#jena writes

[astudyinfic]

Title: Gingerbread

Fandoms: Cut & Run by Abigail Roux

Relationships: Ty Grady/Zane Garret

Words: 661

Rated: G

Summary:

All Zane wants to do is some baking. Ty is making that far more difficult than it needs to be.

Tags:  Holiday baking, Ty being Ty, Holiday Writing Challenge

#jena writes #2023 holiday writing #cut & run

[gardenoblues]

Woe...what a night.

The relief in his eyes when she said she wouldn't judge him so easily. The delight in his face when she said she would've taken it further.

The curious tilt of her head, thinking how he knew she got expelled, and with no hesitation she'd do it again. His reaction to it; the evident joy that he couldn't hide.

Then all goes to hell when he says;

"I knew there was a reason I liked you."

Her face softens as he says it. Thee Wednesday Freakin' Friday Addams.

It sealed it. A validation.

Someone liked how unhinged she was, a normie even, accepted her for who she is. He was different from the snobbish, insufferable elites she had met in the school she didn't want to attend. He gets his hands dirty and not like the Nevermore brats too spoiled to know how a coffee machine works.

And it all made sense at the end why she was so into him too.

Him being a normie was fine.

She couldn't have foresaw or imagine him as an outcast.

But him being both of two worlds was so unexpected, it stung. Everything he did was a mockery of her shortcomings, and they both knew it. Him more than anyone else.

As much as she couldn't stand the fact that being a psychic, a raven, and missing the most crucial part of the puzzle humiliates her to the bone, it didn't change the fact that, yes.

Yes. All was done, blood was shed, tears were wasted and lives were taken.

He was suddenly the monster wreaking havoc in town. Disemboweling bodies in the woods, lying as if it were walking, killed his therapist boy-monster.

He wasn't just Tyler Galpin; a part time barista, and a wide eyed boy ready to comply with her whims.

He was, and is the Hyde.

Walking freely in town wearing the same innocent face that managed to fool her and stayed out of her radar. With his bigot, normie, sheriff father.

All smiles and sunshine in the daylight, but at night the shadows consume him.

"Of course the first boy I'd kiss would turn out to be a psycho killing monster. Guess I have a type."

Yeah girl you have a type.

And it's a temperemental beast with a mind of its own.

And it all started with a cup of coffee he had made for her. And those damn words she held in the back of her mind every time she does something unpleasant or disappoints her family or the head of the wretched school.

"I knew there was a reason I liked you."

But this time, it wasn't Tyler Galpin's voice echoing in her shabby mind.

It was her voice that she tried to suppress as her ribcage claws out of her chest. Denying any hint of affection.

There is always an explanation why things are the way they are, and why people act the way that they do.

And it was in front of her all this time.

Even now that Tyler is splayed bloody in the open.

There it is.

The reason why she liked him.

#wyler #tyler galpin #wednesday addams #wednesday series #ao3 #this may have gotten a little unplanned #but guess it turned out well #GIVE US SEASON 2 BECAUSE HOW CAN YOU DROP A MASTERPIECE AND DISAPPEAR FOR WHAT FEELS LIKE YEARS #the subtle acting in this scene tho 🤌 #hunter and jena have the perfect chemistry together on screen no one should deny that #another wyler brainrot enjoy suckers #if someone can write more or continue this thread lol jk #this scene made me a solid wyler fan frfr #when he said that line i just knew they'd be end game because why else would have been that iconic? #there was no need for it to hit that hard it they're not gonna end up together okay??!! #okok I'll stop

[gallawitchxx]

A.U.gust 2023 | DAY SIX - Genderswap

thanks to @gallavichthings for hosting! 🥳 & thank you to @doodlevich for the inspiration 🖤

It’s cold, but a habit’s a habit, which is how you find yourself smoking and shivering outside of the diner on the corner.

The door opens and you see her—the girl you’ve been eyeing all night. 

Her hair is ink black and shaved on one side, her top lip frozen in a constant sneer, and as she moves towards you, your whole chest floods with heat.

“Got a light?”

“Me?”

“No, the guy lurkin’ in the shadows behind you. Yes, you!”

You nod and she leans in. She smells like Irish Spring soap and the rest of your life.

#second pov & lesbian gallavich? WHAT A DAY #jena your art is my everything #a.u.gust 2023 #day six #genderswap #shameless #shameless fanfiction #ian x mickey #bee writes 🐝 ✍🏼

[picspammer]

You have all the weapons you need... Now fight!

Happy birthday Sucker Punch! (hope one day we'll see the real you)

#sucker punch #releasethesnyderpunch #zack snyder #lately i've been living in the zs tag lol i write as desolation row starts playing on my phone #it was hard making this one because this film has SO many great frames #emily browning #abbie cornish #jena malone #vanessa hudgens #carla gugino #scott glenn #jamie chung #babydoll #sweet pea #rocket #blondie #dr vera gorski #amber

[nine-blessed-hero]

Thinking about how, at the end of The Ruby Falls, Aderyn's comms are open all through the final scene.

About how, until Jena isolates her line, every Blade hears the agonised scream she makes when Martin falls.

About what that must do to Jauffre and Steffan, bound to hold the line until the building is secure again.

About what that must do to Baurus, mere meters away from his beloved, yet unable to get in and help.

About Jena, who has to listen to the whole thing and has to compartmentalise it. Who has to unwaveringly remain calm and collected as she coaches Aderyn out of her stupor, because any crack Jena shows, Aderyn will surely fall to pieces, and then Martin will be lost.

Just - all the implications; my gods.

Struggling to remember that I wrote this, y'know? 😅️

#hero of kvatch #oc aderyn griffiths #jauffre #jena #baurus #the blades #meta writing #TESFic #tes oblivion #oblivion fanfiction #oblivion fanfic #modern oblivion au #The Elder Scrolls #wip 'the ruby falls' #haven's ember series #meta wandering words #I just finished my re-read #i promise I'll finish it one day

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

@mikhailoisbaby's gold chain Mickey doing the lord's work to make sure I write.

#HARRRVEEEEY #I LOVE HIM #unfortunately i ran out of room on the keyboard area for stickers #I have my commishes from jena there #But Gold Chain Mickey is the first sticker for the outside of the laptop! #there to lovingly threaten me to write #AND HIS LIL BANGS

[allisluv]

hcs about johanna and victor reader at some victors party in the capital? like I can imagine johanna simply grabbing reader in front of everyone

johanna would be glued to your hip the entire evening. she's holding your hand and asking for some of your lipstick before kissing you in front of everyone. she's not ashamed of whoever sees you and she is making sure everyone knows that you're taken <3

#the hunger games #grace talks🐚🌷 #thg #headcanons #wlw #johanna mason x reader #johanna mason #jena malone #wlw hcs #hcs #blurb #fem!reader #writing #writer #writers on tumblr

[doodlevich]

Scrabble King

Now you all know I love a good prompt, and I’ve been using this opt prompt generator to get some ideas! Here’s the results:

Prompt #1: Ian staying up half the night to finish a game with Mickey.

Word Count: 752

Rated: M

“Go to sleep, man. Your eyes are barely open.” Ian chuckles at his husband, who’s slouched back in his chair like a ragdoll, fighting the influence of slumber.

“Fuck off and fuck you…” Mickey grunts. “We’re finishing this damn game. ‘M gonna win.”

In front of them on the table is a second hand scrabble board that looks like it couldn’t possibly fit any more words. They’re down to their last few letters, and Mickey’s about 50 points away from taking home the win. Near impossible odds, especially considering how he’s been playing so far.

“We can finish tomorrow.” Ian sighs, rapidly blinking his dry eyes and willing them to focus. “C’mon, it’s like… 2 am.”

Mickey slams his fist down on the table suddenly, making the whole board jump a little and displacing some of the pieces. “Suck it up, princess. I got shit to prove.”

Ian rolls his eyes, carefully placing letters back into the correct alignment. He’s not sure what Mickey thinks he’s going to prove with four letters and no space on the board, but he also knows the man he married is about as stubborn as they come.

They’ve been playing for far longer than any scrabble tournament has a right to go on. Ian’s not sure when they started, but all he knows is that his ass muscles are cramping from sitting in the same position for too long. They’ve played 4 games, he thinks, maybe 5, and he’s managed to smoke Mickey by a mile in every one. He’s not even doing it on purpose any more- Mickey’s just historically bad at spelling and his vocabulary typically leaves something to be desired.

‘SHITSHOW’ isn’t a word Mick.

Um, yes it fucking is.

Yeah, I know it’s technically a word, but not according to Scrabble rules.

Who said we were following the rules, asshole?

Such conversations happened about every fifteen minutes during the course of the evening, but now that things have gotten down to the nitty gritty, Mickey isn’t arguing about words any more. He’s staring at his remaining letters like they’ll magically form a 50 point word if he gives them the stink eye hard enough. Ian ponders over the fact that Mickey most definitely has some level of dyslexia that never really got the attention it needed, and how he’s probably never going to mention it outloud, because he has a feeling it wouldn’t go over well.

Instead, he thinks a distraction might be in order.

“Mick,” Ian hums softly, leaning over to rub calming circles over Mickey’s lower back. “We can just go to bed and pretend this never happened. You win, you have bragging rights, okay? If anyone asks, you’re the reigning king of scrabble.”

Mickey side eyes him intensely, but doesn’t say no right away. Maybe it’s because Ian’s still rubbing and massaging, drifting lower until he can give Mickey’s ass a squeeze.

“That all?” Mickey asks, a smirk forming despite his exhaustion. “What else is in it for me?“

Ian pretends to think about it, even though he already knows the way to Mickey’s heart is through his dick. He slides his hand over top of his husband's thigh and runs his thumb teasingly over the seam of Mickey’s crotch.

“I’ll figure out a new and creative way to wake you up…” Ian promises.

Mickey attempts to hold back a shiver at Ian’s light touch.

“Fuck, how did I get so whipped? ” Mickey asks himself, rhetorically.

Ian grips Mickey’s inner thigh tightly. “Cuz I’m irresistible… and the big dick doesn’t exactly hurt my chances.” He jokes.

Mickey glares down at the board yet again, weighing his options, and then gives in, just as Ian had predicted. He shoots up from the chair with enough force to have it teetering and grabs Ian’s wrist, pulling him up as well.

“What if I can’t wait until the morning?” Mickey muses, a sultry look on his face as he steps backwards towards their bedroom with Ian in tow.

“I’m sure we can arrange something.” Ian chuckles.

Mickey stops outside the door and lets go of Ian’s wrist before invading his personal space. He wraps arms around Ian’s neck as their bodies collide, and Ian lets a little puff of air escape him at the unexpected impact.

“Gonna call me ‘Scrabble King’ while you fuck me?” Mickey asks, his lips curled into a demented grin.

“Demanding!” Ian tuts, squeezing his husband’s waist. “Guess I shouldn’t expect any less from the Scrabble King, huh?”

I hope you enjoyed! More to come, and I’ll eventually be posting a series on Ao3 when I get a few done! 😌

#gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #ian and mickey #gallavich fanfic #shameless fanfic #jena writes <3

[jenchwuq]

I'm not *doing nanowrimo* but today I'm writing about Jena a) acquiring some independence and b) realizing she needs to make some changes sooner rather than later

#i'm hoping that yelling about my intentions on the internet #will give me some motivation to actually do it 🤷🏻‍♀️ #sasha chatters #writing adventures #oc: jena

[druidx]

Writing Ask Tag

I was tagged by @writingonesdreams, about this time last year

Rules: tag four or more followers, answer one question and ask one question for your followers to answer in return.

Soso's question:

What's the worst thing that could happen to your characters?

I'm going to use some of the Blades from The Ruby Falls for this (they're not technically OCs but they have 0 personality, and I want to change that)

Caroline: Losing her girlfriend, Lena.

Jena: Getting pregnant.

Roliand: Being fired from the Blades Protection Agency.

Baragon: Getting a debilitating illness, like parkinson's.

Belisarius: Having his working visa revoked.

Tagging: @strosmkai-rum @spacetimewraithwrites @wildswrites @tetrodotoxincs @odysseywritings @ayzrules @morganwriteblr @my-writblr @bexminx @writingingraves @dreamwishing @aalinaaaaaa @wardenoftheabyss @pleaseloathemyveryexistence @jaguarthecat

My question is: What do you personally think is a word you use in your writing too much?

#meta writing #tag game #writing ask game #meta wandering words #oblivion modern au #wip 'the ruby falls' #the Blades #TESFic #oblivion fanfiction #tes oblivion #The Elder Scrolls #caroline #jena #roliand #baragon #belisarius #this has been in my drafts so long

[gamerkitten]

I should really write this chapter.

#but if i don't then that means Jackie is still alive amd Jenae is happy #writing #gonna get shitfaced and go for it

[astudyinfic]

We are closing in on two years since I last wrote fic. Good Omens 2 (in its perfection) has got me writing again. Not sure if this is an angelic or demonic miracle but either way, here we go.

#Jena writes #no promises on when it’s finished #but I’ll post about it here when it is

[nightlychans]

i have 394762374 ideas again... but absolutely no will to write... but the ideas are too good to not act on... but i also have work...

#jena talks #i'm willing to sell my soul to devil please can these things write themselves

[kykyonthemoon]

How to function your very tall boyfriend

Having troubles reaching things that are too high for you? Don't fret. That's what having a really tall boyfriend for.

A request by Sora.

🌻 Character x F!Reader Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel and Caleb (first time writing for Caleb <3)Tags: soft, sweet, lovers, established relationship.This fic is for short girlies like me out there <3

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𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓

You stood on tiptoe, reaching the full length of your arm towards the row of shelves in front of you. A finger touched the box but you still couldn't get it. You looked around the archives, looking for the help of a ladder, chair, or anything. Then, the door opened, and you saw Xavier's face peeking inside.

Without waiting for him to speak, you waved to your savior. You looked at him, then pointed to the box located at the highest position on the shelf. 

"You want me to get it down for you?"

You gave him a nod. And, with a gust of wind, he appeared right next to you.

Your hair was still hanging over your face from the breeze that had just passed. When you recovered consciousness, you noticed that the box you required was in Xavier's hands.

“Wooooooooow!”

That was all you could say. Your eyes widened and looked at him, mixed with admiration and gratitude.

Xavier maintained a somewhat tired expression on his face. He handed you the package and said in a calm tone:

“Do you need anything else?”

Your gaze was still locked on Xavier. As usual, he was already quite attractive, but when he rushed to your side and grabbed stuff for you in the blink of an eye, his coolness grew tremendously in proportion to your heartbeat.

"I need… that one!"

You pointed your finger at another row of shelves. In truth, you already had everything you needed for the mission, but watching more of Xavier using his skills in bringing everything from a higher place down for you wouldn't hurt.

"Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xavier dashed to the shelf before returning to your side. All in a blink of an eye!

"That one too!" You pointed your finger in another way. "This one! That one! Two up there!…”

In only a few minutes, all the boxes stacked on high shelves were brought down and placed around you to form a wall made of cardboard.

"Woooooooow! "Xavier, you're so cool!"

You couldn't help but blurt out, causing the skin on his face below his blue eyes to grow scarlet. He came closer, put the last box in your hand and said:

“I've taken down all the things from higher shelves for you. Isn't it time I received my reward?”

Caught off guard when he suddenly leaned closer, you blushed a little in reply:

“Y-You… What do you want then…?…”

Xavier smiled mysteriously. He turned sideways and pointed at his cheek.

“You already know.”

Embarrassed, you placed a quick kiss on it. Xavier seemed unsatisfied.

“You really don't need all of these boxes, right? I heard that Jena will cut off the bonuses if she catches anyone tampering with the team's records. I can assist you clean up, but the prize must be more than this."

You chuckled. You'd become accustomed to his solicitation tactics.

"Please help me then. I assure you'll be pleased with the latter prize." After that, you lifted up his chin and gave Xavier an even deeper kiss on the opposite cheek.

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

You were used to visiting Zayne's house every weekend or on days off. Even when he was not home, you still liked to be there waiting for his return. You had a habit of eating snacks, especially sweets. So you brought a lot of things to his house to eat together. And always, he kept them nicely organized in the refrigerator or cupboards over the stove.

But sometimes, he put them out of your reach. At moments like that, you called out his name from the kitchen.

“Doctor Zayne. Doctor Zayne. Doctor Zayneeeee.”

He appeared soon after. On the bridge of his nose was still a pair of reading glasses. He carefully adjusted it and sighed.

“What do you need this time?”

“That jar of fruit gummies.” You pointed at it.

“I'm not your ladder.” Despite his grumbling, Zayne still took it down for you. With his height, it did not appear to be a problem at all.

"Thank you." You said. “I don't want to bother you. Why did you have to put my snacks so high up there?”

“I put it away so some sweet-loving worm doesn't eat too much.”

“I'm not a worm.” You replied, pouting. Zayne patted your head.

"Alright. Would you like anything else?"

Zayne kept telling you not to eat too many snacks, but he still took them all down. He separated them into parts and placed them on a large plate. The rest was put away to make sure you did not consume too much.

Knowing he was concerned about your health, you didn't ask for anything else but ate all of the treats he brought out. However, it was only when Zayne was away that you could properly appreciate his caring nature. Outside your snack cupboard was a letter with Zayne's handwritten words, which you took forever to read. It turned out he had moved your food to another place within your reach. Inside that cabinet was a candy tray with a lid. Zayne had prepared everything for you, with one additional note: Don't eat too much.

You burst out laughing. In response to his concern, you decided to rearrange his working space. Because he had left in a hurry to go to the hospital that day, his books were still not put away. That night, you caught him walking back and forth in front of his bookshelf, his expression rather serious.

“Did you rearrange the bookshelf?”

"Yes."

You replied. He placed his both hands on the bookshelf in front of him, skimming through the book titles printed on the spine. The book he had been reading in the morning was nowhere to be seen. Rather, you slithered right into the gap between his arms, making him turn to face you.

The sudden close distance made him a bit surprised. However, he maintained his composure and gazed down at you. The book he was looking for was in your hand. He smiled:

"What's wrong? You couldn't put it back since you found its place to be too high?"

You said with a pout, "If that's the case, then I won't give it to you."

You hid the book behind your back. WWho would have imagined that Dr. Zayne would boldly lean down, one arm around your waist to draw you in, while the other hand taking the book away from you.

You could hear his heartbeat matching yours as he pressed his body against you to return that book to its proper place on the shelf. He looked down at you, who was extremely confused. You asked:

“Aren't you going to read it?”

"No. I'm preoccupied with something else.”

He leaned down again, and kissed you.

𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

Your favorite store had just been redecorated, and the items you needed had been moved elsewhere. Most of them were within your reach, but some decorations with lights were located high up. You turned around to look for help, but the store staff was already busy with another customer. So you looked in the other direction, where you found Rafayel staring at some little decorative fish bowls.

“Rafayel. Please help me get this thing.”

Rafayel turned to face whichever way your finger was pointing. He would waste no effort to reach the lamp you needed. He placed his hand on a spherical night lamp.

"Is this the one?"

"Not that one. The one in purple.”

His hand went to another. "This?"

“Nooooo. I said the purple one…”

"This one has purple in it." Rafayel put his hand on a purple lamp, but it wasn't what you wanted.

“Rafayel. The purple one. In the shape of a jellyfish."

“Hmm…” Rafayel pretended not to see what you described, even though it was right in front of him. "All I see is a seahorse and a whale."

He's definitely teasing you. You scowled:

“I'm not joking with you, Rafayel. Get the jellyfish lamp!”

“Are you sure?” He reposed the question with great seriousness. “This jellyfish is so ugly and painful to look at that my eyes automatically ignore it.”

You puffed your cheeks and said each word clearly: “Take. That. Jellyfish. Lamp!"

"Okay." Rafayel gave a shrug. At last, his hand found the precise object you wanted. He lifted it. But instead of placing it in your eagerly outstretched palms, he put it on a higher shelf.

“Rafayel!” YYou yelled out of rage. He grinned from ear to ear.

“Here, you told me to take it, so I took it. You didn't mention that I had to give it to you"

“You!… Argghhh!…”

You were so furious that you failed to speak. You stood on your tiptoes and jumped up, trying to grab the item, but Rafayel raised the object entirely.

“Give it to me! Give it to me!” You danced in a circle around Rafayel, who was clutching the jellyfish lamp like a trophy. All eyes in the store turned to both of you. You stopped. Your face was red, both from anger and embarrassment.

You looked at Rafayel, who was teasing you with that handsome but punchable face. Then, like a light bulb had just turned on in your head, you thought of a way to "repress" him.

Your hands stretched out. Rafayel thought you were aiming for the lamp so he raised it even higher. But it was his collar you were after. He wasn't on guard so you pulled him down so easily, so close. Until your lips touch his delicate ones.

Rafayel rolled his eyes. He was so surprised. Taking advantage of the situation when his arm was gradually falling, you immediately grabbed the jellyfish lamp and stepped back, holding it triumphantly in your arms.

“Ha! I snatched it from you!”

Rafayel was in disbelief. He had earlobes the color of ripe tomatoes. With one hand softly brushing his lips, he turned to face you.

“You… cheated.” He said, "In that case, you can snatch me too!"

𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃

It had been a long time since both Caleb and you had a chance to go home to visit Grandma. A family meal was inevitable. He took you to the supermarket near your house to shop and prepare dinner.

Caleb knew too much about your taste. You simply followed him and let him select nearly everything. But when you were walking by the snack shelves, your gaze unintentionally paused at the top row, where there was a particular kind of cookie that you and Caleb used to enjoy together as children.

After noticing your halt, Caleb turned to face you.

“Oh, they still sell this?” He spoke up.

“I want to buy it!” You told him. One hand reached up but you couldn't get the snacks. You heard Caleb laughing hysterically next to you. You folded your arms and pouted: "What are you laughing at?" Why don't you get it for me?"

"I assumed you could handle anything on your own since you're already an adult." Caleb made a joke. “Remember when we were kids? Every time you couldn't reach something, you ran to me and tugged my arm?”

You reminisced about your childhood days. Whenever you needed to get something from a high place, the first person you called was Caleb. He would bend down so you could climb on his shoulders and then carry you like that until you got what you wanted.

“Yeah. I remember." You replied. “But why— Ouch!”

Caleb suddenly bent down, wrapped his muscular arms around your thighs and lifted you up.

“Caleb?! What are you doing?!" Your arms wrapped around Caleb's neck, holding on tight as if your life depended on this. You looked down at Caleb's grinning face. He responded:

“I'm helping you get your cookies.”

“N-Not like this!…” You blushed. You had grown up and no longer the innocent little girl you used to be. Being lifted up by him like this made you extremely timid. “People… People are looking at us…”

“Ignore them.” Caleb paid no attention to his surroundings. “Just look at me.”

You felt the heat radiating from your cheeks. Caleb didn't stop there, he asked you:

"Ready?"

"Huh?"

Without waiting for your response, he spun around so fast in that posture, which made you scream suddenly. You leaned entirely on Caleb, counting on him to keep you both balanced. He continued to rotate a few more times, before becoming lightheaded himself. Then he came to a complete halt and rested his back against the shelf.

You both burst into laughter. Laughing until your stomach muscles start to hurt. But Caleb still didn't let you go. He breathed heavily and said:

“I just remembered. Besides helping you get things from high places, I also helped you climb that wall when you snuck out without Gran knowing!"

“It was completely your idea!” You pinched his nose. “After that, both of us got grounded by Grandma.”

"Sorry." Caleb chuckled. “Shall I make it up to you with cookies?”

“Then help me up a little higher.” You uttered it out with joy. “Let's buy all the cookies here!”

#fanfiction #fanfic #heart hunters series #love and deepspace fanfic #character x reader #character x mc #zayne #xavier #caleb #rafayel #zayne x mc #zayne x reader #zayne x you #caleb x mc #caleb x reader #caleb x you #rafayel x mc #rafayel x reader #rafayel x you #xavier x mc #xavier x reader #xavier x you #li shen #shen xinghui #xia yizhou #qi yu #lnd #l&d #banners and dividers by me

[nine-blessed-hero]

A Little Something-Something

Universe: TESIV: Oblivion, Modern AU (post-Crisis) Warnings: Poverty, cigarette smoking Words: 1,460 Context: Written for the TES Summer Prompt "Ritual" Taglist (ask +/-): @tes-summer-fest @mishkakagehishka @arcane-elder-scrolls​ @bread-of-death @writeblrsupport Or read on AO3

Grubby, weed-filled concrete below, and grubby overcast skies overhead. The little plaza teemed with people – women with their hair pulled back and thick concealer hiding dark eyes, dragging grizzling children from shop to shop; bent-over old men shuffling along with zimmers and heavily darned cardigans; teenagers in identical colours and styles crowded seven onto one bench, hollering and laughing.

Jena, in her smart trouser suit and neatly coiffed hair, stood uncomfortably next to Aderyn, as the latter perched on a wall topped with scraggly bushes and litter, puffing away on a cigarette. "When I said I wanted to get to know your friends in GreyFox Securities, this wasn't quite what I had in mind," Jena said. "Relax." Aderyn grinned from behind loose auburn locks. "They're gonna love you." "It's not them I'm worried about. I thought we'd be meeting at your offices. Or in a waterfront bar." "Yeah? Little Miss Middle-Class don't like the view of London on the dole?" Jena crossed and recrossed her arms. "It's not that. I'm… a little overdressed." "Eh. It might work in your favour. See, there's a very special reason we're down here." Jena raised a querying eyebrow. "You'll find out. Oh, hey, there's Isleif now." Aderyn jumped down from the wall and ran up to a tall man with skin like Purple Trillium, the tight coils of his hair corralled by a bandana. He picked her up, laughing as he swung her around like she weighed nothing. "Isleif Etienam," Aderyn said, breathless as he set her down, "this is my friend Jena Simons, of the Blades." Jena held out her hand. "A pleasure to meet-urk!" She squeaked as Isleif pulled her into a hug. "Wonderful to meet you!" he cried, voice carrying the lilt of the Caribbean. "Our Little Bird has told us much about you and your fellows. It is good to see the woman behind the fuss, yes?" "Oh. Ha. Yes, of course," Jena said as she stepped back.

Two women – both with skin the umber of joss sticks – approached the party. More hugs were exchanged, as were introductions to Methredhel and Carwen. They gathered in a loose circle, and Isleif handed out gift vouchers to the local supermarket. "As everybody is here now," Isleif said, "I call to order this month's Unprosperous Alleviation meeting. Everyone knows the meeting objectives-" "Actually, d'you mind running over the rules," Aderyn said, with a nod towards Jena, "for the sake of our newbie." "No problem." Isleif grinned. "The name of the game is 'Put-Pocket', and the rules are simple. Pick a target – someone you think looks deserving of an extra £10 in their life – then reverse pick-pocket the gift card to them. We will meet up at the King's Head for lunch at 1300 hours. That gives you plenty of time to complete the mission objective." Jena raised a hand. "What if I can't pickpocket at all?" Isleif ran a hand over his jaw. "Well, other methods are available. But you cannot just give the money away. People are surprisingly suspicious of free items. Any further questions?" Carwen raised her hand. "Are we doing the same as usual – last to the pub buys the first round?" "If our guest is agreeable?" Isleif said, looking at Jena. Jena nodded. "Fine by me."

As the group drifted apart, Jena followed Aderyn. "Maybe I'm being dim," she said, "but I'm not sure I understand the point of this. I mean, the charity aspect, yes. But why go through all this rigmarole – why not just donate the money?" "It's the Fox's way of keeping us sharp, making sure we're practising our skills but keeping it positive-like. It's become a bit of a thing since Isleif joined GFS. He calls it a meeting, but it's more like a monthly friendly between the front-line personnel.

"As for why the money ain't just donated, there's only so much charity organisations and lobbying the government can do, yeah? People fall between the cracks all the time – not quite poor enough, not quite disabled enough. The Fox thinks a little direct action is better than nuffin. A little summint-summint to push through the end of the month." Jena glanced around. "How do you pick though? Everyone here looks like they could do with that extra something-something." "You gotta pay attention to the details." Aderyn lifted her chin. "See the kids on that bench, yeah? The girl right on the end." "I see her." "Look at her shoes. The other kids all got newish trainers, right? But not her. She's used duct tape on the hole at the front and coloured it over with Tipp-Ex she probably chaved from school. I'll bet anything she ain't that fashionably skinny by choice." Aderyn turned. "See that bloke with the pushchair coming out of Poundland? That's, like, a third-generation hand-me-down pushchair. See how patched over his polo is, and how it hangs off him? He's skimping on his own stuff so he can buy baby formula and nappies." She looked back at Jena. "You see? Devil's in the details." "Yeah, I think I'm getting it." "Good." Aderyn turned back to the bench of teens. "I've got my target. Good luck with your pick."

Jena watched Aderyn wander away towards the benches, placing an unlit cigarette in her mouth. At the end of the benches she stopped, patting her pockets, then nudged the girl they'd been talking about, asking her something. The girl turned away, calling to a boy at the other end. As she did so, Aderyn dropped something – a balled-up receipt perhaps – from her pocket. As she stooped to pick it up, Aderyn nudged the girl's bag. There was a flicker of red as the gift card slipped inside. Aderyn rose just as a lighter was passed to the girl, who offered it to Aderyn. Aderyn lit her cigarette, passed the lighter back, and with a nod to the teens, carried on her way through the plaza towards where the pub's sign swung at the entrance to an alleyway.

Jena glanced around. Of the GFS crew, only Carwen was still visible, leaning against the wall between WH Smiths and some local dry cleaner, eyes scanning the crowd rather than on the phone in her hand. Jena turned her attention back to finding a deserving mark. Picking out the details was a lot harder than Aderyn had implied. As she watched the crowd, a woman with a grizzling toddler passed beside her. The toddler seemed to be whining about some toy, while the woman explained – with impressive patience – that she didn't have enough pennies for it today. Jena watched as they moved away. The woman wore a skirt and plimsoll shoes which had both seen better days, while the child was in an outfit with the hems and cuffs turned up several times.

"Excuse me! Marm?" Jena called out, dipping as if picking the gift card from the floor. "I think you dropped this? Marm?" The woman stopped, looking back with a frown. "Me?" she asked, pointing at herself. "Yes. Did you drop this?" Jena walked up to show her the gift card. "No. That's not mine." "Oh." Jena looked around as if to see who else might have dropped it. "Well, I guess whoever dropped it is long gone now." She flipped it over as if reading the details. "Do you want it? It looks like it's for Iceland." "No. That's okay. Thank you though," the woman said, turning away. "Are you sure? It'll be wasted otherwise." The woman's expression darkened as she took into Jena's suit, one arm snaking across her chest, even as the other hand gripped the child's. "Too good for Iceland, huh." "No, I didn't mean it like that." Jena let her accent broaden, dropping from Received Pronunciation to her native Essex. "It's just we ain't got any Icelands down my way. It's all Aldi and Lidl, innit?" Jena laughed. "Don't let the fancy togs fool ya – I'm just a receptionist." The woman's arm dropped, her shoulders uncurling. She glanced around, as if expecting to see a camera pointed at her. "Positive you don't want it?" Jena said, making to set it on a wall. "I guess I'll just leave it here for someone else…" The woman watched her movements with wanting eyes. "Well, I mean, as long as you're sure…" "It's all yours, luvvy." Jena held it out. The woman took it slowly, eyes still darting as if suspecting a trap, and carefully folded it into her purse. Jena smiled. "Have a good day, Marm." "Cheers." Jena watched the woman hurry away, clutching the perplexed toddler's hand.

With a glance at the wall by WH Smith, checking Carwen was still there, she headed towards the sign of the King's Head.

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