#if I don’t ever finish it then I never have to say goodbye to Frey 🥺 right

[angeltannis]

I haven’t played In Tanta We Trust yet bc I’m not ready to accept that once that’s done there’ll most likely be no more Forspoken content ever again 🥺

#if I don’t ever finish it then I never have to say goodbye to Frey 🥺 right

[fishytrouble1]

Wanting More

JJxReader Fanfiction

Y/N P,O.V.

I never thought that I would fall in love with the man that I was only supposed to be having sex with. But here I am lying in his bed after having sex with him for the second time today. I can’t help but think about the fact that I want more than just sex with this man. I want a relationship with him.

I look at him as he cleans up after our little late night rendezvous and I can’t help but start imagining a life with him, my future with him. As he finishes up and gives me a smirk, I smile and start to prepare myself with enough courage to tell him my true feelings.

He lays down beside me and covers us both up with the duvet as he slowly places his arm around my shoulders before he starts bragging. “Well that’s the best we’ve ever had if I do say so myself.”

We both laugh at the size of his ego (granted he weren’t wrong) but I soon enough take a deep breath and start to pour my heart out, “JJ look we’ve been doing this friends with benefits arrangement for about a year now and we were friends for 2 years before that. In that time what I didn’t plan for was to fall in love with you. Which is why I’m asking if there’s even the smallest part of you that could possibly want something more than this with me?” 

After 5 minutes of there being no response I realised that the silence was my answer. I got out of the bed and started getting changed in a hurry, as I decided to release my anger at the same time.

“Well I’ll take the silence as my answer. The fact you haven’t answered yet means that you don’t have any part that feels that way. I’m sorry JJ but what ever this arrangement between us is, it’s over. I thought I’d be able to work through it if you didn’t want more but I love you too much to be able to carry on this friendship. It’ll be too hard to have you in my life, so don’t call or text. Just don’t try and contact me at all. Goodbye JJ.” 

I go to leave but he grabs my wrist, “ Wait Y/N. It’s not that I don’t love you I do, I just can’t  love you the same way you love me. I’m sorry.” He admits with a frown on his face.

“So am I JJ. So am I.” And with that I walk put of his apartment and out of his life for good.

JJ’s P.O.V.

2 weeks Later

It’s been two weeks and I’ve been trying to get in contact with her. I even went to her apartment but she wasn’t there. I know Y/N said not to but once I realised how I really felt I had to find her and tell her. Being without her made me realise that I wanted her for more than just sex. I’d fallen in love with her, her laugh, her smile, her company, just her.

“Hey Jide. Are you coming mate? We’ve got a party to get to.” Simon yells at me as he yells through my bedroom door whilst knocking on it.

We were throwing a surprise birthday for Vik today so we had invited all his friends and family along with anyone else he might of known. I just hope that Y/N will be there, I’m assuming she would be due tot he fact she is best friends with Talia and Freya. 

I need to set the record straight at this party and in my search for her, I was shocked at the sight my eyes caught.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

2 hours before the party. 

“Frey, I can’t go. I don’t want to see him. Because I know if I do I’ll never be able to move on.”

“Talia, just tell her already, Please she needs to know.” Freya pleads to Talia whilst I give them both a raised eyebrow of concern.

“Okay, look. Simon told me not to say anything but I’m going to. Apparently JJ has been trying to find you because he’s realised just how he feels about you. Simon said he’s been going mad without you.”

“Oh...Okay.” I sit down not quite sure what do to with this information. “You know it doesn’t matter what happened between us, I still love him and want to be with him. But I don’t want it to be easy for him, I want him to feel a little of the pain I felt when he couldn’t tell me two weeks ago.”

I’m brought out of my thoughts when my roommate Callux walks in. I was staying in his spare room the last few weeks knowing that JJ would never find me here. 

“Callux, my friend how would you feel about helping me make a certain Mr. Olatunji jealous?” I ask him with a slight smirk on my face.

“As long as you promise to protect me from him when he gets mad.” I nod at him to show him I would stop JJ before it gets that far.

But now a couple hours later JJ is stood between me and Callux shouting at him for trying to flirt with me. So I intervene, “JJ you don’t have the right to shout at him after the way you spoke to me two weeks ago. But that being said he was only pretending to flirt with me to make you jealous. I was hoping it would cause you to man up and fight for me unless you truly don’t feel the same way.”

He was shocked but tilted my chin up after I had looked to the floor after my outburst just then. He then spoke, “ Well played. In all honesty I realised as soon as you walked out of my apartment door what you truly meant to me and what it was that I lost. I’m sorry for letting you think I didn’t love you, I was just scared to let you in or that I couldn’t love you the same way. But now I realise that I truly do love you.

All I could do in response was grab his face and pull him in for a kiss. We were so lost in the kiss and the passion that we couldn’t even here the celebration of our friends behind us. Who knew that I would finally get my something more.

#jj olatunji #ksi #ksixreader #ksiolajidebt #sidemen fanfiction #sidemen #callux #vikkstar123 #miniminter #friendswithbenefits #party #jealousy

[kyloren]

i was never really into the jonsa ship, but that post of yours has got me really interested... do you have any fave fics of them??

welp, we’re going old-school, lads. prepare for some of my favourite fandom throwbacks well, I failed at that, I put some of the newer things on the list, too

CANON-VERSE:

Now You See Me: Kissed by fire, Ygritte thought to herself, just like me. 

Goodbye Means Going Away (And Going Away Means Forgetting): Memory is unreliable. No one understands this better than Rickon Stark.

Take My Crown Away (Don’t Smile So Sweetly, My Love): A world where everything is easier. Except for those who love, and love too much.

Build a Ladder to the Stars: Jon abandons the Night’s Watch to join Robb’s cause. After rescuing Sansa from King’s Landing, he and Sansa find themselves in a relationship they never saw coming.

A Winter’s Tale: The War of Three Dragons comes to the Vale, bringing Jon Snow and Sansa Stark together once more.

The Winter of Our Discontent: In the end it is Jon and his men of the Night’s Watch who come to take her back to Winterfell.

tell me true (who are you): Ned Stark brought a dark-haired, grey-eyed bastard babe home and called him son. Years later, Jon Targaryen does the same.

Lift Me Like an Olive Branch and Be My Homeward Dove: She never dreams of Jon Snow but in the end he is the one that comes for her under a Targaryen banner, the might of Winterfell and the North behind him with their father’s sword on his back.

The Whispering Ghosts (Left You Out In The Cold): Winter came and brought Jon home. [this is the first Jonsa fic I ever read, boy, did it fuck me up]

A Bronze Crown: In the end there are no knights. In the end Sansa must rescue herself. Based on the prompt: he doesn’t ride to her rescue; she comes north with her granduncle and the armies of the Vale to wage war on the Boltons, save his life and teach his assassins and the Boltons a sharp lesson.

how ruthless are the gentle*: “Yes, I do.” The easiest lie he’s ever told, by far. It came so naturally, he hardly thought of it as false. “She’s easy to love.”

Tell the Ones That Need to Know (We Are Headed North)*: After years of confinement in the Red Keep with Ned prisoner in the black cells, the Dragon Queen comes. With the knowledge that Jon Snow is actually a Targaryen, she agrees to let the Starks return to Winterfell only if Jon marries one of the Stark daughters. Sansa volunteers so they can all go home. Soon she figures out being married to Jon isn’t bad, but it is complicated.

Cripples, Bastards and Broken Things*: We know no King, but the King in the North whose name is Stark. 

Dragons of Red, Dragons of White*: An AU where the Battle of the Trident took place, but just between Rhaegar Targaryen and Robert Baratheon. Their duel and its outcome have ramifications that none could foresee. In the world built afterwards, dragons once again rule and roam Westeros, among them the son of a northern beauty and the king. Prince Jon and his kin, Stark and Targaryen alike, face new challenges from both without and within. Whatever the future holds, the Seven Kingdoms will learn that, whether in a coat of red or a coat of white, a dragon still has claws.

A Knight’s Watch: Jon Snow is forbidden to take the black by his father. Instead he sent to squire for a famous knight, beginning a long arduous journey that causes him to cross paths with characters he never would have. Along the way he learns truths long hidden and discovers love in the most unlikely of places.

The Conquest*: Three hundred years after Aegon the Conqueror built a new empire on the ashes of the Valyrian Freehold the known world is a place of war. The Targaryen Empire is pressed by enemies, the Seven Kingdoms war amongst themselves and forces contrive to pull them all apart.

Live Without Shame: When Catelyn’s treatment of Winterfell’s Bastard unexpectedly softens, Sansa reconsiders her relationship with Jon. But despite the revelations that ensue, Jon must and will always remain Winterfell’s Bastard and suffer its consequences.

The Tempered Kingdoms*:  After years of wars, death, destruction, politics, and White Walkers, a tentative calm has returned to Westeros partially due to the rulership of King Jon and Queen Daenerys. But politics rues its head again as Stannis Baratheon demands his right to rule, while the former Queen Cersei languishes in a cell, plotting her revenge against all who live above her. Sansa Stark is forced to return to King’s Landing after being found by the rumored lovers Jaime Lannister and Brienne of Tarth.

winterbloom: “You’ve traveled a long way for a rumor.” Sansa lives at the Wall under the protection of her brother Jon Snow, but when Sandor Clegane comes looking for her, she and Jon begin to realize that she is not as safe as they once hoped.

As History Changes: Jon agrees to accompany Stannis south to the Vale and he meets a person he did not expect to meet.

hold onto your heart (you’ll keep it safe): When Sansa turns eleven her wrist burns. She excitedly unwraps the cloth guarding her skin, waiting eagerly for the name to finish forming. The dark letters stop after only three and when Sansa leans in closer she realises that she knows that name and she knows that handwriting already.

carve your heart into mine: Sansa spent many evenings sewing her wedding dress by the fire, dreaming of her husband. The gown spilled out of her hands like a silver river, burning brighter from the light of the flames. She had embroidered it with a noble husband in mind, but she wed her lowborn love in the godswood, with snowflakes falling on her veil. 

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE:

Into the Darkness of the Grave: The tragic death of Eddard Stark’s cousin Lyanna brings her estranged son back to Winterfell House, the family’s old plantation home, for her funeral.

The Other Shoe: If anyone had told Sansa Stark that she would be married to Jon Snow, expecting a child with him at the age of nineteen she would have laughed at them. Not because Jon was a bad person, for he had slowly come out of his shell in the past seven years; not because she was young, her parents were married right out of Hogwarts; simply because Sansa Stark seemed to be the anthesis of a happy ending.

several sunlit days: Everyone knows you don’t date Robb Stark’s sisters unless you want to spend your days avoiding hexes and angry bludgers shot at your head. Too bad Jon’s traitorous feelings could care less.

the unexpected champion: Jon must swim to The Black Lake and retrieve something *cough* Sansa *cough* stolen from him. This task makes him realize who he should invite to the Yule Ball.

Where Did You Sleep Last Night: Sansa needs a new guitarist, Jon needs a new band, and the two of them definitely don’t need each other.

and labor till the work is done: Stark Industries is a family legacy she was hoping to avoid: Robb is a project manager, grooming to eventually be a partner, Arya is a summer intern with Bran sure to follow next year and Rickon in another three, and even Jon Snow, who is technically not family but who has been around for as long as Sansa can remember, works as an estimator. But Sansa is not who she was at sixteen or eighteen or even twenty and she’s still in the process of learning what’s truly important, like who she is, who she wants to be, and what kind of people she wants in her life.

One Of The Few Things: Jaime and Sansa spend a lot of time pining over Brienne and Jon together. Sometimes, they actually even do their jobs.

flower shaped heart*: Alayne Stone has lived her whole life in her hidden tower, forbidden by Mother to leave. But she yearns for an adventure like the ones in the songs, so when a man named Jon Snow crashes into her tower and into her life, she seizes the chance. They travel to King’s Landing where the floating lanterns shine each year on her nameday. The new world is exciting and frightening, but Jon Snow is there to guide her every step. He is not nearly as terrible as Mother said men are, though the rest of the world might be. Danger, betrayals, and lies form the steps of their journey as Alayne uncovers terrible secrets.

Crawl up to my Room: Jon left her side after a few moments of silence and she watched him leave with a quiet thought playing in her mind. He was her stepbrother for only a few hours, and she already found herself utterly fascinated and irritated with Jon Stark. 

in the summer, as the lilacs bloom: “You did tech in high school,” Sansa points out. (Yeah, I did tech because you were playing the lead and I was in love with you.) Jon doesn’t tell her that, though. Of course not. Instead he agrees to spend his summer stage managing this passion project of hers, and some trace of his seventeen-year-old self has dried out his throat at the thought of three months’ constant contact with Sansa.

Down from the Mountain: Sansa flies home from college after her older brother Robb, one of the country’s hottest young pitchers, is hurt in a car accident. Robb’s best friend Jon is there to help the Stark family in any way he can.

Little Bed in the Big Woods: “I stared at him for a solid five minutes because he looked like what I imagine god would look like if god was a lumberjack.”

A Game of Stars*: When the Mad Emperor hears that the Starks are Force-sensitive, he discovers the hidden rebel base on Hoth. He sends Jon there with one order: Burn them all. But bring the Stark children to Coruscant. It’s time for the two most powerful Force bloodlines in the galaxy to merge.

I’ll Pack My Goods for the Arkansas Woods*: When Sansa’s brother goes missing, it falls to her to defend the house and the woods against the greed of the Boltons and Freys. All of this would be much easier if she could fight fire with fire, and there’s a saying in the valley: that all the Starks are a little wild, and all the Targaryens are a little mad. Her cousin Jon just happens to be both.

In the Face of Death: On a long list of things Jon never expected, Sansa came top.

United States of Irreversible Oblivion: With the government losing its fight at the northern border, Sansa’s only hope is that one of its soldiers, Office Jon Snow, will return for her and save her from the horrors of a collapsing society.

remember me love when i’m reborn: ‘Longest Night’ has biggest night in hollywood history. “Joffrey wanted someone to make him famous, and as soon as Sansa wrote a movie for him that did just that, he left her in the dirt.”

Hear the Wolf*: The Starks are in Hogwarts. Sansa has to learn to stand up to her ex-boyfriend and Jon has to learn to face his past. They’re determined to do it alone. Will they ever admit they’re stronger together?

Somewhere in the Winter Woods*: Lost on her way to her grandmother’s cabin in the winter woods after running away from home, beautiful young Sansa thinks she’s run into trouble when she crosses a white wolf in the forest. Instead of harming her, the animal guides her to his master, a handsome warrior named Jon who lives in solitude and clothes himself in black.

* marks the ongoing stories. 

#jonsa #jonsa fanfiction #jon x sansa #sansa stark #jon snow #game of thrones #* #anonymous #ask box #in this tag resides fanfiction

[juliandev0rak]

Brand New City

But if I gave up on being pretty, I wouldn't know how to be alive I should move to a brand new city and teach myself how to die

-Mitski, Brand New City

Freya’s had enough of Vesuvia and her mother’s smothering. She needs to get out before it’s too late, before she’s trapped in an arranged marriage with someone she doesn’t even know, before she’s stuck living the life that’s been chosen for her, before she loses any last semblance of herself. 

This little fic details the night Freya leaves Vesuvia at age 16 to set off on her own.

It’s pretty angsty and includes brief examples of emotional abuse from a parent, so tread carefully if you’re sensitive to that!

Characters: my oc Freya Viano, her sister my apprentice Beatrice

Words: 1609

The carriage ride is long, made even longer by Freya’s inability to sleep. She hasn’t been this far from home before and as she looks out the window all she sees is darkness. The tears have long since stopped but now the guilt has set in, leaving her gnawing at her nails anxiously. She hadn’t decided to leave until last night, hadn’t even told her mother she was leaving. Really she hadn’t even meant to say goodbye to Beatrice, she’d just been caught leaving that morning. 

She bites back another round of tears as she thinks of her little sister’s face, pressed close against the window and teary eyed as she watched her leave. Freya hadn’t meant to leave Beatrice behind but it wasn’t like she could take a twelve year old with her to Port Tremaire. And besides, Aunt Cora had agreed to take Beatrice on as an apprentice in a few years, she’ll be fine. At least, that’s what she tells herself as she tries not to think of how angry her mother will be when she discovers Freya gone, and how she might take that out on Beatrice.

Their mother doesn’t mean to be cruel, no, she just wants her children to succeed. She expects them to follow a set path, one she herself hadn’t had the luxury of. Marriage to a rich man, a house in the Heart District, 2.5 kids and a perfectly run household- this was the only future awaiting Freya if she’s lucky enough to catch the eye of a gentleman. In fact, she already had. Freya knows she’s beautiful, her blonde hair and delicate facial features drawing attention wherever she goes, but she wants to be more than that. 

Her mother is already in the process of arranging her marriage to a rich merchant's son, a man she hasn’t even met. Freya’s only 16 so although she won't actually be married for a few years, she knows well enough that the longer she stays in Vesuvia the less chance she’ll have to leave. The choice to leave had been easy the more she thought about it. 

As she’d been trying to sleep the night before something in her had snapped and she realized that she needed to leave now, before she loses her nerve. So she’d packed her small bag with as much clothing as she could and crept out of the room she shares with her sister, trying to make as little noise as possible.

Her hand had just closed around the front door handle when she hears a voice behind her.

“Frey? Where are you going?” Beatrice says, rubbing her eyes to banish the early morning sleepiness.

“Beatrice, go back to sleep.” Freya whispers harshly, not wanting to wake their mother.

“Are you leaving?” Beatrice’s voice rises in panic. “No no no.. you can’t leave me!” she rushes forward, clinging to Freya’s arm.

“Beatrice be quiet!” Freya hisses, she really hadn't wanted to deal with her sister this morning. “I’m leaving, I can’t stay here anymore.” 

“What about me! Don’t leave me here!” Beatrice is in tears now and Freya sighs, pulling her into a hug.

“I promise you’ll be fine busy bea,” She whispers, the nickname making her sister calm down slightly. “I’ll see you again.” 

“That’s what Papa said, and he didn’t come back.” Beatrice says and Freya stiffens, they don’t talk about their father as a rule.

“Don’t compare me to him.” She spits, pushing her sister away from her. “You don’t know anything Beatrice, I have to go.” She opens the door and steps out, trying to break free from her sister who reaches for her arm.

“Don’t leave me!” Beatrice cries, looking absolutely tiny silhouetted in the doorway, wearing one of Freya’s old nightdresses which is much too large for her. 

“Goodbye, Beatrice.” Freya says, closing the door behind her. She can’t help but look back one last time, spotting Beatrice’s face pressed against the window. Freya tries to smile at her but falters, raising her hand to wave before turning away from her childhood home for the last time. 

She’d gone to her Aunt’s shop next, a place she’d only been once before. She doesn’t want to ask for help but she knows she needs it, she doesn’t have a coin to her name. It’s pouring rain and the path to the shop is confusing, she gets lost a few times before she finally spots the shop sign in the distance. Before she can even get up the courage to knock the door swings open.

“Freya dear, what’s wrong? I felt your aura approaching from quite a distance.” her Aunt steps out from behind the door, looking exactly as she remembered from the last time she’d seen her, years before. 

“I-” Freya starts, unable to think of where to start. Before she can try to stop it she bursts into tears. Aunt Cora ushers her inside and upstairs to her apartment, gesturing for her to sit on the couch as she prepares tea for the both of them. By the time a steaming mug of vanilla cinnamon tea is placed in her hand, Freya’s tears have stopped. 

“Now, tell me what’s wrong. Why have you come to see me?” Aunt Cora smiles gently at her. “Not that I’m unhappy to see you, but I know my sister wouldn’t have let you come here so I’m assuming this outburst has something to do with her.” 

Freya launches into an explanation, her mother’s smothering strictness, the arranged marriage, how trapped she feels in Vesuvia. Her Aunt doesn’t speak while she talks, just waits for her to finish before gently placing a hand on her niece’s arm. 

“That does sound like rather a lot to be dealing with at only sixteen.” She says, ignoring how Freya frowns at the word ‘only’. “My sister tries her best, but I know how it is to feel trapped. I myself left home at your age, seeking out a magic teacher who could help me learn.” 

“I don’t have magic, you know that.” Freya says somewhat bitterly. Magic had always been a source of contention for her, she’d tried so hard to force it but it seems that her younger sister had gotten all of the magical ability in the family.

“You do, Freya, just not the kind that manifests into visible power.” Her Aunt explains, “We all have magic.” 

“I don’t.” Freya says firmly, she’s tired of Beatrice always encouraging her to just “try again!’ and she doesn’t want to hear it from her Aunt either. If they only knew how much Freya wishes she had magic, how much she wishes it could take her somewhere far away from here,

“Well, Freya, what do you intend to do?” Aunt Cora asks, and suddenly Freya realizes that she doesn’t really know.

“I want to go to a big city somewhere far away from here, that’s all I know.” 

So here she is a few hours later, in a carriage headed to Port Tremaire, the largest city she could think of that’s within a day’s trip. She’s heard there’s a university there that accepts students even if they can’t pay the full tuition. She doesn’t know what she wants to study yet, but she wants to learn something for herself, something non-magical, something she can finally be good at. Her Aunt lent her a bit of money, but she knows she’ll need to find a way to succeed on her own. She’s counting on it. 

She arrives at the inn, the largest one in the city, and pays for the carriage, trying not to show her fear as she takes in the bustling city in front of her. If she thought Vesuvia was busy, it’s nothing compared to this crush of people. She’d always been accompanied by her mother in the city, never alone like she is now. 

I won’t break down again, she tells herself, I’ll be strong. 

It isn’t until she’s checked into a room, her home for the foreseeable future, that she lets the facade crack a bit. Part of her misses home, the silence of the room too loud without the sounds of Beatrice sleeping beside her, but she mentally chides herself, this is your home now. She’s exhausted, she should be able to fall asleep easily in the comfortable inn bed, but every time she closes her eyes she sees the face of her little sister. She tries to chase the image away, to tell herself that Beatrice will be fine without her.

In the back of her head she hears the voice of her mother chiding her, the same words she’s heard her whole life.

“You’ll never be good at anything, it’s a good thing you’re pretty.” 

“Good girls are meant to be seen, not heard.”

“Girls like you need people to tell them what to do, you could never make it through life without me.” 

She makes a vow to herself that night: she doesn’t need any of them, not her mother, not Beatrice. The second she can she’ll pay her Aunt back, she won’t be indebted to anyone. Most of all, she tells herself that she won’t return to Vesuvia until she can be proud of her accomplishments. She won’t go back until she’s better than anyone ever thought she could be. 

The old Freya is weak, the old Freya cries and needs her little sister for comfort, the old Freya is nothing but a beautiful, vapid, empty shell. 

The old Freya needs to die. 

The new Freya is so much more than a pretty face, and she doesn’t need anyone else.

#shes got quite the past and this is just the beginning... #all you need to know about freya is that there are multiple mitski songs on her playlist sjjdsfdsfj #i am avoiding every responsibility in my life to write rn oops #why do i use italics for drama so often i cant stop help #anyways if you read this angsty mess thank you ily #freya viano #beas ocs #the arcana fan apprentice

[artificialqueens]

(Treat Me Nice) Never Let Me Go, 15/15 (Branjie) - Pinkgrapefruit

[ chapter 15. pretty woman ]

“Darryl is out front with the limousine,” Nina says, handing the AmEx card back. “Come again soon.”

They’ve been friends for a long time, and yet they always let the professional pretenses slide up again. Brooke is starting to think it’s a defence mechanism for her, so she squeezes Nina’s hand in a way that tries to convey love and gratitude and the knowledge that she can be relied on.

They nod at each other before Brooke turns to the door, and Nina may or may not watch her walk away. Brooke would too - her ass looks fantastic in the slacks.

[ pretty woman au ]

A/N - I genuinely cannot believe this is over. I’ve been writing it for 14 months, posting it for 11 and it’s become an integral part of who I am on this platform. I’m not being dramatic here - it’s been formative in my writing and i’m so proud of writing an almost 35K fic. Thank you to Frey for being here the whole time and loving it even when I found it hard to love and thank you all for sticking around. Please tell me what you think of it - what you’ve thought the whole time and stick around to see what i’ll come up with next.

I love you all! <3

*

Vanessa stands in the lobby. She wonders if she looks as lost as she feels - just standing there - waiting for someone to call her out or tell her to leave or ask her to stay. She holds her bags with purpose, though she’s not sure what that is yet. Luckily, Nina seems to think she looks pretty lost too, and she stands next to her, just watching the world keep turning outside the hotel entrance.

Vanessa looks at her and smiles. “Hey Nina.” Her voice is light, but it’s tired.

“Miss Vanessa,” Nina acknowledges, still staring straight ahead, arms clasped in front of her - twiddling her wedding band.

“I wanted to say goodbye,” Vanessa tells her, and Nina shakes her head, a smile playing on her lips. The brunette has been a nuisance, but she is a nuisance that will be missed dearly.

“I gather you’re not accompanying Miss Hytes back to Canada, then?” Nina asks, her tone bordering on curious, but then again - that would be quite uncouth.

“Come on, Nins,” Vanessa chuckles, “you and me live in the real world… most of the time.” Nina has to laugh at that, and it’s polite, but still manages to reverberate around Vanessa’s heart. They sigh in unison and Vanessa looks towards the outside once more.

Nina follows her gaze to the taxi station. “Have you arranged for transportation?” Vanessa shakes her head, and so she adds, “allow me,” before pacing back to the desk for a minute or so.

When she returns, she has Darryl at her heel. “Darryl,” she addresses, and it makes Vanessa smile to see what a boss bitch Nina is.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Please, take Miss Vanessa anywhere she wishes to go.” Darryl nods compliantly and stands back while the two women say their goodbyes. It’s bittersweet, Nina is the closest thing to a Mama that Vanessa has had since she moved to California (except maybe Trixie, but Trixie would kill her if she ever said it). “It’s been a pleasure,” she tells Vanessa with a small smile.

Vanessa wants to drop all her bags and hug her, but she refrains, nodding politely.

“See you around, Nina.”

*

Brooke wakes up the next morning to an empty bed. It shouldn’t shock her, the feeling of the cool linens on the other side of the mattress, she’s the one who made Vanessa leave - at least that’s what she’s telling herself.

The idea that Vanessa left on her own hurts a little more, that she wouldn’t stay.

She packs quickly - portable radio and suits and lucky watch all put away with speed, because she feels this urge to get out. She needs air, space, somewhere less reminding of Vanessa.

She left her bodysuit from the first night. It must have fallen down in the wardrobe and she didn’t check the floor - Brooke wants to laugh at the rookie mistake, but it smells like cigarettes and her, and it makes her want to cry.

Courtney knocks with a patient smile, and Brooke just lets her in to grab the cases.

“Is this all?” She asks.

Brooke nods. “Just drop it downstairs, thanks.”

She takes one last sweeping look around the room, hands stuffed in the pockets of her navy slacks. She sighs, looking to the clear door of the mini fridge that reminds her to pay the room service tab before she leaves. Stalking over to it, she pulls out a non-alcoholic beer and takes it onto the balcony, yearning for something that reminds her of Vanessa. She stands, elbows propped on the hard concrete, looking over Los Angeles for longer that she would admit. For the first time she might just miss it - miss her.

When she finishes the beer, she places it on the side board and leaves, closing the door softly. She doesn’t like to slam doors - likes the idea that she can always open them again and go back. She doesn’t like hard endings. She doesn’t like a definite finish.

*

Vanessa pulls herself up so she’s sitting on the counter of the kitchen she shares with Silky. It’s her spot - the one she would occupy while Silky cooked (or burnt things and then ordered take out). Silky would usually swat at her to get down, tell her she was spoiling the work surface by sticking her ass on it, but Vanessa would just smile sweetly and stick her tongue out, drinking whatever cheap liquor they’d bought and tasting whatever horrible concoction Silky would mix up.

She misses those days. They were the hard kind of easy, but everything felt worth it. Silky raises an eyebrow at her, hand resting on a tatty suitcase.

“Chicago ain’t that great, you know,” Vanessa tells her longingly. “It’s cold and foggy and the winters will suck.” Silky just chuckles at her pout, pulling one of the kitchen chairs until she is sat opposite Vanessa.

“I need to do this, Ness,” she tells her, and it’s the most real and quiet and contemplative Vanessa has ever seen her. “I’ll wear a sweater, don’t you worry.”

Vanessa huffs. “What are you gonna do there?” She complains, not caring how petulant she sounds.

“Get a job? Finish high school?” Silky offers up, but she’s smiling so much that Vanessa finds it hard not to smile with her. “I’ll miss you, but I need to get out and you gave me the means.”

“So it’s my fault?” Vanessa quips, and Silky hits her thigh playfully. “I’ll miss you too,” she adds softly. She jumps off the counter and moves to rummage around in the bags she’s yet to upack. She finds an envelope and takes a wad of cash from it, holding it out in front of her in a motion for Silky to grab it.

“What’s this?”

“The Brooke Lynn Hytes Scholarship fund. We think you got a lot of potential Silky Ganache.” Silky mock salutes her, and they just look at eachother quietly for a minute.

“I’ll miss you,” Vanessa repeats, eyes watery.

“I’ll see you again, Vanessa Hytes.”

“Bitch.”

“I gotta split. Goodbyes make me weep.”

Vanessa hugs her goodbye and then she’s gone, and Vanessa is all alone in the apartment with it’s creaky water pipes and sticky counters. The draft from the window chills her ankles, and she tries not to cry as she makes a cup of tea and sips it by the fire escape.

*

Brooke greets Nina with a warm smile that exudes gratitude. She rests her hands on the front desk, elbows locked so she can stretch her back from it’s permanent hunch. She misses the feeling of confidence she used to have when she stood tall and didn’t feel like there was something she was missing. She exhales a long breath through her nose and tries to regain the regularity in the beating of her heart.

“Miss Hytes,” Nina greets to keep up appearances.

“Nina,” Brooke replies, because she is finding more and more of a disdain for the politics of politeness. “Do you have any messages for me?” It’s a dance they do every morning she stays there, and Nina doesn’t even have to wait to be asked to be searching for it.

She shakes her head softly. “I’m afraid not.” She takes Brooke’s AmEx card and swipes it for her to clear all the tabs. “Will you be needing a car to the airport?”

Brooke nods. “Darryl?” She asks, and Nina calls for him. He appears behind Brooke in a matter of moments, grabbing the handles of her cases in a move to carry them to the car.

“Darryl took Vanessa home yesterday,” Nina smiles as she tells Brooke - a twinkle in her eye, and Brooke wants to call out her interfering, but she just scrunches her nose instead. “May I, Brooke?”

Brooke nods apprehensively, waiting to see what Nina will say. “It must be difficult to let go of something so beautiful.”

A smile flutters across Brooke’s face before she can stop it - her pale red lips twisting upwards. Her eyes light up and her cheeks flush.

“It’s horrible.” She lets herself admit as if they were alone in a quiet room and she was telling a deep and dark secret - voice cracking uncomfortably.

“I hope you find her again,” Nina tells her earnestly - twisting the band on her finger like a lifeline. Brooke can connect the dots - read the suggestion Nina is giving her like a newspaper, and for the first time, she is receptive to it. Receptive to the idea that Vanessa might be her Monét.

“Darryl is out front with the limousine,” Nina says, handing the AmEx card back. “Come again soon.”

They’ve been friends for a long time, and yet they always let the professional pretenses slide up again. Brooke is starting to think it’s a defence mechanism for her, so she squeezes Nina’s hand in a way that tries to convey love and gratitude and the knowledge that she can be relied on.

They nod at each other before Brooke turns to the door, and Nina may or may not watch her walk away. Brooke would too - her ass looks fantastic in the slacks.

She slides into the back seat of the limo with a sigh, catching Darryl’s eye in the rear-view mirror. “LAX,” she tells him, but her voice must waiver, because Darryl squints at her.

“You sure, Ma’am?”

She sighs painfully and shakes her head, fingers raking through her blonde hair in a way that’s just rough enough to ground her.

“No. Take me to a flower shop,” she sounds definite.

*

The chatter through the neighbourhood is warm and friendly - a mixture of accents and dialects floating in the breeze like cherry blossoms, scattering on the pavement. Two boys play football underneath one of the fire escapes. They take turns kicking it in their ratty trainers, cheering when one can get it into the dumpster across the street. Cars honk, but it’s not angry.

There is a street vendor selling churros and honey peanuts, and the smell wafts down the street till the air feels sticky from something other than the heat.

The buildings are yellowed - a pale shade of ochre, peeling in areas to expose solid bricks, and fire escapes wind up the outsides of all the buildings - six or seven storeys high. Someone is playing country music out of their open window.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, french classical music winds its way through the buildings. It’s so achingly familiar to Vanessa that she pulls her attention away from Fantasia on the TV and sticks her head out of her open window, chuckling as she sees her neighbours relaxing on their fire escapes. A chatter amasses with the approaching music, talk of a limo that spreads faster than the car can drive, and Vanessa finds her heart catching in her throat as she strains her neck to see further down the street. And then it appears.

The sun roof of the limo is open, and Darryl is driving painfully slowly, because Brooke is standing on the back seat, poking out of the hole in the roof from her waist up. Her hair looks remarkably well kept, considering both the sticky heat and the slight breeze that feel like they are fighting each other. She has one hand braced against the roof, and the other is waving a bouquet of roses the same colour as Vanessa’s dress for the ballet was. All of the windows of the car are open and Darryl has the music switch from french classical to an orchestral version of the Disney theme tune.

Vanessa wants to cry.

“Princess Vanessa!” Brooke calls out, her stupid blue eyes wide and joyful before they disappear under the roof. The back door opens, and Vanessa clasps her hands to her mouth to choke back either a sob or a laugh. She’s not quite sure.

Brooke’s smile only falters when she steps out of the car and realises just how high up Vanessa’s apartment is, gulping so visibly that Vanessa actually does laugh.

“You’re making it awfully hard to rescue you,” Brooke calls up, and Vanessa gives an exaggerated shrug.

“It’s cheap with a nice view,” she yells back, grinning so widely it hurts.

She watches as Brooke seems to toy with a couple of ideas, looking between the bouquet in her hand and the precarious looking stairs. She even appears to contemplate throwing the flowers, but Vanessa shakes her head violently, and Brooke comes to her senses.

She places the plastic wrapped roses between her teeth - the bouquet barely fitting - and begins climbing, hands gripping the rails with a death grip.

“They’re perfectly safe,” Vanessa shouts down to tease her, and Brooke goes to flip her middle finger up, but can barely remove her hand from the rail. She may have conquered her fear of the stone balcony with it’s high wall, but she’s not quite ready for the barely there metal grating.

It takes an awfully long time for Brooke to reach her, but Vanessa is laughing the whole time - watching her tall, gorgeous blonde try and climb the fire escape like it’s a waterslide and she’s going the wrong way. When she gets there, Vanessa grabs the bouquet out of Brooke’s mouth, throwing it through the open window.

And then she kisses her, and she’s pretty sure the world could end and she would be none the wiser.

When Brooke pulls away, she keeps her face mere inches away. “What happens once the knight rescues the princess?” She asks, breathlessly.

Vanessa smiles, eyes twinkling with happiness. “She saves her back.”

[ fin ]

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And The Livin's Easy, Chapter Six (Multi) - Zyan

a/n: SHE’S HERE! i’m sorry for the wait, but she’s here. :D god, i’m already getting emotional. another fic comes to an end. i hope you’ve enjoyed the ride! i’ll try to have the seventh chapter out by the weekend. a million thanks to frey for putting up with me, and the jankie candle gc for screaming at me to finish this! love you guys. 💕

“Y’know, second place isn’t all that bad,” Scarlet comments, taking a spoonful of ice cream. Yvie hums in response, sipping on her watermelon smoothie.

It’s been a few hours since the competition ended, and Yvie managed to get second place, with Jaida winning the competition. They were sitting at the beach, sprawled in Scarlet’s blanket, eating ice cream as they watched the sunset.

“At least I got a trophy,” Yvie says, reaching for the small second place plastic trophy she’d been given and chuckling slightly. It’s not what she wanted, but at least she made it to the top three. It bruises her pride a little, though, since she won last year. But there’s always the next summer.

“And, as a consolation prize, you get a dinner with me and the finest burritos on the whole island,” Scarlet adds with a wink. Yvie laughs wholeheartedly, it sure sounds like a good plan.

“That sounds even better than the first place prize,” Yvie says earnestly, and Scarlet coos. She’s never been particularly cheesy, but she just can’t help it when she’s around Scarlet. The girl wears her heart on her sleeve and doesn’t hesitate to make cheesy jokes and comments; she’s sickeningly sweet, and Yvie tries her best to reciprocate those feelings.

Yvie looks at Scarlet — really looks at her, taking in her red hair glowing under the dying Sun, her porcelain-like skin, and pouty lips. She doesn’t think she’s seen someone this gorgeous before, and Yvie’s travelled all around the world following her passion.

She notices an ice cream stain in the corner of Scarlet’s mouth, so she brings her thumb to clean it, catching Scarlet’s attention in the process.

“You got something here…” she mumbles absent-mindedly, pulling her thumb away. “There.”

Scarlet musters a thank you, touching where Yvie’s thumb was just moments ago, and suddenly there’s a cheeky smile blooming in her face.

“Y’know, you got something on your face too,” she says, leaning in closer to Yvie’s face, and before Yvie can say anything, Scarlet steals a kiss from her.

It’s quick, but it’s tender, and it makes Yvie melt.

“There,” Scarlet chirps, barely withdrawing her lips.

Yvie hums thoughtfully, knitting her brows in a frown.

“I think now you got something on your face, here.” Yvie closes the distance between them again, and she can feel Scarlet smile against the kiss. This time, it’s slower, much more careful and soft; it makes butterflies fly in Yvie’s stomach, and it reminds her of when she was younger and kissed girls behind the bleachers.

At the back of her brain, Yvie knows it’ll be hard to say goodbye to Scarlet once their time together is over, but she doesn’t want to think much about it, so instead she cups Scarlet’s face and pulls her even closer.

*

Vanessa feels herself spiraling with anxiety.

Kameron couldn’t make it to the competition, but she blew up her phone with encouraging texts and promises of endless kisses and orgasms once they see each other again. A part of Vanessa can’t wait to be back between her arms and pepper her face with kisses, telling her about how much fun she’s had during these weeks and how much she’s missed her.

The other part, however, feels absolutely guilty whenever she remembers Brooke knows about them now, when she thinks of how she’s probably ruined their relationship and regrets ever asking Kameron out.

But, as Crystal said, she’s no one’s property, and she’s free to date whoever she wants, even if it just happens to be her ex’s cousin. They’re free women.

They’re getting together to celebrate Jaida later tonight at April’s hotel room. She knows Brooke will be there, so she takes a vow and decides she’ll talk to her about this and set things straight. They’re grown adults; they should know how to communicate.

Though her bravery goes out the window the moment Crystal declares she’s not coming.

“Gigi asked me out before the competition, and I said yes, because I clearly didn’t know Jaida would win. I’m sorry, Vanj, I can’t cancel it,” she says, sounding truly apologetic as she puts on her lipstick. “Listen, it’s just a little reunion, like that night at the beach. Just try to keep your cool, don’t drink much. and ignore Brooke to the best of your abilities. I believe in you, girl, as long as they don’t play ‘Tusa’ you’ll be fine.” Crystal dismisses it with a wave of her hand, putting down the lipstick.

Vanessa groans, rubbing her eyelids as she flops into the couch in Crystal’s room.

“Glass, I can’t do that and you know it. I have to talk with Brooke Lynn and put an end to this petty shit. Kameron wants me to meet her side of the family and I ain’t about to stand awkward family reunions with Brooke,” Vanessa rants, and Crystal turns her attention to her, cocking one skeptical brow.

“D’you think you’ll be able to do that without ending up screaming at each other?” Crystal inquires, staring intently at Vanessa. She knows her friend like the back of her hand, and it’s a known fact that a petty Vanessa mixed with alcohol can’t end up well. Least of all if her ex is in the same room.

Vanessa takes a deep breath and nods, “I think it’s time I woman up and talk to her like an adult, ‘cause this beef seems like something straight outta some shit rom-com.”

“You love rom-coms, though,” Crystal points out, making Vanessa roll her eyes.

“Well, yeah, but this ain’t ‘The Notebook’. I’m not gonna abandon Kameron for Brooke so we can kiss in the rain,” she replies matter-of-factly, and though Crystal wants to make a witty comment, she desists from it. She sounds dead serious.

She smiles softly, going towards the couch and sitting beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m proud of you, Vanj,” she says earnestly, and Vanessa smiles at her.

“Thanks, Glass. Now, you better get your shit together for that date, ‘cause between the two of us, you’re the one that’s living her Notebook fantasy,” Vanessa jokes, making Crystal laugh loudly as a blush creeps on her cheeks.

*

Gigi is waiting for her outside of Sal’s, wearing a baby blue dress ending above the knee with cloud prints on it and white flats, her auburn hair pulled into a ponytail; a smile breaks onto Crystal’s face, not only because she looks as pretty as always, but also because it seems like Gigi remembered her comment about finding her cute when she’s smaller than her.

They lock eyes when Crystal is near enough and Gigi smiles sweetly at her, standing on her tiptoes to give her a quick kiss.

“How long have you been waiting for me?” Crystal asks, lacing her hand with Gigi’s and guiding her inside.

“Not long; my friend Jan has a date too, I just dropped her off at her girl’s hotel,” Gigi comments innocently, and Crystal hums to let her know she’s listening as she fetches for a table.

They finally find one, near the bar that’s still closed, and settle themselves. Soon a waiter comes by, but because Crystal is already familiar with the entire menu, she places her order on the spot, while Gigi studies the card for a moment.

“You really weren’t lying when you said you know this place by heart,” Gigi giggles, looking back and forth between the menu and Crystal.

Crystal smiles giddily, wondering if she should babble about how this place has endless memories from her childhood and teenage years, holding a special place in her heart, with its menu and staff and Sal himself. She usually doesn’t give too much of herself away to girls she’s never going to see again, but Gigi feels special for some reason. As if she isn’t just a simple summer fling.

So she tells her about the first time she came there without getting into the details, when she was just eight and her gay awakening came in the form of a nice woman that caught her staring at her surfboard and offered to teach her.

Gigi laughs, quipping with her own stories about how she got into fashion — the old Barbie movies seemed to take a great part of the blame, along with making her have a short lived ballet phase.

They share stories, jokes, and dreams for their future, and it’s a whole lot more of what Crystal would give away to someone that’s going to be a stranger in a few weeks, a vague memory as years go by and her face fades from her mind. But the fact Gigi doesn’t think twice before telling her her personal things pushes Crystal to be a bit more open too.

Perhaps this is why she’s becoming a tad too attached to Gigi; none of the girls she’d spent previous summers with cared for her, let alone opened up to her. They would just shoot her messages detailing at which bar or club they would be, or what was their room number.

None of them came to see her at a competition, or texted her weird memes they’d found, sent her videos of weird shit their roommates did during the day, stayed up until the wee hours of the morning texting her or stayed longer after sex.

Gigi is special, and maybe Crystal feels so strongly about her because she hasn’t been on a proper date in a long time, or met someone with whom she just clicked, but it goes without a say that it’ll hurt when they have to part ways.

Though right now, she tries to push that to the back of her brain and act as if they both are there — and the summer is endless and they have a whole life ahead of them.

*

“How long do you think it’ll take until some shit goes down between Vanessa and Brooke?” Monique asks her girlfriend nonchalantly, as she nudges on her drink. Monét laughs, trying to keep it down not to draw attention to them.

There’s definitely some tension in the room, especially between Brooke and Vanessa, that glance at each other when they think no one’s looking. They’re in opposite corners of the room, with Brooke talking with Plastique, who has a smile plastered on her face at all times despite the situation, and Vanessa staying mostly by April’s side, though she drifts to talk with Jaida and the girl she brought —Jan, apparently— from time to time.

Yvie is floating around, striking a conversation with everyone and trying not to interrupt whatever Brooke and Plastique have going on.

Monét and Monique just stay out of the drama, watching everything go down as they snicker and sip on their drinks.

“Three more vodka sodas; give or take a strawberry daiquiri, and you’ll have Vanessa asking for the aux cord to play ‘Tusa’,” Monét replies after quickly scanning the room. Monique laughs in that dorky way that makes Monét’s heart flutter, and she smiles.

“I don’t know, ‘Nét, Crystal’s not here. You know Vanessa doesn’t like strawberry daiquiris unless they’re prepared by her,” Monique adds, thoughtfully. Monét hums in agreement, taking a long sip from her drink.

“Well, whatever happens, happens,” Monét declares with a shrug as Monique snuggles to her side, holding her drink in one hand and her phone in the other.

Before she can say anything, Monique snaps a picture of her as she sips her drink and smiles cheekily at her, planting a kiss on her cheek when she protests.

“Stop complaining, you look cute!” She insists, but Monét rolls her eyes playfully. To Monique, she would look cute freshly woken up, with her hair a complete mess and her face scrunched up in a frown as she takes in the light of the room. Monét finds it adorable and delusional at the same time.

“Of course you say that, you’re my girlfriend. You’re contractually obligated to find me cute,” she jokes, flipping her short hair over her shoulder and earning a playful slap in the arm from Monique.

“Oh, shut up, miss ‘I’ve been pining for you for the last two years and I’ve decided to tell you over fucking Zoom’,” Monique quips back with a shit-eating grin. Monét immediately gets flustered, looking away in embarrassment. It had been almost a year since then, and Monique still likes to rub that in her face whenever she gets the chance.

At that moment, Monét thought it was a good idea — she was spending the summer with her family in Saint Lucia, and Monique was constantly babbling about this girl she’d met during the competition, who ultimately ended up ghosting her. Monét’d been planning to confess her feelings to her, but ultimately they were crashed the moment Monique went on a rant on how girls always left her hanging and she felt like utter shit.

It had been an awkward couple of seconds until Monique admitted she always found her attractive and to hit her up once she was back in New York City.

Several dates later, and there they were, being the bane of their friends existence whenever they got cheesy.

Monique leaves a soft kiss on Monét’s lips as she goes back to snuggling against her, taking another sip from her drink.

They are too wrapped up in their bubble to notice Vanessa is now talking with Brooke, while Plastique absentmindedly sipps on her drink and Jaida and her date are trying to distract her. April is just sitting in the other side of the room, a drink in her hand, as she chats with Yvie, and they steal not-so-subtle glances at the pair.

Monique drags Monét towards Jaida and Plastique, because she’ll be damned if she misses out the drama.

“What’d we miss? We looked away just for a moment!” Monique dramatizes, trying to be subtle. Jaida rolls her eyes playfully.

“They’re trying to be goddamn adults, that’s what they’re doing,” she replies, making Jan giggle.

“At least they’re trying. My friends, Jackie and Nicky, think we don’t know there’s something going on between them, or was going on, at least. They get all weird when we mention it,” Jan babbles, slurring ever so slightly. “I wonder what’re they doing. They stayed at the house with Brita, but Brita apparently has a family dinner or something. I hope they get their shit together,” she continues, and Jaida subtly takes her drink away.

“We’ll keep our fingers crossed for them too,” Monét offers, stealing a glance at Brooke and Vanessa.

*

Jackie finds it horribly convenient that she and Nicky are all alone at the house after all the jokes they had to endure during these weeks.

Of course Gigi and Jan have dates tonight, and of-fucking-course Brita is also out. That leaves just the two of them. All alone in the house, and alone together for the first time in a long while.

Jackie tries not to let the memories of their last time being just the two of them get to her, because they’re on good terms now, right? Things get awkward sometimes, when they’re at the club or some bar or at whatever social gathering that includes alcohol, and Nicky goes after girls with brown wavy hair and glasses that look just an itty bitty bit like Jackie, after she’s had more than a few drinks.

Or when they’re studying together and Jackie hums along the lines of Aya Nakamura’s songs, Nicky’s favorite French singer, and the irony isn’t lost on Jackie how Nicky used to dedicate her the same songs she hums under her breath.

Or when they have sleepovers and Nicky goes to sleep on the complete opposite side of the room, and the memories flood Jackie’s mind. Of lazy mornings, sleepy kisses, and having breakfast in bed despite Jackie’s protests. “You’re going to make a mess and I’m gonna be the one that’ll have to clean up,” she used to say, and Nicky would just shut her up with a kiss and a promise of not doing it again, only to repeat the process the next time she stayed the night.

Sometimes the memories got a little too overwhelming, and in consequence she pushes Nicky away, avoids her in real life and social media, until her old feelings die out again and she can live in peace.

But now that she’s drowning in feelings she thought were buried and memories that make her heart skip several beats, there’s no way of escaping Nicky without making her suspicious.

“How do you fancy pizza from two nights ago for dinner?” Nicky calls out from the kitchen as Jackie sits uneasy in the living room couch, trying to focus on whatever garbage reality show is on. She flicks a few channels again before taking a deep breath and answering.

“Isn’t it pineapple pizza? No, thank you, I prefer cooking,” Jackie tries to sound witty as she replies, vaguely looking at Nicky, who’s perched at the kitchen’s door frame, looking at her intently, before she turns her attention back to the TV.

“That’s a good idea, though. I think there are enough spices to do some shawarma, and there’s some chicken left from when we tried to do chicken tacos,” Nicky trails off, going back into the kitchen. Jackie finally pulls herself off the couch to follow her, worried about Brita’s kitchen.

“Didn’t you burn an egg the other day?” She asks, slightly concerned as she watches Nicky stand on her tiptoes to reach the top shelve.

“I mean, yes, but that was Gigi’s fault! She distracted me,” she complains with a whine. Jackie chuckles softly, coming closer to her.

“Oh, really? How so?” She inquires, trying to sound amused.

“Um, well, she was making some dirty jokes, like she always is,” Nicky explains, her voice coming off as more airy and trembling than it usually is.

Jackie tenses, biting the inside of her cheek. She understands without the need of asking more questions.

“Ah,” she musters, shifting her weight from one foot from another. Nicky lets an excited squeal once she fetches all the spices from the shelve. “Do you want to, uh, do you want help maybe? Just to make sure you don’t burn down the house,” Jackie offers, stumbling with the words a little.

Nicky looks at her over her shoulder. “If you want to.” She shrugs, turning around, perching herself on the counter.

Jackie licks her lips, trying to keep her cool. “Alright.”

She tries their best to stay focused at the task at hand, taking over for the most part and instructing Nicky how much spice to sprinkle or how to cut the chicken, and it’s generally chill; there’s not as much tension as Jackie would’ve expected, but her breath still hitches in her throat when their hands occasionally brush or when either Nicky or her have to perch themselves against the counter so the other can cross the narrow space in the kitchen to get something.

Their proximity makes Jackie clench her jaw, the tips of her fingers itching to reach for Nicky’s face and capture her lips in a long overdue kiss and—

She shouldn’t be thinking about this.

She shouldn’t be thinking of Nicky like that.

Before she notices, they’re ready to fry the spiced chicken, and Jackie is rummaging through the bottom shelves to find a frying pan they can use.

“Nicks, do you remember where Brita said—” She leaves her sentence unfinished, as she turns around just when Nicky was trying to make her way to the end of the counter, so now they’re pressed against each other, face to face.

Nicky looks absolutely flustered, cheeks growing pink with each second that passes. She clears her throat before speaking, not moving an inch.

“What Brita said about what?” She inquires in the same breathy tone as before, and Jackie’s stomach twitches.

“About the frying pans. I’m trying to find one, but, uh, there’s- there’s nothing there,” Jackie manages to stammer out. The scent of Nicky’s perfume is intoxicating, it fills her nostrils and it makes her knees go weak. But she stays firmly put where she is.

Nicky cocks one of her perfectly painted eyebrows, a small smirk appearing on her face as she reaches for something behind Jackie in the counter, their faces being now closer than ever.

“It was right behind you, chérie; I told you I left it there, but you didn’t listen to me, it seems,” Nicky nonchalantly says, shamelessly staring at Jackie’s lips. Her breath is hot against her skin, and Jackie finds herself lost in Nicky’s piercing gaze.

Jackie knows too damn well that the slightest move would cause their lips to brush, and then it’d be game over for her.

She wants to move away, but she’s glued to her position for some unholy reason, just staring at Nicky wordlessly as her breath becomes ragged.

Then, Nicky aims to close the distance between their mouths.

And Jackie turns her face away, with Nicky’s kiss landing on her cheek instead.

There’s an awkward silence as Nicky steps back, seeming absolutely mortified.

“I said, ‘Don’t kiss me until you get your shit together.’ and I stand by that. Don’t make things harder than they already are, Nicky,” Jackie speaks calmly, almost somber. Her skin burns in the spot where Nicky’s lips had been just moments ago, and the tears already start prickling in her eyes.

She can’t believe Nicky could be this cruel.

“Merde, Jackie, I didn’t mean- I wasn’t trying-” Nicky struggles to get a coherent sentence out, and Jackie is already pulling away from her, their closeness too much to bear. “Jackie, listen,” she pleads, and Jackie forces herself to meet Nicky’s gaze.

She seems truly sorry.

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean- well, I did mean to kiss you. I’ve missed you in every single fucking aspect, but I missed your lips the most. God, how couldn’t I?” Nicky rambles, and Jackie just listens in silence, with her heart pounding against her ribcage so hard she’s sure Nicky can hear it. “And- and I know the reason we broke up is because you couldn’t tolerate my indecisiveness anymore, and I’m sorry. I really am. But do you know why I tried to kiss you?”

Jackie squints, shaking her head no. She can taste the words in her tongue, wants so badly to hear Nicky say them.

Nicky takes a few steps, still standing at a respectable distance, but all Jackie wants to do is push her closer.

“Because I know now, Jackie,” she declares, leaning in closer. Jackie inhales sharply. “It’s you. It’s always been you. All it took for me to realize was you ditching me, and I understand if you don’t-” Nicky leaves her sentence unfinished thanks to Jackie cupping her face and clashing their lips together.

It feels as if the last time they kissed was years ago, and Jackie thought for the longest time she had forgotten the taste of Nicky’s lips; but they’re still soft, with a hint of strawberry thanks to the chapstick Nicky often uses.

The kiss is anything but soft, and it resembles how much they had missed each other during all this time. Nicky places her hands on Jackie’s waist and pins her against the wall, and Jackie’s hands soon find their way into Nicky’s hair, softly caressing it.

God, she’d missed this terribly.

Nicky starts to pepper kisses all over Jackie’s face, making her giggle.

“Habibi, this is nice and all, but I think we’re forgetting dinner,” Jackie chuckles, smiling bashfully. Nicky kisses her more tenderly, taking her time, and Jackie is gone.

“I think I wanna eat something else now,” Nicky says nonchalantly.

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Anonymous asked: The snow was thick under Sigyn's boots, crunching under her weight. The Howling Commandos would be leaving within the hour to stop a train, and Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes was nowhere to be found. She shook her head at the thought, finding the image of James asleep somewhere even in the cold. The moment she rounded a corner, a pair of hands grabbed at her waist and pulled her between two trucks.

She already knew who it was before his lips met hers, which was why he wasn’t met with a slap. His grin was lazy and crooked, despite the dangerous mission ahead of him. The cold that Sigyn had gotten accustomed to was gone, replaced by the body heat of her own soldier.

"Sorry, darlin'," James said coyly, twirling a strand of her hair around his finger. "I just needed a moment before I left."

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“Is that so?” Sigyn forced a playful smile, her hands coming up to rest upon his chest as she met his gaze.  The slate gray sky above them left the area devoid of color, the usually lush greens and bright yellows of the Austrian Alps now nothing more than a palette of silvers and blacks and whites.  Even James’ eyes, a bright blue to rival that of even a clear autumn sky, had taken on a much more subdued shade—something akin to the color of the dull metal plating lining the bulkheads of battleships prowling through the waters of the Atlantic.  “I’m not sure General Eisenhower would approve of you indulging in such distractions before a mission like this.”

“I guess it’s a good thing the general is seated safely behind his desk back in London, then,” he said, leaning down to press another kiss to her lips, only just barely cutting off her scoff.  “When he’s freezing his nuts off behind Nazi lines like the rest of us canon fodder, he can tell me how to spend my free time.”

Sigyn felt her smile widen.  “Such language, Sergeant Barnes.  Honestly, what would your mother say were she to find out how you conduct yourself in the presence of a lady?”

“I suppose I’d open my defense with just a few of the choice words I’ve heard a certain lady friend of mine use.”  The corner of his mouth turned upward in a roguish half-smile.  “I can’t help that I’m surrounded by such terrible influences.”

“What you hear within the confines of a hospital tent is not to be used against me, soldier boy.”  She poked at his chest, forcing a scornful frown.  “You should know that by now.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and rich and filling her belly with a pleasant warmth.  “Ah, Miss Frey, you forget that the hospital tent is not the only place I’ve heard you utter such unladylike language.”  He raised his eyebrows suggestively, earning him a half-hearted smack on the chest.

“James,” she hissed, causing another hearty chuckle to escape the man holding her within his arms.  “You’re impossible.”

“But would you have me any other way?”

A long suffering sigh escaped Sigyn, filling the air between them with a billowing cloud of vapor as she rolled her eyes skyward.  “I suppose not.  How else would I retain my sanity in these frigid conditions if you didn’t keep me on my toes.”

“A true patriot if I ever saw one,” James said, capturing her mouth in another lingering kiss.  His lips were soft and surprisingly warm, his hold on her a comfort she would never admit to indulging in out loud.  Were it not for the distant sounds of machine gun fire and exploding shells, she’d swear she was back home in the States on the streets of Brooklyn, kissing the man she loved on a street corner as they said goodbye for the evening.

Instead, they clung desperately to the small bubble of peace they’d built for themselves, staving off the inevitable war that lay beyond it for as long as they could.

Which was never for long.  Not long at all.

“We move out in five, men,” Steve’s voice rang out through the snow covered trees, all of the authority expected of a captain contained in those six simple words.  They left no room for negotiation.

And so James pulled away with more than a little reluctance, his jaw muscles feathering lightly beneath the skin of his cheek.  His smile was tight and strained, lacking even a hint of the impish charm she’d grown to cherish.  “I guess it’s time we said goodbye, doll.”

Sigyn’s hand cupped his cheek, and he leaned into her touch without hesitation.  How she wished it wasn’t so cold, then she could shed these infernal gloves and feel the warmth of his flesh against her skin, feel the beginnings of rough stubble that lined his jaw tickle the pads of her fingers.

But to do so would reveal how much she had been dreading this moment since Steve went over the plans to capture Arnim Zola.  She had never been good at this, at staying behind to man the camp while Captain America and his Howling Commandos ran off to take on the Nazi war machine.

But this felt different in a way that she couldn’t explain and wouldn’t dare to voice.  She knew the power of words better than most, and to speak her fears aloud could give them life and bring the worst to fruition.

And she couldn’t risk that.  Not now.  Not after she had nearly lost him once.

So she did the only thing she could do: she smiled, though it was as watery and frail as the snowflakes that began to flutter down from the heavens.  “No chance you could talk Captain Rogers into dragging me along, huh?”

James scoffed, his own hand coming up to cover hers.  Even through the thick cotton of her gloves, she would swear she could feel his warmth.  “No can do, Syl.  You know how he is.  He draws a hard line at the unnecessary endangerment of broads.  No matter how much they yell and rant and rave that he’s a—how did you put it? A ‘chauvinist pile of shit’?”

A full bellied laugh erupted from Sigyn, causing her to clap her free hand over her mouth to muffle the sound.  Her eyes darted about, but, thankfully, no one came to investigate the outburst.  Probably because everyone knew full well what was likely the cause.  

“He deserved it and you know it,” she said once she had regained her composure.  “I had seen more combat than he had at the time.  It was only right.”

“I still slept better knowing that you weren’t behind enemy lines.”  He turned his head to place a gentle kiss upon her palm, the gesture nearly causing her stomach to drop into the bowels of her abdomen.  It was too intimate.  Too much like a goodbye.  “Just like I will knowing that you aren’t going to be anywhere near Zola and his band of Hydra guards.”

He still hadn’t told her what had been done to him during his time in the prison camp, even after all of these months since Steve had liberated it; but that familiar haunted look in his eyes told her more than enough, kept her from insisting that she belonged at his side, where she could ensure he made it to the end of this hellish war.

“I know,” she said simply.  “Can’t blame a girl for trying, though.”

“I’d be more worried if you didn’t.”  He said it with such sincerity, such genuine fondness, that she couldn’t help but believe him.

“Barnes!” someone barked, slapping at the hood of one of the trucks they still stood between.  “You’re holding us up!  The train’s gonna be leaving the station within the hour, and we gotta be on the road before it makes it to the pass!”

“All right, all right, Dougan,” James said, taking on a much more easy going and playful tone.  “Don’t get your garter all tied up in a knot.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dougan replied.  “You’re lucky there’s a lady present, otherwise I’d really let you have it.”  The gruff voice turned soft, almost somber.  “The captain said we gotta go.  Finish up.”

James merely nodded, though they both knew the man couldn’t see the movement.  The sound of a hand slapping at the hood of the truck once again signaled the commando’s departure as he headed back to the men, blanketing them in a delicate silence.

“This isn’t goodbye, James,” Sigyn whispered, though whether it was to convince him or herself, she wasn’t sure.  “I’ll see you again in a few days, then we can toast to the beginning of the end of the Third Reich, just like we always said we would.”

James just hummed in affirmation, giving her hand one last squeeze as he gently tugged it from his face—though he didn’t let go.  “I love you, Sylvia Frey.  I just need you to know that.”

A terrible lump formed in her throat, one that she feared would choke her.  “I know,” she said, unable to keep her voice from cracking, her eyes filling with traitorous tears.  “And I love you, James Buchanan Barnes, in spite of every effort I made to prevent just that very thing.”

A soft huff of a laugh escaped him as he shook his head.  He brought her hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles—his customary parting gesture, though it lacked the usual accompanying confident grin and mischievous wink.  This time, he merely gazed at her, his eyes sad and longing, as if memorizing her features.  

As if this was the last time he’d have the chance to do so.

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No One Else to Blame Chapter 9

Dorian wasn’t sure how or even when he had fallen so completely for the Inquisitor. He knew it was incredibly foolish, particularly with the war raging around them, but none of that seemed to matter when he studied Elden’s profile or contemplated the warmth of their fingers laced together. Dorian knew this couldn’t last but he never could have foreseen just how spectacularly it would all go wrong. Or that he would be the one left holding the knife. AO3 Start from the beginning

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Camp was set, but no one was really interested in resting. They had their lead, they knew where they needed to search, but making sure Elden was safe and as comfortable as possible in the meantime took priority. Inside the tent, Dorian used his magic to warm the air, pulling up extra blankets and tucking Elden in. He looked so incredibly frail now, Dorian’s chest ached as he watched him, unwilling to leave just yet. When Elden’s eyes finally fluttered open, he sighed in relief, moving closer just to be closer to him.

“How do you feel?” Dorian asked. Elden winced in pain as he tried to move and Dorian hurriedly put a hand on his chest to still him. “Don’t try to move.”

“I’m sorry,” Elden said, looking so tired and earnest as he looked over at him, as if pleading him to understand but too tired to say everything on his mind.

“Shh, amatus,” Dorian said, leaning forward to brush the hair from Elden’s forehead, alarmed by how fever-hot he was. “Just rest.”

“I just— I don’t want to leave you alone,” Elden said, voice faint as he slipped into sleep once again.

Dorian’s heart twisted painfully as he leaned forward,burying his face against Elden, hand caressing his cheek. It wasn’t fair, none of it was. Elden was in so much pain, but still, after everything, he was still more worried about him, wanting to be with him, comfort him, when it should have been the other way around. Was this really happening? Was this really all he could do for Elden? He’d brought nothing but pain everywhere he went, was this really how Dorian would repay him? Thank him for everything he’d done for him? Was this really how it would end?

Dorian’s life had shone the moment they’d met; hope and affection, more than he’d ever thought possible, suddenly filling every moment all because of Elden. He couldn’t lose him. He couldn’t let it end this way. Elden deserved so much better than the hand fate had dealt him, he’d remained kind and soft throughout despite a lifetime full of pain. Suddenly Dorian was nothing but fury. He would make sure it wouldn’t end here. It couldn’t.

He wanted to stay, but the best thing he could do for Elden now was to find the Venatori. He needed to get back out there and keep searching. Every moment he wasn’t was another that could be damning Elden. He placed a kiss to Elden’s forehead, lingering for a long moment, his eyes burning with tears, but there was no time for that.

He squeezed Elden’s hand before reluctantly pulling away. As Elden slipped out of his grasp, he tried to remember every detail of his hands, the way he’d felt in his own, location of every callus, everything. He didn’t look back as he left the tent, shivering with the cold of the mountain air. Looking back would only make this harder. It felt worse than it ever had as he walked away, terrified that would be the last time he’d ever see him alive.

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Dorian scrambled up the side of a mountain, glancing over his shoulder constantly, trying to find the exact angle in those three mountains in the distance. It was more difficult than one would have thought, but there was so much ground to cover and the heavy snow made it slow going. Cassandra and the Iron Bull were around here somewhere, but they’d separated to cover more ground

Dorian was so focused on the mountains, so desperate to find the location as soon as possible, that he wasn’t paying much attention to his surroundings so as he came around a bend in the mountain path and came face to face with a Venatori scout. They both seemed equally surprised, nearly colliding as they both slid to a stop.

The scout recovered first and even as she swept Dorian’s legs out from under him, sending him sprawling he couldn’t help but feel a surge of hope. If she was here, the other Venatori had to be nearby, they were so close! Of course, he needed to avoid getting killed here first if he was going to do anything with that knowledge.

From the ground, he saw her throw a dagger somewhere above him which confused him until a heavy pile of snow landed on top of him, smothering him and freezing him to the bone. He could barely move, panic overwhelming him at the sensation, only made worse by the knowledge that as he struggled the scout was getting away. She was going to warm the others that they were coming and perhaps they would destroy all hope that they might be able to save Elden!

With a surge of magic, he burst his way free, melting the snow in the process as he jumped to his feet. He was disoriented and it took a long moment for him to spot the scout, now too far for him to catch up.

“Bull! Cassandra!” he yelled, hoping the others might be nearby. He fired off a bolt of lightning, but it missed as she ran out of range.

“Dorian?” Cassandra called out, but she was too far behind him he realized with a horrible sinking feeling.

With a curse, he sprinted after the scout. He had to catch up in time, he couldn’t let this happen!

The Iron Bull leapt out as if from nowhere higher up the mountain, ax raised as he landed, with a flurry of snow, directly on top of the scout. Dorian skidded to a halt, profound relief causing him to suddenly feel weak as he leaned over, trying to catch his breath. He nodded his thanks to Bull as he approached. It would have been nice to have been able to question her, but they were a bit limited in their options at the moment.

“Thanks for that,” Dorian said as Iron Bull approached.

“I guess we know where they are,” Bull said, nodding in the direction the scout had attempted to flee. “This is it, it’s time to finish this.”

“You should go get the others, Dorian.” Cassandra said. “We’ll keep an eye out, scout the area and make sure no one else discover our presence.

Dorian nodded, suddenly feeling shaky. Soon they’d have their answers and Elden would either be saved, or they would have to watch him waste away and die. Dorian didn’t waste any time. He ran all the way back, fueled entirely by adrenaline and trying to ignore the way each gasp of the frozen air burned his lungs. Blackwall was standing guard when he returned and he apparently read his expression.

“You found it?” he asked, hope evident in his voice.

“Yes,” Dorian said, trying to recover his breath and compose himself. “Time to get going.”

He continued past and entered the tent where Vivienne was sitting beside Elden. Any words Dorian might have said in response died in his throat when he saw Elden. He still looked so exhausted and worn out but at least he was awake and seemed more aware than before. He smiled as Dorian dropped down beside him, brushing his fingers across Elden’s cheek, disturbed to feel how cold he was; a terrible contrast to how fever hot he had been before.

“It’s time,” Dorian said once he’d regained himself. “Let’s get you up.”

It was slow going, Elden having difficulty walking. Dorian stayed close to his side the entire time, arm around him, and every time Elden faltered he was there for support. Elden’s face was determinedly blank, not wanting the others to see the pain he was no doubt in or how difficult simply moving was. Dorian was relieved when they found the others so Elden could at least stop and rest for the moment while they planned.

Cassandra and the Iron Bull had taken cover at the bottom of a slope. Carefully, Dorian and Blackwall climbed to the top, being sure to stay low. From their vantage point, they could see an outcropping not far below with several Venatori, no doubt keeping watch, and behind them was the cave.

“We need a plan,” Cassandra was saying behind him. “We don’t have time for a frontal assault.”

Something was gnawing at Dorian as he slid back down to join the others. The area looked vaguely familiar, until the memory hit him like a punch in the gut. He recalled being dragged along here, but they went a different way.

“There’s a back way in,” Dorian said, voice more grim than intended.

Elden must have noticed his pained expression at the memory because he took his hand, obviously concerned, and Dorian held it tightly as he turned to the others, taking too much comfort from the simple contact.

“There’s a trail up ahead. Easy to miss but we can use it to circle around, take them by surprise.”

“Right,” Blackwall said. “We’ll attack from the front, distract them while you get in there and find something to cure the Inquisitor.”

Dorian couldn’t help but think it a little odd that he be the one appointed with the most important task. Did it mean they were beginning to trust him again? Or was this a test as well?

“The Inquisitor and I best accompany you,” Vivienne said, moving to Elden’s side.

“Are you sure that’s wise?” Cassandra asked, eyeing Elden. “Perhaps he should stay out of sight--”

“I’m fine,” Elden interrupted, doing his best to stand a little straighter. “I don’t want to get in the way, but I can’t just stay behind.”

“It’s best if he’s close at hand,” Vivienne interjected.

“It’s settled then,” Bull said, drawing his ax. “Let’s bash in some heads.”

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This was it. The atmosphere was tense as they all said their goodbyes, Elden wishing the other group good luck, obviously apprehensive, hating that this was all happening because of him. Dorian wanted to correct him, none of this was his fault, it was Dorian’s, but of course he wouldn’t listen. What if someone died for this? Somehow Dorian hadn’t considered that. All the more reason to find what they were looking for as quickly as possible, he supposed. Then Dorian could join the frey and help fight.

It wasn’t long after they parted ways that the sounds of battle filled the air as he, Vivienne, and Elden made their way to the hidden entrance. Dorian was torn between wanting to rush ahead and search or to stick close and help Elden who was doing an admirable job keeping up despite his exhaustion. With a nod from Vivienne, however, his decision was made for him. Vivienne would do a much better job assisting Elden, so with an apologetic glance towards Elden, Dorian sprinted ahead.

As he entered the cave, he gripped his staff tightly, expecting Venatori to jump out at him from every shadow, but there was no one here. No doubt they were all currently occupied by the distraction the others were providing. When the center of the room came into view, however, he decided he would have much prefered the ambush

On the ground was a large magic circle drawn in blood, dry and flaking, and from the wall dangled chains that were much too familiar. Dorian shuddered at the sight, staggering and falling to one knee as pain spiked through his skull and he had to bite down hard on his gloved hand to stop from crying out. He could feel a crowd of memories rushing in, nearly overwhelming him, and he tried desperately to focus on here and now. He needed to save Elden, he couldn’t do this now!

Breathing heavily, gripping his staff for support, he stood and took a determined step forward. The sound of boots scraping on stone caused him to spin around, however, and he was just in time to see Elden fall. Vivienne caught him and lowered him to the ground and Dorian took an involuntary step towards them, wanting nothing more than to rush to their side as terror gripped him.

Was this it? Were they out of time? He couldn’t leave Elden, not like this. He took another step, but Vivienne raised a hand, stopping him in his tracks and he knew she was right. He could go back, stand uselessly by and watch Elden die, or he could find the cure and possibly save him. He had to try. Wrenching his eyes away, he turned and ran farther in.

The cave curved to the left and in the distance Dorian could hear the sounds of battle. Dorian desperately wanted to continue on and join the fray, to fight and tear into everyone responsible for all of this, but he hesitated. Elden was his priority. Instead, he took a right where an adjoining cave opened up into a wide room. It appeared to be in use as a sleeping area, personal belongings and bags scattered about. Dorian picked one section that appeared to belong to Venatori of a higher station and began tearing through, even checking pockets of whatever garments he dug up.

He was so frantic, when he pulled up a small bag that clinked in that particular way glass bottles did, he nearly dropped it again. Setting it down, he opened it carefully and, hands shaking, began sifting through various potions, from healing to lyrium among others, until he finally found it. A half-empty bottle of poison.

He carefully wrapped his fingers around the bottle. It was such a simple thing, the vial small enough to fit into his palm. And yet so devastating. Dorian shuddered, thinking about the dark liquid running through Elden’s veins, causing him so much agony, slowly killing him. He just hoped Elden wasn’t already too far gone. He slipped the vial into a pocket, knowing he needed to get it to Vivienne as soon as possible, and sprinted back out of the room to where he’d left them.

He was in such a hurry when Elden and Vivienne came into view that he almost didn’t see it. Movement at the entrance of the cave caught his attention and he skidded to a halt. A man was standing there, wearing the robes of a Venatori mage, and he was raising his hand in Vivienne and Elden’s direction, readying a spell.

“No!” Dorian cried out reflexively, knowing there was nothing he could do, no way he could get to them in time.

Vivienne acted with impressive speed at his warning, pulling a barrier up around herself and Elden as a wave of fire crashed around them. As the spell fell away, Dorian was relieved to see that the barrier held, but the Venatori turned in his direction, drawn by his shout. At the sight of him, a cruel grin spread across the Venatori’s lips and it sent a chill down Dorian’s spine as he took an involuntary step back. He recognized this man. He didn’t think he would ever be able to forget his face.

Dorian thought he might be sick as he was overwhelmed with more memories; of blood dripping into his eyes and agony as they cut into him again and again, and this relentless taunting voice that he tried so desperately to resist as it told him over and over again to kill Elden, to wait until they were alone and drive a blade into him.

That voice drowned out every part of his mind until there was nothing else and Dorian knew without a doubt that this man had complete control over him. He could order Dorian to do anything and he would have to do it. He could be forced to turn on Elden all over again, finish him off for good this time before attacking the others, and Dorian would be helpless to stop it. He felt truly terrified, cold down to his very core and he lashed out reflexively, frantically bringing his staff up to cast something, anything, but it was already too late.

“Stop.”

With that one word, one simple command, Dorian was brought to a halt. All that magic he’d summoned up simply dissipated and vanished. His arms shook with strain as he tried to move, just a fraction, but he just couldn’t. There was no winning against this, there was nothing he could do and that terrible grin widened as the Venatori watched the panic in his eyes.

“I must say, I am impressed you made it this far,” the Venatori said.

While his attention was elsewhere, Vivienne took advantage and fired off several sharp blades of ice but the Venatori easily raised his own barrier to deflect. There was a flurry of spells and explosions as Vivienne and the Venatori bombarded each other and, above the din, he heard it.

“Kill them!” the Venatori yelled and Dorian felt the last of his hope fade away.

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Secret promise.

ORIGINAL IMAGINE:

Imagine Loki asking your parents for your hand in marriage.

Imagine that Loki has this kink that every time he’s next to you or he walks past you, he just has to touch you or grab you. At first you were surprised every time he did so, but now you’re used to this, but every time he touches you, your heart beat still quickens. RATING: explicit. NOTES/WARNINGS: none.

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Loki was getting nervous. He didn’t know what to expect and was starting to think of not doing it. He would never forgive himself if he did that. Faye would never forgive him if he did that. He had to do it. 

“Prince Loki?” a voice asked. Loki snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the man standing in front of him. “Kjell.” he said. It was easy to see that his visit surprised Kjell. “I need to talk to you.” Loki explained, trying to hide his nervousness. “Okay. Let’s get your horse to the stables first.” Kjell replied, hesitantly. As Vidar was getting a little rest in a stable, Loki followed Kjell into the farm. He and Faye had helped out at this farm a few times, so Loki knew where Kjell was taking him. Ending up at their workshop, Kjell looked at Loki. “It’s Faye, isn’t it?” Kjell asked him. Loki didn’t know what to do. Knowing that it was easy to figure out, was not helping with his nervousness. He didn’t want him to notice it. Sitting down, he took a deep breath and looked at Kjell. “Yes. I want to ask for your permission.” he said. “You want Faye to be your princess.” Kjell replied. He figured it out so easily. “Yes.” he said. He noticed Kjell’s reaction. It was easy to see that he was conflicted. Loki didn’t know why. Kjell just kept quiet, trying to figure out what to say or do. Loki would break the awkward silence. “I know that you and Faye have a history. I just don’t know what is going on.” he said. From the moment he met Kjell, he knew there was a history with him and Faye. She never explained it to him. He wanted to know what was going on.

“Faye and I have a history, just not in the way that I wanted.” Kjell said, looking at Loki. “I love Faye and she knows that. We grew up together and we spent a lot of time together. I got to know her in a different way than her family and it was so easy to fall in love with her. Vali knew of it and he totally liked it. After years and a lot of convincing, he got me to tell Faye. I knew that she would turn me down. I know her in a different way than Vali and I know that I will never make her happy. She wants different things in life than I do.” he explained. “I remember that year market where she met you. She fell for you without realizing it. You just had to pick out a drawing and talk to her to do that. In that moment I started realizing that I will never make her happy and that I can’t give her what she wants. It made me hate you.” Kjell continued explaining. Loki remembered that moment. He fell for Faye without realizing it too. He just talked to her and they started sharing interests. “It was my idea to send Faye away. I made Faye leave this life behind to find happiness. She ended up serving you. She fell in love with you. She got into a relationship with you. Faye found happiness.” Kjell said. “You’re making Faye happy and that’s all I want. I just hate that it’s not me she’s happy with.” he finished explaining. Loki didn’t know what to say. He got why Kjell was extremely protective of Faye. He would do whatever it takes to make her happy. She was everything to him.

After Kjell found out that Faye had a relationship with Loki, he didn’t know what to do or say. He realized that he would never make her happy. It was upsetting. Not just for Kjell, for Faye too. Loki remembered what it was like. He didn’t know what to think of it. Not anymore. After this talk with Kjell, he finally knew what to think of it. “I know that that you would to whatever it takes to make her happy. If it wasn’t for you, she wouldn’t have found her happiness. And you’re part of it too, you know. You make her happy in a different way than I do. In a way that I can’t make her happy in.” Loki said. “You’re important to her and Faye needs you. She always needed you and she will always need you. I want you to know that.” he explained. “I know that you hate me and I get why. I just hope that meeting up will not always get this awkward. I don’t like it. I don’t hate you.” Loki said. He wanted Kjell to know that he didn’t hate him. Not anymore. Not after finding out his history with Faye. “I don’t hate you. Not anymore. I just hated you for making me realize that I will never make Faye happy. That’s all. I can’t hate you. You make Faye happy and I don’t want to ruin that.” Kjell said. “Faye and I had a serious talk. I was upset, she was upset. She explained to me why she didn’t say anything and I get why she did that. She didn’t want to upset me. I explained to her that I am happy for her. It’s just not that easy and Faye gets why. I hope that you do too.” he explained.

Loki didn’t say a word. He got it. Getting up, he looked at Kjell. “I will get going.” he said. Walking out of the farm, Kjell followed him. As he got Vidar and was ready to leave, Kjell stopped him. Loki didn’t know what to expect. “Yes.” Kjell said. Loki didn’t get it. “You have my permission.” he explained with a smug look on his face. Loki looked at him with a smile. He didn’t expect Kjell to do that. “I hope you asked Faye’s family for permission too. Not that they will say no.” Kjell said. “I still have to do that. I first wanted to ask you.” Loki replied. His answer surprised Kjell. “What would you have done if I said no?” Kjell asked. “Nothing. I want everyone’s permissions to do this or I’m not doing it.” Loki explained. Kjell looked at him with a smile. “You remember what I said when we met up at Faye’s farm?” he asked. “If you do anything to make Faye lose her smile, I will make you end up in Hell.” Loki said. “Exactly. I’m not taking back my words.” Kjell replied. “I didn’t expect you to do that.” Loki said with a smirk. As he got ready to leave, he said goodbye to Kjell and went on his way to the palace. Next up was Faye’s family. He would just have to wait a few days.

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Faye was walking out of the dining room with Vali, as Loki looked at her parents. He had waited for Faye and her brother to leave the room. He wanted to ask her parents an important question. As they looked at him, Loki was getting nervous. “What is it, Prince Loki?” Faye’s mother asked. Loki noticed she was starting to worry. “I want to ask for your permission.” he started. “Okay. For what?” Faye’s father asked. “I want Faye to be my princess.” he said. He didn’t want to wait any longer to make her his. To make her his princess. The princess of Asgard. Her parents had exactly the reaction he expected from them. “Finally!” Faye’s mother said, without thinking. “Yes. We’re definitely okay with that.” Faye’s father said. Loki smiled. He didn’t expect them to say no, but after all that’s happened it wouldn’t be a surprise. His relationship with Faye was the reason orchards got destroyed and horses got wounded. Not everyone was okay with their relationship. Luckily, they didn’t have a say in it. He would never give up on Faye. He would do what they didn’t want him to do. “Thank you. I promise you that I will do whatever it takes to make her happy. For the rest of my life.” Loki explained. “We know that you will. You’re already making her happy.” her father said.

Faye and Vali were walking up to the barn to get everything set up to plant trees. There was only half an orchard left to be replanted. The destroyed ones would be pulled out of the ground by one of the horses and new ones would be planted. It would take years for the trees to grow, but there was no other way to fix it. Faye was still feeling like it was her fault. If she didn’t fall in love with Loki, this never would’ve happened. Everyone was still telling her that is wasn’t her fault, but she was still thinking it was. Loki wanted to help her family out with replanting trees with them, so here they were. They had visited the farm every time Loki had a day off since it happened, and this would be the last time. She and Vali were always the ones getting everything ready, and Loki would have a little talk with her parents. She loved that they liked him too. As they got everything ready, Faye and Vali returned to the farm. When all of them got changed into their work outfits, they went on her way to the orchard. Without warning, Loki grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss. It made her blush. Loki just smirked and walked on as he let go of her. Ever since their relationship got known, things had changed. Loki stopped keeping his feelings in check and he would express his love on random moments. He would grab her and pull her in for a hug or a kiss. On the farm, Loki let go off all the regalness. He was playful and he expressed his love like that. Faye loved it. And Loki loved it when he was making her blush. She would never get used to it.

There were only a few trees left to replant. Faye looked at the lemon trees in front of her. An axe had made deep cuts in the trunk and it was easy to see by the way the structure of the wood looked like, that the tree would never bloom again. It would never produce tasty lemons again. Looking at it made her feel sad. And guilty. Loki noticed it. “Stop thinking it was your fault. It never was.” he said. Every time they had helped out on the farm to replant trees, Faye had felt like this. It would take a long time for her to forget what had happened. She looked at Loki with a little smile and got to work. Her father, with Frey, would pull out the tree and bring it to the barn. Loki and Vali would cut the tree in pieces. Faye and her mother would plant a new seed and water it. After all the trees got replanted, her father would plow the soil in between the trees with Frey to give them a fresh start with nutrients and water. The orchards would be back to normal again. Waiting for her father to return, they would check up on the other trees to see if there were other ones that got destroyed. On every orchard, trees had gotten destroyed. There were only a few left that didn’t get destroyed. It would take them a lot of time to replant all of them. Luckily, it always went well and by dinner, every orchard would be complete again.

As Loki and Vali got to the barn, they waited for Faye’s father and Frey to get there with the first tree. While waiting, they just talked. Ever since Loki started helping out at the farm, he and Vali started having random conversations. Things completely changed after the year market. Vali was okay with it all. He wanted her to be happy and knowing that Loki was doing that, was all he needed to start seeing Loki as a friend and not a prince. Faye loved it. “I have a question to ask you.” he said, looking at Vali. Vali just looked at him. “Okay.” he replied. “I want to ask for your permission.” Loki started. “If it has anything to do with Faye, you don’t have to ask for my permission. I’m okay with it.” Vali said. “For this, I do.” he replied. Vali looked at him with a puzzled look. “I want Faye to be my princess.” Loki said. Vali didn’t say a word. It was making him nervous. After looking at him for a little while, a smile was spreading on Vali’s face. “Like I said, you don’t have to ask for my permission. I’m okay with it.” he said. Loki couldn’t help but laugh when he said it. “Thank you.” he replied. “No, thank you. For making my sister happy.” Vali said, with a smile. Loki was happy. Kjell was okay with it and gave him his permission. Faye’s family was okay with it and gave him their permission. He just hoped that they would keep it a secret from her. He wanted the moment that he asked her to be his princess, to be perfect.

Loki snapped out of his thoughts as Faye’s father and Frey entered the barn with a three. Taking their axes, he and Vali got to work. In between trees, they would just hang out and talk. After a few trees, he started feeling the effect it had on him. Loki never did things like this. Luckily, Faye gave excellent massages. He would just have to wait for it. Loki and Vali joined them at the moment Faye and her mother had finished watering all the new seeds. Faye noticed Loki was in need of a massage as he gathered up a few empty buckets. “You okay?” she asked. “No. This is painful.” Loki replied, not hiding his pain. “Just a little while longer.” Faye said with a smile. Loki smiled back at her. As her father joined them, her family started getting everything back to the barn. Loki walked up to her and smiled. “Ready?” he asked. “Always.” Faye answered with a smile. Loki smiled back, walking up to and sitting down next to the spot where they planted the first seed. Putting his hand on it, a green glow spread across the spot. Faye smiled as she watched the seed grow into a little tree. Normally, the seeds would take years to grow into a tree, but Loki helped them out with a little magic. He would make the tree grow a little to give it a start.

Finishing growing the last tree, Loki looked at her. “There you go, my love. All fixed.” he said. Looking at the new trees, she was feeling exhausted. Mentally exhausted. It was finally over. It was over at the farm. It wasn’t over in Asgard. They did find everyone that helped the merchant with his plans, but they didn’t find everyone who had the same ideas as him. She kept thinking of it and knew that she would never forget it. Loki looked at her. He noticed the way she was feeling. Pulling her in for a hug, he looked at her. “It’s over.” he said. Faye looked at him and smiled. “Finally.” she replied. “It won’t happen again. I will do whatever it takes to stop anyone who wants to do things like this.” Loki said, looking at her. Faye gave him a kiss and smiled at him. As they got back to the farm, everyone was already in the changing rooms. Finishing getting changed, she made her way to the dining room. Loki was already there. Food was served with drinks and they just talked. Finishing having dinner, Loki looked at Faye. “We should get going. We have quite a trip to make. And we have a sunset to watch. I will go get Vidar.” he said with a smile. “I will join you at the stables.” Faye replied. 

Vidar greeted him enthusiastically. “Hi there, ready for the trip back to the palace?” Loki said to his horse. They would return to the palace after watching the sunset together. Time was flying by and before they knew it, they finished taking care of Vidar and went on their way to his chambers. Walking in, they prepared things to get ready for bed. Loki was running a bath as Faye gathered what she needed for his massage after it. Joining her in the tub, Loki let out a sigh of relief. She smiled as she noticed Loki’s reaction. After enjoying their bath, Loki lay down on his bed and Faye sat down on top of him. As she started massaging his shoulders and back, Loki felt all tension fading away. She was using an oil that made his muscles relax and smelled good too. Loki loved getting massages from Faye. He always had to keep himself from falling sleep as he enjoyed it. Finishing his massage, Faye cleaned her hands with a towel and got up to put everything away. Sitting up, Loki noticed what effect his massage had on him. Feeling Faye’s soft, warm hands on his body had made him needy. As she joined him in bed, Loki grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap. Pulling her in for a kiss, Loki held her close. Faye gave in to the kiss and didn’t stop him. It didn’t surprise her. She knew what effect a massage had on him and Loki knew she liked it. Breaking their kiss, Faye looked at him. Not saying a word, she swiftly undressed herself before taking off his shorts and sliding down on his boner. Loki gasped for air as his length filled up Faye completely. He felt her wetness and moaned from the sensation it caused.

Faye looked at Loki as he let out a moan and smiled. She started moving her hips back and forth, and felt the sensation it caused. She loved feeling his length deep inside of her like this and moaned. As she put her hands on Loki’s chest to support herself, she started moving a little faster. Loki surrendered himself to Faye completely. He grabbed onto the pillows and turned into a moaning mess. Feeling his length move inside of her, made her moan and it caused a sensation that made her want to keep going. It was exhausting. When she paused for a little while to catch her breath, Faye leaned in for a kiss. Loki gave into it and smiled as she broke the kiss to sit back up again. As she felt how his length slid back in completely and started moving again, Loki put his hands on her body and started caressing it. Her breasts, hips, legs. Faye loved feeling his hands on her. Loki’s face gave away that he loved it too. Faye smiled at him and moved a little faster. Loki was a moaning mess, grabbing onto the pillows again and Faye noticed his breathing fastened as she kept going. A sensation was building up inside of her and she moaned as she was close to hitting her climax. Pausing again, Faye leaned in for a kiss and noticed the look on Loki’s face. He gave into their kiss in a way that let Faye know that he wanted to be deep inside of her and that he was close to hitting his climax too.

It didn’t take Faye long to hit her climax as she slid back onto his boner completely and started moving back and forth again, hands on his chest. With Loki inside of her, Faye’s body tensed up completely. Loki grabbed her hips and held her down as his climax hit him too. Moaning uncontrollably, Loki released himself inside of her. Feeling the sensation fade away, Loki looked at Faye and noticed a smile on her face. As she was leaning in for a kiss, Loki felt his length sliding out of her and the wetness dripping out. He didn’t mind. Loki gave into the kiss and lay her down next to him, holding her close. Pulling the covers over them and looking at her, he smiled. Faye snuggled up with him as Loki leaned in for a kiss. “I love you.” he said. “I love you too.” Faye replied. Loki smiled as Faye quickly fell asleep in his arms. Everything would be different in a few weeks. He just had to ask his parents for permission. That was his plan for the next day. Playing with Faye’s hair, Loki held her close and fell asleep too.

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After finishing having dinner and having returned their plates to the kitchens, Faye walked into his chambers. Loki was walking up to her and just looked at her without saying a word. “What?” Faye asked. “Let’s go for a walk. If that’s okay with you?” he asked her. Faye didn’t expect it at all. She knew that he never did things differently. Not this time. Loki did expect this reaction from her. She just looked at him for a little while, trying to think of what to say or do. It surprised her. “Yes, I would love that.” she answered with a smile. Loki smirked. Faye loved going for walks in the royal gardens. She loved watching all the flowers bloom and he loved to see her smile when she did that. “Okay. Let’s go.” he said. As they went on their way to the royal gardens, Loki noticed Faye looking at him. It was easy to see that she was trying to find out what was going on. He couldn’t help but smile when he noticed it. He did this before and hoped that Faye wouldn’t figure out his plans. It would ruin everything.

Getting to the royal gardens, Loki and Faye went on their walk. As they got to a patch of dahlia’s, Loki stopped walking and picked one of the flowers. Faye was surprised when he gave it to her. He picked a second flower, a third one, a fourth. He gave them all to Faye. After a little while, Faye was holding a bouquet of dahlia’s. Loki looked at her with a smile and just walked on. She didn’t know what to think of it. She just held on to the flowers as they continued their walk. Faye smelled the flowers and smiled. She liked dahlia’s. Loki didn’t know the meaning of flowers, it just wasn’t his thing. He just picked them at random. Faye did know what these flowers stood for and she loved that Loki gave them to her. Finishing their walk, they went on their way to Loki’s chambers. Faye just smiled while looking at the flowers and didn’t notice Loki smiling at her. Entering his chambers, Faye walked up to his desk to get a vase. Loki poured water in it and Faye put the flowers in it. “What’s the meaning of a dahlia?” Loki asked her. He always wanted to know what the meaning of the flowers he picked was. Faye just looked at him without saying a word. What was his plan? Normally, he wanted to know the meaning of their color too. Not this time and she wondered why he asked it like this. “An eternal bond between two people.” she answered. Loki just smiled at her. Faye finally got it. She knew what his plan was. “Any idea why I would give them to you?” he asked. “You will always love me.” Faye answered, just going with it. “Yes. And I want everyone to know that.” Loki said, grabbing her to pull her closer. As Faye started blushing, Loki realized she knew what his plan was. “What?” he asked. “Seriously?” she replied. Loki just smirked. “I want you to be my princess.” he said, holding her close.

Faye didn’t know what to say or do. She just looked at him without saying a word. He wanted her to be his princess. Loki looked at her and smiled. “Is that a yes?” he asked. She smiled and kissed him. “Yes. Yes, it is.” she said, breaking their kiss. Loki smiled back at her and pulled her in for another kiss. Faye had never felt this happy. She would be a princess. Loki’s princess. Loki looked at her and smiled as he caressed her cheek. “I have asked my family for their permission. I have asked your family for their permission. They are all okay with it.” he explained. It was taking Faye a while to get what he just said. Loki noticed that Faye was finally getting it. A smile was spreading on his face as she looked at him. “You are going to be my princess. We are going to have a wonderful ceremony and you are going to love every second of it.” he explained. Faye was happy and Loki couldn’t help but smile as he noticed it. He pulled her in for a kiss and held her close. Faye gave in to the kiss. Loki didn’t want to read. He just wanted to love Faye. Loki pulled her legs up to his waist and put her against the wall. As the kisses started deepening and things were heating up, he undressed her up to her panties and walked over to his bed. Putting her down on it, he swiftly undressed himself. Faye took off her panties and looked at him as he got on top of her. Leaning in for a kiss as he put the covers over them, Loki let his hand wander her body. Entering her slowly, Loki turned her into a moaning mess. Her moans would be the only thing he remembered from that night. The night that made things different. The night they decided to start their life together.

#loki #imagine loki #omgtherezkittehzeverywhere #secret promise

[freya-july]

Hard Work || casseya

pt + serious chats + talk of addiction + agreement

Cassandra July:

Cassandra had no idea if Freya was ever going to wake up and the relief she felt when she got the call was indescribable. But now Freya was being her usual stubborn, difficult self and it took everything in her not to throttle her sister. She’s seen Freya behaviour worse but it stresses Cassie out when Freya doesn’t think of the big picture, when she seems to not care about her damn health. So if Cassandra has to drag her to every PT session, she will. She has to leave Rosalyn, her submissive, behind— she hasn’t been doing too well health wise lately so she has Rosalyn and now her sister to care for in terms of their health and well-being. She would just walk into her apartment but Freya does have a roommate so instead she knocks and then takes a step back, waiting impatiently for her sister to show her face. @Frannie/Skye/Freya [Lei]

Freya July:

Waking up in this new reality with her sister very much a part of it had not been something Freya had wanted or anticipated.  The injury was another fucked up twist that made everything exceedingly difficult.  She’d been happy back on the island where she could just relax, take care of books, and get as much kinky sex as she wanted without the looming presence of her sister.  This new place made her head spin and left her wanting nothing more than to be stubborn as fuck.  It wasn’t that she didn’t care about her health, she simply thought that a few more hours of sleep would be far more beneficial than pushing herself physically when her morning mentality was anything but helpful. Getting ready took effort that she wasn’t in the mood to exert.  She winced as she pulled on her leggings and threw on a baggy shirt over her sports bra.  Pulling on sneakers, she groaned and the shirt slipped off one of her shoulders.  Hearing the door she can’t help but roll her eyes.  Pushing up, she makes her way over to the door and opens it before turning away to head into the kitchen.  “I’m not dealing with you without coffee.”  She calls over her shoulder.

Cassandra July:

Always pleasant, Cassandra thinks, as her sister opens the door and turns back straight away to go to the kitchen. So much for the not waiting around thing. “You’d have thought you would have made yourself coffee during the time you spent arguing with me,” she responds as she steps into his sisters apartment and shuts the door behind herself. She knows coffee will definitely help, possibly not with all of her attitude but at least to get her up and out and maybe stop being so grumpy. “I think I’m the one who might need it if it’s going to help deal with someone,” she adds just for good measure so Freya knows she also isn’t thrilled by the whole ordeal.

Freya July:

Freya moves as fast as she can actually manage and rolls those pretty blue eyes along the way. The younger blonde busies herself by taking out two mugs.  “Who’s the smartass now?”  She rose a brow and gestures to the almost full pot.  “I definitely shouldn’t be sharing my good roast with you but maybe I feel slightly bad about you having to deal with me in the morning.” Freya leaned up against the counter subtly for some support and finally looked at the Domme.  “Why do you insist on taking me to these appointments?”  She’d be able to get away with canceling last minute if Cass wasn’t insistent on being with her the entire fucking time.

Cassandra July:

Cassandra follows Freya into the kitchen. If she didn’t already know her sister would say she could do it on her own, she’d offer to helpful but honestly it’s not worth the headache. She just smirks, she’s allowed to be a smartass. She looks to the pot and then back to her sister, a small smile on her lips before he schools her features. “It’s the least you could do,” she retorts. “Because I know exactly what you’re like,” he says simply. “If I didn’t have to force you to go, you wouldn’t ever go unless it suited you and you’re not going to get any better if you just pick and choose the days you turn up.”

Freya July:

Cassie’s smirk is unfair; it’s always been unfair.  Freya hates it in the way she used to hate Patrick’s but feels it deeper because it’s been more ingrained into her memory.  She crosses her arms beneath her chest, the skin still a little pink and raw from scrubbing at it for over an hour this morning.  Her hip pops slightly, the sass coming off the switch in waves.  As quick as the smile came and went from Cassandra’s face, Freya noticed it.  At least she did something right today. Freya sighs at her sister’s response.  “The day I turned 18 I was officially no longer your responsibility.”  Ever since she’d woken up she’d refused to call Cassandra by a title, she ignored the rule completely.  At DK she’s been more inclined to follow the rules, here not so much.

Cassandra July:

Cassandra has never been a massive fan of Freya’s sass, even if she does carry it well— not that she’d ever tell her sister that, it wasn’t something she was ever going to admit out loud. It just makes Cassie’s life that little more difficult and honestly she could live without it. She seems to attract girls with attitude problems. “I don’t care how old you are, you’re acting like a child, wanting to skip PT because you’re tired,” she argues with a roll of her eyes. “As long as you’re in my life, you’re my responsibility,” she says in a tone that’s final. She doesn’t know why it has to be an argument but there’s always something they’ll argue about. Today is PT apparently.

Freya July:

Freya could have cried.  The sass falls and her jaw tightens, her expression fading into something harder.  “Yes.”  She snaps.  “I’m fucking tired.”  Her tone is clipped.  “I didn’t sleep last night, Cassie.”  The coffee dings and she turns her attention to the pot, not willing to tell the older woman that her lack of sleep was due to pain and being too stubborn to take the full dose of the meds they’d given her for fear of getting addicted. She pours two travel mugs of coffee and fastens the lid on each before flipping off the machine.  Handing over Cassandra’s mug without looking her in the eye, she heads for the door, grabbing her purse in her free hand along the way.

Cassandra July:

Cassandra knows her sister well enough i know what she just said really upset her, rather than pissed her off. It was the first time, and it certainly won’t the last. She knows she can be harsh but she’s realistic. Freya is complaining about being tired and being in pain but if she puts PT off, it’ll only last longer. “The sooner you get to your PT sessions, the quicker you can heal,” she says simply. She watches as her sister makes the coffee before she takes the travel mug from her, thanking her despite the fact Freya won’t look at her. She follows her without a word, knowing that they’ll make up like they always do but also knowing she’ll have to endure this mood.

Freya July:

Freya was definitely upset and she remained upset through out her session. Carlisle, her PT, a very athletic gay Switch with a heart of gold, hardly went easy on her.  He pushed her as he always pushed her, scolded her for not getting the rest she needed, praised her when she did well with the exercises and helped her when she needed it. When she was finally finished and was getting water, Carlisle approaches Cassandra.  “Hey, Miss July.  Your sister seems to be doing well.  I’m worried she’s not taking her pain meds when she needs them, especially at night to get the sleep she clearly needs.”  Freya approaches and Carlisle trails off.  “Talking about me?”  She rose a brow and he gave a small laugh.  “You’re good for today, Frey- still not cleared for work but definitely on the way.  I’ll see you next time.” Freya narrows her eyes a little and watches him go before taking a swig of her water.  She’s still upset with Cassandra, that much is evident by her body language.  “Can we go now?”  She assumed Cass would take her back to her own place and get out of her hair.

Cassandra July:

Cassandra doesn’t care about upsetting people, sometimes problem get upset easily over things that are just real and facts. It’s their own issue if they take it to heart. She sits and waits for the PT session to be over. When Carlisle approaches her, she smiles at him in greeting. He looks over at Freya as he speaks, narrow her eyes before her attention is back on him. “Thank you. I’ll make sure I talk to her,” she says and oh will she talk to her. There’s being stubborn and then there’s being a downright idiot. She quirks her eyebrow when Freya comes back and speaks. She doesn’t say anything, she lets them say their goodbyes before she says goodbye to Carlisle herself. “Yes,” she says sternly before she makes her way out. She doesn’t know why people can’t look after themselves. Freya is only going to get worse if she doesn’t help herself. “You’re coming to my apartment,” she says before she gets into her car.

Freya July:

Freya stops just short of getting into the car as Cassandra tells her they’ll be going to her place.  She sees red for a moment and her jaw clenches once more as she releases a hot breath and balls up her fists.  When she finally gets into the car, she’s glaring at the other woman.  “Why?  Wasn’t this torture enough for the both of us?” Freya knows that she’s in trouble but she’s not entirely sure why.  Being in trouble while she’s angry probably isn’t doing her any favors.  Shutting the door a little harder than she should, she buckled up and drops her head back hard against the seat.September 9, 2020

Cassandra July:

Cassandra knows it hasn’t been the most pleasant morning, mostly because of Freya’s attitude, but Cassie can handle it. She can handle pretty much anything her sister throws at her at this point. “I think torture is a bit dramatic, even for you,” she says sort a roll of her eyes. There’s no way she’s letting Freya go home until they’ve properly talked about this and Cassie has some sort of explanation as to why her sister is making her own life harder. She shakes his head and sighs when she hears the slamming of the door but she doesn’t comment on it, being distracted whilst driving probably isn’t the best idea. So she’s silent the ride back to the apartment complex, only the radio playing to make the air less awkward. Once they arrive at the apartment complex, Cassandra looks over at Freya. “My submissive will be sleeping so don’t even think about raising your voice,” she warns before he gets out of the car and waits for Freya before heading up to the fourth floor.

Freya July:

Freya ignored the other woman for the rest of the ride.  As pissed off as The switch is right now she happens to like her sister’s submissive and wouldn’t dream of waking her.  “She needs her rest.”  Freya shrugs some as she follows her sister out of the car and up to her apartment.  Really, she should have just gotten off at her own floor and called it a day, it’s not like Cassandra would actually do anything to her. Once inside, she leans up against the wall beside the door, looking ready to bolt at the first chance she got, she wasn’t about to spend the day with the Domme, that wasn’t the plan in the least.  “I have plans this evening.”  She remarks, crossing arms beneath her chest.

Cassandra July:

Cassandra doesn't bother to look where Freya stops once they're inside, it does't matter, she knows her sister won't be staying and quite frankly with her attitude the whole day she's not so sure she would want her to anyway. "She does," Cassie agrees easily. She doesn't like to talk about it, about how ill Rosalyn is getting but Fraya knows. It's just something they all have to accept at this point, there's nothing anyone can do. "These plans aren't going to affect PT tomorrow," she says and it's not posed as a question, it's a statement, an order except she won't call it that right now, not when she knows Freya will dismiss it. "Do you want to tell me why you aren't taking the required amount of pain meds?" she asks and while his voice is level, its stern, her disappointment evident.

Freya July:

Another roll of pretty blue eyes is given.  But when that question is posed she completely deflates.  Oh, so this is what this trip is about.  “You couldn’t have asked me this in my apartment?”  Glancing down at her feet, her arms hug around her body a little tighter. “They gave me narcotics, Cass.”  Her voice was void of attitude for the moment.   There was definitely trouble with addiction in their family line.  “I take the bare minimum so that I can function, okay?  I don’t want to get addicted.” She was actually terrified of getting addicted.  Freya still doesn’t make eye contact with the Domme... she just stays there again the wall, looking at her feet.

Cassandra July:

The deflation from her sister wasn’t what she expected as a response but the anger fades away as Freya speaks, explaining herself. Cassandra expected an argument, hence the warning to not raise her voice, so that’s what she was prepared for. She was prepared for Freya to be so honest with her about it. “I completely understand that,” the Domme replies. Of course she gets it, it’s a legitimate worry to have, being a July. “What I don’t understand is if this is a big concern of yours, why have you not voiced this to your doctor. They would have other ways to relieve it,” she says as she walks over to her sister. “Hey, look at me,” she says softly, her voice usually doesn’t sound his soft but she can’t help it in this moment.

Freya July:

“You think I haven’t?”  Still no attitude.  “I told the doctor.  And I told Carlisle.  And they both said that since I’ve never personally had a problem with addiction that I should just monitor my in take.  That the amount they gave me shouldn’t become a problem.  That other ways won’t do much for this particular pain.”  Freya didn’t trust that.

She doesn’t look up until a moment after that request is made, the soft tone actually serving to get her attention, and when she does, her sister is there in front of her.

Cassandra July:

Cassandra sighs quietly. She’s not a doctor herself so it’s not like she can give Freya advice and recommendations on what’s going to help ease her pain. “Okay, so they’re not working with you, and your legitimate concerns. I can’t say I’m too happy about that,” she muses, frowning. “What do you want to do then?” she asks. “You don’t want to take the full dosage, okay, but is there anything you want to try?” When Freya finally looks at her, she smiles softly. “I know I’m your awful sister, and an awful Domme,” she says sarcastically. “But I need you to talk to me about these things. I want to help you.”

Freya July:

Another small shrug is given.  “I don’t know.”  She should really just be happy that most days she can walk like a normal human. The switch is quiet a moment in thought. “I’d feel better if you kept them.”  She admits. That smile makes her heart flip, it’s not often that she sees it unaccompanied by a smirk.  “Your words not mine.”  She gives a slight laugh.  Offering a shake of her head, she releases her arms from beneath her chest. “You have enough you’re dealing with.  You shouldn’t have to deal with me on top of it all.  I’m not underage.”

Cassandra July:

“I can do that,” Cassandra agrees easily. “If that’s going to help, then of course.” She’d do anything for her sister, whatever she needs, if Cassie can be there and make things a little bit easier for her, then she will. Cassandra laughs along quietly with her sister, at least she’s still got a sense of humour in this moment. She rolls her eyes at her sisters words, though. “Your age doesn’t determine when I stop caring about you, and wanting to help you. It doesn’t work like that.” She doesn’t argue the point of her having enough to deal because it’s kind of true but nothing will stop her taking care of her sister. She brushes his fingers through Freya’s hair. “I’m here for you, always, okay? Take advantage of it, because I don’t say that to just anyone.”

Freya July:

The Cassandra she used to know in NYC hadn’t been this soft with her since their father died.  Sure, Cass had cared, but the way she showed her care was through frustration and fighting and anger that led to them eventually making up.  Maybe the validation that came with the Dominant mark had been a blessing in some ways.  Maybe it had given Cassandra a little more patience to deal with Freya... it gave her the ability to be secure in the fact that she could always hold the control.  Whatever the reasoning, it was difficult to wrap her head around, it was like meeting parts of this woman for the first time... this woman that once upon a time she knew everything about. “I... I think it might.  If you have them and you’re watching me take them and actually making sure I take them.  That way I can be sure I’m not taking more than I should and maybe I’ll be able to get some better sleep.”  She reasoned. When those fingers slip through blond silken strands, she finds herself leaning into the woman’s touch.  Brilliant blues search her eyes to find the lie even though she knows she won’t find any, lying about serious things isn’t something they typically do.  She bites her lower lip gently and after a moment of silence, she gives a small nod.  “Yeah.  Okay.”

Cassandra July:

While Cassandra and Freya mostly give each other a hard time, it’s still nice to know that her sister trusts her with something like this. “Then that’s what we’ll do,” she agrees easily. As a Domme she had to learn to be less selfish, of course she hasn’t completely changed, but her attitude towards lower marks had to be less harsh so she didn’t come across as a bad Domme. Cassandra locks eyes with Freya, wondering what her sister is thinking in this moment. “Good girl,” she says because she can’t help herself, it falls from her lips so easily. It’s a habit, praising lower marks when they listen to her and accept what she’s saying. “These plans you have tonight,” she says, changing the subject. “You’re going to be okay?”

Freya July:

Freya knew she’d probably regret the choice at some point during her healing but she also knew it was the most responsible thing to do given the circumstances and that Cassandra wouldn’t fail at doing exactly what needed to be done.    Her lips quirk into a momentary half smile.  “Thank you.” Seeing those eyes lock with her own,her breath caught silently in her throat.  She hears those words and her cheeks flush- it’s become an engrained response to the phrase ever since Patrick had used it on the island.  She never in a million years thought she’d respond this way to Cassie.

The change of subject is welcome, she clears her throat.  “Yeah. It’s just across the hall with Dani. I’ll be fine.”September 10, 2020

Cassandra July:

A smile, a small victory, Cassandra thinks. The morning might have started off bad but at least they’re getting somewhere and Freya hasn’t decided to stay completely stubborn surrounding her healing process. Cassie can’t really ask for much more, and she won’t, she won’t push it this time because Freya’s solution seems sensible. Cassandra can’t help but smirk when she notices the blush on her sisters cheeks. She’s come to find no matter how bratty the submissive, or switch is, they all seem to react to those words in a similar way. “Okay,” Cassandra replies as he takes a step back— shes sure Freya would prefer to get on with her day. “I know Dani. I trust you’ll be fine with her. You know where I am if you need anyway,” she says just for further reassurance that Freya can depend on her no matter her circumstances at home.

Freya July:

Seeing that smirk only makes things worse, it tells her that Cassandra definitely registered her reaction to that phrase.  That might be a problem in the future.  She hoped the Domme might let that knowledge go instead of holding it against her in the future. When Cassie steps back, Freya reaches into her purse and finds the bottle full of little white round pills.  She looks down at it in her hand for a moment and then extends her arm, giving it to her sister for safe keeping.  “I guess I’ll see you before bed?”  She wondered if this plan would actually work and how quickly they’d get sick of one another.

Cassandra July:

Cassandra takes the bottle of pills from Freya. She can’t help but wonder how something so small can cause so many people so many problems, it doesn’t seem quite fair. They’re supposed to help and yet if you have an addictive personality they’re terrifying. She hopes they’re not going to be a downfall for her sister. “You will. I’ll come to you. No point in you doing any extra trips that aren’t necessary,” she points out casually. Leaving Rosalyn was never fun but sometimes she needed to not be here because sometimes everything got a little too much.

Freya July:

Freya gives a small nod, a quirk of her lips, and then slips her purse back over her shoulder.  “Okay, then... thank you.” With that exchange done, she headed out the door with a small wave and back to her own apartment to ready herself to head to Dani’s.

#cassie

[writethehousedown]

Bottled Up Feelings (Cheryl/Blu) - Zyan (7/7)

a/n: happy (late) valentines day my dudes! hope you had a good one :) this has been really fun to write. thanks to winter for being my personal cheerleader, and frey for putting up with my non-sense beta-ing this story 💖

i’m planning on re-visiting this verse sometime, so if you liked it you can find me at @chachkisalpaca for future fics :D

Chapter Seven: First Kiss

Cheryl had used her second wish almost by accident. The day of the Valentine’s Day show she went early to the theatre to begin preparing the place for later with the help of some of the staff. Things were going okay; everything was just like it should be — until one of the members of the staff informed her there was a slight problem with the music.

A slight problem as in, one of the speakers being broken and the console having malfunctions.

Cheryl just breathed in and asked if they could fix it in time for the show. They admitted they didn’t know; due to the occasion, the technician was out of town with his wife, and since it happened to be Sunday, it’d have been hard to find another.

She nodded, clenching her jaw, and when she was alone with Blu, the words simply slipped from her lips.

“Ugh, I wish the sound equipment would just fix itself!” She huffed, folding her arms. Blu snapped her fingers and Cheryl almost snapped her neck with the speed she turned to see Blu. Oh no.

Almost immediately she could hear music neatly playing through the theatre, and one of the members of the staff screaming that the console was fine again.

Cheryl wanted to slap herself. She had one wish left, meaning she was closer to losing Blu. The thought haunted her for the entire day, and not even the kids’ chaos could distract her.

The hours had passed in a blur, and before she noticed, she was putting on her costume and doing her makeup, with Blu sitting near her, rambling about the soap opera Cheryl made her watch last night.

“I just don’t get it, Chez, how can Lorena’s dad say she wants her to be happy, but at the same time forbid her from seeing Soledad?” Blu inquired, watching how Cheryl tried to get her eye-liner right.

Cheryl stifled a laugh. She never expected Blu to get so invested in El Bahiano; it did make her happy to share her favourite thing in the world with Blu, though.

“He’s just homophobic, Blu. It’s settled in the 19th century, it kinda makes sense, whether you like it or not.” She shrugged, putting on her lipstick.

Blu pursed her lips and folded her arms.

“I hope they get together tough, Lorena and Soledad make a cute couple, despite knowing each other since like, two months? One month? I’m not sure, the time line confuses me.”

Cheryl snorted, messing up her lipstick a little.

“A month and a couple of days, I think.” Just like us, she thought, correcting the smudged edges.

(If she thought about it, her relationship with Blu greatly resembled the relationship of Lorena and Soledad - both met by accident, lived in a temporary domestic bliss, and one of them had a previous rocky relationship. If they ended up together, living by the sea happily ever after would still be uncertain. But, God, Cheryl wanted that so badly.)

Before Cheryl noticed, she was shooing the parents off the backstage and lining up the kids, encouraging and reminding them to be ready on their cue, just like they always did back at the studio.

She was impatiently waiting for the presenter to finish his speech, biting her nails unconsciously.

“Stop that, you’ll ruin your manicure,” Blu scolded, taking Cheryl’s hands. She’d complain, but Blu’s thumbs rubbing on the back of her hands really soothed her nerves. “It’ll be alright, you got this,” she encouraged with a smile.

Cheryl bit her lower lip. No matter how many times she did this, she always got nervous when she had to go on the stage. Ironically, she loved being the centre of attention.

Her heart gave a jump when the presenter finished and the lights went off. It was the time.

“You’ll be amazing,” Blu said one last time, leaving a kiss on her cheek.

Cheryl hurried to the centre of the stage, standing still en pointe until the spotlight focused on her and she began moving with delicate moves in sync with the music.

The kids began to appear and she felt her chest explode with pride for them. It made her happy to see how well they committed to their characters and moved with elegance — well, as much elegance as they could, being tiny and young.

The story they were trying to tell was clear and concise; Cheryl’s character, the forest spirit, was retiring and needed someone to replace her, and so she searched among the forest creatures for a worthy Heir or Heiress.

All the creatures she met had some kind of flaw, though, like vanity, jealousy, pride, or laziness. She searched and searched, until she found a creature she deemed worthy - a kind, shy, little flower that, throughout the story, fell into the background.

When Cheryl was handing down her flower crown to Amelia, she looked up to the crowd and saw Vivienne staring right at her. She smiled to herself when she noticed she didn’t feel anything while looking at her.

‘I’m someone else’s baby now,’ she thought as the theatre was filled with applause.

Cheryl jumped into Blu’s arms as soon as she was backstage, feeling completely euphoric, the screams of the kids blocked out as Blu lifted her from the ground and spun her around.

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” she whispered near her ear as she put her back down. Cheryl’s heart was beating so fast she thought it’d come out of her chest.

She hugged Blu tightly, wanting the moment to last forever, but she had to break the embrace before it became awkward. Besides, she had to get her junior students ready.

*

The final curtain was closed and Cheryl felt utterly exhausted, but she was happy. Happy and proud of her students.

There were parents already stepping in the backstage to pick up her kids and she couldn’t be bothered about it, taking advantage of the chaos to change her clothes. Blu had said they’d go out to have dinner as a celebration and she was excited for it.

Once she was back in her normal clothes and picking up her things, a lot of parents went up to her to congratulate her for the show, and the little ones hugged her legs and told her how much fun they had.

Cheryl’s heart melted every time. God, she loved them.

She was walking arm in arm with Blu when yet again Cheryl felt someone tug on her coat. She turned around to see Lily and her parents a few steps behind.

“Miss Cheryl, Miss Blu, I came to say goodbye. I had so much fun!” She chirped and Cheryl cooed.

“I’m glad, darling. You were amazing,” she complimented, patting her shoulder. She looked up to see her parents and was surprised to notice Vivienne wasn’t around, though she didn’t think much of it. “Have a lovely night. I’ll see you on Wednesday.”

They left the theatre and stopped for a moment to decide where they would have dinner. Blu was trying to convince her to have sushi, when she heard a voice calling her. She sighed nervously as she recognized Vivienne’s voice.

“Hey, Cheryl, can I talk to you? In private,” she said, and Cheryl could already feel this wouldn’t be good.

Still, she ignored Blu’s worried look and told her it’d take a minute, walking a few meters away with Vivienne.

“So, what is it that you need to tell me?” Cheryl began, already having an idea of what Vivienne wanted to talk about.

Vivienne clenched her jaw and stumbled to make a coherent sentence at first.

“I’m sorry I never gave you an answer, I really am. And I know it’s been a long time, but I think I owe you an explanation.” She gave a heavy sigh before continuing. “I’m seeing someone else—”

“Oh, I know,” Cheryl cut her off, leaving Vivienne baffled. “My friend Divina applied at the law firm you work at without knowing about it, and it didn’t take her long to find out and tell me,” she proceeded. Vivienne was silent, her face the embodiment of embarrassment. “I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re thinking. I just wish you’d told me you had feelings for someone else, that’d made things easier.”

Cheryl shrugged and Vivienne sighed.

“You’re right, and I’m sorry. I guess I was a coward in that way.” You were, Cheryl thought, but she didn’t want to ruin the moment. “Since you stole the words from my mouth, I guess all I have left to say is, no hard feelings?”

Though Cheryl wanted to be petty and turn this into a dramatic moment, she really didn’t have it in her to be a bad person to Vivienne when she truly sounded apologetic. So she smiled softly and nodded.

“No hard feelings.”

*

“That was very mature of you,” Blu complimented as they made their way to get sushi (in the end, she’d managed to convince Cheryl, despite her wanting to eat something less fancy).

Cheryl hummed, a million thoughts running through her head.

She didn’t know if it was the date, the fact that every two steps they took there was a happy couple, or her talk with Vivienne, but she suddenly felt the need to come clean to Blu about her feelings. Cheryl just had a gut feeling that it was then or never.

So she stopped dead in her tracks, tugging on Blu’s arm so she’d stop too. Blu looked confused for a moment, until Cheryl spoke.

“I— I have something to tell you,” she said with a trembling voice. Blu knitted her brows in a furrow.

“What’s so important that it can’t wait until we get sushi?” She asked, trying to sound funny, but she sounded as nervous as Cheryl. Perhaps she had already guessed what was going on, perhaps not.

Cheryl gulped, fidgeting with her hands.

“It’d be better if we talk about this in a more private place.” Blu cocked a brow, but didn’t say anything, just complied.

They walked a few streets away in complete silence, both clearly nervous, until they got to a street where they were completely alone, and not even a car in sight.

Blu leant against a wall, looking at Cheryl expectantly.

“So, I really don’t know how to say this, I’ve never been good with words, but I’ll try.” She took a deep breath and tried to say the words, but they refused to come out of her mouth. She sighed annoyed. “I can’t say it, I don’t know why, but I really want you to know that you’re special to me in a way I can’t explain, and the sole thought of you being gone forever makes me just so sad it’s unreal, and, and—”

“Baby, breathe,” Blu said, placing her hand on Cheryl’s cheek, rubbing her thumb softly in her skin.

That was enough for the words to spill from Cheryl’s mouth.

“I’m in love with you,” she said softly, with a tenderness that surprised her.

Blu opened her eyes widely, face turning into a tomato in mere seconds. Almost immediately spiraling thoughts began circling Cheryl’s mind; what if Blu didn’t love her back? Had she been wrong by thinking there was a small chance Blu felt something for her?

She was about to backpedal and tell Blu to forget it, when she kissed the tip of her nose.

“I’m in love with you too.”

It took Cheryl a moment to realize what Blu had just said, and without giving it a second thought, she placed her hands on Blu’s shoulders and slowly pulled her into a kiss. Cheryl was surprised at herself by having the courage to do such a thing, but she couldn’t wait a second more. She’d dreamed of kissing Blu more times than she wanted to admit.

Blu answered right back, placing her hands on Cheryl’s waist and pulling her closer. Cheryl’s heart was about to explode with happiness; she’d been so nervous about confessing her feelings to Blu, the fear of rejecting getting the best of her. But it felt so good to know Blu liked her back.

The kiss broke when they both ran out of air, with foreheads touching, they stared into each other’s eyes. Neither knew what to say, but it wasn’t really necessary.

They went to have sushi shortly after in their bubble of happiness and love, giggling and talking in whispers, and Cheryl felt like a teen all over again, with her cheeks hurting from smiling so much.

Everything was perfect, it really was.

When it was time to head home, they held hands as they slowly walked in the streets, talking about everything and nothing and things were fine.

It was when they were entering Cheryl’s apartment building when Blu started to act strange, looking everywhere and squeezing Cheryl’s hand tighter than before. She found it weird, though she didn’t say anything.

They entered their home and Cheryl couldn’t supress a smile at the thought. She turned to see Blu, but her gaze was fixed in the lamp resting on the coffee table.

“I have something else to confess you,” Blu finally said after a moment of silence.

Cheryl nodded, thinking it’d have to do with the fact that she was one wish away from losing Blu.

“What is it, honey?” She asked softly, sitting down on the sofa and watching Blu pace back and forth.

Blu sighed heavily before speaking.

“I should’ve told you, I really should have. But I’ve never expected this to happen, so, um…” She scratched the back of her neck, making a piece of paper appear out of thin air and giving it to her.

Cheryl read carefully each word, and she soon felt tears gathering in her eyes.

“’Your deadline for coming back is Fourteenth of February. Even if you haven’t granted your client their three wishes as it is mandatory, you are expected to come back by midnight. Too much exposure to the human world can cause attachment to it, or your client — which, as you know, is discouraged if one wants to live a peaceful live in eternity.’” Cheryl read out loud, her voice breaking from time to time.

So all this time it didn’t matter that she delayed her wishes - Blu would be gone either way?

“Were you planning on telling me any of this?” Cheryl inquired, sounding more pissed off than she meant.

Blu sat beside her heavily, covering her face with her hands.

“I was, I swear. But it got difficult as time passed and I realized I don’t wanna go, I wanna stay with you,” Blu said, uncovering her face and reaching for Cheryl’s hand and squeezing it.

She squeezed her hand back, but she truly was at a loss of words.

“Is there any way you can stay with me? Maybe if I wish for it?” She wondered, already feeling hopeless.

Blu bit her lower lip, lost in her thoughts for a moment.

“Would you want that, though? Me to stay forever with you? You know I’m immortal, and legally I don’t exist. What will happen the day you get tired of me and I have nowhere else to go?” Blu trembled, and Cheryl clenched her jaw as she wrapped her arms around her.

“Honey, I don’t think that’s possible; there’s no way that I’ll ever get tired of your stories and silly jokes,” she assured her with a soft smile, though there was still doubt in Blu’s expression. “The question here is do you want to leave the genie life to stay with this tired dance teacher? Is that what you want, to live a normal, boring life with me?”

Cheryl pressed her forehead against Blu’s, the room going silent as she thought about it. Cheryl was starting to worry that Blu decided to go back to the lamp when she finally spoke.

“I want that. A normal, boring life, as you say, is better than spending the eternity missing you and thinking what could’ve been if I said yes.” Blu stroked Cheryl’s cheek softly, and her chest exploded with happiness.

“In that case… I wish for infinite wishes,” she breathed out, and Blu snapped her fingers right away. Cheryl looked around. “Did it work?”

Blu shrugged.

“I don’t know, I guess we’ll have to wait ‘til—” She couldn’t finish her sentence when there was a spark coming from her lamp and another letter appeared. “Well, that was fast.”

She picked up the note and proceeded to read it out loud.

“Dear Genie #2256, A.K.A Blu, it has come to our attention that your client has wished for infinite wishes, something not against the rules, but never thought of before. We are sincerely sorry for this accident, and your portal is always open in case you want to pay us a visit. We suggest persuading your client from undoing this wish, but until further notice, we’re already redacting a rule against this, so no other genie is forced to stay in the human world. We hope things go smoothly for you, and your client is a kind one. Best regards, The Council.”

A giggle escaped Cheryl’s lips, if only they knew…

Blu looked at her, wrapping her arms behind her neck.

“I think that means you are truly stuck with me,” she said with a toothy smile.

“I can live with that,” Cheryl replied, pulling her into another kiss.

She didn’t know how they’d make this work, being a human and an immortal being, but they had time to figure things out. Right  now, she just wanted to melt into her embrace.

tags: cheryl hole, blu hydrangea, the vivienne, lesbian au, slow burn, genie au

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