#speechless??? don’t worry sun has a solution to that!

[sun-e-chips]

You two should kiss already

Pt 2

#rout: you picked the daycare attendant #stage one denial #speechless??? don’t worry sun has a solution to that! #you can absolutely platonically smooch a bot #don’t worry haha #-snap- #sb daycare attendant #sb sundrop #sb sun #help wanted 2 #crunch art #just be thankful you didn’t decide to play in the dark #now what #dca fandom

[abiiors]

long drive 🧁 // matty healy x reader

promptober '23 - day 4

a/n: seriously, there's less cheese in a quattro formaggi pizza. if you're an og, there's an easter egg in there for you 🤭 cw: none, just fluff wc: 1k

five hours. that’s how long it’s been since matty has seen her smile. five hours that she’s gone without laughing at his jokes or giggling at memes on her phone or even smiling when someone complimented her on her dress. 

he doesn’t know what went wrong. she was fine when they woke up, happy and smiling when she got dressed for the day, excited to spend time with him in the studio. all they did was stop at their usual cafe for some coffee and donuts. and she has been moody ever since. 

and yes he’s worried. especially when he sees her stroking her rounded stomach and frowning. 

“darling,” matty approaches her cautiously. “something wrong? you look a bit upset.” he waits for a response. something, anything. but all he gets is a moody shrug. 

“do you feel sick? just moody? i–i know being pregnant isn’t easy but—”

“it’s nothing, matty,” she sighs deeply and goes back to her laptop doing whatever she was doing before. the frown doesn’t budge and so matty isn’t satisfied. 

“it’s not nothing,” he smooths a hand down her stomach, feeling tiny flutters of the baby’s movements. “you were fine this morning. you were fine till we stopped for coffee… i–have i said something? done something wrong?” 

he’s sure his frown matches hers now. the guilt creeps in at the thought of having said something that might have upset her. to his horror, her bottom lip starts wobbling. 

“no… no you haven’t,” she reassures quickly, voice thick with tears. “it’s stupid. it’s fine, i’ll get over it.”

“it’s not stupid.” matty moves closer, wiping some of the fallen tears away with his thumb. “come on. tell me what’s wrong.”

she sniffles again and shuts her laptop, setting it aside. matty watches her closely for any signs of discomfort or pain. for anything that might give him a clue.

“you know leah?” she asks unsurely.

“our barista?”

“mm-hmm,” she nods quickly. “well, she makes these amazing pumpkin cakes when autumn starts, and well… i have really been craving one all morning. since last night really…” 

she pauses to take a shaky breath, hiccuping slightly. matty is even more confused than before. 

“i was going to get a slice when we stopped for coffee. we haven’t been there in so long, i thought i’d say hi too…” 

matty nods patiently, letting her work through the story and get to the root of the problem. 

“leah’s moved away,” she sniffles. “they don’t make those pumpkin cakes anymore.”

for a moment he’s speechless, simply trying to process it and her eyes widen. 

“you think it’s stupid!” she wails, “it’s hormones, i can’t control them—”

“hey, hey, hey, no!” he scrambles to get closer to her, to wipe away more tears that threaten to spill. his mind works faster than it ever has trying to come with some solution to this problem, even if it’s stupid. 

“did they tell you where she went?”

she nods again, lip trembling once more and matty’s stomach sinks. please don’t let it be out of the country, he chants mentally over and over again, desperate for an answer. 

“i looked it up,” she sniffles, pointing to the laptop, “it’s an hour and a half away.”

to her, that’s an outrageous distance to travel for one slice of cake, to him it’s a fucking blessing. 

“i am the pregnant one,” she laughs through the tears just as they’re setting off fifteen minutes later. “i should be the one with insane ideas, not you!”

matty tuts in the driver’s seat, more focused on reversing the car safely (and yeah, okay, also doing the arm behind the seat thing that she loves so much). it’s only when he sees her smile that his heart stops hammering in his chest. once they’re safely on the road, his hand drifts to her stomach, rubbing lightly. 

“it’s my baby too,” he chastises playfully, “i get to spoil her however i want.”

next to him she shrugs. the movement makes the sun catch in her hair, reflecting the gorgeous hues. his heart thuds in his chest for an entirely different reason now—because he can’t stop stealing glances at her even when he’s busy driving. can’t stop looking at the way the reds and oranges outside compliment her outfit so well or how the october sun makes her eyes shine. 

as soon as they reach the new cafe, she’s out the door and running towards the entrance before he’s even found a parking spot. matty laughs to himself, shaking his head fondly. it takes him another minute but he follows her inside just in time to watch leah cooing over his wife’s belly. matty walks up to them, placing a hand on the small of her back and greets the barista with a nod. 

“we,” he gestures towards the wife and the bump, “missed your pumpkin cakes tremendously.” then he moves away giggling when she tries to smack him. “seriously,” he stage whispers, “it was dire, leah, there were tears.”

leah laughs shaking her head. “the fact that you drove almost two hours…”

she moves behind the counter again, finally taking out a slice and setting it on a plate. matty swears he can hear her gasp next to him. 

he looks at her again when he feels a tug on his jacket, about to panic when he sees her lip wobble slightly but she gives him a watery smile. 

“you’re the best,” she stands on her toes, pressing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “thank you.”

he melts into her then, letting her give him a proper kiss that tastes just as sweet as the pumpkin cakes they’re about to have. and she indulges him, all the way until leah appears in front of them, two plates in hand. and matty is promptly forgotten in favour of the cake. 

he doesn’t mind though, he knows the two hours are nothing. for her, he’d probably go to the ends of the earth.

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[thewrittingworldofeva]

"Gods or God, does it matter?" PART 16

Base of the story :

“York is envied by the vikings and during the battle Ivar see a Saxon girl fight with one of his warriors. The protagonist has a brother with the same desease as Ivar.”

Ligeia stays in bed for three days. And during this day, Ulla asks Tida for help, taking care of the domestic chores of Ligeia. Tida asked little about Ligeia's condition, and Ulla was grateful for it. Ivar notices the two ladies come and go, and no sign of Ligeia, not even in the blacksmith shop. On the fourth day, there were some festivities. Ligeia, feeling a lot better thanks to Ingebord medicine, wanted to go enjoy some time with her sibling and eat something other than plants. Ingebord and Ulla weren't really sure about it, she was tired and still weak. So, Ingebord had a solution for her. “If I let you go to the festivities tonight, you stay in bed all day until then?” She proposed her hands on her hips. Ligeia smiles, happy to go out. “I can do that!” She answers with joy. “Great! And if you feel bad or anything you come back here, understand?” The old woman pointed at her with her finger. “Loud and clear!” Stated Ligeia. “Ulla will be there, so you don't need to worry.” She said looking at her friend sitting next to her.

The night has come, Ulla helped her get dressed. And for the first time, she will wear a dress. Ingebord made her a dress with a lot of underskirts, in case she bleeds. And warm one for the cold temperature. The dress was not tight and she feels comfortable in it. Her skin tone is pale because of the lack of sun, sleep, and food in her system. Ingebord gives Ulla, a small grant, with medicine for the pain. “I got something for you.” Announced Ulla, excited to give the present she got for her. She takes something wrapped in tissue and holds it to her. “You didn’t have to, you should keep your money for you.” Said Ligeia shyly. “Don’t worry, the person owes me a favor. Now open it!” She said enthusiastically. Ligeia opens her gift, and her mouth opened. With the tip of her finger, she touches the delicately worked wood. It was a stunning cane, sculpted in a block of black wood, and the handle was a wolf head. “I choose a wolf because of your mother’s family name, so I thought that was a good idea.” Explain Ulla scared of her reaction. Ligeia raises her head and looked at her, her eyes shining. “This is perfect Ulla. I am speechless, this is the most beautiful gift that I ever had! Thank you so much.” She stands and hugs her tightly. “We should go.” Declared Ulla, offering her arm to Ligeia. She takes the cane in her right hand and links her left arm with Ulla’s. “Let’s go!”.

The sound of the door opening gets Ivar’s attention. He looked up and find, Ligeia with a woman he don’t know. It’s been a couple days since he didn’t see her and he starts to worry about her. Seeing that his brother doesn’t listen to him, Hvitserk looks in the same direction. Astrid happy to see her friend, she stands up and runs to her, and crashes into her. Ligeia groans in pain, but she was happy to see her and hug her back. Astrid worried about her reaction step back. “Are you okay? We didn’t see you for days.” The dark hair woman asks. “I feel better, but I have to be careful and not make a lot of effort.” Explain Ligeia without giving the details. “I’m glad you are here tonight! I hope you will be recovered soon.”

Astrid guides them to their seats and goes back to her seat. Her brother and sister on her left, Ulla on her right, and an unknown woman in front of her. Apollo happy to see her grabs her hand and kiss the top of her hand. “I am happy to see you, I missed you.” She offers him a tender smile. “I am happy to see you too, I missed both of you so much. I am sorry that I have to let you alone.” Apollo looks at her sister’s face with attention. She was tired and in pain. “That’s okay, I don’t know what you have because you don’t want to tell me, but I know that you are in pain sometimes and you need help. You need to be taken care of. I just want you to be well.” She caresses his cheek and kisses it and hugs him.

The evening goes pretty good, there is music, people laughing, dancing, drinking, talking loud. That was nice to see people live, enjoy the moment. Later in the night pain comes back, but she tries to hide it. “You, Christian!” Said the woman in front of her. She seems intoxicated, but lucid. Ligeia raises her eyebrows not sure if she was talking to her. “Yeah, you! Aren’t you married?” She asks bluntly, making the room goes silent. “No, I am not.” She answered blankly. “I thought that Christians were supposed to marry and have children!” She said loudly, laughing. Ivar was listening and observing the Saxon behavior. Ligeia lowers her head and her hands turned into fists under the table. “I can’t have kids.” She murmured. The woman in front of her frown not sure of what she said. “What did you say?” She asks. Ligeia looks up and looked at her right in the eyes. “I can’t have kids.” Snapped Ligeia. The woman froze uneasily. Nobody dares to move. Apollo was shocked by the news, he wasn’t expecting that.

“I will never have kids, so I will never get married. Because it isn’t what women are supposed to do? Getting married and having kids? It’s what society asks us. Obviously, it seems that marriage and parenting, are not part of my fate.” She helps herself to stand up by pushing with her hands on the table and when she looks on the bench, she saw blood. She froze, feeling of getting punched in her lower belly, eyes getting watery. Ulla who has stood up in the same takes a glance at what she is looking at. Realizing she takes her shawl off her shoulder and hides the red spot on her dress. “It’s okay, let’s go home.” Said Ulla softly trying to get her attention away from the blood. Ligeia simply nods not here mentally. Ulla gives her, her cane and guides her to the exit covering the back of her dress.

Ivar watches them leave. He can’t believe what he just heard. So he stands up and takes the same way as the two women. Arriving at Ingebord's house, Ligeia burst into tears. “I will never have kids!” She cries breaking the healer and the slave's heart. Ligeia keeps repeating the sentence like a litany. She has never taken to the time to proceed with the information since she finds out. Ingebord approaches her and grabs her by the arms and prompts her to stand up. Ligeia lets herself guide. Ulla helps her take her clothes off and stays only in her undergarment. Ligeia goes to the rest restroom in the backyard, before cleaning her; then she puts her to bed.

A knock on the door makes the ladies freeze and looked at each other in nervousness. With a movement of the head, Ingebord signals Ulla to go see who is it. Ulla grabs the handle and opens slightly the door, just to let the side of her face be visible. Her eyes got big. “It’s Prince Ivar.” She said looking at the two women. “Open the door.” He ordered. Ulla hesitates, Ligeia nods her head. She opened the door and Ivar walks in. Ligeia was sweating and the pain as comes back, making her wince. “What is happening to her?” He asks observing Ligeia, who prefers to look away. “You know what is happening to me.” She said in a breathy tone. “You said that you can’t have children.”

Ligeia sniffs with anger in her eyes. “I am getting infertile every time I got my cycle, happy?” He didn’t say anything, feeling bad for her. “You see, you are not the only cripple here. So now that you have fed your curiosity, please get out.” He doesn’t argue and leaves the little house. Ready to go to bed, he lays in his bed, staring at the ceiling. She can’t have children. He can’t have children.

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#vikings #ivar lothbrok #ivar the boneless #fanfiction

[deafeninggardenerpanda]

Construction of the tower was going smoothly. Neither King Dedede, nor the Waddle Dees tried to return to the castle. Instead, they set up tents around the base of the structure so they could stay through the nights. The tower rose in the sun, and rumors quickly spread all throughout Dream Land.

"It seems that King Dedede has started something strange again."

"He said he was building a tower. It's a tower for battle."

"It's so ugly. Let's stay away." 

The people didn't approach out of fear of getting involved, but one day, an unexpected guest passed through. Meta Knight. He came alone without his subordinates.

"Mmm? Isn't that Meta Knight?" King Dedede, who was supervising the construction site, looked back and raised his voice. Meta Knight looked up at the tower, only just completed up to the fifth floor.

"Are you alone? What did you come to do?" When King Dedede asked, Meta Knight replied with his eyes still locked onto the tower’s summit.

"I heard a rumor that you were building a tower for battle. I came to see what it looked like."

"Hmph, is that so? Then, take a closer look!" King Dedede proudly turned and gestured. "It's not just a tower. It's a decisive battle tower that decides the strongest warrior!"

" …………… " Meta Knight was silent, however, the sharp eyes behind his mask gradually began to shine. King Dedede continued to talk comfortably. 

"One night, a shooting star fell on this land." 

"A shooting star?" 

"Oh, a mysterious shooting star with incredible power. Thanks to that, huge peaches began to grow in the surrounding area, and the masks that were buried here ... " The King swallowed his words and cleared his throat. "Erk, ahem! Anyway, there was a special power in this place, so I decided to build a battle tower here. There will be lots of tough traps littered throughout that will plague the challengers! Only those who overcome the numerous trials can reach the top floor! What’s at the top? I am, of course! There will be a ferocious battle at the summit!"

"—I have a suggestion," Meta Knight said quietly while looking at King Dedede.

"What is it?"

"Can I also be added to the battle at the summit?"

"Eh?" King Dedede was surprised to hear that from him. "Well ... if you want to fight, don't worry. As a challenger, you'll start from the first floor, then, you'll challenge me on the top floor ... "

"I refuse." Meta Knight quickly swished his cape. "I also want to meet the challenger who makes it to the top."

"What ...? "

"I want to fight the strongest warrior," Meta Knight said flatly. King Dedede replied, dissatisfied.

"This is my tower. The final boss on the top floor will be decided by me!"

"I understood, I want to fight the challenger together—you and I, as two."

"Two people?"

"You must have expected—who will be the strongest challenger arriving at the tower’s summit?"

"Hmm ... " King Dedede frowned. "Kirby."

"Exactly," Meta Knight nodded, "Kirby will absolutely be the one to make it to the top. I want to be the one to fight him seriously."

"I'll be the one!" King Dedede raised his voice. "I want to be the one to fight Kirby! I need to win spectacularly and get even with the lil’ runt!"

"Neither you, nor I, have the intention of giving up the right to fight Kirby. The only solution is to fight him together."

"With two people?" The King shook his head indignantly. "Fighting two-on-one is what a coward does, I don't like it!"

"Who said it was two-on-one? I don't want such a fight."

"Huh ...? " 

"The game will be two-on-two. Let Kirby choose a partner."

"Choose a partner ...? " 

"Whether it’s Burning Leo or Knuckle Joe, he’ll head to the top with a strong partner."

" ... A serious match between two pairs ... I see, interesting." King Dedede nodded and grinned. "It's a good idea, Meta Knight! Then, it’s a challenge. I'll hit Kirby with a challenge letter. Waddle Dee, bring some paper and a pen!" Hearing King Dedede’s voice, Bandana Waddle Dee rushed in, also carrying bricks. With paper and pen in hand, King Dedede wrote the challenge letter at once.

"Kirby! I Invite you to ‘King Dedede's Strongest, Most Dangerous Tower!’ King Dedede and Meta Knight are waiting for you at the summit! Choose the strongest companion and come at once!" 

"No good," Meta Knight said quietly. King Dedede, who was attempting to put the challenge letter into an envelope, quickly froze. 

"What's wrong? It's the perfect challenge."

"The name of the tower is the problem. I think it'd be better to have a simpler name that describes the characteristics of the tower."

"Characteristics of the tower ...? What kind of name would be good?"

"That's right, because it's a tower that one fights with a partner ... How about the ‘Buddy Fighters Tower?’"

"Hmm." King Dedede folded his arms. He was a bit annoyed his name wasn't included, but the name Meta Knight suggested was unexpectedly cool. He didn’t want to admit it, but it was much better than "King Dedede's Strongest, Most Dangerous Tower." Therefore, King Dedede said, looking reluctant on purpose, "Well, it's not bad. I’m the owner of the tower, but I'll hear out your suggestion because I’ve got an open mind."

"Much obliged."

"Then ... " The King rewrote the challenge letter and handed it to Bandana Waddle Dee. "Deliver this to Kirby, be sure to get a reply."

"Yes, understood!" Waddle Dee securely re-tightened his bandana and began running, full speed.

Bandana Waddle Dee gradually began to grow tired as he ran through the woods. He never grew tired when he was working on building the tower, even without break.

"Hah ... hah ... I'm sweating ..... my legs ... it hurts ... " Finally, he couldn't run any longer. The leaves rustled as he sat down, and he could hear the peaceful sound of birdsong. After a long time, Bandana Waddle Dee felt calm. "Ahh ... Somehow, I feel sleepy ... " 

He thought as he closed his eyes. "How mysterious ... I wasn't tired at all when I was building the tower. Actually, I couldn't stay still because my body was coursing with so much energy ... " 

"Ora ora!" and "Get to it!" he had said. He turned red, remembering yelling those words he didn’t usually use.

"I was speaking so aggressively, even though I was in front of King Dedede ... ‘Move, I got it!’ What ... " Bandana Waddle Dee was speechless. "It's strange, somehow. Not only me, but everyone, even King Dedede, was acting more aggressive than usual. Why ...? " 

The thing that came to mind was the shooting star—the power of the shooting star that produced an abundance of large peaches on the trees in the forest.

"Was it the influence of the shooting star that made me feel so aggressive? Maybe that shooting star poured too much energy into the surroundings ... "

That may have been the reason King Dedede and Waddle Dee had become unprecedentedly violent and combative. And, the masks excavated from the place where the shooting star fell were worrying. Those masks were strangely eerie, in a way ... 

"The shooting star ... those masks ... Somehow, I have a bad feeling ...! " Bandana Waddle Dee stood up. He was tired, but couldn't rest. "I have to call Kirby. Kirby will surely do something about this!" He started running again, breathlessly. 

Even though King Dedede built the battle tower, even though rumors had spread throughout Dream Land, Kirby probably still hadn’t heard of it.

Kirby today, like always, had lunch at Chef Kawasaki’s restaurant and was now taking a nap in the shade, in good spirits. Bandana Waddle Dee rushed over to him, happily sleeping and drooling.

"Kirby! Wake up, Kirby!" Kirby cracked open his eyes when Bandana Waddle Dee shook him. 

"Ah ... Waddle Dee ... Fried rice seconds ... and after, hamburger and donuts ... " 

"If you wake up!"

Kirby rubbed his eyes, yawned wide, and finally looked up at him.

"Hmm? Waddle Dee? Where? My fried rice ...? " 

"I’ll make you fried rice another time. Instead, listen to this story!" Bandana Waddle Dee presented the challenge letter from King Dedede.

"A letter? From King Dedede?" 

"It's a challenge, look here ... " He told Kirby about the shooting star falling in the forest, the parts scattering when King Dedede touched it. "Mysteriously, lots of huge, sweet peaches began to grow in the area. I'm sure the power of a shooting star ... " 

"Ehh!? Peaches!?" Kirby had been listening uninterestedly, but suddenly, his eyes began to shine. "Lots of huge, sweet peaches!? Really!? Really, Waddle Dee!?" 

"Uh, yeah. That’s why the Great King put the tower there ... " 

"Hooray! So he sent me an invitation! How kind of him!" Kirby jumped at Bandana Waddle Dee. 

"I-it’s not like that, Kirby. This isn’t an invitation, it's a challenge ... "

"You're going to have an all-you-can-eat peach party? Let's go fast, fast, Waddle Dee!" Kirby started running, pulling Waddle Dee along with him.

"It’s not like that!" Even when Bandana Waddle Dee screamed, Kirby didn’t hear at all.

"Well, okay ... Kirby is wrong, but he’ll know it’s not a party when he heads to the tower," Bandana Waddle Dee thought as he ran, being dragged along. "I'm sure he will return the Great King back to himself!"

The pair dashed and bounded through the forest at incredible speeds.

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[inkandpen22]

Shared Minds and Shared Souls (9/?)

Pairing: Spike x Female!Reader 

Warnings: swearing, mentions of smut, fluff, 

Word Count: 2k (exactly!)

Part Summary: Y/N and Spike are faced a very interesting dilemma that makes everyone wish they could have their memories wiped clean. Then, something unexpected happens... 

Masterlist

Spike leaps up from my bed and towers over the side frantically. “Y/N? Y/N, what’s wrong?!”

I pant, feeling like I’m floating on a cloud as I stare up at the pretty blue and white smoke clouds above me. “Nothing! I feel great!”

“You’re bloody glowing!” Spike rushes out.

I glance down at my naked body on the bed. Oh look at that, I am! I’m basically a glowing smurf!

I giggle, glancing over at Spike. “Like a night light!”

“Okay, we’re going to get you dressed! Then, we’re going to ask Red and Pixie why in the fucking hell you look like the sun baby from Teletubbies!” He instructs, losing his shit for some reason.

I grab Spike’s wrist to stop him. “Let’s do it again!”

”You’re! Bloody! Glowing!” He emphasizes each word.

I sit up up my knees and drape my arms over his shoulders. “Aw come on, Baby,” I pout. “You know you want to do it again. I know you felt it too, that glorious release like every cell of your being ascended into another world.” I plant a series of kisses down his neck and across his collarbone. “If you were a warlock you’d look like a damn glow stick, am I wrong?”

He appears crossed, contemplating his option thoroughly. “Fine! Ten minutes! Then, we’re getting this sorted!”

Hungrily- as if doing it again was his idea- Spike smashes his lips to mine. God, it was only fifteen minutes tops we weren’t physically connected and it was far too long. I can’t get enough of it.

_______________________________________________

As promised, I complied and followed Spike downstairs. Gathered in the living room, I feel as though I’m on display. The last half hour... well... they’ve been interesting. I’m no longer glow so that’s good! The glowing faded once my heart rate subsided, but the need for Spike hasn’t gone anyway. When he moves, I move, and vice-versa. We can’t be more than an arm’s reach away from one another. It’s as though I can read his mind, I can tell just by looking at him what he’s thinking.

As Spike speaks up in the conversation, I listen back in.

“Let me check that I’m hearing you right Watcher, so when Y/N and I shagged, I made her finish so hard that she physically left her body,” he pieces together.

Everyone groans in disgust. I swat him on the arm, causing him to whine.

“Spike!” Buffy snaps warningly.

“Jesus,” Xander curses under his breath.

“I’m not answering that,” Giles refuses, pinching the bridge of his nose. “But sadly, in a way, yes,” he mumbles reluctantly.

Spike gives my thigh a squeeze, peering over at me with a cheeky grin. “Well, that fascinating ain’t it.”

“I’m not complaining,” I giggle quietly to him.

“If I remember correctly you were begging for it,” Spike whispers in my ear.

“Y/N!” A voice calls, but I’m too enthralled by the vampy next to me.

“Want to stay at the crypt tonight?” Spike offers in a purr.

I nod, my eyes falling to his lips needfully. He notices and leans in to satisfy me.

“Y/N!” Giles so rudely interrupts.

“What?!” My head snaps in the direction of the Watcher and he flinches, rightfully afraid.

Spike drapes his arm over my shoulders, bringing me into his side protectively. “Calm down, Love. Wouldn’t want to explode on accident,” he eases me gently.

I rub my hand up and down his leg comfortingly as I narrow my gaze at the older man across the room.

“You sought too much!” Giles explains harshly. “You consumed too much power, especially for your recovery state! When you let go at that depth inside someone else’s mind, you basically become sired to them!” The man removes his glasses to clean them anxiously.

“Oh my God,” I pout, pretending to care in the slightest.

“Is that such a bad thing?” Spike grins at the Scoobies unapologetically.

I address my pretty man, placing my hand against his chest. “Not at all, Baby.” I plant a sweet kiss to his lips.

“But Y/N is human,” Buffy points out correctly. “How could she be sired?”

“It’s not really a siring,” Giles struggles to articulate. “It’s honestly a piece of Y/N’s is existing in Spike and vice-versa. They basically blended their entities, becoming one in two bodies.”

“Is that why they’re so clingy?” Xander inquires, cowering in disgust.

“Yes,” Giles puts simply.

“Oh thank God,” Xander and Buffy say in unison.

Spike places a peck to my neck and mutters against my skin. “Would you like to stay at my place tonight? We can go all night long, Love,” he smiles against my neck.

I hum, “you know I do.”

“Okay, that’s it! We have to keep them apart,” Buffy snaps.

“What?!” Spike and I both break free of our hormonal daze.

“Spike can stay at Xander’s,” Buffy declares.

“Over my dead body,” Xander declares.

“That can be arranged,” I remark, not taking the scaredy-cat’s threat seriously.

Spike snickers, biting down on his lip to suppress the reaction.

“I’m not going anywhere without Spike!” I argue.

Spike tucks his fingers beneath my chin and directs my face to look at him. “Don’t worry, My Love, I won’t let them do that to us.”

Buffy appears in front of us, sitting on the coffee table directly across from me. “Y/N, what you feel for Spike isn’t real! I’ve been under a love spell with Spike before too, I get it! You have to believe me when I say that you don’t really feel this way!”

“But it is real Buffy!” I tell my cousin wholeheartedly.

“No Y/N!” She barks protectively. “You were vulnerable, Spike took advantage of you, and now you’re both stuck in some shared-soul-lovely-dovey mind trap! You would never kiss Spike intentionally and you certainly wouldn’t sleep with him!”

“Oh but she did,” Spike informs her calmly.

Buffy directs her attention at the man beside me. He simply narrows his eyes at her with a proud smirk.

“What do you mean?” She switches her sight between us nervously.

Spike leans forward, resting his arms on his knees. “Y/N and I felt it the day we met. She accidentally got in my head when we were fighting, we kissed, and ever since then we’ve tried to deny it but we’re drawn to each other. So there!” He adds as a final dig.

“This connection may be deeper than I originally predicted then,” Giles interjects. “If Y/N has truly been in Spike’s head repeatedly and has grown affections for him as a result, then this may be harder to reverse. Buffy was right, we need to separate them until we figure out a solution.”

“No!” Spike and I shout in unison.

“Willow, Tara, what we talked about!” Buffy shouts, returning to her safe place beside Giles.

The duo steps forward, reaching into their pockets. Spike grips my knee protectively. Defensively, I sit up, ready to take on any sort of spell they send our way. An immense sense of protection towards Spike overwhelms me. A charge and burst of energy ignite deep inside. My hands start to shake as my body begins to feel jittery.

I start to panic, I’ve never felt this way before! I don’t recognize this kind of energy. I snap my eyes up from my hands to Buffy, full of fear. Her face falls once she sees my reaction, comprehending that I have no control.

My pulse quickens and an all too familiar jolt knocks me back onto the couch. My eyes fall shut as I wince at the sudden surge, a raging headache consumes my mind.

“Y/N!” Spike grips my wrists, unafraid to touch me now.

My eyes snap open, all I see is the bright white light with blue edges. I hear everyone’s voices and see them, but it’s like they’re behind a blue vail.

“Uh, what’s happening?” Xander steps in front of Anya and backs away. “Willow!”

“I’m not sure! She must have the transferred energy still inside her and we triggered it somehow!” Willow yells, creeping back with Tara close beside her.

“She doesn’t know what she’s doing!” Tara adds.

I rise to my feet and peer down at my hands. Waves of electricity travel between my fingers, how pretty. I giggle, this could be fun. I might ride this pretty blue wave for a while.

Spike appears in front of me and grips my shoulders, lowering himself to my height. “Y/N! Y/N, look at me! This isn’t you!”

“You’re right,” I chuckle wickedly. “I’m ten times better now!”

“Spike, we have to restrain her somehow!” Buffy yells.

“No!” He barks at her over his shoulder. “Stay out of this Buffy!”

I snicker, amused by Spike finally telling off Buffy. Aw no, did the Slayer get put down?

Spike turns his attention back to me, but my focus remains on the group behind him.

“Y/N! Y/N, Baby, listen to me! You don’t use dark magic remember?!”

I scan the faces of each of the Scoobies. I dare one of them to tear me away from Spike. They don’t understand what we have! So what if I am practically sired to him? I don’t care if a part of my soul is trapped in him and the other way around!

Spike cups my face aggressively and makes me meet his gaze. His cornflower-blue eyes plead with me. I can’t deny my focus once I see them. They hypnotize me.

“You don’t believe magic should be used to cause harm!” Spike urgently tries to remind me.

I nod, processing his words. “You’re right.”

I wave my hand across the room with a flick of my wrist. Everyone falls to the floor with a thud except for me and Spike.

I peek over Spike’s shoulder with a grin. Well, that was easy! Watching all of them laying there in a pile is so sweet.

Spike frowns at my reaction and turns over his shoulder to see what I’ve done. I step beside him as he takes in the scene before us.

“What... what did you do?” He mutters, sounding nearly speechless.

“Don’t worry, they’re just fast asleep,” I shrug nonchalantly.

They’ll wake up... eventually. I’m still kind of getting used to all of this energy inside me so I’m not sure of the longevity of my spells.

“This isn’t you,” Spike repeats as he stares at the clump of Scoobies. “I’m not talking to Y/N. I’m talking to the magic that’s lingering inside her.”

Honestly, he’s starting to sound like a nag. Blah, blah, blah, words, words, word, goodness! Why is everyone cramping my new style?!

“Same difference,” I inform him a matter-of-factly. Holding up my two palms, I demonstrate. “Y/N is magic, magic is Y/N.”

Spike shakes his head, “Y/N, the real Y/N, would never do this. She believes in healing, protective, and elemental magic. This... this is manipulation and destruction.”

Ignoring his preaching, I hold out my hand. “Take my hand.”

He peers over at me, an unfamiliar expression etched on his features. It’s almost worrying, maybe even fearful.

“Why?” He asks simply.

My brows scrunch together in confusion. His reaction isn’t what I was expecting. He’s supposed to be the big-bad, right? Why is he acting apologetic and hero-like all of sudden?

I reach up and caress his cheek gently, no longer hesitant to touch him. After all, we’re already dividing our souls. There’s nothing more to give.

“I’m taking us somewhere safe,” I assure him. “Just you and me.”

His eyes remain almost guilt-ridden as he glances over at Buffy and her friends. This isn’t the Spike I know. The Spike I’m falling in love with. Nevertheless, he slips his hand into mine and gives it a comforting squeeze. His eyes pour into mine.

“I’ll go with you, but only to get the real Y/N back,” he states warningly. “I’m never letting you out of my sight until I do.”

I snicker wickedly, “looking forward to it.”

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#spike x reader #spike x buffy #spuffy #spikexreader #spike fanfic #spike #buffy summers #buffy s 5 #buffy s5 #buffy #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagine

[thecardsimagine]

"gods don't interactwith humans, don't you know why they stay away and keep distance? Love makes gods mortal" not in the prompt list, but can you do this with Nadia? - ty

That’s an interesting one anon! Inspired me for some Priestess!Nadia, though I needed to make some minor changes to make it fit, hope you don’t mind! :D Thanks for requesting ^-^

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“H-Hello?” you called out, looking around the big hall, full of pillars and floor-length windows, coating it in the light of the afternoon sun. “Hello? Is there anyone to speak to? Please, it’s important!”

You marched on, trying not to get fascinated by all the marvelous architecture and fancy decor. Statues of old priestesses watched over the carpet rolled out to those approaching the temple’s altar, and they made you nervous with their wrinkled faces and stern looks. Vesuvia had never been a humble city, always full of beautiful flower arrangements and pretty streets, but this was on another level of beauty entirely.

It made you feel the weight of only being a regular citizen.

For you to even walk this path, allowed to meet one of the priestesses, was a blessing alone. You couldn’t ask for more, especially when you came with no offerings to make and just because you had a sorrow to deplore onto the faithful ladies of the temple.

“I am here,” you heard someone call out as you passed the last pillar before the throne. Head turning to the side, you were blinded by the sun shining through the stained glass. But through squinted eyes, you were able to see the form of another human being, setting down what seemed to be a watering can before she approached.

It wasn’t until she stood right in front of you, that you could make out her features, staring into the most beautiful pair of eyes you had ever seen. Her hair was incredibly flowy as it slipped over her shoulders, framing her face in graceful waves of it. You were caught speechless as she mustered a tiny smile, reaching around you to tenderly lead you towards the altar. “This way, please.”

From below, it was hard to see the many pillows surrounding the stone table, but they got clearer now that she brought you there. A soft push on your shoulder and you sat down, being handed a cup of tea that she drew from a pot. It was still steaming, and judging by the book on the table next to the cup and pot, she must have had prepared it for herself minutes ago.

“Thank you...” you mumbled, slowly unfreezing from the stunned state of mind you had been in. “I’m Nadia,” she introduced herself as she took place across from you, her movement more graceful than you had ever seen anyone behave. “I’m the head priestess. How can I help you...?”

“Oh!” you finally managed to snap out of the trance, embarrassed that you had been more than quiet after making such a ruckus, causing a lot of trouble for the woman in front of you. “I’m [Name], forgive me for bursting in here so late without notice, Ma’am.”

Waving her hand she threw in a calm, “Nevermind that, what is troubling you?” while also pointing to the tea in your hand. Thankful for the moment of peace it would give you, you took a sip, letting the flowery aroma of roses and vanilla spread through your body, making you sigh deeply as you set the cup down again.

“It’s my aunt... I am very worried. She hasn’t been able to eat or drink for days, always coughing with a hight fever. No doctor has a solution for it. I was hoping to find some, well, divine help?”

She chuckled at the brief hesitation in your voice, well aware that many people would frown upon such an act, as they didn’t see any purpose in it. “Very well,” she agreed, holding out her hands. You stumbled a bit over what to do before you realized she expected for you to hold out your hands in return, setting the cup down on the ground quickly to carefully put your hands in hers.

When she took a deep breath, softly squeezing the hands in hers, you noticed how soft hers were, completely different from the calloused and rough ones you were used to. It calmed you to feel the warmth shared between your palms, and you followed her example, taking a deep breath. It was a while that you two remained in silence, but you didn’t want to break it until she closed her eyes and instructed you.

“Try to form your wish in a way that the gods will be able to pick up on it easily. You don’t have to say it out loud, they’ll be heard no matter what, but you may if you’d prefer that.”

You nodded, gripping her hands back as you closed your eyes too. Perhaps she was just there as an emotional support, or maybe she was the transmitting force between you and the gods she were talking about, but if you had a chance on helping, you wanted to make sure you’d be heard.

“Please let my aunt get better. I don’t want to lose her too... she is all I have left,” you said firmly before biting your lip, feeling awkward about admitting something so personal in front of the priestess. When you caught a glimpse through your eyelashes, you saw her simply nodding, her eyes closed and expression serious. She was mouthing words that you couldn’t make out, but you decided to let her do her thing, returning to a quiet, mediative state while she worked, thinking that was the best you could do.

Only when her thumb brushed over the back of your hand did you come back from it, being greeted by a soft smile and warm gleam in her eyes. “Will it work?” you asked her in a whisper, almost ashamed to even bring up any doubts. “Only time can tell. Everything the gods do has a reason. Whether they can help your aunt or not depends on the greater plan.”

“Sorry...” you mumbled, nodding understandingly. “It’s just so hard to believe in gods when you can’t even see them. All you can do is hope they are there and listening. The signs that they are there are unrecognizable...”

If you had spoken out of your place, she didn’t mind it, shaking her head softly, her hands still holding yours reassuringly. "Gods don't interact with humans, don't you know why they stay away and keep their distance? If they tend too much to all our little needs, their holiness will vanish. Love makes gods mortal, especially the one for us human.”

“I see,” you acknowledged her words, slowly retracting your hands and placing them in your lap. “I just wish we had a way of knowing.”

When you got up, she followed you right away, leading you down the stairs again and even walking you back to the entrance. “That’s why we priestesses are here, to make them known,” Nadia explained and you hummed in thought. Before you could leave, her hand tapped your shoulder, making you face her again. “I am afraid my guidance is all I can offer, but you are always welcome to return. I sincerely hope your aunt will feel better soon, try to believe in your actions, in what you are doing, for her and your sake.”

Nadia waved after you as you walked outside again, the door closing slowly behind you. You were still skeptical about the existence of the gods, but you were lying if you said you didn’t feel a little better, having been able to get your mind off in meditation and by listening to Nadia’s words.

When your aunt finally did recover, you still had a hard time believing in the gods you had prayed to that day, but you bought flowers before going back to the temple, hoping that would thank them for their help. Even more so, you hoped that Nadia, who you met for the first time as she was watering the flowers by the windows, would like them.

There were feelings you wanted to tell someone, though this time, quietly, but maybe Nadia had been right about the reasons behind everything. Without your aunt's sickness, you’d never have approached a temple for help after all, and you would have never met her. And your blessings only grew as you walked inside the temple again, finding her at the altar, smiling at you.

#Nadia #Nadia Satrinava #The Arcana #The Arcana game #The Arcana Imagines #The Arcana Headcanons #The Arcana Scenarios #The Arcana fanfictions #Nadia The Arcana #The Arcana Nadia #Countess Nadia #Anonymous

[chaoticsoulsword]

In the first Jim shooter’s Secret Wars, Doom absorbs the power of the Beyonder and becomes a god, but he’s constantly worried that he might  accidently destroy reality during his sleep due to his subconscious. For this reason, he trusts Klaw to wake him up in case it happens. On the other hand, Klaw/Beyonder is trying to deceive Victor into bringing the heroes back to life. His only ally, thus, betrays his trust.

In Hickman’s Secret Wars, though, Doom doesn’t show this concern anymore. But what if he’s still worried about sleeping? He doesn’t hold the power of only one beyonder but all of them. Yet, rulling a world is tiresome and he desires to rest, even though he can’t, not with such a power.

Now, hear me out. There is a little solution to this matter. He could get rid of his powers for just a couple of hours while he sleeps. Become human again, capable of dreaming. And where would this power go, you may ask? Well, probably someone Victor trusts could bear it while he’s resting. Bah, that’s a fool’s idea! Victor trusts no one. Victor shows vulnerability to no one! No one except his Sheriff Stephen Strange.

At first, it feels off. Victor can’t relax. Thoughts of betrayal drown him in a sea of doubts. However, when the time comes and Johnny’s sun rises again, Stephen returns the power to Victor, as they previously agreed.

Victor casts suspicion on Stephen, trying to find subtle changes in his Battleworld. He doesn’t find any. Perhaps because Stephen is too smart to dare betraying my trust in the very first day, he thinks.

As the days pass by, Victor still distrusts Stephen, checking Battleworld every morning by searching small changes. He doesn’t think Stephen will steal his powers anymore. He’s just worried that the Sheriff will find a way to rule their... his world better than he could have ever conceived. Victor can’t allow that.

Paranoia grows as months go by and Stephen doesn’t do anything with the power of the Beyonder while Victor sleeps. He’s tired. He cannot rest properly, even though he’s allowed to. He must know what Stephen is truly planning. He must know.

“I believe the daily report is only due in the afternoon, Victor,” Stephen raises an eyebrow in awe for being summoned to a private conference with the God Emperor so early in the morning.

“I will no longer give my powers to you as the night approaches,” he says in a low, emotionless tone, sitting on his throne made of the World-Tree.

“Oh? Is there any particular reason for such a decision?”

“None.”

“Thank the Vishanti,” Stephen yearns, relaxing his shoulders and his posture. “Honestly, at first I was fine with our agreement. But as the weeks passed by, I grew wearier and wearier. I haven’t had a proper night of sleep in months. After all, I too couldn’t rest with such power in my hands. It’s overwhelming. I do not regret forfeiting it. At all.”

“You... do not crave the power of the Beyonders?”

“I definitely don’t.”

“Then why have you agreed to bear it in the first place?”

“So you could dream again, Victor.”

The God Emperor has the multiverse in his hands and, yet, he’s not capable of finding words to reply. He had forgotten what it feels like to be speechless.

“Am I dismissed now? There’s a disturbance near the Wall and I must attend to the Thor Corps’ call.”

“Y-Yes. You’re dismissed.”

“My Liege,” Stephen bows and leaves the room.

God Emperor Doom does not regret his decision. He will sleep no more. But, as long as the Sheriff remains at his side, he will definitely daydream.

#hello i wrote a thing #doomstrange #doctor doom #victor von doom #doctor strange #stephen strange #secret wars #headcanon #ficlet

[laowai-on-a-bike]

Yinzu, Yinzu, Yinzu… these words echoed endlessly in my head. It all started when I was back from Jiu Gong Mountain, on the highway with my friend Freddy. I was impressed to admire such beautiful landscapes so close to Wuhan. It's weird that we are always drawn to faraway destinations, like Yunnnan, Guizhou or Sichuan provinces but ultimately, there are already plenty of places to explore near our home.

Besides, I will be moving to Guangzhou soon so I might as well explore the area before leaving. And then, starting a bike tour directly from home without the hassle of bringing your bike to a distant destination by train or bus or by mail is really much more convenient. Well, I'm already digressing...

At one point on the highway, then, an exit sign appeared with the name "Yinzu" written on it. I didn't know why, but I was immediately drawn to the name, maybe because it sounds good, I don't know. And then the obsession started: "I'll go by bike to Yinzu". I didn't even know what Yinzu was: a village? A town? Regardless, it seemed like a good pretext for an adventure.

Then Freddy, who speaks Chinese much better than me, managed to find the name in Chinese character. Yinzu was there, on my Baidu Map app (equivalent to Google Map in China), 90 kilometers away from Wuhan.  Ideas for routes were starting to take shape in my head for some time.

In the middle of June, I was having a three days weekend for the Dragon Boat Festival so I said to myself: "Yinzu, I'm coming"!

One day before leaving, I checked the weather forecast: they announced rain for 3 days and a very hot weather (33-35 degrees) ... Ouch ... But, if we are still waiting for the right moment to leave, we will never go on a tour right? “It's raining”, “it's too hot”, “it’s too humid”: these are no excuses! Especially in the Wuhan region, where there are only two seasons (very hot and humid or cold):  that doesn't leave many opportunities to ride if we wait for the perfect weather. So I decided to leave, raining or not.

The last time I rode my bike in bad weather, I wasn't prepared. I ended up with plastic bags around my shoes and a soaked underwear. After this experience, I had searched the internet for the perfect solution to ride in the rain. Overshoes? Good brand raincoat? 10 yuan plastic poncho from street grocery stores? The solution finally came from my British friend Jack: "You must embrace the rain ! Just remove your shirt and ride in sandals"! He was not wrong: in fact, why bother ? Especially with temperatures around 35 degrees, you are dry in 5 minutes ... So I grabbed a 15 Yuan rain shorts (a kind of ugly short made by trash bag material) because I don't like having my underwear wet - yes I know, I'm a little princess -, Decathlon sandals, and for the t-shirt, well… I'm really not a fan of riding with a cycling jersey, so a punk band tee-shirt will have to do !

The day before departure, I loaded my two bike rack bags, I took food (oatmeal and dried fruits for breakfast, and some dehydrated dishes), some clothes, a raincoat which in the end I didn’t use, an Italian coffee maker (instant coffee, no thanks), repairing tools, then equipment for camping (tent, sleeping bag, mattress etc.). Sleeping in a hotel is for a looser, I am a real adventurer... well that's what I thought before leaving…

Sunday 8 am, departure. It didn't seem to be raining, so now was a good time to go. The first 50 km were on a big dusty expressway, I could feel that I was in the suburbs of Wuhan: here and there, construction sites, bridges and roads under construction. I hadn't done 30 km before my bike was already very dusty. No problem, it gives me a feeling of adventure.

The Expressways in China are widely used by trucks… not necessarily super fun to ride, but it allows you to get out of town quickly. Well, positive note, the roads are often very wide here and you really have room to ride. I was trying not to think about the trucks and enjoy my trip, much like when your buddy is snoring next to you, if you start to think about it too much, you will go crazy and it will be impossible to think of anything else. But everything went very well and I never felt unsafe on the road during the whole trip.

The advantage of going on a short 3-day test trip is I learned a lot.

First lesson of this trip: do not trust the weather forecast. The rain they predicted? I hardly saw it…  In fact, it was under a blazing sun that I had to ride the entire trip. They have an easy job, those weather broadcasting guys! Basically they write that there's a 50% chance that it will rain… not a big risk-taking on their part…

So finally, I rode in the blazing sun, and on an express way, there wasn't a single patch of shade. The sun hit hard! As I had already tanned well on my previous bike trips, I figured that I was not too prone to sunburn.

Second lesson: always wear sunscreen, even if you already had sunburns before! And above all, do not wait until you are sweating to put it on, otherwise, it makes a kind of mixture between sticky perspiration, sunscreen and dust...

Well, the sun didn't worry me more than that, at worst a sunburn. ... it was more in terms of hydration that I had to be careful. So I decided to tape bottles on the frame of the bike.  DIY spirit! I also had with me some rehydrating powder to add to the water, since you lose a lot of salt with perspiration.

Anyway, I rode like that for quite a long time, and on the way, I passed a little hand-built house where people were selling water. Seeing me sweating heavily, they invited me to sit on a stool placed in front of a fan. So it was true: when people see a cyclist arriving on a trip, moreover a foreigner coming out of nowhere, smiles and kindness appear.

We talked a bit about the usual topics: Where are you from? What is your job? Are you married? What are you doing here? Then, after a few minutes, the father invited me to eat. At first I politely refused, but eventually I gave in. It is heartwarming to see the hospitality of the people especially at this time, when many Chinese people are scared to see a foreigner, thinking he may have brought covid-19 from abroad. It’s a bit tiring sometimes to see people pinch their noses when they see me on the street, I have to admit. But not at all here. They apologized for only offering me vegetable dishes, no meat, but in fact I was more than happy to eat fresh vegetables from their garden. We chatted about everything and nothing during the meal and it was already time to leave. I would have liked to drink beers longer, but I hadn't come to get drunk. I had a trip planned: Yinzu was waiting for me.

I got back on this big road but after a few kilometers I started to wonder. I hadn't come to go for kilometers on a boring road while being shaken by trucks ... Hence my third lesson of this trip: prepare your route well. Basically there are different types of roads in China that start with a letter: the S and G are the expressways where there are a lot of trucks, little shade, but that has the advantage of going straight and faster. Perfect for traveling for kilometers quickly and out of cities. But the X and Y are much more interesting country roads. Even if it takes detours, it is a change of scenery guaranteed. After these three days of biking, I learned that you have to know the right balance: ride the expressways to go quickly and far, especially when the landscapes are uninteresting. And take the small roads to ride peacefully, to discover rural life and be amazed by the landscapes.

So I changed my route on the GPS. Good decision: I crossed my first rice fields and I was finally over the moon.

Gradually, the landscape started to be really amazing and the colors of the landscapes became greener and greener.

Further on, I began to see mountains in the distance. It was my destination, it was these landscapes that made me want to go to Yinzu !!! The trip was finally starting to make sense. I was as excited as a kid over his Christmas present and all my doubts melted away

I rode like this all afternoon, with a smile on my face, despite the scorching heat.

Gradually, I began to wonder about where to sleep. I am always on the lookout when I ride, looking to see if there is a possibility of wild camping.

Lesson number 4: the rice fields are beautiful in photos but not ideal for camping ... It is not always easy to find a flat and, moreover, hidden place to have a good quiet night's sleep. The rural countryside is incredibly dense with crops and cultivated fields, so it's really not that easy to find a spot to camp. The solution might be to ask people in the area. Well anyway, I was heading to Yinzu and I could decide there.

I arrive near a pagoda and a temple in the middle of nowhere, on the way. What is that ? I asked a passerby, she reply "nothing". I thought she must have been surprised to find herself face to face with a smelly foreigner on a bicycle and told herself that I don't speak Chinese. In fact she was right: the buildings were completely empty, probably a future hotel still under construction.

Finally, a Yinzu sign. I was approaching my goal, but what exactly? I didn't even know what Yinzu was ...

So finally, Yinzu, is a small town which consists of a big main street with its restaurants, its stores. Everyone is surprised to see me there and I have fun seeing children speechless when they meet my eyes: "What can this foreigner on a bicycle be doing here?" I was so excited to have arrived at my destination that I didn't even take a photo of the city. I would also have liked to take pictures of people, but I didn't dare to do it.

I had to make a decision. Get out of Yinzu and find a place to sleep in the wild - I was still quite exhausted from the day's travel and the sunburns - or go and try to check in at the only hotel in the area. I say "try" because not many Chinese know it, but in China, many hotels do not accept foreigners. It is not really out of racism. No one really knows the reason: some say that cheap hotels do not have the computer system to register foreigners, others think that China wants to show only beautiful things to foreign tourists and they must therefore go to beautiful 4 star hotels. Well, I'm not criticizing, it's like that here and I accept it but it's still frustrating to live 15 years in a country, to work there, to be married there and to be refused in a hotel because you're a foreigner…

It makes it hard to plan a bike trip if you're not even sure you can find a place to sleep.

Anyway, whoever tries nothing has nothing and finally, I walked to the hotel without really believing it. The owner who ran the establishment did not even ask a question. I told him that I am a foreigner (sometimes people think I am from Xinjiang Province) just in case. He asked me if I had a Chinese identity card, but I replied with a smile that I only have a passport, that I came from Wuhan by bicycle and that if he wants, I have a photo of my Chinese wife's ID card. But he was very nice and gives me the room card, chatted a bit and even offered me tea.

I went upstairs to take a well-deserved shower. I was really sticky ... I realized that the sun had scorched me today ...

Lesson number 5: apply sunscreen everywhere, including your feet!

I was still a little disappointed with myself. Watching videos of people cycling around the world and camping in nature every night, I told myself that going to sleep at a hotel is a bit cheating, isn't it? But after 5 minutes under the air conditioning, I told myself that it was not that bad in the end. I travel for myself, not for others, and after a little over 100 kilometers in the day, I admit that a shower and a good bed made me feel good. Too bad for my adventurous soul...

I went out to eat something. In the street, I had the impression to rediscover the feeling that I had had when I arrived in China in 2006. It is a felling rather hard to explain. Once again, may be the surprise of people who greeted me with a warm "hello" and wanted to take a photo with me, or the number of street foods vendors who are hard to find in big cities nowadays. I ate a bowl of Lanzhou noodles, returned to the hotel and quickly fell asleep.

 The next day, I woke up feeling very tired. It was undoubtedly linked to the heat stroke of the day before. My feet didn't hurt too much. I had few small blisters on my knees but it could have been worse. I told myself that I shouldn't hang around too much. Better ride early to avoid the heat of the day. By arranging my things scattered all over the place and loading the panniers on the bike, I was already sweating profusely… The day was going to be hot… I put on sunscreen (I had understood my mistake of the day before). I decided to go towards Wuhan but not by the same road because it is boring to take the same route as on the way there. There is a big lake 50 km south of Wuhan, which is perfect because I have never been there before.

The road to the lake was once again beautiful. I passed through villages and small towns, lakes, rice paddies, cornfields. Such a nice place to ride a bike.

Every now and then, I chatted with people at a gas station, or with a watermelon vendor who kindly offered me his stool to eat in the shade and chatted with me.

It was still very hot, but the sun was not too strong. In fact, I can handle the heat really well. I can ride in high temperatures with no problem but on the other hand, when the sun is burning my skin, it's really hard for me, especially from 10 am to 4 pm.

While riding under the sun, I was wondering about my next trips. Since I got back to cycling, I have dreamed of doing part of the Silk Road by bike from Lanzhou to Dunghung in Gansu Province, basically a road through the desert (with cities between). I was starting to realize that my dream was not going to be so easy to achieve. How to ride all day without shade? I guess someone should really be prepare for a trip like that.

I tell myself that in the end, I was smart enough not to jump straight into such a long adventure. Rather than directly embarking on a 20-day adventure and experiencing difficulties, I did things gradually: first short distances in Wuhan to get used to the bike, then trips of 100 kilometers in Wuhan, then a two-day trip, a mountain to climb to test my willpower and finally a slightly longer trip.

Around 11 am, the sun reappeared but I decided to go to the lake without taking too many breaks. I still should have left two hours earlier though (I left at 8 am) to avoid the strong sun radiation.

Gradually, the landscapes changed a little, the mountains in the distance disappeared and the vegetation changed. I would have liked to stay in the area longer but I had to go back to work. Next time I should ride longer.

When I got to the lake, I realized that in fact, I was not really in the place I hoped for. Make no mistake, it was very beautiful, but it wasn't really a big lake. Rather square ponds designed for fishermen.

But I was still super happy to find myself a little shade by the water with my friends the hens who came to visit me and sometimes fishermen who came to chat with me.

The place where I was, however, was not really ideal for camping because it was too close to a road. I didn't want to be woken up in the middle of the night by strangers. Besides, my mate Jack told me that while sleeping near this lake, a farmer kindly asked him to leave in the middle of the night few years before.

So after I had rested for an hour, I left to look for a more hidden place. The camp spot I found was not perfect - It wasn't by the water – but I could be invisible at night. I know that many travelers love to set out to find a place to camp. It’s like a game for them. Me, I always have a little apprehension of doing wild camp. This must be probably related to my inexperience in wild camping. But hey, after an hour of imagining the worst, I told myself that I was not risking much and I had to try to make the most of the present moment.

So I made a meal while waiting for night to fall to put my tent discreetly. I didn't want to attract the attention of the local fishermen either.

As I entered the tent, ready to sleep, I felt really stupid. The tent was like a real sauna!! In terms of insects, I was well protected by the mosquito net but the heat was really difficult to bear. I couldn't open the tent door or else I would be eaten alive by the bugs… I could hear them circling around the tent, attracted by a sweating smelly human and my phone light. So I had a hard time falling asleep. Usually, after a day of cycling like this, you can easily fall asleep around 9 p.m... I still told myself that the hotel in this season is nicer and that would save me from carrying a tent and sleeping gear (and a new lesson learned, a sleeping bag is useless in this season). The hammock could be the solution, I have one with an extra mosquito net, but I don't sleep very well in it... a new lesson learned on this trip !

Finally, I woke up at dawn. After packing all my mess, I had breakfast and a little coffee for the road.

I had around 50 kilometers to ride that day to get home and I had to work in the afternoon. The return went well, I followed a few roads lined with fields of tea and corn, but the landscapes were gradually less pleasant and more and more urban.

  I finally arrived around midday at home. I had ride 230 kilometers with 1200 meters of elevation gain. That was not bad in this heat.  At the end, I was super happy doing this trip: I had learn a lot for my future trips, I enjoyed the ride, saw beautiful landscapes, and met some nice people… I had beautiful memories in my head and only one desire: to leave again as soon as possible!!!

#China #Bike touring #Hubei #Wuhan

[headoverjojo]

Bucci gangs crush/s/o is always smiling and joking with Mista and Narancia but as a child she was heavily experimented on while being there they also took advantage of her state and deflowered and abused her in several ways at a young age this explains why she’s very strong even without her stand and her trust and mental issues. How would they react to her childhood either be told by someone they hired since they were too curious or by some other source I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable

Hi there! Don’t be sorry, don’t be!! I’ve just toned down a bit s/o’s past to “horrible abuses” without specifying. I hope you may like it :3

Bruno’s gang react to finding out that their crush’s past is filled with horrible abuses, even if she’s always smiling and joking

(Under the cut for length and mention of past abuses)

Bruno Bucciarati

His crush is his light and joy. She’s so bright, so cheerful… when she’s with him, it’s like being in the same room with a small sun. And she has bonded with the others too! She’s really good friend with Mista and Narancia and she seems to hide nothing… however, as team leader, he has to be sure she’s who she says. And so, with Abbacchio, he starts to investigate, in fact sure not to find anything strange.

Oh, he was so wrong. In his crush’s past he found the most horrible and atrocious abuses and traumas one could imagine. He’s so angry, so disgusted and nauseated. How could someone do something so cruel and inhuman to a child?! He can’t even go on reading the papers; he doesn’t need to know what happened later.

Now he can understand painfully well how and why his crush is so strong even without a stand. What surprises him, however, is her brightness and cheerfulness eve after such horrible and traumatic experiences. She must have an incredible inner strength… and this makes him fall for her even harder. She didn’t give up, even when life had given her just pain and hatred. It’s something unique… she’s really a light that not even the worst darkness could kill. And now he wants to preserve that light as much as he can.

Leone Abbacchio

What always made him feel attracted to his crush was her brightness. She was so bright she seemed to irradiate her own light! And he, who always felt in a hopeless darkness, saw, for the first time, a real light, a positive one. Yes, Bruno had saved him; but it was for a lesser lonely and self-destructive darkness. With her it wasn’t like this… it was just pure, sheer light. And he lived for this.

However, his cop instinct was telling him that it wasn’t completely right. That there was something off with her… that, behind that bright smile and friendly attitude there was something dark. He talked about it to Bruno and, together, they found out the horrible truth. Abbacchio was speechless. Never in his life he had seen something so atrocious… he forced himself to read to the end, even if he would have liked to just burn everything. He had to know.

Now he sees her with different eyes. He can interpret better certain behaviours of hers… but he’s still puzzled and amazed by her apparent lack of grudge towards her past. It seems like she had made, as life purpose, to enjoy life as much as she could, to make up for all the abuses she had to endure… it’s amazing and inspiring. Abbacchio has a lot to learn from her!

Guido Mista

Mista was totally head over heels for her. She was so cheerful, so joyful! She laughed at his jokes! She was perfect, she truly was the girl he would have liked to be with for the rest of his life… with her, he felt at ease, he felt right. She took him seriously! He really wanted to make her happy… because, deep in his heart, his instinct was saying him that it wasn’t all right. Something was off… he had to find out what it was and to try to solve it!

Nothing could prepare him to what the papers he had found were saying. Abuses, traumas, the most horrible and darkest experiences… it was difficult to associate the bright and happy G/N who laughed at his jokes and this G/N, who had endured things that no one should ever endure. While the Pistols were trembling in rage and disgust, his mind was going blank. His G/N, his friend, the person he loved… how could she still be so positive, after traumas so big?

He observed her for a while, after the horrible discovery, and he could see that she was truly bright and sunny, that it wasn’t a façade. She truly was like this even after what happened to her… he can’t help but to admire her even more. She’s even stronger than what he thought! And to be a so good and wonderful person even when life had given her just pain was incredible. She really was a role model! It made him fall even harder for her and strengthen his will to guarantee her future happiness.

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia simply adored G/N. She was perfect! With her he felt at home, at ease, she never mocked him, she laughed with him when he made a joke… she even danced with him! He really couldn’t desire more. His heart was hers; but there was something’s bugging him. Narancia was more observant than what it seemed and he had noticed certain behaviours that were making his alarms ring. She was hiding something…

Worried that it could be something harmful for the gang, Narancia referred his thoughts to Bruno, who, with him, started to investigate. They didn’t find what they were thinking, anyway. What they found were abuses on abuses, traumas, and it was all so… so inhuman, so terrible to make Narancia’s eyes sting and his teeth grit in anger. He never, never imagined to see something like this in all his life… and now her “weird” behaviours have a painful explanation.

He doesn’t change his way to approach her even now that he knows about her tragic past. She’s still his G/N, tragic past or not. He loves her and wants nothing more than her happiness, now more than ever! He finds her strength and joy inspiring; it’s the true demonstration that her spirit was way stronger than the monsters who had tried to bend her to their will!

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo isn’t a person who falls easily for someone, nor one who immediately trusts another person. But with G/N… it all came naturally. She was always so bright and kind; her smile warmed his heart in a way he never felt before. He knew he was falling for her, and he couldn’t deny he was a bit scared of it. He was even more worried, however, about something that was bugging him… he could see the subtle traces of traumas, in her attitude and gestures. What had happened to her?

As Don Giovanna’s Consigliere, Fugo had a lot of informers. It hadn’t be difficult to gather all the information he needed about her; he wasn’t ready, however, to read about so many atrocities and abuses. He knew too well abuses and abusers, and the worst kind of it; but this… this was even worse. This was more than inhuman. Fugo felt nauseous, his stomach was twisted and he felt sick; how could someone do this to a child, to scar them so much? And still… and still she was bright and limpid like a summer sky. How could she do that?

Fugo hasn’t the answer to this question. He just knows that now he admires her even more and that he’s learning a lot from her. She had suffered an unthinkable amount of pain and fear, and still she never let it bend or break her; he wants to learn it too. She had experimented the worst that the world could offer and she decided to spread not hate but love and joy. She decided to make the same world that had taken from her so much a better place. Maybe… maybe this was the solution. Maybe, in this way, he would have started to heal too. And he would have liked to do it with her, at her side…

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno doesn’t allow himself to grow attached to many people; in fact, aside his team, that, by now, is more his family, he’s not so familiar with anyone. This doesn’t apply to G/N; her personality immediately caught his attention. She’s so bright, she seems to carry the sun with her… Giorno felt at ease and warm near her. He wanted to make her feel like this too, to make her feel safe, at home… but he couldn’t just give in to his more and more obvious feelings. He was a Don; he had to be sure that she was really worth of trust, even if he didn’t like to think this about her.

He hired a private detective to discreetly investigate about her past. And what the detective found and reported to him was revolting. She had to endure abuses, every kind of abuses, the worse ones, and to deal with the soul scars and traumas they left on her. Giorno had seen his good amount of horrors, but this… this was beyond everything he had ever seen or heard. And still, she was a so bright and happy person… how? And why? Was she faking it?

After observing her for a while, he realized she wasn’t faking it at all. She was really joyful and sunny, it wasn’t an act. He couldn’t understand how, but he could imagine why. All in all, it was something he had felt too, even if they had followed different ways… the world hadn’t been kind with both of them. Giorno decided to change it becoming Don and stopping the drug route; she decided not to let the darkness eating her and, instead, to spread joy and love in a world that desperately needed it. Giorno couldn’t help but to admire her; to do something like this it was required a lot of courage… and she had it. She was so brave. And Giorno could just fall for her more and more.

#jjba #vento aureo #bruno's gang #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #guido mista #narancia ghirga #pannacotta fugo #giorno giovanna #fem crush #crush with past abuses #tw: abuses mentioned #headcanons #sfw #anon ask

[voyager-into-the-unknown]

An Afternoon in the Garden

This is my very first fanfic. It is Plance fic, of course, with a brief mention of Kallura.

Comments and reblogs are always welcome.

“An Afternoon in the Garden” by truegryffindorforever2

Lance had roamed the corridors of the Galaxy Garrison’s Science Division for three quarters of an hour, searching for a particular petite young scientist. He was determined to find her before he lost his nerve.

“You’ve got to do it today, you coward,” he said to himself. What would Hunk think of him after what he confessed over breakfast this morning? He would never forgive himself if he chickened out. After all, he was a Paladin of Voltron. He had faced down Galra soldiers, giant robeasts, space pirates, bloodthirsty alien monsters, and even a space mall cop. He could do this.

She wasn’t in her usual place, working alongside her brother in the robotics department, nor was she in her own office, writing code on her laptop. He didn’t find her assisting her father in one of the engineering laboratories either. There was one more place he had to check before leaving, which was Colleen’s hydroponics lab. He approached the door, noticing the holographic poster advertising the upcoming Garrison Ball. His heart began to beat faster and his palms began to sweat. Maybe he could talk to her tomorrow...

“Hey, Lance!” He nearly jumped out of his skin. There she was, round glasses perched on the end of her little upturned nose and thick, unruly brown hair crammed into a messy ponytail. (When had it gotten so long that she could do that? How would she look with her hair down around her shoulders? Her eyes were so pretty...how would she look without those glasses on? Stop staring, he told himself.)

“Uh, hi, Pidge. I was just looking for you actually. Need any help?” She was carrying a tray of little green seedlings, suspended in a nutrient solution.

“Mom has been in a meeting all afternoon, and I promised her I would check up on her experiments. There’s another tray exactly like this one that needs to be moved to greenhouse three. See it over there?”

“Yeah. I’ll get that for you.” He picked up the tray and followed her into the greenhouse.

“These are ready for 12 hours of simulated radiation from a type G2 star,” she said putting her tray down under the designated sun lamp. Lance placed his tray of seedlings next to hers.

“Trying to see if these will grow in earth-like conditions, right?”

“Yep. Now I need to check on the growth of the tomatoes on aisle seven, and I’ll be done here. What’s up?”

“Well, I was wondering about something. Did you see all of those holos reminding everyone about the Garrison Ball?”

Pidge rolled her eyes. “I don’t need a holo to remind me about that. Mom has been nagging me to go shopping for a new dress every day. She expects me to go to the ball whether I have a date or not.”

“But you don’t have a date yet, right?”

“Look, if you’re just came down here to make fun of me too, Mom already does that.”

“No, I just wanted to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“Well, there’s this girl I really like, and I want to ask her to go to the ball with me, but I am afraid to do it. Help me, please.”

“Don’t tell me that you are afraid of being rejected. That never stopped you from asking out girls before.”

“It’s more than that. This girl means everything to me. I don’t want to mess this up.”

“Um, you know that Keith has already asked Allura to go to the ball with him, and she said yes, right?”

“This isn’t about them. I got over my crush on Allura ages ago.”

“Oh, really?” Pidge raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Well, if this girl you like is so important to you, you should just tell her how you feel about her.” She crossed her arms and stared at him as if to challenge him.

“It’s not that easy. If I ask her out and she says no, it might make things weird between us. She might not want to be around me anymore.”

“But what if she says yes?”

“Then we will start dating, and I will inevitably say or do something stupid and she’ll break up with me and then she won’t want to be friends with me anymore and I won’t be able to handle it. I can’t lose her. She’s one of my best friends in the entire universe!”

Pidge smiled up at him, her cheeks slightly pink, and her eyes full of hope. She smirked and said, “But suppose you say and do stupid things around her all the time, and she still loves you anyway.”

Lance groaned. “Thanks, Pidge. That’s the way to boost my self-esteem,” he said, and then sighed. “I’m hopeless.”

“Well, maybe you came to the wrong person for advice about dating, since, according to my mother, I’m the one who’s hopeless. She makes fun of me all the time for having a crush on a boy that barely even realizes that I’m a female, and who flirts with every pretty girl he sees right in front of me, as if I don’t even exist!”

Lance gaped at her, speechless. Could it be? Was he imagining things? He blinked. There was a long silence, as Pidge stared at him, her face red with anger.

Lance stood with his feet apart and fists on his hips. “Do I know this boy you like so much? He sounds like he’s kind of a jerk.”

Pidge turned away from him. “He’s not a jerk,” she said in a small voice. “He’s actually really sweet, and clueless.” She sniffled. Was she crying? This boy had hurt her, and at that moment Lance wanted to punch him, whoever he was. “Do I know this guy? What’s he like?”

“Tall.” Pidge sniffled a bit as she wiped her eyes.

“Tall? Pidge, compared to you, every guy is tall. Give me something to go on here.” She laughed quietly, then turned to him. She took off her glasses to wipe away the last of her tears, then seemed to brace herself, as if to face a new challenge or to do something foolishly brave.

“Um, okay. He’s a great pilot. He’s a daredevil...fearless, or at least he pretends to be.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I know he gets really scared sometimes, but he always overcomes his fear, especially when someone he cares about is in danger. He loves his family and friends so much that he wouldn’t hesitate to protect them by putting his life on the line to keep them safe. He would even do that for a total stranger if it was the right thing to do. He’s saved countless lives. He’s a real hero.”

“Wow...I...” Lance began. “He sounds like an amazing guy.”

Pidge looked up at him with shining eyes. “He is, but he often doesn’t realize it. He’s fun to be with, and has a great sense of humor. He always makes me laugh when I least expect it. And he’s kind. He has one of the biggest hearts of anyone I know, and he desperately wants to love and be loved in return. And the saddest thing of all is that he sometimes thinks he doesn’t deserve that kind of happiness.” The tears rolled down her cheeks once more, but she made no effort to hide them this time. Even though Lance knew his own eyes weren’t dry, he moved closer to her, lifted her chin, and brushed away her tears with his thumbs. Her golden brown eyes were so big, he could have gotten lost in them. He felt a pang of jealousy directed at this boy that Pidge apparently had a crush on.

“I’ll bet he’s totally ugly though, am I right? Probably looks like the back end of a weblum or something.” He wiped his face on the sleeve of his uniform.

Pidge giggled. He grinned at her. “Eh, not really. I’d say he’s okay-looking.”

“Okay-looking?!” Lance said in mock offense. “I imagined your Mr. Perfect as being some drop-dead gorgeous guy. You know...like me.” He waggled his eyebrows at her, and they both laughed.

“Well, some girls thinks he’s handsome. I guess I think he’s at least kind of cute.”

“Kind of? Just how cute is he?”

“As cute as a yalmor.” Lance cackled, then eventually frowned, remembering something she once said. There was a long silence between them.

“Lance?”

“I’m thinking.”

“Yeah, that usually takes a while.”

“Hey!” Lance cried, pretending to be offended, but then he grinned at her.

“I didn’t say that he was smart,” she mumbled.

“What was that?”

“I never said that the guy I like is smart...especially when it comes to figuring out when a girl likes him.”

“Well, if he’s so slow on the uptake, maybe you should just tell him exactly how you feel about him.”

“Hmm...no. I think the guy should make the first move.”

“Sure. But do you know how terrifying that is?” Lance began to ramble, without thinking. “Even if the girl I lo—like says yes, she might make fun of me for being such a hopeless romantic. She’s already one of the people I care about the most in the entire universe. I’m afraid if we start dating I will ruin our friendship because, let’s face it, Pidge. I’m an idiot. I’m bound to do something stupid.”

“I know you will, Lance, but if this girl is really worth it, then that’s a risk that you’ll have to take. It’s like my father always says: If you worry too much about what could go wrong...”

“You might miss your chance to do something great,” he finished. It is now or never, he thought. Do it now, before you lose your nerve.

“Pidge,” he began, then stopped. “Meeting You was the greatest thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life. You are my best friend. You make me laugh like no one else can, and you make my head spin with how incredibly clever you are. You’re courageous and kind, and honestly I think you are as beautiful as you are brilliant, and that is saying something because you are one of the smartest people I have ever met. Will you go to the Garrison Ball with me?”

“I’ll have to think about it,” she said with a lopsided grin. She was teasing him, of course, but Lance panicked, once again fearing rejection.

“Pidge!”

She giggled. “Of course, I will go to the ball with you...I just wanted to see the look on your face when—“

Lance didn’t know what she was going to say next because he cut her off with a loud whoop, and then picked her up in a tight hug. “That’s a yes, then. You are actually going to go on a date with me.”

“Yes, I am actually going to go to the ball with you, Mr. Perfect.”

He set her down, beaming at her. “Then that boy you have a crush on—“

“Is you. It’s always been you, ever since we were cadets,” she said softly, then stood on tiptoe to kiss him gently on the lips. Lance leaned down and kissed her back, feeling her fingers ruffling his short, messy hair as he held her in a warm embrace. Kissing her was as thrilling as flying, and his heart raced just as fast as it had the first time he flew Blue Lion. She had been clinging to him with urgency then as well. They deepened the kiss, and his heart beat even faster, like the first time he flew Red. He realized that in that moment he was the happiest he had ever been. It was better than being accepted into the Garrison, better than becoming a Paladin, even better than being chosen as Black Paladin (not that he fantasized about that...much.) He would have hoped to stay like this forever, cradling her slender body in his arms, and kissing her with such tenderness until...

“Katie? Are you down here, sweetheart?”

Lance and Pidge immediately broke their kiss and sprang apart from each other. Pidge mouthed the words “It’s my mom!” She smoothed her rumpled lab coat.

“I know!” whispered Lance frantically, as he finger combed his hair, but it stood up at odd angles anyway. Both of them were blushing as red as Colleen’s tomato plants.

“There you are! Katie, I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Oh! Hello, Lance.”

“Mom! Um, we were just down here, um...”

“Watering the plants,” said Lance, trying to finish her statement.

“Lance, dear, this is a hydroponics garden. The plants are watered all the time. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you two were up to something. Anyway, Katie is going on a trip to the mall with her mother. I’m helping her pick out a new dress for the ball, whether she likes it or not. She thinks that because she can’t get a date that I will excuse her from going—“

Pidge interrupted her mother. “Mom, I have a date.”

“More than a date,” Lance added. “She’s got a boyfriend.” He draped one long arm around Pidge’s narrow shoulders in an all-too-familiar way to emphasize what he was saying. Pidge gave her mother an impish grin.

“Boyfriend?!” Colleen sputtered, clearly in shock.

“Yes ma’am. And if you don’t mind, I’d like to tag along with you two lovely ladies on your trip to the mall. I need to rent a tuxedo.”

#plance #pidge #katie holt #lance #colleen holt #flirty robot #vld lance #vld pidge #lance mcclain #voltron #vld #kallura

[justlookatthosesausages]

‘Emergence’ - an interactive fanfic

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CHAPTER 5

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It was a sunny day in Arendelle, and Anna was delighted to enjoy it after her morning duties. She especially liked those casual walks outside along Mattias. However, he made her shake her head with another moment of modesty, which was becoming common. She often had to remind him of his importance. Now he was doubting about his status of General.

“But... Such a title...”

Anna bent the head to her counsellor. 

“You know, I didn’t make you General just because you saved my life when I destroyed the dam.”

Mattias lifted an eyebrow, both amused and curious. 

“Even if...” Added Anna, waving her hand, “That was great, and all... No, that’s also because you deserve the highest rank.”

The man bowed his head at the compliment.

“I prefer to call myself your counsellor for the rest of my days and to never have to use my military title, Your Majesty. Because the term ‘General’ could imply a possible context of conflict.” 

Anna smiled, the light of the bright sun accentuating her freckles as they both stepped on the cobblestones.

“Nice to see we’re on the same page about pacifism.” Beamed the Queen. 

As they continued to walk, her smile vanished when she noticed how many guards were tagging along. She had two soldiers walking in front of her, and two behind. It felt a bit oppressive, even for her who didn’t mind it when people stood this close. 

Especially for what she had planned to do in the following minutes. 

She cleared her throat, trying to assemble as much regal attitude as she could. Elsa used to be better at this than her, and she blamed her natural aura. Nevertheless, on her side, Anna had this sturdy character that often allowed her to get what she wanted from the staff, the politicians, and... The Arendelle guards. 

“I would like to continue on my own, please.”

The soldiers stopped right in their tracks. The four of them looked at her with concern. One of the two guards standing in front of Anna was a woman, and when she turned around, she frowned. 

“Is everything alright, Your Majesty?”

“Yes, yes, of course. I just...” Anna took a strong breath in. “I’d like to enter the jail alone.”

The guards now understood why she had been walking to Arendelle’s prison. She meant to enter. Mattias had a little theory about why, but preferred not to intervene. The soldiers, however, exchanged some glances. 

“Are you certain?”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be okay.” Assured Anna. 

They seemed convinced, and bowed to their monarch, before leaving the two. The redhead noticed that Mattias followed her, and lifted a soft hand. “Can you wait for me here? It won’t be long.”

Her counsellor looked at her maliciously. “What are you planning to do? Do you have a visit to make? The man from the other day, perhaps?”

“I won’t punch him, I promise.” Smiled Anna. 

He stared at her, then took a calm breath. “Alright. Then go.”

Anna entered the building, and explained to each pair of guards she met on the way that she had to be alone. She only asked to be given directions on where the prisoner was, and said she would give a sign to the nearest guard in case she needed them. It left a lot of confusion to everyone, but nobody was dumb enough to contradict Queen Anna of Arendelle. 

Calmly, she walked to the designated cell, and looked through the bars. The keeper opened the cell for her, then left. When there only was silence floating in the air, along the smell of humidity and the background sound of water drops, the man looked at her.

“We need to talk.” Announced Anna. 

He was about to say something.

“I'm not here to scold you.” Promised the redhead. “I just don’t like it when I leave people in bad terms, and I felt like I needed to talk to you.”

“You look miserable.” Blurted the man, defensively. He figured out that the best way to cope with the surprise to see her visit him and the fact to face her this close again would be with an insult. Anna indeed had dark circles under her eyes.

“Because I stood awake all night thinking about it. I couldn’t sleep.” Smiled Anna.  

Despite his attack, Anna was not offended in any way. She knew he acted meanly to feel better. And she was wise enough to know that it was never the solution. 

“I hope I’m not intruding.” She said politely as she took the stool of the cell to sit on, while the man stayed on the hanging bed. 

He was so surprised by her presence that he didn’t reply, but she didn’t mind. There was a silence. 

“You came alone.” Noted the man. 

His voice was calm, stunned. He couldn’t believe that she was taking that risk. He probably could end her life right there and then, but she seemed unafraid of it. 

“Yes, indeed.” Smiled Anna. 

Now he stared at her with a dropped jaw turned into a wince. She was genuinely smiling? It wasn’t just polite, she seemed happy to be there. And it was obvious she had prepared her speech. Anna took a breathe in as she started.

“I know why you're scared. Because you don’t put trust in me. To be fair, I don’t always put trust in me either.” 

Her tone surprised the man.

“It’s going to sound odd, but... I was technically chosen by the Spirits. They all agreed that Arendelle deserves to stand with me. It’s as honorary as scary for a decision, and you have the right to still be processing it. It took me a while as well.”

The man wondered if she was serious. Judging by her expressions, she was. Was the Queen confessing to him? Privately? In a jail cell?? 

“Why did you come to see me? Why are you talking to me?” He asked, and voluntarily added a grunting tone mid-sentence when he thought he could intimidate her more that way. 

Once again, it had no effect on Anna, and she even smiled more at his reaction. 

“I want you to know that, despite the fact I now took Elsa’s role, she didn’t leave. Her heart is here. She’s always here. Even when she’s not visiting.”

She almost sounded maternal by the way she reassured him, and his eyes suddenly stung. 

Why did his eye sting?? Was it the truth of her words? The relief he felt in his guts? Why did those simple statements make his soul lift a bit? 

Anna looked at him and kept going.

“You know, if Elsa hadn’t come in time to stop the tidal wave that day, all our homes would have been crushed away. Yours, just like mine. We all owe her something. And look at the ice coating and decorations on the castle. Wouldn’t she have melted them if she didn’t care about Arendelle anymore?”

The man looked by the window of his cell, as if he could see the roofs from there, but it was more of a thinking gesture than anything else. Anna saw how his eyes had turned a bit sparkly with the light passing by the opening. 

“Trust me when I say. She cares. She always does. I’m the one who has to tell her to not worry about the kingdom sometimes.” 

He was speechless, his breathing slower and attentive now. The redhead bent forward.

“And if she knew you, she would ask how you’re doing from time to time.”

He stared at her. There was a long silence, and Anna respected it, understanding that she had to put her chatty personality aside. The man struggled a bit at first, but finally opened his mouth. 

“I’m...”

He retracted, regretting it. She encouraged him with a smile. 

“I’m sorry.” He exhaled, and he bit his lip after he let that truth out. 

Anna fidgeted with her dress on the stool. “It’s okay.”

“I’ve been a brute, I know it. And... Please pardon my behavior. I was drunk, and I can get very aggressive verbally...”

“Were you drunk when we saw each other on the harbor?” Asked Anna. 

He couldn’t tell if she was concerned or reproaching. 

“I, uh...”

The prisoner looked embarrassed, so she dismissed the question with a gentle move of the hand. 

“It doesn’t matter.” 

He sat up more straight on the bed. “This is all my fault, however. And I want to apologize.”

“I accept it”, smiled Anna. Her genuine smile was back, and he felt like he was facing an actual sun. 

“I thought I was right about what I said about Lady Elsa. And you. But I was wrong. I’ll try to be objective from now on.” Promised the man. 

“As long as you’re not being judgmental, I guess it’s fine.” Winked Anna. 

There was a silence, and she figured that they had told each other everything. She was about to leave the cell, so he stood up by respect, then he cleared his throat softly. 

“Though I have to say, objectively, there is one difference that is both good and bad between you two.” 

Anna turned around with a smile, frowning her eyebrows with amusement. “Which one?”

“You’re better at delegating than her.”

The redhead stared at him as he smiled, and there was a silence as she thought about all that it meant, then she giggled.

“Yes, it’s true. She really outdid everything and insisted on doing all by herself, uh?” 

It was a fact known by everyone in Arendelle, not just the staff of the castle. He nodded, and she turned to exit. She closed the iron door, and gave a sign to the guard at the end of the corridor to come lock it. 

“You know... Everyday, I’m trying my best.” Declared Anna as a last sentence, still smiling to the man. “We all do. That’s how life is. All one has to do, is to do the next right thing.” 

The Arendelle soldier came next to her, bowed to his Queen and locked the prisoner in again. She gave the two a nod, and walked along the corridor. 

“...Do the next right thing...” Murmured the man. “...Interesting.” He added, smiling. 

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Elsa was focused in her drawings as she traced the new lines of the map along Honeymaren. 

“Hey, can you, uh...”

The Sami gave her the pencil sharpener before she even asked. Elsa lifted her head when she saw that she had put the right object in her outstretched hand. 

“...Thank you?”

“You’re welcome.” Smiled Honeymaren. 

She had something in her smile that Elsa couldn’t quite put the finger on, and she decided to stop staring at it before getting too distracted. They had started to draw the map three hours ago, and she still got the feeling that they hadn’t traced much of it. 

Elsa checked her notes and Honeymaren’s that they had wrote in their travel journals during their exploration, and helped herself with her own doodles that she had made when they stared at the horizon. 

The Fifth Spirit applied the map indications from her notes to the giant paper displayed on the table in the center of the tent, scribbling on the map with the same rhythm and focused silence than Honeymaren standing in front of her on the other side of the table. When Elsa turned the next page of her journal, she was surprised to see a sketch that looked nothing like a border trace or a landscape, and squinted to it as she tried to remember what it was. She took the journal and lifted it at the rays of light passing by the roof to see it clearer, and suddenly widened her eyes when she recognized it. 

“What is it?” Frowned Honeymaren. 

“Nothing.” Urged to say the blonde, blushing, and she flipped the pages to hide it. 

“Come on, what is it?” Asked the Northuldra, amused. “Did you write too fast and you can’t read your own handwriting?”

Elsa was glad she had just made up a perfect excuse. “Yes. Exactly.”

“It happens to me all the time.” Giggled Honeymaren. 

She then lifted her head, interrupting herself in her drawing of the map, and interrupting Elsa too, for the latter was unable to focus every time the brunette talked. “It’s strange. You have such a clean handwriting, and you’re used to write in pretty much every position, how come you can’t understand what you wrote?”

“I don’t know”, fainted to shrug Elsa. “Here I just can’t understand what I wrote. That’s all.”

Her field of view got obstructed by Honeymaren’s palm, and she missed a heartbeat. 

“Let me see. Maybe I can decipher it.” 

Elsa blushed. “No, it’s not important. Truly. Nevermind.”

Honeymaren frowned. “Don’t tell me that we went hiking for days for nothing. Your notes are important. You often have an interesting point of view. You have a sharp eye, and sometimes see things I do not see.”

‘See things you do not see...’ Thought Elsa, gulping, as she stared at Honeymaren. 

“Elsa?”

“Uh?”

“Why are you gripping your journal like that?”

The Fifth Spirit only noticed then what she was doing. She had clenched her hand on the pages, to make sure that the brunette wouldn’t take it. And it was a good thing that she was in full control of her magic now, because otherwise, with such a grasp, the whole diary would be covered with ice.

“I’m not going to snatch it out of your hands, don’t worry. If you don’t want me to read it, it’s okay.” 

Elsa stared at her in silence, her throat tight. “Let’s... Let’s just draw the map.”

Honeymaren smiled softly. “Got it.”

They resumed to their work, and a few minutes later, Elsa took the opportunity of a moment when the Northuldra was focusing on coloring the shadow of a mountain, to look again at her journal. She flipped the pages back to the sketch, and clenched her other fist as she saw the drawing again. 

A few days before, when Honeymaren was taking a nap as they were exploring the West plains, she had absentmindedly doodled the patterns of her coat in her journal. What she didn’t remember, however, is that she had actually drawn her entirely. 

Elsa nervously passed a hand in her hair, and added a layer of ice on her locks without noticing it. 

She went back to the map, but wasn’t really able to focus on it after that. When, one hour later, Honeymaren called it a day and said they could continue another time, she actually felt relieved. And when the woman leaved the tent, Elsa following behind, the blonde couldn’t help but think that she actually got the back patterns of her outfit accurately. 

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“Oh! Oh! And could you bring one of those snow me’s?”

“Snowgies”, corrected Elsa with a chuckle. “And maybe. One day, I could show them to you.”

“Yaaay!” Jolted the Sami kids in one voice, jumping around. One of them even jumped really high, and Elsa got worried for a second, until she understood that Gale actually was playing with them. 

Like any children, they switched their attention easily, and were all focused on Gale now, asking them to make them fly next. They were all so small and light that they could make them float all at the same time, and they all took off the ground with a concert of giggles. It was no big effort from Gale to do so, and Elsa remembered that the spirit was able to create tornadoes in an instant, so this was not more complex that her creating an ice sculpture. Or to sneeze snowgies. 

She joined the kids in the general giggle, then suddenly Gale stopped. The Sami children retrieved the ground, and Elsa frowned as she saw the Spirit briskly leaving the forest to the South. 

“What happened?” Worried a child. 

“I don’t know. But it’s not your fault”, she said with a soft voice, seeing how disappointed they all were.

She had felt the emotion of the Spirit before they left; it was curiosity, like they had just heard something in the distance and wanted to investigate. Elsa was naturally curious as well - must be a Spirit thing - and she followed the path that Gale had taken. 

Suddenly, she saw them come back at high speed, and she barely had the time to widen her eyes, before they swooped her up in the air. 

“WOAW!” Exclaimed the blonde, blinking at the sudden force. 

She analysed the way the Wind Spirit was making her twirl in the air, and she knew that familiar embrace. They were excited for Elsa. And that meant only one thing...

“Anna is here?” 

Gale put her back on the ground and chimed with a happy twirl, confirming it. Elsa smiled and beamed in glee. She ran in the forest to the elemental stones, and giggled with a joyful tone as she and Gale hurried along her. They moved fast in the woods, trees whistling in Elsa’s ears when she passed in front of them. She arrived to the stones, and run past them. 

In the distance, she could see a reindeer with three passengers arriving at full speed, and Elsa was glad as always that Gale could bring her news from so far. Every time, she knew when Anna would come before she even arrived to the stones. 

With a gasping laugh, Elsa ran to them, and she could see Anna jumping down and running along. 

“That’s just useless”, told her Kristoff as she did. “We’re faster with Sven!” 

“I doubt that she cares”, chuckled Olaf.

Indeed, the redhead didn’t care. That was Elsa’s and hers tradition: to tackle each other into a hug. Even if Sven arrived first. Screw logic. 

Seconds later, they arrived to each other’s level, and Elsa slowed down a bit before Anna jumped into her arms. They twirled around with bursts of laughter, delighted to hug each other again. 

“Surpriiiise!” Giggled Anna. 

Elsa held her close, her hand passing on Anna’s long hair. “You said you were busy in your last letter. You little stinker.”

“That’s the whole point of a surprise.” Laughed Anna. 

“I know. This is a great idea.” Smiled Elsa, parting from the hug to look at her little sister. 

She brought her hands to Anna’s cheeks, her gaze dancing from one eye to another. 

“No new black eye. I suppose that things are doing better?” 

Anna nudged her on the arm as the blonde cackled with laughter. “You dork.”

After Elsa hugged Kristoff and Olaf, they walked together to the camp, despite Kristoff’s suggestions to go on Sven because he was riding right next to them and it was ridiculous. Finally, they arrived to the Northuldra, who greeted their surprise visit with hurrahs. 

“I’m so happy that you’re here.” Said Elsa with the same touched smile as always. 

“And I didn’t come empty-handed!” Smiled Anna, beaming.

She rushed to get her backpack attached to Sven’s back, and took a paper bag out. Elsa instantly recognized the crest on it, and her soul filled with joy, both at the memory and what was coming.

“Chocolates! From-”

“Your favorite shop in Arendelle, yep.”

Elsa hurried to take the bag. She couldn’t believe her eyes. And her taste buds. She was almost drooling in advance.

“This is not just any chocolates, though. I bought some that we can melt in a pot so we can have some hot chocolate tonight around the camp fire.” Winked Anna.

The blonde gasped in glee. “You’re the best sister.”

“I’m your only sister.” Giggled Anna.

“That still makes you the best.”

Anna hugged Elsa briefly, both laughing.

Ryder stepped to Kristoff. “And I have good news for you. We made carrot cake!”

Kristoff’s eyes lit up like a child who was offered a giant gift. “Really?”

“I knew you were going to like it.” Winked the Northuldra. “Come on, you should hurry before Sven eats it all.”

After Anna took the paper bag, the reindeer had rushed to the other animals, and could smell the tasty smell of carrot cake any second.

The sun started to set as time passed. While the sisters caught up on their separated life news, Olaf had joined the kids, delighted to see how fast some of them had grown up. Getting more and more mature himself, he naturally found topics of discussion with them. Elsa however lifted a worried eyebrow when he started to talk about death, but Anna indicated her that it was no big deal. The blonde blinked when Anna continued her story.

“Wait, you went to jail?? What happened?!” 

Anna snorted. “No, I didn’t. I mean, I did, but...”

Her sister stared at her. “You’re not making any sense right now, and I’m concerned.”

“Elsa, I didn’t get arrested. Do you hear yourself?” Laughed Anna. 

The blonde sighed. “Sorry. I’m just very tired this week, and I become easily tensed.”

Anna paused in her gestures as she was gathering wood for the camp fire, and looked down. “I am as well. I have troubles finding sleep at night.”

“You? Have troubles sleeping?” Smiled Elsa, humor stepping above worry.

“Kristoff says that it doesn’t prevent me from snoring loudly when I finally drift off.”

They giggled, and Elsa helped her out with the wood. “What is getting on your mind? Queen duties?”

“Yes and no. That’s why I wanted to visit that guy in the jail. I felt like I had to, you know?”

The Fifth Spirit nodded. “How did it go?”

Anna smiled, and told her the whole thing. She carefully put every detail, and Elsa listened to her carefully. When she was done, the elder stared at her with amazement. 

“You really have the power to change people, you know that?”

“Is this my type of magic?” Joked Anna. 

“No, I’m serious. You really see what’s best in people, and always manage to switch their point of view for the better.”

The redhead looked at Elsa, taking in the compliment. 

“I’m the first example.” Noted the blonde. “And also Kristoff. And so many other persons.”

A smile appeared at the corner of Anna’s lips, and she looked down at the stack of wood. 

“Truly.” Added Elsa, seeing how she doubted a bit. “Arendelle is lucky to have you as a leader. You enhance life in so many ways.”

The Queen’s teal blue eyes glistened with touched tears. “Thank you.” 

As she turned to Elsa, something behind her caught her attention, and she barely had the time to squeak of surprise before Bruni appeared out of nowhere and jumped on her. Thanks to her reflexes, she received him right in time in her open palms. 

“Hey you! It’s been a while.”

The salamander chirped, curling in her hands. 

“He missed you too.” Said Elsa, smiling. 

Anna started to pet him, passing her fingers on his back, and he licked his eyes. He looked at both sisters, with an interrogative gaze. 

“We’re about to make some hot chocolate. But I doubt that you’ll like it.” Informed Elsa. “No, you prefer some ice snacks, don’t you, little guy?”

At the word ‘ice snacks’, it acted like a trigger, and the salamander turned to Elsa with excited steps and an open mouth. Anna chuckled as Elsa shook her head and lifted her left hand to pepper some snowflakes on him, and he ate each one of them. 

“Can we ask for a service in return?” Said Anna. “Could you light a fire?”

The salamander finished crunching on the snowflakes and jumped out of her hands with his paws out, then bounced on the ground. He spat a joyful amount of fire in the wood logs, and the camp fire was made. 

He then heard Olaf burst of laughter in the distance, and chirped before running to him, excited to see he had come too. 

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The sisters had sat on the ground, enjoying the mat of grass in the evening. Anna assembled the utensils she took from the camp, and put the pot on the fire, taking care of the chocolate bits and putting them in. In a soft and comfy silence, Anna turned the spoon in the pot, and Elsa watched her do so, lulled by her moves. 

They were isolated from the rest of the camp, and she enjoyed that little bubble of calm with her younger. The delicious smell of the chocolate getting heated was making them both hum around the fire. With the dancing purple-pink light of the flames, Anna’s red hair looked like soft lava in the night. Elsa turned to her, and looked at her for a moment, before taking a deep emotional breath. 

“Anna... I realized that you didn’t tell me anything about Honeymaren.”

The redhead turned to her, detaching her eyes from the melting chocolate to frown in confusion. 

“What? We talked for hours about it after coffee when you came.”

“No, what I mean is that you didn’t say anything about... Me... Feeling... Attracted to a woman.” 

“Oh. Oh. Oh, Elsa...” 

Each one of those ‘oh’s had a different sound. The first one was reactive, the second one understanding, and the last one sweet in affection.

Anna put the lid back on the pot to take her elder’s hand in hers.

“Elsa, you’re my sister and you mean the world to me. Of course I won’t judge you. It just came naturally to me.”

“That I liked girls?” 

Anna had to restrain herself not to giggle.

“No, that you needed support. And a confidant. And some advice. You can tell me anything. And I’ll always listen.” 

There was a silence, as Elsa smiled deeply. 

“It’s true, you’re always such a good listener and you’re so nice...”

“It’s not just kindness.” Insisted Anna. “I genuinely support you. You don’t have to feel any excluded because of who you love, Elsa. Your choices make you you. And I wouldn’t want you any different. It’s my role to accept y--”

Elsa suddenly had jumped from her spot and tackled Anna in a warm embrace. The redhead was surprised by the gesture, almost fell back, and stopped talking. Usually, when Elsa wanted to hug, she only came forward with open arms. It always was Anna who would then launch herself in the hugs, even if Elsa often initiated them. The Queen closed her eyes and passed a hand along Elsa’s back. 

“We made a promise. To never shut each other’s out.” Murmured Anna on her shoulder. 

Elsa sighed with a teary smile. “Yes, we did. I’ll try all I can to respect that promise.”

“It’s alright if there are days where you can’t.” Assured Anna. 

Elsa parted from the hug to look at her little sister with sad eyes. “I’m trying my best, I swear. It’s just... Bad habits are hard to break.”

Anna understood that she was referring to the 13 years of isolation. Elsa still had issues about including her sister in for some situations. “Of course.” 

She remembered how Elsa had hidden the fact she heard a voice calling her, or sent her away with Olaf when she had decided to go cross the Dark Sea alone. 

The Fifth Spirit started to fidget with the paper wrapping that was around the chocolate. The redhead gave her a side look. She knew what that meant. 

“Over-thinking again, uh?” 

“I can’t help it.” Muttered Elsa, looking down. 

“I know.” Said Anna, putting a hand on her shoulder. “But you really need to chill about Honeymaren. Hey, look, I made a pun! Anyway...”

Elsa snorted at her joke, and let out a giggle. 

“Your mood change really fast.” Laughed Anna. 

“Not as fast as Gale’s”, noted the blonde, and in her sentence, one could perceive how many times she had to cope with the Spirit’s swings. Each spirit was stubborn as hell, but Gale changed their feeling as fast and often as a weather vane turned in a day. Ironically. 

The Queen laughed. “I think that a cup a hot chocolate will do great for both of us nervous minds.” 

She then remembered that she had left the lid on. “Oh my goodness!!” 

Anna rushed to take it off and resume to her stirring. She hissed and shook her hand as she burned herself a bit in the process. 

Elsa rolled her eyes. “You should have waited for me to soothe the fire.” 

“I’m fine. It’s just a burn.” Assured Anna, still looking at the pot, waving her hand at her to dismiss her worry. 

The elder caught her hand while she moved it in front of her face, and delicately infused some cold on her skin. 

“Ahhh, that’s actually neat... Thanks.” 

While Elsa checked her burned fingers, some steps approached, and Kristoff joined them around the camp fire. 

“Mind me joining in?” Smiled the man. 

“Of course not.” Chimed Elsa. “Let’s make it a family time.”

“I’m not sure we’ll have enough hot chocolate if we split it in three”, remarked Anna as she was still focused on stirring the spoon in the pot. 

“I’ll just drink in your mug then.” Joked Kristoff as he sat next to Elsa. 

The redhead gave him a look. “Dare to do that and I cancel our marriage.” 

Kristoff and Elsa laughed loudly. 

“I’m serious. Nothing gets in my way when there’s chocolate at stake.”

“We know.”

She eventually was able to split it in three big servings, more than enough - Elsa crafted herself an ice mug because Anna only had picked two at the Northuldra village, and the younger was impressed to see once again how resistant her ice was - and they all sat down together. 

Under the stars, they talked and laughed for a long time, filling the woods with their vibrant voices. 

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[johnny-and-dora]

hold me in this wild, wild world

for @meepmorpperaltiago, who asked for “engagement” and “forbidden love au with a happy ending” as part of the @b99fandomevents summer 2019 fic exchange! i hope you like it!

"It takes every ounce of willpower he has left not to kiss her like it’s their last night on earth. Despite the odds, he refuses to kiss her like he’s saying goodbye."

or, a forbidden love/royalty/fairytale au in which jake comes up with an alternative solution to amy being forced into an arranged marriage with the most boring man in the seven kingdoms. read on ao3

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He’s late, as usual.

Jake’s foray into the forest for their secret meetings can usually be best described as a leisurely amble – tonight, it’s forgone for a sort of jog as he hurries along the narrow dirt path he knows like the back of his hand, ignoring his embarrassing shortness of breath and the sharp stitch in his side.

It’s strange, the light feeling in his chest – he can’t tell exactly what’s causing it. It’s probably eagerness to finally be alone with Amy after weeks of having to watch her politely but reluctantly spend most of her precious free time in the company of the most boring man in the seven kingdoms. It could be something more akin to dread at the ominous urgency of her message, evident even in Rosa’s deadpan delivery, telling him to get to their clearing as soon as he could.

Above all, he thinks it’s desire – this endless, empty yearning he’s been carrying around with him like an anchor, a powerful heavy longing to hear her melodic laughter or hold her close or even just to have anything more than an apologetic grimace and a tiny soft smile in his direction when she can be sure no-one is looking to get him through the day.

He thought it would be less painful seeing her with Teddy secure in the knowledge that she wasn’t interested – she’d spent most of their last meeting, a stolen moment behind the stables, reassuring Jake that he had absolutely nothing to worry about. It had helped, for a while, but he couldn’t help the ugly jealousy twisting his insides up in knots whenever the prince so much as respectfully shook her hand.

He quickly waves off any more invasive thoughts of Teddy and quickens his pace - whatever this light feeling is, it’s a powerful motivator, and it’s not long before he can hear the trusted babble of the brook which tells him he’s not far from their clearing.

She’s waiting for him, of course – her back is turned and it’s the perfect opportunity to sneak up on her, except he’s too busy being mesmerised by the gentle curl of her shiny dark hair, the way it elegantly cascades down her back. Amy only wears it down here, for him; a flicker of warmth starts to glow in his chest and for the first time all week he feels himself finally relax.

She’s illuminated by the hues of the golden hour, liquid dusk pouring through the trees. A soft halo of light encompasses her almost completely – it’s as if, just for a moment, the forest can appreciate how heavenly she always appears to him. If he feels a thousand times lighter here, he can’t imagine what it must be like for her – how sacred this time they can steal away together is, away from rules and responsibilities and everyone.

He’s escaping throwing away mouldy bread and blowing off work to play card games with Charles – she’s escaping a remarkable life of activism, royal politics, charity work and fancy banquets that he has to cater for. Jake still can’t quite believe after all this time that he’s somehow lucky enough to know her, let alone be with her.

Neither of them care particularly for the crown; here, with him, Amy can be truly herself. She’s pretty awesome as a princess, but as a person she is truly, absolutely radiant in every way he can think of. He clears his throat, soft with unadulterated affection – there are no facades here, no formalities, and he craves her gentle smile more than he ever has before.

The broken, pained look on her tear stained face as she turns towards him practically turns him to ice.

He’s by her side at an instant – she buries her sobs into his chest as he instinctively wraps his arms around her, panic flooding his entire body. He hurries to ask her what’s wrong - she shakes her head so violent he quickly switches to whispering soothing words of comfort, trying to guide her breathing. It only pulls her deeper into hysteria, so instead he strokes her hair and lets her cry herself out.

When she finally looks up at him, he notices two small stray braids in her hair and moves to gently brush them out, affection overpowering everything else. Her eyes are these dark, intense pools that he’d get completely lost in if she’d look at him for more than a second at a time - She moves out of his embrace only to produce some fancy embroidered silk handkerchief from a pocket and dry her tears, averting his gaze as if embarrassed of her outburst.

(He wants nothing more than to tell her that she’s the most beautiful woman in the world even when she has snot dripping from her nose, but he senses now might not be the right time.)

“S-sorry.” She hiccups, taking slow deep breaths; for the first time he notices that she’s trembling and instantly shrugs off his cloak, draping it around her without another word. It’s comically oversized; in another lifetime he would have laughed, but now it’s an effort to even speak with the fear clawing up his insides.

“Ames, what’s wrong? What happened?” She bites her lip, looking down at her clasped hands – her nails, usually pristinely manicured as per professional convention, have been bitten half to death. Something is very, very wrong.

“It’s…It’s Teddy.” She finally manages to croak, and he fears the worst, clenching his fists – something dark and angry must flicker across his face because her eyes widen and she’s quick to elaborate. “Nothing, nothing like that, he’s barely touched me the whole time he’s been here, I thought he got the message but he-“

She takes another shuddering, ragged breath, attempting to compose herself. The light feeling has vanished completely, only to be replaced with heavy, sinking dread as he fears the worst.

“He’s going to propose to me tomorrow morning.” She says, so quietly and so small he can barely hear. “And…and my parents say I have to accept. For the future of the kingdom.”

His stomach drops, and Jake just sinks.

It’s not like they weren’t expecting this – deep down, he’s been dreading since he first kissed her, fearing that this kind of happiness can’t last, knowing that they can’t sneak around for forever. As he’s fallen deeper and deeper in love with Amy, it has become harder and harder to just compartmentalise, to forget, to keep moving forward without fear of what’s in their future. To wonder, heart heavy, if they could ever have one.

He just expected it to happen so soon – in his heart, he’s always naively believed that they still had time, that they never would have to acknowledge the possibility that they might be it for one another and all the terrifying consequences that might bring.

The Santiago royal family has a reputation to uphold, and Jake’s pretty sure that he doesn’t quite fit the image that they’re going for. He’s always been sure that Amy’s fairy-tale happily ever after isn’t designed to have him in it; but knowing that and having to accept that are two very different things. Expecting this doesn’t make it any less like having his heart physically ripped out of his chest.

Nothing could have prepared him for falling in love with the smartest, most determined and most caring woman he’s ever known. Nothing could have prepared him for this kind of pain, ice cold and burning, apocalyptic heartbreak crashing down all at once.

Worst of all, nothing could have ever prepared him for the overwhelming anguish of seeing the same pain reflected back on Amy’s face.

“I won’t do it. They can throw me out or lock me up, I don’t care, I won’t-“

“-Ames, we always knew this could happen-“

“So? That doesn’t make this stupid patriarchal bullshit tradition any less fucked up!” Her anger startles both him and a few nearby nesting birds – he notes a flash of regret in her eyes before her face hardens into a picture of determination.

“I love you. Not Teddy, not anyone else they can set me up with no matter how many troops they’ve commanded or banquets they’ve organised. You. I’m not going to...I could never…” Her lip trembles and he wraps her up in his arms again, desperately trying to remain calm for her sake when all he wants to do is disappear into the forest with her and never come back again.

He’s quiet, for a long time; all that surrounds them is the steady, boundless flow of the nearby stream, crickets chirping at their feet, and the muffled sound of occasional shuddering sobs, slowly petering out as the sun begins to set, revealing muted hues of pink and orange.

Rarely has he ever been rendered speechless – as they find themselves sat together on the mossy ground, resting against the oldest tree in the clearing, hands almost defiantly intertwined, he can’t even begin to vocalise all the things he wants to say. He just wants her.

“Run away with me?”

“Amy…” He tries to be gentle but he just sounds tired, somehow a thousand years older – he feels like the slightest push might crumble him into dust. She places both of her hands in his and he squeezes them on instinct, never wanting to let go.

“I’m serious. Please, I’m not going to just leave you, I can’t…” She trails off again, a fresh wave of tears threatening to consume her. It strikes fear into his heart more than anything else - he’s never seen her like this. He’s comforted her before – he’s found himself paralysed by her searching gaze many times before, but he’s never once found this kind of hollow desperation there.

She’s always calm, always composed in the face of a crisis, the poster child for what a leader should be. Her determination, her fierceness, her outright stubbornness comes as naturally to her as breathing – more than that, they’re some of the endless reasons why (despite his best efforts) he couldn’t help but fall in love with her. Water is wet, the sky is blue, and Amy never runs away from anything.

It occurs to him that, maybe for the first time, she doesn’t know what to do – she’s as lost and hopeless as he is, and that only breaks his heart further.

“I gathered up as much old jewellery and coins as I could find in my room.” Amy takes a weighty velvet pouch from her pocket, shaking it to prompt a jingle as if he needs some kind of proof. “It’s not much, but it’ll be enough to get us over the border. If we left tonight we could be halfway there before anyone even notices I’m gone.” She’s misread his silence for uncertainty, for lack of faith in her - he sighs, long and hard, forces his eyes shut as if to visualise the right words in his mind.

The truth is, he’s thought about them running away together more often than he’d like to openly admit. The prospect of a normal, simple life far away from everything keeping them apart has proved too tempting not to indulge in at least once in a while, more than ever lately since Teddy arrived and they’ve had to be more careful than ever.

He’s got nothing to lose, really – sure, he’d miss his mom, and Charles, probably Rosa, but they could send letters, maybe even visit after a few months. He could bake and Amy could write and they could have a peaceful, idyllic happily ever after they can design for themselves. The truth is, he’d be willing to give up everything he has now for Amy in a heartbeat.

He just can’t let her do the same for him.

“Amy Santiago, I would run away with you anytime, anyplace – but not today.”

“Why not?” Her brows are furrowed so severely fear strikes his heart again for an entirely different reason, but he presses on, allowing a second of regret that they’re not halfway to the border right now before it swallows him up completely.

“Ames, I love you but I can’t let you throw away your entire life just for me – I’m not worth it, I can’t ask you to leave everything behind-“

“- But I don’t care about the royalty-“

“I know, I know. I was talking about your family – your brothers, your parents, Rosa…” She softens a little at that and he takes the opportunity to take her hand and squeeze it. “It’s more than that - you’re a natural leader, Amy. You love what you do and you’re incredible at doing it. You’re too kind and good and brilliant to not do what you do, to not help everyone you can.”

He half expects her to yell at him, throw the bag in his face, storm off into the night – instead, she smiles. It’s small, desperately sad, but it’s something. She reaches up to cup his face and presses a long, languid kiss to his lips – it takes every ounce of willpower he has left not to kiss her like it’s their last night on earth. Despite the odds, he refuses to kiss her like he’s saying goodbye.

“I don’t deserve you.” She says, so softly he can barely hear. He shakes his head – it’s something he’s said to her many, many times before. She’s never once accepted it, and he’s not about to start.

“You deserve the world, Ames. And we both know you’d be terrible at a normal life. No big important galas to organise or constitutions to update? You’d be bored to death by the end of the week.” She exhales a shaky laugh and he nudges her playfully, trying to regain some sense of balance despite his entire universe being shifted off its axis.

For a brief moment, no more tears will fall, no more anger or sense of cosmic injustice seems to coarse through his veins; instead there’s only peace as she nestles into his shoulder and he presses a kiss to the top of her head. It could be minutes, hours, maybe centuries before either of them move again; he’s not sure. All he knows is that whatever time they have left together is far too short.

“So, what do we do now?”

“Watch the sunset and make out and then I’ll go get super drunk and set all the horses from Teddy’s carriage free as an epic revenge prank?” He’s only half joking. “What do you think we should do?”

“I don’t know. If I had more time, I could try and find a loophole, or organise a protest, get a petition together to abolish this stupid tradition once and for all, but…“ She presses her lips together, suddenly lost in thought. He can’t help but feel an almost cruel, blinding twist of affection at the thought of finding someone who’s willing to stage a nationwide protest just to be with him.

For the first time all evening, the tiniest spark of hope begins to flicker and glow.

He’s been thinking about their future a lot, lately; while most of his nightmares feed and grow on his fear on them being forced apart, there’s one other daydream that he’s been having more than ever. He’s had his grandmother’s ring tucked safely away for a long time now. And he’s never really believed in magic, but he thinks if there was any time and place for a tiny miracle then it would probably be here, in this clearing, with her.

He takes a deep breath.

“I…might have an idea.”

“What is it?” She sits up straight and gazes at him attentively as if she’s ready to take notes; he loves her with every fibre of his being.

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, okay? Because this…you deserve to have a choice, Ames, and I don’t want you to think I’m doing this just because I don’t want you to be with him, it’s because I really want to and actually I’ve been thinking about it for a while now even though I know it’s still pretty early, that’s why I didn’t want to say-“

“Spit it out, Peralta.” She cuts his nervous ramblings short, and all the exasperated affection in her voice feels like coming home.

“Right, yeah, okay. Uh, Teddy’s proposing tomorrow morning, right?”

“Yes?”

“So…so what if I, uh, proposed first?” He can’t help the grin that slowly blossoms across his face, even as the momentum of the idea hits them both full force. “Beat him to it, y’know. Can’t marry him if you’re already engaged to someone else, right?” He laughs nervously, already feeling an obscene amount of adrenaline pumping through his body.

She’s silent, obviously stunned – a thick cloud of panic and self-doubt starts to overwhelm him and he instantly starts to backtrack. “Sorry, it’s probably a stupid idea, and like I said it’s absolutely your choice, 100%, but I really love you and-“

“Okay.” She says it slowly, all strong piercing gaze that slowly but surely turns to a warm smile and he thinks his soul might have actually left his body for a second because holy shit, okay, he’s actually going to do this instead of just daydreaming about it whenever he decorates a wedding cake or practising with his grandmother’s ring in the bath.

“Okay?” He asks, surprised by the complete disbelief in his voice; in his searching gaze, he finds the first real hope he’s had all day reflected in her eyes.

“Yeah. Yes! That…that actually could work.” Colour has returned to her face for the first time all evening - her smile is as bright as the sun now, brighter and livelier and so overwhelmingly beautiful. She reigns herself in after a second, however, concern washing over her face, as calm and considerate and Amy as ever.

“But…everyone would know. Are you sure you want that? I can’t ask you to give up your life either…”

“I don’t care.” He grins earnestly, then actually takes a second to think about it. “I mean…obviously, it’s going to be weird. And I know that it’s a huge change, but…” He takes her hand. “I can’t lose you. And I don’t want to sneak around anymore.”

“Neither do I.” Her eyes are crinkled with soft joy

“Okay then. Let’s, uh, get engaged!” He springs up on his feet, enthusiastically pulling her up with him with very little grace. They share a bout of half hysterical, blissful laughter as he gets down on one knee, still holding both her hands in his.

“I, uh, don’t have a ring on me.” He realises, slightly sheepish as her laugh continues to float like bubbles into the summer sunset sky.

“What would you do without me, huh?” She shakes her head, eyes still sparkling with amusement as she quickly drops his hands, digging through her velvet pouch until she finds an ornate gold ring that’s probably worth at least a full year of his salary.

He feels a second of sharp, hot embarrassment, familiar fears of inadequacy that is instantly dulled by the proud beam on her face as she places it into his palm. Of course she’s more prepared for this than he is – which sparks another idea.

“Wait…how about you do this?”

“Are you asking me to propose to you?” She raises an eyebrow, but he holds his ground.

“…Maybe.” He shrugs. “Screw stupid patriarchal bullshit tradition, right?”

The smile on her face is so wide he’s worried it might split her face in two; Jake silently vows there and then to dedicate the rest of his days to doing whatever he can to earn that smile from her.

“Definitely. Yes. Okay, um, let me think of what I want to say first.” He gives her back the ring and studies her fondly as she loses herself deep in thought – he can tell that she’s just itching for her notebook and quill to at least structure an outline first, and it just lights him up inside.

She is so consistent, and he doesn’t have the heart to tell her that she doesn’t really need to say anything at all. He already knows what his answer will be.

“Okay. I’m ready.” She shrugs off his cloak and kneels down opposite him – it’s dizzying. He’s still not sure that this isn’t one big fever dream, but if there’s even the slightest chance that joy like this is real, he’s willing to take it.

“I love you.” She begins; so soft and sincere and already perfect. “I love how you’ve always seen me for me, and not who I’m supposed to be. I love how you always remind me what actually matters. I love how you’ve shown me how to have a life outside of the one that’s always been designed for me.”

She takes a steading, shaky breath; he thinks I love you I love you I love you over and over and over again.

“You have this incredibly kind, good, wonderful heart. You love openly and unashamedly, and I want to love you that same way for the rest of my life, if that’s okay with you.”

He laughs, and it’s shaky too; he can actually feel all the emotion welling up inside of him like it’s all physically lodged in his throat. “It definitely is.”

“Cool.” She beams through tears; this time, her eyes never once leave his. “I want you and no-one else. This has always been my choice to make, and I choose you. Will you marry me?”

He kisses her intently then, unable to hold himself back any longer; he pulls her as close as he can, spinning her around, and it’s joy, the light feeling in his chest – pure unadulterated ecstasy that seems to crackle in the air around them, overwhelming wonder that this kind of happiness can last.

“Is that a yes?” She breathes as they finally break apart, eyes still shut, foreheads still pressed together. Even the rolling waves of the ocean would part for them, now, he’s sure of it. In this moment, the seven kingdoms would crumble and fall before they could be forced apart again.

“God, yes.” He says, kissing her again; the stars are watching fondly by now, and they’ll allow this tiny miracle, give their blessing to the ring that is comically far too small for Jake’s finger and yet also somehow completely perfect. He murmurs it against her lips, then into the top of her head as they hold each other, again and again and again until the word loses all meaning altogether.

He’s late home that night, too – but the light feeling in his chest never falters.

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She’s late. It worries him.

Only by a minute or two, not long enough to justify sounding the castle alarms or bursting dramatically into her chambers. Barely enough to even be worried, and yet still enough to get him pacing frantically up and down the corridor outside the library – Amy’s favourite spot in the entire castle.

It has the most beautiful view of the lake and the forest beyond it; amongst a maelstrom of other feelings, he has a yearning to just drop everything and run out there now.  The only thing keeping him anchored to castle grounds is the deep rooted  fear of Amy herself probably executing him herself if he didn’t show up to this dinner.

(She’s been planning every intricate detail of this event for weeks; all he has to do is wear this ridiculous fancy outfit and not embarrass himself in front of her entire family. Easier said than done, especially as most of said family don’t exactly approve of their engagement.)

It’s love for Amy too, of course, that’s always kept him anchored; it’s why the familiar click-clack of her heels on the old wooden floor coming ever closer elicits such a fresh breath of relief.

“Hey, you wanted to see me?” She says, or at least that’s what he thinks she’s says; when he finally lays eyes on her Jake is slightly too busy being overwhelmed at the glowing presence before him to process anything else. He realises his mouth is hanging open a few seconds too late and promptly closes it, finding a quiet delight in the unmistakable blush on her cheeks.

“Oh, wow. You look beautiful.” She does; her ballgown is an sophisticated shade of dark red that compliments her perfectly, her skirt almost creating the illusion of floating as it wafts behind her. She’s all soft, practically lit up, the epitome of poise and grace – best of all, her hair, usually formally tied back in tight, complicated braids, falls loose in perfect curls that elegantly frame her face.

She looks like an oil painting, a masterpiece flawlessly sculpted and come to life - he is the luckiest man on earth.

“Thank you.” She smiles, shyly at first, before her grin broadens to mirror his own. “You look beautiful too.”

“Thanks.” He pulls a face, tugs at the stiff, almost suffocating collar of his fancy velvet cloak. “Kinda feels like I’m playing dress up.”

The brief respite of being completely mesmerised by his fiancée is quickly over; as if she can sense his shift in mood Amy steps closer to him, placing a comforting hand over his heart which he instinctively holds close.

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

He clenches his free fist, anxiety running white hot. “I feel like…it’s stupid.” He wants to run away more than ever, but her searching expression tells him she won’t let this go.

“What if I use the wrong fork?” He finally blurts, brain running wild with the conspiracy theory that this engagement dinner is really just a golden shining opportunity for Amy’s family to poke and prod at everything that’s ever made him feel not good enough for her.

She furrows her brow in confusion; he sighs, running his hand through his hair and then instantly worrying that he’s messed that up too. “What if I don’t use the fancy napkins correctly or I stain this fancy outfit or I don’t address the guests with their correct titles or-“

“- Jake –“

“- I just…don’t wanna mess this up. I don’t want your family to hate me more than they already do, and I know it doesn’t matter because the only thing that matters is what you think but…I just want to be…” He sighs again, frustration making his words dense and unusually heavy – this is a burden he’s been carrying around for a long time. “I just want to be good enough.”

“Jake.” She says again, more firmly than last time – when he forces himself to meet her gaze, there is already infinite comfort in her reassuring smile.

“You know why I’ve put so much effort into this stupid dinner?” He shakes his head. “It’s because I want to give my family the opportunity to see just how amazing you are.”

“You’re not going to mess this up – even if you do, you said it yourself. It doesn’t matter.” She pauses for emphasis, gently squeezing his hand. “Whatever happens, I’m going to be beside you the whole time. My family are going to have to accept that sooner or later, whether they approve or not.”

Her eyes glitter with familiar unshakeable determination and he feels his heart swell with gratitude. Water is wet, the sky is blue and Amy loves him. It doesn’t matter if he’s never sure of anything else again – that one certainty is more than enough to silence the doubts roaring in his chest.

“You’re amazing.” His tone is nothing but reverent; she blushes again.

“So are you. And half of my brothers already love you anyway. Manny’s practically desperate for your autograph.” They share a warm smile; for a second, he indulges in their own little bubble of happiness, letting the rest of the world fall away. He can’t wait to be married to her.

“Oh, wait.” He smacks his palm against his forehead, eyes wide. “I nearly forgot – uh, hold on a second.” He fumbles with the clasp of his cloak, undoing it to hastily reach for the ring he has safely tucked away in the breast pocket. He produces it with a theatrical flourish, and her eyes light up.

“Is that-“

“-My grandmother’s, yeah.” He grins brightly before gently slipping it on to her finger. She holds her hand up to the light to admire it properly; he’s sure it’s tiny glinting diamond barely compares to what she’s used to, but he hopes the sentimental value gives it more weight.

“I know it’s small, but-“

“It’s beautiful.” She says earnestly, quelling his fears yet again. “I love it. Thank you.” She cups his jaw and kisses him softly – the cool metal against his skin makes him smile against her lips, a twin to the ornate gold ring hanging around his neck.

“She would have really loved you.” He says, sincere; she quietly glows with pride and they share  another smile, this one rudely interrupted by the chiming of the clock tower outside. Amy’s eyes widen and she gives him an apologetic grimace, groaning in frustration.

“Oh no, I have to meet with the Ambassador about those new trading routes…”

“It’s fine.” He says, then laughs when she still looks concerned, waving her off. “Go! I’ll still be here when you get back, I promise.” No matter how much he loves the forest, he has no desire to escape there now that he’s found something so much more liberating.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” She frowns, glancing at the clock again - for once his certainty refuses to waver.

“Of course I will. I’ve got you.”

“You’re so cheesy.”

“See you at eight.” He salutes playfully; she rolls her eyes and kisses him quick before striding off to go save the world.

As he watches her go, no ache of longing or yearning follows - he smiles to himself before heading down to the kitchen to see what samples of tonight’s feast he can persuade Charles to give him. It’s freeing, the ring around his neck - he doesn’t need to worry about what’s in their future or when the next precious second they can steal away together will be.  

They’ve got all the time in the world.

#b99 summer 2019 fic exchange #b99fandomevents #b99 #b99 fic #jake x amy #peraltiago #my writing #i am...a puddle #hope you enjoy <3

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Extraordinary//Young!Michael Langdon x Fem!Reader

Request- Could you write a young Michael fic where the reader comforts him while he’s learning how to use his powers and her just being so proud of him 24/7 and encouraging him and it’s really fluffy like y’all are THAT couple bc I’m sorry young Michael’s vulnerable ass gets soooo attached to the people he loves and if he can tell you’re genuine? He’s yours for life and that the tea. 

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This is literally the sweetest thing I've ever written. 

Warnings- f l u f f 

Word Count- 2500+ 

“We don’t typically allow women here…” one of the leaders spoke, staring at me uncomfortably.

“Michael refuses to stay unless she is allowed to stay with him…” the instructor who brought me here said.

I stood next to Michael gripping the sleeve of his suit jacket. He smiled at me softly.

“So be it. She can stay, as long as she stays by his side. I don’t trust any of these boys around here…”

“Wonderful. Let me show you guys to your room. Now, because of these… special circumstances, you are staying in a private room. We can’t have the others left alone with a girl. Much too vulnerable.”

I bit my lip, I had to admit I was nervous. When Michael came to my door I was surprised to see him. He was my neighbor, he had always been the quiet and reserved type. I was infatuated with him though, the way his blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, his smile he let slip occasionally.

We became friends quickly, we usually stayed outside together, taking walks or lounging on the porch. He was shy at first, but he blossomed like a rose once he felt comfortable around me.

It made my heart soar, I always knew there was something special about Michael, and it made me happy he felt comfortable around me.

I definitely had a little crush on him. Ok, maybe more than a little crush. But who could blame me? Usually, he came to see me in the evenings, Ms. Mead, who I came to know as his adoptive mother was cautious around me at first. Protective of him. Once she got to know me, and she knew my intentions were genuine she happily let Michael see me.

The night I realized I was in love with Michael, we were watching the sunset. Laying in the grass in my backyard I was on my side facing Michael, he was on his back.

“(Y/N),” he asked turning to face me.

“Mhm?” I said, enjoying the way his hair fell around his face, his hair was one of my favorite features on him.

“Do you… care about me?”

I was taken aback by his question. He was never this forward with me.

“Of course Michael. Why? Do you think I don’t care about you?”

“No it’s not that…” he said softly. He gently raised his hand to my face, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I could feel my face heat up as his fingers gently grazed my skin.

“Then what is it?”

Michael sat up, facing away from me. I sat up too, placing a hand gently on his shoulder.

“What is it, Michael?” I asked again, I heard him sigh. He was clenching his fists again.

He turned to me and before I knew it he placed his hand on my face and pulled me into a kiss.

I was shocked at first. Michael was kissing me. Like, actually kissing me. He pulled away much quicker than I would’ve liked.

“I-I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that…” he said awkwardly, his eyes searching my face as I stared at him.

I shook my head and smiled, finding my bravery and kissing him again. This time, I closed my eyes and felt the softness of his velvet lips on mine. He kissed me gently at first, before wholeheartedly embracing me, wrapping his arms around me, I did the same, my fingers laced in his hair, feeling the softness of the waves I had dreamt about running my fingers through. My heart was beating fast in my chest, but I couldn’t concentrate on anything except the feeling of him against me. He held me tightly, kissing me like his life depended on it.

By the time he finally pulled away, the sun had completely set in the sky.

I gently touched my lips, swollen from the intensity of his kiss. He smiled at me broadly. His eyes crinkled at the edges in an endearing way.

“(Y/N),” he said as he took my hands in his. Sitting on his knees In front of me.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

I had never felt as happy as I did then at that moment. I excitedly wrapped my arms around his neck and he fell backward into the grass, with me practically on top of him.

“I love you too Michael… I love you so much…” I could feel tears start to form in my eyes at my confession. I hadn’t realized it until now, but I had been in love with him the entire time I’d known him.

There was always something about Michael Langdon that drew me in. He was like a drug that I never wanted to stop taking. A high I felt every minute we spent together. I could’ve died at this moment and been okay with it.

Michael wrapped himself around me again, holding me tightly to his chest.

“I’m never letting you go (Y/N)...”

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It had been over a week since I had last seen or heard from Michael. It was making me feel increasingly nervous as the days went on. I knocked on his door, but no one answered. I was initially worried he had changed his mind about me, but I brushed that thought off. Michael had a habit of getting himself into trouble, and he would never tell me about it. It worried me, but I wasn’t going to pry in his business.

The most intimate thing I knew that he didn’t really tell me about was his mother's particular religion. I didn’t really care. Who am I to judge? But Michael wasn’t happy when I found out, but he seemed relieved in a way. It didn’t change how I saw him, he was still Michael Langdon to me. The beautiful boy from next door.

And then one day, he showed up.

I breathed a heavy sigh of relief when I opened the front door to see him standing there.

He was wearing a suit, with a satin bow tied around his neck. His hair was styled instead of his usually messy curls. it took my breath away.

Then I noticed the cut on his cheek, healing but still noticeable.

“Michael are you ok?” I asked as I looked up At him with worry, I went to touch his face but he grabbed my hand. He held it in his for a moment.

“I’m the best I’ve ever been.”

I didn’t believe Michael when he told me He was some sort of wizard or something. A warlock, he called himself.

“Trust me.” He said as he took my hand and lead me to the car.

“Where are we going?” I pulled him to a stop. “A school. They’re going to teach me to use my power…” he said like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“I don’t understand Michael. What do you mean?” I was utterly confused at this point.

He smiled at me affectionately as he took my hands in his.

“Look,” he spoke softly, gesturing to the front door. It swung open like a gust of wind had blown it open, and then my bag literally floated out of the door.

“What the fuck,” I said dumbfounded, he waved his hand again, making the bag float it’s way over to our side.

“You’re already packed, let’s go. I’m not leaving without you.” he began to usher me into the car.

I was speechless, my brain trying to find a solution to what Michael just did, but I blanked.

“Trust me (Y/N), you’ll figure it out soon enough.” He slid into the back seat next to me. taking my hand in his, he kissed my forehead. It was comforting. I felt all the anxiety I had built up inside me while he was gone melt away with his touch.

“I trust you…” I said softly, eyeing the man in the front seat driving. He was stoic but seemed friendly enough.

“Don’t worry Ms. (Y/L/N),” he spoke up, “No harm will come to you and Mr. Langdon. He has an extraordinary gift, and we want to help him learn and expand his abilities.”

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“This will be your room.” He led us into a wide open space, a queen sized bed sat in the middle of the room. Not much else decorated the room except a desk, dresser, and a fireplace that wasn’t lit.

“It’s a little dark,” I said laughing a little. The instructor smiled at me and waved his hand. The fireplace burst into flame. Michael and I both looked at each other, I was more surprised than he was.

“That was cool! Can I try?” Michael said excitedly. I wasn’t used to him being so enthusiastic about something, except maybe breakfast. The Instructor smiled at him and made the same gesture. This time extinguished the flame.

“Concentrate on what you want to happen Michael.” He spoke, Michael let go of my hand and looked at me reassuringly.

Michael stepped away from me, taking a focusing breath, before stretching his hand toward the fireplace, within a second it burst into flame again.

“Impressive-” The instructor started to say, but Michael wasn’t finished. He waved his hand again and the flames turned from their orange hue to a brilliant pink.

‘Wow…” I stared in shock, Michael smiled at me triumphantly.

“You show a lot of promise Michael. I know you will do great here. Dinner for everyone is at 6. Ms. (Y/N), If anyone bothers you please let one of the heads know. They will be punished accordingly.” He said as he left the room, shutting the heavy door behind him.

“Michael I really can’t believe all this… I mean, I knew you were special… but wow.”  I said as a gazed into the flickering pink flames.

Michael smiled at me again, I had never seen him smile so much and it was making my heart happy.

“I’m glad you are with me.” He said softly, I nodded.

I walked up to his side and gently caressed his cheek where the cut was.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” I asked again, he shook his head.

“I’m sure you’ll hear someone say something about it…” He sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling me down next to him.

“It’s ok, you can tell me anything.”

Michael explained to me what happened that day in the grocery store. How the butcher rudely insulted his mother, and how he couldn’t control his anger. He told me, again and again, he didn’t know what he was doing, and it just happened so fast. I should’ve felt shocked, scared even. Michael had admitted that he had killed someone.

I just didn’t.

“He was a dick anyways,” I said, Michael looked up at me and laughed. A tear streaked down his cheek.

He pulled me into a kiss again. I gently wiped his tears away as I kissed him, resting my other hand on his chest as he kissed me, slowly picking up the pace. He bit my bottom lip gently, sending my brain into a frenzy.

We continued to kiss like this for several minutes, I could feel myself losing my grip on reality as his placed soft kisses on my neck, the sensitive skin tingling with his touch. He brought his lips up to my ear, before whispering “I missed you,” In a voice that made me melt.

I was shaking by the time he stopped kissing me, my breathing ragged and my heart pounding. Michael smirked at my appearance.

“No one is allowed to touch you except me.” He said in a serious tone, I nodded.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way, you’re the only one I want Michael."  

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After a few weeks, Michael was surpassing everyone. Even people who had been here many months more than him. He was becoming a man I greatly admired, his confidence had grown tenfold and his personality showed it. He went from the timid Michael that I knew most of the time to a much more confident, almost cocky Michael. He strode around the school, confidence in every step he took.

It was actually very sexy.

It was becoming increasingly harder for me to keep my hands off him, especially at night when we were alone. Sleeping in the same bed with him was becoming a monumental task of personal willpower.

I wasn’t really experienced in the realm of sex, and I wasn’t sure about Michael. I wasn’t going to make a move on him until he did. He didn’t exactly make it easy for me. The other night he changed in front of me, making sure he watched my eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt agonizingly slow. I could've sworn my nose was bleeding by the end of it. He laughed. That didn’t help either.

I usually followed him to all his classes, per the instructor's rules. Leaving Michaels side wasn’t recommended. I knew why, too. Some of the boys here where downright gross. Everyone that even looked at me wrong got a glare from Michael if they were lucky. The unlucky ones tended to get more than they bargained for.

After more than one incident of boys mysteriously flying across the room and hitting a wall, the others stopped messing around.

One thing I had learned about Michael during our time here, was that he loved to show off. If someone did something, he always made a point to do it better. I was constantly impressed by him.

On the rare occasion that he had trouble, I was always by his side. A soothing touch always brought him peace.

Some of the guys didn’t go after me. Some of them went after Michael. It was entertaining most of the time. Like the time a boy was sitting next to me while Michael was doing something with one of the instructors, he whispered in my ear.

“Damn girl… I can’t believe you get that all to yourself.”

I burst out laughing in the quiet room. Michael quirked an eyebrow at me and smiled to himself. I knew without a doubt he had heard, he always listened to what was going on around me.

“I don’t know either,” I responded honestly.  Michael was definitely a man no one could resist.

Other times, It was a little less entertaining. No one was stupid enough to touch him but they definitely undressed him with their eyes on many occasions. I know Michael noticed too, his eyes would find mine in the room and he’d give me a knowing look.

I was jealous too, everyone here was talented. I wished I had been special too. I was bland if I compared myself to anyone else here. I felt insecure about it. I worried I wasn’t good enough for him. I knew female witches existed, but I had never met one. I didn’t express my thoughts to Michael about myself, but he always made a point to reassure me. He whispered that he loved me every moment he could, left marks on my skin that showed everyone I belonged to him.

“You guys are disgustingly sweet.” One of the boys said one morning during breakfast. I was resting my head on Michael, his arm was wrapped around me protectively.  

“I’ve got to keep what’s mine.” He smiled down at me and placed a quick kiss on my lips.

Multiple groans rang out from the table, and I laughed.

“If you had someone like this you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off them either,” I said, a few nodded in agreement.

“Live your best life girl.” The same guy from before said, this time making Michael laugh.

It was my favorite sound to hear. I was infatuated, Michael was becoming the person he was always meant to be. I got to be by his side, and for that, I was eternally grateful for.

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Partner In Crime part 6.

[MASTERLIST.]

Part 5.

Wrapping the thick fluffy blanket over her shivering body, Lyla reached one frozen hand out shakily, stuffing another chocolate in her mouth.

There was no point even attempting to fix the heating problem, she’d lived here long enough to know that she was clueless when it came to anything like this. And Zig was so handy. He’d know exactly what to do. Shame he was out again, with his new girlfriend Cherry. Whore.

Lyla smiled to herself as the word danced on the tip of her tongue, accidentally spilling out to the empty apartment. Zig could keep her for all she cared, if he was willing to do the dirty with someone named Cherry of all the fucking names under the sun, then he could keep her and all the STI’s she was bound to have picked up. Slut. Lyla managed to keep that last insult to herself, pulling the last chocolate from the box into her mouth, barely taking the time to savour the taste.

Who says she needed Zig anyway? If she sat here for the next three days eating chocolate then there was a small chance her wedding dress would no longer fit surely. You can’t get married without a dress right? Knowing Dean he’d have a back up dress, and a back up for that one too. She’d come up with all kinds of solutions to her problem this evening, every one of them knocked back. Run away? Too obvious! Dean was a rich prick, he’d hire someone to sniff her out in an instant. Lock the door and barricade herself in the apartment? He’d either pay to have the damn building knocked down or he’d just leave her to starve to death. The latter being her preference if she had a choice in the matter.

Lyla sank back onto the couch, pulling the blanket over her head and huddling under it’s warmth. The overwhelmingly familiar scent that she knew as Zig’s stung her nostrils, feeling a sharp stab of pain surface unexpectedly. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care.

She shot up hurriedly at the rapping on the door, blanket trailing on the floor as she padded over to the peephole.

“Aaron?” Her nose scrunched up in confusion as she pulled the door open.

“Hey chickadee. Woah, why’s it feel like the North Pole in here?” Aaron stepped forward and around her, heading straight for the kitchen.

“The man of the house is out.” Lyla replied dryly. “And the heating’s on the blink again.”

Aaron dipped his head under a white cabinet in the corner of the kitchen, hands twisting a few knobs. Huh, so that’s what that thing is!

“No worries, I cracked it! Sucks that Zig is out though, it’s been a while since we last caught up!”

“Wasn’t he just round yours a few nights ago? He slept in until 6pm the next day, said it had been a long one with you.”

“Ahh sorry chicky, I don’t think so. That’s why I came round actually, to check Zig’s okay. It’s been weeks since we last hung out. Is something going on?”

Lyla’s stomach dropped, tears pricking the back of her eyes as realisation sunk in. He’d been lying to her all along. He’d been fucking that bitch this whole time.

***

“So Ziggy, I’m only in town for a few more nights. Can I count on your company?” As she shook her deep red mane the perfect waves fell just short of her breasts, tightly compacted into a figure hugging dress. Not that Zig had even noticed.

He took a steady sip from his bottle, running over how to play this in his head. “Do you have to go?” What the hell was that you desperate fuck?!

She ran her tongue along her lips, thick with sticky gloss and overly plump. “You’re sweet baby, but we both know this isn’t going anywhere.”

Uncertain how to respond, Zig found himself giving her the slightest nod in recognition, a meek smile on show.

“For what it’s worth Zig I appreciate you taking the time to get to know me.”

“Of course why wouldn’t I...”

“We don’t need to pretend any more sweetie. I know you aren’t interested in me. Don’t get me wrong, i’ve had fun playing with you, but you’re a good boy at heart. I’d eat you alive given the chance.”

“I...”

“You have a girlfriend, I know.”

“How?” He felt a warm rush creep over him at her choice of words, the idea of Lyla being his girlfriend one day, after all this shit was over, made him giddy with excitement. But how could Cherry possibly know that? He’d been careful not to mention Lyla’s name, not wanting to drag her into this mess if he could help it.

“What I wouldn’t give to have someone look at me the way you do when you think about her. You’re so oblivious, it’s adorable. Those pretty little eyes of yours light up all of a sudden, and it’s like I don’t exist, no one else exists. You can carry on a conversation but you’re not really here. Don’t even think about denying it, after all these dinners we’ve been on I think i’ve finally got you sussed.”

Zig was rendered speechless, taking a moment to catch himself. Good going Zig!

“Am I that obvious?” She offered him a teasing smile, the bags under her eyes crinkling upwards as her face stretched wide, despite the mound of make up attempting to hide them.

“Even if I wasn’t so good at reading people, there’s no way I could ever miss that massive hickey you’ve been sporting all week.”

Zig’s hand swiftly trailed to the sensitive spot on his neck, the once dark purple bruise having faded to a yellowing brown. He’d completely forgotten it even existed, his mind fixed on more important matters recently. He felt a pang of regret as his mind wandered to Lyla. How little he’d seen of her recently, how badly she must be feeling. He just needed her to hang on a little longer. There were just three days left until the wedding and he wasn’t about to give up now. He was close to finding a way out of this, he could feel it.

“Which leads me on to my first question. What are you doing here with me? I get the impression it’s the last place on Earth you want to be.”

“That’s...not entirely true. I could think of worse places for sure. You are a lovely girl Cherry.” A genuine smile slipped into place. He meant it. As much as he didn’t want to have to be in this position, dipping into what little savings he had to take out a stranger every night in the hope she would eventually open up to him about her idiot ex boyfriend, she had been friendly and kind, despite clearly seeing through him.

“Okay sweet boy, save the speech. My next question for you is how did you find me?”

“With great difficulty. Sheer grit and determination some might say.”

She chuckled warmly, casting him an appraising look, teeth sinking into one talon like ruby red fingernail, a decoy to hide the sincere smile slowly spreading.

“Alright alright. I have my fair share of secrets myself, I’ll let you keep yours. Just let me tell you something handsome. I suspect me and you may have a common enemy. And he’s the reason why I have to skip town soon.”

“Why?” Zig sat forward in his seat abruptly, back straightening, eager to hear more.

“This is my life now. This is the only way to stay safe. As a matter of fact, i’ve never risked so much before as I have recently just by being here with you.” Cherry discreetly glanced around the restaurant, seeming to be on edge all of a sudden.

“Will you tell me about him?”

“Is there any point? You already know anyway. What’s the plan here kid, get me to stand up and testify for you somewhere that Dean’s a dirty scumbag that beats women up because he can?”

“He...Hurt you? He hit you?” Shit. Lyla swore he’d never gone as far as to hit her, but what did Cherry stand to gain from lying about it to a stranger? That made no sense. She was telling the truth.

Her eyebrows raised as she watched his face in silence for a minute before continuing. “And the rest.”

His mouth gaped open, fear stabbing his chest as his thoughts turned to Lyla.

“He had me fooled for a while. We were young, first proper relationship for both of us. I thought I was in love with him. Sure, he was controlling. But in a way it turned me on. And the possessiveness, I liked it. I thought that’s what I wanted. Someone to tell me I was theirs so often I couldn’t possibly forget. I got a rise out of his jealousy, it made me feel sexy and wanted. I struggled for years afterwards, thinking I was the fucked up one. I was so young, naive and stupid.” Her chin wobbled as she placed a hand over her mouth, taking a moment to compose herself.

Zig reached over, placing a comforting hand on the top of her shoulder, a weak smile the only response for a full minute.

“Anyway it is what it is. As soon as he got that ring on my finger everything changed for the worst.”

Zig’s head snapped up. “Ring?”

Her head bobbed up and down in an uncertain nod. “I thought you knew. That’s why you went to the trouble of tracking me down right?”

Zig’s brow furrowed in confusion, words failing him.

“It seems Dean has done a good job of covering his tracks then. Money will do that for you. Of course his parents know, they were the only witnesses we actually had, he arranged the whole thing. They put on a good show, but deep down I know they are terrified of him. They know what he really is. He’s the one with all the cash these days, he’s the powerful one. They’ll stick by him no matter what.”

Zig ran a shaky hand through his hair, struggling to control his breathing. “So you end up leaving Dean, get a divorce and he pays you off to keep quiet. Why are you constantly moving around then?”

“What...No. That’s not right! I don’t need or want that prick’s money. I ran away and I left him yes, but there’s a reason I’m always on the move.”

“What are you saying Cherry?”

“We never got divorced. We’re still married.”

***

Zig all but skipped through the apartment door, gathering Lyla up in his arms and spinning them both round on the spot just once, before he recoiled, her hands slapping at his chest hard. As her feet settled onto the ground she wasted no time in putting distance between them, her eyes dark and cold.

“Don’t.” Lyla barked, a blush creeping up her neck as she struggled to control her anger.

“What’s going on Lyla?” Deep grooves surfaced as Zig’s forehead crinkled in confusion.

“As if you don’t know! Are you that fucking blind?”

“Talk to me baby.”

“Don’t you dare! Don’t act like you give a damn about me. I trusted you Zig...I...fucking trusted you!

The sound of Lyla’s sobs echoed through the silent apartment. Taking a tentative step towards her, Zig winced, resisting the urge to clutch at his chest as it painfully hammered away quickly, too quickly, on the brink of breaking there and then.

“Please talk to me.” He managed, his voice wobbling as his nerve slipped.

Lyla’s eyes narrowed as she rounded on him, jabbing him harshly in the chest with one pointy finger, throwing as much of her weight behind it as possible.

“Now you want to talk? So you can sweet talk me like you did before? I thought you were different Zig. I thought you actually gave a damn about me. Yet here you are, thinking with your dick and fucking around like every other jerk out there.”

At some point she’d traded sharp jabbing fingers for heavy relentless pounding. Zig stood there, too shell shocked to react, taking the full force of her anger wordlessly. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“I... What?” His scrambled mind started racing, trying to make sense of the accusations she was so freely throwing around.

“Just so you know, she’s definitely a stripper at the very least with a name like Cherry.” Lyla’s voice was dripping with sarcasm, her mouth twisted into a unpleasant smirk.

Zig’s pounding heart stopped thrashing at the sound of Cherry’s name. How the hell did Lyla find out about that? And why was she so angry? All he’d done was try to help.

His mouth took over, a quick comment slipping out before he had a chance to even process what he was saying. “I’m pretty sure that’s not her real name.”

Lyla’s eyes blazed as she bit back equally quickly. “Look at you defending her, how sweet. Well I hope she’s worth it all Zig.”

“What the fuck is going on? This is all for you Lyla. For us. You need to listen to me.”

“No Zig. I’m done with you.” The definitive tone in her voice made Zig suddenly take note of his surroundings, eyes falling on two buldging suitcases at the hallway entrance.

“What the...”

“I’m moving in with Dean.”

“You what? Why Lyla? Whatever you think is going on, it's not worth running away to shack up with that vile prick!”

Lyla’s back straightened, her face impassive. “Say what you want about him Zig, but one thing I can tell you is he would never cheat on me.” Her eyes searched his, before roaming his face. She took her time, following every inch of his face, committing it to memory, before snapping them shut, head lowered, unable to look at him any longer.

“I’ve already blocked your number. And for the record, you're not welcome at the wedding. Neither of us want you there. Goodbye Partner.” Her bottom lip trembled, faltering for just a second, before collecting her bags and striding out of the door, leaving Zig rooted to the spot reeling. Fuck!

Part 7.

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Ma Baglamukhi Dham Nalkheda/ Ma Baglamukhi Havan/ Pandit Ji Nalkheda

                                               MA BAGLAMUKHI

Baglamukhi or Bagalā (Sanskrit: बगलामुखी) is one among the mahavidyas (great wisdom/science), a gaggle of ten Tantrik deities in Hinduism. Devi Bagalamukhi crashes the devotee's false impression and misbeliefs (or the devotee's enemies) together with her cudgel. The word "Bagala" springs from the word "Valga" (meaning – bridle or to rein in) which, became "Vagla" then "Bagla".The Devi has 108 different names (some others also call her by 1108 names). Bagalamukhi is usually referred to as Pitambari Maa in North India, the goddess related to yellow color or golden color. She sits on a golden throne having pillars ornamented with various jewels and has three eyes, which symbolizes that she will impart ultimate knowledge to the devotee. As per dhyan mantra which shows the same - Sauvarnasan samsthitaam trinayana

Bagalamukhi is one of the ten forms of the wise Devi, denoting a potent female primeval force.

The main temples dedicated to Bagalamukhi or Bagala Devi are located at Bagalamukhi Temple, Nalkheda Madhya Pradesh, Bugiladhar, Ghuttu Uttarakhand, Kamakhya Temple, Guwahati, Assam, and Kangra, Himachal Pradesh.

In the Satya Yuga (the first epoch in Hindu cosmology), an excellent storm started destroying Creation. The god Vishnu was disturbed and performed soberness to appease the goddess Parvati onshore of Haridra Sarovar, the lake of turmeric. Pleased with Vishnu, the goddess appeared and carried forth her manifestation Bagalamukhi from the lake. Bagalamukhi neutralized the storm, restoring order in the universe.

Another tale is the book that a demon named Madan acquired Vak-siddhi, by which whatever he said came true. He misused it to bother humans and murder people. The gods beseeched Bagalamukhi. The goddess seized the demon's tongue and stopped his power. Madan requested the goddess that he is worshipped with her; the goddess granted him this boon, before killing him.

Bagalamukhi is strongly connected with the yellow colour. She dresses in yellow clothes and ornaments. Many texts describe her affinity to the colour; yellow is an integral part of her worship customs. Bagalamukhi is pacified with yellow offerings by devotees wearing yellow, seated on a yellow cloth. Yellow turmeric bead rosary is used in her Japa (repetition) of her names or mantra (prayer). The colour yellow is linked with the Sun, gold, the earth, grain, and fire, representing auspiciousness, bountifulness, and purity. Yellow turmeric is associated with marriage. This is why goddess Bagalamukhi is additionally referred to as Pitambhara Devi.

Bagalamukhi is praised as the giver of supernatural powers (siddhis) or magical powers (riddhis).what language is this?

In ‘Bagalamukhistotratram’, a neighborhood of ‘Rudrayamala’ (a famous Tantra work), there are hymns in praise of the powers of Goddess Bagalamukhi – “Vadi Mukati Rankati Kshitipatirvaishwanarah Sheetati Krodhi Samyati Durjanah Sujanati Khsipranugah Khanjati. Garvi Khanjati Sarvaviccha Jarati Tvanmantrinaamantritah Srinitye Baglamukhi Pratidinam Tubhyam Namah “(By the effect of Your Mantra good speakers become speechless; rich become beggars; devastating fire gets cooled. The anger of the angry person is removed; an evil-minded person converts well. The quick-moving person becomes crippled. The conceit of the conceited person is reduced. A knowledgeable person nearly becomes a fool. Salutations to the compassionate Bagalamukhi!)

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Gut Feeling

* First time, I’ve posted in a long time. It’s just a one shot. Just wrote it on my phone, let whatever come out. I just needed to dive in and get back to things. It’s quite different than what I’ve written before and, hopefully, that’s okay.

Warning: angsty, angsty, angsty. 

10 miles almost exactly, but it felt like a day long journey for the exhausted and thinly worn out rock star. Even though he had dosed off while riding shot gun twice in the twenty nine minute car ride back to the Chateau Marmont from Chinatown, Luke still felt like he had been sitting silently for a twenty four hour period. He couldn’t remember when the last time he went a half hour without noise. He could hear his brain, smaller somehow, clanking around in his skull like dice in a Yahtzee cup. It seemed to burn every time it smacked up against one of the walls. As much as his murderous headache appreciated the quiet, he wished terribly that you would speak. If he was sure of anything at the moment, it was that you hadn’t so much as looked at him since picking him up.

“Thanks again for the ride.” Voice groggy as if it had traveled through wet mud to come out from his throat, Luke said honestly. He unbelted himself from the chair and reached his arm over to run a hand down your hair, leaning in for a kiss on the side of your temple. He was completely unaware of just how rancid he smelled.

“Luke - “ The moment his hand wrapped around the handle of your car door, you broke your own silence. This couldn’t wait. While you were still speechless, you knew you need to deal with this right away before anything else happened or you simply lost your nerve. “Close the door.” Looking forward, scared of how you’d feel if you saw him in his current state, you softly instructed. A finger barely uncurled from the rest of your cold hand to point to the very door that you wanted him to shut.

He was hesitant, but Luke quietly followed your instructions and  leaned back in the chair while you rested your forehead on the steering wheel in front of your own tired body. All he wished for in the world was to lay down under a soft blanket and to slip into sleep for the rest of the day. However, Luke had pushed through this sort of stale hungover pain before. Hell, he had performed in the similar states.

“This is too much.” Mumbling into your hands, you shared, leaning your head from shoulder to shoulder without letting your skin leave the wheel. “You’ve got to get it together.” Your fingers stretched at your closed eyelids, pulling them in separate directions as you leaned back and stifled a yawn.

“Babe,  it was just a fucked up night. That’s all.” His explanations, if any, were always simple. It didn’t matter what scenario the guitarist found himself in. It was always ‘no big deal’. “That’s never happened before.”

“Yeah, but the way things have been going lately I’m not sure it won’t happen again.” Your voice nearly cracked as you finally slid your view to him, worried that you might sound more like his mother than his partner at the moment. He looked expressionless, but you knew he heard you. It was hard for Luke to show any sign of life when he mirrored death’s wet dream. “It’s a very weird feeling,” You started to try to explain. “to be grateful that your favourite person crashed head on into traffic light.”  As you spoke, you watched Luke as he sighed into  himself, his head falling to his shoulder and his eyes fighting to stay open just a sliver. “You could have killed someone. You could have killed yourself.” Instead he had just major damage to Los Angeles city property. “There’s uber, you have a limo company on speed dial, there’s me, there’s any number of your friends or your manager - “ You could have continued on with your list, but Luke let out a groan from behind his cement chest that made you pause. “Luke, you’re lucky they don’t ban you from entering the United States. You were three points over the legal limit.”

“It…was…a…mistake.” Through grit teeth, over-pronouncing each syllable, Luke locked eyes with you. His gaze was cold and he used the morsel of energy he had to make it clear he understood the point. If he could feel anything beyond exhaustion, Luke would have been ashamed, but for now he would disguise it was irritation. “It was a mistake.” Sighing, he softened slightly and repeated himself.

“What about the drugs they found in your jacket? Was that a mistake?”

“Oh come on, it was weed.” He rolled his eyes before finding your unamused stare hadn’t lifted from him. “And one tab.”

Silence fell between the both of you again. It was lighter than it had been on the drive. Now it was evident that there was something to say and his hangover took a backseat to worry. Luke took one hand from between his knees and reached for yours as it cupped the wheel.

“Luke, I have a son. I have to make the right choices for his life.”

“What?” Now, he was focused. You had his attention the way you wish you had the first time you two talked about how belligerent and stupid he could be when he mixed hard liquor and beer. “Sam can’t even read. He doesn’t know what happened.” Luke might not have been Sam’s father, but your little buddy had quickly become one of Luke’s favorite parts of his life. He didn’t like that you didn’t want him to be around Sam right now. It hurt more than his ribs did from the car crash.

“It’s not about that!” You shouted, forgetting all about the state of Luke’s head. Your hands were shaking in front of you as your whole body whipped around to face your disappointing boyfriend. When you two had met, he was trying to polish Five Seconds of Summer’s third studio album. He was focused and ready for a new adventure after nonstop touring, a leech dressed up as a girlfriend, and pouring his soul into every note on the new record. He wasn’t the frat boy with rum on his breath and a Visa black card that was sitting beside you now. You already had a son, you didn’t want to adopt a new one. “It’s about who I surround him with. It’s about what I choose for his life and the people I let near him. If I told you, I was going to let him go for a drive with someone who has been drinking or who is stoned, would you advise me that was a good idea?”

Reluctantly, Luke muttered an almost inaudible 'no’ underneath his breath. With shame, his chin dipped down into his neck. His insides were burning from the night he had survived and now he felt like you were striking a match with his skin.

“I will always be your friend.” Your voice cracked, water stinging you sleepy eyes as you guided yourself something you hadn’t imagined doing until that morning on the way to the police station. “I will always care about you and I will help in the ways that I can, but this - “

“Don’t say it.” Looking up at you, Luke’s face pleaded. His breath was loud, he was panting, as he hung his mouth open and wrinkled up his nose at you in an effort not to cry. “Don’t. I need to sleep. You do, too, probably. Let’s deal with this after.” Luke tried, blindly throwing a basketball and just hoping it ended up somewhere near a hoop.

“No. I mean it, Luke. This is it.”

Mentally, you counted backwards from five and took the still keys from the ignition before forcing your legs to carry you from the driver’s seat and into the private parking lot behind the very famous hotel. After you closed the door, you ran your hands over your face again. You would cry in twenty minutes, completely give into the pain that was boldly aching in your chest, but for now, you were going to go collect Sam from Calum’s room.

“What if I go to rehab?” It felt like out of nowhere Luke had appeared again. You were deep in your own thoughts that when you looked up, the mess of a musician was standing in front of you, blocking your entrance to the hotel. He asked his question as soon as it came into his mind. He didn’t know where the energy to race over to you from the car came from, but Luke’s legs had bolted when his overworked brain found a solution. “What if I get better? I can stop drinking and I’ll cut back on smoking. I’ll be the guy you met last year. I’ll cut my hair, I won’t miss any of Sam’s swim lessons, I’ll get better. This guy…this guy…this guy….I’ll kill him. We can kill him. Who is this guy? It’s not me.” Luke finally stopped to catch his breath, gasping for air as his hands slapped against his own chest. He took a step forward, closing the space between you both, and pressed his thumbs into your cheeks. The jig was up now. You couldn’t wait twenty more minutes, you were both blubbering messes behind Los Angeles Sunday traffic and under a relentless morning sun.

“I have to go.” Annunciating the words, but hardly making a peep, you told Luke. He protested, but you just tried again.

“[Y/N], No, come on….” Luke whimpered. He sounded frightened and you weren’t sure you had ever seen him that way before. “Don’t. Don’t do this. Don’t take Sam from me. Please.” He couldn’t believe he even had to say it. The idea was crushing him right before you. Luke didn’t know how much longer his knees could keep him upright.

“Stop.” You took his wrists in each one of your hands and physically removed his touch from you, stepping aside and leaving him by himself.  As the hotel entrance closed behind you, you heard a growl that unleashed anguish you hadn’t heard before, but it sounded a great deal like what was weighing down inside of you. 

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