disruptive but knowing when a call needed to be made outside of what was instructed. secondly, and this was something that had come more gradually over the months following, that his want to be a human was not really what he had ever needed.

what he had needed was a home, somewhere he felt like he belonged.

imagine you are young, just coming into adulthood, and you have watched your world crumble around you as you are supposed to enter it. not only do you lose your family, but anyone you had ever known. you lose those you had never known too. and so you leave. you make an escape and for a time you are on your own, with hardly any contact with another living thing. then you hear it, a call for help. they don’t know that’s what they’re sending you, but you can tell because you’ve heard it before. that is how your world must have sounded before the end. you arrive, admittedly late but they still need you, and they take you in. they adopt you as one of theirs. they are the first people besides your own that you have encountered and you are so desperate for a place where you are not the last one left, that you believe you must become one of them.

it was an understandable confusion, but now it was righted. edie had figured out that, while he was grateful for humanity and their giving him purpose for this time, there was no reason for him to feel like he needed to be one of them. they would let him belong as he was, they had. it was in the moments that he tried too much to be one of them that he stood out the most.

still, he was unsure earth was where he was meant to fit, even if it would let him. the waiting did not feel as purposeful as it had before, even if it was less isolationist than it had been. instead it was empty, his meaning lost, or at least no longer with him. where it had gone was unclear. the moments with the team were good, times when the bureau called him back into action were also good, but he did not feel as tied to earth as he once had. he was restless. he needed to do something more. 

he collapsed on the couch in his home after returning from the brunch, letting his head tip over the back slightly to stretch his neck. eyes shut for a moment, allowing himself to rest. it only takes a moment for them to flick open again, prompted by a muffled beeping from the door to the garage. it’s surreal for a moment, just the noise itself making him want to jump up from the couch but also holding him down to it, unable to move. this could be his answer, but if he entered that room he would be making a choice he could not take back.

it was the right thing to do.

the door is pushed open, and his gaze falls to the sleek looking metal box on a wooden table at the far left side. he ignores the rest of the contents of the garage, containing, most notably, the ship that had brought him here twenty five years ago; he had fixed it up in retirement, something to do to keep him busy and something to do in case … well in case this happened. the screen glowed a soft blue, blinking in time with the beeps coming from its speaker. edie moves towards it, hand hovering above it. there’s a small second of hesitation, but then he places it down on top of the box. the blinking stops, the pale light growing steady and slightly brighter. he listens. the transmission is at once both unfamiliar and exactly what he was hoping to hear.

earth would be okay on its own now. somewhere else needed him.

morning, september 5th, 2004

he stays up most of the night. he makes the final adjustments to his old ship. he does all the things the boy who left igruvad had to do to move on. he comes to the conclusion that he cannot take edward turner with him. edward turner belonged to earth, and would remain here even if he wasn’t. maybe he could come back and visit him. for now though, edward turner would stay on earth as a series of objects delivered carefully, by hand, to each one of the exemplars who remained. and one who didn’t.

waiting in her parking space at the bureau when she arrives on monday morning is a box addressed to elizabeth mitchell. inside is a carefully folded uniform, to be kept by the bureau itself, along with a butterfly keychain, wrapped carefully, and a 7/11 bag containing 3 snickers bars with a piece of tape marking them for tango.

in front of the building where laura smith rehabilitates the creatures that had previously been confined, another box waited, addressed to her. this one’s contents included a box of tea, several squares of bubble wrap, and a new pair of wool socks.

in his mailbox in the faculty lounge of the school he taught at, a manilla folder waits for will rivkin, containing the entirety of edie’s keychain collection, as amassed during their retirement, sans the butterfly that had been gifted to beth.

on the steps of the dance studio a shoebox marked for zia dewan, containing two snowglobes, one depicting the new york skyline, the other a dancer.

on the balcony of damien valentine’s apartment waited a folded electric blanket, one of edie’s favorite possessions: a quiet thank you for damien’s care of him after the bureau was attacked.

outside her front door, evelynn ambrose will find a trio of pothos plants that edie had been caring for during the fifteen years the exemplars were disbanded, and another blue slushee.

if anyone were to look, they might notice a bit of upturned dirt next to adelaide venture’s grave. buried beside her now was a long expired ( he had made sure it would be of no danger to anyone ) grenade of igruvadan design that had been part of the supplies on his ship.

it was a promise to each of them. i am not gone.

but earth would be okay on its own. somewhere else needed him now.

#thread. #ten. #starscreech.

[bhadbun]

EXPOSE posts are truly stupid but I guess at some point we become the things we swore to destroy. there's someone who has terrorized some of my closest friends, and at this point, I'm done and I'm over it. so here is the story of some 23-year-old scab named saige, from the CST timezone, who needs to grow up. i do however want to say that while this person is 1) in multiple active rps that will be tagged in this, that this is no way shape of form is an attack on those rps. we’ve all been victims of bad members joining groups and  giving those groups a bad name. to those admins i say; take this in stride. do what you need to do respectively about saige and keep your heads high for your current members, and to members -​ do with that information as you wish and be careful. now under the cut you can find out all the stuff thats gone down (both the recent stuff and some of the stuff in the past.) Please feel free to message me or even Reblog this with your own interactions with Saige. 

Saige at some point has referred to them-self as they/them so we will be doing the same. some screenshots included in this may refer to them as she/her though due to people being close with them at the time. 

a list of muses that saige has played.

INDIE SMUT TWITTER RP - @BENJIZDUNN [NSFW]

INDIE TUMBLR  ACCOUNT - @ofwriitings

machine gun kelly fc (key) in @saintshotelhqs​

dua lipa fc (xena) in ardorhq

matt champion fc (marsden “mars”) in ardorhq

matt champion fc (marsden “mars”) in @laxhq​

miley cyrus fc (bexley) in @laxhq​

baldboyblues fc (blaise) in hqyale

amanda arcuri fc (zinny) in laxhq

kensnation (rhys) in laxhq

jade thirlwall fc (farai) in cyberhqs

dua lipa fc (zia) in cyberhqs

isabella peschardt fc (yakira) in cyberhqs

kurtis conner fc (zero) in cyberhqs

george shelly fc (echo) in cyberhqs

matty healy fc (cyrus) in cyberhqs

avan jogia fc (zion) in cyberhqs

big sean fc (deandre) in cyberhqs

nicholas kalashnikov fc (matias) in cyberhqs

UPDATE. there was a muse in lax, yale & now rushing who goes by rowan, previously had a matt champion fc and uses the role model tucker pillsbury. this IS NOT SAIGE. We would like to apologize to this person if they received any backlash.

For context, I was an admin in an RP called CyberHQ. There i played Cindy Kimberly, and I was friends with Saige during this time. The majority of screenshots take place between December 2018 and January 2019. CyberHQ had its faults, and I can acknowledge that. My best friend co-ran the rp with me, and I want to give her a quick little s/o for carrying Cyber when I dropped the ball. The biggest ball I dropped was allowing Saige to consistently harass and belittle my co-admin. There were multiple red flags that should have tipped me off about Saige. I dont have screenshots of ALL the times we called out their behavior but I do have this one; 

After getting numerous complaints from other members about the consistent graphic NSFW images and videos that were popping up on the TL we finally decided to speak to them about it. Their response was rude, and clearly, they did not care about other members or the potential of minors seeing what they were bringing onto our TL.

fast forward to January 30th - Feb 5th the height of what can be considered as Cyber’s biggeest SCANDAL was going on. Our dear friend Saige was caught playing an estimate of TEN muses. the muse limit we had at the time THREE. and while on the surface that might seem harmless because yk these are just muses - the truth is that they did all of this by joining in under different aliases. they created different personas and spoke to other muns as other people. We have one verified testimony (that’ll you’ll be able to read later) who says that Saige and their multiple ‘friends’ were the ONLY people she rped with for a solid month. our members that were the closest with them all admitted to feeling manipulated and lied to - saying that their muses were read a certain direction so that saige could get the ships they wanted. their connections were so intricate and vast that when they were exposed and sub-sequentially kicked out, half of the rp didn’t have connections anymore, a system that designed to fail.  

When they first caught wind about TWO of her secret characters we spoke to them in a imessage group chat;

* kae helped blur out certain images and names for this post, occasionally you’ll see texts within an imagine expressing her own feelings about the matter

wondering how we found out about their other characters? they sent a long message to two other members of CyberHQs confessing. Those two members sent us the screenshot and that lead to them getting kicked out. 

now see that last name; matias, that a very important one we’re gonna touch on next. another one of our members (Gem) was lied to. even after saige was exposed for having all of those characters, they continuously lied to Gem and pretended they were someone else. while Gem no longer has access to the screenshots of saige pretending to be a whole other person - we were able to get our hands on saige apologizing for it. 

here is another screenshot of saige lying to gem about playing Zero

here are screenshots of saige rping with themself to keep up the front:

here are dms saige sent them-self roleplaying with themselves:

i asked Gem to please write her own little testimony about what happened with saige and how it made her feel.

Gem is just one of the many people saige messed with. I have two more testimonies about saige. the next person up had what i consider to be the wildest ride with saige, and maybe the most affected during cyber. i bring you to: Kae. 

The first group of screenshots is of saige manipulating kae because kae wanted to drop a character. this was in a group chat the three of us had. this conversation went down december 23rd, 2018. 

this was tough and hard to sit in on, but kae did eventually end up dropping hendrix. though this wouldn’t be the last time saige tried to manipulate kae. 

now between the last two tests above these dms happened:

“....ive been hardcore neglecting farai...”

“...i’ll stop messaging you places...”

we also have found out that saige has been using kae’s last name as a first name for one of their characters:

* kae helped blur out certain images and names for this post, occasionally you’ll see texts within an imagine expressing her own feelings about the matter. 

now we’re gonna get into something a little more recent, saige and their character stalking @hiqey​’s character in yale. first, we’re gonna explore saige’s perspective of the situation before going into hiqey’s thoughts on the matter. 

upon making the decision to write this expose one of the first people i set out to speak to was hiqey, as she is one of the most recent people affected by saige. here is what she had to say:

here is the link to hiqey’s post on the subject: https://hiqey.tumblr.com/post/188666887727/so-from-your-pov-what-happened-cause-you-barely

here is saige acknowledging they were wrong for what happened in cyber and in yale but not thinking it was a big deal:

To kinda end this on a positive spin, I want to link you all to a letter Kae wrote to Saige. I really hope you all read and get a feel for the mental turmoil my friend went through because of this person, all that she suffered, and all she kept inside during all this time. kae didn’t deserve this, gem didnt deserve this. my co-admin during cyber didn’t deserve the treatment she got. HIQEY didnt deserve this. no one does. we’re hoping that with this expose post the cycle ends and saige can not continue to treat and manipulate people to this extreme. please i beg each and everyone of you - READ KAE’S LETTER. 

READ KAE’S LETTER HERE: https://docs.google.com/document/d/17VS8KywZFYUM8GsYTPw9M_NtIy1FGUOTxc-c2LSDq4o/edit

GOOGLE DOC WITH ALL THE SCREENSHOTS: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1VKZlTGGkWJ-PA8sBJXDrwNGRT1_XPO7n?usp=sharing

Someone made a post discussing the similiarities between Saige and Nettie, read that here: https://hotjoong.tumblr.com/post/189074475629/hewwo-rpcon-the-drama-from-tonight-regarding

#RPC #RPH #TWITTER RP #OC RP #RPT

[bookdragonlibrary]

Halloween

“Hey Ed! Did you choose your costume already?”

“Not yet. But I think you might have an idea, amigo.”

“Duh! I have the idea since summer. Wanna hear it?”

“I’m all ears.”

“Did you watch the Mysterious City of Gold?”

“No, I see where you’re going and no. Besides, it’s not a couple idea?” 

“What do you mean? They are best friends.”

“I’m pretty sure they were... Wait, who are you talking about?

“Esteban and Tao! You already have the hair! Plus it would be really crash for Taos’ peer councelor to come as Tao, don’t you think?”

“My... hair?”

He tugges at a curl without thinking. When he was younger, he could spend hours trying to straitghten it, not hesitating to pull it hard with a brush. Not like it worked anyway...

“Yeah, they’re so crash, amigo!”

Ed bites his cheek to not blush, but he’s sure he failed.

“And we ask Tye to dress as Zia, I presume?” He jokes to hide it, pushing the attention somewhere else.

But he cannot stop himself for imagining his friend in that outfit and a light blush comes on his cheek. He take his composure back, hoping that his dark skin had hidden it. Wasn’t his best idea.

“Do you think he would accept?”

Bart didn’t seem to have noticed. 

“This was sarcasm, amigo”, Ed replies with a smile.

“Ah. It’s Zia? I thought it was Tia... That would have been even funnier.”

“I heard the new season was in Japan, so maybe Sam could find a cosplay too. Maybe Tye would come along if Asami does it.”

Bart cocks his head on the side and Ed explains this new retro concept. He doesn’t need patience just for Bart’s personality but also for his lack of knowledge of the present, even if he learnt a lot since he arrived, but most of it weren’t useful for daily conversation as his special interests were often about facts, science or even art and litterature. 

“Bart, why... why didn’t you ask to Jaime for this?”

“Why would I? Blue doesn’t have Tao’s hair. Plus he does a duo costume with Traci this year. That would be weird if we do a trio costume, right?” he adds with a sad smile.

Ed doesn’t know Traci well, but he knows from Tye they are going out since summer as all the Team and the Runaways spent time together, hanging around all over the country thanks to the Zetatube and also to his dad giving acess to Sam, Tye and him. So he could go to Mount Justice beach and still be on time for dinner in Taos. Sometimes he loves his papá’s technology even if it has to bring him away and take his time.

Jaime and Traci did spend a lot of time together with their new love slowly blooming, didn’t realise sometimes they let their friends behind. Cassie was fine and spent more time with the other girls of the squad. But Bart was all alone and so used to be clinged to Jaime he wasn’t really close with the other members. He was close to Gar but he had to leave the Team months ago. Ed knows Bart could be shy when he’s in a new environment or with new people. And people he barely talked to was as new for him than a stranger. Hopefully Virgil was there and bring him along with his times out with Ed. 

The first time, he was taken aback when he saw his crush appear out of nowhere with Virgil behind and his soft knowing smile, as if he didn’t know what he was doing. Bart was fidgeting all the time, unsure if he had a right to be there, afraid of forcing his way in, until Virgil’s kindness and himself being chill made him at ease. Sometimes Virgil and Bart talked about nerd stuffs he barely undersands but he ignores if it’s because of lack of vocabulary with the language barrier or his own lack of knowledge. Virgil’s clear explanations and Bart’s ramblings helped him so he wasn’t completely lost about the subject. He never saw Bart like this, all serious. No, he was still chill as if he was talking about the weather and not electronical materials and he was still rambling as usual. But it’s all the details he knew about a difficult topic which amazed Ed. So he just listened during most part of the conversation but Bart was still aware of his presence as he explains something whenever Ed frowned at a word or a concept and that made his stomach tighten. Virgil remained silent during this moments and Ed was glad to him for that. 

“Yeah, fine. Whatever. I didn’t have any idea anyway...” Ed finally say, trying to not be too overwhelmed. But maybe it sounded too cold instead?

“Crash!” 

Preparing his costume wasn’t complicated. It was ready pretty fast. Even if Ed was so excited for this day to come, he doesn’t bring his hopes too high. That would be just two friends hanging around at a party. Two single friends, sure. Nothing more.

As he slowly spent more and more time with Bart, Virgil step backward, giving them moments just the two of them. He is closer to Cassie now. With the Team splending in two parts, Cassie was also invited to the Runaways hanging out to not be left behind and alone. And it wasn’t the Team and the Runaways anymore, but one group of friends. Sam became close to Traci thanks to the double dates with Tye and Jaime. Ed was happy for her; she had difficulties to make friends outside the Runaways, certainly because of the language and culture barriers. Traci being half Asian was the bridge she needed.  

The party is tonight. Ed cannot really think about it with all the preparatives he still needs to do. Of course, Tye had refused to come in a Zia’s outfit even if Sam found the idea really cool. But Ed is unsure if he is glad it would be just Bart and him or stressed to not have a third person to not make it awkward. Nobody discussed about the closeness of Bart and Jaime as everyone knows how Bart is: clingy, touchy and a hugger monster and also because they know how much they had to go through together. But how would they react to Bart and him being close? During all the Reach invasion, no trauma brings them together, not in the War World or even in the Reach ship as Ed didn’t know Bart and Gar were in the next room and was barely aware of the other teens around him through the pain. In a way, he relieved it isn’t the trauma or the pain who made them friends, like they were destined to be not matter what. Their friendship is dued to their personalities and not the Reach or being both meta and abducted because of it. He doesn’t want to own this aliens anything. Not even his powers. But still, their friendship is due to normal facts, meaning he could expect “normal” reactions to their closeness. 

He needs to focus on what he’s doing. Like preparing enough food because Bart– Urgh. He went in the kitchen anyway, checking if they would have enough. They have no alcohol beers and cocktails and punch also withtout alcohol, so basically fruit juices, but “cocktail” makes it sound fancier. Especially with a little umbrella in the glass.

When his friends arrive his fears are blown away. With Bart’s entrance, another feeling blooms instead. Bart was really cute in this cosplay. He even created Esteban’s famous necklace with paperboard.

Jaime and Traci have a Disney matching costume as Aladdin and Mulan. Sam was dressed as Haku and Tye as a cowboy, affirming there is nothing more terrifying than colonialism. Ed shares a look with Jaime to decide which one is going to explain it to Bart who frowns. Virgil chose Darui from Naruto and Cassie Sakura from the same universe. Ed thanks him to also took a matching costume with his own best friend. Gar arrives later, transform in a half way between human and animal to look like Michelangelo from TMNT. He was accompanied by Perdita, dressed like Belle, here incognito. Some of her guards are dressed as benevoles helping the Center for the night if anything happens. But he doubts it would be necessary – or even usefull – as Perdita is always surrounded by heroes during the party.

“Ed, mi amigo! You... you don’t wear your costume?” 

And Ed hopes he didn’t imagine the quick sad look on Bart’s face.

“I... I didn’t have a chance to put it on. You know, too much to do. I didn’t see the time passed. But it’s ready in my room. Just give me the time to–” 

He teleports right in his room. He didn’t mean to. He was just too embarassed, blushing too much, wanting to reassure Bart but not doing too much about it either. Now he isn’t sure to put the costume on even if he really wants to, his fears kicking again. Everything is too much. His feelings are a mess, he is overwhelming, completely loss and– He needs to breathe. He needs to tell him, he needs a clear answer, because walking on this string giving him headaches and he wants to stop his hopes before they get too high, before it’s too late to prevent the heartbreak. Or maybe it’s already too late. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t even know what he feels for Bart. Or he wishes it’s true. He wishes he can hide from the truth a little longer, just to be sure he is ready. But he also needs to stop lying to himself: he would never be completely ready for this kind of answer. 

He breathes and put the yellow poncho on. A little part in him still whispers he didn’t imagine things. 

He teleports back in the party and finds his friends nearby. He exhales and walks toward them. 

“Your costume is really crash, Ed!” Virgil complementes, his knowing smile on his lips again.

He would have glare at him to stop if he isn’t blushing already. 

“Edo-kun, you look like the character so much”, Sam approves. “And yellow really suits you.”

“And there’s even a bit of red in it”, Jaime notices.

“Your costume is so crash”, Bart zooms next to him, clinging at his arm. “Where do you buy it?”

“I didn’t. I sewed it mysel–”

He put his mouth shut. Now Bart would probably teasing him because he can sew, a old useless hobby...

“You can sew? This is so crash, amigo! Is there a talent you don’t have?’‘

“I... Uh...”

“Apparently, speaking isn’t one of it”, Tye teases.

Ed rolls his eyes. His friends would be the death of him if Bart’s cuteness doesn’t kill him before. 

“And you, my friend, how did you make your costume?”

“Oh! Grand– I mean Iris bought me regular clothes and helped me costumize it. And Milagro made the necklace! It’s crash, uh? Oh! And she made one for you.”

He reaches in his pocket to give him the present. The necklace was a golden crescent moon to match his golden sun. Ed blushes slighly as he just viewed them as matching love necklaces and quickly push the thought away. 

“Thanks, Bart. But I thought it was Zia wearing the second necklace?”

He smacks himself mentally. He should not have said this.

“It’s not Tao? So moded... I was sure he was him...” 

“It’s ok, I like it”, he reassures while put it on. 

And that’s what enough to make Bart smile again. 

The group talks, mixing with the rescuing teens. Ed is glad to be able to give them something common, to show them they can still have a normal live, powers or not. Some of his friends are dancing, like Traci bringing Jaime on the dance floor with Bart’s help. But the other are shyly stay on the side of the gymnasium. At this picture, he smiles to himself.

But seeing Bart dressed like that, with the same necklace and his usual cuteness, is too much. He walk to the public restroom of the building and put water on his face. 

“Ed, are you ok? I saw you rush in. Are you sick?” 

He turns his face to see Bart. He takes a paper to dry his skin, giving him time to recompose himself and find a good excuse.

“It’s ok. I was just too warm over there, you know, with the crowd. Not really a party type”

Well, half true. The Center opens only few weeks ago so it was pretty empty for now but party was never truely his thing.

When he looks back at his friend, he knows he is doomed: Bart has chocolate all over his lips as he is casually eating a brownie.

“Bart, you have... on your... Just let me help.”

Without thinking about it, Ed takes a new paper, puts some water on it and cleans Bart’s mouth. He really should have think twice  because now he is really close to his lips which are red again and somehow a little shiny with the water. He is lost in his thoughts and at the same time living an out body experience as it moves on its own and kisses Bart.

It is slow and gentle. His lips feels soft under his own. He can still taste the chocolate and ice sugar. He cups his cheek, resting his forehead against his and breathes, finally finding peace in the middle of all the emotions mixing during the night. 

Then panic rises again as he realises what he just did. He steps back.

“Bart, are you ok? Was it ok? I’m sorry, I didn’t–”

Bart’s look makes him stop. He was speechless and his eyes had widened. Ed can’t see if it is because of chock, surprise, fear or disgust. His friend opens his  mouth but looks over his shoulder almost at the same moment. 

“Guys, what is it?” he answers to the comunicator. “Emergency? Yeah, I know, but... Ok, here in a flash.” He looks back at him, as if he realises Ed is still here. “An emergency mission with the Team. Found a new meta facility. I... I have to go.”

Before he can say anything, Bart is gone. 

He screwed up, didn’t he?

When he quits the restroom, Ed wants to talk to Virgil, then remembers he left with the Team too. So he looks for Tye and Sam instead, clutching at his necklace, ignoring if he wants to keep it or tear it. They stay with him, a little away from the party, waiting for him to break in tears or get mad or anything, at least a reaction. But Ed just stay silent, still clutching the pendant.

The Team comes back few hours later with the rescuing metateens. Without the poncho, Ed tries to put a fake smile on his face while welcoming the new students. He avoids Bart’s look as best at he could, not sure what he would discover in his eyes. Tye and Sam joins him, both helping with his work and his feelings. He wants to go see Virgil so much to tell him what happened and ask how Bart was during the mission, his old self or not. But he has responsability first and those kids went on so much more trauma than he did this night. He isn’t a priority right now, no matter how his heart is currently a storm. 

After the welcoming and helping the kids have a room and rest before registration and all the administration work the next day, nobody has the heart for party anymore, tired from the mission. Ed goes to cleaning the room as an automate, his body moving so the mind doesn’t have to think or the heart to feel anymore. 

“Ed?”

With a blank mind, he doesn’t hear it at first. He notice the presence when a hand rests on his forearm. He turns himself to discover Bart, still in his hero costume, with an unsure look.

“Can– can we talk?” 

“You sure you want to talk?”

Bart doesn’t answer. Not with words. He cups his face and kisses him back. Well, with hours delay, certainly. But now, he isn’t afraid anymore of what could come next. Ed frozes an instant, melts in the softness again, taking Bart by the hips. He teleports them on the roof where nobody can see them, interupt them again, where he feels they’re alone in the world. 

“Why? Why did you do this?”

“Freaking out or kissing you?” he chucles nervously, a little out of breath. 

“Both.”

“Ed, I like you. But you don’t like me. You can’t. I’m not what I seem to be. You don’t like a real person. Just a joke.”

“I know you. You’re clever, funny, kind, you care of others. You’re stubborn and determined. Can you dare tell me there’s something wrong on that list? You can’t fake all those.”

“But you don’t know...”

“Your trauma? What you have been trough? It’s ok, you can tell me with time, when you’re ready. I will listen to you, I will confort you and I will still accept and love you after that. I won’t ask for it. I promise. We all have traumas. Heck, Gar said we can’t be true heroes without it, right? I hide sides of myself too, you know.”

Bart is looking at him, his eyes widened as he never sees them. But he can’t place what he sees though. What is hope? Acceptance? Realisation?

He cups his face, pushing him even closer to him, drying the tears forming with his thumbs.

“I know you think noone loves you, that you can’t be loved. I know it’s something you never knew or remembered, that you’re afraid of it. I promise you I do love you. I will show it to you, until you believe me and after.”

Bart bursts into tears, Ed holds him closer. He kisses his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, his lips. Bart hides his face in his neck, his scent calming his mind while Ed breathes in his hair, smelling the peach perfume. 

“You know, I was always afraid to hug you.”

“You can do it all the time you want. I don’t mind your crashing hugs”, he smile to his hair.

Bart kisses him again, more passionnate. Ed descends on his jaw, on his neck. He goes slow, doesn’t want to scare him, but still overwhelmed with hapiness and the love he can finally expresses.

“Ed...” Bart moans lightly.

The older boy quickly pushes away.

“You ok? Was it too much?”

“Sorry my skin is really sensitive and your slowliness excites me.”

“Ok, maybe it’s better if I stop.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s ok, don’t apologize.”

Bart hugs him, tears dry and his big smile back on his lips. 

“Oh, Ed?”

“Hm?”

“I lied to you...”

“About what?” 

“I was the one making the necklaces. I was afraid you find that weird.”

“So you have talent in your hands too? Not only the foot?” 

“We can say that.” And Ed can feel his smile against his neck. 

“It’s ok, chiquito. I like it even more.”

“So... Are we boyfriends now?”

“Do you want to?”

The little boy nods against his chest. Ed pets his hair, still can’t processing they had the same size merely a year ago. Bart vibrates in his arm, a quick regular path. The panic rises once more, not quite the same one. 

“Something wrong? Did I–?”

“I’m so happy! You’re my boyfriend now. We’re boyfriends!”

Ed smiles fondly at him, waiting for him to slow down to hold him closer as if he won’t ever let go. And maybe, in a way, it’s true.

“Te amo, novio mio.”

—————

Why I feel is worse than my previous pieces? --’ Sorry for the light angst by the way!

I know Ed is drawn after Spike Spiegel so I wanted to suggest someone new :) 

I totally see Tye casually dropping bombs like that. Was it ok? :/ What do you think of the other costumes? Oh, by the way, does someone know the accurate word for Tao’s “cape” in this show? It’s a poncho or something else?

Thanks to @gegeru I realised I wrote their first cosplay together and kiss for the @zetaflash-week day 1: firsts without even knowing it xD

Day 1 ; Day 2 ; Day 3 ; Day 4 ; Day 5 ; Day 6 ; Day 7

#Young Justice #bart allen #eduardo dorado jr #zetaflash week #goldenflash #doradoflash #my writing #fanfiction

[thehighwarlockofbrooklyn]

I like these. I like doing things like this. I like being tagged in things like this. I fucking love this shit and I’m going to subject the four people who follow me to this steaming pile of garbage whether or not they want it. I am so sorry.

Didn’t get tagged, just wanted to do this cuz i saw somebody post one and i really liked the structure of this one

nickname: my mom calls me Kermie, and my internet friends call me von or grandpa von because i dont understand the kids’ memes anymore.

zodiac sign: sagittarius sun, aquarius moon, pisces rising 

height: 6′0 - 6′1

hogwarts house: a proud slytherin

last thing I googled: “coronavirus” because I just want to see some good news and there never is

last song in my head: it’s very specific actually it’s this but as for a real song that isn’t just ten minutes of the same my hero academia fandom bullshit is probably I Want it That Way by the Backstreet Boys

following & followers: following 41, 4 following me. i need more blogs to follow honestly smh

amount of sleep I get: either too little or too much, quarantine is ruining my life. 

lucky #s: 7, 13, & 21 and as a complete side note i hate the number 8

dream job: i’ve wanted to write a novel since i was like. 10. but here i am at 21, i haven’t written anything productive since I was 14 because i have a massive perfectionism probably. BUUUUUUT. my real dream job is to own a little coffee shop/bar. I’m not a huge fan of drinking like a lot of my friends are but I do like making different kinds of drinks and being experimental with them. So i kind of decided somewhat recently after getting into the restaurant industry that i’d like to own a coffee shop/bar where it’s a bar after a certain time and just a Safe Place. for everybody to come and not worry about who they are. all inclusive staff. as owner i can kick people out for being xenophobic, transphobic, racist, homophobic, and sexist. I don’t feel like I can contribute much to the evolution of society but I can use my power to protect and that’s something I really want to do. I just want people to have somewhere they know they’re Safe and can Be Themselves Fearlessly. Because that’s what i’ve been searching for my whole life and it’s been really hard so why not be a beacon that provides that to people so they don’t have to wander into a restaurant or bar and wonder “will i be harassed because of how i look” like you bet your ass i will be kicking assholes out if they so much as THINK a word of hatred to my employees or customers.

and yeah that’s my dream job.

wearing: black jeans that are too short for me because i am All Leg and my captain marvel t-shirt that’s done in classic comic book style and she just looks so fucking badass

favourite songs: Weight of Sound by Stick Figure ft TJ O’Neill, Shark Attack by Grouplove, Cola by Lana del Ray, Do I Wanna Know by the Arctic Monkeys, Take Me to Church by Hozier, Your Love (Deja Vu) by Glass Animals, In the Heat of the Moment by Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds, Dreams by Fleetwood Mac, Space Tree by Medium Troy, Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz, TSLAMP - Mathew Dear Remix by MGMT, The Other Side of Paradise by Glass Animals

I’ll stop naming songs there are too many that I enjoy but I hope those 12 are a good basic summary of what I enjoy. 

instruments: I played the cello in high school, i now own a cello but it needs so much fucking work done on it. it needs a new end pin and complete replacement of the strings. I think it needs a good cleaning too, might be worth it to just buy a new bow too even though the one it came with was fine if i remember.

aesthetic: long walks in the dark, a cigarette in hand, the sky clear and bright with stars. sitting by the window with a cup of tea watching the rain fall in the late afternoon. bedrooms hazey with smoke and incense, hearing your friends laugh and watching them smile and realizing you are in love with them all. sliding down long railings and landing with a flourish at the bottom, screaming and laughing the whole way down. speeding down the highway, half of your body through the sun roof of a friend’s car, blasting music that your soul is screaming along to, wind in your hair, crying because you cannot contain your joy any longer. leather jackets and beanies, watching the snow fall, cursing yourself for wearing the wrong shoes and soaking your toes.

random facts: fact one is when i was younger i refused to apply to any job in a restaurant because i just couldn’t stand the thought of working in one until I had no choice when i lived with my brother and now I can’t imagine working anywhere else ever again. fact two  is my birth name is Zia because my parents wanted to name me Jadzia after Jadzia Dax from star trek deep space nine but everybody thought they were crazy and my grandmother couldn’t pronounce Jadzia so they just chopped it down to Zia (my brother is named after George Lucas - we got the beeeeesssst of star worlds ~). 

okay im done hope you enjoyed this useless post about me i really enjoyed writing it. i tag no one lmfao.

#hey look it's a tagged post #whoopdee doo #didn't get tagged just like doing them #real proud of that aesthetics description. #im so proud of it #pls appreciate #okay im done

[jinniesmeow]

good evening. this is a very long rant. if you’ve been tagged in this, it means I have a message for you :’) it’s at the bottom of the post, and that’s the most important part, so dear mutuals, feel free to just go read that part and don’t feel forced to read all that bullcrap I've written. thank you if you do, thank you if you don’t. 

if we’re not mutuals and you’re reading this, well I guess thank you because this is hella long and cliché af. I'm sorry to everyone for this. though it kinda has nothing to do with what I'm saying, I was feeling particularly gay tonight and I'm in my feelings right now so yeah. if you’re willing to read, just click, you know how that works. 

first of all, hello. thank you if you’re reading this, whether we’re mutuals or not, this isn’t a private post so if you’re reading this, hello to you, I hope you’re having a wonderful night or day and I guess sorry for what you’re about to read if it’s considered TMI. I don’t know everyone on here so I'll start with the basics. I’m zia, aka users jinniesmeow, yunholy, hwangitzy and very recently yuzukhei. I'm (almost) 19, and in case you didn’t know, I'm French. and Italian, fortunately or not, idk. 100% European and white anyway, and my ancestors were all 100% racist and homophobic (I mean Poland and Italy? come on.). My sister, who’s turning 23 this year (she’s not on Tumblr), and myself are the first generation in my family to be queer on whichever side of it it is you’re looking at. 

Indeed, (if you didn’t know somehow, now you do) both her and I are pansexual. thankfully, our mom is far from being homophobic and racist and she’s a very open minded person, like really. neither of us have ever had a coming out, and none of us plan on doing it. I totally understand the necessity for some people to come out to their relatives and all that, but here’s why I personally refuse to do it: I don’t get why I have to tell people I'm not straight. I think it only fuels the fact that being straight is seen as the norm, because do straight people ever announce they are straight? exactly. being queer (gay, lesbian, pan, ace, whatever) is not abnormal, it’s not unnatural, so I refuse to have to scream it to everyone, and I don’t mean by that that I'm trying to hide my queerness, because I'm very open and honest about it, and I always have been. I hope one day, we won’t need to come out anymore and that people will stop assuming our sexuality. until then, I'll let people get flustered whenever I imply that I'm not straight without having ever stated it clearly before because fuck that shit. 

anygays. so, like I said, I've always been very open and honest about my romantic and sexual orientation. I know lots of bi/pan people “realise” they are queer when they’re a bit older, during their teenage years or early adulthood, but (un)fortunately I am not one of those. I have literally always known I liked girls too (in the first place, I mean). actually, I’ve always thought attraction and romance were about the person, like, I mean it was an evidence to me ever since I was a child, and how can I explain that I got slapped in the face when I discovered that it was not a universal thing, that it was not “the truth”. so there I was, in the middle of elementary school, openly saying I liked girls in front of everyone because I thought it was normal. I mean, it is, but you get what I mean. 

on top of that, the term “pansexual” has been occulted and invalidated for years, and most people didn’t even know of it until like maybe 3 years ago. remember, I'm 19, and there I was in middle school at 13 years old telling people I was pansexual when they’d barely even heard of bisexuality (while everyone else was like ‘I'm straight!! ew the gays’ btw). honestly, I cannot count how many times I've been called a pedophile, a necrophile and zoophile. by my very own friends, yes. 

same with high school, but I'm not going to repeat myself. just for the precision: no, I have never been physically or mentally bullied for that, however, I was mocked a lot because of how tall I am (I was 1m73/5′7 at 14) and because I can be quite androgynous since I don’t have big boobs. I have large hips though, so those fucking males didn’t miss the chance to pick on me for that too. obviously though if I've never been full on bullied it’s because: 1. I've always had friends and I've never been a ‘loner nerd’, 2. I was tall and intimidating, 3. I was respected for my intelligence and grades and wasn’t being full of myself about being a top student, and 4. because I was neither fat nor a person of colour, obviously, and those are privileges I'm very aware of. I have still been called a ‘woman with a dick’ and other transphobic shit and was often treated as if I were a boy, though. 

I still identify as a girl. I have been so, so complexed about so many things about my physical appearance for so long, I can’t count how many hours I have spent looking at my naked reflection in the mirror, feeling disgusted, wishing I had bigger boobs and that I would “look more like a girl” and so on. how much I have hated my body is something I can’t even measure. as of today, I've realised there is no such thing as “looking like a girl” and I've made a lot of progress on liking my overall appearance and accepting my body, sometimes I even think I'm hot™ and definitely think men don’t deserve me but for some fucking reason I can’t choose my sexuality (crazy right) and I still am attracted both romantically and sexually to them :/ 

anyways. now you know how long I've known that I'm a pansexual and throughout all these years, every time someone talked about the community or when pride came, no one mentioned us pansexuals, and I've seen us being invalidated so many times I really started doubting myself. I was like, “it’s like being bisexual, I'm just being butthurt and pushing it too far” but at the same time I never stopped calling myself pansexual. to some people, it’s just a preference in the choice of words to say you’re bi or pan, but to me there is a difference, even if it’s the smallest ever, and yes. being bi and being pan are “basically the same thing” and both orientations are very close but that very difference means everything to me. I am attracted to people, romantically and sexually, regardless of their gender. that is exactly it. and it’s very important to me.

I'm sorry if this is a mess, it’s hard to say things in the right order when I have so much to say, but I'm going to go back to what I was saying in the beginning about my family. I talked about my mom. my parents have been separated since I was 6 and haven’t spoken to each other in like 12 years btw. so, as for my dad, I know he wouldn’t care. he’s not homophobic, not racist. he does say homophobic and racist things sometimes, without realising it, like a lot of people do, and that doesn’t make him a homophobe. I know he doesn’t care if I'm gay, and I feel good just knowing that. however, remember, my family is italian. everyone around us is 100% straight (except for my cousins, I'm pretty sure one of them is bi-curious and the other is ace, but they aren’t open about this at all and have probably never questioned their sexuality lmao) and then there are my sister and I in the middle of it, and we’re like “yup, we’re the gay cousins”. the italian side of my family is huge. like really, my father has a total of 24 cousins (and I don’t mean the little ones and all that, I mean first degree cousins), so imagine how many of us there are in total when you’re counting everyone’s kids, spouses, grandkids and great-grandkids (you read that well, some of his cousins are old, some are even deceased). and they’re italian. and 100% into their religious set of mind that has them believe their god forbids being gay and that we’ll burn in hell. whatever, would’ve been going there anyway, gay or not so it’s not like I care, all the more reasons to be a fag. 

and yes I have proof they are racist and homophobic, I've heard the things they’ve said. so, I, whomst has had depression for basically all her life and also has every existing form of anxiety there is, don’t exactly feel comfortable around these people. and on top of being gay, I listen to “Ching Chong music”!!! how do I have to put into words that I know exactly what they think of me? I even have blue hair now so like, blending in even less than before. so yeah. 

to add on to that feeling of worthlessness, when I entered high school, I was still a top student without doing any type of work whatsoever, but then depression got the best of me (like for real this time how am I even still alive tbh) and I fell so hard I could barely stand going to school anymore. my last two years of high school (it lasts 3 years in France) have been disastrous. I barely attended and could barely manage keeping my grades above average, because I had zeros on 99% of my homework since I never did it. still had good enough grades on tests though, and it saved my ass. 

honestly, I don’t even want to talk about these years and how I was feeling, because it’s still too fresh for me and I'm stil trying (yes, trying) to heal from it. I can say without a doubt that they were some of the worst years of my life though. however final exams came and my ass managed to get a really good grade without revising anything, this way I could send a big, huge, fuck off to my teachers who had been shitting in my face for years and making me feel like the hugest shit on earth. I hope they choke on their jealousy. then I went to uni for about three months, where I majored in English, but eventually decided to stop because I couldn’t go a day without having a panic attack on the train, because I still couldn’t get my ass to do any work, because I was bored out of my mind and just when I had started feeling better after leaving high school I was sinking further down. I spent months staying home without seeing anyone but my mom and doing nothing but watching Netflix (the French catalogue isn’t as interesting as the American one btw). then, I finally found the guts to go see a therapist. not gonna say it was a mistake, but I'm glad I stopped because this bitch was just here to take my money. I took antidepressants for a few months, and I have stopped really recently, actually. in all honesty, I have gotten much better, thanks to my own doing, I've worked so hard on getting better and I'm proud of how far I've come. 

today, I can finally say for the first time ever in my life that I am proud of who I am. 

the whole point of saying all of this shit you have (maybe) read is not because I want people to give attention to me or anything like, I don’t want pity or anything and truly don’t think there are any reasons for people to feel any pity towards me. I'm saying this because I want to thank the people around me for just existing, for supporting me, for making me feel validated. because you might not realise it, but (a lot of) you are often talking about your problems, and it makes me realise that I'm not the only one feeling this kind of way. it makes me realise there are people who might understand me, even just a little. and when I see you talking about your sexual/romantic orientation (or lack of so) it also makes me feel accepted. I see you guys reblog such validating things, and then some of you even have pride flags in your layouts, and you have no idea how my heart feels about it. if you weren’t aware, I'm a twitter person. I've spent so much time on there, I have met lots of people, lots of which are part of the community and openly supporting it, and yet I have never felt more validated than since I've been on here. 

I've also met the people I consider “the most” as my internet best friends on here, like my best best internet friends, if that makes sense lmao, and not actually on twitter (although I might be pushing it because I have actually gone from IVL to IRL with most of them so like... whatever.) point is: I have met amazing friends I'm so thankful for on here. and all the people I see in my dash, to all of you, thanks for everything too even if we don’t really talk and if we haven’t had actual discussions before. now if you want to, you can always come to me to talk about whatever the fuck you want. 

so, here, I want to thank all of you, because today I'm finally starting to think maybe, just maybe, that I want to keep on living and that good things might happen to me. I have no plans for the future, since I never imagined myself getting this far in life, but I'm still willing to give it a try. 

please, if after you’re reading this, you’re thinking about telling me cliché things about staying strong and all that, I'm going to ask you not to do it. it just feels like pity to me. or choose your words wisely, I'm begging you, because I can’t stand thinking anyone would pity me. please don’t feel like that, that’s not the point of this.

I'm doing this as a thank you, and as a message to everyone out there who’s read this. I hope my words mean something to you. maybe help you? it’s ok to be confused about who you are. it’s ok not to like yourself, it takes so much work to get better and all that, but just know that you can do it, it is possible to do it. it takes time, it will hurt, but it’s an option. it’s not impossible. 

now. I have some people I want to send a quick message to. I guess some of you will be surprised, but just read what I have to say please, and know that from the bottom of my heart, I mean it.

@hwangwhatjin Emily. I don’t even know where to start, and soon I won’t even be able to see what I'm typing anymore because the tears I've been fighting while writing all this crap have started flowing all of a sudden the second I typed your name. you’re the first friend I made on here. we started off nothing, and I was a no one, and yet you still talked to me and all that. you’re honestly one of the most tolerant and kind people I have ever met in my life. you’re the exact opposite of prejudiced, you’re so open minded, so not giving a shit about other people’s quirks (I mean it in the right way) that don’t concern you directly, like people are who they are and you don’t give a damn about it, it’s amazing. I know this doesn’t sound like a compliment, but I can’t find the right way to put this. you’ve also always been there to listen to me whenever I wanted you to, and you have never judged me once. you have no idea how thankful I am for having you in my life. I wouldn’t want to have anyone else hold the title of bro. I love you so, so much, and I'm sorry we haven’t been talking lately. I hope I can help you just like you’ve helped me and support you as much as you need me to in the future, and I want you to know I'll always be there for you, I'll never let you down. you have no idea how much I can’t wait to meet you so I can wrap you in a blanket and give you hot chocolate while I light up a gingerbread scented candle (yes, I remember) and put on some blink-182 and stroke your hair because it’s what you deserve. you’re one of my best friends, like ever, and it’s such a pain we’re so far from each other, fuck this damn channel. one day I'll just swim to you to hear your wonderful accent you say you hate so much. anything to see you. I'm sorry I'm so old, I wish it were less of a problem, but as you grow up this gap will be less and less of an obstacle, so let’s just be patient, yeah? I love you, bro. roach bros to the end of the line.

@pikachulein Laura. ok. where do I start and how do I stop my eyes from sweating so much. you know, I'm just gonna say it. in my opinion, soulmates aren’t the people we’re especially meant to be with in a romantic way, and we might even have several of them. I just think they’re people who just bring you so much, and people who are like another version of you, but different. kind of like I described in my Felix au, actually. when I call you my soulmate, I really mean it, because I'd never thought I'd meet someone who understands me so well because they relate so much, someone who basically shares the same mind because hell, when have we ever had different thoughts on something like... it will never cease to amaze me. it’s only been a few months since we’ve known each other, but I actually think you’re one of my closest friends. hell, on the day we meet, because I'm not taking no for an answer, I don’t even know how I'll be holding up like, I won’t know how to act. so in advance, I'm sorry if I'm so weird at first. you’ve listened to the story of my whole life and you’ve shared your experience back, and you have no idea how thankful I am for that. maybe you haven’t realised, but you’ve been of a huge help to me. thank you for being so understanding, for not judging me, for being so open about everything with me, thank god I have someone with whom I can talk about literally any subject without it feeling uncomfortable or like i’m being judged. I have so many things to say I can’t even find the words, honestly. I’m just so thankful that you exist and that I have you in my life, and that you actually like me as a person too. thanks so much. you’re my best bitch, together we’re the baddest bitches of the pan squad and I can’t wait to travel across Europe with you for real. the world ain’t ready for us. 

@hanniesunshine Isabel. you’re just the biggest ray of sunshine ever. everything about you is so pure I'm even scared to be one of the people you talk to because I feel like you don’t deserve to talk to me (I mean like you deserve much better than me) and that I'm way too filthy for you. you’re always so good and kind to me, so, so supportive, and I can’t even thank you enough for that. honestly, every time I see you somewhere, kakaotalk, WhatsApp, Tumblr, I just can’t help but smile because you’re the purest and brightest being the earth has ever seen and I can’t believe you would actually want to talk to someone like me. I'm so sorry for everything. I'm so sorry for being such a cold bitch (and for using this word) sometimes, and for almost never finding the right words. thanks for always being so eager about reading my content. I'll keep supporting you, and I'll do better in everything!! I love you, so, so much. I'll always be there for you if you need me or want me. 

@sleepyracha Marie. I'm so, so sorry I'm so inconsistent and that I don’t talk to you as much as I used to, I hope we’re still okay. I just want to thank you for being the open minded person you’ve shown me you are and for supporting me all the time, and for very interesting conversations about literally anything. I promise I'm learning Spanish and that soon we’ll be able to talk together in another language than English. I hope you’re doing well and that you know I'm always there for you, and if Tumblr isn’t the best place for you, tell me where you want me to be for you. congrats on passing this year, you’re someone amazing and you’re so chill, it feels so good to see someone like that. thank you for even talking to me in the first place, thank you so much and I love you. 

@lesbianbias Nina. you’re such a soft and pure person, I'm so glad you were my skz anon and that I got to meet a wonderful person like you. you’re always showering me with love, and I always feel like I don’t deserve it. thanks so much for all the support, please, please never change. I love you and you’re amazing. thank you for being so chill as well. I'll make sure I'll return that love to you. 

@xiaocity siya. thank you so much for listening to me, you know what I'm referring to. I know you’re one of those who really deeply understands me and I'm thankful we got to talk, even just a bit. I'm always there if you need me, thank you for supporting me and my works, and be more confident in your writing, it’s good!! I think we actually have a lot in common too, so if you ever feel like talking, feel free to drop by in my dms.

@littlefallenrebel Sophie. we haven’t talked that much, but I feel like we should talk more. we have a lot more in common than we think, I'm sure of it. thank you for being you, thank you for the messages you’ve been spreading with your posts and reblogs. you’re an amazing person and I'm happy you’re my mutual because you’re a truly good person. 

@visualgiggles sam. thank you for your reblogs, whatever they’re about they never fail to cheer me up, whether they’re about tolerance or just memes, even the latter help me regain faith in humanity. we haven’t talked that much but I would gladly talk some more with you if you ever wanted to. you’re a wonderful person and I'm thankful you’re my mutual. 

@dreamypansexual I don’t think we’ve ever talked, I'm not even sure I know your name so I don’t want to say something wrong. but that doesn’t matter, because you’re still one of the people who make me feel the most validated here. hell, you literally have a pan flag as your layout (your user... I mean yeah). your posts are always making me feel so much better because it proves me that there are still such tolerant and open people out there, so thank you. 

@cloudyyboii honestly, I think it’s kind of the same as with your friend right above between me and you. it doesn’t matter though, thanks for the validation and the tolerance you’re spreading around. love you. 

@jxsng Kylie. I don’t think we’ve ever had a private conversation, but whatever. you’ve shown me lots of supports in every other way and you’re such a sweet and open person, I'm thankful you’re my mutual. I feel small next to people like you because I feel like you hold the whole world in your hands, you’re one of those meant to go places and it shows. I'll always support you too. thank you for everything and I love you.

@ggukksrose shims. you’re definitely one of the people who make me feel validated the most, so from the bottom of my heart, thank you. I always see you sticking up for others and telling the haters to go fuck off, and you even did that with me. you’re an amazing person, and I admire you for the confidence you’ve managed to achieve and I wish you the best in the future, I hope you’ll only get better and better with your fights and if anyone ever messes with you I'll be throwing hands. just say the word. I love you. 

@cypher-yngi Emerson, am I wrong? we’ve never talked though we’ve been mutuals for so long. from what I've seen, we have a lot in common and I'd be more than ok to have even a simple conversation with you, even if you said Orangina was good. you’re also one of those who have helped me feel valid and realise I'm not alone in this world, so if you’re ever feeling alone, and if you want to, let’s be alone together, maybe? gotta love FOB. also, you have amazing music taste. and you're a fellow yoongi stan, and that itself says a lot about the kind of person you are. thanks for existing and I love you.

@wonwonbebe ah... have you ever told me what your name was? I have terrible memory. doesn’t really matter. I love you, I'm so thankful that you were my anon and can’t believe you actually went through all that just to talk to me. you have no idea how thankful I am. you’re a wonderful person, and I'm so, so happy to see that my mutuals are all so amazing and tolerant. thanks for all the positivity. 

@psycho-robin-chan robin, right? we’ve talked a bit before. if you read what’s above, you’ll probably find some parts a bit familiar, haha. I actually loved this conversation with you, if that makes sense? it’s always interesting and it feels good to let it out. I also like seeing I'm not alone, and I like to think that when I speak about such things with people I might also be helping them feel better. so thanks, you also make me feel valid with your posts and reblogs, and you’re such a tolerant and open and chill person at such a young age. never change anything! thanks for being here and supporting me. 

@mirohell sage! we haven’t been mutuals for long, and I'm not expecting you to read everything I've written, it’s ok if you don’t, really. I just wanted to thank you real quick because you’re already showing me lots of support and I feel like we’ll be getting along well. if you want to read this, I'm sorry for putting so much on your shoulders so quick lmao, you’ll basically be knowing so much about me without having asked for anything. feel free not to read it, I'm repeating myself again but really, the actual important part of this post is this one where I thank you all individually. so thank you!! I'll do my best in supporting you in the future as well, and not only by showing your edits some love haha

@theminho min! we haven’t been mutuals for long either, but thank you for caring about me. thanks for even just following me. thanks for this message you’ve sent, it means a lot really. you don’t have to read all that I've written above either,, don’t feel pressured, I just wanted to thank you personally too for just being here and for the support. feel free to come talk to me whenever you want (if you ever want) and I'll be supporting you always!! 

@justlovingkpop my sweetheart, you’re just too cute and so supportive and loving. thank you so, so much for everything and for coming to talk to me!! I'll go reread some of your work soon to because I've missed it. thanks for existing, and know that I'm always there for you. love you lots. 

@strawb-milk-tea my babyyyy I'm going to repeat it but thank you and I love you and you’re so cute and you’re NOT a potato ok, you’re so, so pretty like I knew I was gay but phew... I feel valid too when I see you. long live the gays. 

@five-pence hey there! it’s been a while. hope you’re doing well. thank you for supporting me, thank you for making me feel valid as well, and I love you very much. I'm here whenever. 

@jooheonenthusiast yo. we’ve basically only talked bc of that one post I made, and it’s been enough to show me that you’re an amazing person and a bad bitch. thanks for your support and fuck the homophobes. I love you. 

@marriael adellum. you’re a really kind person. you’re so pure. and you make me me feel very much valid, love your profile pics from the last days by the way. thanks for existing and I'm glad you’ve joined us on the network, it’s a pleasure to have someone like you around. hope I'm not too much of a pain in the ass. 

@channiiebby gryphon. we’ve never talked privately, but you’re a sweetheart. thanks for being you. you’re valid and you know it, and that makes me feel valid too, so thanks for showing me it’s okay to be who you are. I love you.

that’s it. I'm out of words. I've been at this for like 2 hours now. if I think of anyone else, I'll just reblog and add them. but right now I feel totally empty because of all the emotion hive poured into all this and I need to recharge, so good night and I love you all. thank you for your time and attention. 

happy pride month everyone,

your friendly neighbourhood pansexual, zia. 

#on this note #good night everyone #I love y'all #rants #personal #<33 #sorry for bothering you all with this