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Sugar Mommies Season 2, Pt:5
Welcome cuties to the fifth instalment of Sugar Mommies. I hope it was worth the wait! <3 I - just like Carol - am frantically trying to find a way to bring Natasha and Wanda home. Please bare with and if the certain nonnie who is pestering me about it, could kindly stop, that would be ace.
Enjoy lovies!
Xoxo
Livvy
Polite Reminder That All My Work - Especially For Sugar Mommies - Is 18+! Minors Do Not Interact
You can’t stop yourself from checking your cell after roughly one minute and twenty five seconds.
Taking it back from your pocket between two fingers as if it was covered in something disgusting.
You swipe away the unwanted messages as you excitedly look at the current unread message from your Wanda.
Your safe space.
One of your safe people.
Your woman in shining armour.
Wands (17:43): Natty and Carol are talking about work, boring or what? :(
The smile forming on your face looks goofy but you do not care.
At all.
Y/N (17:43): I knowww!
You glance over at Carol, where she’s still talking on the phone to Natasha; power radiating off her.
Y/N (17:43): They took over before I could get a chance to talk to you, Wands :(
You watch the three dots dance as Wanda types her reply.
Wands (17:44): I know, how mean of them! I’d call you now but I need to be on standby in case I’m needed for boring work related duties. I miss you kitten <3
Y/N (17:44): That sucks. At least we’re talking now, kinda. I miss you more :(
Wands (17:45): You better not be sad, my love! I can’t cheer you up from here!
Wands (17:45): Oh wait, yes I can! Watch this!💕
It takes Wanda a full minute - and yes, you timed her - to send a cute gif of two cats cuddling.
Wands (17:46): Tada! How cute is that?? 🥺
Y/N (17:46): Did you just learn how to do that…? I’m shocked you even know what a gif is!😂
Wands (17:46): No…what? I’m not that old, kitten!
You bite your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle your laugh.
Y/N (17:47): Sure you’re not…grandma.
Wands (17:47): Excuse me? Grandma? Have you forgotten your place since we’ve been away, kitten?
Y/N (17:48): Nope. I just felt like trying a new nickname, not a fan?
Wands (17:49): Would a grandma be able to do this?
Two minutes later and Wanda eventually sends her chosen gif over to you and you can’t help but bark out in laughter; hastily covering your mouth.
It’s a gif of hand wrapping around someone’s neck.
Wands (17:50): Something I am itching to do to you.
Wands (17:50): Or this.
Another gif comes through and this time it’s of an ass being smacked.
When the next one shows up on your phone, you purse your lips and stare straight ahead; refusing to let yourself blush too much.
It’s a gif of a woman being collared.
Wands (17:52): I can keep them coming, Y/N. Trust me.
You cast a sidelong glance at an old lady next to you; just in case she happens to be peering over your shoulder.
But she isn’t even bothered by you.
No, she’s far too engrossed in her novel.
“50 Shades -” You snort and cover your face with your hands.
You could not make this stuff up.
Another gif comes through and you end up calling Wanda without fully thinking.
She picks up on the second ring.
“What a pleasant surprise.” She says. “Even if I did tell you I can’t call, baby girl. Are we struggling to understand basic information?”
“I - I, I don’t know why I called…” You stammer.
“Don’t go shy on me now, kitten. Tell mommy why you called her. Go on.” Wanda replies, “quickly now.”
“Erm,” You clear your throat. “I called you to ask you to stop sending the gifs…”
“And why is that, baby?” Wanda asks, highly amused. “Are you getting all flustered?”
“So what if I am?”
“You’re getting defensive too.” Wanda replies. “Aw sweet little baby; is mommy making you all flustered?”
“I - no. Shut up.”
“Did you just tell me to shut up?”
Wanda’s tone changes and you immediately know your mistake.
It’s like you can pinpoint exactly when all the blood drains from your face.
“I -”
“ - because I know for a fact, good girls don’t tell their doms to shut up.”
“But - ”
“And you’re my good girl, aren’t you, kitten?”
You’re silent for a good ten seconds.
Words and your brain are just utterly failing you.
Wanda loves it.
She waits patiently for you to catch up.
“I - w…well. Yeah.” You manage to squeak out.
“I’ve not had the chance to play Dom since leaving you, kitten.” Wanda sighs. “Now I’ve got you one on one, I can. I’ve missed it. Almost as much as I’ve missed you, little one.”
You nervously glance at Carol, who just happens to glance at you at the same time. She offers you a wink.
You mentally curse your cheeks for blushing crimson.
Carol will for sure know something is up.
“Where did you go, my gorgeous girl? Come back to mommy.”
“I’m here.” You mutter, “I’m here.”
“Are you okay?” Wanda asks.
“Yes…”
“Hi, baby.” Carol smiles, appearing out of thin air.
She places your drinks on the table.
“Oooh,” You hear Wanda say on the phone. “That’s why you’re distracted. Captain is with you again, isn’t she?”
“Maybe.” You reply, thanking Carol when she slides your drink over to you.
“Is that Wanda?” She asks.
You nod, blowing on your coffee.
Carol takes your phone from you and holds it to her ear.
“Shouldn’t you be working, kitten?”
“...hi Carol…”
“Hi, bunny.” Carol replies, “shouldn’t you be working?”
“I am working…”
“No, little liar. You’re talking to our baby girl.”
Wanda sighs.
“Go and do some work, cheeky thing.” Carol says. “We will talk to you later, okay?”
“But I miss Y/N.”
“Don’t you miss me?”
“Not as much as I miss my detka.”
“Go and do some work, brat. We will speak to you later”
Carol ends the call and wordlessly hands you back your phone, rolling her eyes for good measure.
“Brats.” She smirks. “Constant pests in my life.”
You smile back, nudging her with your foot.
“Yes, Y/N? Something to add?” Carol asks. Her eyes are bright, playful.
“...just that I’m glad I’m not one.”
“Oh?” Carol sniggers, cocking her head to the side. “Is that so, kitten?”
“Mhmm,” You reply, biting into your chosen treat. Its filling oozes out of the pastry and spills onto your fingers.
The crumbly exterior tumbles onto the chipped white plate.
You expect Carol’s attention to switch to that.
To watch the chocolatey goo dribble down your fingers.
But she doesn’t.
No.
Her eyes are trained fully on you.
Completely invested in what you have to say.
You chew and swallow. “I’m an angel. What can I say?”
Carol laughs.
A solid, belly laugh.
“Oh honey,” she says, moving from her chair to sit next to you. “You might not be in the same league as Wanda when it comes to being a little brat; but you can’t deny that its there. I see the sparkle in your eye, small one.”
You watch her, mouth agape; and God, you want nothing more than to reply back with a witty remark.
“And baby girl, it’s there. I see it right now.”
One hand goes to rest on your knee, while her other arm drapes around your shoulders.
“Do it,” Carol baits, “go on. Be a brat. I dare you.”
Yup. That was a mistake.
The word dare triggers something in your brain.
And who are you to ever step down from a dare?
Your chocolate covered hand moves to Carol’s face, quicker than you thought you could move it, but she catches your wrist without so much as a blink.
The tip of your finger is mere inches from her cheek.
You could still do it.
Wiggle your hand out of her stupidly strong grasp…
“Only, if you do decide to be a brat, Y/N, just know, you won’t be cumming for an entire week. Do I make myself clear?”
It’s like she burnt you.
Your hand jerks free from her grasp and you hastily move it away.
“That's what I thought.”
“That’s…”
“That’s what, honey?” Carol asks you, handing you a moist hand wipe from her purse.
You take it gladly and wipe your sticky hands clean.
“Nothing…” You reply, scrubbing at a stubborn patch on your index finger. “Forget I said anything.”
“Clever girl.” Carol says, grabbing her drink and taking a much needed sip.
She glances at you as you pick up your own drink. “Otherwise I’d have had to teach you a lesson right here in this cafe.”
Carol can’t help but chuckle at your response; the small jerk as you register her words. Your startled “Oh!” as some of the liquid sloshes over one side of your cup and onto your lap.
“Careful there, baby.”
Carol takes a spare napkin from the table and presses it down onto the wet patch on your thigh.
“T-thanks…”
“Spill anymore and it’ll look like you’ve wet yourself…or let me have my way with you.”
Your eyes snap up to hers in time to catch the wink.
“Don’t worry, baby.” Carol says, removing her hand from your thigh.
It mercifully lets your brain restart and you let out a slightly shaky breath.
“Tease.”
“Oh? And here’s me thinking you liked my teasing…” Her lips press onto your cheek. “But I’ll stop. I think the barista can see your blushing cheeks from all the way at the till.”
You nudge Carol with your shoulder, glaring up at her.
“Have you finished?”
“For now.” She says. “Come on, eat your snack baby. And drink up before it gets cold.”
You both sit in silence for a few minutes after that.
You, nibbling away while Carol sits with one arm behind you; fingers twirling your hair.
She looks content. Happy. Relaxed.
But on the inside, her brain is working through a hundred different problems.
Trying to remember dates and employees names; and whether she emailed specific people back.
But for you, she’s keeping her composure.
Determined to keep it together, just for you.
“When we get home, love, I might have to disappear for a little bit. Do some work to try to help ease Natasha and Wanda’s load. Is that okay?”
“Of course.” You reply. “Is there anything I can do to help? I’m a fast typer. Or I can make phone calls for you?”
At that, Carol smiles, pulling you somehow closer to her side.
“My lovely, sweet girl. Thank you. But I’ll be okay. I need to concentrate. If you’re there trying to help, I’d just get distracted…”
You try to fight back a smile.
“I could make us dinner then?”
“Much better, my little chef. I might have the perfect outfit for you to wear too, whilst you cook.”
“Is that so?” You shift in your seat so you’re facing Carol.
“Mhm,” she replies. “I wouldn’t want you to get your clothes dirty whilst you create a mess in the kitchen.”
“I can’t wait to see this outfit then…”
You’re leaning forward, hands cupping both of Carol’s cheeks, when you hear MJ’s voice.
“Y/N!”
The two of you groan and pull apart, just in time to watch as MJ shimmies through a small gap between two chairs.
“Y/N! Why don’t you answer your phone anymore?”
“Sorta got into the habit of ignoring you when I’m occupied…” You mumble. “Why is it always you?”
“Don’t you have other friends to pester, MJ?” Carol mutters, earning an elbow jab to her ribs.
“Y/N, please, you’ve gotta come; it’s an emergency!”
You sit up straighter in your seat.
“What?”
Every disastrous scenario you can think of flickers through your head.
“What’s happened?
“Just come on, Y/N. Please!”
“But I don’t -”
“Now! I don’t have time to explain.” MJ inspects your barely touched drink. “I’ll buy you another one later. And two cookies if you just get up and move. I’m ageing here, babe; come on.”
“Probably because you’re being elusive as fuck right now, MJ.” Carol mutters, checking her nails.
“I don’t have time for your snark, Danvers; come on Y/N! Please!”
“Right, right, okay, let me grab my stuff.”
MJ yanks you up.
Nearly tearing your arm out of your socket as she does so.
How she doesn’t knock the table over as you’re dragged to your feet is beyond you.
“It’s an emergency, quick, come on!”
“It’ll be more of a fucking emergency if you dislocate my shoulder, MJ!”
Carol sighs and stands up; only to be glared at by MJ.
“Not you! Best friends only.”
You can only cast a I’m sorry glance back at Carol before you’re towed away.
“Call me when you’re done, hon!” Carol shouts after you, smiling as you try your hardest to not fall over your own two feet.
Once outside, MJ doesn’t stop towing you.
She doesn’t even check if you’re behind her. She just marches on, switching to a run, assuming the hand she has a grip on is still attached to your body.
When you eventually do go down, MJ finally decides her rapid pace is a little excessive and allows you to walk by her side; even if it is still a rather quick walk.
“Gonna tell me - ah cramp, cramp!” You fall into MJ’s side, clutching your side. “Fuck, I’m so unfit, ow!”
“How are you like this when you have three women who fuck you, Y/N?”
“I -” You slap her arm, “MJ!”
“What? It’s true!”
“Slow down, please, I’m gonna pass out.”
“You have got to work on your stamina, love.”
“Where are we going, MJ?”
“Round the corner, Peter should still be there.”
“What the fuck are you talking a…bout…”
You stand there, dumbfounded, at the sight of Peter holding a small golden retriever in his arms.
“Hi, Y/N!”
“That’s a dog…”
“It’s actually a puppy…” Peter replies, taking a small step towards MJ when you glare at him.
“Thank you, Captain Obvious. I can see that. Why are you holding a puppy? What’s going on?”
“We found him on our way to get a coffee. I’m in love, Y/N. I’m keeping him. Meet Spider-pup!”
#natasha romanoff#wanda maximoff#carol danvers#reader insert#sugar mommies#natasha x wanda x carol x reader#spiderbites#sugar mommies season 2#no minors#18+ only
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Introduction
Hey losers, and Hello Alphas.
This is my new blog, after my previous was once again banned. A few boring bits out of the way though since we’re here.
Firstly; Incase you can’t tell, I’m a beta loser. I believe woman are superior to me, and I can’t compete with real men when it comes to girls. So please don’t ask me to dominate you etc, and also please don’t call me Sir, this is a major turn off for me, just a heads up if we’re chatting and it goes quiet. My preferred pronoun is “it” :)
Also I’m happy to chat to others, it’s why keep coming back despite the constant deactivation of my accounts. But due to the amount of conversations and the amount of gooning etc, I’m less likely to reply to messages that just say hi or how are you etc. Don’t take it offensively, it’s just between a choice of spending time gooning with another loser over a hot girl, or making small talk, becoming a better beta loser will also take precedence.
The reason I post online is because I love being a loser. I love gooning to worse and worse things, and getting others to jerk off to worse and worse things. Everything I post online about myself is true, such as stories etc, and if I post about followers etc it will be a mix of true and exaggeration to get them triggered, assuming that the bits that are true are in turn told to me truthfully. For instance, if I make an exposure caption about a loser, everything in the post is true based on what they tell me. I can’t guarantee what they’ve told me, but also if I don’t believe them I won’t post. Just take it with a grain of salt. However, while I am a loser and enjoy doing humiliating things, a lot of things I am physically unable to do. This is because I have a girlfriend. No, I will not share pictures or talk about her any more, but yes, I am still a virgin. We have a good relationship, but she doesn’t enjoy being dominant or seeing me as a sissy etc, so we have an agreement I can explore fantasies online etc, and what I do at home when alone is my business. Essentially an ignorance is bliss agreement, which is fair enough, if not ideal. But it does mean things more permanent like for instance decorating my room in pink with Barbies etc just won’t happen.
I jerk to a lot, though ironically, “normal” porn doesn’t do anything for me, nor do most captions, though will post a few to encourage other losers to be better gooners. I guess being in mid 30’s and jerking off since a teen daily means I’ve seen so much it’s just boring now. As such, I’ve gotten into quite niche areas of porn, as you don’t see much so it feels fresh, though down side isn’t much of it. My biggest turn on is corruption, being turned into the opposite of what makes me me. There’s the obvious stuff like bimbofication and sissisfication, hypnosis etc, but I love the more mental alterations such as false memories, religious play and political play etc. I love gooning to anime waifus, as I try to convince myself real girls are too good for me, I’ve also started gooning to corporations. Power is sexy, corporations have power this corporations are sexy. I believe people should be treated fair, so gooning to companies paying less than minimum wage and denying rights just feels hot. As I said, been getting into niche stuff. I also enjoy making vices worse such as drinking and smoking, or creating new vices if needed too. Hopefully they’ll be more normal stuff on here for everyone, but if you develop new kinks because of it, then I’ve helped make you a worse loser, which is exactly what you should be. When I do jerk to real girls, my favourite is Riley Reid though Livvy Dunne is a close second, and you’ll see I do enjoy the Chav/White Trash aesthetic. I also have a huge crush and inferiority complex to Asian women, and obsess over e-girls like Alice Delish and Belle Delphine
A lot of what I post is not my content. Again, due to constant deactivation from higher up, I lose track of who posted what. However stuff I post that isn’t mine I fee needs to be shared as it’s so good. So if you see something you made, please don’t think I’m taking credit for it. I just wanted to share it. If I post something you made, DM me and I can take it down, attribute credit or re-blog your version etc. whatever works for you.
I do make original captions etc, but honestly, only when I feel like it, and if feel inspired by any sent pictures etc. if you want a caption send pictures and I’ll see what can do, but just be prepared I might not. I’m more likely to post if you say what sort of caption or any info you want requested in it, and almost always do it if we’ve been chatting and we’ve made each other worse perverts.
I also log into peoples social media, people who know me from my other blogs can attest to how triggering it is. If you request this, we will agree on conditions before hand, and I will do no more or no less than what we agree. Again, others can attest this is the case, but if you’re unsure, there’s nothing I can say that will change your mind. I’ve logged into peoples FB, found their hot friends and posted their pics on here turning them into goon fuel for other perverts, posted embarrassing statuses (you can always say you were hacked :) ) or just watched friends talk to you, and DM you messages on here about what I COULD reply to them posing as you. One person even let me reply to them occasionally on the condition he could send the next message after. Again whatever works for you, anything to help losers get triggered more. Getting triggered more means you need a bigger dopamine hit next time for that rush which means more time dedicated to porn. Porn always wins.
Anyway, think that’s the end of the long post done. Will post a couple of girls now just to end the wall of text.
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My current thought is the special spot John has for spook way back when. And how that grew to love and tenderness and their relationship. Also thinking how once they make it out of the war, they are each other’s safe space (they are this during the war too but…) they know they have each other and that they understand what they went through to make it out 😭
This is so soft and I am in love with it!!
John gives her one look across that airfield and knows he needs to know her. He doesn't know he is going to love her (and how hard and deep and far) but he does have this feeling that she is meant to be in his life.
They recognize they are kindred spirits very early on. No one will ever be able to even begin to understand what they have seen and gone through and experienced. They have found the ONE person their soul calls to because they are capable of understanding their drive to make a difference and do something no one else can and do whatever it takes to survive and ALWAYS come home to each other.
Post-war John/Cass is going to need so much attention especially early on. There is so much to figure out and work through. @gloryofroses19 and I keep discussing 'The Wisconsin Fight' (which will probably be another 10 page interlude lbr). It's all the anger of the camps that John holds in, coming out. All of Cass' insecurities about not being enough but also being too much coming out.
A lot of "What do you want to do, Cass? If your soul is telling you that you need to fly away and be free of me and this marriage then please just tell me"
or she calls her sister and
"It's not good and something's wrong and I don't know how to fix it, Livvy, I don't know how to fix it but he's slipping away and I don't know if I can hold on any tighter without breaking him"
and just fun casual things like that.
come pick my brain about it, i'm begging you
#masters of the air#john egan#mota#john egan fanfiction#masters of the air fanfiction#john egan x oc#john egan x reader#answered#cass and bucky
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Kit's Diary
Chapter 10
Dear Ty,
I didn't write anything last week because nothing exciting happened apart from Maria and Henry joining Sam, Leo and me at lunch.
You won't believe it, but I actually got the courage to ask Jem and Tessa to make an appointment with a therapist. They also agreed that a mundane therapist would probably be traumatised by my history, so they called one of the werewolves Hazel suggested and scheduled an appointment for me. Afterwards they also made an appointment with a doctor because of my bad breathing. But the appointment for that is next week, so I can't tell you much about it yet.
Yesterday I had the appointment with my therapist, who is an older lady, originally from Ecuador, and obviously a werewolf. Her name is Leah O'Sullivan and she makes you feel like you're talking to your grandma. After complaining about the "ignorant" Shadowhunters, who "always keep traumatising children, but refuse to give them therapists and just label them as crazy and put them in a hospital for the rest of their days" (I agree), she asked me to tell her about myself, or rather what I want her to know. I told her everything I told Hazel and the others, but after she ensured me that she won't tell anyone if I or someone I want to protect (you) did something illegal because then she would loose her job, I also told her about the thing with Livvy. I also thought about telling her that I am the First Heir, but I will probably ask Tessa and Jem first, if it's smart to do this. Then the appointment was already over and she gave me some "homework". She wants me to tell her about my life before I knew I was a Shadowhunter and about what I remember from my childhood at the appointment next week, so I'm supposed to write down everything that I can remember and want her to know, so I don't forget something that might be important. I also told her about the diary and she thought that it is a good idea to write down what I'm thinking about.
So, we planned a new appointment for next week and I went home. After dinner I wanted to write this entry, but fell asleep in the middle of it, so here I am, writing it today instead. Whoops. But now I have to stop because I need to to some reading for homework. With "some" I mean a text of 30 pages. Ugh.
Nevertheless, I hope you had a great day... or rather a great week and more motivation to do your homework than I do. I really should get started.
Lots of love,
Kit
Author's note:
Yes I'm still alive. I just had no time to continue this story as I had some exams. They were pretty easy (apart of Latin 🤮) and now I have a bit more free time. I still have to write a 15 page long work about Spartan Women for my seminar though and I'm as motivated as Kit is, I just need to read way more...
But that's not what I wanted to tell you, actually I just wanted to let you know that I never went to a therapist and also don't study anything psychology related, so I don't know what a therapy session is supposed to look like. I'm just guessing what might happen. If you notice that I describe something, that wouldn't happen in an actual therapy session, please feel welcome to correct me. Thank you 😁
#shadowhunters#cassandra clare#the dark artifices#the shadowhunter chronicles#the wicked powers#tsc#kit herondale#kit x ty#christopher herondale#christopher jonathan herondale#ty x kit#kitty#ty herondale#ty blackthorn#tiberius nero blackthorn#tiberius blackthorn
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PROMPT #22: Fulsome
"Feo Ul," she whispered after half a bell of lingering outside the Crystarium's apartments. "I need you."
They appeared at Ahtyn's shoulder in a burst of magicks, and she had no doubt that they had been watching all along - watching and waiting, in the hopes of providing comfort. Neither would she need to explain to them the situation in full.
"I'm here, sapling," they said. "No matter what."
Ahtyn's first thought was that he reminded her of her grandfather in his own final week, with scarcely the energy to breathe.
"It's you," he murmured. "Warrior of Darkness."
She wondered if she would ever grow used to the title, even now. "Please," she said, and sat down in the chair at his bedside. "I'd prefer you call me Livvy." It was far easier to use her chosen name on the First; it was a strange experience every time she was made to remember that Galdjent could not pronounce "Ahtynwyb Eynskyfwyn" any more readily than the average Elezen.
"Livvy," he confirmed, and his eyes filled with tears. "Thank you for seeking me out. Thank you…"
"You should thank the Exarch. He was the one who told me you wished to meet."
The old knight nodded but did not elaborate.
"He said-" Ahtyn continued, then paused. Feo Ul placed a comforting hand along her jaw. "The Exarch said I reminded you of someone."
She recognized the words as euphemistic the moment they left her mouth. If she had simply reminded Emet-Selch of Sappho, perhaps two worlds might not have needed saving.
Silence settled over their gathering for a long while, save for the flitting of Feo Ul's wings beside Ahtyn's ear - and only the unsteady rise and fall of the man's chest indicated that he had not fallen asleep when he closed his eyes to his grief. "My sister," he said at last. "Not in blood, as I discovered far too late. But she was our family's pride and joy. I would tell you her name, but that would have mortified her; she always… always recoiled when she heard it."
Feo Ul gave an odd sort of hum - of understanding, perhaps.
"She was fae-touched, like you." Ahtyn opened her mouth to comment. "Yes, I can sense your companion. After a fashion. She taught me how mortals can see them, should one approach with honesty. Humbling, for the gift to return."
Feo Ul muttered a fond string of curses, and for the first time, a chuckle rose to the old knight's lips. All the same, she could not determine if he had actually heard them, or if he was simply lost in his own memories.
"I carried such an immense hatred in my heart for so many years," he mused. "For Branden and his failures, for that demon Tadric - but most of all, for this world that could not keep her safe." He gave her another once-over. "And now, here you stand. …Bearing her star globe."
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ooh please tell me about the superhero au it sounds very cool
ok so i honestly don’t have much of the actual plot planned out yet!! but what i do have is:
so this is a human au, except eternalia + the lost cities are their own country/region
it’s set vaguely in the past so modern tech isn’t really a thing
but this world is the opposite of canon in that they don’t like people with powers/special abilities
the only exception to this is powers that aren’t as physically obvious, like telepathy and empathy
so the vackers and the sencens are respected even with their abilities
but della of course keeps her vanishing a secret because a vacker like her can’t have powers
meanwhile alvar detests that he has to keep his ability a secret (per alden’s insistence) and joins the neverseen
(which is led by fintan, who does have a dramatic getting-back-together scene with bronte later but that’s not important)
anyway when alvar discovers that biana’s also a vanisher he recruits her into the neverseen’s ranks
and she becomes a villain who ends up fighting the black swan’s superhero team
now for the black swan’s superhero team. they’re called the keepers, for lack of a better name
it consists of sophie, fitz, dex, keefe, tam, marella, and linh
none of them know anyone’s identities
anyway sophie and biana have this whole enemies to lovers thing and a bunch of homoerotic fight scenes
biana has a knife because. knife at throat gay scene of course
also they all go to school together
as for what actually happens, there WILL be a heist scene where they rescue prentice
tiergan and prentice are in love but that’s nothing new
also qualden are exes-in-a-cognate-way here
that’s not really important to the plot but it’s incredibly important to me
della and livvy are also pining for each other
prentice wakes up and is like. what the fuck do you mean you’re not together livvy you’ve been in love with her for fifteen years
and alden is entirely oblivious to the fact that his entire family are either superheroes or supervillains. also to the fact that quinlin is in love with him
i’m debating whether or not i should include the matchmaking system since it doesn’t really serve a purpose when special abilities aren’t a good thing
anyway sophie and biana are very gay very hate the council it’s a whole thing
this is very long so i’m gonna cut it off here but. thank you for asking i love rambling <3
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Love Will Remember
Kitty one-shot, part 1 (part 2 here)
It's been 3 years 2 months and 13 days since Kit and Ty's paths splitted. Kit counted. Now he was looking at him across the hall. He was standing there with bunch od Centhurions, looking different and familiar at the same time. Ty was taller now, more confident, his hair was now falling into his face. Kit felt urge to just come there and fix those locks. But he couldn't. He lost that right years ago. His eyes fixed on Ty's earphones. At least some things didn't change, he thought.
Did he still love Ty? Good question. Tessa once told him, that Herondales love only once, but with their whole heart. He had girlfriends in those 3 years. Kit really liked them. But that was all. He couldn't bring himself to love someone else. As much, as he tried to or wanted to, he couldn't.
And now he was jealous.
He really wanted to convince himself, that he's okay, that he can just stop care for Ty. Well, Kit was always good liar, but not that good.
Kit was happy for Ty, for real. But he missed those times, when there were just two of them and Livvy. When Kit was only person, that Ty trusted with his secrets.
,,Hey," Dru shouted at him. ,,Are you even paying attention, or you're just being miserable about my brother again?"
,,I have no idea, what are you talking about," he turned to her. Dru was now only person, who talked to him more than 3 sentences a day. He talked to Ty, of course. He had to. But nothing really personal, just formal stuffs.
,,Whatever," she rolled her eyes, which she was pretty good at. ,,Julian wants to see you."
Now. He. Was. Screwed. Kit just started to think about, what he should tell Tessa to write at his grave stone:
Kit Herondale-Carstairs-Gray
Brother, friend, an asshole
He could go with this just fine.
,,Oh, come on. He isn't going to murder you," she continued.
Yeah, that's the thing that people say in every movie. Spoiler alert: shit's coming just after that.
,,What does he want?" he asked, trying to sound calm.
,,Something about patrol. He and Emma are busy, so he wants you and Ty to take it instead of them," he hoped, that she was joking. She has to be joking, right? Julian liked him. Well, at least he tried to be nice. He wouldn't do this to him. ,,Actually, he wanted me and Ty to go at first, but I told him, that I'm not feeling well, so he sent me to find you. You're welcome, bestie."
Now it made sense.
She winked at him, and left before he could say something or choke her. Not that he would or could, but he had his reasons. He wasn't ready for this. At all.
,,Kit, come here please," Julian called him, before he could disapear or find replacement or whatever.
This is just great, he said to himself.
This isn't really good, I know but I have to do something to cope with waiting. So I'll keep posting these sometimes. Part 2 of this tomorow. ❤️
#kitty#kit x ty#oneshot#kit herondale#ty blackthorn#the wicked powers#twp#dru blackthorn#julian blackthorn#emma carstairs
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Dearest Magnus,
Jem, Kit and I are so looking forward to your visit. In preparation, Kit has been attempting to teach Mina to say your name. She’s almost got it, but you may have to content yourself with being called “Agnes,” as she has trouble with the M — very trying for her as she is so advanced in her speech, just as you say Max was. You should have heard them in the kitchen this morning. “Who is coming to visit, Mina?” “Agnes!” I feel that your alter ego, Agnes, would wear sequins and be absolutely deadly at whist.
Thank you for your thoughts about the wards. I will look for labradorite at the gem store in Exeter. I tried what you suggested with the chickens—I was able to borrow a Blue Orpington from a neighbor on the last quarter moon. Since then chickens seem to be avoiding Kit, so maybe it will work on demons too? (Though can you really tell when a chicken is avoiding someone as opposed to just being a chicken?)
Jem and I are endeavoring to walk a narrow line, keeping Kit safe and hidden while also providing him with the most normal life we can. We don’t want to lock him away in a tower like a fairytale princess—he’d be miserable. And Mina would be miserable, she just adores him and rides everywhere on his back, clutching onto his shirt with her little hands. It reminds me of the way James and Lucie used to ride on Will’s shoulders. I suppose times change, but children never do.
We’re trying to allow Kit freedom wherever we can. He’s enrolled at the small school in the village, where a few of his friends know about the Shadow World and others don’t. There’s a local pack of werewolves who we’ve become friendly with, and some of their children go to school with him. I’ve begun to suspect that Kit has a girlfriend, but he’s secretive about it. (I guess that’s another thing that never changes about children—how secretive they are. I just hope he knows he can tell us anything. Especially related to demons, or in Kit’s case, the fey. A hundred and ten years later and I’m still edgy.)
He’s a puzzle, our Christopher Jonathan Herondale. About some things he’s opened up, and is willing to talk to Jem and me about them freely — his father, and what it was like growing up being able to see all sorts of peculiar things but not really understanding why. About being taught to fear Shadowhunters. About his concerns about his heritage — what it means, what kind of power he might have. I think it frustrates him, not knowing.
Other things he won’t talk about. We have asked him about Ty, as you and I discussed, but he’s like a brick wall about their friendship. Whatever happened he won’t speak of it. I think Livvy’s death hit him harder than we guessed, too. I’ve heard him call out her name in his sleep, always in this very despairing way. Sometimes he’ll say Not if you do this. Not if you do this, Ty. I feel like whatever they fought about, it must have been awful. But people can be terrible when they’re grieving; we both know that.
You can probably tell from everything I’ve said how much I — how much we — love Kit. I just love him, Magnus, like he was my own. He is my own. I’d kill anyone who wanted to hurt him, just as I would protect Mina or Jem with my life. I never thought I’d have this again, this perfect family I love so much it hurts. Strange after so many years to be so surprised by one’s own feelings — but I imagine it’s much the same for you, isn’t it? Speaking of which, I hope you and Alec and the kids are well. Please let Max know that we found his superhero cape—it was inside the piano.
I enclose a picture from your last visit here. How adorable they all are!
Love,📷
Tessa
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If I keep my eyes closed
Cw: Mention of sex, mention of comphet, reference to sexual assult (it's super super vague I'm just being careful), and self injurious stimming.
Chapter 2: I don't wanna talk about it
2. "Where are you going?"
Ty turned his body slightly to look back at the boy in bed next to him. His name was Riley he remembered. His sandy blond hair was tousled from Ty grabbing at it and his perfectly tanned skin was coated in a thin layer of sweat.
He was beautiful. It had been the reason Ty had persued him. But now that it was over and the lust and intrigue had worn off, Ty just felt tired.
Tired and empty.
"I'm leaving," he answered, continuing to pull his clothes back on. "Isn't that obvious?"
Riley snorted and shook his head slightly. "Wow you really don't waste any time do you?
Ty shrugged. "Not really no." He recognized that some people found it offensive when he left as soon as they were done having sex but he honestly couldn't to see the point in staying.
"Are you sure you don't wanna talk about it?" Riley asked. "You know whatevers bothering you?"
And the talking. Why did they always want to talk? It was weird. Ty finished pulling on his shirt and stood up, pulling the Herondale necklace and Livvy's locket out from under his shirt line and smoothing them over.
"No," he responded simply. And Ty was hoping that would be that.
But of course it wasn't.
"Oh come on!" Riley protested. "You sure you don't wanna vent just a little? I mean there must be trouble in paradise with the Herondale who gave you that necklace if you're sleeping with other people."
Ty could have honestly sworn he felt his heart stop.
"What?" He gasped. His head was aching and instantly dizziness over took him. He sat back down on the bed. "What are you talking about? Why would you say that?"
This was the second time now that someone had mistaken the reason for Ty wearing another Shadowhunters family symbol around his neck. Which he supposed made a certain amount of sense. It wasn't as if Ty could tell them the real reason he wore it. But everytime this happened he felt as though his insides were being pulled apart.
He willed himself not to let the box be opened. Let Kit Herondale stay buried where he belongs.
"No," Ty said again, attempting to keep his voice steady. "No we are not together. This was just a gift from a friend." He was looking down at the ground, incapable of looking anywhere in Riley's direction.
Riley scoffed. "Yeah right. No way he doesn't understand what a gift like that means. He's totally in love with you."
Blood rushed in Ty's ears. He sprung off the bed and grabbed his shoes. He had to get out of here.
I wish I had never met you.
"No." Apparently that was the only word Ty could say anymore. He pulled on his boots and laced them up.
Riley sighed. "I don't get why you're acting like this. Finding out someone is in love with you is a good thing! You should be happy."
Only then did Ty's gaze finally snap up. He stared directly at Riley and glared.
"Fuck you!" He spat with all the venom he had. "Don't you dare tell me how to feel."
Without waiting for a response, Ty marched out into the hallway. He was shaking, his breathing erratic.
"Livvy?" He called out into the air, trying not to be too loud. "Liv please where are you?"
Instantly she appeared at his side, looking concerned. She floated in front of him. "Ty Ty what's wrong?" She looked like she wanted to touch him but then remembered she couldn't.
Panic instantly appeared in her eyes. "Did he hurt you?" Her mind instantly jumped to the worst possible scenario and Ty couldn't really blame her.
Ty shook his head. Despite being dead, Livvy let out a long exhale. "Ok good. Then what's wrong? You seem upset."
She could always read him, even when they were little kids. She smiled at him encouragingly. "It's ok you can tell me anything remember?"
Ty sighed, exhaustion seeping through his bones. He wanted to bash his head against the wall like he used to when he was a kid. Helen would always ball up her sweater or jacket and put it under his head to try and protect him while Julian tried to comfort him.
Alyssa had told him that this was called self injurious stimming and it was best break those habits. But he still dug his fingernails into his skin. He just couldn't help it.
"Everyone keeps asking me about Kit and it just hurts," he confessed.
Livvy bit her lip and began to twirl an lock of hair around her fingers. It was a habit she had ever since she was little. "Do you miss him?"
Ty groaned. "I don't want to be asked about him Livvy! Didn't already make that clear?" Livvy narrowed her eyes at him and rolled her eyes.
"Fine! Have it your way. What do you need then?" She asked.
Ty shrugged. He honestly had no idea. He leaned back against the wall and slid down it to the ground. "The boy I-" he cut himself off, looking up at Livvy. He sometimes forgot that she was still frozen at 15 in her death. Still a kid, still a teenage girl while he was becoming more and more of an adult each day.
It was strange. They were twins, but they were growing further and further apart in age and appearance. Ty was now almost 19. One day he would be in his 30s or even in his 40s and Livvy would still be exactly as she was.
Sometimes Ty wondered if he did the right thing.
Also he had a bad habit of forgetting that most people weren't as casual towards discussing sex as he was. Ty backtracked. "I mean- you know."
Livvy smirked. "It's ok Ty, I'm not that delicate, just no details ok? Deal?"
Ty's eyes widened in horror. "Yeah obviously. Deal." Livvy floated down closer than him. She couldn't sit down on account of the fact that she would just float right through the floor, but she could put the lower half of her body through the ground so that she was eye level with Ty.
He was used to it by now.
"Basically, the boy I slept with tonight assumed that Kit and I were a couple because I wear the Herondale symbol. And he's not the only one," Ty confessed.
Livvy laughed. "Yeah I remember! I was there the first time. And then Ali completely obliterated him! That was pretty hot."
Ty blinked rapidly. "Excuse me?" He was a little taken aback by the sudden revelation that his sister found his new best friend hot. Not to mention Alyssa was 19 and Livvy was obviously still 19. And dead.
"You've never expressed any interest in women before," he pointed out.
Livvy sighed. "Yeah I guess I was kind of in denial for awhile. I always thought that I just had an aesthetic appreciation for female beauty."
Ty snorted.
"Anyways I guess I just convinced myself that everyone feels that way. Seems pretty stupid now. And the truth is I don't even really like guys."
Ty's brows furrowed. "Really?" He could remember Livvy constantly going on about how hot certain boys were like Cameron Ashdown and how much she wanted a boyfriend. And then...
"You kissed Kit," he murmered, feeling his heart drop. Livvy's eyes widened.
"You saw that? Oh crap." She sighed. "Ty listen it was just- I don't know I guess I was just curious? I wanted to know what it was like."
Ty closed his eyes. "And?" His voice shook slightly.
What was it like to kiss him he wanted to ask.
What did it feel like to have his lips pressed against yours? What was it like to taste him? What did he taste like?
But of course he didn't ask her any of that.
Livvy shrugged. "It was...fine? I guess? Mostly I just realized I wanted to feel wanted. I like making boys like me. I like the attention. I like feeling wanted. Like I have power over them. But as it turns out in reality, it's not so great. I was just bored."
Ty nodded. "Yes that sounds like what Alyssa calls comphet. Compulsatory heterosexuality."
"Yeah exactly," Livvy said, nodding along. "And men are just easy. Like it's so easy to make them want you in my experience and I guess I like that power trip. I mean, no offense."
Ty cocked his head slightly. "About what?"
Livvy laughed. "I mean.. Ty you're a man. I was just saying that I didn't mean to offend you."
"Oh... right," said Ty lamely. "I guess I just don't think of myself as a man. I'm just me. And besides you're right, they are easy."
"Aren't they though?" Livvy giggled. "Anyways I guess it's like, I was always raised to know what an attractive man looks like so it's easy to notice. And I keep feeling what I sometimes think is attraction but it's more just like an observation or a fleeting thought. Like my brain will run through these scenarios and I think I want it but then in reality I really don't."
Ty ran a hand through his hair. "I think that makes sense. It was similar with me and Alyssa. Mostly I felt close to her so I thought that was attraction but it wasn't." He smirked,."I keep waiting for someone to find out and revoke my gay card. Like I can't really be gay if I slept with a woman and enjoyed it can I?
Livvy scowled. "Hey listen. No one gets to say shit about what we've done or their opinions of our sexualities. Sexuality can be complicated, especially when you throw autism in the mix."
Ty wanted to ask how exactly she knew this when he had never told her his feelings about how him being autistic changed the way he thought about attraction, sex and gender but he decided against it.
"Anyways, the main take away here is just to do what you want ok? No matter what."
Ty felt tears prickle in his eyes. This is what he had needed. To talk with his twin. To be with his other half and feel complete.
"I love you so much," he whispered to her tearfully. He rarely said it out loud. He should probably say it more.
Livvy grinned at him. "I love you more Ty Ty."
He really wished he could touch her. Hold her.
But this was still pretty great.
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Legacy Recap
Spoiler alert: It's gay
An unprecedented 234 pages before Sophie pulls out an eyelash! I'm genuinely so proud the trich is improving folks
Sophie is not good at prioritizing
Keefe's mental health is improving too! He's shown signs of suicide ideation but he does want to keep looking very proud of him as well <3
Dex and Keefe deserve to interact more often because their relationship is fantastic, I'll die on this hill
Actually, Ro should stop making people uncomfortable for the fun of it please and thank you.
SOPHIE WINCED AFTER BEING CALLED LADY THIS BITCH NONBINARY GOOD FOR THEM
Sophie being bad at prioritizing, part two electric boogaloo
Fellas, is it queer of gender to complain about dresses for an entire page?
As usual, Biana's introduction is extremely sapphic.
We stan Wylie bitching at the council.
Tiergan confirmed what we already knew; being in the black swan is inherently queer.
Also, the council now knows Tiergan is Granite, for reasons related to being pissed about Prentice and/or losing at Uno.
Linh and Wylie are siblings pass it on.
We stan Tiergan bitching at the council.
Sophie, validating their friend's genders, doesn't want to call them lords and ladies.
Biana, validating Sophie's gender, doesn't want to call them lady.
"Master Sophie" is considered, which is a masculine honorific did Shannon realize she had Biana suggest a masc title for Sophie and no one thought anything of it?
Stina grabs Sophie's wrist. And calls her Foster, which is a sign of affection as we learn from Keefe.
Bronte is aromantic.
Sophie is (a) not ready for a relationship, (b) in love with Biana, and (c) nonbinary. This can be deduced by their reaction when Fitz says girlfriend.
Someone give Keefe a hug.
Aro Wylie supremacy. He's so tired of the allo drama.
Bronte should have been Sophie's father solely because I would love to see the Wylie/Forkle/Bronte confrontation.
Not only do Linh and Marella train together a lot, they train together a lot. Italics are a direct quote. Were they necessary? Seems kinda gay.
AMY MY BELOVED
Forkle and Bronte made out. Forkle then studied his saliva for the inflictor DNA. How romantic.
Cassius should get punched. Repeatedly. I volunteer.
Marella is so fondly exasperated with Linh and her Princess Purryfins antics.
Lesbian coded Linh? I cannot think of another purpose for that line-
Your favorite Solreef angst bitch is back to remind you that Linh moved back in with Quan and Mai and I want to know how it went when she told her family aboout this decision. For science.
(From what I've gathered, Tiergan is ignoring problems by focusing on work and no one is talking to one another)
Although Bronte's not Sophie's biological father, his reaction makes me think he knows who it is, which means it's probably Fintan.
Forkle straight puns? Forkle straight puns.
SOPHIE AND EDALINE DYNAMIC OWNS MY HEART CURED MY DEPRESSION ETC ETC
Fitz should have heard about Wylie exploding a chandelier, just because I think it would be funny to explore Fitz's complicated relationship to chandeliers.
Livvy understands why Sophie finds Vackers hot.
Fellas, is it gay to call your friend your "Best Dude" and make a ship name for the two of you? Asking on Keefe's behalf.
Livvy yeeting Forkle out of the way 🧡
Hey, Keefitz shippers- don’t think about Fitz hiring Keefe to paint a romantic picture of him and Sophie :D
Grady's ability needs to be explored more istg there's so much potential!!!
Forkle and Dex both ship Sokeefitz.
Sophie jumping off a cliff to avoid getting grounded. Iconic.
Time zones in the lost cities are addressed, and are then promptly forgotten.
DARK FITZ. FORESHADOWING FOR DARK FITZ. I WANT TO SEE THIS
Fitz and Keefe (and Sophie) being terrified they'll turn into their evil relatives supremacy
Sandor wants to fight Forkle. Deserved.
Everyone in the Neverseen is queer, explicitly confirmed.
Sophie doesn't know about coping mechanisms. Get Sophie therapy.
Alvar has the "little miss perfect" gene, just like every other Vacker ever.
MORE DARK FITZ FORESHADOWING
Gisela probably has another ability; could be beguiler, technopath, mesmer, pyrokinetic, ???
Keefitz!
Oralie mom reveal!
I think Prentice and his family deserve to yell at Oralie just a bit. As a treat.
Other than being mlw, Sophitz is very little miss perfect-ish.
Sophie's way of coping with her breakup is my way of coping with life (avoiding eye contact! hiding!)
LINH WAS HOLDING HANDS WITH MARELLA AND MARUCA. CANON THING THAT HAPPENED. I AM SCREAMING
I want to know what Tiergan would do if one of the councillors was hurt or killed because he didn't get to finish but I have a feeling the end of that sentence would be hilarious.
Elwin 🧡🧡🧡
Elwin used they/them pronouns for Sophie we stan supportive queer elder Elwin in this household.
Shannon foreshadowed an Empath having their sanity shattered- Keefe is the most likely option but Oralie or Stina could be interesting.
Okay you know what. Solreef family happy ending Tam comes home we were robbed of this scene I need to see it for science
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When the Pain Ends // Charlie Gillespie
Summary: Breaking up with your boyfriend ends with your broken hand, a broken heart and a trip to Canada. Getting out of Oklahoma for comfort of your younger brother Owen brings you into contact with a sweet Canadian.
Warnings: Swearing, hospital, cheating boyfriend, angst and bit of fluff
Words: 3.1k
Requested: No.
A/N: Tidbit of info is that I am a university student. I had last week off and I’m six minutes into my History Zoom Lecture. Here’s a little fic.
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The scowl glued on your face as you waited in the ER for the results from the x-ray you had gotten back from minutes ago. A bag of ice on the swollen knuckles of your right hand still splattered in drops of blood. The same blood as the small drops on your shirt as well. If that didn’t put a scowl on your face, it was the next issue.
The reason for your visit to the ER was in bed next over complaining as a nurse checked his face. His eyes meeting yours in a blend of guilt, regret and fear almost. You couldn’t meet his eyes. You didn’t want to meet his eyes.
Let’s backtrack a little for a short history.
The summer after graduation, you had met a guy on the beach playing volleyball in need of another player. You joined, and then you fell for the guy just as he did for you. For the last three years, you were now twenty-one years old. Parker had been a really good guy. Until yesterday.
“Babe!” Parker sounded congested with the bandages held up his nose. He had been fighting the nurse to come to your side.
“Don’t call me that!” You hissed glaring at the tall boy with the auburn hair colour that had once been your favourite colour.
“C’mon it was a mistake-Ow!” Parker whined at the nurse applied more pressure as she cast a sympathetic glance at you. A small smile of thanks passed to the nurse who had maybe pressed a little no hard on Parker’s nose.
Your eyes rolled at the drama that was Parker when it came to injuries that had been his entire fault, to be frank. Your fist meeting his face? His fault for cheating. What did he expect? A congratulations? Screw that.
“Say anything else I swear I’ll hit the other ball.” You glared at the boy sending him to a fit, shaking fear of stupidity.
The beach was filled up with teens and adults with children on the nice weekend day out of the loud city. Originally you hadn’t been able to join Parker with your mutual friends, but something else had spurred you there. Instead of having the weekly movie night via FaceTime with your younger brother, you had other plans. A particular video sent by Parker’s best friend and his cousin too had brought you here. Livvy had grown close in the three-year relationship you had with her cousin.
Your fury filled gaze flickered around the beach and the grass in the large opening area of the waterfront. Finally, your eyes found Parker sitting with Livvy on the blanket on the grass with Steve. Livvy was the first to see with marching through the people spreading like a curtain from the angry girl.
“Hey, Parker!” You shouted at your boyfriend in a conversation with your other two friends. Parker’s smile grew just before it falters at your expression.
“Hey, Babe,” Parker spoke, climbing to his full five-foot-ten stature. Livvy’s smile pulled up in an amused smirk while Steve looked more confused.
“How was your weekend at your sick Granny’s house?” You came to a stop a foot away from him. Arms crossed just under your chest his thick eyebrows furrowed together.
“Uh…it was okay. She’s feeling better.” Parker nodded to himself tilting his head to the side, “It was-“
“I hope she better. Her treatment must have been incredible.” You replied, unfurling your arms to grab the phone from your back pocket.
Parker grew more confused, “What?”
“The doctor sure knew what he was doing. The prescription of ‘dicked down’ cured her illness and old age.” The whistle you made after your statement sounded, but you grew more satisfied with the circle of people behind you.
“Oh.” Steve choked, raising one fist to press against his mouth. By now Livvy had started recording on her phone.
Livvy and Parker may be cousins, but she loathed cheaters when it was the cause of her parents’ divorce. Parker’s lips parted as he paled. The click of the glass screen brought up a video of Parker and a brunette in a hot tub.
“Ba-“
“Fucking look at your actions.” You hissed stepping even closer, “Was it worth it? Jeopardizing a relationship with someone you share years of memories with? Years of love and trust? All for thirty seconds of fun? We both know you tend to…get too excited.”
“Oh shit,” Steve spoke, shifting his gaze between you and Parker like he was a bobblehead of Einstein. The very bobblehead that you had laughed giving Steve with his obsession over the legendary scientist.
“It just happened. I still love you. I just needed a- “Parker stumbled back bringing his hands to his face, “OW! You broke my nose!”
“Ouch.” You hissed shaking your aching hand coated in some blood that splattered your shirt from shaking the hand.
“What the hell! You bit…holy fuck!” Parker screamed as your foot came up between his spread legs, nailing his left nut. He collapsed onto the grass, struggling to hold his bleeding broke nose and his nuts.
“That’s what you get asshole.” You shouted, turning to Livvy, “Can you take me to the hospital?”
“Parker drove, I’ll drive you both there. Steve can keep you two from fighting.” Livvy spoke, ending the video to shove everything in the oversized beach bag.
Now it was hours later as per usual in most hospitals elongating the time you were forced to spend with your now ex-boyfriend. Livvy and Steve had gone home a while back. Parker continued trying to fix the unrepairable damage he had done.
“Y-“
“That’s it!” You exclaimed jumping down from the bed to storm over to Parker. You made a few steps before arms encircled your waist.
“Okay, Slugger.” The gritty voice of your father spoke tugging you as far away from your ex-boyfriend as possible, “As much I want to kill him, I think you broke his pretty-boy face enough.”
The anger drained from your body as you slumped against your dad anguish set in with a tsunami of hurt. Time melted as you broke in your father’s arm; missing the doctor giving information. Your hand was fitted with a cast, and next thing you were aware of it was in the car.
“You bruised hits nuts. Broke his nose.” Dad nonchalantly spoke, turning the steering wheel as he exited the hospital parking lot. He didn’t bother making small talk as he let you be quiet on the drive home.
You didn’t know what hurt more, the heartache or your broken hand stabilized in the brace. The clearing of a throat had your attention is drawn to the house you had grown up no doubt holding your upset mother.
“She’s not that mad.” Dad quietly spoke, handing your phone that had died during the time in the ER. You shot him a look at the inaccuracy of his statement because you both know she was angry.
“Her daughter just spent hours in a hospital with a dead phone. We both know she probably thought I was dead in a ditch.” You deadpanned as you both walked up to the door of the home in Norman, Oklahoma.
The door opened before you could reach for it, and a flurry of blonde hair attacked you in a hug. Your mother hugged then leaned away to scan your features. Catching the dried tear stains paired with the red-rimmed eyes.
“Sweetheart.” Dinah spoke, raising her hands to wipe the tears from your face only causing more to fall, “What’s wrong?”
“Parker cheated on me.” You mumbled melting into her arms in another round of tears, breaking your parents’ hearts.
Meanwhile in Vancouver, Canada
Owen loved his job and the people he had met, but he missed the weekly movie nights with his older sister. The Joyner siblings had gotten down pat a system of sync to have the same movie playing at the same time on FaceTime. Imagine his surprise when he got a text apologizing.
Virtual movie night postponed. It put him in a slump that greatly concerned his roommate at the decrease of excitement. Even the next day, he was sad like a kicked puppy.
“Bro? You good?” Charlie asked from his place in the kitchen, scanning his emails on his computer. Owen barely made his eyes, “Wasn’t movie night with your sister yesterday?”
Owen nodded, “Yeah she-“
As Owen had gone to explain his phone had dinged with a concerning message from his mother.
Mom: Have you heard from Y/N? She hasn’t come home.
Owen swiped out of the conversation to the most used one with you shared with him to send a mass of messages. All not even coming up as read by you. It was his stipulation that you had it one for his safe of mind.
“C’mon you little shit,” Owen grumbled, pressing your contact to call. It didn’t even ring, “Dead cell.”
Charlie’s full attention shifted to the younger guy sitting on their couch in the apartment they used during filming. As Owen started pacing, Charlie was over quick as a bunny to offer comfort to him. The boys had grown so close, with Jeremy too, that they knew how to help the other.
“Owen, you need to tell me what’s going on.” Charlie soothed the blonde with his eyes pleading with the teenager.
“My parents haven’t talked to my sister. She didn’t go home.” Owen admitted scratching at his chest when his chest tightened. The other immediately finding his pulse on his neck to ensure he still had a pulse.
“Oh shit.” Charlie retorted, tapping his foot on the hardwood floor trying to find the right words to help his friend.
For the next hour, the boys kept in contact with Owen’s family and checking your social media in shifts as they filmed. It was a slow day when Owen’s phone finally rang with his mother’s contact once more.
“Mom, did you find her?” Owen asked, picking at the skin on his lips pacing as he had all day. The level of anxiety had been perfect for the scene he had filmed as Alex.
“Yeah. Look, Owen, she needs to get out of Oklahoma. Do you have room for her?” Dinah asked her son periodically glancing in the living room at the lifeless young woman.
“Yeah. We have an extra room.” Owen supplied squeezing the phone in his grip, “How is she? What happened?”
“I’m letting her settle before I ask any questions, but her flight is in a bit. It was either you take her in, or we pay for a hotel room. Oh! I got this lego-“
“I have to get back to filming. I’ll call you tonight.” Owen told his mother as his thumb hit the record circle on his phone. Kenny waving him over to film a scene with Booboo that would be the last before heading home.
The over the counter pain pill went down with a swig of water in the airport waiting for Owen and his roommate. Owen had messaged you that he would pick you up on the way from the set in perfect timing.
“Y/N!” Owen cheered catching sight of your form hunched forward on the bench you had miraculously found empty. Your blank eyes seeing the blue of your younger brother.
Owen’s eyes widened in shock, “What the hell happened to your hand?”
Noncommittal, the girl walked by her brother with her luggage in the mission to get to the car. All you wanted was to burst into years under your blankets until the world turned again, when birds sang, and the word wasn’t painted in dull colours.
Just as it had during the ride from the hospital to the house, it was dead silent in the car with the barest sound of music. Owen and Charlie had been having a conversation with expressions with the tension in the backseat stifling.
“This is our place.” Charlie spoke, opening the apartment door with a flourish for the girl and her luggage. Your eyes scanned the modest apartment with minimal mess compared to the tornado devastation of Owen’s Oklahoma room.
“Okay.” You replied, watching as Owen rolled the luggage to the room you would use for the few weeks you would be here.
Once showered, dressed and settled, you retreated to the couch to watch a film with the two boys. Your mind fluttered between Beca’s blow out with her father and Jesse to the city of Norman. As if thinking of Parker manifested something your phone buzzed with notifications.
@/livvyjo: Go, girl! [video]
@/malia134: Parker goes down like the bitch he is!!!
@/notsteverogers: I got a front-row seat to the fight.
Those three comments on Livvy’s video had more support than hate plus the video itself was hilarious. It caught the entire confrontation from greeting the cheater to being pulled away to spend the ten minutes in the same car. The car you had hooked up in the backseat of in the years you dated him.
“-The prescription of ‘dicked down’ cured her illness and old age.” The pure anger on your expression amused you.
“What are you watching?” Owen inquired from the couch he watched the movie from. It made up for the lack of a film last night.
“A girl punching her bag of shit ex-boyfriend. She almost ripped his face off in the hospital.” You softly replied with your thumb double-tapping Livvy’s post.
Charlie’s attention shifted from the pool mashup with the Barden Bellas to the pride evident in your tone. It was the first time he had heard you laugh during the few hours he had been in your presence.
“What movie?”
“Oh, you know Parker’s Dicked Down Adventures. Filmed free with an iPhone.” You spoke sliding down to sit flush to Charlie to show the video you refreshed.
Owen’s mouth opened, “He cheated on you? How stupid is he??”
“You have a mean right hook.” Charlie supplied replaying the video for the third time with a weird feeling in his gut. The confidence stirred a body warming heat in the Canadian actor unlike anything else he had felt before.
“Dad taught me.” You replied, slouching down in the plush couch with a tiny smiling, “The nurse heard what happened. She put excessive pressure for his actions. I overheard his diagnosis; nasty bruised testicle and a broken nose.”
Both boys winced at the description. Owen ditching Charlie’s side to sit beside you, leaving you in the middle of the boys.
“I almost attacked him before Dad dragged me out of the room.” You recounted snuggling into your younger brother’s side.
“Where are my keys?” Owen questioned his roommate, “We need them to drive to the airport. I need to kill the ass that hurt my sister.”
Your deft fingers grasped Owen’s wrist when he went to get up because, in all honesty, he probably would book a flight. He wouldn’t go through with the plan to physically hurt Parker, but Owen had a wicked tongue for insults.
You spent one month in Vancouver with your brother and his castmates from helping Maddie with her homework. Movie nights with Owen changed to include Charlie too. Shopping trips with Sav and Tori. Baking with Jadah. You became family with them.
All good things come to an end. You had settled back in Norman with brighter plans that didn’t involve relying on men. Movie nights still happened with the boys, but things got hectic. Virtual movie nights shifted to texting Charlie and calls.
“Hey dork.” Charlie spoke walking down the street in Vancouver to the restaurant he was meeting the cast at. His lips pulled back in a massive grin, hearing your voice.
“Hey Char!” You enthusiastically spoke, walking out of the building with more pep in your step at the voice of the man, “What’s up?”
“On my way for food with everyone. How are you feeling?” Charlie asked, rubbing his fingertips on the dark denim pants. The sound of your voice brightening up his day more than he thought possible.
“Ooh. I should let you go, huh?” You questioned shifting to hold the phone between your shoulder and chin. Fingers unlocked the new car you had bought with the money you had saved.
A nice change of money from selling the jewellery, clothes and other miscellaneous gifts Parker had given you. The necklace he gave you that once belonged to his grandmother had been given back to him. Other than that you had no interaction with the ass.
“I’d rather talk to you.” Charlie admitted biting his lip in concentration, “I have a question.”
“Okay. What’s your question?” You questioned as your phone connected to your car—Charlie’s voice coming through the car speakers.
“Filming is almost over. Do you have plans for New Years? I’d like you to see you again.”
His words set a flutter of butterflies moving in your stomach at his nervous confidence striking the new information. The change in your friendship had been felt on his side as well and while you usually would think one-month post cheating wasn’t long enough. Something about Charlie felt comfortable as if everything had been preparing to fall for him.
“I could fly-“
“I’d like to see where you grew up. Your favourite places and where you went to school. I want to know the little things that made you who you are.” Charlie spoke coming to a stop outside the restaurant, waiting for your answer.
Owen’s eyes pulled from his debate with Sacha and Jeremy to the nervous Canadian biting his lip outside the window. By the expression on his face, Owen couldn’t guess who he was talking about. It was the smile that had been appearing on Charlie’s face for the last two weeks you had been staying with them.
Charlie had fallen for Owen’s big sister, and he couldn’t think of anyone better. The bond between you and Charlie had been natural and magical to watch. It was kinda gross seeing his best friend and sister having heart eyes with each other. Yet, Owen had never liked Parker, but he loved the idea of having Charlie as a brother.
“Y-yeah. Of course, you can Char.” The flattering blush heated up your skin at the turn in the convo—a grin splitting on the two individuals with more than three thousand kilometres between them.
“Cool. I should join the cast. I’ll text you later.”
“Bye, Charlie.” You whispered to the boy looking out the window noticing something she had been oblivious to.
The world had regained the colour, the birds sang again, and the world turned once more. All because a boy helped her heal.
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Queen of My Heart - Chapter 38 (The End!)
Book: The Royal Romance
Pairing: Drake X MC, Liam X Olivia, Hana X OC Lydia
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The show comes to and end, and Riley contemplates her future
Author’s Note: I can’t believe I’ve finally brought this series to an end. There was quite a long time I thought I may never finish. I want to thank all the readers and friends who’ve read and encouraged me along the way. I want to especially thank @debramcg1106 as of late for helping me work through the ending and pushing me to finish it out. This is the technical end of the story, but I do have an epilogue planned as well.
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Word Count: 2230
Queen of My Heart Chapter Index
Due to everything that transpired, filming of the finale was delayed two weeks. Riley was grateful for the time and hardly left Drake’s side during his recovery. He was sent back to the palace after a couple days, and Riley had to convince him that whiskey was not a suitable replacement for the antibiotics and pain medication the doctor prescribed. Reluctantly he obliged. He worked with physical therapy, and by the end of those two weeks, you’d have hardly known he’d been injured at all.
Olivia was salty her ball had been ruined, but the production staff made up for it, giving her and Liam an overnight filmed at Olivia’s northern Lythikos retreat. She was still worried the country would favor Riley with Liam, but Kat assured Olivia between her heroic actions, personal growth, and some favorable editing, it would be hard for most people not to be on her side.
As for Madeleine, it was still unclear if she would be charged criminally or would be incompetent to stand trial due to her mental health, but either way, she wouldn’t be a danger to anyone for quite some time. It was questionable if Jo’s involvement in the whole thing broke any laws. She wasn’t Cordonian, so she couldn’t be charged with treason for skirting security and endangering the life of the crown prince, but authorities were looking to see if there was anything they could make stick. At the very least she was blacklisted and would never work in television again.
So finally, on a calm, clear, day, there was only one obstacle left. Riley met with Liam, adorned in a stunning, body-hugging, Swarovski crystal filled dress, to put on the performance of a lifetime and act as if he’d shattered her heart. Of course, it wasn’t that easy. There were a couple of takes where neither of them could keep a straight face followed few that were unbelievably dramatic, but ultimately Riley was able to tap into her vulnerability and the tragedy she had faced to bring genuine emotion and tears to light. It didn’t matter that it was unrelated to what was happening in the scene, it was real. Kat said it was perfect, and Liam was free to propose to Olivia.
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Now that all is said and done, who will Liam choose to be his future Queen? Will it be the fierce Duchess Olivia, or the plucky newcomer Riley? Stay tuned for the finale of Queen of My Heart.”
Maxwell draped his arm around Riley’s shoulder. “What do you think, sis? How did I do on my television debut.”
Maxwell, Bertrand, Savannah, Hannah, Lydia, Liam, Olivia, Riley, and Drake were all huddled in the palace screening room to watch the finale as it aired.
Just about anyone would have been an improvement over Chad,” Riley teased, ”but the squid suit was definitely a nice touch. Your delivery was great, but did you have to call me plucky?”
“You know I had to play it cool,” Maxwell explained. “Plucky is good, but not over the top. Don’t want anyone thinking I’m playing favorites because you’re my sister.”
Riley rolled her eyes. “The suggested ‘noble newcomer’ would have been sufficient.”
“It was a stylistic choice.” Maxwell made a gesture with his hand indicating a mock hair flip.
"Ugh, enough about Maxwell," Olivia groaned. "I'm ready to get to the good part. Can we just fast-forward through any mushy Liam and Riley stuff? Nobody needs to see that."
"I second that." Drake raised his hand in rare agreement with Olivia.
Liam just shook his head. "I know nobody watches live network television anymore, so you must have forgotten how this works. There's no fast-forwarding. Not even through commercials."
"That's fine with me." Lydia chimed in. "More time for making out."
"Lydia!" Hannah's cheeks turned a deep shade of pink.
Lydia pecked her on the lips. "Sorry babe. You're just too damn cute when you blush."
Hannah remained quiet but her smile gave her away. Lydia, with her outgoing, bold, and slightly unpredictable personality, was the perfect complement to Hannah being so shy, proper, and focused. They brought out the best in each other, and the difference in Hannah between when Riley met her until now was night and day.
The friends watched the show and Riley only cringed at herself in a few places, which was much less than she thought she would. Things did get a bit awkward during the montage of kissing scenes between Riley and Liam, and Maxwell and Bertrand made a show of covering their eyes for the steamier parts. They all laughed inappropriately when Liam dumped Riley since they knew it wasn't real. And then finally when Liam proposed to Olivia, everyone cheered.
Riley thought of her friends and family at home. She pictured aunt Susan, Sarah, and Daniel all rooting for her and how disappointed they must have been that she "lost." She couldn't wait to tell them, however, she hadn't lost at all.
"Wow, Livvy." Drake quipped, bringing Riley out of her deep thoughts. "How much did you have to pay them to give you such a flattering edit?"
Olivia threw a pillow at his head which he deftly dodged. "Fuck off, Walker. You were so desperate to get on the show, you leapt in front of a bullet."
"Now, now children." Liam said in a mock scolding tone. "Let's all play nice."
"Yes, father," Drake and Olivia replied in unison, causing laughter to erupt around the room.
Riley still didn't have all the answers about what her future would hold, but she had found her people. Where she was in that moment was where she needed to be.
Savannah yawned. "It's getting late. We should probably go and relieve the sitter." Riley hasn't wanted to pry into Savannah and Bertrand's relationship, but they were working together to parent Bartie and things seemed to be falling into place for them.
"Yes, yes." Bertrand agreed. "Time is money!"
"Oh my god, Bertrand." Savannah rolled her eyes. "Life isn't all about money."
"She’s right." Maxwell propped his arm on Savannah's shoulder. "Besides, now that the show is over, we'll be getting some money, and Kat said if viewers responded well to me, they would probably offer to extend my contract in the franchise. By the looks of these tweets, I'm going to be rolling in dough. 'That Maxwell guy is so hot...ridiculously funny...just what the show needed.' Should I read more?
"Please no." Bertrand groaned. "We can talk finances later. Goodnight, all."
As the rest of the crowd dwindled, Liam asked Drake and Riley to stay behind. He kissed Olivia and promised to join her when the conversation was through.
"So what's up?" Drake got right to the point once only the three of them remained.
Liam cleared his throat. "Well as you know, I highly value your loyalty to the crown."
"Heh." Drake let out a terse laugh. "I don't really give a fuck about the crown, but I do care about you."
"In any case, you take your job very seriously and I could see you as head of the guard one day, once Bastien retires." Liam paused before continuing. "However, I do have another proposition for you."
Drake raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Go on."
"How would you like to be the head of Valtoria?" Liam asked expectantly.
Drake' eyes narrowed in contemplation. "I thought Valtoria was unoccupied. Is there a new Duke or Duchess there now that needs a security detail?"
"No, no." Liam laughed. "Well, there could be. That's what I'm trying to ask you. I would like to give Valtoria to you."
"No fucking way. You have to be kidding me. Did you sign up for some royal version of a prank show now?" Drake scanned the room as if searching for hidden cameras.
"I'm serious, Drake. I think you would make a fantastic duke."
Drake scoffed. "I'm a commoner who despises most nobles and everything the monarchy stands for."
"That's exactly why you'd be perfect for the role." Liam explained. "Cordonia needs a fresh perspective - someone who can resonate with the people the monarchy serves. Just think, you could have a real voice in creating change. I don't want to rule like my father has and his father before. I want the people to have the representation they deserve, and you are a key to that."
Drake sighed deeply. "I don't know Li. Even if I could do this - if I wanted to - what makes me worthy? What's everyone going to say when they find out you gave an average dude the title of Duke just because he's your best friend?"
"I'll tell them that Drake Walker is anything but average. He's smart, capable, and fiercely loyal. He's saved my life more times than I count and has more integrity than anyone I know. Public policy can be learned, but these qualities cannot be taught. He may not be noble by blood, but he is my family, and he belongs."
'Wow, Liam." Drake ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know what to say."
"You're quiet over there." Liam directed at Riley. "What do you think?"
"Me?!" Riley had been as shocked by this as Drake, and she didn't know what to think. This was about Drake, not her. Did her opinion really matter? "I, uh.... think this is really Drake's decision."
Drake took Riley's hands in his. "But it's yours too. I mean, if we are going to be together..."
"Oh, well..." How was Riley supposed to help Drake decide such a life altering thing when she didn't even have her own life sorted out?
Drake didn't leave her fumbling for too long. "Liam, I really don't know if either of use is equipped to answer this question right now. It's a very generous offer, and the fact that I'm not totally shutting you down for suggesting such a ridiculous thing as me being a Duke should tell you I'm genuinely willing to entertain the idea."
Liam chuckled. "I completely understand. This life is new to both of you in different ways, and to navigate a new relationship on top of all that is a lot to ask. I'm in no hurry to fill the vacancy. Consider it an open-ended invitation. I trust that you'll be ready to make your decision long before the public pressures me into making a new appointment."
"Thanks, Liam." Drake gave him hug and patted him on the back. "Now get back to your fiancé before she blames me for keeping you too long."
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Back in her palace guestroom, Riley nestled into Drake, her head resting on his chest. "It's been quite a night, huh?
"You could say that again." Drake pulled her tighter against him.
"I kind of feel like we're moving so fast, we're skipping steps - like we're being asked to decide the rest of our lives before we even know what we want to do tomorrow." Riley knew nobody was outright asking for an immediate decision, but she felt the weight of everyone's expectations. Whether she stayed in Cordonia or went back home, she'd probably be disappointing someone.
"Who says we have to?" Drake asked. "You heard Liam. He doesn't need an answer right away. I Know you haven't decided what you want, and I sure as hell don't know what I'm going to do yet. Why don't we take some time together to just...be. Do normal couple things and see where the relationship takes us."
"Normal couple things... I mean I don't know how I can go back to my normal peasant life after attending weekly balls dressed in couture gowns," Riley teased, "but I think I could make that sacrifice for you, my commoner boyfriend."
"Hey, watch who you are calling commoner." Drake pinned Riley down and tickled her sides until she begged him to stop, and he collapsed beside her again. "I just may outrank you soon if I so choose."
Riley laced her fingers through Drake's. "It's crazy to think how our lives have changed in a few short months. I don't think I could have made it through all of this without you, and not just because you kept literally saving my life."
"You may not have taken a bullet for me, but you've saved me too. For once in my life, I see multiple paths with meaning and purpose. I've seen so much of myself reflected in you, but it id the version of me I want to be, not the one I was. You've shown me trials and hardships don't have to make you bitter, and that you don't have to fit the cookie cutter mold to find your place here... Oh, God, listen to me. What have you done to me Bennett?" Drake shuddered in mock disgust.
Riley softly pressed her lips to his and pulled back with a smirk. "I don't think I can take all the credit, or the blame as you might put it. But enough talk about the future. You said we should focus on the now, and right now all I need is you."
"Well then, your wish is my command." Drake pulled Riley tight to him and then they lost themselves in each other, completely unencumbered by any decisions about their future. Those could wait for another day.
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Blackthorn Detective Agency - Part 1
KitTy Sherlock AU!
It's set in 1930s, slow burn & will have a few parts!
I'm not 100% sure where this is going but I'm already writing the second part, so we will see
Words: 3 862 (I know it's long, sorry, this part is more about the plot and the surroundings)
Kit looked at the grey sky above his head and frowned. It was going to rain. Of course.
He hasn't been in London for over a year now but he wondered how he could forget that. The bad weather, the noise, (and true to be told - very dirty) streets, the men in suits and cylinders, the women in pretty dresses, sometimes with pants. He wondered what happened to the few closet shops he was passing by. One of the many mysteries of life.
And talking about mysteries…
Kit saw at the other side of the street what he was looking for. A grey showcase, thorns all over the frame with a few simple words in the middle - "Blackthorn Detective Agency". There was a small bee on its left.
Kit fastly crossed the street, holding his hat. Some man angrily shooted, cursing the sudden wind that scattered many leaves, newspapers and even a few hats. Kit laughed. He missed London even though it wasn't the most awesome place.
He stood up in front of the agency, hesitating. He knew the guy who ran it is young, very good at what he does and known among people as Sherlock Holmes. Kit didn't know almost anything about him. What if he was a criminal? Or another kind of dangerous person?
But he remembered the look on his father's face. The empty package. Kit needed the money, no matter what kind of guy was this Sherlock.
He quietly opened the door and looked around the room as he was entering. It was kind of a lobby but a lot smaller - there was space only for two comfortable-looking armchairs, mahogany mass and a portrait hidden behind a curtain. The walls were in nice, warm colors, mainly grey and brown, a turned off radio on the desk. In the right corner, almost unnoticeable was a polished ajar wooden door.
Kit cautiously stepped towards it but then he heard voices. He stopped, grateful he was quiet while coming inside.
“... think so?” this was a woman's voice, perhaps a girl's.
“Look. All I know is that my friend disappeared a few days ago,” this was definitely a woman's voice, probably older than the first one. “He didn't show up for our meeting the next day. He didn't send a note. And…” she hesitated.
“What is it?” this time it was a male's voice.
There was a minute of silence, then:
“The only reason I come here is not because I can't do investigation on my own. It's because…” she sighed. “The last day we saw each other, exactly the day before our appointment, he told me there is a secret that was passed to him to protect. And he told me about it. Not everything, not enough details, but I'm sure he told me because he knew he may be… attacked. I think his… attackers may know about me and this would impede the investigation.“
“I understand,” the male voice again. It was a nice voice. Melodic. Kit could listen to it for hours. “I suppose you can't tell us this secret.”
“No,” she said firmly. “I definitely can't. It's not mine to say.”
After this no one said anything but Kit thought he heard a pen writing fast on a paper.
“Is there anything further you want to share?” asked the male voice.
“I don't think so,” the woman said. “Just… be careful. Find my friend. The money is not a problem.”
Kit swallowed. Money. This woman had money. Kit should get the job at all costs.
“Thank you, Miss Loss. We will do everything we can to help.”
This was followed by silence and noise of moving clothes. Tracking of heels. Kit jumped off the door, hoping he wouldn't be caught eavesdropping.
A woman with blue skin and white hair came out of the room. A warlock. She suspiciously looked at Kit but didn't say anything. She walked past him and frowned at the sky.
“London's weather is terrible, isn't it?” Kit chuckled. “Sometimes I forget.”
A shadow of a smile crossed the woman's face. “It is, indeed. That's why I brought an umbrella.”
“Lucky you. I always forget and I'm supposed to live here.”
Then a real smile appeared on her face. But she didn't say anything - just put on her gloves, took out her umbrella and went outside. As she opened her umbrella right in front of Kit her skin and hair became darker and she wasn't warlock anymore - just a regular woman in the rain.
Kit watched after her for a second then turned around. On the door's frame was leaning a girl. Not much older than Kit probably, with bright blue-green eyes that was watching him curiously. She was wearing gloves, white shirt with puff sleeves and coffee brown wide leg pants, almost as dark as her curly hair. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest. Kit noticed a necklace around her neck, with a gold chain and a slim disk of metal on it. On the front was a wreath of thorns - probably the family symbol.
“How can I help you?” she asked politely.
“I'm here for the job. I heard that… Sherlock… is looking for a partner.”
“Yes, that's right,” she said. “Very well. Come in.”
She turned around and got back into the room she and the other woman were in. Kit followed.
It was an office. The shelves on the walls were filled with books - some of them about mathematics and the morse code, about the body language and animals, others - mysteries and classics, fairy tales and mythology, most of which Kit didn't recognize. It was surprisingly cozy - the room was warm and smelled like ink and paper. There were a few maps on the walls - of the world, of England and of London. Three armchairs like the ones in the lobby and surprisingly many tables (at least three) on which were a few little toys and tons of well organized paper - on one was even a disassembled watch. Right against the door, no more than 5 meters away, was a big desk - it was a little messy, with a rotary dial telephone and two chairs on both sides. Probably for the clients.
There was also a board, standing close to the desk - big, see-through board on wheels with paper and written things on it. A young man was cleaning it right now.
As Kit saw him everything around faded a little and his gaze was focused only on him. How beautiful.
This was probably the most good-looking man Kit has ever seen. He was tall, taller than Kit, with messy black hair which showed he probably runs a hand through it a lot. His eyes were grey like the sky outside, carefully reading a piece of paper. He was wearing gloves, a silk white shirt, a little loosened on his neck and black trousers with braces.
This should be Sherlock, Kit thought. He didn't expect him to be so young. Hell, he probably wasn't much older than Kit.
“We have a job candidate," the blue-greened girl said and sat on one of the armchairs.
The young man lifted his gaze to look at Kit. Kit felt embarrassed. He was wearing his favorite overcoat and cap - he wasn't as elegant as the two of them.
“Hello,” he said, trying not to sound too nervous. Or desperate. “I'm here for the job. I heard that Sherlock is looking for someone helping him.”
None of them said who Sherlock was or if the guy in front of him was Sherlock. The black haired one just nodded.
“You can sit if you want.”
Kit sat. The boy took a notebook from one the piles on the desk and a pen.
“My name is Livvy. This is my brother, Ty. We run this place. Nice to meet you.”
They, Livvy actually, asked him a few basic questions - his name, age, occupation. Kit came here prepared to lie for them all. But watching the boys' - Ty's - face while he was writing down the information, he couldn't make himself tell all the lies he had prepared. Kit ended up telling them the truth. His father would be disappointed in him. Well, if he knew his son was here.
“So, Mr. Rook,” the girl started.
Kit shivered. “Please, Mr. Rook is my father. You can call me just Kit.”
“Kit, it is,” she smiled. Kit had a feeling the serious questions begin now.
After almost 30 minutes the interview was at its end.
“Final question,” Livvy said. “Tell us Kit, why do you want to work in this agency?”
Kit paused. “True to be told, it's mainly because I need the money.”
“Oh,” clearly this wasn't the answer she expected. Even Ty looked up. “Really?”
Kit shifted uncomfortably. “Well… I want to help my father and for this I need to find a job. And when I saw the inquiry in the newsletter… I told myself this is what I want to try to work.”
It wasn't the greatest answer, really. But it was the truth.
“Very well,” Livvy said. Ty wrote something in his notebook - he was doing it the whole interview. “Please, leave us alone for a few minutes.”
Kit nodded and got up. He smiled at them and turned around.
When he got out of the room the door closed tightly after him.
•
Livvy turned to him with a playful smile.
“What do you think about him?”
Ty looked at the notes he had made during the interview. Christopher, also known as Kit Rook.
“He looks like he can do the job,” Ty said.
“Oh, come on!” Livvy stepped away from the door and approached Ty's desk. “I know you liked him.”
It was true. Ty did like him. He had a nice smile.
“You're not wrong,” Ty said. “But.”
“But?” Livvy raised an eyebrow.
“I don't think he'll keep up around for long. You heard him. He's here only for the money. When he is financially stable again he'd quit.”
“Ty,” Livvy sighed. “We talked about this. We're looking for someone who will work here, no matter how long. We can't find a full time worker that fast.”
Ty ran a hand through his hair. He closed his eyes and breathed. He looked at the empty board. He already imagined how he filled it with paper, the possible connections and people, places and details, the web of the case - could this stranger help him solve the board?
“I know you don't like strangers,” Livvy said quietly. “But at least give him a chance. From all the people that came, he is… I don't know. Most reliable-looking, I suppose. He would talk with people and he's smart. And I have a feeling he may know a thing or two about London's criminals.”
Ty looked suspiciously at the door, even though he couldn't see Kit through it. “Do you really think he would be helpful?”
Livvy sat on the chair in front of the desk, looking amused - Ty wasn't sure why. “I think he is worth a try.”
Ty looked at his notes one more time, tapping with the pan on them. He looked at Livvy. Sighed.
“All right,” he said. “Let him in. He must hear the good news.”
Livvy smiled at him and got up. Ty almost didn't hear their conversation. Still tapping with the pen on the papers, he read again all the information Catarina Loss gave him. He should talk with some people. Check some places. To think about it.
“Ty?”
“Yes?” he looked at Livvy.
“When is Kit starting?”
Ty thought about it for a second. “Right now.”
•
Well, Kit thought. These guys are intense.
He watched, sitting on a chair, as Ty and Livvy together "prepared" for the case. Ty cleaned up one table, while Livvy moved the London's map closer to the see-through board. At some point they were finished and Livvy sat on the same chair she was sitting on during Kit's interview, while Ty remained standing.
“Let's retell get the case from the beginning,” Ty said and grabbed his notebook. “Before four days, on 10th October Ragnor Fell arrived in London, around 2 p.m. After that, around 4 p.m he and Catarina Loss met on George Street, in a restaurant whose name is unknown. They sat there no more than three hours and left between 6 and 6:30 p.m. This is the last time Catarina sees Ragnor. The next day, 11th October, they should have met at Arthur Street at 11 a.m. but Ragnor never appears.”
He looked up from his notebook and said, “Do I miss something?”
“I don't think so,” Livvy, who had written fast while her brother was talking, shook her head. She turned to Kit as she was handing the paper to Ty. “This is the 'skeleton' of the story. The very basics we know. The details come after this.”
Kit nodded, fascinated by the team they were. What was Kit even doing here? It was obvious the twins worked well together - they didn't need a third wheel.
“Now,” Ty said slowly, looking at the paper with the information Livvy wrote on. “Ragnor told Catarina the secret during their meeting on 10th, correct?” On another list, which he pinned next to the first one, he carefully started to write what he just said. He was making a timeline, Kit realized.
“Correct,” his sister said. “Also, in the same conversation he mentioned he's going to meet with a person named Raphael Santiago, but it's unclear when and where.”
Ty wrote that too.
Then he stared at it, tapping the pen on his hand.
“Do we know when he comes from?” Kit suddenly asked.
They both turned their heads at him at the same time. A little creepy but impressive.
“What do you mean?”
“I was talking about Ragnor and his train. Do we know where the train started from? Or from where Ragnor was before arriving here?”
Ty intensely searched his journal. “I don't think so.”
“It's probably not important anyway…”
“It may be,” Ty just said and took one more paper, wrote something on it and pinned it on the other side of the list with the 'skeleton'. “This is the first thing we're going to check tomorrow.”
For a few more hours they discussed the case. It was Ty mostly and Livvy. Kit was only following their conversations (and Ty's monologues), adding some little details time to time.
He was amazed. After spending a few hours in their company he could understand why "Blackthorn Detective Agency" had this reputation.
Kit looked at the clock on his hand and stood up. “I'm sorry but I have to go.”
It was almost 6 p.m. His father would wonder where he was.
“All right,” Livvy said. “Come here tomorrow morning. Nine a.m. Or earlier.”
Kit shivered. So early. But he only nodded and left.
•
Kit was running down the street. The wind was blowing in his face, his lungs were burning. He could barely stop in front of the door of "Blackthorn Detective Agency". Kit took one deep breath and entered.
Ty was in the lobby, sitting on one of the armchairs. He was reading his notes, in one hand holding a calabash pipe and in the other - his journal.
He glanced at Kit. “You're late.”
“I'm sorry,“ Kit said. It was his first day - it was a bad impression to be late, wasn't it? “I didn't correctly estimate how long it would take me to get here. I promise it won't happen again.”
“Good,” Ty said, closing his notebook. He got up from the armchair and grabbed the overcoat that was on the other.
He was as tall and handsome as yesterday. Under the overcoat he was wearing clothes similar as the day before - only the shirt was green. The braces remained the same.
“Let's go.”
“Shall we not wait for Livvy?”
“She is not coming with us.”
“Oh. All right.”
Ty eyed him as they were leaving the building. “Are you disappointed?”
“Well. No. Just surprised I suppose.”
Ty seemed like he accepted his answer. They walked side by side on the street.
“Where are we going? To the train station?”
“We shall,” Ty said. “But our first stop is Ragnor's apartment because it's closer. Then we'll take a taxi to the train station.”
“Sounds good.”
They walked together in the chilly London. Kit could see his breath in the air. The streets were rather empty. Maybe it was because it was too early? Anyway, he liked it this way. It was calm.
“So,” Kit said. “Why do you choose to call yourself Sherlock? Where does it come from?”
“Livvy came up with it,” Ty said, glancing around the street. Maybe he was searching for Ragnor's apartment. “And I'm not Sherlock.”
Kit was so shocked he stopped walking for a second. Then he caught up with Ty and asked, “Wait, you're not Sherlock Holmes? Then who is it?”
“Well,” Ty said and turned towards the street on the left. “It's Livvy and I. Although she probably will disagree.”
“Interesting,” Kit said absently. This explained some things. Like why no one could tell how Sherlock looked or his age. Even if he was male or female even though most people thought it's a man.
“This is it,” Ty said and they stopped in front of a tall but narrow building, reminiscent of a tower. “I believe Ragnor's apartment is on the third floor.”
Instead of entering the building from the main entrance, they went around to the rear entrance. While they climbed the stairs (because around the elevator too many people would see them), Kit asked, “Do you have a key to the apartment?”
“No,” Ty simply said.
“You say we're going to break in?”
“Well, technically, yes. But Catarina Loss said we should do everything we can to find him. Even if this includes "some not so legal actions", in her words.”
“Dear god,” Kit murmured. “So, we, kind of, have her permission to break in her friend's apartment?”
“That's right.”
Does he know how to do that? Kit thought but didn't say it. He probably knew. This was Sherlock Holmes (or at least half of it).
They quietly sneaked throughout the floor, until Ty stopped in front of room 66B.
He frowned at it.
“What is it?” Kit said.
“It seems that the lock is not... what I expected it to be,” Ty sounded deeply displeased when he said it.
Kit signed. He didn't want to seem like a criminal but desperate situations require desperate measures.
“Have you brought some instrument to open the door?” Kit said, already looking at the lock. “Small screwdriver perhaps? Or something like it?”
“I did,” Ty said absently, tapping with his foot. He was probably thinking of other ways to open the door without breaking it. Well, with a bit of luck Kit was going to do it for him.
“Can you give it to me? I want to try something.”
For a second Ty just looked at him but did as Kit asked.
Kit took the little object and kneeled in front of the door. The lock was better than he expected from a place like this but nothing unbearable.
After a few minutes, a few clicks and pressure on the mechanism Kit unlocked it. He stood up and gave the screwdriver back to Ty.
Ty was looking at him with amused eyes. “Unexpected but very helpful. Thank you.”
Kit felt warm and smiled. He wasn't used to people complimenting him. Shyness he didn't know existed in him woke up and he just said, “Nothing special. You're welcome any time.”
Ty gave him a thoughtful look for a second but didn't say anything.
They walked in the Ragnor Fell flat. It was a rather simple room. Pale red wallpapers, boring green sofa. A dresser and a desk with a few books about Spanish language on it. Bookshelf and a few plants. In the end of the room was a door, as boring as everything else here, that was probably the bedroom.
“This doesn't make sense,” Ty said, looking around the room. He approached the desk and looked at the books.
“What? That this flat is awfully boring for a warlock to live in? If so, yes, you're right.”
“No. I mean,” Ty ran a hand through his hair. “You have a point. I suppose. But I meant that such a warlock as him would protect his own flat at least. We get into it too easy. There were no spells, no protection, nothing. This is strange.”
Kit closed the door to the apartment and stepped in it. “Maybe he just didn't have the time?”
Ty shook his head, opening a drawer in the desk. It was empty. “Between his meeting with Catarina and his arrival in London are two whole hours. After that too, if we guess he hasn't been kidnapped right after meeting her.”
“Fair point.”
Kit looked around as well, approaching the door. There really wasn't anything interesting. Most of the books were classics, the sofa looked old but unused. Kit opened the door to the bedroom which creaked quietly.
This room was even simpler. One big bed, two nightstands on both sides of it and one more wood door, probably for a bathroom or closet. At one of them though there was a frame. As Kit took it in his arms he saw it was a black and white photograph. In the middle Kit recognized Catarina Loss - she was smiling quietly with crossed on her chest arms. On the right was a tall guy with cat eyes and a big smile, maybe a little drunk.
Kit decided the man on the left was Ragnor - he couldn't imagine a guy like the other one would live in place like this. Maybe-Ragnor looked grumpy and annoyed but Kit could see in his sparkling eyes that he was happy. He probably loved his friends but would never admit it.
On the right corner with a thick pen was written 'Peru,1890'.
“Did you find something?”
Kit looked a little startled at Ty. He almost forgot they were here to investigate. Almost.
“Something,” Kit repeated. He handed the frame to Ty and watched as his grey eyes were running through the photo.
“Peru, 1890,” he said thoughtfully. “This photography is from more than 40 years ago.”
“It's the only personal piece here. Probably in the whole flat, except the Spanish books.”
“You have a point,” Ty agreed. “But this is not his-”
A sharp sound interrupted him. It was the front door. Someone was trying to break it.
Kit breath stopped. Before he could do anything Ty grabbed his arm, opened the wood door and dragged them both inside.
Ty closed the door to the narrow dark room. Kit couldn't see anything. The only material thing was Ty's body against him. A moment later they heard how the stranger broke the lock and their steps as they came inside.
To be continued...
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