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volturicangetit · 4 years

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F.V- One soul, two bodies

Summary: You come to Italy with Bella to save Edward. You didn’t expect to meet your mate there, though.

Reqeust: YES/no @bugmanor ( I can’t tag you :( idk why ) : Would you be able to do something with Felix Volturi and the prompts 10 and 11? Maybe the reader is Bella’s human sister and comes with her to save Edward, where she meets Felix, who realises she’s his mate? Thank you :))))

10. “Fuck me” “I might”

11. “I am one second away from losing my fucking shit”

Warnings: cussing

Wordcount: 2604

Sometimes, you thought that you're sister got the brains in the family. You could never compare to her grades and complex subjects seemed like child's play to her. But in moments like these, you knew that she got one, single brain cell. Edward had left Bella since it was too 'dangerous' for her to be around the Cullens. You were sure that she would be in more danger since it's a known fact under the Cullen's enemies that Bella and you know about their vampirism. And now Edward isn't here to keep Bella's impulsive self in check. But you kept your mouth shut since you knew better than to piss off a vampire. You'd rather not have a pair of fangs in your neck. You were there for Bella to pick her up and put her back together after Edward broke her. For months, you heard her painful cries and calmed her down after a nightmare. So when you heard that Edward wanted to expose himself because he thought that Bella was dead, you were pissed. You were even more pissed when Bella asked you to go to Italy with her to save him, but you complied.

So there you find yourself, running after your hysteric sister through a thick crowd in Italy. If a large number of red cloaks around you wasn't making you dizzy, it would be because the sun burning above you. Sun was new to you. In Forks, there was a collective ten days of sun a year, max. "Bella! Wait," you call after her in between heavy pants. You are close in her tail as you both run towards an open door, where Edward is lurking in the shadows. The loud clanging of the curch's bells egos through the square. Kind of ironic for there to be a church next to a castle full of vampires. Bella jumps over the small stone wall around the fountain and runs through it. You groan before following her through the water. You jump out of it on the other side, feeling the water squishing in your now soaked shoes. Bella jumps onto Edward and pulls him back right at the last second, saving him from public exposure. They both stumble back into the castle as Edward wraps his arms around Bella. You follow them into the castle and quickly close the door behind you, sealing Edward away from the sunlight. You can hear Edward and Bella exchanging some emotional words but you don't listen to them, more occupied with catching your breath. You lean against the cool wall with your back as you let your head fall back against it. The stone feels like ice cubes against your burning skin but in a good way. You are too caught up in calming yourself down that you don't notice the two men entering the hallway until Edward starts to talk to them. "I won't be needing your services after all, gentleman," Edward cool voice says.

You look up at the two men. One has slightly curly hair and is holding one hand behind his back while the other removes a cape, that they both are wearing, from his head. The other is terrifyingly tall. From his red eyes that keep staring at you to the muscles protruding from under his skin, everything about his screams danger. Yet something in you feels the need to run up to his and hug him. You quickly shake that feeling of you thought, because you're sure that he would rip you in half if you did that. "Aro wants to speak with you again," the tall man says without taking his eyes off you. Edward quickly looks at Bella before looking back at the men. "No rules were broken," Edward huffs.

"None the less, we should take this conversation to a more appropriate venue," the smaller man says. He has a slight accent, one that the taller man doesn't have. The giant finally takes his eyes off you and now looks at Edward and Bella who are clinging onto each other for dear life. You push yourself off the wall to stand up straight, whipping some of the dust of the back of your pants. "Fine," Edward says.

"Bella and Y/n, why don't you go enjoy the rest of the festival," he states. Bella looks at you with big eyes. You nod, walking towards Bella and grabbing ahold of her hand. "They come with us," the giant says darkly. His tone sends shivers down your spine and not the good ones. Edward shakes his head, pulling Bella back with him and accidentally pushing you of her. You stand there awkwardly. "No, you can go to hell,". You have to hold in a giggle. O, he'll go to hell alright.

As if on cue, Alice pushing open a door, breaking the lock while doing so. She takes her big sunglasses off. You recognize the pair, you bought them for her as a "thanks-for-putting-up-with-Bella's-ass-for-a-month" gift. She hasn't taken them off since. Her hands go of the rip the bright red shawl of her hair. "Come on guys," she says as she makes her way over to you. "It's a festival. You wouldn't want to make a scene.". The tall man glares daggers at her. You can almost feel his hatred towards the Cullens. "We wouldn't," he says through clenched teeth.

From behind him, you can see a small figure walking towards you. A pile of blond hair forms a bun at the back of her head, a bit of it sticking up and being visible from the front. She's wearing the same cloak as the two men are, just a smaller one. "Enough," she says coldly as she pulls the cloak off her head. What do these vampires have with putting stuff on their head? Edward quickly looks down, so does Alice. Bella looks at you with panic in her eyes to which you simply shrug. "Jane," Edward says quietly as he pulls Bella behind him a bit more. Him, Bella and Alice are all standing very close to each other while you are standing by yourself of to the side. The distance between you is impossible to go unnoticed to you. You wrap your arms around yourself as a form of comfort while you stare right into the blond girls' eyes. "Aro sent me to see what was taking so long.". Her voice sounds very nasally, almost like she has a cold. She glances between the two men who she is now standing in the middle of. Her short height only emphasises how tall the man who won't stop staring at you is. She quickly turns on her heels. Edward, Bella and Alice eclectically follow behind her. "Just do what she says," Alice says. You pass the two men as you follow behind your sisters. The tall man glances down at you. "Okay, creep," you say under your breath. The man's eyes grow big. Fuck, he could hear you. The tall man takes a couple of quick strides to catch up with Edward and push a red robe into his hands.

You all walk down the halls until there is a dark staircase going down, into which the blond girls go. This is how you are going to die. In a dark basement by vampire's who'll use you like you're a fucking Capri sun. "Don't be scared," you hear Edward says to Bella. Don't be scared. How the fuck are you not supposed to be scared when your socks and shoes are wet while you're in a creepy castle filled with human blood-drinking vampire. "Are you?" Bella says. "No,". The blond girl scoffs at this. Who do you already like these three vampires more than Edward even though they're the human killing ones? An elevator opens up. "I'm not going into that thing with them," you say as you stand still before the doors. You point at the three vampires who are now standing in the elevator along with Edward, Bella and Alice. "No offence, I just don't feel like going into a small room with five vampires.".

Alice steps out of the elevator and drags you into it. You struggle but your strength is nothing compared to her's. The doors close and you couldn't be more uncomfortable. The silence that hangs over you all and the fact that your socks and shoes are still soaked doesn't help with it either. The doors open again and you quickly walk out of the elevator. Jane walks past you to lead the way. You see a woman sitting at a desk. She says something in Italian, probably a greeting, but you can't understand what she says. She still has normal, human coloured eyes and her cheeks still have a blush to them. "Is she human?" Bella asks.

"Yes," Edward says. Jane turns another corner as you follow behind her. You can still feel the tall man's eyes staring into your skull. "Does she know?". You try to tune out of Bella and Edward's conversation. You don't care about if the women are human or not, you care about making it out of here with a beating heart. "She wants to be..." Bella trails off. "And so she will be," the men with the accents says. Them turning someone seems as unlikely as Bella making a smart decision since their hatred towards humans is very well known.

"For dessert," the blond says. O yeah, you're definitely going to die. She pushes two dark doors open, revealing a surprisingly light and clean room. On a plateau or three thrones seated, a man with long hair sitting in each. All have a different hair colour though. Carlisle told you about them. Aro, Marcus and Caius. "Sister," a boy who looks to be a bit younger than you says. "I send you out to get one and you bring back two. And two halves. Clever girl.". You scoff at his words. Almost nice to be treated you a half of a person. The raven-haired man stands up.

"What a happy surprise," he says with open arms. "Bella is alive after all.". He clasped his hands together in front of his chest. A creepy smile is glued onto his face as he looks over you all. Behind him is sitting a brunette, Marcus, who is staring at the wall sadly. You heard the story about his wife. You always have found it tragical. The blond, Caius, is looking at you with an angry face. He doesn't like having the Cullens or humans around him. "Isn't that wonderful," Aro says, dragging out every word a bit. He walks over to where you are standing. "I love a happy ending,". He grabs Edwards hand out of Bella's and looks up at his face. His gift, Carlisle also told you about that. "They are so rare," he says sadly. His comment is clearly pointed at Marcus who immediately looks down at his shoes. Aro looks over Edward at the tall man standing there.

"Un'anima in due corpi," he says he lets go of Edward's hand and rushes over to the men. It happens so fast that he is there in a flash. He grabs the tall man's hand as his eyes are focused on you. "Felix has found is mate," he says before rushing over to you. He tries to grab your hand but you shake your head and step back from him, clutching your hands over your chest. "I'd rather not have you touch me, thank you very much," you say in a polite tone. His smile grows a little.

"This one has manners," he says before shooting Bella a glare. "Roasted," you mumble under your breath as you quickly look over at Bella who’s cheeks are now red. Aro holds his hand out to you again. "Would you please be so kind?" he asks. You nod, slowly laying your hand in his. The moment your skin touches his, you can feel him entering your mind. It's a weird and fuzzy feeling. You can feel him scanning through your mind. He lets out a soft chuckle.

Aro lets go of your hand before he makes his way to his throne again, sitting down in it. "Can I please ask what mates are? Because I'm kind of in the dark here," you ask. Caius rolls his eyes and looks the other way, not wanting to be bothered by humans. A smile is now on Marcus's face as he at the invisible red line connecting you to Felix. "A soul split in half, divided over two bodies. You are meant to be," he says in a raspy voice. You nod and look at Bella with worry in your eyes. Apparently, the Swan's had something for vampires. "Cool, great," you say. "I'm sharing a soul with a vampire...Fuck me!" you exclaim.

"I might," you hear Felix say behind you. This was apparently the last straw for Edward, who now runs up to Felix and throws a punch at him. The man with the accent runs over to Alice and holds a hand around her throat to keep her in place as Felix and Edward fight. You know it's bad, but you are secretly rooting for Felix and hoping for him to hit Edward a couple of times as payback for how he made Bella feel. The fight goes so fast that you can't even comprehend what's happening until Felix has both hands around Edward's head who is now on his knees in front of the thrones. Bella is shaking and running her hands through her hands like a manic. Her mouth opens like a fish but no words come out. "Stop!" you yell.

You take a couple of step towards Felix and Edward. You can see Felix's grip on Edward loosening. "Let him go and I'll...I'll do 'mate' stuff with you. Okay? Just don't-don't hurt him," you say. You pluck at the hem of your shirt from the nerves. Felix looks at Aro who gives him a condescending nod. Felix lets Edward go and is in front of you in the blink of an eye. You look up at him. He is handsome and hot. And extremely terrifying. You gulp down your fears as you shot him a smile. "Listen, my shoes are soaking, I think I just had a minor heart attack and I think I just heard someone being murdered down the hall. Basically, I am one second away from losing my fucking shit so you better listen up.". Felix nods, bending down slightly to be more on your level. The action brings a soft smile to your face.

"I'll come with you and do what you want but if I find out that you hurt my sister or the Cullens I will kill you. I don't know how to do that yet but I'll find it our really soon.". Felix nods, mumbling a soft 'okay'. Aro's voice causes Felix to quickly stand beside you and straighten up.

"Felix, you and young Y/n can take some time to...get to know each other," Aro says. Felix grabs your hand softly and guides you out of the throne room after saying his thank you's. You shake as he starts to pull you along with him. Is he going to kill you? "Do you have clothes with you?" he asks. You shake your head quickly, not trusting your voice at the moment. He sighs before shooting you a smile. "Then we'll have to go shopping because you'll be living here from now on.". O God, what did you get yourself into?

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redisriding · 3 years

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READING SCHEDULE

{UPDATED 31 October 2020}

I thought I would share in case anyone is looking for book recommendations, has recommendations, wants to read along, or chat about books.

October

A Promise of Darkness - [READ] This was recommended to me as a book that fans of SJM/ACOTAR would enjoy. In some respects I can see why. A young woman is “kidnapped” by a supposedly evil Prince who actually turns out to be a good guy saving the world, there is magic and Fay, and the Prince’s “inner circle” are a band of colourful characters. However, not only did it lack all of the heart of an SJM book, but the writing was weak, the story very muddled, and even the romance was lacking. I believe there are two more books in this series but I’m tapping out after book one as I care neither about the characters or the story.

The Unleashing - [DNF] In an attempt to recover from the disappointment that was A Promise of Darkness I picked up the Unleashing, which is a book that I had been wanting to read for sometime. I rarely DNF a book but after getting almost of quarter of a way into the book I just couldn’t read anymore - Every page appeared to introduced a new character, there were numerous irrelevant side plots, the female character was particularly frustrating and un-endearing, and even the romance was weak. I am a sucker from a grumpy but shy hero but even Vig wasn’t enough to keep me reading this book. I did listen to the Heaving Bosoms podcast recap of this book and I’m still none the wiser as to what happened.

Gifting Me to His Best Friend - [READ] This is from the same author and in the same series as Your Dad Will Do so I knew I was in for a steamy read when I picked this book up, what I was not expecting was how surprisingly sweet it was. This novella is just a weekend in their lives, but I would totally read more about these characters. Devoured it in an afternoon.

After the Silence - [READ] This book was a little slow to start, the storytelling is not linear and so takes a minute to get into, BUT once I reached about the 80 page mark it really took off. Very enjoyable read if not my usual genre. Don’t want to say too much at a risk of spoiling it.

Mating a Huntress - [READ] This was a very sweet romance Novella that I consumed in an evening when I was in the mood for some adorable mush. Also very appropriate for this time of year as the book takes place over the few days leading up to and on Halloween.

Ninth House - [READ] I found this book a little difficult at the beginning because there was a lot of explaining the world which was heavy going. HOWEVER, once this book took off it really belted along. Especially the latter 200 pages or so. Really enjoyed it, was definitely worth the wait. I hear a rumour that the sequel is coming out in 2021!

The Hook Up - [DNF] As much as I adored reading Ninth House, I also know me and desperately craved the romance that Leigh Bardugo always hints at in her books but never explicitly delivers. I started reading this college romance to get me through but about halfway through I gave up. The heroine was rather frustrating, and I didn’t understand why the couple couldn’t be together beyond “these two characters have not communicated their feelings to each other” which really just pulled me out of the story.

November

The King (Black Dagger Brotherhood 12) - The Black Dagger Brotherhood books are a guilty pleasure for me, I love to hate them. They’re super trashy but I think I need a trashy read atm.

Burn for Me - I had intended to start this series while I waited for A Promise of Darkness to arrive, but I never got around to it. It is still on my read list, so I plan to getting around to it sometime soon.

December

I had planned to start my ACOTAR reread in December but with the change of date meaning ACOSF is now due to come out mid February I’m going to push my reread into the New Year.

WATCH THIS SPACE.

January

A Court of Thorns and Roses/A Court of Wings and Ruin/A Court of Mist and Fury/A Court of Frost and Starlight - By January it will have been more than a year since I last read ACOTAR, I want to do a reread ahead of the release of A Court of Silver Flames so the series is fresh in my mind. I spend so much time in Tumblr I almost forgot what is on the very page and what is comments/criticisms from the fandom! I don’t know how long a total reread will take me but I’ve put aside a month. I plan to post a lot about it though, if anyone would like to read along with me :)

February

A Court of Silver Flames - HOOK IT TO MY VEINS.

#Book Recommendations #reading recommendations

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Cruising for a bruising, Part 3 (Branjie) - Q-Tip & TheDane

Authors note: Hi everyone! We’re very sorry about the wait, but here is chapter 3 of Cruising for a bruising finally! Q-tip and I had a lot of fun writing it, and I hope you will all enjoy it! A huge thank you to ArtificialMeggie and VeronicaSanders who beta’d, and please leave some love in the comments!

“I called for help and you didn’t come! What good is dating your hot Canadian butt if you don’t come to my aid like some prince on a white moose!”

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They had taken their sweet time, enjoying each other before Vanjie got up. He had quickly ran a wash cloth over his body before throwing it at Brooke who had laughed and cleaned himself up too. Vanjie had been ready to go out again in minutes, speedos discarded and forgotten in favor of a pair of blue shorts that were much more appropriate. However, Brooke still wasn’t done, insisting he had to use the bathroom.

“Brock! Come ooooooon.” Vanjie knew he was whining, but he had never been above acting a fool to get his way. “Why you takin so long?” he asked, a series of rapid knocks on the bathroom door interlacing with his words. “The sun ain’t gonna shine all day.”

“Go on up,” Brooke called back. “I’ll join you in a sec.”

“Why’s the door locked? You taking a shit or something?”

Vanjie could hear the deep belly laugh. Vanjie knew he was often overreacting, but few things got him going like a locked door, and it was even worse if he knew Brooke was on the other side.

“Something like that.”

Vanjie laughed. “Fine! I’ll leave without you, but don’t you go taking too long, I need you to come show me off like the fine fucking catch I am.” Vanjie grabbed his phone, making his way to the door, yelling, “Love ya!” before he closed it behind him.

It was truly incredible how Vanjie could switch from being the sexiest little minx to crass and hilarious in the span of minutes. Brooke chuckled softly to himself as he rubbed sunscreen onto his face in gentle circles, making sure he covered each inch of skin. He had managed not to get burned yet, and there was no way he was risking his streak, even if Vanjie was more impatient than a toddler sometimes.

Brooke went back into the room, ready to do the hardest part of the day. Picking what to wear. Nina had pointed out a few personal faves, and Brooke ended up grabbing the floral shorts that both Nina and the shop assistant had said looked good on him.

Brooke took a look in the mirror. The swim shorts - which he did get a size up, thank you very much - were decorated liberally with various hawaiian flowers. He felt like himself, though a slightly more bougie version. Brooke grabbed a sky blue shirt, not bothering to button it up since it stretched tight across his chest. Nina had called it fashion and said he looked swole .

The sun hadn’t always been a friend of Nina’s. However, generous amounts of sunscreen - SPF 50, of course - had allowed him the luxury of basking in the sun while on this cruise. If only he were careful and applied a new layer at regular intervals, he was golden. Literally, which he had every intention of getting.

“This is so unfair.”

Vanjie’s voice never failed to catch Nina’s attention. Brooke was smothering Vanjie in sunscreen, running his broad palms down Vanjie’s arm, and from the whine in Vanjie’s voice, Nina knew this was a prime chance for a story to evolve.

“I thought this would be some sensual shit.” Vanjie fretted, legs bouncing up and down as he shifted impatiently. “You could at least butter me up with some oil instead so I can get my tan on.”

Vanjie was full of golden nuggets, little pieces of information that Nina was carefully putting aside for future use. His podcast thrived on stories of Vanjie’s adventures and crazy theories, and Nina had to thank his excellent memory for allowing him to tuck every word aside, so that he could write it down later. His most listened to episode of the podcast so far had featured Vanjie, his friend agreeing to come on and explain a few of his most popular quotes. Nina’s co-host, Patricia, had been all up in arms, excited and even more bubbly than normal while displaying her sincere disappointment in the fact that Vanjie was not only taken, but also gay, as she had never met a man she had wanted to marry more.

“Just sit still.” Brooke ran his hands across Vanjie’s arms, tongue poking out from between his teeth in concentration. “You’ll burn if you don’t let me put this sunscreen on you. And then I’ll have to put up with your whining.”

“Pfth. Sunscreen. That’s just some marketing mumbo jumbo. I don’t need this just let me go.”

Brooke looked as if someone had just slapped him squarely across the face.

“… Are you saying you don’t believe in sunscreen?”

Nina had rarely seen Brooke look so dumbfounded, Vanjies mouth already running, babbling like a waterfall. “It’s like the florade in the water-

“The what?”

“The florade. You know that mind control shit that the government put in the water. Sunscreen is the same.”

“Do you mean floride?”

“Sssh Brooke, let her finish.” Nina waved her hand at Brooke in an effort to silence him, perching up in her seat.

“I ain’t ever used sunscreen and I’m fine. Rays from space? Who even made that up?”

Nina sat up straight, throwing her legs over the side of her chair in an effort to look closely at Vanjie. “Tell me more, tell me more.”

“Nina don’t-“

“Besides, even if them UN rays are real.”

“UV. It’s UV rays.” If looks could kill, Nina would already have been dead, Brooke shooting daggers at him.

“Even if they are, I’m Latinx! It’s like, the protection is in my blood, you know?” Vanjie held his head high and proud, and Nina could feel her cheeks straining from the insane smile that was plastered there, Vanjie clearly on a tangent. “Everyone be talking about skin cancer, but there ain’t no person in my family who has ever used sunscreen and my Abuela lived to 105!”

Nina had to bite her lip, breathing deep not to fall into a full on crackle. “So, just to be clear. You’re saying you can’t get skin cancer because of your race?”

“I might have to reeducate myself.” Vanjie smiled, his eyes sparkling. “Cause when you say it like that, I usually put my foot in my dang mouth. Damn Nina, you always make me feel like a dumbass.”

“You’re not dumb,” Brooke reassured him, squeezing his biceps teasingly. “You’re just horribly misinformed.”

“You still love me?”

If Nina didn’t know them both so well, she might not have noticed how Vanjie’s face visibly fell before morphing into the mirror image of a relaxed grin. She might also not have noticed how Brooke - the Brooke she had known for so many years, the canadian queen of solitude - pressed the most tender of kisses to the patch between Vanjie’s shoulder blades.

“I’ll always love you.”

Ariel licked the side of his ice cream cone, catching a drop of vanilla flavored liquid that was making it’s escape. He had been enjoying the sun when noise from the pool had distracted him. Silky had accidentally fired a beach ball into Detox’s face, the queens quickly breaking up into factions, the water fight of a century starting as everyone got dragged into it, or at least, nearly everyone.

Ariel spotted Brooke near the railing, his sister standing with his phone and taking pictures.

“Look at you.” Ariel smiled, licking his ice cream. “Out here, thotting it up while the world has gone into madness.”

“.. What?” Brooke looked up from his phone, and Ariel realised with delight that Brooke had no idea about the water fight.

“Nothing, I just wasn’t sure you knew what patterns were until now,” Ariel commented, nodding towards Brooke’s shorts.

“Have you not seen my drag?” Brooke huffed, although there was nothing but jest in his voice.

“Do you need help?”

“You’re offering me help?”

“Why not?” Ariel shrugged. “Besides, it’s not like there’s anything more fun to do.” If Ariel played his cards just right, he would secure his entertainment for the rest of the day. Keeping Brooke distracted would mean there was no one who could break up the fight, and if Ariel was lucky, Silky was getting annihilated by the pool as they spoke.“New day, new me.”

“Twist your back.”

Brooke had laughed when Ariel had insisted on oiling his chest, but as Brooke looked over his shoulder, he was sure it would look great. Soju had called Brooke’s Instagram thirst central several times, and while Brooke loved it, he couldn’t help but hope that his fans would notice something else this time around.

“Are you sure this is a good look?”

“Trust my vision, big guy.” Ariel smiled, clapping Brooke’s abs before he tucked the string of his shorts into the waistband. “There is a reason I’m an Instagram queen.”

“I can’t believe you left my ass hanging!”

“I told you.” Brooke laughed, Vanjie ready to explode like a little cartoon character as they ran down the hall to get to their room. “I was busy.”

“I called for help and you didn’t come! What good is dating your hot Canadian butt if you don’t come to my aid like some prince on a white moose!”

Brooke snorted. Vanjie had acted like he had been forgotten on the battlefield when Brooke had finally returned. From what Brooke had gathered, the entire thing had turned into a major shitshow, Vanjie jumping on Silky’s team the moment Detox had teamed up with Nina and A’keria, the fight quickly migrating from the pool to cover the entire deck. Ariel and Brooke had returned to Silky and Vanjie in a giant fort, built out of sun chairs, while A’keria had just returned from the gift shop with hands full of water balloons. “I was there for Untucked Papi. You can hold your own.

“I nearly died! What if I had died?!”

“I’ve never heard of anyone dying in a water fight.”

“I could have been the first!”

“If you had,” Brooke laughed, grabbing Vanjies arm and pulling him in, spinning them around before he pushed Vanjie against the wall. “I would have mourned you appropriately.”

“Just kiss me you fucking asshole.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Best idea I ever had.” Vanjie smiled, excitement radiating off him. “It’s gonna look sick.”

“Unless you break your neck.” Brooke smiled back, Vanjie’s good mood almost infectious though the other man had no reason to be as excited as he was. They were stuck in rehearsals, the cruise company wanting every queen to participate in a big finale show at their end destination, and while Brooke wasn’t opposed to it, he was again and again reminded why he prefered to work alone. Brooke and Vanjie had been the last to slip into the room, Raja laughing at them, but thankfully none of the staff had pointed it out. “Just because you saw it on Youtube, doesn’t mean it’s a good idea.”

“If I fall and break my neck, Imma come back and haunt your dick so I’m fine either way.”

“Come on then.”

Vanjie ran, bare feet touching the floor, extending his arms, Brooke catching Vanjie’s hands and using the momentum to swing Vanjie over his head, Brooke clicking his elbows into place as Vanjie tried to find his balance, Brooke’s boyfriend doing a handstand above his head, both of their arms stretched. Vanjie flailed a little, his legs not fully up, and Brooke moved forward instantly, counterbalancing Vanjies weight, his neck bend backwards to watch Vanjie, making sure he was safe. Brooke squeezed Vanjie’s hand, pushing up and using the movement to swing Vanjie down on the other side of his body, his boyfriend landing clean on his feet.

“You ok babe?”

“That, was, awesome!!” Not even a foghorn could have competed with Vanjie in that moment, Brooke almost blown backwards. “Again!”

“Again?” Brooke smiled, Vanjie’s pure excitement contagious.

“Yes bitch again!” Vanjie jumped in place, giddy with the fact that the trick has almost worked perfectly. “Wait, let me find my heels! God this is gonna look fucking sick!”

“Concentrate please!

Brooke peeked over the top of his book, Lord of the Flies the latest paperback he was working his way through. It had always been a habit of his to have something with him during his ballet career in case there was downtime, an inevitable part of working in a company. Since Drag Race had aired, he had however raced through his bookshelf, every forgotten copy from strange little stores or shitty airport shelves getting picked up and thumbed through to keep him entertained.

Brooke had picked the choreography up almost instantly, the instructor letting him go after two rounds, Brooke nailing the entire thing on the second go. The same couldn’t be said for Cracker or Nina though, who were still struggling through it, Vanjie caught in the background with Silky which was the exact reason Brooke hadn’t left yet and why he was spread out over a shitty bar booth instead of napping or enjoying the sun.

That, and the fact that his fingers were itching to look at his phone, the smallest part of his brain that he couldn’t control fully spiraling over whenever or not his fans had picked up on his new shorts on Instagram.

The fans were terrifyingly intense sometimes - Brooke sure, without the shadow of a doubt, that if he ever needed to be hospitalised he could ask twitter for his blood type, social security number and medical history and receive it within minutes.

“Hi stranger.” Brooke looked up, faintly recognising the voice. It was Justin, the guy from the clothing store, now carrying a case of beer. “Missed me already?”

“Oh absolutely.” Brooke laughed, a short sound coming from him as he sat up straight, Justin putting the case down on the table. “Didn’t realise this was your bar.”

“So, you’re not just a regular guest, huh?” Justin smiled, his white teeth bright in the half dark of the room.

Brooke felt a brief surge of unease. It had been nice chatting to a complete stranger, and Brooke was already mourning the loss of that a little bit, the days on the cruise making him feel like he was an animal at the zoo. “Who told you?”

“Doesn’t take a genius to figure that out when you’re in a closed bar during the day. You’re one of the dancers, right?”

Brooke smiled, quick relief coming to him. “Or maybe I’m just a really enthusiastic alcoholic?”

“That’d be the first alcoholic I’ve seen that reads Lord of the Flies and goes on cruises for fun.” Justin sat down, Brooke moving over to make space. “How do you like it so far?”

“You’ve read it?”

“Of course!” Justin smiled. “Required reading and all that, though I disagree with the idea of human nature being this uncaged animal, just waiting for a chance to get out.”

“I think I’d be pretty uncaged too if I had to survive on badly cooked jungle meat prepared by preteens.” Brooke thumbed through his copy. “How do you feel about the conch?”

“As a symbol for society?”

“It could appear that way.” Brooke smiled. “But in Hinduism-“

“Wasn’t the story published in like.. 1951?”

“1954, but in Hinduism conches were believed to be able to banish evil. Blow the conch, the kids have to listen, seems like a classic metaphor to me.”

“Because the banishment of evil worked real well for the boys.” Justin smirked.

“Better than a symbol of society.”

“If you insist on being contrary, let me just point out that the fragility of the material could be a metaphor for the weakness of-“

“Structured power!” Brooke laughed, quickly folding down the page in his copy so he could save the note Justin had given him.

“Exactly!” Justin laughed. They continued talking, shooting back and forth, Justin apparently still in college part time where he was finishing up a creative writing degree, their taste in books almost identical. Brooke didn’t even realise he had completely forgotten his phone, he and Justin quickly getting thrown into a rapid discussion on what the story would have turned into with all female characters

“It’s so fuckin hot back here.” Vanjie grumbled, fanning himself with his hand. Nina was still struggling, the cocktails he had had in the sun earlier that day affect his already slow ability to pick up a routine. “Can’t believe we gotta be stuck for this shit.” Vanjie was only wearing a loose t-shirt and shorts, the drawstring tightly secured since Brooke’s fingerprints had started to appear after their rut after lunch. Vanjie secretly loved it, his darker skin not picking up marks as easily as Brooke’s, but there was something special about carrying an imprint around, five perfect fingers blossoming on his right hip.

Silky laughed, his best friend sweating like a sinner in church. Cracker was going through it again, the choreographer showing him the steps, and they had the briefest of breaks. Vanjie would have gotten off stage, but he was sure he was caught in some Sisyphus nightmare, the rock he was hurling up a dumb hill Cracker’s two left feet and Nina’s Disney dancing ass.

“Here.” Silky handed Vanjie a bottle of water.

“Nah I’m good.”

“Come on cyst, gotta stay hydrated.” Silky grinned, holding the bottle to Vanjie’s lips.

Vanjie hit the bottle, water almost spraying everywhere. “My hydo- huda- hydaration is fucking fine, besides, I don’t want no sloppy seconds.”

“Oh so you’re a nice girl who only has premium meat?” Silky wiggled his eyebrows, making Vanjie snort.

“Fuck off.” Vanjie laughed. “Brock! Babe, where you at!” Vanjie held his hand above his eyes, blocking out the stage lights, scanning the dark bar. “Can I have a water please?!”.

Normally, Brooke would come running right away, his boyfriend the most caring person Vanjie had ever met from the moment they had stepped off the race, but as he waited one beat and then two, nothing came. Vanjie had expected Brooke to be somewhere, happily reading whatever nerd book he was into right now, but what he saw was something completely and gut wrenchingly different. Vanjie saw Brooke and someone else, a stranger, sitting together in a booth, open beer bottles in hand, Brooke openly, happily and loudly discussing something, the smile on his face so bright he might as well have been looking at the sun.

“Give me that stupid bottle.”

#rpdr fanfiction #branjie #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #q tip #thedane #cruising for a bruising #s11 #canon compliant

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ghostladyofwinterfell · 5 years

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Phases of the Moon

A Jonsa Buffy The Vampire Slayer AU/inspiration

Summary: For some reason unbeknown to Sansa, the old gods had chosen her to be the next girl to have the power to stop the Wights and the Long Night.

But they shouldn’t have. Not this Stark girl at least.

No, Sansa just wanted to be on the cheer squad and get into a good college far from the North. This hadn’t come into the equation.

But neither had Robb’s best friend Jon, whose absentee father had shown up out of blue just shy of his eighteenth birthday and taken off with him. Now he was back and changed. He had come back wrong.

Chapter One: Changes

It shouldn't be Sansa. He had said that she was the chosen one, the man who was to be her watcher. She was the who would stand alone against the forces of darkness, to keep the long night at bay.

Yer right. They had clearly gotten it wrong somewhere. For she was not who anybody would have picked for this. She was the pampered princess, lips glossed, short skirt smoothed down and not a single curled hair out of place.

She certainly shouldn't be the only one in this generation that was for sure. Mankind was doomed.

She was not a fighter. If it had to have been a Stark girl, then it should have been Arya. She feels guilty about how many times she had prayed before going to bed, which was somewhere around three in the morning now, for wanting it to be Arya.

Let it be her. Not this Stark. Let her be the chosen one and not me. You have it all wrong.

Sansa was only just seventeen, graveyard patrols, musty books on white walkers, grass stained jeans and hidden scratch marks should not be her life right now.

But then again, Arya was only fourteen years old and Sansa felt the shame burn in her every time she sent a whispered prayer to the old gods in her mind. Let it be her.

Arya was a fighter though, she told herself to provide some comfort. Just looking at her Sansa could tell she was a down in the mud, claws out, snarl on her face, fight to her last breath kind of girl.

Not like her, whose first instinct when she was told she had the power now to kill this creature had wanted to run. She took one look at its vacant ice eyes, to its chomping teeth that kept trying to sink into the flesh of her arm, to its grasping hands that wanted to rip her skin open and had thought about throwing this watcher into its jaws so she could run.

Even now, after doing this for a whole moons turn she had still not taken to it. She felt the power in her, but it felt disjointed, she was not connected to it. Maybe it knew she wasn't worthy.

Davos Seathworth, her watcher, was a firm but gentle man. He reminded her of her father, he was a just man but he also a realist. He said he understood how she must be feeling, she scoff in reply, how in the seven hells could he.

Every time he spoke of her new found powers and that she should be grateful of this gift she wanted to hit him. That would be wrong though, he was quiet old, ten years younger and she might have been tempted. But she likes to picture it though, like now as he babbles on about the origins of the long night and the many mystical mumbo jumbo forces connecting the Wights together to act as one entity, she wanted to sock him in the face.

The way she saw it was that her being the chosen one wasn't a gift, it was an early death.

She who was so full of life before and now she was just a shadow barely keeping it together. Nearly dying on weekly bases, flunking in school and seeing her friends was not something to celebrate and send thanks to the old gods for choosing her.

It was Friday, the last day of school before Christmas break and Davos was getting her prepared for a Wight hunt. For some reason once the dead were laid to rest in the dirt, they rose again to roam as mindless animals.

It was five-thirty and she was still at school in the library, she didn't even know this place existed until she had to report here to meet Davos. What a trainwreck her life was now.

Sansa had already managed to cram in a school day, a quick cheer practice on the field, all before she had head to the library and started her assignments set for the holidays.

The sun was just starting to set early now in fall just before six, when they were finishing their training session, she was about to duck out before she mentioned it.

"I need another weapon", she mumbled quietly hoping he wouldn't hear, but he did. He always did. His head shot around to her from where he was packing away exercise equipment and she cursed at him in her mind, for an old guy his hearing was exceptionally good.

And now five minutes later she was watching a currently red in the face Davos as he armed her with another dragon glass knife and kept repeating the importance of stowing away weapons safely and effectively. Its not her fault she had accidently misplaced her previous one somewhere, she was sure she would find it again.

"Uh-huh, thanks D. Definitely gonna take on board all those things about taking care of things. Bye." She made a break for it as soon as the black dagger was in her palm.

Just as the door was swinging shut she heard him mumble under his breath. "Gods, the world is in trouble."

Her senses had kicked into overdrive when it all happened. Her enhanced slayer hearing had helped her eavesdrop on many gossiping groups.

Sometimes she wished she couldn't hear everything. Davos could say what he liked she snivelled to herself. He wasn't the one who risked his life.

At the end of the night she bet he climbed into his cosy bed and slept like a baby. He was safe, all he did was tell her which cemetery had any recent burials in the city and sent her on her way. He didn't have to try at not falling behind in school, or keeping up with studying and homework, staying committed to cheer practice and make time for friends and family. He just had to watch.

And then there was him. Somebody who had grown up beside her her whole life, but who she had kept at a distant. Robbs best friend. Aryas hero. Bran and Rickons idol.

He never used to mean anything to her, the lack of any kind of relationship compared to her other Stark siblings had been a constant in her, she guessed even that had changed to.

Just like her position in the cheerleading team that Arya still scoffed at whenever she said she was going. They were going to drop her soon she was sure of it, she should have been taking over as captain in her senior year.

I mean sure her body had gotten stronger, she could now move it in ways she couldn't before, but she was distracted, turning up late and forgetting routines.

But back to one of the other thorns in her side. Jon bloody snow.

All she knew was, in the summer at the end of his senior year of high school, around about the same time this whole destiny crap had happened to her, his absentee father had shown up out the blue.

Jon had disappeared with him the day before his eighteenth birthday and Robb had been devastated that all their summer plans were ruined. It was as he called it there last hurrah before they went off to college.

Robb was just being dramatic of course, because they were both going to Castle College together up North, that was not even a two hour drive from Winterfell.

Jon had started the semester late and he returned back to Winterfell with Robb a few days ago ready for Christmas, and he had come back changed.

He had gotten taller, had a dark and troubled glint in his eyes now, but the main thing that had caught her attention was the muscles that now wrapped around his body. The other night when she had seen him she had stared a little too hard at his arms and how his t-shirt stretched around them too tightly. And he was, in shock to Sansa as she didn't think it could be possible, even more brooding.

She often daydreamed about that physique and those that penetrating stare being aimed at her in the middle of calculus class. It wasn't like she was needed to know any of this stuff anymore.

Whenever he was in the house hanging around with Robb during the past couple of days, the hairs on the back of her neck would rise and she knew he had walked into the room.

She should have know that it wasn't because she had finally noticed he was now hot and on her radar.

She had arrived home just in time for tea. Which as Stark tradition demands had to be eaten at the family dining table with no phones.

She felt like even in her home she was trying to play catch up, listening to all her siblings stories over their starter on how their days were and trying to give noises as her reply and ask appropriate questions at the end.

She feigned how excited she was at breaking up from school. She tried to pretend to be her old self, who had loved having lazy mornings and meeting friends for coffee and shopping as her only schedule. They would spend hours in the mall wandering aimlessly with not a care in the world.

Now she would have to play catch up on school work she was too tired to pay attention to in class, practice her cheer routines so she wouldn't be to far behind, train more with Davos who demanded more of her time now there was no school and still meet with friends for trips to the mall.

The air shifted when the door opened. Robb and Jon joining them for the main course after just getting back from a movie. At least Robb had thankfully dominated all the conversation to discuss the film, college, football and girls.

Her mind was either on her patrol tonight or how the stubble Jon had grown out suited that sharp jaw of his. She didn't know which thought worried her more.

They were getting to the end of their meal when she knew she had to make her excuses.

"Can I go over to Beth's tonight for a sleepover, so we can practice our new cheer routine?" She tried to make sure her voice was sugary sweet.

Arya laughs cruelly before butting in. Doesn't she know Sansa doesn't care for her opinion. "Its not the routine you all need help with, its the spelling. How hard is it to shout out names?"

That utter horse face, she seethed.

Robb and Jon both chuckle. She feels herself get embarrassed, her face heating up. She never used to be bothered with what Jon thought of her.

Her father, ever the mediator steps in. "You've been spending a lot of nights studying late or having sleepovers at friends lately, is everything okay".

That's funny, Sansa didn't think he even noticed. He of course had gone to several of her cheer performances, but she knew deep down he thought it was silly.

"I've always gone to sleepovers." And it was true. She was a social butterfly like her mother, people were drawn to her and she sometimes craved a crowd of people who hung on her every word. Or at least she used to.

"Not this many". Great her mum and dad were doing that back up thing again, were they ganged up on you.

Great, she was probably going to have to try to quietly sneak out. It was much easier to head straight out after dinner when the sun had set. Otherwise she would have to get her pyjamas on, get under the covers and snuggled down before her mother and father popped their head round the door to say goodnight.

She often nearly dozed off she was that comfy and tired. She often nearly started crying when she had to get of her silk pj's and back into clothes.

Her mother must take pity on her desperate expression and gives a curt agreement that she can go, but she is to be back in the morning early for family breakfast at 10.

She happily nods in reply before dashing off upstairs to fill a bag with what she calls a slayer survival kit. Extra thick jumper and socks, drinks, snacks, magazines and her dagger.

Jon's gaze follows her from the room and she has to try really hard to keep her head focused on getting up the stairs.

She might have taken a little longer to climb the stairs so Jon could get a good look at her long longs, even if she was in a rush to hit two separate cemeteries tonight for the two different burial sites.

She sighs heavily for the sixth time this hour alone. She checks her phone again, 1 o'clock. 1 o'clock in the bloody morning and this stupid corpse hasn't risen up yet. The other body at the grave site nearer the centre of town had risen at 10 sharp.

Obviously some Wights were more concerned with time management than others.

"Hurry up." She says tartly down at the freshly planted grave as though she can command it to rise. Doesn't it know she has better things to do like sleep and dream of a certain boy.

She rises from her squatted position, shoving the magazine she had read from front to back thoroughly two time already back in her bag.

She begins her warm up again, stretching her muscles repeatedly every fifteen minutes to keep herself ready, to help her remain awake and to warm her frozen limbs back up.

Tonight sucked. She left home at seven, instead of heading out she could have suggested a film night and slyly made sure her seat on the sofa was next to Jon's.

Well it was no use pouting over now.

She felt a nervous thrum in her chest. That same sort of hair raising, stomach sinking feeling that was usually an alarm bell sounding from within. Danger. She reached in her bag for the dragon glass because this Wight was sure to rise now.

The light smattering of snow on the ground made everything in here eerily silent.

As if it absorbed all the noise into it. It wasn't thick enough were it would crunch beneath her boots. Which is why she didn't hear the impact of foot falls behind her.

It confused her at first, why was the ground coming up to meet her face, it clicked a second later when she felt its ice blocks for arms weighing her down. Its foul and cold breath gave a weird sensation in her ear, as though when it snarled, outpoured snowflakes right into the shell of it and into her head making it heavy.

She hit the floor hard, harder with its body on top of her and an exasperated sound falls from her lips as her weapon tumbles a few feet in front of her. Her arms were trapped. All she could do was try to buck its body off of her as it tried to attack at her neck.

She dislodged it enough that she could use the strength in her thighs to launch it away with her feet. She threw it hard enough to hear a crack as it landed up against a tombstone.

She turned around crawling towards her weapon, but the thing had righted itself and grabbed a hold of her ankle pulling her away.

She cries out as if the world is truly against her as a hand breaks through the soil of the grave and out into the world.

Two of them in one cemetery, she had only ever gone one on one before. She felt a slight betrayal, Davos had only said two would rise tonight but at different sites. She had already taken care of the first one across town.

The other rose in the same amount of time it took for her to nearly grab at the dagger. They were freakishly fast for dead folk.

Kicking out her feet at the first so it couldn't grab hold of her leg again and pinning it up against the gravestone, leaves her a small chance to deal with the second as it launches itself at her. She quickly finds purchase gripping a hold of its neck, her muscles begin to feel as though they are on fire at holding back the sheer strength the Wights posses.

But her other arm is free to grab her dagger. Which might be trickier than she first thought as it was still a little out of reach and she couldn't drag herself closer as the snow around them melts in the scuffle and makes the ground slippy.

She feels a tingle in her gut, a tell tale sign of alert for her and see's a shadow approaching them in her peripheral.

Oh gods, its another one. Three of them, I'll surely die.

All three would surround and pin her down, taking turns to bite chunks of her flesh.

Would she turn into one of these things after. Would her family have to go to the morgue to see her mangled, chewed up body. Gods, her family. Her mum, her dad.

Her heart pounded quickly but this thing approached slowly, crouching down just in front of her. What the hell.

Her heart is in her throat as she peels her eyes away from the monsters to stare into blue eyes. Not the ice blue of Wights but a deep, chocolate brown. Jon bloody Snows brown eyes, as they smirk down at her.

"Do you need some help sweet girl?"

Her eyebrows furrowed, was this a trick. Was Jon a bad guy all this time and she didn't know it. Her mind flashed to all the times he had come into a room and she had that feeling in her gut. She was sure it was a nervous flutter because of her huge crush.

She was so stupid. Her senses had been warning her this whole time and she was too distracted by him to realise.

It was surprising how good he obviously was at hiding this dark part of himself, he was someone who Sansa thought could be read like a book.

But he made no move to kill her though. And she really didn't know how long she could keep these two at bay. Was he really waiting for her to give an answer.

"Erm. Yes... please?".

He smiled down at her, she was courteous even as she was trying to keep deaths jaws pried open to stop it from swallowing her.

He rises up, finally stepping out of the shadows and into the light of moon. He looked less scary bathed in the moons glow.

Maybe he just happened to be in the neighbourhood? Even though he was sleeping at her house and it was 1 o'clock in the morning.

She tried to read his face but it remained blank, she truly didn't know what he was going to do. She had spent years around this man and in this moment she felt like she didn't know him.

He used his foot to nudge the dagger closer to her free arm, she sent a quick prayer to the gods.

Before she could even look to grab it, Wight number two had slipped from her grasp.

She grabs the weapon and tackles it to the floor, as she goes to slam the dagger in its chest a body flies through the air beside her.

The Wight she has a hold of shrieks as it breaks down, as if it was entirely made of ice, she then turns to face the one beside her.

The one that's probably killed Jon. It was all her fault, she was sure if Arya was the slayer she could take on five whole Wights at once. She wanted to lay down at cry. He was dead.

Only, it was brown eyes not blue eyes she looked upon beside her.

"Oh- you're not dead". Well done Sansa, great deduction there. He probably already thinks you're some dumb cheerleader.

His lips quip up in a half smile, but before she can say anything to him again they both turn to the Wight that's screeching a few graves away. It almost sounded as if it was in pain, and she reprimands herself for being sloppy in forgetting about the thing for even a second.

How did it even get a few gravestones over? She recalls it, a body being flung in the air. She thought it was Jon's though, what with the Wights inhuman strength.

"How did you throw it off that far?" She's swallows nervously, back to being worried about him.

He merely shrugs. She was sure he used to talk more than this, even if it was rarely to her.

She cautiously approaches the Wight, looking as though it was writhing on the ground. She brings her dagger up ready to embed it in its chest, it was grasping at a bite mark on its own neck, screeching out before it turned to ice flakes blowing in the wind.

Why did it have a bite mark on its neck? How did it die without being killed by dragonglass? What was Jon doing here?

She held the pointy end of the dagger towards him. He knew something. Nobody who had just witnessed all this would be okay right now. He clearly knew Wights existed. He wasn't afraid. Sansa even thinks he just killed that one somehow.

She knew that there were other bad things in the world. Other monsters. And maybe he was one. How else could he have thrown that Wight so far.

Was she going to have to kill Robbs best friend?

"What. Are. You". There was no time for niceties, she had too many questions swirling around in her mind.

"I could ask you the same thing. What's Robbs little sister doing in a cemetery fighting monsters in the middle of the night". He takes a step closer to her then, she feels the heat coming off him in waves. Did he always run this hot? Was he sick?

He takes another step towards her approaching her as though she were a skittish doe. She wants to take one back because they're nearly touching, she feels the ghost of his touch brush her arms.

He's too close, he'll muddle her head up because all she know see's is him, all she hears is his heart beating fast, too fast. His scent floods all around her and she can only focus on him.

He puts a finger to her chin and tilts her head up to the sky.

He leans down and whispers in her ear, "Its almost a full moon".

Was that a fact or a warning. She didn't know, he was hard to understand. Boys were hard to understand at the best of times.

She stares at the moon, she never notices its phases, why would she ever need to bother. Looking at it now she could see it was almost there. On the cusp of being round and full.

She looks to him as he takes a step back, his pupils are wide as they gaze up at the sky.

He cuts down to her quick and sharp. The he grins. A wide one showing off pointed teeth that gleam in reflection of the light.

And she just knows again, that her whole world has shifted for a second time in her life, everything she knew would change once more.

#jonsa #jon x sansa #jonsa au #jonsa fic #jon and sansa #jonsa ao3 #jon and sansa fic #my fic #phases of the moon

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1-1snailxd-art · 5 years

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Sides of a Hero

Chapter Index

Chapter 1: Hindrance or help

Summary: Virgil keeps his past to himself out of fear and guilt. He may be a main side now, but was that what he was meant to be? Virgil never told the others about his existence prior to becoming a side. Would they still trust him if they knew what he did and who his friends use to be? Roman called them Dark Sides, but what are they really and how is Virgil connected to them?

Note: italics indicate inner thoughts of Virgil. Bold italics are for ***** and will be used when they are talking.

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Virgil felt the darkness swallowing him from below. He squeezed his eyes shut and pleaded for the voice to stop. He didn’t care that he was sinking. He only wanted it to stop

You failed, Anxiety. Just like we always knew you would.

Virgil was too exhausted to argue… I can’t argue with the truth. Virgil had one job as a main side; protect Thomas, and he had failed to do that. I’m sorry, Thomas. Virgil let his body relax into the dark liquid surrounding him and took a final breath before he was fully submerged.

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Logan, Patton and Roman sat on the lounge in the common area of the mindscape; watching ‘Learning new things about ourselves’ play on a large screen. Roman was pretty much glowing with pride as Patton commented on how well the video turned out.

“Aww, look at how cute Virgil’s puppet is,” Patton beamed. “It looks almost exactly like the one you made, Virgil.”

Virgil was sitting in the corner on his bean bag; hoodie pulled up and arms crossed firmly in front of him. Virgil never felt good about Thomas uploading a new video. There were so many possible consequences to consider and emotions filter and process. Regardless, he gave Patton a half smile and a thumbs up. I shouldn’t pass my negativity onto him.

“I thought you said you were going to make my puppet look more metallic?” Logan looked pointedly at Roman. “My puppet was metal and that clearly does not look like any metal alloy I have ever come across.”

“Well…I…” Roman was flustered; Virgil couldn’t help but smirk. “I did tell you that we couldn’t make the puppet look exactly the same. We are fictitious remember.”

“Yes, but you assured me that there would be an effect added to make it look more realistic. Were you simply providing a falsehood to calm me down?"

"What?” Roman glanced around, searching for the appropriate way to respond. “Do you really think I would do such a thing?" Virgil glanced around the room. Crap! Roman is trying to lie...I am not in the mood to deal with Deceit right now.

"Yes. That is why I inquired." Logan is getting angry. Is Rage here? Is Rage coming? I can’t have Rage and Deceit here at the same time. Logan had his arms crossed and was looking expectantly at Roman.

I’ve gotta stop this. "He was too busy focusing on how great he looked and forgot to ask Thomas to add in the affect." Why the heck did I say that?

Roman looked at Virgil in shock. Logan glanced at Virgil briefly before returning a daggered gaze to Roman. “Of course, you forgot,” Logan stood in front of Roman. “Why would you ever consider the needs of others.”

“Well if you were so concerned, then why didn’t you help with constructing the video?” Roman stood too. Both sides staring directly into each other’s eyes, defending their own sense of right. Patton’s attempts to calm them fell on deaf ears; as per usual. Virgil was scanning the room with heightened vigilance. Where are you, Rage?

“Who does all the research for the videos?”

Look what you did, Anxiety. Shut up.

“Research is pointless if the video isn’t entertaining!”

They are fighting and it is ALL. YOUR. FAULT.

“Would you two just shut up!” Virgil’s sudden loud voice silenced the others instantly.

Patton was relieved. “Thanks, Virgil. Now, I’m sure we can all come together and solve this issue in a more…respectful manner.”

Roman and Logan turned to face Patton and Virgil; waiting for them to continue. Virgil noticed the reflection of another side in Logan’s glasses; one eye flashed red.

“I agree,” Virgil tried to bite his tongue, but he was overwhelmed by frustration. Dang it, Rage! “We should start with Roman admitting that he has an inflated ego, and end with Logan admitting that he is hypercritical.” Shit. Patton looked hurt, as if Virgil had just thrown a perfectly good cookie in the bin or something.

“I don’t have to deal with this. I have other matters to deal with.” Logan marched down the hall towards the door that lead to his corner of Thomas’ mind.

“I too have matters to deal with.” Roman announced, following Logan. “I have a whole imagination kingdom to rule.”

“and I have to further Thomas’ understanding of the world.” Roman opened his door and turned; ready to rebut Logan’s comment, but Logan jumped back in before he could get a word out. “You know, because my job actually helps Thomas get ahead in life.”

Roman was left fuming as Logan quickly slammed his door. He hated not getting the last word in and Logan knew it. “I’m actually the one helping Thomas get ahead in his career!” Roman yelled at the closed door before slamming his own.

Well done, Anxiety. What a wonderful performance. You really do bring out the best in others. Thanks for that. Oh, you are most welcome.

Virgil couldn’t bring himself to look Patton in the eyes; fearing he might catch another glimpse of Rage. Regardless, he already knew that the fatherly figment was looking at him with disapproval. “You don’t need to say anything, Pat.”

Patton sighed, “Virgil did you…”

“Yeah, I’m out.” Virgil teleported to his room before Patton could finish his sentence. With how he was feeling right now, he knew he wouldn’t have been able to deal with a Patton talk right now.

Patton was left alone in the common area. He let out a long breath and started walking to his own door. “Sometimes you guys are worse than children,” he said to the empty hall as he walked down. Virgil heard him though. He was always listening.

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Being different had one perk. The other sides couldn’t sink to their rooms from the common area; but this rule didn’t apply to Virgil. It helped him escape many situations, and he was very thankful for that gift.

Virgil reappeared in the centre of his room. It was different to how Thomas, Talyn and Joan portrayed it in their YouTube videos. They took a lot of creative licence when writing the Sanders Sides series; the fictional world did seem a lot more fun than reality. The room was dark, and the lights struggled to reach the corners. Two massive wardrobes sat on opposite walls; there was a door to a bathroom; a bed against the centre of the back wall. The grey painted walls were chipped, and large cracks ran across them. There were shelves holding books and knick-knacks; but most of these represented key points of fear or worry from Thomas’ life. Virgil didn’t look upon them with much fondness at all.

Two shadowy figments crept forward from the corner of the room. Their shape had always reminded Virgil of a kid with a sheet thrown over their head, attempting to look like a ghost. Only problem was that these weren’t kids; despite their smallish stature. These shadows were the embodiment of Thomas and Virgil’s fears and worries.

“Only two of you. Well that isn’t too bad,” Virgil smirked at the shadows.

Never count your chickens before they hatch, Anxiety.

Virgil blinked and watched as two more shadows emerged from the darkness. Of course. I should never get my hopes up. “Alright. Lets get this over with.”

Virgil took a deep breath in as the shadows enveloped him and his mind was flooded with thoughts; his chest tightened, breathing hitched and tears began to form in his eyes.

Have fun with that, Anxiety.

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“The dark sides…. I made that name up. It’s pretty cool, right?”

Roman’s words echoed around Virgil’s ears, and when he opened his eyes he was no longer in his room. Instead he found himself at the edge of the mindscape, looking over the edge of a cliff. Below was dark emptiness, behind a thick forest and ahead…. a beautiful sunset. I haven’t been here in such a long time. I forgot how beautiful this place was. Virgil looked around and realised he was sitting with four other figures, but they were just out of focus. He turned to the figures on his left and squinted to improve his vision. Slowly, two young sides became clear; Ego and Lust?

Ego sat the furthest away, sporting a grey fedora and a green patterned shirt that made Virgil dizzy to look at. Ego, obviously, didn’t have a care in the world. He knew he looked fabulous and all other opinions were wrong. His face reflected that of a younger Thomas, but his clothes made him look so much older. Lust on the other hand wore a simple button up shirt and black slacks; their face was split with half feminine make up and the other appearing very masculine.

How are Ego and Lust here? They can’t be here. Virgil’s breathing increased as he turned to his right and saw the young sides on his other side. His breathing hitched as Deceit and Rage came into focus.

Where Lust’s face appeared split by make-up, Deceit’s whole body was divided so half of him appeared reptilian. While his right eye was normal, his left sported a yellow, slit eye and his skin was leathery with bright yellow scales. Virgil watched him fiddle with the sleeves of his brown and yellow coat and casually adjust his yellow gloves to cover his scales as much as possible. What is going on here?

Rage slapped Deceit’s hand, “Stop fidgeting and just relax. None of us here care about your scales.” Rage’s voice sounded far away, even though he was right next to Virgil. Rage smoothed back his already slick hair and wiped his hand on his red tank top; looking over at Lust and Ego. I remember this.

Ego stood and reached a hand out to Lust, who gladly used it to pull themself up. “It is time we headed back to the Kingdom, Lust. I’m sure Prince Roman has finished building the north village by now.” No. Please don’t make me do this again.

“You two are really fitting in in the kingdom, aren’t you?” Virgil’s voice echoed out, even though he desperately wanted to bite his tongue (this was become a regular thing). “Just living your best lives with Prince Perfect.”

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Anxiety,” tittered Lust. “The mindscape is becoming more solid. We impulses either find our place or spend our days roaming the different areas of Thomas’ mind.”

Tell them you understand. “Whatever.”

“It sucks that you found a place you feel safe,” Deceit added. “I hope I never find my place.” Even Deceit was kinder than me back then, and he can only lie.

“Thanks, Deceit.” Ego and Lust spoke in time. They had hung out enough to easily comprehend Deceit’s truth behind his lying curse.

“I’ll see you two around, probably. I visit the kingdom on occasion,” Rage added. The cool breeze was helping him maintain his composure.

Lust lent down and wrapped their arms around Virgil’s shoulders. “You’ll find your place, Anxiety. Come visit us from time to time.” Wish them good luck you idiot. Virgil grumbled at Lust’s comment.

Ego knelt and rested a hand on Virgil’s arm. “You know we will never be far away. And as much as it pains me to admit it…You are an important part of Thomas. You’ll find your place soon.”

Don’t do it. Virgil roughly shrugged Lust and Ego off. “Yeah, yeah. Would you just get out of here already. Your presence is starting to make me feel sick.” No! I didn’t mean it! Don’t leave yet!

Virgil was forced to watch as Deceit and Rage gave Lust and Ego a friendly farewell and the two sunk out.

Once again, a beautiful performance, Anxiety. One of my favourite memories. So... heartfelt.

Virgil opened his eyes and found he was back in his room; laying on the floor breathing heavily. His hands were sore from being clenched in a fist during the nightmare of a memory. As he carefully sat up, Virgil could hear the echo of laughter coming from one of his wardrobes.

“You really are an ass, Depression.”

What more would you expect from me, Anxiety? Besides, that was your memory, not mine.

Virgil could practically hear the grin in Depressions words. But it was true. That wasn’t a fictitious nightmare, or a projection of something that could go wrong with Thomas. It was a true memory from Virgil’s past….and they were the most haunting of all.

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Weapons on me

This is my first Bucky x reader (plus sized reader) as @beardburnsupersoldiers and @starsofyggdrasil wanted more reader inserts for those that are deemed big by society. So a lot of body positivity is being written and i have more small oneshots for both bucky and steve and even one three way coming. I have a non-binary/genderfluid oneshot planned and an ace one and if i get to it a gay one as well. :) i also take commions if people want a specific one that I haven’t got planned yet. Anyhow enjoy and only positive feedback please.

Curiously, you watched Natasha and Bucky lay out their weapons across 3 tables, on the floor is still more bags filled with even more weapons. Your eyes widen with each new addition to the table, each one more dangerous than the last, and you are pretty sure that at least half of these weapons are illegal in the USA and have no clue what some are called.

Once most are laid out on the tables, Natasha and Bucky pull up some chairs and grab their cleaning equipment. With sure confident hands they both start different ends of a table. Expertly taking apart and cleaning the pieces before re-assembling each weapon, the movements almost graceful.

“How many do you guys have?” Unable to keep quiet, brushing back stray strands of hair from your eyes that are open wide still as you gawk at a sword? You think it’s a sword…it looks wickedly sharp and you’re sure if you took one more step in its direction you would gain a cut from it.

Grinning impishly, Bucky sharpens and diligently clean one of his favourite daggers, on its end is a scorpion-like decorative handle. You recognise it as a gift Tony had brought back from Egypt. Winking at you, Bucky places it back down carefully.

“We gotta have a good selection for different missions,” he drawls, his voice low and soft, it feels like you’re being wrapped in blankets when he speaks low, a soft rumble. Faint blush dust’s your cheek as you pull a cushion to your chest, playing with the soft fluff that covers it.

“Then why do you always use the same ones?”

Smirking, Natasha glances up at Bucky as she cleans her widow bites. Last mission she had gotten blood in the works

“She’s got you there,”

Flipping Natasha off, Bucky picks up a rifle and sets about stripping it apart carefully.

“I happen to have favourites that are great for all missions!”

Looking back at you, Bucky smiles warmly before turning back to his work. You’ve both have only been dating 3 months, and yet sometimes you still couldn’t believe that Bucky had asked you out.

You would have thought that he would have gone for someone like Natasha; someone thin and petite. Someone who in your mind was the definition of beauty but no, he asked you. You who was definitely not petite nor stick thin; your body was a more pear-shaped body, curvaceous and soft. You are what society would call plus size, but Bucky called you beautiful. He said your body was filled with love because of your compassionate nature, he often gushed about how soft you were to cuddle. When you asked why he went for someone larger than society deemed appropriate, he only replied with-

“If I wanted a thin girlfriend, I’d attach a fleshlight to a rake”

That comment still made you giggle at the ridiculous image in your head.

What had started as a mishap in an airport had turned into the best relationship you could have asked for. Bucky was so sweet and gentle with you, often bringing you back gifts from his missions and sending you flowers every so often with the cheesiest poems ever.

In fact, you still keep each poem in a box by your bed back at home.

“How many weapons can you hide on your bodies at once?” A question that had often crossed your mind, morbid curiosity taking over you moved over to Bucky’s side, pulling up a chair to watch. The smell of gun oil and leather invading your senses. A smell that you have come to love recently.

Glancing at you knowingly as Bucky catches you inhaling deeply, he shuffles closer to kiss you sweetly. Humming thoughtfully as he pulls away, Bucky seems to think about your question seriously.

“Hmm, if my goal is to put on as many weapons…I could probably get around 30? More if most are small blades. Good for undercover missions or if you are likely to get caught, more small blades you have on you the less likely they are to all be found. Handy to pick locks with”

Smirking he points to a small collection of small blades on the table to the left of you. The small collection must consist of at least 50 blades if not more. Each small blade looks sharp but not exactly dangerous.

“They don’t look exactly fatal?”

It’s Natasha that answers her this time.

“I use them for lock picking and getting out of restraints, their also handy to cover in poison or a paralysing liquid. You hide the blade in your mouth or hair if you are immune to it and use the blade to cut your target”

“…how many dangerous substances are you both immune to?”

The silence that followed chilled you, just thinking about the training they must have each had to endure to become immune to such dangerous things, scared you. Pushing those thoughts aside for now, you ask about the various other weapon that lay upon the tables, patiently the assassin duo take turns telling you about each one you point to and how best to use them.

Pulling you to the side after cleaning, Bucky takes a few more hours teaching you how to safely handle some of the less dangerous weapons and how best to conceal them on your body should you need to. Bucky always takes time to make sure to teach you some self defence, saying that just for being associated with any of the avengers you needed to be able to defend your self. Enough that you can get chances to run away from the attacker.

He teaches you to use your size to your advantage and even tells her that her body size is more ideal as you are harder to conceal yourself and heavier to pick up. Making fighting back more in your favour, plus your feisty attitude makes you an intimidating opponent which Bucky always seems proud of.

For fun you all decide to see how many weapons you can hide on your body. You manage to conceal nearly 40 weapons making Natasha pout in envy.

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minnie-marvel · 6 years

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Crown Fell (Peter Parker x Reader) Part 4

Asgard has been destroyed and the time has come for you to live on Midgard with your brothers Thor and Loki. They’ve decided in order to live among humans you must learn to adapt to them, and what better place to do that then highschool? Don’t worry too much though, a very cute Peter Parker is ready to teach you and might be the Prince Charming you never thought you’d find on earth.

Peter Parker x Reader

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/N: Okay but we all know that we busted an entire tear when we saw Rue’s death scene in Hunger Games let’s be real for a second. I really wanted to get this out before my wisdom teeth removal so here ya go!

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You kicked your feet to and fro tapping furiously at the new phone in your hand. It was a gift from Tony Stark, a way to communicate with him and the rest of the Avengers should the time arise. You still sat on the barstool Peter leaning beside you as he helped you punch in his number as a contact.

“There! Now if you need me but I’m not here, you can click these and we can talk whenever you want,” He smiled innocently looking up at you his chocolate brown eyes making your cheeks flush as you looked at him.

“But…does that mean you’ll be leaving on a mission after this weekend?” You asked disappointment creeping into your tone. He waved his hands feverishly in response to whisk away your sudden sadness.

“N-no I’ll still be here!! And at school too!! It’s for like when I’m not two feet away from you, you know?” he asked to help you put both of your minds at ease. Peter wasn’t sure if his heart could take another somber gaze from you.

You felt your lips smile and you nodded shoving the phone into his hands. “Now then! You’ll have to show this Instagram Flash was talking about, I’m quite curious!!”

Peter laughed and happily obliged starting to make your account for you. “Okay, what do you want people to call you on here?” He asked as you rested a hand on his shoulder while you watched, making a chill run down his spine.

“Hmm… it should be something inconspicuous… what would you suggest?” You asked blinking up at him.

“what about just your name? Or Y/N. O with some numbers or x’s?”

“PERFECT! Go forth Peter, I’m anxious for this Instagram to finally take shape,” You said eagerly as he tapped your name away with two simple x’s before and after your name and initials. He took a step back with the phone still in his hands your face perfectly fitting in the frame.

“Peter? What are you doing?” You asked curiously tilting your head to the side.

“It’s not complete without a picture! Smile!” He cheered. It wasn’t like he had to ask you twice. The happiness in his voice was enough to make you break out in a huge grin.

Snap!

He set the picture as your profile icon and added it to your page without a caption before handing the phone back to you. “Now you can add and follow people as much as you’d like! I followed you,” he explained pointing to an icon of him and Ned in mid-handshake. You smiled at his profile scanning what few pictures you could before a notification popped on your feed. You squinted at your phone.

“Flash_99 has followed you…? How quick…” You whispered to yourself. Peter nearly fell over looking at your phone too. “I JUST made this account like… literally a minute ago!! God, he’s so annoying…” he muttered to himself throwing a hand through his hair. You shrugged and clicked the phone off before approaching Peter again.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I like you far better than I do Flash,” You smiled before walking off, leaving Peter a blushing mess, that tried to struggle from melting into the cracks between the floorboards.

“Okay everyone, since it's our little princess’ first day home from school I thought it might be appropriate for a little catch-up party!!” Tony Stark had hopped over the large seat planting himself comfortably while swinging his legs over the sides.

“Aww sweet a catch-up party??” Peter asked sitting on the floor right by Thor’s feet. “This’ll be great,” You sat between your two brothers as you usually did, blinking as the huge flat screen slowly descended from the living rooms ceiling. You leaned your head down to Peter. “what’s a catch-up party?”

Steve sat properly on a sofa close by while the rest of the Avengers who wanted to join you filtered in the room slowly. Some had bowls of popcorn, others bottles of sodas and cups to pass around. You turned to listen to Steve’s explanation.

“I’m older than the rest of these guys,” He explained pointing to the collective group with the back of his thumbs. “I come from a time that didn’t have all these different forms of technology, and movies and things, so every once in a while we throw one of these parties to catch me up to speed with how things are in the twenty-first century,” he took a cup and filled it with sprite before taking a sip of the bubbling liquid.

“This will be good for you too Y/N, it might help you with making some references,” Tony said grabbing the remote and turning the television on. “I think we’ll have to pick a teen movie for your sake, we’ve got Mean Girls, High-school musical, Twilight, The Princess diaries- I think you might actually enjoy that-”

You pointed your finger to one picture that had a serious looking girl pointing an arrow seemingly at you. “What’s that one?” You asked almost expecting for her picture to move.

“That? That’s The Hunger Games,” Peter answered tossing a glance at you. “It’s kind of violent though… are you sure you want to watch it?” He arched an eyebrow and you returned him with a sly smirk.

“You’re asking this to the person who pulled a knife on you earlier today?” You asked.

“What?!” The whole room erupted minus your brothers (Loki looked especially pleased) and Peter causing you to shrug sheepishly. “We were only playing!!” You defended flicking your wrist a dagger appearing in your hand in an instant.

“She can do the instant dagger thing too?!?!?” Bruce asked already letting his fingernails dig into the arms of the chair he sat in.

“Sister, your Loki is showing,” Thor said patting your shoulder. You pouted as you flicked your wrist again the dagger seemingly disappearing into thin air.

“I’ll try not to take that as an insult brother,” Loki chimed as he pulled you close to him. “It’s high time you showed your mischievous side!”

“Is that so Loki??” You erupted in a laugh pulling Thor with you as the three of you collided in a sort of dogpile on Loki, the combined weight of both you and Thor nearly choking him. He slapped your bodies away vigorously like a cat who had water dumped on them who sought out revenge.

Peter and the rest of the Avengers couldn’t help but stare. It was so odd to see Thor and Loki act so friendly. They weren’t complaining though, anyone would have preferred a happy Loki as to a sad one, or even worse- an angry one.

“Alright, quit horsing around you three, I’m gonna start this baby up,” Tony said pressing play shuffling into his chair more. You suddenly found your attention drawn to the television as the movie started.

You can’t say the violence shocked you or really anyone but Peter being that he was the one that was least used to the violent lifestyle that the rest of you were all accustomed too. You hardly reacted throughout the whole thing but listening to Peter’s commentary proved to be a bit funnier than expected. Halfway you found yourself sliding to the floor next to him because Tony threatened to blast him with his iron suit if he said one more lame pun. You of course still wanted to hear everything he had to say about the movie so you stayed close- much to your brothers’ dismay.

You hugged your knees as the pale light from the screen reflected onto your faces while the rest of you sat in the dark. You suddenly felt your body go still as you saw a child have a spear thrown straight to her chest. As the protagonist sang softly to her body you felt your eyes sting, tears welling up inside them. Your lips pursed as you tried not to give yourself away, but Peter’s eyes were looking into yours from the side.

You didn’t see it but both of your brother’s body had tensed up uncomfortably as they forced themselves to watch the screen. Loki felt his nails dig into his own skin as he crossed his arms tightly and Thor’s teeth clenched so hard on top of one another that he thought they might break. They barely moved barely breathed until the scene was over. When it finished and the riot ended their eyes tore themselves from the screen and landed on you as you rubbed your shoulders.

They didn’t let their gaze shift from you for the rest of their movie because some part of them, even if it was a small part, feared that if they did, you might have ended up the same way as the poor girl in the movie.

After the credits rolled and the lights came on everyone broke out into individual discussions about the movie. You couldn’t help but attack Peter with questions.

“So they both were allowed to live with their lives?? How is the Capital not furious??”

“Oh, they are,”

“Then why are they still alive and fine?? Why couldn’t the little girl live too?”

“Well, there's another movie,”

Your jaw just about dropped as you leaned in close to Peter’s face. “Another?!” You asked. Peter couldn’t help but blush despite knowing that he had two Norse gods watching his every move. Your eyes were just so close to him, he could see the different specks of color in them seemingly glistening with excitement.

“Y-yeah like… two more,” He answered averting his eyes shyly.

“TWO?!?!?!?” You shouted. You grabbed his hands quickly in yours. “Peter, we must watch these immediately!! I have so many questions, so many thoughts so many-”

“Y/N, it’s getting late,” Thor said standing to his feet. “Perhaps you can watch in the morning, for now, we all need rest,” he said taking you by the back of your collar without breaking a sweat. He threw you over his shoulder.

“Goodnight fellow Avengers, Peter,” he said not even bothering to glance back as you were carried away to your room.

“Tread carefully spider-boy,” Loki said in a soft hiss leaning down into Peter’s ear from behind causing him to jolt in place his heart jumping out of his chest in fear. He left him grasping at the cotton shirt he wore breathing heavily a soft “oh my god,” escaping his lips.

Peter wasn’t sure if he had just made two very powerful adversaries or not, but he wasn’t going to try and push their buttons to try and find out.

Meanwhile, you sat in your bed still trying to figure out how the foreign application on your phone when you saw a number one pop onto a small bubble at the corner of your screen. Curious to what it did you clicked onto it blinking at the message it held.

‘Hey Y/N, I’m gonna be throwing a dope ass party at my house tomorrow night, you should totally come ’

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snail-giggles · 5 years

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Sides of a Hero

Warnings: Anxiety, Depression, injury, nightmares, panic

Ao3

Chapter 1: Hindrance or Help

Key: italics indicate inner thoughts of Virgil. Bold italics are for ***** and will only be used when they are talking.

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Virgil felt the darkness swallowing him from below. He squeezed his eyes shut and pleaded for the voice to stop. He didn’t care that he was sinking. He only wanted it to stop

You failed, Anxiety. Just like we always knew you would.

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“Aww, look at how cute Virgil’s puppet is,” Patton beamed. “It looks almost exactly like the one you made, Virgil.”

“Well…I…” Roman was flustered; Virgil couldn’t help but smirk. “I did tell you that we couldn’t make the puppet look exactly the same. We are fictitious remember.”

“Yes, but you assured me that there would be an effect added to make it look more realistic. Were you simply providing a falsehood to calm me down?"

I’ve gotta stop this. "He was too busy focusing on how great he looked and forgot to ask Thomas to add in the affect." Why the heck did I say that?

“Who does all the research for the videos?”

Look what you did, Anxiety. Shut up.

“Research is pointless if the video isn’t entertaining!”

They are fighting and it is ALL. YOUR. FAULT.

“Would you two just shut up!” Virgil’s sudden loud voice silenced the others instantly.

Patton was relieved. “Thanks, Virgil. Now, I’m sure we can all come together and solve this issue in a more…respectful manner.”

Roman and Logan turned to face Patton and Virgil; waiting for them to continue. Virgil noticed the reflection of another side in Logan’s glasses; one eye flashed red.

“I don’t have to deal with this. I have other matters to deal with.” Logan marched down the hall towards the door that lead to his corner of Thomas’ mind.

“I too have matters to deal with.” Roman announced, following Logan. “I have a whole imagination kingdom to rule.”

Well done, Anxiety. What a wonderful performance. You really do bring out the best in others.

Thanks for that.

Oh, you are most welcome.

Patton sighed, “Virgil did you…”

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“Only two of you. Well that isn’t too bad,” Virgil smirked at the shadows.

Never count your chickens before they hatch, Anxiety.

Virgil blinked and watched as two more shadows emerged from the darkness. Of course. I should never get my hopes up. “Alright. Lets get this over with.”

Virgil took a deep breath in as the shadows enveloped him and his mind was flooded with thoughts; his chest tightened, breathing hitched and tears began to form in his eyes.

Have fun with that, Anxiety.

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“The dark sides…. I made that name up. It’s pretty cool, right?”

Tell them you understand. “Whatever.”

“It sucks that you found a place you feel safe,” Deceit added. “I hope I never find my place.” Even Deceit was kinder than me back then, and he can only lie.

“Thanks, Deceit.” Ego and Lust spoke in time. They had hung out enough to easily comprehend Deceit’s truth behind his lying curse.

“I’ll see you two around, probably. I visit the kingdom on occasion,” Rage added. The cool breeze was helping him maintain his composure.

Lust lent down and wrapped their arms around Virgil’s shoulders. “You’ll find your place, Anxiety. Come visit us from time to time.” Wish then good luck you idiot. Virgil grumbled at Lust’s comment.

Ego knelt and rested a hand on Virgil’s arm. “You know we will never be far away. And as much as it pains me to admit it…You are an important part of Thomas. You’ll find your place soon.”

Virgil was forced to watch as Deceit and Rage gave Lust and Ego a friendly farewell and the two sunk out.

Once again, a beautiful performance, Anxiety. One of my favourite memories. So... heartfelt.

“You really are an ass, Depression.”

What more would you expect from me, Anxiety? Besides, that was your memory, not mine.

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OC’s as Inquisition Companions

Name: Ariel Grace

Race / Class / Specialization: Human / Archer, then must switch to daggers or sword/shield when her glasses break/are broken / Tempest (or Ranger, if we’re allowed to use other game’s specializations…)

Gender Identity: Female; she/her

Varric’s Nickname for them: Pixie

Short Bio: Having grown up with fantasy stories and playing games to escape her ever-mediocre life back home, she was very familiar with Dragon Age. Impressively so, by some people’s measure. Now, she’s here and she has no idea what to do about it. She finds that she has to relearn how to read and becomes ill often because she has not encountered the diseases of Thedas. Another curiosity is that she appears to either reflect or absorb magic, essentially making her immune to both offensive and defensive/restorative magic. She is able to expel it as well, but it often comes out as a different element than was used on her and is hard for her to control in the beginning.

What would their companion card look like?

<<Death Tarot>>

Recruitment Mission: It is an optional war table mission. It’s next to Haven on the map and is simply a notification from Solas about having gotten notice from scouts of an unusual rift. And that he needs to see them as soon as possible. If you choose to “Go to” you will go outside and towards the dungeons and Solas will come up dragging a bound Ariel with him.

Basically, she appears near Haven and is found by a scouting party before you decide to look for help from either the Mages or Templars. She’s taken to Haven’s dungeons and interrogated by Cassandra and Solas. Mostly Solas. He brings her to the Inquisitor to have them decide what to do with her, citing that she seems to have foreknowledge of the world, but he cannot place how she came there or even what she is. You will have the option to allow her to join the Inquisition or to kill her. If you don’t choose the mission, she will simply starve/freeze in the Haven dungeons.

Where would they be in Skyhold / Haven?

In Haven, she would be near the mines area you fall in while escaping or in the clinic, being treated.

In Skyhold she’d be in the library, with Varric in the hall, by the stables talking with the horses or with Dagna (if you recruit her) in the Underforge.

Quest 1: <<TBD>>

Quest 2: <<TBD>>

Quest 3: <<TBD>>

How to get their approval:

Help “the little guy” (aka people that are down on their luck and need help, beggars, slaves seeking freedom, etc.); Be curious, since she very much wants to know everything she can (if she doesn’t already know about it from the codex entries); Be snarky to nobles or those that are snarky with you; help/be nice to your fellow companions.

How to get their disapproval:

Protect nobility at the expense of those beneath them; turning a blind eye in exchange for gold; flirting with others if you are in a relationship (with her or anyone else); being abrasive when you could have saved people by being diplomatic/clever.

Are they romanceable?

Yes! By men and women, (race gated against dwarves and qunari - Sorry! T_T) but you will need to go VERY easy on the flirting for a while if you’re a lady. She’s not had a physical relationship with a woman before, but is open to the idea.

Can you have sex with them?

Only if you’re on friendly terms; none of this ‘rivalmance’ nonsense. If you’re on her blacklist, she’d rather stick some acid on your lips than kiss them.

Are they open to polyamoury?

Only if it’s talked through and everything is out in the open. She will be very upset for quite a while if you just randomly decide to add another person. And she will be VERY hesitant to join an already established relationship because she needs reassurance that she’s worthwhile.

If they can be romanced and are not will they begin a relationship / relationships with other characters? If so, who?

If Cullen isn’t being romanced, she’d probably start one with him. She’d be there for him during his lyrium withdrawal episodes and sing him back to sleep when he woke.

If Zevran was there and not romanced with the Warden, she’d go for him; same with Fenris not romanced by Hawke.

Who are they friendly with?

Varric is her best friend (except the Inquisitor, if they’re good to her).

The Iron Bull and she get along well; he’s curious about her and likes teasing her.

She likes reading those smutty novels with Cassandra and encourages her so she can “practice reading” ;P.

She and Cullen will be all but kindred spirits in temperament and will get along well; she invents a potion that tastes like lyrium to help his withdrawal (like a kind of placebo). She will also question him about his views on mages and remind him of how he used to talk about them. She wants him to really grow as a person, not just be forgiven for who is was and no follow-up made.

Dorian and Ariel have a kind of love-hate relationship, since he loves to tease her/play flirt and enjoys her easy-to-blush nature far too much. Still, she respects him for trying to change Tevinter and since she spends a lot of time in the library they’re near each other a lot. They often have discussions he has a hard time stomaching about his homeland (usually regarding slavery).

She respects Josephine but the Antivan is very confused by Ariel’s venomous reaction to nobility considering her background.

She also respects Leliana’s abilities but they argue over the Chantry and faith when either topic comes up.

She both likes and hates Cole. She appreciates that he helps people and often asks him to help her help people, but she hates when he reads her.

She likes Blackwall and they often discuss his past (after she reveals she knows) and she encourages him to just atone as Blackwall. She affectionately calls him “Dad” because he reminds her of her father and often gives her fatherly advice, especially about combat.

Who do they dislike?

She knows what Solas wants to do and she hates him for it. They often argue about it, as she’s trying desperately to change his mind. Still, he helps her manage her odd abilities and helps her deal with her odd relationship to the Fade.

Though in goal/opinion they are very similar, she dislikes Sera. She sees her as little more than a snotty brat with a vicious temper and a deplorable liking for “pranks”.

She dislikes Vivienne on principle, as she’s a noble in every aspect and enjoys that life. Eventually, she comes to respect her and it is somewhat mutual.

Cole’s reading:

“Thoughts… so much. Home. It’s not a game anymore. I can’t say it. What’s the point of knowing… if you can’t change it?”

Companion card changes

Loyalty:

<<Temperance Tarot>>

Romance:

<<TBD>>

Side Mission:

<<TBD>>

When nearing a hidden item:

“Looks like things have been disturbed here...”

When seeing a high dragon:

“Well, great! There’s death coming from every possible direction now.”

Or, if The Iron Bull is in the party:

“...No, Bull. I’m not dying today.”

Side quest reaction(s):

<<TBD>>

Low health:

“Some help would be nice!”

“I wonder...where I’ll go…”

The Inquisitor falls:

(If friendly/romanced) “NO! I won’t let you go!”

(If neutral) “Our Inquisitor needs us!”

(If low approval) “You can’t give up!”

Greeting(s) / Goodbye(s)

Low approval:

“What do you want now?”

“Yeah, you go have fun elsewhere. I’ve got actual work to do.”

Neutral approval:

“Do you need something?”

“Okay. Bye then.”

Friendly:

“Oh, hey! What’s up?”

“Let me know if you need anything else. I’ll be around.”

Romanced:

“O-oh. Uhm… hi!” o///o

“Hope you can spare some time for me later. I’ve… really missed you.” >////>

Opinions on mages / templars / how the world is going to shit?

She’s very much against mages murdering people to retain their freedom, but she is equally against all the abuses that templars had heaped upon them to bring them to this point.

She thinks the rebel mages could be brought to heel and likes the idea of them creating the College of Enchanters, outside the Chantry’s influence, and wants all mages to be free but to be taught how to control their magic and punished appropriately when they do not.

She knows the Templars are useful, but doesn’t like them as an order controlled by the Chantry. She wants them to be disbanded and made into a separate type of guardsman everywhere so mages could live as normal people but still be brought to heel if they went all abomination or killed someone/manipulated them with magic.

She knows what created the breach so she has to keep her mouth shut about it and thus doesn’t like talking about it.

Something guaranteed to make them leave the party?

If you help slavers, take a bribe to turn a blind eye or kill innocents.

Imprisoned at Redcliffe

How is your OC holding up in Redcliffe, being slowly infected with red lyrium over the course of a year?

She heaves this incredibly dramatic sigh when she sees the Inquisitor. Basically just says, “FUCKING FINALLY, GET ME OUT OF THIS CELL.” She’s not infected but it’s been trying for so long that she’s weak as all hell from it stealing her energy.

The Fade

How they react:

Awe and nervousness. She dreams of this place but the interactions are all different. She is normally protected by spirits, who found her first as she slowly mastered her ‘gift/curse’ and became visible to the other denizens. She may have several whisps following her about as you wander, as they recognized and found her, but they are scared and weakened in the Nightmare’s territory.

Their tombstone:

Being Nothing but a Burden

What fears look like:

Goliath Tigerfish

“Okay, this is fucked up. I know this is the Fade and the laws of normal existence don’t apply, but still! You need water to swim, not air!” ~points accusingly at an approaching nightmare~ “Stop snappin’ your jaws at me you assholes!”

What the Nightmare says:

“And here is the talk of the Fade. The anomaly. The stranger in a strange land.” ~deep, booming laughter~ “Your spirits cannot save you here, child. I have long wondered what kind of creature you would become were I to claim you…”

OR, if romanced:

“Ah, the anomaly. Do you truly know what will happen here? I will tell you, since you crave knowledge. Your beloved will die and I will throw you back to suffer. Wilt away in your guilt and despair. You will feed me and my brethren for years to come, wallowing in it until it is all you know… just like your father.”

Hawke or Warden:

She understand the reasons for both

There will be a minor approval drop for choosing the Warden (large if it is a romanced Alistair)

If Hawke romanced Fenris, there will be a major approval drop

If Hawke romanced anyone else or remained alone, there will be a minor approval drop

The Wardens - Exile or Allies?

Again, she understand the reasons for both. Only a minor approval drop for exile and minor approval boost for making them allies.

Halamshiral

Where they linger:

If she’s not romanced she’ll probably be near Cullen, engaging him in conversation in order to help keep the “suitors” at bay.

If she or Cullen is romanced she’ll be seeking shelter with Varric and tells you to hurry up so she can get the hell out of this viper’s nest.

Are they good at the Game?

She could be, if she wanted to be. She knows how she just hates using the skills she was brought up with as a child of an upper-middle class family back home.

What people say about them:

(if neither she nor Cullen were romanced)

“Why must that homely girl take up the Commander’s time? Doesn’t she realize her betters need to speak with him?”

(if the Inquisitor romanced her)

“The Inquisitor keeps such homely company… I can’t see why there are rumors about them. She is unremarkable and abrasive.”

“Who is that mouse beside Master Tethras? A fan of his work?”

Gaspard, Briala or Celene?

Briala and Celene together! Always. OTP. Major approval boost for this option.

She’ll give a minor approval boost for Briala blackmailling Gaspard or Celene ruling alone.

Will have a major approval drop for allowing Gaspard to rule alone.

Temple of Mythal

Rituals or Hole?

Ritual. This is their place and you must respect it. Plus, she knows that you’ll get there before it’s too late even if you take the time and knows how to do the puzzle.

Agree with the Elves’ bargain?

YES. She hates having to kill anyone if there’s another way… unless they’re assholes. Abelas kind of is, but not enough to justify being killed. Plus, it’s easier to get where you’re going if you accept and she will be taking photos of the murals and stuff you find along the way for safekeeping/inspection later.

Morrigan or the Inquisitor for the Well?

She leaves it up to the Inquisitor if they’re not involved.

If romanced or if they are friends, she will tell the Inquisitor that they really don’t want to take it in and to let Morrigan do it. “It will be helpful… you just don’t want the burden. Trust me.”

Trespasser:

Depending on who she’s with, she’ll have done different things.

If she was romanced by the Inquisitor she’d be busy helping with the Inquisition. Creating new tools/helping advance medicine for non-mages as well as mages/trying to recreate basics from home like running water that anyone can install on their houses. She’d go with them to the Exalted Council if asked and will be able to tell them about what’s going on if they asked/wanted to know. She could also be told to stay behind and use her knowledge of the attending nobles to help Josephine.

If she wasn’t romanced by the Inquisitor and Cullen wasn’t romanced, she would be assisting him. She would have expanded her making of the placebo to give to all the Templars that wanted to be off of lyrium. She will likely have also worked with advancing medicine and providing basic improvements to people’s lives. Again, if asked, she would attend the Exalted Council. If not, Cullen will likely ask her to come just to help him retain his sanity. He will ask her to marry him there, as he would have the Inquisitor. She would happily find the Inquisitor to let them know and tell them they need to survive so they can all meet up again for a proper party and feast for the wedding when they get back to Ferelden.

If Zevran was around she’d help him in dealing with the Crows and set up a library where she takes in and “homeschools” recruits that he liberates from the Crows. She’s soon surrounded by children and is unable to attend the Exalted Council. Before she left the Inquisition she acquired a pair of sending crystals so that no matter where she was the Inquisitor could get a hold of her if necessary. She will advise them on what to do if they ask.

If Fenris was around, they’d travel about tracking down slavers and eventually attempt to lead a slave uprising in Tevinter. Since, by the end of her tale she’d be a powerful proper mage she could do reconnaissance in full view and not be thought much of. She would have given the Inquisitor one of a pair of sending crystals to keep in contact and would offer her knowledge if asked during the Exalted Council. In Tevinter, she tips off the right people and kills those that won’t help and then Fenris inspires slaves to rise. She’d meet Dorian on his way back and chuckle, saying, “time to put out the fires and start again. I did the easy part. The rest is up to you.” She’ll probably get hit for that.

I’ll probably add more at some point. Still can’t decide about her side quests... so that’ll have to wait.

#OC: Ariel Grace #Ariel #Ariel Grace #OC's as Inquisition companions #companion info #companion #DA:I companion #DA:I recruitable #MGIT

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Attrition of Peace

Nine: Axel

We’re Only Sworn Enemies. What’s the Worst that Could Happen?

The worst thing that could happen during Axel and Reyna’s date happened: they had a great time.

There was some part of Axel that wanted to sabotage everything, so neither he nor Reyna needed to worry about the other as anything more than a comrade in arms. But everything fit together like setting a sword in a custom showcase, like fate decided today was a romantic subplot day.[1]

She destroyed him in their morning fight, much to the delight of her soldiers and much to Axel’s expectation in his exhausted state. Everyone was baffled when each weapon he touched broke within a few swings. He’d managed to skirt around questions about that curse.

Euna fell into the weird, focused calm she got when she fought—the distraction he was hoping she’d get. The only oddity was Frank. According to Reyna’s criticism, he was a flustered mess during their training, and freaked out even more when he saw Hazel.

But Axel couldn’t care about that. Not when he and Reyna went for hot chocolate after morning muster. She gave him a tour of New Rome, with all its shops and its university—all colorful and chaotic in contrast to Camp Jupiter.

As they walked, Axel teased and tested her, asking what her soldiers would do if they were attacked from various weak spots around the camp, like from the air or underground or within, strategies he’d come up with years ago but Kronos and Krios had shot down.

He didn’t know many girls that would enjoy that kind of verbal strategy game, but Reyna parceled through each challenge tactfully and posed harsh rebuttals to explore the logistics of his attacks. “How many soldiers do you think you could get in? How are they armed? Do they have the blessing of any god?” He could see the mental checklist forming in her head of adjustments she might need to make to their defenses.

When they left the training fields that morning, she’d been tense and distant. Especially after they overheard Calex and a centurion chatting on the sidelines. Apparently he, Merry, and Kally had come to watch.

“Do you think something is happening between them?” the centurion mumbled.

“They both wish there was,” Calex snorted.

“Ha! How would you know that about Reyna? She’s as cold as ice.”

“I’m a son of Eros, mate. That’s kinda my territory.”

But, after leaving Camp Jupiter, changing into street clothes, dropping off Argentum and Aurum, and walking amongst the Roman retirees and their families, she began to relax. After hot chocolate, came lunch.

As they’d passed a traditional Roman restaurant, the owner—who apparently was a recently retired soldier—whispered to one of his workers, “Is that the praetor on a date?! She took a day off?! Holy Venus! Get them inside for a free meal!” They hadn’t planned for it, but… well, it was the same treatment they’d been getting all morning from the locals.

“That’s unnecessary Adams,” Reyna told the giddy owner, a man only five or so years older than Axel.

The man laughed and waved his hand. “It’s completely necessary. But if you won’t have that, at least you’re in time for our Menday’s surprise discount. Half off for lunch!”

Axel was 90% sure that was a letter away from mendax or a liar’s surprise, but he decided his Latin was weak enough to accept a discounted meal. Especially when the owner shoved them into a semi-private triclinium, with long couches for them to lounge on instead of chairs.

“Your old troops really love you,” he said after the owner left.

From how irritated Reyna looked, she wasn’t used to this kind of treatment, and he guessed that she wouldn’t normally let it happen. “It’s not appropriate for a praetor to take advantage of her position,” she said

“You do a lot for New Rome. Maybe New Rome just wants to acknowledge it and show its appreciation,” he said. Axel wasn’t sure how close he should get to her when they went to the couch. As traditional Roman meals were supposed to go, they lay down on their stomachs and propped up on their elbows.

Axel felt childish; he couldn’t believe he felt nervous being by her on a couch.

He allowed a solid half-foot between them and tried not to make a sound when she adjusted to be closer.

“Would you let your troops?” she asked.

“No,” he admitted, then puffed up his cheeks and popped them. He fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette, only to remember he didn’t have any here. There was a box in his pocket though, presumably bubble gum from Pax. Ever since Pax found out that Axel wanted to quit smoking, he’d steal Axel’s cigarettes and replace them with gum. Axel wondered what kind of messages would be on this weirdly shaped packet.

Axel figured he’d leave the gum until after lunch. “We had this kid at camp named Charlie... Whenever people wanted to force gifts on me, they’d give them to her to give to me, since they knew I hated being mean to her. Jack—”

Axel froze. Reyna would recognize that name, Jak-Jak the Plague Bringer: Scourge of New Rome. He’d interrogated, tortured, and killed enough Romans to make it as one of their legendary villains.

Jack also happened to take Axel and Pax under his wing when they first joined Kronos’ army. He could remember Jack’s infectious, happy laugh as he wiped the blood off Axel’s face with the ends of his shirt, like a father would dab stray pudding for a child. That lanky, redheaded maniac had cheered, “Kid, I’m going to make you into a star!”

Axel was relieved when Reyna didn’t ask him what he was going to say. He took a handful of grapes off the table and popped one into his mouth. The couch cushion was comfortable. He’d have to come back here when he had enough money to properly tip the owner.

Reyna swirled a water glass in her hand—an impressive feat to look so graceful when she was braced on her elbows—and examined him. The way he stumbled over Jack’s name hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Time to change the subject to something he should have brought up at the beginning.

“The Iris Messaging isn’t working and Merry said Annabeth isn’t answering her cell phone,” Axel said slowly. He frowned. This wasn’t something he wanted to bring up, but he knew he had to. “We need to get back to Camp Half-Blood. Not that they need any more ambiguous warnings about some vague threat, but…”

Pax said Kally would tell Chiron everything if they didn’t. And that meant she’d be cursed by the River Styx forever. He didn’t want to tell Chiron everything, but he’d rather that then have a friend punished for doing what she thought was the right thing.

Besides, knowing Chiron’s track record, the centaur would just tell them not to tell anyone and leave it mysterious for the campers. Since that’s how you save lives. Axel refrained from rolling his eyes.

Reyna set her glass down. Her hand fluttered to where her dagger was normally sheathed, until she remembered there was a no weapons policy in New Rome. Instead, she reached for a butter knife on the table and twirled that between her fingers.

Axel had a hard time not staring. He’d never really seen her out of her armor before this date. She wore a black workout tank top and jeans. The absurdity of the butter knife made him grin.

“The healers will probably say you’re safe to travel tomorrow. Because we delayed you and the circumstances involved a quest, New Rome can supply the funds for airplane tickets home... But, you understand why I’m uncomfortable sending you and your brother to our allies?” Her dark eyes narrowed.

Axel knew how suspicious they looked and, honestly, were. “You could keep me as a hostage,” he joked. “Ajax won’t do anything if he’s scared I’m on the line. Then you can let me go when Merry calls you and lets you talk to Chiron. And if this is how you treat prisoners, I think I could suffer it for another day.”

Reyna cracked a smile. Before she could respond, a messenger poked their head into the room. “Praetor Reyna?”

Reyna sat up. She glanced at the clock in the corner of the room. Axel assumed she’d have to leave for afternoon drills and training, but he thought that didn’t start for another hour.

Axel shot up beside her, realizing something horrifying that could easily be connected to this messenger: he hadn’t seen Pax since they first woke up that morning.

Nine ½: Reyna

We’re Only Sworn Enemies. What’s the Worst that Could Happen?

Reyna became more concerned when the messenger reported that Hazel and Frank wanted her to take the full day off. Though, her reaction proved their point: she needed a full day off. This was a prime time to find out if Frank could run the camp on his own, since she needed to know if he could run the camp if something happened to her. So she sent the messenger back with careful instructs for Hazel to keep an eye on Frank, especially considering how oddly he’d been acting that morning.

She wasn’t displeased spending more time with Axel, but not in the city. Reyna thought she spent leisure time here, but the way everyone reacted made her wonder when was the last time she’d took a break to visit the shops and restaurants. As soon as any of her former legionnaires saw her in street clothes with a guy, they treated her like a celebrity,

Keeping New Rome safe was her duty. Such untethered gratitude felt uncomfortable when something should have been expected, not rewarded.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Axel asked again.

They’d left the city, walking along the aqueducts into the fields that led to Berkeley Hills. This way, she was out of the city, far enough from camp that no one could accuse her of overshadowing Frank, but close enough to help if anything went wrong. Plus, the view was beautiful. Despite it being December, the unusually warm weather combined with consistent rain had left the fields looking lush.

“Frank should be okay,” she said, more to herself than in answer. ��I just wish I knew what agitated him this morning.” She’d never seen him so flustered.

Reyna heard a pop. She glanced over and found Axel half-way through deflating his cheeks, what she’d come to realize was his nervous tick. He had his hands in his jean pockets as they walked. Someone from the Fifth Cohort had loaned him a purple SPQR shirt. When Reyna squinted at it, she could see someone had taken permanent marker to write out Super Porcupine Quintessential Recon horizontally down each letter. She doubted Axel was the writer, though she remembered him having similar shirts in previous interactions.

“Any ideas on what might make Frank so uncomfortable?” she asked.

“Nope,” Axel said with a shrug. “I can’t imagine having the six of us there making a difference. He seemed like he’d normally be a confident fighter.”

Something told her that he did have an idea. She’d been leading their little hike through the field, but slowed her pace to even with his. He had an obvious tell she could use against him. After a moment of hesitation, Reyna gave Axel a crooked smile and reached up to run a hand though his hair, to see what his ears were doing.

He startled, stopped, and stared at her. Then, slowly he leaned into her touch. As she’d expected, the Mist wavered and she could see his ears were down. He did have a suspicion about Frank.

“We’re alone. Drop your Mist mask,” she said, more a command than she’d intended. He’d been struggling with it all morning. Because she knew how he really looked, she’d occasionally see his eyes glisten gold or his nails expand into claws.

Without the mask, she figured his ears would act as a natural tell when he lied.

But, there were lots of reasons why his ears could be down. He might be worried about the others. “Are you okay with us being out here?” she turned the question on him. Having lunch together hadn’t taken him from his friends for too long, but, with their walk, it was late afternoon by now.

As she removed her hand, the illusion shattered and she could see his tufted ears, golden eyes, and fangs. Axel glanced off to the side and frowned. “I’m fine. I just know how anxious I was when someone else had command of my soldiers. I thought you might be feeling something similar.”

Reyna wondered who managed to wrestle Axel’s troops away from him in the past. From his commentary and strategizing, she was starting to realize he wasn’t as low ranking as she had originally thought. Had there been a major power struggle in Saturn’s army?

Axel’s gaze drifted from the fields, up to the aqueducts above them. His ears rose along with his eyebrows. He walked up to touch the stone base of the aqueducts. “I’ll bet you have a phenomenal view up there,” he said.

“I can’t believe you have four bars on your tattoo, and you haven’t climbed up here once,” Axel teased.

She had to convince him to use the maintenance ladders instead of climbing the exterior of the aqueducts, like he wanted. He sat on the edge of the stone channel covering, a flat slab that covered the water passageway under them, and stared at rooftops of New Rome.

Before they’d climbed up, she might have thought it a waste of time. But, now they had a highly accurate map for their strategizing banter about invading and defending New Rome and Camp Jupiter.

The view was phenomenal. Sunlight glinted off the shimmering marble of Temple Hill, making the buildings look appropriately godly. Camp Jupiter bustled with activity, as the Cohorts set up for campus, or marching practice. From the looks of it, Frank hadn’t blown up the camp yet and—if he did—she’d have optimum seating for the show.

Axel sat beside her, legs dangling over the edge, like they weren’t at a falling height that would make them splat on impact. With the soft smile on his face and the way his ears perked up with curiosity, he looked closer to her age.

For an uncomfortable moment, Reyna wondered if Axel was the kind of boy she might have dated in Puerto Rico, if her mother hadn’t been Bellona and her father hadn’t lost his mind. He had the deep tan of a Native and was just old enough that Hylla would have scrutinized him mercilessly. The jaguar features might have hinted that there was more to the world than her local parish described and his scarfication might have marked him as bad news.

Reyna wished she had a knife, so she could twirl it. She felt naked without her praetorian armor. Just because she wasn’t wearing it didn’t mean she could ignore her duties.

“Axel,” she said. “When you were talking about, the gods that sent you here, why did you refer to multiple gods when your brother only said Phobetor?”

Axel sighed, like he knew their little moment up here couldn’t last. “I wasn’t sure at first…” he admitted. “I believe Phobetor is working with Eris—or Discordia—and some other minor gods. I think he’s been giving us nightmare prophecies every night to disrupt any dream prophecies or communication that we could receive, and I think Eris has been causing minor bickers amongst the gods and cabins to keep everyone distracted from… something.”

He shrugged, glanced down at their hands, then back up to New Rome. She was well aware he’d edged his fingers along the rocks so his were beside hers.

From Reyna’s time at Camp Jupiter and from what she’d heard of other campers, Discordia didn’t come up in mythology often, but when she did, it was never good. Normally, she associated with major wars and disagreements, often mixed up with Reyna’s own mother, Bellona, in her relationship with Mars. Phobetor almost never came up, except when discussing his father, Hypnos.

“You think they’re going to do more than attack Camp Half-Blood?” she asked.

“I’m not sure even they know what they’re doing. I know Eris kidnapped Hemera, the primordial Goddess of Day… I think…” He cracked a humorless smile. “I think she’s just bored. Two major wars ended, and she missed out on another civil war between Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter. If she’s anything like my little brother, she’s dying to stir something up. I wouldn’t even be surprised if something petty happened and she’s proving a point.”

“Like your little brother would,” she repeated. Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t seen Axel’s little brother during their training that morning. A petty child of Discordia with a grudge against Camp Jupiter? “He sounds exactly like someone I’d want wandering free in my camp,” she sighed.

Axel went silent and frowned. She could tell he didn’t want her knowing about Pax’s heritage. “Are you done with my interrogation for today?” he asked.

“Three more questions,” she said, counting them out carefully. From the way his posture went rigid, she needed to come back to Discordia later, when he was less guarded. Besides, she’d been hammering him with questions, every time they weren’t discussing how to invade New Rome. “Then we can switch the interrogation, and completely reverse the roles, as if I showed up at your camp in a Trojan Mario, looking suspicious.”

Axel relaxed again. He slid his pinky on top of hers. Reyna felt like someone injected her with a shot of adrenaline and was furious that she felt so giddy.

When she didn’t withdraw her hand, Axel half-smiled. “I’m a scary interrogator,” he warned her.

Reyna snorted. “Now… assuming you didn’t just give me all of your battle strategies to test out which gambit would be the best for an some invading force, and assuming the end of your quest ends up being unrealistically easy… what are you and your brother doing after you’re done warning Camp Half-Blood? For the long term.”

Axel paused in surprise. She’d been asking him so many specific questions about his intentions and history, this might take more thought.

“I want Ajax to stay in Camp Half-Blood,” he said and stopped kicking his legs. “He loves it there and has a lot of new and old friends. He’ll slowly drive Chiron insane and keep that old horse from hiding things he shouldn’t hide from the campers…”

Axel sighed. “Honestly, I just want him to have a healthy, stable, safe environment to finish growing up and forget all the horrible stuff that’s happened to us.”

“Safe?” Reyna scoffed. “You know how many times Camp Half-Blood has almost been destroyed in the last few years, right?”

“Is that one of my three questions?” he asked, eyes darting to her playfully.

“Only in the sarcastic way.” She shook her head. Hylla had always been so independent. When they had parted ways at The Queen Anne’s Revenge, neither had looked back. She couldn’t imagine feeling as responsible for a sibling as Axel did. His little brother couldn’t be that helpless.[2]

“You didn’t finish answering,” she said.

He puffed up his cheeks and popped them. “I’m not sure. I never really thought past getting rid of Santiago… I’m not…” He struggled with words for a moment. “Meant for Camp Half-Blood. It’s too chaotic and aimless. And I’m a little old for summer camp.”

His brow furrowed and his golden gaze looked lost on the horizon.

Reyna took a deep breath. She took her pinky from Axel, so she could clasp his whole hand. His knuckles were calloused, like hers. “Second question: have you thought about joining Camp Jupiter?”

Axel’s eyes went wide. He tensed, and she knew he couldn’t tell if she was joking. “Reyna…” he said her name warily. Slowly, he enlaced their fingers.

She kept her voice as businesslike as possible. She kept picturing how happy Jason looked with Piper and Percy’s discomfort when he told Reyna he had a girlfriend. “Next time Nico comes through, I’ll ask why the Lares are so unnerved by you, since they won’t talk to us. And I’ll have to ask Percy if the Little Tiber will try to kill you every time you step near it and see if Rachel can do a fill-in augury reading for you but…”

There was no reason for her to feel so anxious inviting someone into the legion, but she was inviting him to more than that. They both knew it. She thought she knew his intentions, but, once, she thought she knew Jason’s too.

She took a shaky breath. The thoughts about Jason and Percy stopped when Axel leaned closer to her. Up close, she could see the intricacies of the swirling scars along his cheeks and temple. The scent of hot chocolate flushed Reyna’s senses and she had to wonder how Axel could possibly still smell like that.

“We might have an opening for an acrobatics instructor that dabbles in strategizing. The legionnaires who saw your act expressed interest in its battle application after seeing you and your brother perform. And you’ve demonstrated how well you know the camp and its weaknesses…”

His forehead tilted against hers. The warmth felt wonderful with the chill of the setting sun. “You’re dangerous outside of Rome if you decide to turn on us. You know… keep your friends close…”

Reyna stopped talking. Axel had reached his empty hand across them. He stroked a finger along her jaw line. Her heartbeat thundered louder than the water in the aqueduct under them.

“Keep your enemies closer?” he whispered, his mouth brushing her ear. “How close do you want me?”

Reyna traced Axel’s shoulder with her open hand. She grabbed the collar of his SPQR shirt. “I want you here,” she said. In Camp Jupiter. With her.

She pressed her lips against his.

Axel mumbled softly. His fingers on her chin slipped, delicately dancing along her neck, past her shoulder, until they rested on the small of her back. Reyna pulled him closer by his collar, twisting her torso to press against his.

For that instant, she didn’t care that he was a former enemy of Rome or that she hadn’t known him that long. She was beginning to think they knew each other better than she had previously realized. The logistics of getting him into camp faded to nonissues.

When they withdrew for air, they were both trembling.

This was fragile. And she had the distinct feeling neither of them were good at handling fragile things.

Axel had the dumbest, happiest grin on his face.

They both laughed.

He raised their enlaced hands up to his mouth, so he could kiss her knuckles. “I assume I’d have to start at the bottom of the ranks and move up? Do all the menial tasks of a new recruit?”

“The worst ones,” she agreed. “I’d have to be particularly harsh on you, so no one thinks there’s any favoritism. I’ll block as many promotions as I can and make sure you get disproportionate punishments. You’ll have to scrub the Via Praetoria with a toothbrush and polish everyone’s armor, including Hannibal’s.”

“Oh, I’ll make your armor and roads shine brighter than Apollo’s chariot,” he assured, pausing his kisses at her wrist. He set their hands back down, so he could keep his eyes level with hers. “One condition: would I keep getting private tours from the praetor?”

“Only if you keep impressing me,” she said. With Axel’s personality and skill, she could see him become a centurion within a year or two. Logistics and luck were against him though. No one would trust him after his entrance, and the Senate would attribute any of his success to Reyna if they had a public relationship.

Thought seemed to cloud Axel’s smile. “I want to be here with you,” he said, the humor in his voice gone.

For a moment, neither spoke. Axel rolled his thumb over the top of her hand. “What was your third question?” he asked.

“I was going to ask if you had any gum on you, but—now that we’ve already kissed—I might ask if you have a tail to match those ears,” she said with a wry grin. “I’m surprised you remembered the other question.”

“I’m never going to forget when you have something to say,” he said, his own smile going crooked. “But you might need to find out about the tail in more creative means. I should have some gum on me. Ajax is a sneak-thief and reverse-pickpockets the weirdest flavors. Let’s see what today—”

He let go of her waist to pull something from his pocket and put it in her hand.

Then Axel choked and seized up beside her, like he’d withdrawn a snake.

When she registered what he’d handed to her, she understood why. There was a small purple box, with cartoon logo of a man wearing a Roman style helmet. Beside it was text that read TROJAN: her pleasure. Sensations.

A sticky note was stuck on the box that read, Be safe, bro ;)

Axel’s jaw dropped in shock, slammed shut in mortification, then he stammered, “I didn’t—th—that’s not—” His ears dropped flat with his head, and his face went bright red.

Axel looked positively horrified and she couldn’t handle it. Reyna burst into laughter.

“Holy Epimetheus[3]—I—I’m so sorry—look, I’ll climb down this aqueduct—or jump off it—and you never need to see me again—”

Reyna hugged herself—she was laughing so hard. Tears threatened her eyes and her stomach started to hurt.

A hardened warrior and that scared him. Maybe she hadn’t spent that much time with him, but she didn’t think she’d ever see Axel that terrified, especially after the confidence he’d shown a few moments before.

Through her laughter, she almost didn’t hear Axel stammer something else about leaving. He moved to stand up.

Reyna grabbed his knee to keep him seated. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and tried to gain her composure. With the straightest face she could manage, Reyna said, “What was it you said to me when we talked at your van? ‘For a good strategist, preparedness is wisdom—’”

“I’m going to leave so I can kill my little brother,” he said. He moved to get up again, but Reyna tightened her grip.

“I can pretend to be angry if that would make you feel better,” she offered. “I was with pirates for a long time. They were way more forward than that.”

“That doesn’t make it better!” Axel cried. “They shouldn’t have—I—I swear I didn’t mean—or expect—”

Reyna leaned across him to put the purple box back into his pocket. Axel silenced and looked away. She was thankful for it. Now that he was calming down, she could feel the temperature in her cheeks flare like the snap of an onagers; she fully registered what she was putting back into his pocket.

“If you’re going to be one of my legionnaires, I need to know you can follow orders and problem solve under stressful situations,” she said, forcing her voice to sound more like a praetor’s should.

“I can,” he choked out.

“Good. Ignore what just happened. What are you going to do next?” she asked.

Axel puffed up his cheeks, popped them. He shook his head and closed his eyes. “I’m going to remind you that it’s my turn to be an interrogator.” He opened his eyes and shakily placed his hand back over hers. Reyna almost laughed again when she felt how much she’d just made him sweat. “And I’m going to ask you if you’ve ever curled up with someone to watch the sunset.”

Welp! Welcome to my first attempt at a full fluff chapter. Let me know if you enjoyed it, and—as always—thanks for reading! :D

Foonotes:

[1] Yea, Mel said she liked this fourth wall breaking, despite it being a placeholder…. Soooo, it’s here for good now XD

[2] Pax would like to dispel this slander in saying that he is entirely that helpless and is mortally offended and hurt that someone would imply otherwise.

[3] Titan of Hindsight and afterthought. So, basically the god of, “You don F*ked up.”

#Traitors of Olympus #The Attrition of Peace #PJO #HOO #fanfiction #writing #Rexel!#Reyna #Axel #It hurts me to write fluff guys XD #But I love these two

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angstbotfic · 7 years

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Fic: Ak’tephari Prophecy Ch 69

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Marnan custom was that at the Joining feast the happy couple would sit at a table at the front of the hall and their guests would come up to give their gifts as the feeling struck them.

Emma was not at all surprised that Snow was the first. She had been almost vibrating with excitement ever since she heard that Emma was going to be married, and she positively beamed as she handed over a small, cloth-wrapped parcel.

“I’m so very, very happy for you,” she said, teary-eyed and almost squeaking.

Regina smiled politely and unwrapped the gift to find a beautiful little lacy baby outfit. “Oh how lovely,” she said, and Emma knew only she could tell she was faking.

“I made it myself. You two just love each other so much I think you’re going to want to have a child to share all that love with!” Snow explained. Henry hadn’t decided whether he wanted to be named heir, so while the king and queen knew he was Emma and Regina’s child, no one else did yet.

But Snow was so sincere that Emma had to rise and hug her. “Thank you, Snow, it’s very kind and it means a lot to me.”

The way Snow hugged her so tightly she could barely breathe made Emma regret the decision immediately.

There was a long string of Marnan nobles after that, bringing all kinds of finery that Emma had no idea what to do with, so she just smiled and thanked them all politely but mostly let Regina do the talking. Then David came by. Emma stood up immediately at his approach.

“Emma, I’m not your boss anymore,” he pointed out. “In fact, now you’re kind of mine.”

She blushed. “Habit,” she explained. She stepped forward to shake his hand.

“Congratulations,” he said, then emphasized, “to both of you. I know that I wasn’t the most sympathetic to your relationship-”

“You were doing your job, Captain,” Regina said firmly, and Emma nodded vigorously.

“I still feel like I could’ve-”

“For all any of us knew, this day was never going to happen,” Emma insisted. “You could’ve been a little nicer about it,” she teased, “but you did what you thought was right.”

“Alright,” he conceded. Then he handed her his gift.

Emma unwrapped a beautiful dagger, made of the finest steel with a jeweled handle and sheath.

“David, this must have cost a fortune,” Emma said, a little disapproving.

“It needed to be fit for royalty,” he said, waving off the question. “Ruby for health and sapphire for happiness.”

“It’s beautiful,” Regina said before Emma could protest more, her manners impeccable as always. “Thank you.”

“Henry, I know you’re not trying to give us a gift,” Emma said. She was sharper than she meant to be, still feeling uneasy after David’s generosity.

“Emma,” Regina chided. “Don’t be ungrateful.”

“But he’s our-” she gestured vaguely.

“And it’s because you’re my,” Henry said, mimicking her motion sassily, “that I want to celebrate your joining.”

“Alright,” Emma grumbled. “But it better not be expensive.”

“You’re impossible,” Regina chuckled, smacking her arm lightly. “What do you have for us, my dear Henry?”

He smiled and held up a whetstone, and Emma burst out laughing, her disapproval forgotten.

“What?” Regina demanded.

“Henry and I first became good friends, and I first realized how very special he was, when he helped me get a new whetstone. It’s a wonderful gift,” Emma said, standing and hugging him tight.

“There you are, darlings!” a voice exclaimed, and they turned to see the Lady Cruella, who apparently had lost track of them despite their prominent place in the room.

“Hello, Cousin,” Regina greeted politely. “I trust you’re well?”

“To be frank, it’s just ghastly. The bartender cut me off!”

Emma bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. Regina murmured an appropriately concerned “Oh I’m so sorry to hear that” as if she hadn’t been the one who gave the instructions to keep people from getting out of hand.

“Fortunately, I always come prepared,” she said, pulling a flask from somewhere inside her fur cape. “And that is what every good marriage needs,” she went on, putting the first flask back and pulling out a second one. “So here! May you always have good cheer wherever you go!” she said as she handed it over. Emma did not fail to notice that it sloshed as if she’d filled it, but was only half full.

It was also elegant and beautifully engraved, and she and Regina made appropriate appreciative noises.

“Yes, good, of course it’s exactly what you wanted,” Cruella said. “And now, if you’ll excuse me, I must go find my husband. Joinings always make one randy, don’t they?”

They were spared the need to answer when she left without waiting to hear it.

When Emma saw her whole patrol worth of soldiers approaching, she murmured to Regina, “Now can I object about people spending too much money on me?”

“No.”

“Fine,” she hissed, then said to the men as they arrived, “Guys, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Sure we did, sir,” Leroy said. “You’re the best leader any of us have ever had, and we also feel like we had a hand in helping this day happen on account of helping you save the world.”

“Which is enough of a gift,” Emma said, then subsided when Regina elbowed her.

“You sure?” Javier asked with a grin, stepping aside to show that the men behind him were carrying a finely tooled new saddle.

Emma was touched. “Guys, it’s beautiful, but it’s too much.”

“Not when it’s split this many ways,” Billy pointed out, smiling. “Please, let us give it to you.”

“Don’t think this will make me go easy on you,” Emma growled, and then hugged every single one of them.

The last person Emma expected to see approaching them was Mulan.

“Sir,” she said in greeting, holding out a bundle.

“Thank you,” Emma said, equally stiff. Unwrapping it, she saw an exquisitely delicate wood carving. Looking closer, she saw that it was the perfect likeness of Bug and Rigby, leaning against each other affectionately. Startled, she looked up.

“I wasn’t the nicest to you when you came here, sir,” Mulan said. “I resented that they hired you instead of promoting me, and I tried to make things hard on you because I thought you didn’t deserve it. But I’ve come to realize that I was wrong and you’re brave and honorable, and I wanted to apologize for my behavior.”

Emma was speechless, but Regina came to her rescue. “It’s beautiful, Sergeant. Thank you.”

Emma managed to put out her hand, and Mulan shook it warmly as their eyes met and they nodded in understanding.

After that, there had been a long string of Regina’s royal cousins giving them silver dishes and jeweled brooches and all kinds of things they had absolutely no use for, and Emma was even more thrilled to see Merlin and Marian coming toward them than she would normally be.

“I’m so glad that you could make the journey,” Regina said to Marian, rising to hug her tightly.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Marian replied as they parted. “No pun intended,” she added, and they all chuckled.

Emma was next, and hugging Marian always felt like coming home. Marian held her through a long, slow breath, and then pulled back and held her by the arms, looking at her with love and pride. “Ikeh,” she said. “My child. I am so very happy for you.”

“Thank you, tika,” she murmured.

Merlin hugged her next, and Emma started to feel a little sad realizing that he would leave when Marian did, and she’d lose the closest thing she had to a family all over again.

“I know that face,” Marian said.

“What face?” Emma said, though she knew she was caught.

Marian just raised an eyebrow and handed her their gift. “Fortunately, we have just the solution.”

Unwrapping it carefully, Emma found a beautiful leather-bound book with blank pages. She looked at them in confusion.

“A Book of Days, to keep all your memories of your life together,” Merlin explained.

“It’s an old Ilmenean tradition that I think is good to revive,” Marian added. “With a little something extra.”

“Extra?” Regina asked.

“It’s magical. So, when you write down your happy memories, it will also appear in the copy we have back in Lukmán,” Merlin said.

Marian winked. “And we can comment in the margins about how happy we are for you.”

“It’s wonderful,” Emma said, her voice cracking.

“Lady Regina, Lady Emma.” Emma was startled to look up and see Maleficent inclining her head in as much as a bow as she would give.

“I’m not much of a lady,” Emma answered, smiling because she knew that she was playing with her.

“No indeed.” Maleficent’s mouth quirked a bit. Holding up a small bag, she added, “I bring a gift for your union, if I may.”

“Thank you,” Regina said, and then her eyes widened slightly as Maleficent pulled a wooden box far larger than the bag from it.

Then, handing the box to Emma, Maleficent quirked an expectant eyebrow.

Emma opened it and turned six or seven shades of red in succession before snapping it shut.

“It’s enchanted, of course,” Maleficent explained, as if Emma wasn’t struck dumb.

“Enchanted?” Regina asked eagerly, having caught a glimpse.

“Not like that one. You can produce an heir.” Maleficent smirked. "There are instructions, but in the event you can't figure it out you can always give me a call. Or if you just want to have a visit." Then she winked and sauntered off as if she knew Emma’s eyes were glued to her ass.

Emma caught herself and turned guiltily to Regina, only to find her doing the same thing. They chuckled, and then kissed.

“Soon,” Regina murmured against her lips. “Very soon.”

“With her, or just us?” Emma asked.

“Her later. You very soon. I miss you,” Regina said.

“Hey Emma,” a voice said, and they pulled apart to see Ruby.

“I’m so glad you came!” Emma said, hugging her.

“So am I,” Ruby murmured. She tilted her head in the direction Maleficent had gone. “Made a new friend, so forgive me if I make this fast.” She raised what was unmistakably a wrapped bottle.

Emma chuckled. “What else from our friend the tavern owner?”

“Yeah, but this is the good stuff. Aged apple cider. Hard to find. The finest booze in my whole collection.”

“You’re too good to us, Ruby,” Regina chuckled.

“I am, but lucky for you, you have very hot friends,” she said. Then she hugged Emma again and headed off after Maleficent.

#swan queen #sq ff #swanqueen fanfic #swan queen fan fiction #work: ak'tephari

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ecotone99 · 4 years

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[RO] All Night Study Session

Attraction got Levi and Stella together, but what kept them together was shared values. Hard work topped the list.

They lay opposite each other on Stella’s kitchen floor, surrounded by a jungle of pillows, towels, and pencil shavings. Neither noticed the clock strike 3am; if they had, they wouldn’t have cared.

Levi gnawed on his eraser, willing himself awake, but the diagrams blurred into darkness. Stella heard his hair bristle against the pillows. “Hey, heyyyy” she nudged with her foot. “I’m up!” Levi shook his head and flipped the page with feigned determination.

“Want some ice?” Stella pushed the bowl towards him. “I want a pizza.” “Stores are closed.” “Ughhhh this town sucks.” “How are you complaining, your town doesn’t even have stores at all.” “False dichotomy.”

Levi sank back into the pillows. “Not on my watch.” Stella declared, though she secretly hoped he’d insist so they could sleep without her being the one who gave in.

“All night study session, not 3am study session. Let’s go. You’re not gonna cure the common cold in your sleep.” “Do you really think that’s all pharmaceutical researchers do night and day?” “I don’t think that, but I hope it.” “I’m doing a sleep study.” Levi mumbled, turning over.

“Alright, up, up, come on, we’ve got to move around.” Stella pulled Levi’s arms, even as he tried to go dead weight like a dog resisting a trip to the vet.

Stella turned on some music and turned up the air conditioning. “Stand! Come on. You’ve been working on the same project too long, let’s switch.” “This exam is all I’ve got.” “Do mine then, I’ll look at your problem sets for Thursday.” “Fine—what?” “Look at them Levi, with my eyes.” “...ok, just, do not write on anything. Not even in pencil, got it?” Stella snorted. “Anyone can do this, big shot.” She snatched the paper away. “Fine, what am I doing?” “Writing a paper on religious symbolism in Joseph Conrad’s early novellas.” “Oh, of course. Can’t get hired with a solid benefits package if you don’t know... that.” “Shut up.”

Levi was shivering even with his coat on. He knew he’d have an easier time staying awake if he took it off, but Stella loved touching his arms when he wore leather, so lately he wore this jacket all the time.

His baleful hazel eyes scanned Stella’s writing. He could bullshit for at least five minutes about this stuff at a cocktail party, on a confident night, but he didn’t really have any clue what was going on. He decided to go through and hide innuendos in her earlier pages.

Stella couldn’t bullshit about Levi’s project for five seconds, because she couldn’t pronounce half these words. She read to herself, carefully.

“You decide to make a genomic DNA (gDNA) library from Plant X. Below are statements that might describe a type of DNA library. Indicate if the statement describes a gDNA library, a cDNA library, both types of libraries or neither by circling the appropriate word.

(i) the library is “kept” in bacteria gDNA, cDNA, both, neither

(ii) making the library requires they enzyme reverse transcriptase gDNA, cDNA, both, neither”

Levi was tracking her. He wished she’d written about Melville instead of Conrad. Moby Dick lent itself to a lot more cheap jokes than Heart of Darkness. Stella shattered his concentration.

“Got a sharpie in here?” “Why?” “I’m circling ‘neither’ on all the questions—never mind, found one. Oooh, and it’s pink!”

Her trick worked, Levi was wide awake. “I’ll take that.” He launched himself on top of her, faking her out with his right hand and grabbing back the sheet with his left.

He laughed realizing she couldn’t even decipher a page from his easy class. “Time is up. You fail college. Pack your things.” “Well let’s see how you fared professor” Stella sneered as she pulled her laptop over. “Congo line dancing? Is that really the best you could do? Oh—oh wow. Never mind. You win. Oh poor Nellie. Oh, they need to christen that ship again.”

Levi stuck an ice cube in his mouth, even as the cold worked it’s way under his skin. He cringed to think of diving back into his anatomy flashcards.

“Let’s pause academics. Let’s go pre-professional.” “Emails?” “Emails.”

Levi felt like a puppet operated by strings of willpower as he cracked his spine to a standing position and unzipped his book bag, searching for his tablet.

He flipped the case open, thank God, still had some battery life.

He made his way to the couch. Stella’s kitchen and living room were open concept. He patted the cushion next to her. “My ass can’t handle the floor for another six hours, join me.”

Stella eased into the spot next to him. She took a mental snapshot of the moment. All those lonely nights she dreamt of having a boyfriend, it wasn’t wild sex or expensive gifts she was dreaming of. It was someone who’d want to sit up with her all night, requiring nothing special to entice him there.

Levi started to type an email to a professor he wanted to cozy up to for a spot on their next research team. Stella sent a few follow up emails to alumni she had been pumping for interview prospects.

Levi stopped typing. Stella was so engrossed, she hardly noticed. “Stel?” “Yah? Hold on.” “Never mind.” “No, I’m just—“ Stella skimmed her email, removed a few exclamation points so she’d sound less crazy. “What’s up?”

Levi shifted uneasily. “Nothing.” “Not nothing.” Stella shut her laptop. Levi bit his bottom lip. “Do... do you worry about me?” “Is this because I’ve been checking to see if you’re still breathing while you sleep? I didn’t think you knew, I thought you were sleeping. I saw this YouTube video about sudden death syndrome, and you usually snore a little, so when you don’t—“ “Sudden death? Wait, I snore? I ok—No. No, I didn’t mean that. I didn’t know about that. We, uh, we do need to talk about that. Later though. Do you worry whether or not I’m going to be a success?” “Like what, like financially?” “I guess, yah.” “Bruh, I’m an English major. That would be a tad bit hypocritical of me, no?”

She went back to her email. He didn’t. She realized this must go deeper. “What?” “I said it already.” “Why would I be worried about your financial success?” “Are you proud of me?”

Stella knit her eyebrows and placed a hand on his knee. “That’s a very broad question. I mean, no matter how you sharpen it, the answer is yes. But I’d appreciate some context.”

“I just overheard some girls talking and they were all like ‘hey my boyfriend’s on the pre-med track’ or ‘my boyfriend has an offer from Goldman and McKinsey and they’re bidding each other up’. And I realized, if you’d been in that group, I don’t know what you would’ve said.”

Stella sighed, wrapping her arms around her gentle giant. “Your worth is not measured by your professional aspirations. Not to me, not at all. But that being said—“ Stella cleared her throat for her best snotty prep school voice “Well Levi’s on track to be the salutatorian. Not that he cares, he doesn’t get grades to win titles, he does it because he believes in the purpose of the research.” “Damn. Well, ok. I like that.”

Stella was too tired to muster an adequate reply, she just turned her attention back to clearing her inbox. But a seed had been planted. Levi had switched his browser to a GTA live stream when he thought Stella was distracted. She was.

“Levi!” He slammed his tablet case closed “What? It’s for class, you don’t win, I didn’t break— ok maybe it isn’t. Five minutes Stella. I didn’t call you out when you were on reddit and—“ “Not that. I just realized something.” “What?” Levi silently cursed himself for not keeping his mouth shut. He was so close to winning the all nighter. Maybe she’d forget.

“Your friends must do the same thing, what do you tell them? You’re in an impressive department with a clear career path and grad school aspirations. Do they think I’m not good enough for you?” Levi was not prepared to field this question. No matter how he answered, he would upset her.

“We don’t talk about that.” “Bullshit.” “That’s... are you going to make me say it?” “No, you’re going to say it of your own volition because you value an open exchange of communication with me and trust me not to judge you.” “On most things, sure, but...” “Levi—I’ve been up since 6am yesterday. I’m in the mood for direct statements only.” “We compare looks. Not brains. I mean, smarts also, but I heard the way the girls were talking about their boyfriends jobs. It had nothing to do with the job and everything to do with how much status was granted to the girlfriend for hooking a guy with that job. Men don’t do that. Not the ones I know at least. I mean, yah, if you were an astronaut or won an Oscar or something, I’d brag about it. But they’d be as impressed as if you had, like, really nice boobs. Which you do! But—come on, you’re setting me up to fail here.” “Are you censoring yourself?” “Sure fucking am. I can already tell you hate this answer. I’m not digging a deeper hole.” “Well, of course I hate it, you’ve got nothing to brag about!” “Did I say that? Ever?” Levi protested.

Any remnants of sleep that remained in Levi scattered far away in all directions. “Come on, what are you talking about?” Levi presser. Stella was pulling away from him. What did he say? What could she possibly mean by that? She drew a shaky breath.

“Your friends are dating tall girls who watch makeup tutorials and they’re really skinny and their boobs are the same size and—“ “I never would’ve noticed that about your boobs if you didn’t tell me. And now that I know I only think about it when you bring it up. They are not that different.” “So you admit that they’re different!” Levi sat in silence, trying to pick his next words very carefully.

“I wouldn’t want to objectify you by quantifying your worth by your looks...” Stella’s jaw dropped to the floor. “So I was right, you don’t have anything to brag about.” She said it cooly, but each word was like a dagger in her heart, a mace shredding apart what little self esteem she had before the conversation began.

“Oh my God, you’re getting ahead of me. I said I wouldn’t want to objectify you, I wasn’t finished. I don’t want to, I don’t like it, it makes me uncomfortable and it feels misogynistic and wrong and whenever I talk like that I feel like somehow my mom can sense I’m talking bad about women... but I do. Of course I do. How can I not? You give me like a toastmaster’s seminar worth of things to discuss. You’re a fucking trophy Stella. Your personality is why I consider you that way, but that’s not what I one up my friends with when we’re stupid drunk and trying to impress each other. Ok?” “Ok.”

Levi prayed that would be the end of it. Not hard enough. “Ok....? So, what do you say?” “You’re going to get mad at me.” “Total amnesty. As long as I like what you said.” “Oh my God.”

Levi brushed his hair back and decided honesty was the best policy. Not only because he half suspected Stella would be sending her friends out to fact check his statements by the end of the night, but also because he was beginning to suspect she’d figured out a tell for when he was lying.

“I don’t want you to take any of this too seriously. I mean, it’s all good stuff, but like I don’t think of you like a gross pervert leering through a window checking off mental boxes of likes and dislikes.” “What dislikes?” “Oh my God Stella! Come on!” “Sorry, sorry, keep going.” He was rethinking his honesty policy and called an audible to a “whatever she responds best to” policy. “Ok. Um... like, well... I always talk about how you’re a good kisser.” “Boring.” “Uh... ouch. I am complimenting you.” “You’re skipping details. No way you and your friends sit around just going ‘oh yah man, my girlfriend is such a good kisser’ ‘wow, hot’.” “Are we fighting?”

Stella realized how she might be coming off. It didn’t even occur to her Levi might take it as her escalating things. “No. No, fuck. This doesn’t have anything to do with you, I should not be taking it out on you, you don’t deserve it. I’m just deeply insecure about my appearance and... I worry. I worry that I’m... that... you know.” “Clearly I don’t know. We’re past that.” “That you got like, the short end of this deal.” “Deal? What deal? Oh my God. Deal like the relationship, like I’m not lucky to be with you?” Levi stammered. She looked past him.

Levi did his best to recapture the bravado with which he usually delivers this type of speech. “She’s like a Fast Pass bro. You know, like at Disney world? She is all the rides, and there’s no line.” He saw her face fall. “Not that guys aren’t after her, I mean I want to punch these moronic fucking Sigma guys in the teeth the way they look at her like they’re slick.” He added that bit in just for her self image. It was true, but he didn’t go around saying it to people.

“No line like, usually girls that hot play mind games, you know? They answer your texts for a while, but then they don’t. They introduce you as their boyfriend, but then it’s just ‘and that’s Levi’ for a while. Or they post an ominous photo of some guy you’ve never seen on their insta and make you feel like the crazy one for asking about him. She doesn’t pull any of that. She could, easy. But she doesn’t.”

He searched Stella’s face for any signs of relief. None. He didn’t want to go into much more detail but he had a feeling he’d have to give her the whole penthouse letter before she’d let up. “The sex is, to use her word, bananas. But the foreplay is wild. Bro, did you know you can cum from making out? I had no idea and I probably never would have if I didn’t meet her. I don’t know what it is.”

He thought he might be detecting the faintest edge of a smile. He had to stay in this vein. He usually did with some variant in real time, anyways. “I mean, I know a little what it is. She’s got these ginormous titties, like a blow up doll. You’ve got to check it out, next time you see her just look at her and think to yourself ‘that bra isn’t padded’ and then wish you were me.”

He skipped the long stretches where he’d be shutting up so his friends could swap stories and tests to tell if boobs were real or fake, or argue over which they preferred, all while Levi made mental notes of who in the room was a virgin and completely making their shit up as they went along.

“She’s got actress hair. Like it looks like it should come off when you pull on it. But it’s all natural. She doesn’t dye it, nothing. I love that about her. What you see is what you get. I never wake up next to a different woman than the one I got into the bed with. You know?”

Levi had been a virgin before Stella and he hated that he’d just tipped his hand to her that he might have fabricated few past lovers to his friends, but she seemed to finally be almost enjoying herself, so he soldiered on.

“Her eyes, man. It’s like a white girl manga. The longer I look at them the bigger they get. I get so lost, google maps couldn’t get me out.” (He didn’t say this to his friends either, but he thought it all the time, so figured it couldn’t hurt for her to hear it.) He wondered if he was flattering her or sounding like a colossal dork forcing a lot of cheesy lines. He figured at worst, he’d settle for both.

He debated telling her this next part, but it was the thing he volunteered about her most on the rare occasion he did get in a dick measuring contest with other guys about their girlfriends. “But get this, dude, when she stays over, half the time... I wake up in her mouth. No, really. I don’t know if she just likes it or likes me but, breakfast is the most important meal of the day so, who am I to deprive her, you know?”

Stella burst into a fit of laughter. “Yo, you ask why I don’t want to be open and vulnerable, this is why.” Levi chided, more lighthearted than when the exchange began.

“Sorry, just... wow. You’ll never tell me what you actually say, huh?” “Not in this lifetime Stella. I touch on some of those same topics, but, yah. You don’t need to know exactly what I say.”

“You’re just so fucking, ugghhh, you’re so hot, Levi. Your like one of those rugged cowboys from a 1960’s cigarette ad, but you’re smart. I mean, fuck.” She kissed him like she was seeing him for the first time.

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder I guess.” Levi muttered. “What do you mean?” “I don’t lack confidence the way you do, but I’m not hot. It just doesn’t bother me that I’m not hot.” “Are you kidding? You’re like a walking lump of muscle and pheromone.” “As long as I am to you, that’s all I care about.” “You don’t think you’re sexy?” “I’m a heterosexual man, Stella. I don’t think any creatures with a dick are sexy. The fact that you willingly come within ten feet of my junk never stops surprising me. I mean, have you ever looked at any woman and thought ‘damn, she’s sexy’” “I mean, no, but” “Ok. So think of all the supposedly hot women you’ve seen. If even like, supermodels you see, or porn stars or, I don’t know, like, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, aren’t enough to make you go ‘damn that’s sexy’ then how could you ever think that about your own body. A body you know every horrible, disgusting, idiosyncrasy attached to?” “I guess I can’t.” “That’s right. But if that ever changes, and you do find a woman you think is sexy, it can be my birthday, Christmas, and anniversary presents from then until the end of time if you bring her over and touch her while I watch.”

Stella laughed so hard she teared up. Levi didn’t get it. “I wasn’t joking.” He realized as she gasped for breath between heaving chortles that he’d have to set that dream aside for now. “Yah, haha, funny. Joke.” He rolled his eyes.

“You know what I really love?” Levi inquired, looking at her closely, trying and failing to see her as she saw herself. “No, what?” “Waking up next to a stunning woman. But I can’t do that if I never go to sleep, you feel me?” “Well... maybe just a few minutes rest.” Stella conceded, laying her head in his lap. He wanted to complain that he couldn’t lie down that way, but he was so tired he didn’t really care.

He put one hand on Stella’s ginormous titties. He said a silent prayer that she could see herself, even if just for an moment, the way Levi saw her all the time. And he waited until she’d drifted off to snap a selfie of her passed out and text it to her with a time stamp. “I won.”

Once he slipped into dreams and his hand relaxed, dropping his phone to signal he’d gone to sleep, Stella cautiously maneuvered her hand to her jeans pocket, — careful not to disturb Levi’s hand — she liked it just where it was.

She snapped another selfie of his head cocked back, mouth half open in a light snore, her smug smile in his lap. Her fatigued pallor matched only by her competitive enthusiasm. She sent the photo with a new, later time stamp, and the message “Nope. I won.” And hit send.

But as she laid in his lap, feeling safe and cared for, basking in the glow of his sweet and well intentioned words she’d given him such a hard time about, she reconsidered. She angled the camera lens and shut her eyes, snapping a photo of them both asleep, his hand on her boobs, her free hand on the leather jacket. She sent that, with the final time stamp, and caption “It’s a tie.”

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October Invocation Challenge

I am doing one very long journal entry because this month's challenge was fluid from one day to another, taking form as the month moved on. When the month began, I was floundering on what or what I wanted to evoke.

My desire to spend time working with my ancestors has grown in the last few months and my first inclination was to invoke them. However that was how I spent 2017 Halloween, in a necromantic, spirit led, talking dumb supper. It was enlightening ...and I loved the experience. But I felt safe 💯because they were my ancestors and knew they loved me therefore wanting the best for me. I decided against this because it was "safe".

Whereas, I did not want to play it safe, I also wanted to be alive when the challenge was done. This setting the parameters of taking risks to push my skillset, but doing so with intelligence and respect (for myself and the metaphysical).

I thought about summoning another person. Maybe right some wrongs, truth some lies, or tell someone off. Again, this seemed safe. Plus, did I truly want to call another human spirit within me in order to complete this challenge while working on my bucket list. This was a task for evocation, not invocation, so it went onto the back burner.

My decision was firm, I would let the Universe and the Magick take me where it would (within reason) and see what came from the darkness. I decided to meditate, do as much shadow work as time allowed and continue through the month like playdoh, unformed mass of clay, awaiting shape.

The first week, I was off of work for a break and I had a few spells to cast. Nothing too taxing. I came across some candles for my altar, Vanilla, at the dollar store. I felt compelled to decorate it a little so I got a few small white pumpkins and gave it some attention. I had recently purchased a new mala and placed it there with the new decorations to charge it.

During my meditations, I felt strongly pulled to the magicians who run the Do Magick Challenges. The sense that they cast spells to encourage those signed up for each challenge was sticking with me. I hadn't done a strong opening ritual for the month. Just a silent, do what thou wilt magick/Universe, so to speak.

Another group ran a week's meditation challenge so I stepped up my time focusing on my chakras and blessing them. I used mostly guided meditations mixed with simple binaural beats at bedtime. I finished that 7 days of meditations very strong.

I worked with the Quantum Model of meditation by Dr. Joe Dispenza. Using this method, I carefully set myself aside and connected with the Universe, in a sense of the All, or Creator.

Dr. Joe is a neuroscientist/chiropractor who works with Quantum Physics to prove the Law of Attraction. When focusing on healing onself via downregulating genes, he noticed that large particles remained mostly unchanged by ones own thoughts, but on a cellular level, a minute, mircorscopic level, atoms, protons and neutrons, etc all responded very much to thoughts, positivity, setting intentions, etc.

Although I don't suffer from advanced stage diseases or illnesses, I have been told that my family have some genetic concerns. I use my meditations with the desire to downregulate the heart disease gene and metobolic disorder gene that causes heavy metals to be absorbed. My long term goal is to live the best and lengthiest life as possible. This is a challenge to me, so I begin and end my days with these intentions in mind.

I began really setting my intentions every morning. I usually crack my eyes very early, have to use the bathroom then return to bed. This is when I set my intentions. Usually just before sunrise, with the energy of both wakening and going to sleep in that Alpha 1 state. I state my life as though it happened yesterday. I am healthy, I am thin, I eat perfectly in order to be healthy. I also mention my enemies and some sort of banished statement. Then I feel grratitude.

Now, one would think of gratitude as being thankful, nope not even close. Being thankful is what is expected of us when we receive a gift. An obligatory statement of excitement, a heartfelt thank you, positive ways we will use the gift. Maybe even making a mental note not to take it for granted. But true gratitude is the emotional signature of completion. It is much more than a thank you. Gratitude is a state of mind and when you can embrace it fully, you get that download. For five or ten minutes, everything makes sense. You are beyond yourself yet within yourself. I finally did get a full version personal experience of this download the third week in the month. More on how that happened later.

The Entity

In my group, I research a spirit of the day from time to time. A Goddess, demon, angel etc. I give some details, altar set up, their enn, etc. That first Sunday, I searched "today's demon" and a funny thing happened. One spirit came in every passage down the page. The movie "The Nun" was seen down the whole page.

I was confused, what was this? I re-searched, same thing. Rephrased, but still "The Nun" repeated 20 times down the results page. I read some of them and found that this was a legit Goetia demon.

My Group Post:

Valac Demon

Sometimes you summon demons and sometimes they summon you. Last night, I was speaking with a friend about horror flicks portraying real demons. I specifically said I was not about to watch the new movie "The Nun" because the trailers made it seem extremely frightening. At bedtime, I was awakened after about an hour and when I returned to sleep, I forgot to state that I was not able to travel (ground myself well, that I needed my rest.) I had a dream about work (a lot of people there) and losing track of my daughter who wound up being asleep in the work office. (She was the reason I woke in the first place). I chalked it up to a strange dream and had my coffee this morning. I sat down to make a post for my lovely group here (yous guys) and looked up a demon to research today. Valac was the only one who came to the surface. Oddly enough, the movie "The Nun", the haunting character is losely based on a husband and wife's team of paranormal research of the demon President Valac. (I had zero clue prior to this morning). If you just got chill bumps, you betcha I did too when I connected all of the dots. A friendly reminder to always be careful of the words you speak. What was her message? It seems she (Valac) is not happy of the way she was portrayed and demonized in the magic of Hollywood. So, dang it, now I will have to watch the freaking movie and solve the mystery completely. Not today, but soon. So this demon seems to want to be shared in the group today so here goes...

Invocation of Valac was not clear and not blogged insofar as I found. But a few who did attempt evocation of her were basically haunted in dreams and warned never to call and command this entity. Oddly enough she did appear in one of their dreams as a hooded priest turned scary with a warning.

According to the Goetia, she appears as an angelic child on a two headed dragon. I believe the dragon may not appear in the first sessions of contact but could not confirm it. She is the 62nd spirit of the Goetia and has 30 legions in her charge. She reveals hidden treasures and is best summoned for matters of business and for small business owners seeking success. She is a spirit of Mercury but has some ties to Jupiter for success and business. A specific invocation method was not clearly listed but Mercury tends to be multicolored specifically blue, gold and silver. A symbol of your request may suit your altar well, a few coins for money or your business card or logo. Hermetic approach calls for using a dagger or athame, facing Mercurial location (or the Sun if unknown). Oddly enough she tells the position of planets and where serpents can be located. Informally, she can provide some sort of psychic connection and knowledge about animals. It seems she wants to remind that demons have office not purposes to be used. She expects a high amount of valor and respect. Never attempt to command her, but instead invite her and allow her to approach. State that she is welcome to approach in dream state in a pleasant form. Informal banishments donot seem to be effective. LBRP would be the method to best use after a suitable offering has been made.

Her Enn: Avage secore on ca Volac

I had very vivid dreams the whole month. Some repressed emotions and events came to mind. President Valac reveals hidden treasure, I sought to figure out what that meant for my current situation. Sometimes treasure is not gold but meaning. I resolved some of that mystery but if my past work with Goetia sprits is any indicator, this will be revealed in time as to the full meaning or messages from this month.

I still had an invocation to complete but I did not see clearly how that would work. I used my pendulum and my angels and invited President Valac near to try to get some answers through dousing. Would you want for me to see The Nun? No. Is there a hidden meaning in the movie? No. Were you misinterpreted by the movie? Of course. No real direction was given but I left it that I was open to dreams and messaged as was necessary to move forward woth the invocation.

A few days later, I was in line to see the new Halloween movie. It came to me that this was the invocation. I attended with a large group so pomp and circumstance was not appropriate. I cast my diamond structure metaphysically and invoked the demon Valac to attend the movie with me.

It was a typical slasher killer thriller. The experience was vivid and exciting. Of course I was scared at times. I had been taught never to acknowledge fear in the presence of a demon but Valak loved it. There was zero harm to me and I felt completely safe.

When the crowd around me started to react to the movie, Valac rang through, their energy. I spoke with my mind, oh, you want to feed from the energy here. Affirmed. As the fear rose and fell and the screams and "do not go in there, oh my god!" Echoed in the room, I could feel the waves of power flow into me. My third eye opened. It was an amazing experience.

Afterward, I walked to my car in the sudden cold and biting wind. I felt alive and energized. I pushed the energy out as I got into my car. My eyes were bright green and my pupils were large.

I performed a banishment out loud in the car and then drove home. The drive was long and I expressed gratitude for the experience. Almost half way home, I felt the power of the Universe flow through me and I was overcome with a knowledge amd sensation of pure gratitude. I was able to connect the metaphysical dots for every step of the way and every spirit who helped me along the way. I could see my path but it was lit up in the stars, not on the ground. I held onto the sensations as long as I could, about 10 minutes. I had tears down my face in a flood and I thanked each spirit out loud as they came to mind.

I finished the meditations in the last week and prepared my journal. I did several spiritual baths and banishments. It was Samhain so I performed a ritual cleansing and smudged my house with sage.

President Valac was impressive and powerful. I got to experience some of what that meant and felt like. It was a good experience, fluid, smooth invocation and I learned so much. I had my talisman, as always, but I felt very at home and safe with the work and the spirit.

#do magick #valac

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03/18/2017 DAB Transcript

Numbers 28:16-29:40 ~ Luke 3:23-38 ~ Psalm 62:1-12 ~ Proverbs 11:18-19

Today is the 18th day of March. Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I'm Brian. It's great to be here with you at the end of another of the weeks that we get to share together, 52 in all, taking us through the entire Bible in a year. So we’re well on our way. We’ve been reading from the Expanded Bible during this week, and it's still this week even though it is the end of the week, so that is what we’ll do. Numbers chapter 26, verse 52 through 28, verse 15 today.

Prayer

Father, we thank you for another week that you have been faithful to us, nourishing us through your word, through each other, through the power of your Holy Spirit and we thank you for all that you have done in and among us and we long for and have great anticipation for all that you have yet to do in the coming weeks. So we open our hearts to you, Jesus, even as we close another week. This relationship that we have with you and with your word is an ongoing thing that never ends and we’re very grateful. So we thank you for your presence. Without your presence, we are floundering and completely blind in this world. So come Holy Spirit, lead us on the narrow path that leads to life. Guide our steps forward, we ask. In Jesus’ name, amen.

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And that's it for today. I'm Brian. I love you and I’ll be waiting for you here tomorrow.

Community Prayer Requests and Praise Reports

Hi Daily Audio Bible family. This is Lance in San Diego and God wanted me to call in and just encourage the woman at the end of, I think, March 14th or 15th podcast. She didn’t leave her name, but she called to thank Stephanie and she said she was the weird one, she felt, at church and she stepped away from church and she runs to turn her phone off when the prayer requests come up. God just wanted me to call and encourage you and share my experience and times with going to church and connecting to the people there. What I have found works great for me is actually trying to serve as much as I can at the church. You know, parking ministry or help sweep the floors or whatever God leads you to do. I have found that gives openings for God's Holy Spirit to come in and me being able to bless others, not just with the physical service, but it puts you in contact with people there and helps build that family, that church family on the ground there. If you get a word from the Lord… You know, it's my job, if God's to work in my heart, just to be faithful to God and I trust God that if I say something wrong, God has the supernatural ability to transform that in the air and have that land in the person's ears __________. It's just trying to be faithful to use the gifts of the Spirit and things like that. It's not just for me, it's to share with God's people to give glory to God. I just wanted to call and encourage you to try to find a church family and approach it just as a time to serve. It's basically our Christian good teaching and good lordship, but it's also…

Hi there. Good afternoon DAB family. This is Andre from Nottingham in the UK. It's the afternoon of the 13th of March. A prayer request, please, family, for my sister, Louise, mother of three and wife. She was involved in a car accident. What happened was the car where the children were in happened to roll down the hill when the hand brake failed and they, husband and herself, tried to stop the car. Consequently, she was knocked under the car, under the wheels and received injuries to her body, her head and so on. She is in the hospital at the moment and the shock and the trauma of this event. I pray God's peace and healing in the situation. I believe it was a miracle nothing worse happened. So I would appreciate you guys praying. And if you want to contact me at all and see how she is doing, you can email me on [email protected]. I appreciate you, family. God bless you. Speak soon. Bye for now.

Hey Daily Audio Bible. This is Jeff from Virginia Tech calling today. The Holy Spirit has been working. I know I haven’t called in a long time, but someone recently called in and said the Holy Spirit was kind of gnawing him to call in. I was just walking back from class and I was listening to the DAB and Brian mentioned the phone number and the Holy Spirit was telling me I should call in, so here I am. More updates for you guys. Just been kind of low in terms of the spirit recently. My parents are in a tough spot right now. They are looking at divorcing really soon, so prayers for that. This weekend I'm co-leading a retreat with a group of friends in the __________ diocese in Virginia. We got about 33 kids signed up. I’ll be doing the men's talk so I would just ask that you keep me in your prayers during this time during this weekend that they just have a great experience and that the Holy Spirit just works through us and that I might deliver an awesome talk and inspire these guys to live virtuously, to live virtuous lives for Christ. Just prayer for the Newman Community, the Catholic Campus Ministry of Virginia Tech. Prayer for everyone who has fallen out of the church. So keep me in your prayers, guys. I’ll be praying for you as well. This is Jeff from Virginia Tech signing off. See ya.

Hey DAB family. This is Byron out in Florida, Abiding in Him. Shout-out to my brother Jordan in Michigan. So glad you have chosen to extend the 30-day __________ challenge to a full 60 days. I'm looking forward to every single one of those calls and I'm so excited about this new direction that your life has been taking, man. I'm glad you’re inviting us along with it. When you called you had thanked me for my transparency concerning a previous suicide attempt and then the second transparency I have to clarify is that wasn’t me. That is not my story. But my heart goes out to every single one of you in the community, some of you I'm very close to, who struggle with those dark thoughts and I want to let you guys know that every day that you wake up and decide to live that day is pure worship to God who made you. Pure worship to the God that gave you that day and I thank all of you who choose to do that, despite how you may feel. And my heart goes out to all of you. God loves you so very dearly. Jordan, I love you, man. I want you to reach out to me. My email is [email protected]. Hit me up with a preview of your next rhyme. And that goes out to anybody who wants to reach out. That email is available. Just write me and I’ll write you back. I love you all. Talk to you later.

Hello Daily Audio Bible family. This is Valerie calling from Dallas, TX. This is my first time calling in. I need the family to stand in the gap. Satan is destroying my family. There is no fellowship. There is no respect. There is no communication of love between me and my four adult children. Satan took the opportunity through the pain of grief through seeing their father suddenly get sick and die and then within months also my children have endured the pain of seeing me divorce a stepfather whom they also love. Satan has __________ my every word, my every action, my every deed and twisted it that my children receive it as an attack, as judgment, as daggers in their heart. I have to turn this over to God. Satan cannot have the victory. His weapons are the same, to separate in deception and then to steal, kill and destroy. I am asking you to pray that he no longer has the victory in my family. Thank you.

Hi, this is Nicki from North Vancouver and I’ve been listening to Daily Audio Bible for about six years and it's just awesome. I'm completely addicted. This is my first time calling and I'm calling for prayer for our 8-year-old grandson. His name is Leif. He is a bright little guy, but his behavior at school is terrible and he has been having problems. He is very strong-willed and doesn’t want to do what the teacher wants him to do always. When he cooperates, he is wonderful and she adores him, but oh, when he has a meltdown it's horrible. Could you please pray that his behavior will improve? He's already been suspended once and, anyway, we just need the Lord's intervention so much. His dad, who is our son, is not serving the Lord and I'm not sure that his mother has ever known the Lord, so please pray for the family's salvation as well. Mostly my call is for our grandson, Leif, and that he will respect authority and behave appropriately. So thank you so much everyone and I pray along with all of your requests also. Thanks. Bye-bye.

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