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thronesforkings · 1 year

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Can I request uuuuh smiley x male reader fluff

Maybe they go on a cute date and Toman catches them?

Title: Pictures

Requested?: Yes ^^

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Male!Reader x Kawata (Smiley) Nahoya; Toman (Takemichi x Hina, Draken x Emma)

TW/CW: Swearing (Note, most of my stuff will have swearing as I do swear in my regular speech and it slips into my writing)

Notes: I did this instead of doing my final project/semester finals :3 I also looked up festivals in Japan in December and found many cool ones that are happening this year (some are done every year but some I found are only this year)

Word Count: 1,194

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Nahoya loved to fight, that was known of the captain, but it was less known that he loves the outdoors more than fighting. There was only one thing that topped both of those and that was (Name), his wonderful boyfriend.

(Name) wasn’t known by the others, he was Nahoya’s little secret. While (Name) was in the gang and in his division, he was rarely talked about since he didn’t stand out to the others. It was a surprise when Nahoya found him injured in an alleyway while walking home after going to the shop. He had heard of the boy and knew he was in his division but it wasn’t until he helped the other male out that love blossomed.

The peach haired male was pulling a confused male who was only told to dress for the weather. (Name) had a smile on his face as he studied Nahoya’s face, his smile less prominent but full of emotions, his eyes scrunched up and slightly covered by his hair (which made it hard for (Name) to see Nahoya’s excitement for this mystery), and the pink that dusted his face due to the cold weather.

“We’re almost there! You’re going to love this!” Smiley spoke and the two continued on for a little longer before (Name) saw a glow of blue lights. The blue got closer as they eventually stood at the start of a path that was illuminated.

“Ao no Dokutsu! They have benches through the path and I brought some snacks. I come here every year to see the lights.” (Name) smiled as he listened, a light laugh escaping his lips and he squeezed Smiley’s hand.

“Thank you. I’ve heard of this, it’s prettier in person than just seeing photos.” (Name)’s voice was distant as he admitted the lights and how calming the area was.

“Well let’s just relax then!” Nahoya tightened his grip on (Name)’s hand, the two going down the path and admiring the lights.

“Woah, how did you find this place?” Chifuyu asked Takemichi. This was supposed to be a date for him and Hina but Emma was told about it and so her and Draken tagged along. Since they had a captains meeting earlier, they just hung out a bit (Smiley left in a hurry and refused to answer any of their questions) before going to this place. The others tagged along since they move as a pack.

“Uh, My mother took me here when I was younger. I haven’t been here in a few years though, so I thought this would be a nice place to go.” Takemichi responded and glanced at Hina, who wasn’t annoyed about the others tagging along (unlike him) and was talking to Emma.

“Let’s just walk through this place so we can go somewhere warm, it’s fucking cold out here.” Draken said as his cheeks were flushed red, partially from the cold but the girl clinging to his arm was the main reason why he was red.

“It’s winter, you should know to dress warmer.” Mitsuya jabbed at him and the group slowly made their way into the attraction.

Nahoya and (Name) had stopped a couple times and now were roughly halfway through the path, sitting eating the sweets that were brought along. (Name) was admiring the lights and in his own world until the sound of a click got his attention.

“Oops.” Smiley had a shit eating grin on his face as (Name) blushed and tried to grab the other’s phone.

“Delete it.” (Name) said as he watched his boyfriend fake pout.

“You’re so cute though! I barely have any photos of you.” Smiley said and (Name) was about to retort back but stopped with an idea. He took his phone out and took a photo of the other male in retaliation, copying his grin.

“Huh?” Nahoya was confused until he realised that his picture was taken. It was now his turn to blush and try to grab the phone. In reality neither of them were serious about deleting the photos but they both had their own reactions.

“I’m a scary gang member, there should be no proof of me being soft.” Nahoya said as the two were now closer together. (Name) laid on the ground with his arm extended away from Nahoya while the other was on top of him and had put his phone in his pocket, using one hand to make sure he didn’t fall onto (Name) and the other trying to get the phone from where he was.

“You’re not that scary.” (Name) said with a grin before laughing at the other’s flushed face and had looked away from him.

“Only for you.” Nahoya muttered and (Name) swore he felt time stop for a moment. He looked at him and was filled with nothing but happiness.

Feeling lips connected to his, it had pulled a squeak out of him, surprised but quickly kissed back and only focused on his boyfriend. The two pulled away with lovesick smiles and their breath in the air. (Name) was quick to take a photo of Nahoya who just laughed, the other joining him.

“I didn’t think other people were going to be here, this is the quietest time when I looked it up.” Takemichi said as the group heard laughter while walking. It was getting closer as they continued on and it wasn’t until a gasp was heard that everyone stopped walking.

“So many things suddenly make sense.” Souya spoke and the others saw the other twin with someone laying next to him on the ground. They silently watched as the two were calming down and soon enough kissed again.

Draken grinned and let out a whistle, surprising the two who had now noticed the group. (Name) and Smiley both had widened their eyes in surprise to see the other gang members (read: higher ups).

“Shit.” Nahoya said quietly as his brother ran up to them and hit him on the head.

“You didn’t even tell me! You’re so rude.” Souya said and (Name) put a hand over his mouth to hide his laughter.

“Hah? I would’ve told you if you ever asked, idiot!” He retorted back and (Name) snorted, soon breaking out into laughter.

“I have to agree with your brother, that was kind of rude of you to not tell him. I mean, I told my older sister/brother.” (Name) spoke and Souya grinned.

“I’m Souya.” (Name) nodded as he spoke and waved the others over.

“I’m Seto (Name). Nice to officially meet all of you. Nahoya doesn’t have to make up excuses any more though, for why he suddenly leaves.” The group nodded and soon enough Mikey joined them on the ground.

“So, do you have any dumb photos of Smiley?” Mikey asked and (Name) laughed while he opened his phone.

“Oh I have many.” Nahoya gasped in betrayal but soon enough he was stopped by Souya asking him questions about how they met. He sighed and let a small smile tug on his lips as he watched his boyfriend be happy and relaxed, deciding that maybe he will have to take more photos of (Name) after this.

#smiley x male reader #kawata nahoya x male reader #tokyo revengers x male reader

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charlywrites · 2 years

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Requested by anon

Request; can you please write where reader is part of the same friend group as carlos (maybe she’s one of the drivers’ sister or works for one of the teams), and she strongly thinks that carlos hates her while really she’s just too oblivious or self-conscious to notice that he actually has feelings for her just like she has for him? But the truth finally comes during one of their gatherings and it ends happy for them?

Warnings; alcohol consumption, a tiny bit of angst.

Note; the f1 summer break made me procrastinate so much, I’m sorry!

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Ferrari had been known for their bold move last season when they hired you as Charles’ new engineer who would provide him with informations during the races. What made this choice big was that women didn’t have a big place in motorsports yet, and giving you such an important role was something you’d always be thankful for.

When you joined Ferrari, you already knew Charles as you used to work for Prema Racing until you had the opportunity to sign for a Formula One team. It was amazing to be reunited with a friend you had made years ago and work together again.

It didn’t take long until you started hanging out with Charles’ friends which, most of the times, consisted of Pierre, Carlos, Max and Checo- you got along with everyone but for some unknown reasons, Carlos seemed to dislike you.

Unless you hadn’t realized it, you hadn’t done anything remotely bad towards him- you were always nice to him and it wasn’t like you were from a rival team, while not on the same side of the garage, you still worked for the same team.

You only realized that Carlos wasn’t treating you the same way he was treating the rest of the group a month or two after you were truly apart of the said group, it was in Miami days before the start of the first Grand Prix held there.

Most of the drivers had arrived a day or two earlier to enjoy some free time in Miami as it was the first Grand Prix there, people were excited but also wanted to take on the opportunity to visit a bit.

You had made the trip with Charles since he was your bestfriend and you worked together, it just came naturally- at first, Charlotte was supposed to tag along but would only be able to join right in time for the week-end.

It seemed like all of your little group had the same idea as you more or less encountered everyone in the first day there and your little group was already reunited- as you were all there in advance and for the same thing, it could only be more fun to do it together.

“ So, what’s everyone’s plan before thursday?”

While the question was addressed to everyone in the group, you were the quickest to answer Carlos’ question, “ I think we’re all here to visit and enjoy the city, we should do it all together!”

Everyone answered positively, your idea sounded great to everyone, however Carlos didn’t really answer, he just shrugged, giving you an annoyed look that confused you more than anything else.

You never brought it up to anyone or even confronted Carlos about it, however you kept that in mind and quickly started to notice that it wasn’t just an one time glare- he seemed to enjoy less the moment when you were around, to the point that you started thinking that he had some kind of hatred towards you.

At first, for a while, you tried to be even nicer with Carlos, in hopes that it would change his mind about you- but when you realized it wasn’t changing a thing, that he still gave you that look, you just gave up, knowing it was a lost cause.

It saddened you still to this day but you had stopped wasting your energy on trying to make it better when it wasn’t what he wanted- instead, you just distanced yourself from the group when it was concerning Carlos whether it was doing something that came from him or something he had planned.

You loved your little group very much and the friendship you had with them meant the world to you. The first time Charles presented you his friends, they didn’t question it and included you and that never changed, even if you couldn’t always hang out with them as you had different obligations when it came to racing.

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The Austrian Grand-Prix was over, it had been wild to say the least, especially during the last minutes of the race- Charles had won after weeks of the car and strategies failing him, hell even this week-end the car tried to fail him when his pedal started to throttle.

Yet, he had done it, he had gotten that win he needed and deserved. You were incredibly proud when you watched your friend get the trophy on the podium, no matter how many times you had been there to cheer for him, the feeling was still the same.

But this time was different, no one could fully celebrate this win- it was a win for Ferrari but the team had also suffered a loss when Carlos had to abandon the race when his engine blew up twice as he was catching up on the drivers in front of him.

He might despise you for a reason you didn’t know, but for a long time, you had seen him as a friend and what had happened was terrifying. Maybe you were too nice, but still, you felt bad for him having to put on a good face and smile for Charles’ win.

When all the garage reunited to take a picture to celebrate Charles’ win, you had to stop yourself from giving Carlos a sympathetic pat on the shoulders- you didn’t want to make his already awful day worse.

Not too long after, it had been decided that your friends were going in a club to party after that day- it was something that would occur from time to time, and most of the time, just like tonight, you’d tag along.

However, you underestimated your exhaustion and not even an hour since you had gotten in the club, you were starting to feel sleepy- you hadn’t drink that much, you were sitting on one of the bar stool, sipping your third drink that you were most likely not going to finish.

You had left your friend to get yourself a new drink not even two minutes ago, and you honestly didn’t even have the strength to make the walk back to your table that was at the complete opposite of the bar.

Honestly, it was sad how playing with the slice of lemon on the edge of your drink was more interesting than finding the strength to join back a loud conversation- oh, how much you missed your bed at this moment.

“ What did that lemon do to you?”

Being in your own little bubble until now, you had been startled by that voice, you were about to send him away as you didn’t recognize the familiar spanish accent over the loud music until you saw it was Carlos.

He was quite literally the last person you could imagine joining you at the bar, yet here he was, sitting on the free barstool next to you. You shrugged as an answer, before adding, “ it’s keeping me occupied.”

“ We were all wondering what was taking you so long back there.”

“ And out of everyone, you’re the one who came?”

“ Why wouldn’t I?”

You arched a brow, and for a second, you wondered if he was joking but the look on his face was serious. Thanks to the alcohol, even in a small amount, it helped you being straight forward with your words, you let out a slight scoff, “ I don’t know, aren’t you supposed to hate me?”

Carlos seemed surprised by your question, almost taken aback, “ why would I hate you, cariño? Aren’t we friends?”

“ Are you playing with me right now? Because you always look annoyed when I’m here.”

“ That’s not the case. When did I even act annoyed around you?”

You shrugged lazily, there were too many times you saw Carlos looking annoyed. Taking a sip of your drink, you replied, “ first time I noticed was back in Miami when you asked what was everyone’s plan before thursday.”

“ Oh. I wasn’t annoyed at you, y/n- I was annoyed that you suggested that we visit all together, I was hoping to ask you to spend the day visiting the city with me.”

“ What about the other times?”

“ I guess I was just envious of Charles’ friendship with you, I’ve been wishing to have something like that with you… or more, but you’ve been avoiding me for a while now.”

Hearing Carlos’ explanations made you feel like a fool for being oblivious and making up things in your head when the truth was way simpler, “ basically, i’ve just misinterpreted things, uh?”

“ Yeah, but I should’ve done something, if I had taken a step forward earlier, you wouldn’t have been thinking I hated you.”

You looked back at your half empty drink, hoping it would help lessening your embarrassment, “ now, I feel stupid.”

“ Don’t, I’m glad we’ve talked it out and hopefully can start over?”

“ Yeah, I’d love that- but not tonight, I think I’m going to cut the night short and head back to the hotel.”

Carlos looked disappointed but understood, it had been a long and exhausting day for him too and partying until an indecent hour wasn’t very tempting, “ yeah, i get it- that was a rough day. I’ll head back soon too, want to take a cab with me?”

“ That sounds great to me.”

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Now that everything between Carlos and you had been sorted out for a couple of weeks, you became incredibly close- truly getting to know him had been an amazing experience, you wouldn’t have imagined how funny and sweet Carlos could actually be.

It didn’t take more than two weeks for the two of you to start having inside jokes and understand each other as if you had known the other for years- it honestly felt like you two were meant to be.

You had always found Carlos attractive but due to you thinking he hated you, you didn’t care about it in the slightest- but now that you two were close, you soon started to realize you were developing feelings for him.

It felt silly as only weeks ago, you were avoiding him like the plague because you had convinced yourself he hated you and now, you were falling for the same man. But after all, how could you not?

Carlos had been nothing but the epitome of the dream boyfriend since you started to know him- the night you talked in that club, you fell asleep on his shoulder during the drive back at the hotel, and instead of waking you up, he carried you back to your room.

He was always using sweet pet names for you, you didn’t understand all of them since they were in spanish but you liked how they sounded. He would always check up on you and ask if you needed anything. When your little group would go out to party, you’d always have your little moment where you’d dance with him.

But what you loved the most is that you never felt lonely anymore, your friends had all their girlfriends coming from time to time- usually, you’d feel lonely during those weekends, but not anymore as you’d hang out with Carlos, and if you had to be honest, those were the best days.

When the time for the well deserved summer break arrived, unlike all your friends, you hadn’t anything big planned- you would just rest and visit some of your family. But that changed when Carlos asked you what you would be doing, hearing you weren’t actually going on vacations, he didn’t give you another choice than coming with him.

While it sounded appealing, you were a bit wary as he was going with a couple of his friends that you didn’t know about- you knew you weren’t going to be the best company he could have, which you warned him about but after he kept insisting, you ended up agreeing.

It turned out to be one of the best decisions you’ve ever taken, you were having so much fun with Carlos and his friends- most of the days were spent on his boat and in the sea when the heat was being too much.

You had gotten out of the water a little while ago now and already had the time to clean yourself and change into dry and clean clothes- but that was until two arms sneaked from behind to wrap around your waist to pull you into a hug.

Of course Carlos had to do something like that when he had just gotten out of the water, dampening your clothes which made you whine, “ I really hate you sometimes!”

That earned you a laugh from Carlos, he didn’t believe you for a second, even when you had a fake pout on your face, “ no you don’t, I know you love me querida.”

A part of you knew he was just being silly by saying that, it wasn’t the first time, but yet, you couldn’t help but wonder if he actually knew about your feelings for him, “ yeah, yeah, of course I do.”

“ Si tan solo supieras que significas el mundo para mí. ”

You frowned, not understanding what Carlos said, you hated not being able to understand his mother tongue, you wished you could communicate with him in his language, “ what did you say? You know I don’t understand.”

“ Forget it, it was nothing.”

“ I might not understand Spanish but I’m not stupid, I know what you said wasn’t nothing.”

Carlos sighed, resting his chin on your shoulder, he waited a couple of seconds before answering you, “ if only you knew that you mean the world to me- that’s what I said.”

“ Does that- are you in love with me?”

Of course he was, otherwise he wouldn’t say something like that- but you needed to hear it clearly, you didn’t want to get false hope, it would hurt way too much.

Carlos’ hands quietly found yours, his fingers interlacing with yours as he looked into your eyes, a soft smile on his lips, “ I am literally head over heels for you, y/n.”

Hearing the confirmation you needed, you let out a soft giggle as a smile grew on your face, “ that’s great because I feel the same exact way, I love you Carlos.”

“ You know hearing that makes me the happiest man on earth?”

“ That much?”

“ Sí,” Carlos ultimately let go of your hands to, this time, cup your face with both of his hands, with the intent of kissing you, “ can I?”

“ Of course, that’s all I want.”

#carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #x reader #ferrari f1 #request

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ijustwant2write · 2 years

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The Shy Bride-Bonnie Gold x Shelby!Reader

(GIF credit to @chimestims)

MASTERLIST

Requested by anonymous: 'Can you do a Bonnie gold fic where the reader is a Shelby and he has to marry her for a business deal and they end up getting to know each other even tho the reader is all shy and innocent and doesn't really like anyone that isn't family and the golds love her'

Characters: Bonnie Gold x Shelby!Reader, Shelby family x Shelby!Reader, Aberama Gold x Reader (in-laws), Esmeralda Gold x Shelby!Reader (in-laws)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Arranged marriage, swearing, shouting/arguing, sadness, drinking, fluff

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As I returned home, I eyed up the beautiful dress hanging over the kitchen door, feeling the fabric and admiring it. I had never seen this dress before but it was gorgeous, an extravagant evening gown that every girl would be envious of. But why was it hanging up in Pol's kitchen?

"Pol, who's this dress for?" I asked.

"Would be nice if you greeted me first."

"Sorry, got distracted."

Polly smiled, but it didn't seem genuine."It's for you actually. A gift from Tommy."

"For me? Why is Tommy buying me dresses? He's got good taste actually."

"For a special occasion apparently. We're going out somewhere this afternoon."

"Oh, where?"

"I don't know (Y/N)." there was a slight snap in her tone, but I assumed she was annoyed by my questions."Sorry, just got a lot to do."

"Need help with anything?"

"No, I can handle it. Why don't you start getting ready?"

"Alright, as long as you're sure."

I brushed off Polly's behaviour. My family could have terrible mood swings at times. I understood why, we were in a gang, life could never be simple and sweet. Taking the dress, I quietly squealed to myself, excited to try it on and get myself dolled up. We must have been going somewhere really fancy, probably just to show our faces, show that Tommy was a real family man to benefit the legitimate side of business, give him a good image.

Luckily I had shoes and accessories to match the dress, spending time on how to style my hair and what lipstick to wear. I was never one to boast, but I looked lovely in this outfit. I didn't even question where we could be going or who we would be meeting, not if Tommy was going to buy me a special outfit for each occasion. Headed downstairs when I heard my brother's voices, I was surprised to see them all waiting in the hallway, dressed in their finest suits, and Polly also in one or her best dresses.

"Oh, sorry, am I making us late?"

"No, not at all." Tommy smiled, which was rare. It made me slightly nervous.

"Right. Um, when are we leaving?"

"Might as well head out now. Come on."

Tommy took the lead, walking out of the door, Arthur followed with his head down, whereas John looked at me a little longer, seeming angry. Polly had to nudge him to make him move. Once he walked outside, she held her hand out to me, giving me the same smile from earlier. Either something was going on that I didn't know about or they had just had an argument.

"Pol, me and (Y/N) are going to share a car. The rest of you in the other one." Tommy informed her.

Pol didn't even try arguing back. She squeezed my hand before getting into the car in front of us. Tommy had brought two chauffeurs, he didn't drive as much as he used to now. I wondered why he didn't just meet us at the place we were going to instead of driving all the way here, though I supposed it was for another photo opportunity.

Nothing was said as we set off, both of us just looking out of the window, watching the landscape around us change. My head turned to look at him as he started taking.

"(Y/N), do you know where we're going?"

"No, Pol didn't say anything."

"Good. Right, uh...This is to do with business."

"Oh, OK. Is it the usual, stay with you for a bit then mingle with Polly or the boys whilst you get on with business?"

"No, nothing like that. It actually involves you."

My heart rate had already increased."Me? What? Am I in danger?"

"You're perfectly safe. You're actually going to be even safer after today."

"Can you just tell me what's happening Tommy? The nerves are making me breathe funny."

"I...I had to arrange something."

"Arrange?" I let out a laugh as a thought came into my head."You're not marrying me off are you?"

He didn't reply.

"Oh my god, you are marrying me off!"

"If I told you before, you wouldn't have come."

"Of course I wouldn't! Who am I marrying? Why am I marrying them? Tommy, how could you do this to me?!"

I placed a hand over my chest, feeling like my heart was going to burst out of my chest, my lungs were so tight, I couldn't breathe properly.

"(Y/N), calm down, breathe."

"How can I? You're selling me, you're making me live the rest of my life with a stranger!"

"They're not a stranger."

"Who is it then?"

"It's Bonnie Gold."

"BONNIE GOLD?!"

This was so random. Why was I marrying him? I didn't know him, all I knew about him was how he and his family were now helping protect ours. Tommy also got him a boxing deal, but what did that have to do with me? Why was I being forced to do something? It was just like John all over again.

"It was part of a deal."

"A deal you didn't think to ask my opinion on?"

"Would you have said yes?"

"No!" I tried to steady my breathing but nothing was working."Oh my god, oh my god, I'm getting married to someone I don't know."

"You do know him."

"Not well enough to marry him! We've never even said hello to each other! I think I'm going to be sick. Pull over, please!"

The driver did what I asked, and I immediately jumped out. My legs began walking along the road, I didn't even think about it. Tears were welling up in my eyes over my brother's betrayal. What had I done to deserve this? John needed a wife, he had loads of kids that needed looking after, they worked. What if me and Bonnie didn't? What if he was actually a horrible person? Tommy didn't know him as well as he thought he did, they could be hiding anything.

"(Y/N), get back in the car please."

"No! Why am I getting married for a deal? I'm not out of control, I'm not rowdy, I do what I'm told all the time and I'm nice to everyone! And this is what I get for following the rules, your rules?"

"I wouldn't let you two marry if I thought he would hurt you. Bonnie is going to treat you well (Y/N), I know he is."

"Am I going to have to live in a wagon?!"

His head tilted back as he sighed."Fuck me. No, you're not, you'll be living in a house."

"I can't do it, Tommy, I can't, I really can't do this."

"You have to, I have to keep my end of the bargain."

"Do you know how angry I am with you?!"

"I think so."

There were so many things I wanted to scream at him. Who else knew? Why did they let him do it? Who's idea was it in the first place? I couldn't though. My breathing was out of control, my eyes were stinging with tears, and loud sobs were coming out of my mouth.

Tommy gently put his hands on my shoulders, making me stand up straight."We do things for this family, yeah? We go through hardships to make our family stronger. And I'm asking you (Y/N), please go along with this. If we can keep an alliance with the Gold's, it will only bring us good. I wouldn't ask you if I was desperate or if I didn't think you could do it."

I contemplated running away there and then. However, I wasn't going to get far in these shoes. Home was too far away by now, the roads weren't clear and if anyone recognised me, I could be dead within hours.

"I really have to do this, don't I?"

Tommy nodded, cautiously wrapping an arm around me to slowly take us back to the car. For the rest of the drive I hung my head, staring at the pretty shoes I had picked for today. This was it. I was getting married. Married to a man I had only seen but never talked to, married to a man to settle a deal. My brother, who I trusted and loved, had thrown me to the dogs, not even glancing back to face the consequences of his actions; it was all to benefit him.

We pulled up at Tommy's house. He explained that since this was a quick arrangement it was easier to hold the ceremony there, it was more personal, they knew it was safe. My stomach cramped up as I stepped inside, spotting the bouquet of flowers everywhere. They even fucking decorated. Ada and Polly were at the entrance, both looking as pissed off as I was. Unfortunately, Ada held my own bouquet in her hands.

"You can't do this Tom. Just cancel it, go in there and say the wedding is off. She's just a girl." Ada spat.

"Ada." Polly warned.

"You can't go along with this Pol. She's being forced into a marriage!"

Tommy cleared his throat."Ada, Pol, please take your seats."

"Hold on," Pol pulled out her powder box from her purse, dabbing the brush on my face,"need that beautiful face of yours back."

I knew she was trying to cheer me up, and clean me up so I would look like such a mess. It would all just stream off my face later. My hands shook as I held the flowers, the petals and leaves slightly rustling. Polly and Ada left hesitantly, shushing everyone in the hall where I assumed the ceremony was taking place.

"Are you going to be sick?" Tommy asked.

"Not sure." I whispered.

"Just know that I hate this too. I wouldn't-"

"Shut up Tommy."

I never snapped at Tommy, or anyone really. But this called for it. I could have called him every nasty name under the sun there and then. When he held out his arm for me, I reluctantly took it, wishing I could sprint to the stables to steal a horse, ride off into the sunset. But it was too late, because the doors to the hall opened, and there everyone stood, watching intently as I walked down the aisle. I didn't even have a proper wedding dress.

It felt like I had never worn heels before, I was wobbling all over the place. Bonnie looked miles away, though I was beside him in seconds. His family were here, my family sat on the opposite side. Tommy gingerly pressed a kiss to my cheek before going to sit down. And here I was, stood next to my soon to be husband. He kindly smiled at me, though I couldn't bear to even look at him, eyes flickering away. I stared at Jeremiah who was officiating the wedding, the poor man must have thought I was evil the way I was looking at him.

The ceremony felt muffled, as if I couldn't hear anything properly. Jeremiah waffled on, until we had to say our vows and exchange the rings. I focused so much on his words to not get them wrong, only realising that after we had said them to each other, that was it, we were now married.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Jeremiah announced.

Both our families clapped to fill the silence. Bonnie leaned down but I retracted out of instinct. He halted before moving again, slower this time, to kiss my cheek. Taking my hand in his, he walked us out of the hall, the doors closing behind us. I let out a shocked breath, looking at the ring on my finger. Bonnie went to speak.

"So, I-"

I snatched my hand out of his, scurrying to the kitchen to find a bottle of wine. I needed a drink, and a lot of it. I also wanted to get out of any awkward conversations that were about to ensue. There was way too much going on right now to start small talk.

Unfortunately he had followed me, watching as I popped open a bottle. I glanced at the glass in my hand, deciding to set it down and drink from the bottle.

"I'm not that bad am I?" Bonnie tried to joke.

I didn't say anything, leaning back against the counter.

"Look, I'm sorry this has happened. We don't know each other, back in there was the first time we've spoken, it's a lot. But I want you to know that I'm going to look after you. We'll go at your pace, whatever you're comfortable with. I want us to be friends at least."

He sounds genuine. When Bonnie first joined the Peaky Blinders, he hadn't been overly cocky like some of the others. Of course he was a bit more boastful when it came to the ring, though that was all part of his image. And he was the only peaky boy to not try it on with me. Ironic.

"Sorry for just going in for the kiss too. I thought a small peck wouldn't hurt."

"It's fine." I mumbled, casting my eyes to the floor.

He took a few seconds before speaking again."Never been much of a wine person."

I looked up at him as he stood opposite to me, also leaning back in a countertop.

"Suppose that could change." he held out his hand for the bottle, indicating that I pass it over.

He took a swig, scrunching up his face and coughing after. The corner of my mouth twitched at how silly he looked, but didn't show him that.

"God, that is so sweet. How do you chug it back?"

"I don't usually." I squeaked out."Just...just flet like I needed to."

He passed the bottle back to me."I won't lie, I don't exactly want my new wife to be drunk on our first night together."

My eyes widened.

"No, not like that! Nothing is going to happen. I just meant, I would like to use this time to get to know you."

I was being stubborn. I wanted to go against him, just to spite Tommy. But I was too shy, I couldn't even hold eye contact with him.

"I'll leave you alone for a bit. But please come up to the party, my family can't wait to meet you." he made his way to the door, stopping and turning around."You look beautiful tonight."

I didn't let him see me blush, turning away as I drank more from the bottle. I hated how easily I was embarrassed. Boys tried flirting with me, though I knew that was because they wanted to say they had shagged a Shelby girl. Of course I knew their intentions, hence why I was still a virgin.

After a few more swigs, I knew I had to go back upstairs. Setting the almost finished bottle aside, I took a deep breath, adjusting the bottom of my dress, checking my face in a mirror before heading to see my family and new in-laws.

When I returned, everyone was gathered in the lavish front room. Music was playing, champagne was being handed out, and everyone seemed relatively happy chatting with one another. Finn, John and Adawere the only ones not mingling, scowling faces on them as they observed the others.

"(Y/N)," a man caught my attention, it was Bonnie's father,"welcome to the family."

I politely smiled."Thank you sir."

"Call me Aberama. I appreciate the manners though. And I understand you're not entirely happy with this marriage."

I glanced away from him."But believe me when I say that Bonnie has been just as nervous. Although he is also very determined to ensure you are comfortable and feel like a part of the family."

That was nice, I guess.

"He has multiple sisters who you might find easier to talk to rather than an old man."

He raised his drink to me, smiling as he walked away. I really didn't want to talk to anyone, scurrying to my three siblings who were most against this arrangement.

"You alright?" Finn draped his arm around my shoulders, and I quickly hugged him, clinging on.

I shook my head no.

"Of course she isn't. This is all a big mistake, we should have come up with a plan to get her out of here." Ada huffed.

John scoffed."Oh yeah, that would have gone down a treat with both families."

"You were just as much against it all as we were."

"No one was for this marriage, well, besides Tom. But it's done now, innit? I'll just have to keep a special eye on the new in-law."

"Can we stop talking about it please? Just talk about anything else." I asked quietly, realising some of the others were looking over at us, and that made me incredibly nervous.

Before we even had a chance to change the topic, someone from Bonnie's side of the family made her way over. I looked anywhere but her, until she was stood beside me. She was beautiful, probably around the same age as myself, though her confidence gave her a more mature look.

"I thought I would come over and introduce myself. I'm Esmeralda, one of Bonnie's sisters."

"Nice to meet you."

Get a grip woman.

"There's actually three of us, sisters I mean. Poor Bonnie didn't have any brothers to rough around with. Though I suppose it is only you and Ada amongst all these men."

Ada smiled at her, though you could tell it was out of sarcasm. I cringed, hoping Esmeralda hadn't seen that.

"I was wondering if you wanted to join us?" she gestured to where her other sisters were, who waved.

"Um, yes."

It sounded more like a question, but Esmeralda took that answer. I worriedly looked back to my own siblings, annoyed at my politeness. Where was my Shelby fire?

I sat by Esmeralda, the others sitting across from us. She instantly started up a conversation, it was easy to see she was fine around strangers. I only wished to half as confident as her. Her sisters also chimed in now and then, trying to involve me in the conversation. There was no talk about the wedding, just typical girly things; dresses, makeup, dances, they even spoke about their traditions. It slowly moved onto the topic of Bonnie, though past stories about him, tales of how he was as a child. I even managed to break out a smile.

"And obviously we'll all be getting to know each other a bit better once we're all moved in together." Esmeralda exclaimed.

"S-sorry?"

Esmeralda and her sisters held a serious look, bursting out laughing a second later. I was confused, had I missed a joke?

"Sorry, I was trying to lighten the mood. Of course we're not living with you two!"

"I don't even know where we're living."

"Well, neither do we, but I'm sure your brother has sorted it."

"Yeah..."

"Sorry, have I upset you?"

"No! No, I'm fine." I was tempted to excuse myself, but I went against that. I was going to be social."So, is there abythibg else I should know about Bonnie?"

Perhaps this was my way of getting to know my husband without actually talking to him. Even if it was a subconscious thing, I was getting information about him. And there didn't seem to be a bad bone in his body unless he was in the ring, or defending his sisters from a man who had disrespected them, though that was more chivalrous.

"Sorry ladies, may I borrow my sister?" Tommy asked, gesturing for me to follow him.

I smiled at the girls, catching up with my brother who was making his way to his office, grabbing Bonnie on the way. I faltered when he stepped in line with me, not used to having a boy so close to me. Bonnie let me go first into the office, closing the door behind him. Tom nodded his head towards the two chairs at the desk, sitting behind it. We sat down, waiting to hear why he had brought us here.

"So, seeing as you two are married now, you'll be needing a place of your own." Tommy started."And I have provided that for you."

"No, Tommy, we couldn't accept that." I protested, feeling awkward about situations involving money.

"I agree Mr Shelby, that's way too generous. You already let us get married in your house."

"It's my fault you two are married right now. And I just hope that I can gain back some trust and..." he glanced at me,"love, by doing this."

I picked at the skin around my nails, a bad habit."Are you sure Tommy? Nothing too big right?"

"No. It's a new build but out in the country. You also have a big patch of land, I thought you might appreciate that Bonnie. It's secluded, like this. Three bedrooms, kitchen, front room, all the other shit."

"Thank you very much Mr Shelby." Bonnie stood, reaching out his hand.

Tommy shook it, no expression on his face.

"Thanks Tom. I guess it's a start to your apology."

I felt guilty for saying that, but I wanted it to sting. He had really hurt me today, I wasn't going to fall to his feet because he bought me a house.

Tommy then informed us that it was time for us to leave. He had one of his chauffeurs waiting, and everyone had followed us outside. They had rice to throw at us as we went to the car. In a way, I appreciated the effort they were putting in to make it seem like a happy occasion, I also found it demeaning. You're now being forced to marry a man you don't know, but here's a pretty dress and some champagne.

"I don't have anything with me." I pointed out before I got in the car.

Polly stepped forward, quietly speaking so no one else would hear."Tommy made Ada pack some of your things before she came here. Obviously she didn't want to, but you need your clothes at least. I'll be round with the rest of it soon love."

Wow, they weren't waiting around to get rid of me. Sadly getting into the car, I didn't even acknowledge Bonnie as he opened and closed the door for me. Once Bonnie was inside the car, the chauffeur drove off. I coukd hear our families cheering for us, I didn't bother looking back, whereas Bonnie was waving.

"You alright?" he asked softly.

I nodded, pressing my lips together as I looked away, trying to hold back my tears. Thankfully he left it at that, he knew I needed time to process everything.

The house Tommy got us was no where near the size of his, though I didn't want that. It was still big for two people, and despite it being a new house, it had an old fashioned look to it. It had the feel of a farm house without the barn, different stones making the structure with vines growing all over it. I loved it, which was irritating because Tommy knew me so well.

"This is going to be strange." Bonnie said as he helped the chauffeur with the bags."Never lived in a house before."

"Oh...hope you like it."

It was a wonder why I never had a boyfriend.

I had wished that the chaffuer had taken more time with the bags. Because Bonnie was a gentleman, he insisted helping, and the task was completed far too quickly. Now it was just me and Bonnie, in our house, our house we loved in together as a married couple.

"Shall we take a look around? See what's actually in our house?"

Bless him, he was trying so hard. I agreed, letting him lead as we checked each room. It was all furnished, there was even some food in the kitchen, soap and towels in the bathroom, any little things we wouldn't have packed with us were provided. He was in awe of the place, I knew he was used to travelling to different places, it was just strange to see his expressions over a house.

"Your brother is very generous."

"Yes, though I know why he's given this to us."

"To make up for marrying me?"

"No, well yes, but not in the way you said. Sorry Bonnie, you must think I'm horrible. It's just...I'm really shy around new people, it took so much energy out of me talking to everyone today, not to mention the actual ceremony itself. I probably would have fainted if I wasn't concentrating on acting normal."

"I didn't think you were horrible. I knew you were scared. I'm afraid your acting skills need some work."

We had walked into one of the bedrooms as we spoke, my stomach dropping again. Was I going to have to share a bed with him? I had never done that before.

"Choose which room you like. I'll sleep in another." he said.

"Hm?"

"I'm not going to sleep in the same room as you, I wouldn't put you under that pressure."

"Oh, thank you. Then, you should choose."

He smiled at me."Fine, then I choose you having the master bedroom, and I shall go see what other room I prefer."

I managed to smile back, bashful over how sweet he was being. That was a huge relief lifted off my chest. If he hadn't mentioned anything before bedtime, I wouldn't have said anything, I didn't want to bring up topic.

We both got changed (separately) into something comfier, weirdly emerging from our rooms at the same time. Deciding it was time to eat, we rummaged through the kitchen cabinets to see what we could muster up. I took charge, seeing as Bonnie had only ever cooked over a fireplace.

"Sorry it's not much, it's bits and pieces really." I set his plate down in front of him, thinking how much of a wife I looked right now.

"Thank you. Don't worry, I'm sure it will be delicious. We can go shopping for food tomorrow if you want?"

That's what couples do.

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

We kept to our food, eating in silence. I tried to eat as quickly as I could, wanting this dreadful tension to lift and be over with. I felt terrible because he was trying so hard to be a good husband to me already, or just a good friend really. And here I was, not even able to eat a meal with him, he must have been dreading the rest of his life with me.

As he finished, I quickly stood to clear everything away, already starting to clean up as he protested. We still had a whole evening ahead of us, what were we supposed to do? I caught him moving in my peripheral vision, grabbing two wine glasses and the bottle of champagne gifted to us. He held them up to me.

"Fancy sharing a bottle?"

We were sat in the front room on opposite ends of the sofa, the lit fireplace crackling in front of us. Bonnie was casually facing me whilst I stared into the flames.

"You surprised me you know, when I first saw you." he said.

"What do you mean?"

"When I first joined the blinders, I remember seeing you, and I obviously thought 'wow, she's gorgeous', though I knew to stay away."

There I went, blushing again.

"But you weren't like your family. You weren't harsh or outspoken, you were so quiet. I've seen you around your family, I know you are different with them, and I get that I'm a complete stranger to you so it will be different. I just hadn't expected a Shelby to be so....reclusive."

"A lot of people say that."

"That wasn't me saying it's a bad thing by the way!"

"It is a bad thing when you're a Shelby. I'm not trusted to do anything within the business. This is the first time they've used me. And they didn't even ask."

"That's a good thing though, isn't it? About not being involved in the business?"

"I guess."

"Let's talk about something else, eh? Uh, why don't you tell me...your favourite colour?"

"Favourite colour? Really?"

He laughed."I need to get to know my wife don't I?"

Although I had been answering his basic questions terribly (and boringly, I was just giving one word answers), Bonnie somehow made me open up to him. Not about anything deep or meaningful, just generic facts about my life; what I enjoy doing, funny anecdotes from my childhood, what I liked to do when I went out with friends. In turn, I began asking him questions. We were talking for hours, but we didn't realise that until I happened to glance at the clock on the mantelpiece.

The next week still felt awkward. We slept in our separate rooms, trying to work our different routines to fit each other. Although we were able to talk to each other for more than two minutes, I was always trying to figure out what to talk about next. I didn't want to be in a situation where we were stuck on what to say, I hated that. Looking back on it, I had never spoken to someone so much or so freely besides my family and my small handful of friends.

Both of our families came to visit us. Polly and Ada stayed for a day, mostly catching up but also helping me make the house feel more homely. Aberama only came some mornings to get Bonnie, doing whatever work for my brother, though he always made sure to say hello. Bonnie was gone for a majority of the day, luckily I liked being by myself. Surprisingly, Esmeralda also came for a visit.

"Lovely flowers." she pointed out as we sat in the kitchen, each with a cup of tea.

"Bonnie got them for me."

"Did he?" she smirked."He's a sweetheart isn't he?"

I couldn't help but shyly smile."Yes, it was a lovely gesture."

"A romantic gesture. He may be a tough man and a fighter but he's a big sofite really."

I hummed in agreement.

"Are you alright? How have you two been over the last month?"

I wanted to say that although I did like Bonnie, I knew I was lucky to be in an arranged marriage with him and not some fifty year old, slimy man, I didn't want her to get excited at the thought we might already be in love.

"I won't lie, it's been slow. That's not to say I don't enjoy Bonnie's company, it's just...everyday when I wake up, I still get a little confused at the ring on my finger, then in a second I remember I'm married."

"Yeah, that's never going to be something you can easily forget I guess."

"And I'm not being rude about your brother. Bonnie has been amazing, he's kept his boundaries, made sure I felt respected. But, your wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of your life. Choosing your dress, what hair and makeup you want, the venue, the cake, it's all part of it. I didn't even have a proposal."

"Oh (Y/N)."

"And when those doors open, you're supposed to look down the aisle and see your soul mate waiting for you. You both smile and start crying because the day has finally come. I had none of that. I'll never have any of that."

She placed her hand over mine."I think over time, you and Bon will learn to love each other. And as frustrating as that is, I believe it will happen."

Esmeralda was a huge comfort. I felt better after talking with her than I did my family. I guessed that it was because she was a new person to talk to, I didn't know what she was going to say, so I wasn't listening to the same dribble I was used to.

It was like any other evening when Bonnie came home. I was reading a book in the front room, sprawled out on the sofa. He called out as he entered the house, I replied but didn't move. He was rustling around in the kitchen, things were being moved around, cupboards opening and closing. Perhaps he was hungry and needed a snack before dinner. I left him to it for a few more seconds, deciding to investigate when he didn't stop.

Just as I was about to walk into the kitchen, Bonnie blocked the doorway, trying to use his whole body to limit my view.

"Hi." he said breathless.

"Hello. Um, are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, just...just doing...something."

Whenever I tried to look around him, he moved in my way.

"If you've broken something Bonnie, I don't mind. I'd rather help clean it up."

"No, nothing like that. Could you just...jist trust me?"

I looked up at him, thinking about it.

"Please?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Is it alright if you wait in front room? It's nothing bad, I promise."

I turned around, glancing back at Bonnie before I returned to the sofa and my book. What was he doing? Was he trying to cook? It was sweet if he was, though when we had cooked together before he was never this clumsy. I couldn't ignore the racket coming from the kitchen, unable to concentrate on any of the words in my book.

"Bonnie? Are you sure you're OK in there?" I shouted out to him.

"Yeah!" he quickly replied. Only moments later was he in the front room, a huge grin on his face."If you would like to follow me to your surprise."

"Surprise?"

He nodded, holding out his hand to me. I took it, letting him guide me back to the kitchen. The lights were off, the only source of light was coming from a few candles in the centre of the table, more dotted around the kitchen too. There were two plates with nothing in them, instead, there were different foods on scattered on the table like a picnic.

"Bonnie?"

He stood in front of the table."I spoke with my sister the other day. I wasn't snooping, I just wondered how you were with her, if you told her something about me that I needed to change. She told me how upset you were that you couldn't experience your wedding day properly, and I thought I could help with that. So, I asked Ada and Pol what your favourite food was, all types, and I thought we could have a romantic dinner together. "

I was gobsmacked. A man who was forced into marrying me, who didn't know me, had put all this effort into a dinner together, something no other man would probably do.

"You did this for me?"

"Yeah. You deserve it. You deserve a lot more really, but I'm still learning to cook other recipes besides rabbit stew."

I giggled.

"I hope you don't mind, but they also told me how you've never been on a date before."

That wasn't embarrassing at all.

"And I want you to know, that's because of you brothers. Men tremble at their feet, what do you think teenage boys are going to be like? But I am very honoured to be the first man to take you on a date."

"This is the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me. I'm shocked, honestly."

He pulled out a chair for me, and I sat, feeling giddy. Bonnie tucked me in, taking a seat beside me before pouring out a glass of wine for me. My mind argued with itself over my next choice, but I bit the bullet. I confidently leaned over, very quickly pecking his lips. I couldn't look at him when I next spoke.

"Thank you Bonnie. And thank you for being the best husband."

"Well thank you for being the best wife."

"What have I done to be a good wife?"

"Just being you."

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Promise | Zombie AU

summary: You and Jinx break two unsaid rules ever since the apocalypse started, never split up and never make promises. Promises were never guaranteed, especially in your current living conditions. But a promise of a life with your soulmate? You could get by it.

pairings: jinx x reader, established relationship

warnings: zombie apocalypse, zombie attack, kind of angsty? other than that; FLUFF

word count: 3.5k

a/n: here’s that zombie fic I was talking about :) also happy 1st birthday to arcane 🙏🏽

There was a mistake in the lab.

Unlike before, when someone took shimmer, they immediately became addicted. People couldn't live without it but it slowly killed them.

If you worked for Silco, you took it, you were told what to do, killed whoever you were ordered to kill, then moved on. But now it's permanent. You can no longer control it, and it spreads. Shimmer, that was once a drug, has become a disease.

It spread fast; no one saw it coming. You used see a shimmer head and think nothing of it. But now you run. Run before it can catch you and infect you.

Which was a very difficult task, because shimmer makes its host more alive in many ways. It enhances everything about you, strength, speed, stamina, all while it slowly kills you. Shimmer can make you ten times stronger than Silco's right hand man. It was almost impossible to beat them. That is unless you shot them in the head. Or blow them to pieces.

Lucky for you, you have a girlfriend who plays with guns and blows shit up for fun.

The two of you were on the hunt for food, your current supplies running low. And while you found food before entering the forest, you also needed to find water and shelter—the water in the undercity was never clean, so you had to do it yourselves. Meaning you also needed to create a fire, which wasn't too difficult to be done, you had what you needed for it, but knowing all the extra work that came with it annoyed you.

And now here you were, finally at the fork in the road.

Splitting up was never a good idea, especially when nighttime was near, but you had to get your supplies as quick as possible. You couldn't do that if you both were searching in the same place, right?

You swore you saw the reflection of water when you were on top of the smaller than usual-mountain-earlier. It was somewhere hidden in the forest you were currently trudging through, trailing the opposite way of the small building Jinx spotted with her telescope. It looked abandoned, meaning it could be empty, which is why she had to check it out to see if it could be used as temporary shelter while you filled up a bucket of water. It could be filled with shimmer heads.

You'd discussed the possibility of it being filled with the infected for the past however long you'd walked. She'd come to the conclusion that she would just blow the place to bits if it was. And while her solution didn't satisfy you, you knew she was better than okay at handling weapons. But even then, backup never hurt. "It's a done deal," she'd said.

"But we can just go together!"

"We need water!"

Jinx clasped her hands around yours, searching your eyes in attempt of reassurance.

"You promise me you'll be safe?" You both knew you couldn't make promises like that, because in this new reality, survival wasn't guaranteed. But she needed something to hold onto, otherwise you'd be stuck out in the middle of nowhere with no fire, trying to calm her down from a panic attack.

"You promise me." You replied. Because as much as she worried about you, you knew you worried 10 times harder. What if she let the voices take control What if she broke down in the middle of an encounter with shimmer heads? What if she got bit? What if she-

She brought her head to yours, having noticed the panic written on your face.

You grimaced, closing your eyes along with hers, "sorry." This was supposed to be about making sure she stayed calm, that she was reassured and confident enough to go alone. And here you were, letting your ugly thoughts control you.

She shook her head, "don't be." She brought your hand to her chest, pressing it to her heart. You felt it thumping, the thing that kept her alive, the very thing that beats for you.

It was an action you usually took. And the fact that she was using it to help you broke you a little, suddenly feeling vulnerable and not wanting to leave her side.

"We don't have to do this," she whispered, opening her eyes to encourage you to see the honesty there.

"No. We'll get through it faster this way. Just make sure we meet back here, okay? And light the smoke if anything happens." The more you convinced her to go through with it, the less convinced you felt yourself.

"We'll be okay, I promise." I promise.

You never promised each other anything, because you both knew better. Especially promising that you'll both be fine alone, going through a forest probably crawling with shimmer heads while nighttime was near. But you believed her.

You nodded, "yeah. We'll be okay."

You took her hands and reciprocated the action of letting her feel your heartbeat. You were both here, alive and filled with love. Nothing could take you away from each other.

She let out a breath, finally getting the reassurance she needed.

Your hands synchronized three squeezes. I love you.

You nodded at each other once more and went your separate ways.

Usually when you walked, it was with Jinx. You very rarely split up, because it was stupid to. But you really did need supplies as fast as possible. You walked faster.

The silence was deafening and it left you with your thoughts. With Jinx, silence filled you with peace. Thoughts of what life with her could be like if it wasn't for the disease.

God, you couldn't imagine what this horrible silence was doing for Jinx and her thoughts.

You nearly turned back, almost forgetting the importance of water until you thought-

A life with Jinx.

You can't make each other any promises for a reason, it was too risky.

But...what if you promised a life with her?

A promise of a life with who you believed to be your soulmate sounded too good to be true.

And it was, especially when your living conditions weren't ideal. But she'd already promised that you'd be okay. You can promise her a long life together, right?

You finally reached the lake, sighing in relief at the thought of getting back to Jinx.

But then something caught your eye. Something shiny, it was small. You picked it up from where it was buried under the dirt and observed it, gasping at the realization. You'd been so engrossed in the tiny object that you didn't register a twig snapping in the distance. Not until you felt a presence behind you.

"....That's not you, is it Jinx?"

It growled.

Shit.

You didn't register anything you did until you were up and running.

Which didn’t do much, because within seconds it had you pinned to the floor.

You pulled out the knife that was stuffed up your sleeve and sliced across it’s jaw, momentarily distracting it from you.

It roared from the unexpected pain, throwing its upper half back and giving you space to scurry away.

As you ran, you reached for the handgun that hung off your belt, feeling the ground start to shake a few moments later as the creature caught up with you. You reached a tree and climbed to the tallest branch, frantically searching for any weapon you could find. You pulled out a bomb. Bingo.

You threw it down at the shimmer head that had just reached the bottom of the tree. It looked down to observe the object as it jumped and jittered in place, giving you hope that this could end right now. You’d be out of the situation in seconds.

You climbed down the opposite side of the tree that you came up, jumping and landing on your feet, attempting to run away faster than before to get away from the explosion.

Except you didn’t get 5 steps in before the creature grabbed you. It threw you to the floor, sending the gun that was still in your hand flying behind you.

It resumed its previous position, except this time it held your hands by your head, affectively trapping you under its body.

If Jinx’s bombs were able to kill these shimmer heads, there’s no way you’d get out of this alive. Which reminded you of something. Your head turned, attempting to spot the bomb to see what the fuck happened.

It wasn’t going off. Why wasn’t it going off?! It should have already!

What the fuck were you going to do now?

It was a few moments of the shimmer head seemingly searching for the perfect place to take a bite out of you that you thought, just get it over with dammit.

But you couldn’t do that. You couldn’t give up and let Jinx crumble in the consequences of your death. All because you couldn’t try fighting it off.

But seriously, what were you supposed to do?

You looked everywhere you could with the big body that loomed over you. You stretched your leg out just the smallest bit and felt something. Was it the bomb? The object started jumping and shaking like your bombs usually did when they were activated. Oh my god it’s right there.

The noise distracted the creature again. It turned its body fully to watch the moving object.

You’re lucky shimmer heads didn’t have any type of intelligence yet.

You quickly turned, standing up to reach back for your gun and turned your body again to face the infected, aiming for its head.

If the bomb didn’t work the first time, what makes you think it’d work a second time?

And you swore someone was watching you and hoping, praying for your demise because the gun was empty.

You had to dig in your pockets to fill it up, the creature having heard the failed fire as it slowly advanced towards you. You started running backwards, keeping your face towards the shimmer head and quickly loaded the gun. You nearly pulled the trigger when a fucking rock so happened to be there, tripping you and sending you flying onto your back.

The shimmer head stopped in front of you. Perfect shot.

You pulled the trigger, a mix pink and red blood making a nasty splat on your face. This creature couldn’t have been bitten for nearly a week if some of its blood was still red.

You wiped your face, shaking off the shock from everything that happened, noticing how everything that could’ve went wrong, went wrong.

Oh well, it’s done now.

You took the bucket from the big bag that hung over your back and got the water, practically sprinting back to the spot you were supposed to meet Jinx.

•°•

You were still in the midst of processing your near death experience, having gone through many but that never made it easier. It couldn't have been 5 minutes in of waiting and worrying over your girlfriends being when you saw the blue clouds.

Shit. No no no.

She's in danger, she's hurt. The small building was probably filled with shimmer heads. They could all be surrounding her right now. She can't take all of them. Oh no no no.

You immediately felt your empty hand, the one that was supposed to be holding the bucket of water.

Well fuck. That was all for nothing.

But making sure Jinx was safe was more important. What good would water be if she's lying dead on the floor?

You ran and ran, noticing halfway through that the smoke was fading. And when you finally reached it, nothing seemed destroyed or broken, there was no noise. It was eerily quiet. Fuck. No. I'm too late.

You heard her call your name. Oh my god. By some miracle she's still alive.

You burst through the doors, not being considerate of how much noise you made.

"Jinx! Are you okay?!"

And there she was, completely unscathed (aside from the cut on her left cheek from yesterday and the purple bruises that stuck from last week).

So....she wasn't hurt?

"You fucking scared me!"

She flinched, "I'm sorry.." You saw the way she folded into herself, she felt unsure all of the sudden, not knowing if using the call was a good idea.

You felt horrible and sighed, shaking your head, realizing you let the stress of a long day get to you. "No no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to raise my voice." She probably got scared, panicked, maybe she was worried about you. Goodness, you needed to watch your temper.

You walked up to Jinx, ready to embrace her. It was then that she finally got a good look at your face.

"Hey," she said, her brows furrowing.

"Hey you."

"Why is there blood and shimmer all over you?" Oh. Right.

"I ran into a shimmer head- I swear I'm okay! See? I'm still here in one piece," her face fell, the mention of one getting close to you sent her into a spiral. She could see everything now, your scraped elbows, skidded kneecaps, and your bruised wrists from where the creature grabbed you. You could tell that she was beginning to panic. You already know what she was thinking, practically reading her mind.

I insisted on splitting up. I did this. You could've gotten hurt- no. You did get hurt. Look at all the blood! Oh my god did you get bit-

You brought her hand up to your heart.

Her face crumbled and she broke into little sobs, her hand squeezing your shirt tightly in her fist. Your arms went around her, holding her upright to keep from completely collapsing.

"Shhh, sh sh sh. It's okay, you're okay. We're okay, yeah? Just like you promised."

You could feel her shakey breaths on your chest and her trembling form against you as you caressed her back. You hated this, you hated when she got like this. It felt like someone stuck their hand in your chest and ripped your heart out. It hurt.

"It's beating," she choked out. You nodded, resting your cheek on her head. "It wouldn't be doing that if I got bit, would it?"

She shook her head and sniffed when she finally looked up, her eyes still filled with tears. And it felt like the person who ripped your heart out was now squeezing it.

You grabbed the side of her face that held the fresh cut from yesterday, trying to ground her.

She was partially calmed down now, "let me clean you up. Please?"

You nodded.

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You were sitting on a stool that was randomly propped in the corner of the huge shed. The place was completely empty, save for the surprisingly working lantern that was now sat next to you.

"Water?"

"Oh....I left it at the spot." You grimaced, thinking of how stupid the situation was. You could've just followed her here in the first place, there really was no need to split up.

She smiled, "Silly you."

You giggled along with her, feeling lightheaded from all the worrying you did today. It felt nice to just sit down and be calm. Nighttime was equally as stressful as daytime. The two of you taking turns on lookout for the infected, sometimes the two of you didn't sleep at all, letting paranoia take control. So sitting here, admiring your girlfriend with her eyebrows furrowed in a concentrated manner, lips forming a pout, it was a feeling you'd never forget. And oh my god, her freckles. Before everything, you'd lay in bed with her and count them. It was always too dark to tell if you'd counted the same one twice, but it didn't matter to you. You could stare at her for hours and never get bored. Jinx was perfect.

She wiped off as much dry grime and blood as she could without a proper wet cloth to clean it.

"All done," she stated proudly, setting the dirty cloth down and cradling your face gently, keeping your eyes on hers just to look at you. To fully take in the fact that you were okay.

You flopped your head forward and onto her stomach. Letting the days events get to you.

You fell into another one of those comfortable silences, the one where you were able to fantasize about a life together.

"I'm okay because of you."

She scoffed, "You almost died because of me." She sounded angry, but it wasn't directed at you.

"No. We were both at fault." You look up at her, your eyes telling her everything. You loved her, the shimmer head encounter wasn't your fault, nothing bad that happens is your fault, you're loved, you're appreciated.

And although you knew she could see it on your face, you still voiced it. Knowing that the voices in her head could trick her into thinking bad thoughts.

She swallowed her sobs, trying so hard not to cry again. Never fully digesting the fact that you actually loved her.

She listened to you talk.

"-and that leads me to this....I wanted to give you something. To-" you took a deep breath. "To make a promise."

You continued to hold her tightly to your body, your face still on her stomach, peering up at her. And you didn't elaborate, not until she asked you to. Not until she understood the weight of your words.

She nodded, signaling for you to continue.

You swallowed down your nerves and searched your pockets. Shit. Where is it?

You stood up, patting down your pants in effort to see if you'd missed the small object the first time.

No.

You dig in your sock, letting out a big breath of relief. Apparently you'd thrown it in there when that shimmer head approached you.

Another deep breath.

You got down from the stool and onto your knee, displaying the ring on your palm.

She was staring in awe, the most overwhelming look of fondness that you’d never seen before was on her face.

“I want you to marry me, Jinx. And I know, before you say this is stupid and completely idiotic of me because like, with the world quite literally ending? How can we have a life together when there’s monsters chasing us down? It’s crazy, I know that. But I want- no. I need to promise you something. I need to let you know that I love you, that I always will. I promise to always protect and give you the long and happy life that you deserve”

"I know, and I trust you. I'll protect you too." Your eyes, that were trained on her lips out of nervousness finally met her eyes. They were glistening with tears, which in turn made you more emotional.

You nodded. Your voice barely a whisper now, “til death do us part and all that crap. I just- you make me really happy and so.....yeah. Will you um, marry me? Maybe? I get if you think this is stupid but-” you were tripping over your words now. Completely and utterly wrecked with emotion, not sure if you could continue until-

“I’ll marry you! A million times yes! Yes yes yes!” She threw herself onto you, making you fall on the floor, sending you both into giggling messes. She was leaning over you, her tears falling on your cheeks as she just looked at you, an emotional wreck on the dirty floor.

You were honestly glad she'd stopped you from attempting to keep going, both relived that she’d said yes and because you knew you’d have resorted to speaking gibberish.

She probably did it on purpose. Sensing that you were having trouble forming any sentences in your emotional state.

You brought the ring to her face.

“Don’t be surprised if this doesn’t fit....I kind of just found it on the floor.” You put it to her ring finger, and what do you know. It fit perfectly.

You brought your bodies to an upright position while continuing to sit on the uncomfortably hard floor.

She smiled, holding your neck tight in her arms and asked, "So does this mean we're like....married? Or did you want a fancy wedding?" She brought her face back so that her cheek was touching yours. You felt her big smile against you, knowing she could feel the same thing.

You pulled her face so she could see the sincerity in your eyes. "No, I don't need a fancy wedding. I just need you."

She teared up more, her cheeks growing pink.

"But I promise you, we'll grow old together. We'll both live long enough to be able to eat at Jericho's again. We'll find kids to adopt even, if that's something you want."

"In my experience, you don't choose to have kids. The kids choose you."

You laugh, knowing the truth to that statement. Before the apocalypse, you'd find children on the streets of Zaun and they'd claim you. They'd force themselves into your home and into your life.

You wanted that. You wanted that as long as it was with Jinx.

"I promise, Jinx. We'll have that."

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servingthecuntry · 4 months

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Several things to say after the newest episode

WE'RE GETTING THE FATES Y'ALL(if u didn't see the episode trailer go back to the end credits and it'll be there)

Idk why they were moved to after the chimera fight but they're coming!!!!

Also I've been listening to the audiobook and decided to make a post of what we've been missing in the show

Some stuff makes sense like cutting out argus. Maybe it would've been too hard to animate all his eyes or his role wasn't big enough to fit in the time limit. But I've been craving for a missing poster with percy. At camp he's given a newspaper of his and his mums dissapearance with him as a person of interest because gabe calls him a troubled kid with a delinquent past. I get cutting out some stuff for gabe but it couldve been easy to see them walk past a newspaper of this on the train. Also there were missing posters percy would tear down when in the human world and I just want to see one person of interest or missing person poster.

Now SPOILER WARNING(books and show) but here are the other things I've noticed:

Grover got the flying shoes because percy isn't safe in the air due to zeus

The styx oath is super super serious

ANNABETHS BEEN TO OLYMPUS

Annabeth has a crush on luke(maybe they want to retcon that idk)

I'd been wondering for ages why the kids don't have cells ITS BC MONSTERS CAN TRACE THEM

argus is the camp protector and was going to drive the kids to the coach and for some reason they cut it out so we don't get to see a dude covered in eyes

Percy and annabeth aren't supposed to get along because of their parents rivalry

Argus may ship percabeth

Percy has missing posters everywhere

Percy is a person of interest in his mothers suspicious dissapearance because of gabe

GROVER CAN READ EMOTIONS (like auras?)

Grover eats tin cans and playing cards(he's also a vegetarian)

Percys mum married Gabe bc his smell hides percy from creatures/ monsters

Chiron has had a percy related prophecy that's only now starting to make sense

There were meant to be 3 furies on the bus(i can see why they cut this out)

Monsters come back to life and mrs dodds had come back

The camp was attacked by a hell hound out for percy who was fought off by annabeth with a sword and killed by chirons arrow (I get cutting out this scene but it would've looked SO COOL)

It could only be summoned by someone inside the camp and was from the field of torment so that's how they knew hades was the one who had stolen the lightning bolt and framed percy

A hawaian shirted tourist had taken a picture of percy with riptide

I'm guessing they rewrote the coach scene so they didn't lose all their snacks and money(rip grovers tin cans)

In the book if percy dies the quest is over and annabeth and grover have to go back to camp but I don't think that's an issue in the show(or maybe percy didn't know because annabeth didn't explain to him idk)

Annabeths never actually gone out into the real world since she was 7

We got to see annabeth unsure of herself because she's never gotten to properly fight a monster since she was 7 which is a shame to cut out of the show for her character arc. Tbh theyve cut out a lot of slower character arcs which is annoying but understandable with the length of each episode

Grover can play songs to help eg the find a path song but he hasn't got the hang of it yet

Hes basically a level 1 bard

Auntie M was able to use some kind of snake charmer ability

Grover was way more fighting active in the book because he found his uncles statue earlier than in the show

In the book they used a reflection of a spear instead of annabeths cap and annabeth was calculating how off the light would be because the spear was curved. Both show off annabeths intelligence but the cap is more unique and cooler on screen

When parts of a monster are cut off they don't disappear with the rest of it and become a "spoil of war" -basically a magically remaining trophy

Satyrs aren't meant to get migranes but percy and annabeth gave grover one at medusas

I'm guessing at least 50% of percys impertinence comes from being an only kid

This isn't a fact this is just something I started imagining after the 50th time someone said "Percy" with the same energy as a cat being annoyed at another housecat and giving a warning meow before attacking it

Grovers getting a searchers license to find Pan the Greek God

Grover doesn't know what happened to his dad who was also a seeker

The search for Pan gives satyrs hope after seeing what humans have done to the world

Grover tells percy annabeth forgave him for what happened at Grovers first assignment

The furies were holding back and could've been more aggressive than they were

Grover can use his emotional reading to see what percy hides about his feeling to his dad

The thing in Percys dreams tries using him to pull itself out not to drag him down

Grover can talk to all animals

Grover is a snorer

Percy tells annabeth about his dream at this point but I don't think he's told anyone about those dreams in the show

They've not said anything about the beads on their necklaces the campers get for surviving another year. Would've been an easy merch ad but maybe it wasn't important enough yet

Children of athena are made as thoughts of athena and given to people she feels close to or something

Annabeth was sent to her dad in a golden basket with the winds of zephyr

Even though she respects her mum she has equal level of daddy issues to percy

In chapter 12 percy acts like he doesn't care about his dad's approval but grover can read his emotions and knows percy sent medusas head so poseidon would be proud

But then he wonders in chapter 13 why annabeth acts like she doesn't care about her dad who seems worse than gabe when she still wears a ring from him which is such a teen thing for him to do honestly

Whenever a monster attacked annabeth the stepmum and dad blamed her for "threatening" their mortal/ normal kids

We get a hint of architecture nerd annabeth in the episode but she doesnt say she wants to build something for athena. I assume its implied but its not clarified how big her dreams are. She wants to build something that'll last 1000 years. I won't give any major spoilers but maybe we'll get it in a future scene and I'm hoping its in her siren scene

I think that while percy loves his mum and hates his dad Annabeth hates her mortal parents and Athena was her only hope of a loving mother even though in the show she says its a kind of transactional thing

Also side note I thought the chimera was the pink poodle before it left the bag and I love that they kinda sorta reference it when we see from the human passengers pov

In the books they're careful about mentioning gods around humans but percy just straight out calls the mother of monsters a monster in front of the passengers and officers. Didn't even lower his voice or anything

Hades has a helm that can make him become darkness and make you so scared you go insane

Do they ever get something equivalent to sending stones or detect thoughts like in DnD to deal with this? Obviously normal tech is out because monsters can track it but what about magical communication methods?(the iris video call system doesn't count that seems like a premium thing if it costs one gold drachma-also the book explains demigods only use gold drachmas even though in ancient greek it would've been silver- and they have 20 for the quest so they cant just use a drachma every time they want to send a magical text which; you can't do with the iris system. Also the iris system isn't any subtler than a zoom call so wouldn't be good for hiding stuff from hades)

Percy still hasn't gotten a chance to confuse annabeth with his blue snack foods(i assume grover already knows bc he'd have had blue sweets at yancy)

Zeus allowed the mother of monsters to attack Percy

The mother of monsters hates that ant eaters are named after the echidna

For some reason riptide didn't return to percy during the fight and its mentioned in the book. Maybe poseidon kept it so he could contact him?

Also a couple notes I've learned while listening to hesiod

The cyclopes helped zeus defeat kronos and bring the titans to their time out tartarus zone(not by crafting the lightning bolt in the original myths unless I'm misremembering I think they just helped in the fight like bringing your older brother to fight your bully)

The river styx is the only female river goddess and a favourite child

I hadn't taken any notes so lmk if u want me to add more hesiod fun facts and I'll relisten to theogony

I'm stopping notes here so I don't go past chapter 13: I plunged to my death

I'm thinking of writing my notes as I binge listen to the audiobook and editing them after watching the episode before posting on tumblr. Or I've already read until book 4 of the pjo series so I may decide to hold off on listening to the audiobook until each episode airs(I have vague memories of important or memorable stuff but its been a couple years since I last read the books). I'll see how long I can stop myself from listening to the audiobook. This isn't a perfect list so let me know if somethings wrong or if I missed something in tags or comments

#Pefcy jackson #Percy jackson olympians #Rick riordan #Walker scobell #Leah jeffries #Aryan Simhadri #Annabeth chase #Grover underwood #Pjo #greek mythology

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grandeoatmilklatte · 10 months

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A Little Rain Never Hurt Anyone ☔️

Here’s my contribution to the themed Weasley Wednesdays that have started up thanks to the lovely Garreth Discord. The theme was “Wet” so hopefully I did this justice!

A Little Rain Never Hurt Anyone - Garreth x F!MC (house neutral)

18+ Smut/NSFW - characters aged up and in 7th year!

1.2k words

Summary: A date in the woods gets very wet very quickly. Not sure how else to summarize this hahaha!

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It was a gorgeous day when you looked out the window when you got up this morning. Not a rain cloud in the sky.

You even made sure that it wasn’t going to rain before you even stepped foot out of the castle. Because you wouldn’t have made the plans you had made if you thought for even a second that it was going to rain.

You didn’t bother to dress for rain, because it WASN’T SUPPOSED TO RAIN TODAY.

And yet, here you were, in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, with Garreth Weasley, getting RAINED ON.

Back when you thought it was going to be a beautiful Saturday, the two of you agreed to go foraging for potion ingredients in the forest. You did this a lot, it was actually one of your favorite date activities. You had made it pretty far into the forest before it had started raining, and you weren’t carrying your brooms with you because you liked the walk, the two of you holding hands and talking about absolutely nothing while you walked.

It wasn’t downpouring at least, but you were getting pretty wet. You were pretty frustrated about it, while Garreth seemed to be laughing it off. He was always much more laid back than you, and made light of most situations you two found yourself in. It’s part of why you loved him so much.

“Hmmm. I LOVE it when you’re wet, baby!” He said with a hearty laugh. You rolled your eyes at him, but you had a smile on your face. Actually, you loved HIM when he was wet. You both had made the mistake of wearing white button down shirts today, his currently clinging to his body, where you could see the outline of his toned stomach. All you could think about was how good he looked like this and all you wanted to do was…

No. You were not about to get aroused in the middle of a rainstorm in the Forbidden Forest.

“Ugh. We should probably get moving, see if we can find a cave or something to wait this out.” You said, ignoring the way he was running his hand through his soaked hair to get it out of his face. He was so gorgeous, you knew you had to occupy your mind with something otherwise you were going to jump on him.

You continued walking deeper into the forest, since you didn’t remember seeing any caves or cover earlier on. You were walking for a couple more minutes before the rain started coming down harder. Garreth had been trailing behind you, and when you turned to him with an annoyed look on your face, his eyes went straight to your chest. His glistening green eyes went dark and lustful, and a smirk was slowly forming on his face. You looked down at yourself, once again remembering your mistake of wearing a white shirt today. You also remembered that you hadn’t worn anything underneath the white shirt. It was then you realized what Garreth was looking at, your nipples making their presence known. Your cheeks felt hot, and you could once again feel arousal creeping up on you.

Garreth approached you and brought a hand up to your chest, his index finger teasing one of your nipples through the wet shirt, which caused both of your nipples to harden further. He repeated the same action with your other nipple, and began to kiss you deeply as he teased you. You hummed against his lips, deciding that your day couldn’t get any worse, so you might as well have some fun. You threw your arms around him, and without breaking the kiss, you walked backwards into a nearby tree so you could lean your back against it. The tree’s dense branches actually provided some, but not full coverage from the rain. Something was something though, and you couldn’t care less about the rain right now, as you had a more important wetness to deal with right now.

Garreth released your lips to start kissing at your neck, which drew a moan out of you. You knew there would be no one in the forest with this rain, so you were free to be as loud as you wanted. Without removing his lips from your neck, Garreth unbuttoned your shirt, tossing it onto the ground. His mouth then latched onto your hard nipple, roughly sucking at it as his hand continued to tease the other one. Moans continued to fall from your lips as his free hand began working you out of your pants and underwear. You helped him with this, and once you were stripped down, you moved to help him out of his clothes.

Now, you were both naked, wet, and freezing, but neither of you were thinking straight. You both threw your arms around each other, pulling yourselves into another passionate kiss before Garreth grabbed your shoulders and forcefully turned you around so that your front was facing the tree. You placed your hands on the tree as he put one hand on your back and the other on your hip, pushing your back down and your hips out, so that you were bent over against the tree. Your teeth had begun to chatter now, but you knew you’d be getting relief soon enough, as you felt Garreth rub himself along your folds. “You ready for me, baby girl?” he asked softly. “Yes!” you answered breathlessly. He let out a dark chuckle before he roughly slid himself inside, sliding into you deeply. This brought a groan out of you, and he began to wildly thrust in and out of you. Loud, aggressive moans were falling from both of your lips as he dug his fingers into your hips. You started meeting his thrusts as well, eager for you both to find a quick release.

Garreth then removed one of his hands from your hips to bring it up to your hair. You had your hair up in a ponytail for your adventure today, which he took a hold of and roughly pulled as he continued to drive you to release. He took his other hand off your hip as well, using this hand to smack your ass. Hard. Multiple times. Your moans had turned to screams of pleasure at this point, while his moans had turned to growls, your sounds echoing off the forest walls.

Your release hit you like the Hogwarts Express, leaving you panting and grasping the tree in front of you for dear life, your legs ready to give out on you. Garreth’s release came right after yours, as you felt his hot liquid fill you. The two of you stopped moving but remained in the same positions for a few moments, trying to catch your breath. You grabbed the tree to help yourself stand up, and you turned back to Garreth, who had a satisfied look on his face.

“Well, at least this day turned around!” You said as you flashed him a smile. “See? A little rain never hurt anyone!” He flashed a smile right back at you. You begrudgingly got dressed in your still very wet clothes. The rain had actually subsided by this point, being reduced to a drizzle, but you decided to call it a day here, accepting the ingredients you already had in order to hurry up and get back to the castle. You started your walk back, hand in hand.

You couldn’t wait to get back to get rid of your wet clothes and change into something dry. Maybe then the two of you could have a round two that was a little less wet.

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duhragonball · 1 year

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Dragon Ball GT 45

✨GT Stands for Generating Trichomania✨

✨Positivity Page✨

This Super 17 Saga sucks, so I’ve decided to give myself a side-challenge of giffing every single time he sweeps back his long, silky hair, like Kevin Nash used to do. This episode has two such hair-sweeps, so I almost missed one. But I got them both, plus the one from Episode 44, so we’re all caught up. Don’t worry, I’ll be making a gallery post soon.

Also, we see the oni who run Hell taking Cell and Frieza away in a cage. Wait, they’re already in Hell, so where are they taking them to? Mostly, I like this shot because I’m pretty sure this is the last time my favorite character (Cell) will appear in this shitty, shitty show. Also, I like how Frieza is shoulder-to-shoulder with Cell, so there’s no way his feet can touch the floor. Cell’s basically wearing him like a backpack.

All right, let’s get down to business. Piccolo died in Episode 40, and Goku got trapped in Hell in Episode 42, and then Piccolo tricked King Yama into sending him to Hell in Episode 44, all so he could carry out some idea to get Goku back to Earth. Ideas? I know just the place to talk about this!

✨”Good” “Ideas”, Poorly Executed✨

Okay, so this is the stupidest shit...

So this all started when Dr. Gero and Dr. Mu teamed up to build an exact duplicate of Android 17, and then they somehow linked the minds of both 17′s and used them to send energy at each other, which somehow opened up a rift between Hell and Earth. It makes no sense because they literally refused to explain any of it. One minute the doctors were shaking hands, and then the title card, and then they show them toasting their newly created Hell portal.

Somehow, Piccolo knows exactly how they did this, even though he wasn’t there. He was in Heaven the whole time, which sounds about as far removed from Hell as you can get. Like, people write poetry about how far apart these two things are from each other. Meanwhile, King Kai and King Yemma, who are literal gods responsible for keeping an eye on this sort of thing, they had no idea how the portal opened in the first place, but Piccolo has the whole thing scouted.

Piccolo’s plan, then, is to just do what the 17′s did in Episode 41, so he telepathically contacts Dende to assist him from the other side. They send “concentration” at each other, and this is supposed to re-open the portal. But they have to time it just right, and that seems to be the only real problem they have with it.

So Goku suggests they use the same chant that he and Pan used to defeat Luud back in Episode 14. Piccolo is furious about having to use such a stupid chant, but it works. I’m more furious that they flat-out admitted that this whole portal-to-Hell business was swiped from an earlier episode, and one of the shittiest episodes, at that.

Also annoying: Just like Episode 14, it takes for-flippin’-ever to get the portal open, because they keep trying and trying and trying until finally Goku suggests the thing that works. Above all else, GT’s primary mission is to waste time.

Goku wants Piccolo to come with him, but Piccolo can’t move, or the portal will collapse. This means Piccolo will be trapped in Hell forever, but he says he knew what he was getting into when he came up with this plan. Goku thanks him, and dives through the portal. As Piccolo watches it close, the bad guys start to return, and Piccolo decides he can spend his time whoopin’ all the bad guys’ asses.

Okay, three things that make me livid about this.

1) Piccolo is now not only dead, but he’s stuck in hell? This is bullshit.

2) Piccolo clobbering dead villains sounds a lot more appealing than whatever Goku does next to round out this series. If they took it seriously, GT Piccolo vs. GT Cell could actually be a cool fight, so let’s just see that instead.

3) NONE OF THIS WAS NECESSARY! GOKU COULD HAVE TURNED SUPER SAIYAN 4 AND TELEPORTED OUT OF HELL WHENEVER HE WANTED!

Oh, also, when the re-killed villains return to Hell, they go through the same process as the first time they died, so King Yemma has to stamp new papers to send them back to Hell. I bring this up because when Piccolo asked to be sent to Hell to help Goku, Yemma refused, saying that once he stamps your paper you can’t change your afterlife assignment, no matter what.

My point here is that it sounds like if Piccolo had jumped through the portal and returned to Earth, he could have gone through the line again and gotten a new paper stamped, allowing him to return to heaven. But none of this matters, because Goku can teleport anywhere he wants. He should have just used Instant Transmission to meet Piccolo in Heaven, and they could have done Piccolo’s portal thingy there instead. Or Goku could have just teleported directly to Earth, because HE ALWAYS HAD THAT OPTION!

Oh, and why do the dead people in GT lose their halos when they’re in hell? They get to have halos everywhere else, but in DBZ, every dead person had a halo, no matter where they were. What’s the deal? Did they forget about this? Did they change it for some reason?

Sigh....

Let’s move on.

✨Is this episode worse than “The Roaming Lake”?✨

Yes, it is. GT has lost forty-six straight matches with the worst Dragon Ball/Dragon Ball Z episode ever made. That’s 45 episodes of GT, and the TV Special, by the way.

So, when I came up with this idea, my thought was that a lot of GT would fail to clear this bar, but once I got to the episodes with some fighting, things would improve. I just assumed that an action-heavy episode of GT could overcome all the shitty writing and annoying side-characters.

But so far, that hasn’t panned out, and I think this Super 17 fight provides a good illustration of the problem. Let me pick out two examples.

First, we have this shot of 17 landing a heavy punch on Trunks’ abdomen.

Now, the still image doesn’t look too bad. We’ve even got the thing where it looks like 17′s arm is pushing all the way through Trunks’ body, a classic trope from the glory days of DBZ. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise me if they used this because it was a callback to the 17 vs. Piccolo fight in Z.

Well, here’s the gif version of this shot.

It just doesn’t work at all. The whole point of those “my arm went through your tummy” spots is that they’re very fast. So fast that by the time you realize that it doesn’t make any sense, the action has already shifted to something else. And that’s sort of what happens here. The next cut is a closeup on Trunks coughing up spittle as he reacts to the blow, and then 17 rises up behind him. That part’s kind of in slow motion, and then it cuts to a wide shot of 17 following up with a kick. I think that’s in slow motion too.

I say “think”, because this whole sequence is very slow, and some parts of the sequence are probably supposed to be slowed down for dramatic effect, but I’m positive that this tummy punch wasn’t supposed to be one of them. I’m not an animation expert or anything. I’m just a guy who watches a lot of Dragon Ball Z.

The point I’m getting at here is that this fight sucks. The story is that 17 is too strong and too fast, and Trunks can’t even touch him. 17′s punches are so hard and quick that there’s just nothing Trunks can do. That’s the script, but the animation tells a completely different story, one where 17′s punch isn’t hard or quick. It looks like he’s gently pressing his arm into Trunks, and Trunks is holding perfectly still as 17′s arm passes through him. Also, the “camera” shakes around.

There’s just no impact to any of this. It’s so plodding and slow, and when the characters hit each other, there’s no flashes or other effects to make it feel more authentic. And this happens all the time in GT. There’s a handful of episodes where the animators seem to be on their game, but those episodes are always dragged down by the shitty storytelling. But most of the time, the show is like this, where all the fighters look like they’re moving underwater.

Okay, next example: Uub tries to jump back into this thing, and 17 removes his left forearm and reveals a machine gun. It’s kind of like Dr. Cochin shooting Krillin in DBZ Movie 2.

Except Uub doesn’t dodge the bullets. He just lays there and covers up his head.

Super 17 shoots him for a while, and then Uub sort of lays there like “Ohhh, those bullets hurt me so much, you guys! Now I can’t do anything!” He’s not dead or anything, he’s just worn out.

And this is the big problem with every fight in this series. The idea here is to show off all the characters’ powers, and demonstrate which ones are stronger than the others. In this case Super 17 is outclassing everyone. The others are no match for him, even when they work together. And yet, scenes like this completely muddy the waters. Who is strong in this scene? Who is weak?

I mean, 17 seems strong because he shut down Uub so easily, but think about it. If he’s that much stronger than Uub, why didn’t his bullets kill him? And if the bullets can’t kill Uub, why is he using them? Why doesn’t he just run over and cut his head off or something?

You could argue that this is being done to show how strong Uub is, but I don’t buy it. If he’s strong enough that the bullets can’t hurt him, then why is he just lying there, letting them hit him? Shouldn’t he at least roll out of the way, and try to find some cover?

I want to stress here that this has nothing to do with power scaling. I’m not bringing this up to talk about whether DBZ characters are bulletproof, or make up some fanlore about how Dr. Mu made special Machine Mutant ammo for 17′s gun arms. That’s irrelevant. All that matters is that 17 is supposed to be dominating this battle, and yet we see him using attacks that don’t actually hurt anyone, at all. He hit Trunks and Uub with TWO Flash Bombers before this. I think Flash Bomber is Super 17′s finisher, but they took two of those last episode, and they’re still putting up a fight in this one. And Super 17′s like “Let me finish the job with a really slow punch and some non-lethal bullets!”

Then Vegeta tries to rally, and from here on, it’s basically Vegeta vs. Super 17, which would make sense except 17 already beat him down in the last episode. Somehow Vegeta lasts longer this time, even though he’s still using his Super Saiyan form, which did him no good earlier.

So while that’s going on, Pan gets fed up and takes matters into her own hands. She sneaks up on Dr. Gero and puts him in a hammerlock AND a choke hold at the same time, then has Giru hold a gun to his head. She threatens to kill him unless he orders Super 17 to stand down, and Gero... agrees? Shouldn’t Gero be a lot stronger than this? No, wait! Shouldn’t he be using the receptacles on his hands to steal Pan’s energy? He could just launch himself into the air, faster than Giru could follow, and drain Pan before she knows what’s happened.

I mean, what was the point of turning himself into an android if he can’t do things like that?

Anyway, he orders 17 to halt his attack on Vegeta, but then 17 aims at Gero instead. Gero is shocked, and then he’s shocked again when Dr. Mu reveals that he reprogrammed 17 to follow Mu’s orders alone. Apparently, every time 17 seemed to obey Gero, Mu was transmitting the same orders to him.

So 17 betrays Gero again, and Mu gloats that there’s no one left to stop him, now that Goku is trapped in hell. That offends Vegeta, who gets up and turns Super Saiyan one more time, insisting that he can win this fight without Goku’s help. Normally, this would be the part where Vegeta gets clobbered for a while, but instead Goku shows up almost immediately, and tackles Vegeta before he can eat another blast from 17. Why? Was this the blast from 17 that was actually going to kill someone?

So Goku’s finally here to take on Super 17. All he has to do is turn Super Saiyan 4 and even the playing field, but no. No, he won’t do that. Instead he turns Super Saiyan 1, and starts fighting 17 that way.

Motherf--!

Vegeta was already doing that this whole time, and it didn’t work! At all! Just turn into a Super Saiyan 4! What the hell is wrong with you, Goku?!

✨The Blade Braxton Memorial Haiku*✨

Piccolo’s in hell.

Can it get worse? Ask his new

Roomate: Castiel.

#dragon ball #dragon ball gt #really sucks #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #*haiku does not come with crown as illustrated #goku #piccolo #pan #trunks #dr gero #vegeta #dr mu #android 17 #uub #king yemma #pui pui #frieza #cell #perfect cell

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Settle for Me

It's not often I go on dates during the holiday season. The reason should be obvious: most people put a heavy emphasis on such dates. After all, these dates are mostly for family, friends and...loved ones. But when one is still getting to know another, a heavy significance can be put on the periods between Christmas and New Years. So, when I told Dikottir that the Darkfield experiences had returned to Sydney (after he'd gone to several earlier in the year: Seance and Flight), he was eager to cross another one off his list. And he didn't want to wait until after the holiday season to do so.

Thankfully, I did have a few days off between Christmas and New Years and could join him in one such experience: Coma. Although, I had a feeling he'd only chosen Coma so he could find a place to lie down for a good thirty or so minutes.

Not realising Darkfield would only be on at night, Dikottir and I initially planned to meet up for lunch. It was only when Dikottir was perusing tickets, and only finding sessions from 6:00 PM onwards, were we able to deduce these were evening-type events. Thankfully, I was able to message Dikottir before he'd left his apartment and we rescheduled our initial 11:00 AM start to 5:00 PM (wherein a rainstorm drenched Sydney in between).

Dikottir managed to spot me at Kinokuniya despite the fact I'd cut my hair short because of my iconic red jacket - the one I got during my trip to Egypt and Turkey back in 2023. As I waited for him, I'd perused the shelves of the bookshop before picking up one of the latest volumes of Monstress to while away the time. Once the initial greetings were done and dusted, Dikottir and I strolled down to Pitt Street Mall where he did some shoe shopping at the local Footlocker (and to use up his gift cards) by getting a new pair of black Asic joggers.

And while I had wanted to get a few new pairs of shoes (I ended up going to the Birkenhead Point shopping outlet), there wasn't any styles I liked.

From Footlocker, we wandered down to the Lego Store. We had a brief exchange about Agatha Christie and the twists she incorporated in many of her mysteries, even as I ogled the Orient Express Lego set. And perfect for any person with an obsession for trains.

Not that I have one, mind you. Instead, I fell in love with the NASA Space Shuttle. Although, of course, the Lego Store in the city didn't have it in stock at the time (I'd pick it up later in January at another store). Our visit to the Lego store went a little long and before we knew it, we were legging it over to Barangaroo. Of course, Dikottir deferred to my superior sense of direction and we arrived there without too much hassle.

But what to say about Coma?

Coma had us clamber into bunk beds inside a shipping container. What objects we did have, we put at the foot of the bed. There was a white pill one could ingest to heighten the experience. And there was a set of headphones (which had the volume on way too loud for my delicate sensitivities).

Once everyone had settled and either taken the while placebo pill (or not), the lights dimmed until all one could see was inky blackness and we were lulled by the audio descriptions we could hear.

While the experience wasn't terrible, I suppose some of the illusion of being in a coma was shattered by the fact I could still move around if I so chose. And this was heightened by my state of discomfort of how I'd arranged my belongings at the foot of my bed (and that I was forced to sleep directly on my back).

For the most part, though, Coma wasn't too bad as it narrated a few events and also primed the brain for several scents that were funnelled through a nearby vent on the right side of each bunk. My only complaint would be the loud buzzing at the end, which proved to be far too loud and irritating.

I have sensitive ears. I jump at loud noises. It is never good to have loud annoying buzzing near me.

After our Darkfield experience, we strolled back towards Barangaroo and the food options found therein. In the end, we settled for Ume burger and chatted jovially about the state of the world and the partisan nature of Australian politics.

Why does it always feel like our political parties are at each other's throats? Why are they so unwilling to make concessions for the betterment of the people? Honestly, I feel as if most of the major parties treat each other like exes who really enjoy having hate sex because it's the only way they get off with each other.

There just doesn't seem to be any middle ground.

In any case, after the date with Dikottir, I returned home and began to ponder if after three dates I could see a future with him. But while I didn't have butterflies fluttering around in my stomach at the thought of him, Dikottir was also inoffensive. We shared quite a few similarities. And if we were marrying not for love, I didn't feel like there would be anything wrong with me choosing him as a life partner. The two of us would probably just end up doing our own things and then come together only when needed.

Plus, he had a decent job, seemed to have a good relationship with his parents, and he had a delightful dog that he liked to share pictures of. What wasn't there to like?

And yet, this was not the romance I'd been sold in the stories and movies over the years. Quite literally, there was no 'spark.' No Anne Hathaway's lifting of the foot a la The Princess Diaries. Although, to be fair, we haven't even reached the stage of holding hands.

But the real question: do I want to hold hands with Dikottir?

Is this what non-ace/aro people feel compelled to do?

I mean, I did wonder what it might be like if he were to hold my hand but my brain couldn't quite fathom what would happen afterwards. Would he then hold me in his arms and I'd 'drown' into his chocolate brown orbs?

Yes, I know I'm being facetious now but every time I ask someone what it's like to fall for someone, I don't get anything definitive. Just 'oh, you'll know it when you feel it.'

In any case, I've left the door open for future dates with Dikottir. He seems to be the strongest candidate so far. And I suppose I could so far worse. Now, if only I could get any sort of warm fuzzy feelings to start in some way or another because neither of us deserve to just 'settle' even if it would be a practical proposal.

Now, if only I could enter a 1920s black and white dance number with Santino Fontana.

#personal blog #dating #hinge #darkfield #crazy ex girlfriend songs #coma

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girlwithfish · 7 months

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today was soo bad my class was out of control lol. me n my coworker couldnt get them in control during naptime the first hr they went to sleep rhen the second half when i got back a few were awake and then it just went into chaos where i was alone w like 14 awake children and i couldnt get them to stay on their beds or be quiet and then so im like ok u can read a book to urself on ur cot but then theyre all walking around and start playing w each orher talking doing shit theyre not supposed to and it just goes into fkn chaos and im also trying to work on an activity i can do w tbem later but i barely have time bc they r all awake and also pushing each other screaming etc then my coworker gets back and then admin switches her oht w another teacher bc we cant control the kids and its embarrassing ig but idk they dont listen to me so lol. Nd i get a warning abt phone usage whcih is whatever and my coworker gets a warning abt being too aggressive even tho the otber teachers yell and also move the kids sometimes yk like? idk and then tbis other coworker whos not eben in my classroom texts me a reminder to post pictures of the kids today which ig she was trying to b helpful but i found it more annoying and then when theyre outside im tkaing pictures of them on my phone and posting them onthe app bc we have to and my other coworker like reminded me ig to so whatever and then theres this stupid shit w this kid whos always taking his sheos off and throwing them around or into the drain or over the fence so sometiems my coworker just takes them so he doesnt lose thek somewhere and my other coworker gets pissed abt it and tben he did have is shoes outside and then throws them over the fence and shes pissed abt that and the otber teachers in the nextdoor playground for a younger class r like kind of watching our kids too eben tho theres 3 of us there and my one coworker is getting the kids shoes and like says we shld be watching them not the other teachers eben tjo we are and im just doing the stupid activity shit bc if i dont do it now everyones going to give me shit and i had no time earlier to do it and she can handle the shoes imo if shes so pissy that my other coworker takes his shoes like yeah if u give them to him jes gonna throw them over the fence not my problem when i didnt even give them to him😭IDK

#worst day ever #and it feels weird theyre saying ny coworker is too aggressive when shes dojng the same things other teachers do. like sometimes yelling #and u do habe to move them sometimes when they arent listening idk

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What is with all these crossovers between The Rookie and The Rookie Feds?

I know a lot of people from social media who don’t watch Feds and have no interest in it, but all these crossovers basically force us to do so. It’s annoying.

Do you have any insight on to why it’s been so many so far? I’m expecting more crossovers, which is disappointing since The Rookie can stand on its own.

honestly, i am a little confused by this take! i have seen it quite a bit and i don't really get why people are like...annoyed? they have a second show in the universe now, they're going to do crossovers – that doesn't mean you need to watch them or become invested, it just means the story is spread over two different platforms. i do understand if you don't want to watch feds, but do want the story resolution...sure, that can be bothersome – but like. they're not going to do major rookie character development on feds. they're going to do plot-work, and you can always catch up on that later if you're not interested in devoting an hour to it on tuesday.

i'm going to put this under a cut bc it got long, but:

sunday is, for all intents and purposes, the first crossover between the rookie and the rookie feds as standalone shows. the characters appearing in each other's shows really don't count as crossovers, as their appearances are not integral to the story. what we've seen so far are the cast members making cameos on each other's shows – which you fully do not need to watch if you don't want to keep up with both! there was no plot for nolan/angela/tim/lucy in either of the feds episodes that featured them, those appearances were more for marketing purposes than anything else. i also think the feds cast will pop up on rookie and vice versa pretty frequently for this first season of feds, because it's helping establish the expanded universe to the audience.

that's truly the thing, though: if you don't want to watch feds, don't watch it. it's not doing anything for the chenford plot, and if there is a crossover ep, i'm sure you can just find a recap article after the fact if you don't want to waste your time with it, but do want to keep up with the story. plus, if there's any chenford, you'll be able to find it over on @chenfordsource or probably everywhere in the chenford tag.

anyway as for your question...i have no insight on any of that bc it hasn't been so many, but if you're asking why they're showing characters moving between shows, it's literally just:

they're trying to make sure the audience understands the universe has expanded so they don't have to keep explaining it as time goes on – so if angela, for example, pops up on feds in three months, it doesn't need to be like, "my detective contact at the mid-wilshire division, angela lopez, can come in on this," – they can just have angela show up, and the viewers know who she is.

they're marketing for feds. the rookie can stand on it's own – and they're hoping in the future, feds can too, but right now...a big part of the draw of the draw for feds is that it's a part of the rookie-verse...and so yeah, you'll see rookie people on feds because they're the money. they're the characters we already know and love, they're the draw. plus? imo, it's fun – a no-stakes extra moment of tim and lucy being dorks? sign me up. it's not supposed to be furthering their story in any way, it's supposed to be guest work – but rather than having random guest actors involved, it just connects the worlds even further.

i am sorry you feel disappointed by this, but honestly i hope you are able to change your outlook! i don't think the crossovers are a bad thing (as someone who is liking feds so far) and overall...i think they're here to stay, as long as feds continues on. it's a byproduct of an expanded universe, and i am excited to see how they tackle it. i wouldn't be too worried about watching if you're uninterested in feds – like i said earlier, you can always catch up on feds plot stuff elsewhere if you don't want to miss the story points you might need, but don't want to commit to the show.

#anonymous #ask #chenford #the rookie #the rookie feds #i hope this doesn't sound mean i just do not get this take honestly #i really have been liking feds and i understand its not for everyone but like...its going to exist #so i feel like if you're going to watch rookie you gotta at least accept that feds isn't going anywhere ya know #anyway sorry this is so long and again apologies if it sounds mean i am having a really bad week!#that is not an excuse i am just kind of unable to gauge whether my tone sounds harsh or not atm #ok bye!

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Ok buckle up it’s story time. I’ve been musing on the whole Jack Crusher thing on Picard and I have joked (as I have seen others do as well) being a fanfic OC, coming in and making everything be about him. Not to put shade on fanfic OC’s at all but what is fun in fanfic hits a little different on screen in canon. But anyway I am getting off topic and possibly digging myself a hole I don’t mean. So moving on!

It made me remember Warehouse 13 because for reason beyond all understanding they suddenly gave Artie a son in the show finale. A son that he hadn’t known about, and I can’t quite recall how old the son was when he learned. The implication seemed to be that they had one adventure snagging an artifact and there had been pretty much no contact before or since which I guess explained why this phantom son had never been mentioned before??? Except not really because damn Artie makes you look seriously bad. I suppose it was “oh the warehouse is dangerous” but ugh anyway I was more annoyed that this plot thread had just been dropped in the finale! Like why? Can’t do anything with that. It was so weird to come up with something so huge and then show ended, nothing to see here.

So obviously my fanfic writer brain started chewing on this and wondering how to make it interesting. So yeah true fanfic OC time because why the hell not? It is undeniably fun. Also I never wrote this so it exists only in my brain for my own amusement, and now potentially yours by summary if I ever get to the point.

For the plot of the phantom son to not unfairly take attention from the main characters, it would be ideal to introduce him earlier like perhaps forshadow and then actual appear towards the end of season 1. Which would make him a legitimate character that can have plot.

Now I think the story on Warehouse 13 was Artie had a girlfriend when at the NSA and she was pregnant and didn’t know/hadn’t told him, and then he was arrested/recruited to the Warehouse and left behind everything of his old life as a quasi-witness protection type deal. The son was completely normal, had a family of his own, and I guess actually you know that’s nice that somebody had normal relatives not bothered by Warehouse drama. Certainly everybody else got dragged in like Myka’s parents. Pete’s ex-wife etc. So I guess the actual story isn’t bad it just doesn’t go anywhere because apart from Artie being sad he can’t see them because he has to stay away for their protection (which I kinda hate because surely precautions, effort could be made etc.)

Anyway I figured if we were going to make it plot then make it fun. Bring in another plot line of the Warehouse they never really explored and I was always fascinated by - the competition I am sure they had but never admitted to.

What if Artie got the girlfriend AFTER joining the Warehouse? Someone else with Russian roots, who could relate about the fear for his relatives in Russia. I mean Artie did what he did to save them and then when it all went bad he must have been scared it would have undone it all. Plus that had been a weakness in the past, so why not go for the weak spot that works? Obviously the Warehouse would have flagged it but the key to a good lie is that a lot is the truth. If she was open about her Russian roots why would there be any suspicion? A Russian spy would surely want to be as non-Russian as possible right? Because let’s face it height of the Cold War even if the Warehouse did manage to be neutral it is still in the USA, and so Russia wanting to infiltrate it just makes sense. Also critical point (for my own enjoyment) is I very much liked the whole Irina plot in Alias. Only Irina was a good guy (kinda) and this spy girlfriend is definitely not.

Obviously cover was blown, the Warehouse learned the truth, and the spy left and then discovered she was pregnant. So when did Artie learn about the kid? I am thinking initially when the kid was a few years old. Old enough to be thought loyal to Russia but young enough to tug on heartstrings. Another way to infiltrate the Warehouse. Only it doesn’t work. The Regents offer to get the kid but Artie declines. The boy doesn’t know him. It would be wrong to strip him from the only family he has ever known. Plus Artie does do the helpless head in the sand thing. I can hear him splutter “what would I do with a kid? How could I raise him alone? The work has to come first.” I mean even after 20 years Artie still feels he needs to make amends for the artifacts to Russia so just a few years later? Plus having had the second brush with nearly letting someone into the warehouse. So much of his self-worth is tied up in being a good agent and making it right.

Now obviously the fun part comes when the kid grows up. I am thinking the first time he and Artie actually meet they are going after the same artifact. Yup the kid grew up to be a retrieval specialist. Now who else do we know who is in the black market artifact trade? Who would have been highly interested in Artie’s son? Oh yes I am quite sure that James MacPherson would have been delighted to contract Karl (yeah I named him) to be his right hand.

Am I done? No I am not done because math is hard and I am not entirely sure. Plus the years are hard to work out for when the Phoenix incident happened. But I think it might pretty much work for either Artie to fall into this femme fatale trap when MacPherson married Carol, or when MacPherson used the Phoenix to save her AND (fun stuff) for Karl to then be about the same age as Claudia… Claudia who hunted for everything she could find on the Warehouse and how she could break into it. I would say a retrieval specialist with a bit of a grudge against the Warehouse would have been a solid source. One that Claudia cut ties with when she chose to join the Warehouse lest the regents think she was a traitor.

When Leena framed Claudia as a traitor that would have added an extra dimension. Plus I am just imagining the drama if Karl told Claudia his bio dad was an agent but never said his name, and then the reveal of “Artie?!?!”

I know I know this is getting a bit of a soap opera but that’s part of the fun of a fanfic OC. Bring in all the drama. Make it ridiculous with Russian spies because why not? It’s fun. Plus I don’t know if you can tell with what I have said but I am trying to think about this mostly in relation to what meaty conflict it gives Artie and Claudia to chew on. That is even in fanfic what interests people - the real characters. I can try and make the fanfic OC compelling but at the end of the day they aren’t the point. I can write it for me and do what I find amusing but that’s why the OC exists at all.

Anyway I like dimensions and layers and I can’t quite decide how this would affect the season 1 finale. No matter what HG Wells needs to be unbronzed. But then? If MacPherson had another option would he have accompanied HG back to the Warehouse to break into the Escher Vault or would he have sent Karl instead? When Claudia left the Warehouse upset that everyone thought she was a traitor Joshua was half a world away, what if Karl was closer? They broke up but he knows about the Warehouse and would understand.

Now the thing with villains is if they stay at large it makes the heroes look incompetent. So it wouldn’t be good for Karl to be allowed to be a rival retrieval specialist competing for artifacts forever. But equally having him in that dubious gray area of kinda enemy, kinda friend. Sometimes working against them, sometimes giving them information/help. That feels interesting.

Of course with this kind of AU the ripple effects start and get bigger and bigger, and then it’s hard to think about what happens and the consequences.

I think it’s pretty known that I ship Artie and MacPherson. The parallels to HG and Myka, plus the echoes of James and John from Sanctuary just planted the idea in my head and it wouldn’t leave. The whole element of “Uncle James was more a father to me than anyone which I guess makes sense, as if things had been different he would have been my co-dad” the tug of war of the two different paths, whether the Warehouse is morally right or wrong, the corruption - which side? Etc. I mean there is a difference between principles and practice sometimes. Like the Warehouse has the bronzer and other very bad things. It’s not totally black and white even if on the surface it sometimes seems that way because the agents of the Warehouse whom we love and cheer for have the best intentions.

Anyway I think I have rambled long enough to cover most of what is swirling in my brain. I have almost certainly forgotten something but ehhh no matter. After all this is just for fun 😉

#warehouse 13 #in which I am undeniably back on my bullshit #will this make sense to anyone but me? probably not but it is fun anyway #don’t mind me just chilling with the brain idea gremlins this sucky Wednesday #sam rambles (a lot)

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Castle AU Excerpt

Dimitri catched sight of a pair of ripped jeans. He eyes scans higher. Jim removes his leather jacket, hangs it at a nearby rack, revealing the tank top he wore underneath. He wore gloves on both hands, with a lenghty meshnet glove covering only one arm.

"... At that moment and the bullet sings the outro of the midnight as the clocktower sounded out." Dimitri continued to mutter, even when his eyes were no longer at the book page since Jim was too gorgeous to look away from.

The applause broke him out of his reverie and Dimitri managed to snap out of it enough to thank them for their support, his eyes never leaving Jim who was also clapping along with the crowd.

Later, Jim chats with a guy at the bookstore as Dimitri's other listeners loiter with their copies of his new book Vengeful Midnight after the author's dramatic reading earlier.

"I don't know about 'moving' delivery, but..."

Dimitri stepped in and interrupted Jim's reply to the guy, "Detective Hawkins." he postures, "To what do I owe this very unexpected pleasure?"

"Excuse me." Jim nodded once at the guy first, before turning his attention to Dimitri and the guy moves to check the rest of the store. "I just figured, if you're gonna bother me at my work, I should return the favor; eye for an eye and all that." He smirked, "But the reading was, uh, actually more impressive than I expected."

Dimitri knew they've been bantering long enough to not trust that compliment, "How impressive are we talking about here?" he asked dubiously.

"'Don't,' she barely got the word out because the trigged was pulled." Jim mimicked the husky tone Dimitri used earlier during the dramatic reading, "Time have stopped at that moment and the bullet sings the outro of the midnight as the clocktower sounded out." He grinned cheekily at the writer, "How does a bullet sing a song? I'm just curious."

Dimitri rolled his eyes. He knew Jim was smart enough to spot a metaphor when he sees one, especially if he's been reading his books. "Oh, backseat writing, are we?" he asked, "Telling me how to do my job?"

"Now you know how it feels." Jim quipped.

At that moment, Sophie and Cornelius stepped in and joined the two.

The older woman grabbed Dimitri's arm excitedly, "Oh, oh," she looked towards Jim, appraising his choice of clothing. "oh! You really look like you haven't aged since the last time I saw you."

"Well," Jim smiled, "it was only a few weeks ago when you bailed Dimitri out."

Sophie waved a dismissive hand, "My mistake; since I saw you back at Dimitri's graduation," she corrected. "Ah, some people are just lucky to have the fountain of youth in them."

Jim doesn't bother telling her that it's actually been annoying that he looked so young that people underestimated him in the early days of his cop training. But he supposed it was lucky in a way that their underestimation of him made it more satisfying when they proved them wrong.

"In his case," The detective cocked his head towards Dimitri, "he's got the fountain of obnoxious immaturity in him."

Dimitri narrowed his eyes at that and Cornelius laughed. "Well," the teenager interjected, "he's not wrong there, dad. If not for the beer belly, I could introduce you to people as my younger brother."

"Hey." The writer scowled, looking at his belly. "And I do not have a beer belly."

Cornelius grinned, "Made you look." he held up his hand.

Jim slapped it with a high five.

Dimitri sighed, shaking his head. At one side, it made him inexplicably happy that Cornelius and Jim seemed to be getting along.

"Speaking of beers, we should really make a toast to this moment." Sophie squeezed her godchild's arm, "Eudora from the Ledger says you're going to be number one this week. And look!" she scanned the store, "Everyone is buying your book. Now, don't you feel silly for believing all those reviews?"

Dimitri narrowed his eyes, smiling evenly at the woman. "Yes." He knew which from the two of them worried more, though. "Yes, I didn't need to worry, did I?"

"Oh, good times," Sophie sighed happily, "Now let's just hope Blake Scorch does just as well, too. Graduation and college fees aren't cheap, you know?" she nudges Cornelius.

Jim raised a brow, looking at the woman. "Blake Scorch?"

"The character he's basing on you." Sophie elaborated.

"Blake." Jim glared at Dimitri, his voice tight. "Scorch."

Cornelius snickered, "Uh oh," he grinned. Someone's gonna get it..."

"Can I talk to you for a second?" Jim asked, but it wasn't really a question.

Dimitri seemed unfazed though. "Of course."

The two moved towards to the side, so they're not in front of Cornelius and Sophie. The young redhead moved to follow, maybe find a spot to eavesdrop, but Sophie stopped him.

"I wanna hear." Cornelius pouted.

Sophie smirked, shaking head. "No, no," she chided, "Let them at it."

Jim found a spot where not too many people were crowding upon on and he addressed the issue there, "What kind of name is Blake Scorch?"

"A cop name." Dimitri answered curtly.

"It's literally bullshit." Jim deadpanned, "and it sounds like the alias of a twinky hooker."

Dimitri grinned, enjoying this payback for being made fun of earlier. "So it fits."

"Oooh, you're paying for that one." The detective glowered. "And what the hell is Scorch? You make it sound like I'm a cat in heat."

"Not you, Blake. I did say he was hot and sexy." Dimitri shrugged, "In my defense, I asked for your input and you told me to figure it out myself."

Still, Jim did not look mollified. "Change it, Dimwit."

"Now, now, give it a chance." Dimitri placated, and Jim crossed his arms at him. "Think about the titles. Scorch Marked. Scourged Scorch." A dramatic pause. "Scorch Climax."

Jim looked even less amused than he was earlier, "Change the name." he reiterates.

"No." Dimitri refused flatly.

Jim glowered, stepping forward warningly. "Yes."

"The threatening intonation of the 'yes' doesn't make it less of a no." Dimitri grinned cheekily, but he does start retreating from the detective.

Jim continued his insistance, "Change it."

"Still no."

"Dimwit..."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not asking, I'm telling."

At this point, Dimitri hid behind a cardboard stand of himself. "I have artistic integrity, Jim."

"'Artistic intergrity' my ass."

"Is that an offer?"

Jim glared at him, ""Change the name, Dimwit. Today." he demanded.

"If I cave now, what next? What next? What more demands would you demand?"

Cornelius may not be able to overhear what they're saying, but he definitely managed to catch a video of his the two's prey-and-predator-like display.

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