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fangirlshrewt97 · 1 year

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RRR - The Burden of Atlas

An RRR fic after a long while. The last few stories have all been for other Charak movies.

This one is also a little more intense/angsty than my usual stories, though I did try to give a soft ending. Actually Hurt/Comfort would be a more apt descriptor. Let me know what you think!

The RamBheem here can be either platonic or romantically read.

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Bheem's breaths were coming out in ragged gasps as he leapt over logs and darted between the trees, running fast enough to actually feel a burn in his legs. The coil of tension in his chest was wrapping tighter around his chest, compressing his lungs, and further diminishing his ability to breathe.

He needed to run, to move, to expel all this tension so that he could feel better again. And yet, each step seemed to have the opposite effect, blurring his vision as pressure behind his eyes transformed into tears, and the multitude of tiny scraps and cuts from the thorns and branches of the trees he had run past. He finally tripped over a hidden tree root, covered by leaves that had him crying out as he shielded his face from the worst of the fall.

He sprawled on the forest floor, looking up at the tall canopy, and the sprinkles of sunlight that were breaking through the leaves. The air was humid and wrapped like a sweaty blanket around him. Still, the forest was quiet, or at least as quiet as forests can be. There were the calls of different birds in the distance, and the sounds of smaller animals scurrying about the undergrowth. When Bheem closed his eyes, his hearing seemed to magnify, and he could even make out the buzzing of insects, and slithering of critters across tree barks.

Where before he had had so much nervous energy pushing him forward, now he felt as though it had all drained into the soil beneath him, leaving him lethargic and heavy. Given a few years, if he left himself here, would he decay back into this ground. Would his blood go back into the earth and nourish his brethren of wood and leaf? Would his bones turn to roots, and his veins into creeping vines climbing towards the sun? His flesh could feed his animal kin, and the rest could be dismantled by the flowers and mushrooms that littered the forest floors.

He opened his eyes.

Where would his rage go?

His joy?

His sadness?

Would they dissipate into the air, dissolve among the molecules?

Or would his soul drift whole through the atmosphere till it found another living creature to settle into?

A tear made his face down his face, tickling his cheek before disappearing into his beard. He didn't understand why he was feeling this way.

They had all been talking of this raid for months, and it had gone exactly according to plan. Mostly. Jenny had insisted on coming with them, saying no one could provide a more credible distraction than her, and while he and Ram had been anxious, Sita had scolded them both to trust the woman.

There had been a child, just a couple years younger than Malli had been when...

A little boy with a black eye, and bruises across his back in a facsimile of Bheem’s own scars. Jenny had stolen him away when the rest of the soldiers had been chasing Ram and Bheem down.

The boy had admitted his own father had been responsible for the injuries.

Bheem found it abhorrent, but violence from parents was seen all too ubiquitously. No, that hadn't been what angered him.

The boy had confessed the reason behind the beatings were that his father found him too soft. Too weak.

Bheem had entered the hut where the boy had been looked over by Sita and Jenny, hearing only the last few fragments of conversation. He had been his usual self, even if the rage had been simmering beneath his skin. Beneath it...till the boy started screaming at the sight of him. Oh, how he struggled against both women to get away from Bheem.

Bheem had been wide eyed as he froze in the face of the naked terror in those young eyes, not even budging when Ram squeezed in beside him.

Past the ringing in his ears, Bheem was able to decipher the mumblings of the still terrified but halfway soothed boy as him being terrified Bheem would hurt him.

And that... that turned the burning inferno building in his chest into a thorny typhoon instead, each lick of anger a sharp knife that tore through his sternum, breached his ribcage and pierced his heart.

He had turned and ran. Ran and ran and ran till he tumbled here.

"-em?! BHEEM!" Ram's voice was so deep and solid. It reminded Bheem of the hills, of the temple bells as they chimed with clarity and surety.

Bheem blinked heavily as the voice grew louder, barely flinching when the accompanying body burst into the patch of forest he was laying prone in, and dropped to his knees beside him.

A warm hand cupped his cheek, turning his face to the other side.

"Bheema?" Now Ram's voice was low and warm, like the embers of the campfires Bheem would create in the cooler evenings to rest beside.

With effort Bheem blinked heavy eyelids open.

"There you are." Ram said, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. Even the sight of the rare token of happiness on his friend's face did not provide the cool relief it usually did.

Bheem tried to turn away, but Ram's hand was insistent. "What happened?"

Bheem squeezed his eyes shut as tears filled his vision again, whimpering when Ram's thumb caressed them away. "I am so angry Ram."

"I know."

Bheem gasped as his eyes opened. Ram's smile was smaller, but his eyes were now filled with a terrible understanding that Bheem couldn't bear to look at. Ram shifted so that he was sitting by Bheem's head, one left tucked under him as another bent at the knee. He tugged at Bheem till the younger man placed his head on Ram's thigh. Ram began carding his fingers through Bheem's hair. "I don't like this, Annayya."

Ram's heart clenched at how young Bheem sounded. It had been months since he had called Ram by that term.

"What are you angry about?"

"I don’t know! Everything! The British, and the men, and the parents who hit their children and the ones who think they can kidnap kids, and cages, and fists, and, and..." Ram rubbed at Bheem's chest to calm him down.

"I hate that that boy was terrified of me." Bheem confessed. "That even though he was beaten so badly by his father, he would rather go back to him than be treated by me because he has been told we will do terrible things to them."

"You're not capable of hate, Bheema." Ram said.

Bheem opened his mouth to protest, but Ram silenced him with a shake of his head. "To hate is to destroy Bheem. To hate is the fire that is lit and burns and burns and burns. That destroys without regard for what is in its path, and doesn't care who it hurts. To hate is to fire a gun, and be bruised by the recoil. Hatred is a poison that is created in one's heart, from a rot that infects your brain and your perception of the world. You are not capable of that."

"You're so sure..." Bheem said softly.

Ram smiled. "Easiest thing in the world."

Bheem looked at him, a furrow between his brows. Ram reached with his index and middle finger, smoothing out the wrinkles. "You know Bheem, I often think of you are water. Healing and refreshing. Persistent and able to carve through rock given enough time, but also able to douse the raging fires as well as wash away homes if the deluge is large enough. But you are a little like fire too. I didn't know this before, but you will. Forest fires are often seen as these disastrous events but it is actually important that they happen no?"

Bheem was silent for a while, just listening to the forest, and taking in the man next to him. His even breaths, the heat of the thigh beneath his head. The softness of his fingers on his skin.

"Forest fires clear away old trees and detritus, allow for new life."

Ram hummed. "You are just like that. You never destroy Bheem, you clear away space for better things. You nurture, and guide, and protect. That's why you aren't capable of hate."

Bheem took in a deep breath before pushing himself up, shifting to sit with his knees bent, arms hugging them. He tucked his chin in the divot between them. "What did we do to deserve it?"

Ram gave him a confused look.

"The Britishers. They hate us. We didn't do anything. They are the ones coming into our home, stealing our children and our lives, claiming things for themselves that they have no claim over. What right do they have to hate us?"

Ram sighed, raking his fingers through the few dead leaves on the ground. "There is no logic or explanation Bheema."

"Do they even have hearts? They don't just hurt our children, but their own too?" Bheem asked, voice touched by a grief Ram desperately wished to take away.

Ram was silent.

Bheem reached out to grasp his wrist so tightly, there would surely be bruises. "Ram."

Ram sighed and shook his hand to loosen Bheem's grip, turning over his palm to intertwine their hands. He looked up at the canopy before turning back to Bheem. "I know Jenny has been sharing the stories she grew up hearing with the kids here. Have you heard of one about someone called Atlas?"

Bheem shook his head, confused at the non-sequitur.

"There was a civilization, people who lived nearly 2000 years ago in the West called the Greeks. They had this one story, a myth about a god named Atlas. There was a battle between the gods, and Atlas was on the losing side. As punishment, he was condemned to hold up the entire world on his shoulders for eternity."

"Why was there a battle?" Bheem asked.

Ram shook his head. "Doesn't matter. I am telling you this because Bheem, Atlas was punished to hold up the world for eternity. You? You are holding it voluntarily all alone and not letting anyone else help. You aren’t alone though."

"That's-" Bheem started, but Ram squeezed his hand.

"Growing up, I used to have some nights where I would wake up in the middle of the night, and my parents would be talking outside the house so as to not disturb us. My father used to tell my mother about his worries, and how no matter how much we trained, it could never be enough. After he died, I had all this pain and anger. I kept it all inside, didn't share it with anyone, not even Sita who begged me to let her in. I kept the fire inside me so long, I ended up getting burned from the inside out, so that by the time I met you, I felt like a dead man who was just alive long enough to fulfill his promise to his father.

You...you showed me that weapons aren't the only way we can effectively fight against the enemy, but that there are still things worth staying alive for.

But now, I have spent so many nights pouring my heart out to you in ways I never thought I'd be capable of, and you listen to me and help me. Despite all the hurt I have caused you. Despite having every reason to main or even kill me. You more than have the right, and if you ever did attempt it, I wouldn't stop you."

"Ram stop." Bheem said, voice fragile again.

Ram huffed, scratching his neck. "Sorry, I got sidetracked."

The pair sat in silence, staring at their hands. How many times had they held them just like this? How could they fit so perfectly together? Like they were meant to hold each other.

"You didn't answer my question." Bheem said after a while.

"I don't know Bheem. I don't understand how they could have hearts when I see the callous way they treat our people. And of course, there are exceptions, like Jenny, but even she isn't blameless."

"I thought you liked her?" Bheem asked.

Ram shrugged. "She's fine as a person. But can you really tell me you hold no resentment over the fact she did nothing for Malli during her time with the Scotts?"

Bheem bowed his head. "There's nothing she could have done."

Ram moved to sit next to Bheem, jolting their shoulders together. "Yes there is."

Bheem's fists clenched. "Of course there is. She should have done more to help Malli escape. She knew that Malli was there against her will. She was even getting her pretty dresses and toys a a way to appease her. She saw the damn cage they had built for her!"

Ram tapped at Bheem's fist. "I'm not saying this so you get angry with Jenny, but the truth of the matter is while she couldn't have broken Malli out, she could have pointed out to the Scotts that what they were doing was wrong. Or asked Malli if she wanted to leave.

But there's no point in discussing What Ifs. I'm saying that for the Britishers, even the 'good' ones like Jenny, we are little better than animals. It took Jenny meeting you and falling for you to realize that we are people just like them."

Bheem snorted. "She didn't fall for me."

Ram raised an eyebrow. Bheem dropped his head onto Ram's shoulder. "You know I see her as a friend. Maybe even sister."

"Fine, but she definitely liked you."

"And I liked her. Like her. She was one of the few people to show us kindness, and treat us with respect and dignity. That's all there is."

Ram bonked his head lightly against Bheem's. "Not asking you to justify your feelings to me, Bheema."

"I don't like to think about it."

"About what?"

"How Jenny could have helped Malli, but didn't. How I am able to sweep that away and still consider her a friend despite the role she played in that whole fiasco. Does thinking so make me a bad person?"

Ram huffed another laugh. "Bheem, if every person in the world was ranked as a good or a bad person, you would be the very last human to be called bad."

"Malli suffered so much Ram, she still has nightmares."

Ram sobered quickly. "I know."

"And Jenny just goes about her day here without realizing just how horrible things were for her. Is it really just ignorance? Or obliviousness? Does she not hear the screams? Or does she just think those are normal nightmares, rather than caused directly because of the cruelty Malli suffered in that mansion?"

“Where is this coming from Bheem? I’ll be honest there were moments when I thought you returned her feelings.”

Bheem shook his head. “I’ve been thinking this for a long time. Back when she gave me my first clue that Malli was alive, I was so grateful for that fact. And then when she invited me (albeit for very different reasons) to her home. Finally for her help in getting me the blueprints of the prison to save you. But…I don’t know. Do a couple grand good actions make up for months of smaller non-actions that perpetuated suffering and misery?”

"Only Jenny can answer those questions." Ram said quietly. "But you can answer me why you ran out of the hut so fast."

Bheem sighed, burrowing into Ram's shoulder. "It got to be so much. I was already angry at the sight of the hurt child, but when I walked into the hut, the look in his eyes...I saw that same look in Malli's eyes when Scott grabbed her."

Ram wrapped his arms around Bheem's shoulders.

"I wanted to rip the boy's father's head off. Reach into his chest and yank his heart out. It scared me."

“You would never do it.” Ram retorted.

Bheem hunched inward, trying to make himself smaller. Ram placed a hand on Bheem’s knee, knuckles brushing his cheekbones. “You would never do it Bheem. That makes all the difference. With your strength and your abilities, you could be cruel and who could truly stand up to you? But you don’t because you are a protector to your core.”

“I released a truck full of wild animals on innocent people.”

“They were Britishers.”

“Ram!”

Ram shrugged, “Even if you did, you also took care to try and protect Jenny when you could have left her to fend for herself. Or what about with me? You had the chance to kill me. Multiple times. And you didn’t. Not just for the sake of our friendship, because even if we had been strangers I don’t think you would have struck the killing blow.

You only ever fight, or kill to survive Bheem. Only resort to violence to achieve a more selfless end. You apologize to the animals when you need to use them. You thank the trees for their bark, and plants for their leaves.” Ram rubbed his nose into Bheem's curls. "Too good for this world Bheema. We don't deserve you."

Ram felt a wet spot forming near his shoulder, where Bheem had started to cry silently. He tightened his embrace.

"You are so full of kindness. You wear it like this armor. It's...it's breathtaking." Ram admitted. "You taught me how to live again. "

Bheem's breath hiccuped.

"But just like me, you are also so full of rage and grief. The difference is I let it consume me till I existed for a single purpose, and didn't care who or what got in my way, I was going to raze them to the ground and go ahead with my plan. You on the other hand, are so determined to do right by everyone, even monsters like me who hurt you, that you pretend that rage doesn't exist. It's choking you from the inside Bheema.

So please. I am begging you. Please. Let me help. Let me shoulder some of the burden, you don't need to carry this weight of responsibility or this anger alone. You are human and you are allowed to hurt and rage and grieve."

Bheem's fist grasped Ram's shirt so tight, he felt a few seams straining to hold on. "What do I do?"

"Can I repeat your advice back to you?" Ram murmured gently.

Bheem lifted his head, showing red rimmed eyes and a devastated face. Ram brushed away the tear tracks, pressing a kiss to Bheem's forehead. "Don't hold everything in. There are so many who care so deeply for you. We would do anything for you Bheem, so please let us help you carry your burdens."

"I'm the Protector." Bheem argued.

"Well then, you protect everyone. Who protects you?"

Bheem's expression shattered. "I-"

Ram gripped his cheek, voice fierce and unyielding as he said, "I do."

Bheem blushed, jaw tightening as he looked to the ground.

"I swear to you, for as long as I have strength in my body, and breath in my lungs, I will protect you. Let me."

Bheem cried out, throwing himself into Ram's hug, clinging to the elder man. Ram held him just as tightly.

Bheem lost sense of time as he clung to Ram. Words poured out beyond his consciousness, days, months, years of worries flowing out. Ram was quiet through it all, merely running a comforting hand down the length of his back and up again. By the time the words ran out, it was twilight, the tiny patches of previously blue skies not turned pink and purple. As Bheem quietened, swallowing deep breaths of air, he noticed several things. First, the calls of the birds had increased, the animals quickly growing accustomed to the new strangers in their territories when it became clear they were not here after them. Secondly, he noticed the bands that had been constricting his lungs as he had ran and fallen here had slackened, each inhale filling every bronchiole. Thirdly he noticed Ram had switched from rubbing his back to tracing designs down his arm.

The last thing he noticed only when he pulled away and sat up to his full height.

He felt a couple inches taller.

Like there had been an invisible weight resting upon his shoulders, curving his neck and compressing his spine.

He took some deep breaths. In. Hold. Out. Hold. In. Hold. Out.

When he opened his eyes, Ram was looking at him with fondness. But also a twinkle of pride that sent a wave of pride and affection through Bheem's blood.

"Thank-"

Ram covered Bheem's mouth. "Do not insult me by offering me thanks. Not when I owe you so much."

Bheem shook his head but conceded. "Fine."

Ram rose, groaning when something popped. He bent down to touch his toes, groaning again when something else clicked. "I'm getting old."

Bheem sprung up, laughing when Ram threw him a dirty look for not feeling an effect on his body. "Don't worry Ram, I can carry you back to the village."

Ram scowled, which just made Bheem giggle harder.

"Laugh it up, when you get old, you're getting no sympathy from me." Ram said.

Bheem laughed harder, throwing an arm around Ram's shoulder that had the man stumbling. "Sounds wonderful."

Ram sighed wistfully, looking at the familiar spark of joy in Bheem's eyes which set his own heart afloat. Bheem should always look this free and relaxed.

The pair made their way through the forest, Ram cursing and Bheem snickering at him the whole way back.

The small scrapes and bruises Bheem had acquired during his initial dash would disappear in a couple of days, and the hurt from the boy's fear would take another few days. But Bheem trusted Ram would honor his word, and really with a protector like Ram, Bheem could sleep easier. He just hoped that if there was a next life, he could spend it alongside Ram, and that it be a gentler one than the cards they were dealt for this lifetime.

After all, a burden shared is a burden halved.

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thebobby1432world · 1 year

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Aakanksha Singh Wiki, Biography, Age, Height, Weight, Family, Net Worth

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venusstadt · 3 years

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A Brief History of the CFDA

You don’t know American fashion if you don’t know the CFDA.

Founded in 1962, the Council of Fashion Designers of America (CFDA) remains a vital pillar of the American fashion industry. The New York City-based trade association boasts over 450 members across different segments of the fashion industry, including Tom Ford, its current chairman, and current committee members like Michael Kors, Tommy Hilfiger, Virgil Abloh, and Kerby Jean-Raymond. The CFDA organizes New York Fashion Week and hosts the annual CFDA awards, among other things. Membership is open to U.S. designers or designers based in the U.S. on an invite-only basis. Once invited, applicants require an affirmative vote by the CFDA board for acceptance into the association.

Fashion publicist Eleanor Lambert, founder of New York Fashion Week, the Costume Institute Gala, and the International Best Dressed List, created the CFDA to “further the position of fashion design as a recognized branch of American art and culture” and to “advance its artistic and professional needs.” Throughout the decades, the organization has also had an impressive list of presidents, from founding members Norman Norell and Bill Blass to Perry Ellis and Oscar de la Renta, who served two terms between 1973–1976 and 1987–1989.

The first CFDA Awards were held in 1980 to acknowledge and promote the American fashion industry’s creative talent. Known now as the “Oscars of Fashion,” the awards show quickly grew popular and replaced its predecessor the Coty American Fashion Critics’ Awards by 1984. Potential recipients of the CFDA Awards are nominated by the Fashion Guild, a group of over 1,000 CFDA members and industry insiders.

In 1991, designer Stan Herman and Fern Mallis took over the CFDA as President and Executive Director, respectively. Under their leadership, the CFDA grew into the fashion industry force it is today. Herman and Mallis relocated the CFDA Awards from the Museum of Modern Art to the David H. Koch Theater, a move that Herman would deem “more democratic” due to the extra space that the theater provided. Herman and Mallis also centralized New York Fashion Week under the name “7th on Sixth” in 1993. Prior to their organization in Bryant Park tents, where NYFW remained until 2010, fashion shows took place all over the city. In 1998, the schedule for NYFW was pushed to the beginning of the international fashion calendar after scheduling issues with Helmut Lang and Calvin Klein. By 2001, NYFW, though highly successful, became too expensive and unwieldy for the CFDA to handle alone, and was sold to International Management Group (IMG), which, along with other organizations, produces it to this day. However, the CFDA still organizes NYFW due to its ownership of the Fashion Calendar, a once-biweekly, subscription-based pink newsletter founded in 1945 to keep track of NYFW events. The CFDA acquired the calendar from its creator, businesswoman Ruth Finley, in 2014.

Despite their many strokes of genius, not all of Herman and Mallis’s ideas were well-received. In June 1999, the CFDA attempted to televise its annual award ceremony, an effort that cost $2 million. The move was criticized by fashion media due to its length, tediousness, and no-show celebrity hosts. Fashion journalist Cathy Horyn deemed it a “six-and-a-half ordeal of dinner, speeches, and wilting hairdos” in an article for the New York Times.

In 2006, designer Diane Von Furstenberg was elected CFDA President, while Steven Kolb joined the organization as Executive Director, a position he currently holds. Under Furstenberg, the CFDA began to focus on younger, emerging talent. Around the same time, the CFDA also started to take a stand against counterfeit product designs, with multiple designers traveling to Washington, D.C. to lobby for copyright protection on designs.

But the CFDA isn’t simply responsible for glamourous runway shows and awards nights. In 1973, the CFDA Foundation, the CFDA’s separate non-profit philanthropy organization, was founded. Amid the HIV/AIDS epidemic, the CFDA Foundation held its first “7th on Sale” event to raise money and awareness for the New York City AIDS fund. The initial event raised over $4.2 million and was held twice more in San Francisco in 1992 and 1995 in New York City. In 2001, the CFDA collaborated with Vogue magazine for “Fashion for America” after the September 11th attacks.

To boost retail sales during the Great Recession, the CFDA held the first annual Fashion Night’s Out in September 2009. The event, which was hosted annually until its cancellation in 2013, was famous for its high-profile celebrities (such as the Olsen twins), late-night luxury store romps, and alcoholic overflow. The impact of the annual event is still debated. In 2017, in collaboration with Planned Parenthood, the CFDA creates “Fashion Stands with Planned Parenthood” pins to support women’s reproductive rights.

In addition, the association actively works to nurture young American designers. In 1996, the CFDA started its Scholarship Program as part of its Educational Initiatives. Other awards include the Target/CFDA Design Initiative (f. 1998), the CFDA/Vogue Fashion Fund (f. 2004), and the CFDA/Teen Vogue Scholarship (f. 2011). Most recently, the Fashion Trust Initiative was launched in 2018 to provide grants and membership to upcoming designers.

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bma-2021 · 3 years

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k i think this is as done as I’m willing to be lmao i tried its okay i finally added most of everything aaand i actually kind of like it rn which is a rarity for me sO

#Mally. ( ALL THE LITTLE PIECES FALLING. )#art.#mine.#i tried #also one of the brushes i bought i felt kind of had that glittery effect I was looking for #for the dress i mean #idek if you can see all the scarring bc since i know from personal experience #that scars don't tend to last long when your skins extremely pale #scar dependent i mean like certain scars i dont want to cw with faded but then cat scratches have scarred for awhile now lol #i tried to make it like noticeable but not too too noticeable #even tho like where limbs were flat out cut off for awhile i fele like the scar would be pretty effing heavy #ppl claim its unrealistic so #despite how many reference photos i use lol #ppl dont believe crime scene photo references that is what i've learned in 9 years on tumblr #got i feel old #and i'm not old its just younger ppl making anyone over 20 think theyre ancient lmao #k i'm tired and trying to write ficlets while waiting for things to reply to so #bc rn i feel primarily mally #the anxiety left so bruce is asleep rn #also its daylight bruce only operates at night lmao #hes a night owl like i am only hes batman not nite owl #tho nite owl was dcs own alternate universe batman even tho htey own batman bc they love to make sense i guess lol #i'm gonna shut up now before ppl realize im a huge nerd #its too late they already know

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voidsteffy · 2 years

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5 Telugu movies that deserve more attention and praise

There was a time when I marinated with thoughts about media of my mother tongue. Tollywood is often known to be dramatic, illogical and sexist. But in my short years of curating talent for my own experiences, I've noticed that the real cream of talent (storytelling, action, music) is the movies that no one talks about because they're not trendy or because there aren't many supporters.

But now times have changed. The audience has evolved collectively and I, more loud about my interests. I present to you a list of the Telugu movies that deserve more praise but don't ask/promote because they're humble or true to themselves.

Anand (2004)

Genre: Romance

Rating: 3.5 / 5

Story: Roopa is young when she loses her parents and younger brother to an accident. Anand is the son of the man who caused the accident. I won't spoil anything more because this deserves a fresh perspective to watch the first time around. If you watch it more than once, I do not blame you.

Why must you watch Anand: Anand is Sekhar Kammula's second project (the first being Dollar Dreams) and he shows a surprising amount of maturity in his writing and taking. He trusts his audience to know what he's saying and sticks to realistic characters. There is no bichda pyaar or pointless drama. Everything is for a reason whether you catch it in the first watch or not. Roopa and Anand are like the women and men you see and are irl. They make mistakes and learn along the way. The happy ending is well deserved.

Why must you watch Anand, except it's just about The Music: KM Radha Krishnan has a way with tunes. Every single song from Anand's album is a HIT. If Teluguvallu didn't watch the movie, they at least loved the songs. Many people (including me) knew about Anand for its music. Just... chef's kiss.

What I didn't like/thought could improve: The editing of scenes is choppy in few scenes.

Where can I watch Anand: Disney Hotstar (with subtitles I think) or youtube (no subtitles)

Godavari (2008)

Genre: Romance, Slice of Life

Rating: 4 / 5

Story: Fed up with her parent's admonishments about her failing boutique and miffed about being rejected by a man for marriage, Sita goes alone on a cruise along the river of Godavari. Aboard the native cruise (also titled 'Godavari'), she meets Ram, an honest young man with a penchant for public service and dreams of becoming an earnest politician. Sita falls in love with Ram but feels miffed that he still has feelings for Raaji.

Why must you watch Godavari: For Teluguvallu who haven't been along Godavari river or are living abroad and never got to experience pure Andhra Pradesh way of things, Godavari is like a scenic handbook. The characters and their troubles are realistic and the movie is rich in parallels. Ram is the true embodiment of a gentleman or 'Lord Rama' and Sita is the relatable struggling artist who's boisterous yet thoughtful in her own way. And the music....if you're a telugite, then it's a festival.

What I didn't like/thought could improve: The editing, again, is choppy in some places.

Where can I watch Godavari: ZEE5

Malli Malli Idi Rani Roju (2015)

Genre: Romance

Rating: 3 / 5

Story: Raja Ram is an aspiring athlete who falls in love with a woman in a burqa, Nazeera. Nazeera loves Raja Ram too but keeps her identity as the Girl in the Burqa a secret while getting closer to him as a music student of his mother's. The day he gets to know that Nazeera is the music student, something drastic happens which pushes him away from Nazeera who is forced to leave India by her father's orders. Years later, Nazeera enters a bet with her daughter to show her what real love is and takes her to India to show Raja Ram, who is now successful and still holds Nazeera in his heart.

Why must you watch MMIRR: The dialogues are very deep and the writing shows a bit more maturity than one would expect. Classic misunderstanding ensue but this story is the tale of faith, fidelity and patience for love. Nitya Menon shines.

Where can I watch MMIRR: Disney Hotstar

Kshanam (2016)

Genre: Mystery, Thriller

Rating: 4 / 5

Story: Rishi, an NRI investment banker is beckoned to India by a call from his ex Shweta after years. She begs him to help her find her missing daughter who the world believes doesn't exist. What follows is a bone chilling chase to claw at shadows and unveil the secrets of the past.

Why must you watch Kshanam: (Ugh teluguvallu over here, pls look away if I simp for Adivi Sesh a bit too hard) Adivi Sesh, the actor who plays Rishi, also co-wrote this story. It was a low budget film made with approximately 20-30 crew members but excels in its storytelling and emotions. Kshanam is proof that budget is just a factor to storytelling, not the medium. There are no plot holes and everything is for a reason. All the facts are right in front of you and the plot twists are set up perfectly.

What I didn't like/could improve: The music could use some improvement.

Where can I watch Kshanam: Sun Nxt, MX Player (idk, but you HAVE to watch this, it's a must pls)

Mahanati (2018)

Genre: Biopic

Rating: 4.5 / 5

Story: Mahanati (titled Nadigaiyar Thilagam in Tamil) is a movie that follows the life of yesteryear star actor Savitri Ganeshan (Keerthy Suresh) known for her tragic fate in love yet shone bright as the sun in the film industry. A to-be-married reporter Madhuravani (Samantha Ruth Prabhu) is tagged with the job of writing a piece on a comatose Savitri Ganeshan. Though uninterested at first, Madhuravani is drawn into the maze of Savitri gaaru's life. Along with a photographer Anthony (Vijay Devarakonda), she explores the life of the golden years actress. The more she digs, the more she learns the lesson of her life.

Why must you watch Mahanati: It's a treat if you/your parents have grown up watching Savitri gaaru, it brings back old memories and the vintage feel. It is an emotional watch. Keerthy gives the best performance of her career. Flock over for Dulquer Salmaan, Samantha Ruth Prabhu, Vijay Devarakonda and cameos by surprising people.

Things I didn't like/could improve: The prosthetics weren't handled properly in some scenes (maybe it's because of the lighting ig).

Where can I watch Mahanati: Amazon Prime Video

These are some cherished pieces of art and I hope you'll like them. You need not agree or understand some mannerisms since they're native to Indian behaviour but I really hope you enjoy watching these. Film is becoming universal slowly, and let this be an effort to inspire interest in Telugu art. If you end up watching any of these movies and want a scene by scene desi explanation or want some context or any form of diction reference, ping me!

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rambheem-is-real · 2 years

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Be Still My Foolish Heart Part 1

ok guys I haven’t made much progress on the rambheem fic but I have decided to post an excerpt, here goes nothing

"Stop being so nervous, Anna. They're not going to bite." Bheem yells at him from over his left shoulder, Malli giggling from his right.

Bheem looks good like this, Ram thinks. Bathed in the glow of victory, still fresh from their fight with Governor Scott. The younger man turns to look at him in confusion, and Ram realizes that it's because he forgot to reply, staring at Bheem instead. That's been happening more often of late. Ram mentally reminds himself to control his feelings.

Faking a carelessness he doesn't have, Ram gathers himself. "I'm not nervous. It doesn't even matter. We're going to return Malli and then I'm going to return to my city."

Bheem only raises an eyebrow and smirks. "Sure, Anna." He turns around, and continues. "You're leaving so fast because you're scared of the Gond people."

"Who's scared? I've faced much more than a group of villagers in my lifetime," Ram retorts.

"Uh huh. That's why you've been adjusting your outfit, combing through your beard, and washing your face in every stream we've passed. Not to mention you've barely eaten anything."

Ram doesn't deign to respond, but feels his ears heat up. It's true that Ram is nervous, but he's not going to admit that out loud. He can't explain why, but the thought of meeting the people that Bheem grew up with, the people that practically raised him, makes him worried about the impression he's going to make. He's painfully aware he looks like an actual hobo in his three-month-old beard, barely healing torture scars, and saffron cloth. What if they don't want Bheem to be around him anymore?

Which is a ridiculous thought to have. Bheem is not a child, and can talk to whoever he wants even if the tribe forbids him from doing so. Still, Ram can't shake the thought that he somehow has to be perfect for the members of the tribe, and they need to approve his... brotherhood with Bheem.

Ram still can't put a label on their relationship. Initially Bheem and his innocence reminded him of Chotu, his thammudu that deserved to reach adulthood along with Ram. Through the next few months, Ram went from treating Bheem as a younger brother, someone to guide through life, to a prana-snehitudu. In such a short time, the wide-eyed menace had burrowed his way fully into Ram's heart, so much that later on, when Ram had to put on the guise of a torturer, every crack of the whip on Bheem felt like it was hitting Ram as well. The day Ram made the choice to sacrifice himself for Bheem, he had never felt so sure in his actions. Bheem was the moonlight of his darkened life; his love was the one thing that had felt real in all the years since his father's death. And Ram had betrayed that love, watched it be replaced on Bheem's face on that balcony with anger as red and burning as Bheem's blood on the cobblestone path the day of the whipping. Ram knew he didn't deserve Bheem's love again, after all he had done to him, after all he had done to the country in the name of the greater good, but he knew he could give Bheem Malli. Ram had accepted his death, even a lifetime of torture, but when Bheem appeared above his cramped cell like a deity, eyes flowing with the love he had thought he'd lost, Ram knew he would follow his angel anywhere. Including, apparently, the hamlet of the Gond tribe where they were returning Malli. Where, and Ram feels his nervousness return, Bheem had grown up.

A cheer grows around their group as the entrance to the village becomes visible, and Ram inconspicuously tries to smoothen his hair and beard, making sure Bheem wasn't looking. As they round the corner, Ram sees the faces of the villagers brighten from a weary grief into overflowing joy as they recognize Bheem, then their long-lost child on Bheem's shoulders.

"Malli!" a woman cries out, and runs over to them. Malli jumps down and runs to the woman, both crying as they embrace each other. Ram supposes this is the Loki atha he had heard about from Bheem, Malli's mother. Jangu goes over as well, completing the family picture as he soothes his wife and pats her hair lovingly.

Ram feels a pang in his stomach at seeing a happy family reunited. Had the British not attacked on that day, would his baba and amma hug him like that? What would his thammudu have looked like all grown up? What would it have been like to grow up with a family, and not be forced to age ten years in a single day? Without going to work for the same people that still gave him nightmares of his baba's limbs flying apart from the force of the bombs he had strapped to himself?

Bheem swings his arms around Ram as he looks at the happy trio, breaking Ram's thoughts. Ram turns to look at him, taking in the proud grin he now sports, and the way it lights up his face. Bheem's curls are freshly washed and held up in a thalapaga, and the disheartened set of his shoulders in the cell he was held in holds no similarities to the confident way Bheem's muscled arms are wrapped around Ram. He really is beautiful, Ram thinks. Bheem turns to his side as well, and suddenly everything, other than Bheem's coffee-colored eyes and the lips that are inches from his own, falls apart. There is a strange feeling fluttering inside him, an emotion that Ram has been feeling around Bheem since the first day of their meeting, but did not name for fear that even he didn't know its true depth. Right here, in this moment, Ram thinks, oh.

It's the way Bheem often came into Ram's house without knocking and treated himself to a meal. It's the memory of holding hands underneath a burning bridge, and feeling lighter than the air itself. It's the feeling that stopped him from killing Bheem with the cement block during their fight, of the knowledge that Bheem's death would simply lead to his own. It's what he thought he had with Sita, before the tidal wave that was Bheem came into his life. It was lo-

A villager pushes past them, causing Bheem to stumble into Ram, and just like that, the soft moment is broken and Ram feels a dawning horror over his newfound revelation.

tagging some people: @lil-stark @how-is-it-in-london @contemporarykafka @eremin0109 @sinistergooseberries @gauri-vishalakshi @maraudersfansassemble @manwalaage @itsfookingloosah @thewinchestergirl1208 @theycallmeshri @aurora2238 @darlingletshurttonight

#ram is very much in denial but also very much in love the poor man is very confused #rrr #rambheem fic

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the-doctor-3000 · 2 years

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The Lost Queen {Alice In Wonderland x Reader}

Chapter one: White Rabbit

A bright light fell on the young princess. She batted her eyelashes unstoppably. She put a hand on her hurt forehead, having her flinch from pain. The teenager looked around her, not recognizing her current location nor how she ended up there. She stood up and started walking down the woods only to hear some feminine voices. Out of pure curiosity, she followed them, only to she three women. One was way older, the other was younger and the last one looked around her age. The last girl noticed her and went up to her.

"Hello, are you lost?"she asked

"I--I don't know. I think so?"

"Alice!"asked the eldest woman "Who is your friend?"

"I don't know."the girl named Alice said

The young princess spotted around the area and then she felt her hand touching a necklace in a shape of a heart. The necklace was a locker and when she opened it, she saw a name written in calligraphy.

"Y/n..."she whispered and the two females looked at her "That's my name..."

"What a pretty name."smiled the woman "Do you know where are you from, y/n?"

"N-no... I don't remember..."

"Can she stay with us, mother?"asked Alice

"Yes."

And so it all started, Helen Kingsleigh took y/n in and a few months later she adopted her even though she was seventeen. Margaret and Alice were more than happy to have a new addition to their little family and they all treated her as if she was their blood relative. Y/n started calling Helen mother after a while and for some reason, she felt more happy than she ever was.

*4 years later*

The years passed by slowly but happily. Y/n did not remember anything of her past and she couldn't care less, because she felt like this was what she seeked ever since she was a child. A loving family. No sibling fights nor duties. One day, she and her new family were going to a garden party. Alice wore a simple yet beautiful light blue dress and y/n wore the necklace she had when she met Helen, Alice and Margaret and a light green gown and both of hers and Alice's hair were in curls. Once they got in the carriage y/n started gazing out of the window with a small smile.

~Flashback~

"Hello y/n!"he said cheerfully

"Hello, Tarrant."she said with a big smile and then Tarrant took her hand and started dragging her to the others

"You are late."said Mally as she jumped on y/n's shoulder

"Sorry guys, I wanted to visit Absolem first."

"Hey, y/n, wanna see a trick I learned?"asked Chessur, y/n nodded her head mutiple times with a grin in her face "Now you see me and now poof!"and with that, he became invisible, only his tail was visible

Tarrant and y/n tried to suppress their laughters but when Bayard bit Chessur's tail they bursted into pure laughter while Chessur reappeared and grabbed his tail back with a scoff.

"Princess, princess! Look at the snowman. Doesn't he look like him?"said Tweedledee and Tweedledum as they pointed at each other

"No he looks like you."said Tweedledum

"More like you."replied Tweedledee

"Actually, the snowman looks like my father's portrait when he was a child."joked y/n,the twins looked at it carefully and agreed as they chuckled a little

"Oh hush you two, you are mocking our friend's father. The king."said the white rabbit, Nivens McTwisp, he looked at y/n "I'm terribly sorry about their behavious, your highness."

"Nivens, I'm not offended but please... We are friends. Do not call me "Your highness". My name is y/n."

"I'm sorry, y/n."said Nivens as he looked down and y/n hugged him tightly

~End of Flashback~

"Are you alright, n/n?"asked Alice in concern for her sister as y/n blinked rapidly at what she saw but quickly turned to Alice with a smile

"Yes..."said y/n hesitantly "I'm fine... I'm fine."she then looked at her mother, Helen "May I ask why we are in such a hurry?"

"You two will know once we get there."

Both girls let out a heavy sigh as they patiently waited to arrive to Lord Ascot's estate. Once they did, the garden party was in full swing. Everyone had turned out in their summer finery. Guests played croquet on the great lawn. Skiffs drifted lazily on a meandering river. Alice and y/n approached Lord and Lady Ascot with a fixed unnatural smile. Lord Ascot was a stately, aristocratic man. Lady Ascot was red-faced with annoyance.

"At last! We thought you’d never arrive. Alice, Hamish is waiting to dance with you. Go!" said Lady Ascot and then she pushed Alice off and turned on Helen. "You do realize it’s well past four! Now everything will have to be rushed through!"

"I am sorry. We…"

"Never mind!"she looked at y/n with a sweet smile "Pleasure to see you again, dear."

Y/n returned the gesture with difficulty before Lady Ascot rushed off. The young h/c haired girl rolled her in annoyance but smiled a little when Lord Ascot came to apologize for his wife's behaviour.

"Forgive my wife. She’s been planning this affair for the last twenty years."said Lord Ascot

"If only Charles were here…"said Helen saddly

"My condolences, madame. I think of your husband often. He was truly a man of vision. He would have liked you miss y/n."

"Thank you."they said in unison as y/n smiled a little

"I hope you don’t think I have taken advantage of your misfortune."

"Of course not. I’m pleased that you’ve purchased the company."

"I was a fool for not investing in his mad venture when I had the chance."

"Charles thought so too."said Helen with a small smile

As the people were dancing, y/n was humming a melody too familiar and yet so unknown to her. She then spotted Hamish walking away towards his mother and that when she ran to her sister.

"Something's up, right?"asked y/n

"Yes. And we are going to find out what."

"I think it has to do with Lady Ascot's behaviour. She seemed in a hurry and Lord Ascot said that she had been planning an affair for years... Do you think it might be--?"

Before the h/c hair girl could finish her sentense, two giggling girls appeared in front of them. It was the Chattaways.

"We have a secret to tell you."begun Faith

"If you’re telling me, then it’s not much of a secret."said Alice

"Perhaps we shouldn’t."replied Fiona

"We decided we should!"said Faith

"If we tell her, she won’t be surprised."

"Will you be surprised?"

"Not if you tell me."said Alice and she and y/n looked at each other with knowing looks

"But now you’ve brought it up, you have to."said y/n with a side smirk

"No we don’t."said Faith

"In fact, we won’t."

"I wonder if your mother knows that you two swim naked in the Havershim’s pond."replied Alice

"You wouldn’t!"said Faith anxiously

"Oh, but we would. There’s your mother now."said y/n as she and Alice pointed towards the two girls' mother

"Hamish is going to ask for Alice's hand!"blurted Fiona

"You’ve ruined the surprise!"scolded Margaret as she took the two of them away from the twins "I could strangle them! Everyone went to so much effort to keep the secret."

"Does everyone know?"asked Alice

"It’s why they’ve all come. This is your engagement party. Hamish will ask you under the gazebo. When you say “yes”…--"

"But I don’t know if I want to marry him."

"Who then? You won’t do better than a Lord."

Alice and y/n looked at Hamish who blew his nose, studied the content of his kerchief, then folded it and put it in his pocket making y/n wince in disgust.

"You’ll soon be twenty, Alice. Same goes to you, y/n. You are twenty-one. That pretty faces won’t last forever. You two don’t want to end up like Aunt Imogene."said Margaret and they looked at their middle-aged aunt Imogene with over-rouged cheeks and a yellowing white dress that was too young for her. "And you don’t want to be a burden on mother, do you?

"No."they said together

"So you will marry Hamish. You will be as happy as I am with Lowell and your life will be perfect. It’s already decided."said Margaret and then Lady Ascot appeared suddenly

"Alice dear, shall we take a leisurely stroll through the garden? Just you and me?"said Lady Ascot and she jerked Alice away quickly.

Y/n looked at Margaret with a questioning look as she whispered;

"And of all the lords, Alice will have to marry Hamish?"asked y/n

"Oh hush you..."chuckled Margaret "Lowell has a cousin, very rich and handsome, and he told me that he would be the perfect match for you. Mother told me that he would come. He must be around here, somewhere."

"I don't even remember my past. How am I going to marry a man that I barely know?"

"I've already met him. You will definetelly like him. He is so irresistible. All women are falling for him."

"Maggie, aren't you getting married?"joked y/n snickering in the process, making Margaret glare at her playfully

"Just because I'm soon to be wedded doesn't mean that I cannot say my opinion."said Margaret "Anyway, once you meet him you'll instantly fall in love with him."

"What if I don't? A man who is rich and a flirt, it's not something I'm looking into."

"Oh, nonsense. Just wait till you meet him."

"I'll go find Alice..."said y/n and made her way to find Alice and when she found her, she and her saw Lowell kissing another woman in the garden

The woman ran off and Lowell came to them

"Lowell?"they said

"Alice. Y/n. We were… Hattie is an old friend."

"We can see you’re very close."said Alice angrily

"You won’t mention this to your sister, will you?"

"I don’t know. I’m confused. I need time to think."

"Yeah me too... I think she might want to know what her soon-to-be husband does."

"Think of Margaret. She would never trust me again. You don’t want to ruin her marriage, do you?"he went to grab their faces but they backed away

"Us? We're not the ones who sneaking around behind her back."exclaimed y/n

They turned to leave and they bumped into Hamish who looked very annoyed. He took Alice and pulled her under the gazebo. The shadows of the pillars fell on her like prison bars. Hamish went down to his knee. Alice noticed an artist immortalizing the moment and y/n by their mother.

"Alice Kingsleigh…"begun Hamish

"Hamish."

"What is it?"

"You have a caterpillar on your shoulder."he looked at his shoulder in disgust and he frantically brushed at his shoulder. "Don’t hurt it."

Alice let the caterpillar crawl onto her finger, then placed it gently onto a tree branch.

"You’ll want to wash that finger."said Hamish making y/n and Alice roll their eyes "Alice Kingsleigh, will you be my wife?'

The question hung in the air. Unsure of herself, unsure of her future, unsure of her own sanity in that moment, Alice stammered;

"I… I… well, everyone expects me to… and you’re a Lord… and my face won’t last… and I don’t want to end up like… but this is happening so quickly… I think… I… I…"she and y/n saw a white rabbit leaning against a pillar, glaring at Alice with undisguised impatience. The rabbit was wearing a blue waistcoat and had a pocket watch. Y/n blinked her eyes rapidly at the rabbit. Not because she found it odd, although it was, but for the familiarity. " …need a moment." and she turned and ran off to follow the rabbit. Y/n followed her.

They followed the White Rabbit across a meadow. Alice was glad that y/n followed her, meaning that she wasn't the only one who could see it.

"Wait!"they yelled

They lost sight of it. They looked around until they saw a rabbit hole. Both girls glanced at each other before investigating it.

"Hello?"said Alice, her voice echoing in the ''small'' hole

"Are you there?"asked y/n

The girls, impatiently, looked deeper into it until their hands slipped from the ground and both fell down the rabbit hole. Thay started screaming as they fell down the hole. They tried to hold themeselves from something but it was useless. This kept on for what seemed like hours until the bursted out of the floor. The girls, once they hit the ground, stood up and sw their hair going up. They realised that they were in the ceiling once they hit the actual ground. Once they got up, they looked around them and saw many doors. Without second thoughts, they started trying every door but it was useless. None of them opened. Alice and y/n saw a three-legged glass table with a small key sitting on top. Alice picked up the key and tried it in a door only to find out that it was too small for the lock. Y/n took it and tried it in a few doors but it was too small. She came upon a curtain and pulled it aside to reveal a little door about two feet high. The two girls tried the key in the door and it was the right one. They opened the little door and Alice bent down to look through to the other side. She tried to fit through the door, but her shoulders gor stuck, soshe quickly pulled back. They went back to the table and let the key. But now there was a bottle on the table. They looked at a label. “DRINK ME”. Alice sniffed the contents, recoiled and then shrugged

'It’s only a dream."she said and both girls took turns and drunk it

They started gagging and coughing until they saw that they shrunk. When they saw the little door they went back at it and tried to open it but it was locked. Then they saw the key on the table and tried to take it.

"You’d think she would remember this from the first time."

"You’ve brought the wrong Alice. Look! She even brought somebody else with her! Who is she anyway?"

"She’s the right one. I’m certain of it. As for the other girl, I'm not sure, but she seems familiar."

Y/n stopped and looked towards the door suspiciously, her eyes narrowed

"Who's there!?"she demanded "I know that you are there I heard you!"

"What happened y/n?"asked Alice while some gasps were heard making y/n look once again towards the source of the sounds

"I think that I hear someone."

They noticed a little box under the table, they opened the box and saw that it was a cake with “EAT ME” written out in ornate icing. They considered, looked up at the key high above on the table and then took a tiny taste of the cake then another takes another and they shot upwards rapidly. Their clothes fit again, but they kee growing. Once it stopped they took the key and drunk from the bottle and they shrunk again. They looked at the door and ran towards it, opened the door and walked outside. Alice looked around her in curiosity while y/n in a somewhat recognition and amazement.

"Wow."exclaimed y/n in awe, a grin making its way to her lips having as a result some fireflies in the shape of a horse toy and dragon to circle around her playfully, making her giggle happily.

#mad hatter #alice in wonderland #alice through the looking glass #alice kingsleigh #princess!reader #sorceress!reader #Wonderland #the lost queen #the lost queen fanfic #tweedle dum #tweedle dee #female reader #Alice in wonderland x reader

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thecandywrites · 2 years

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Monster March Day 21- Ghost My Samantha Part 2

Have I ever written ghost stories before? No. Am I probably doing it wrong? Yes. But this is a self indulgent fantasy fic and no one can stop me, mwahaha.

Many thanks to @catbatart for sharing Monster March with me. Enjoy.

My Samantha

Part 2

The next day, you started getting packages, but while they didn’t have your name on them, they simply said “Resident” and your address and once you took the packages inside, you opened them up to reveal boxes of makeup, more perfume, clothes that were just your size. And fit you perfectly and made you look and feel beautiful. Like someone had been shopping for you and your family. And there were gift receipts in the packages. But what made the hair on your arms and the back of your neck stand up- was to see who the gift was from- C.J.M. Almost as if it was Captain Jackson Maywhether’s behalf. But Mallie did say that this “house” had gifts for you. Although you weren’t sure if it was the house itself or perhaps Captain Jackson Maywhether himself who still seemed to live here, in his family’s home.

“Daddy sent us gifts!” Lizzy jabbered excitedly as she got her new dresses and shoes out of the boxes since each set of boxes seemed to be custom made for you, for her and another set for Eddie. There was even a really big one that had a play house in it, a literal, child sized victorian play house to play in that you built on the porch, thanks to the instructions and the help of some powertools that had been in a closet. There were even tablets and a brand new phone for you, complete with a few choices of phone cases and charging bricks too.

“I don’t think Dad knows where we are.” You gently countered.

“I know that Dad doesn’t know where we are. Daddy is keeping us safe from him. Daddy told me that he was sending us “welcome home gifts”.” Lizzy told you.

“When? When did he tell you that?” You asked.

“Last night, when I go to sleep I dream about Daddy, only he calls me Little Lillybet, and I sound like Pappa Pig in my dreams and he wears a uniform and he drives you to the farmhouse where all the dogs and puppies are. Where we stay with Grandma and Papa while you’re a maid in a really big fancy hotel. He loves you very much even though you’re still married to Dad, but he’s waiting for Dad to not be in our lives any more so he can be our Daddy all the time instead of just some of the time.” She said.

“Is that Daddy?” You asked as you pointed to the picture of the General in the living room.

“That’s Daddy when he’s older. When I dream about him, he’s much younger. Only he’s not a general when I dream about him, he’s a Captain. And he has two dogs, Captain and Pilot, Captain because that’s what he wanted to be, and Pilot because he also wanted to be a pilot and fly but his parents wouldn’t’ let him cause it was too dangerous.” Lizzy answered.

If your heart wasn’t melting in your chest, you might have been freaked out that your daughter and yourself were sharing dreams. But instead you got the distinct impression that none of you were in danger. But you just weren’t quite used to being treated so well.

“Thank you Daddy,” Lizzy said to the picture in what was clearly a slightly English accent.

“Tank you Daddy.” Eddie said the same as he eagerly got his toys out of his box, ignoring the new clothes in favor of the toys. As even he got a play house, only it was a sailboat sandbox. All it needed was sand and even more boat toys.

“Thank you Jack.” You said to the picture appreciatively as you could almost feel him sitting next to you, almost hearing his voice saying ‘you’re welcome’. Because in your dreams, that’s what you knew him by.

And the gifts just kept on coming, more clothes, more shoes, coats, toys, even jewelry. Even a kid’s tiara and a princess dress for Lizzy to dress up in and play Princess. All the clothes being the perfect sizes for the kids and just what you needed to adjust to the weather changing. And it was more than just what you needed, but what you wanted too. Each and every single one, coming with a note from C.J.M. You even got gift cards! So that you could go out to eat at the restaurants nearby.

The next day that you had off, you took your children to the shelter to find two shepherd mixes in a kennel that were the spitting image of the dogs from the dreams. Who coincidentally also had the names Captain and Pilot. They were drawn to you and your family, as you were drawn to them and you just knew you were not leaving this shelter without them. They instantly fell in love with you and your children and you with them. As you readily adopted them and ignored the nervous nature of the woman who helped you adopt them, once she learned your address.

You had also gone to the bank where you bought the house from. And by now you were used to people getting used to be nervous when they learned your address. But the local bank had savings accounts that acrewed interest and happily set you up with a checking account and a savings accounts and even saving accounts for you kids, that acrewed extra interest which you happily got for yourself and your family.

And now that you had a “proper” checking account, the motel could pay you direct deposit. And the bank had an app for your phone that you could pay your bills online and move money as you needed to with ease. Plus you still had plenty of money left over from the first “gift” to make a pretty hefty deposit and have enough that you could have your mortgage automatically paid every month for the next 9 months and you wouldn’t have to deposit another dollar.

But you were determined that not only were you going to pay off this mortgage early, but you were going to do the one thing no other previous person had managed to do, own the house outright. Even though the bank offered you a second mortgage or even a line of credit against the house. You knew better than to take them up on it. One because you didn’t want anything to go wrong before you could own the house outright. And two, that was what all the others had done and failed. And you weren’t going to make that same mistake.

And when you got your first electric bill, it was actually half of what you had expected it to be. And now that you knew what your monthly expenses could be, you could afford to pay for them all and even save a little here and there as your next big goal was to pay for the divorce lawyer. And now that your money situation was secure, the dogs were in the home, everything seemed to be pretty perfect.

Before you knew it, you had saved up enough money for the divorce you went to Mayers Lawfirm and Trust only a couple of months later after fully settling in.

“Can I help you?” The receptionist asked when you came into the office for your appointment 20 minutes early.

“Yes, hi, I’m Samantha Farrows, I called earlier and asked about getting a divorce?” You asked before the Lawyer, Bill Mayers practically bolted out of his office and into the foyer.

“Samantha Farrows! Yes, thank you so much for coming in. I’m William Mayers, or you can just call me Bill. Come into my office and we can get you squared away.” He assured you as you went with him into his office as he helped you file the divorce proceedings and for full custody of your children and helped you get your name changed from your married name to your maiden name.

Which when he heard it was Samantha Harris, he had the oddest laugh. Like it was a joke, but not quite. And while you had gotten used to people being shocked or nervous when they learned where you lived, he didn’t. If anything he seemed quite relieved and pleased you bought the house and it’s furnishings so that the law firm didn’t have to keep them in storage any more. Which was an expense they didn’t want to keep paying for because of the antique nature of the furniture, they had to take special care of it to keep it in good condition. And he was absolutely delighted you were happy with the house and its furnishings and that if you needed anything else, to just let him know.

And that seemed to be the end of that for another month more.

Until you got word back that your husband was suing you for joint custody of your kids and suing you for “kidnapping” your own children from him. He was taking you to court. Which is the last thing you wanted, because you had barely saved enough to just do this, you didn’t know how you could pay for Bill to be your divorce lawyer in court. But Bill assured you that he was going to do everything he could to protect you and your children from your ex-husband and even if he had to do this for free, he was going to represent you in court. Which you found incredibly comforting.

But when you got home, and put your kids to bed, you took out the lawsuit your husband had placed against you and paced in your room as you felt like you were venting to the portrait on the wall, telling him about everything as you had gotten in a peculiar habit of talking him right before you went to bed and right as you woke up and wished you could kiss the painting because the Captain Jackson Maywhether in your dreams was just wonderful and you felt like you were falling in love with him. Even though it was just a dream, but while you were in them, they felt so real.

Everything was so real in your dreams.

You had been having the same dreams ever since you moved into your house, it wasn’t necessarily the same dream over and over- but it was as if it was a mini drama, and each dream was an episode to show the beautiful maid- played by you of course- who had the same exact name as you- cleaned the rooms and cared for Captain Jack Maywhether and his dogs and his men. All of his subordinates looking to you as a sister since you were already married as all of them befriended you and were grateful that they had you to come to when they weren’t working becaues while their sweethearts were back home and safe in America, it was really nice to have you take care of them like you really were thier sister or perhaps just a bit motherly too. But your relationship with Jack was altogether different. Because while it was friendly, it felt far from platonic.

The reason for them staying in a hotel, instead of a barracks. Was because they were working in Intelligence. And working with the Intelligence Office for The Majesty’s Army in a rather innocuous building nearby. And the U.S. Army subsidized their stay in the hotel because Intelligence was part of Logistics, knowing where and when to deploy troops. And because of their very important work, they made quite a bit of money. And because they did, they could afford to tip you well. So that you once again, made more in their tips than in your wages. You gave all of your tips and most of your wages to your parents to help them care for themselves and your children, and their farm. That had been in your family for generations. Because you didn’t need to use them on yourself, since during the week, you stayed in the maid’s quarters at the hotel which was part of the wages for being a maid there- was food and board and your uniform. But while the food part of your wages was rather skimpy. Jackson and his men often ordered room service and purposefully left you extra food so that you were very well fed yourself.

When Captain Jackson Maywhether, or simply “Jack” as you could call him in private. When he wasn’t in the office, he was with you. Helping you use a park to train his dogs and other dogs he had “recruited” from your family’s farm. The first time he went there, he bought every dog capable of the work. All of his men took to helping you and Jackson train all the dogs together as a group. The dogs picked up the commands and the work really quickly with your positive reinforcement style of training. Which Jack and the others were very fond of and used themselves.

And when you got to train the dogs, all of them were actually really happy to see the real you when you were training them. You weren’t forced to be this timid, demure, meant to blend in the walls maid. You were Sammy, dog trainer extraordinaire as you even got an official “recruitment” to serve as the dog trainer for the Captain and his group. And they treated you as their equal at all times, with great respect and dignity and candor, which you greatly appreciated. And the one lump sum from both Jack and the army, was enough for your parents to pay off their mortgage on their farm and set them up very nicely as you made sure that your mother had enough fabrics to make clothes for Lillybet and Eddie since they could eat well and grow well.

As soon as the dogs could be trained, they were deployed in the field and almost immediately got good results and were worth the investment as the dogs even got their own rations to work in the field, endearing themselves to their new caretakers that also had to be trained on the commands as you made sure the dogs themselves went to good soldiers who would feed and take care of the dogs very well and with great care and never abuse them.

However, Jackson’s own dogs, Pilot and Captain, never left his side or yours when you weren’t cleaning the rooms. Because you only had to do Jack’s rooms and his men’s rooms, your days were technically much shorter. and you could devote more of your time to Jack and his men. And especially the dogs since you could have breakfast with Jack, as you knew by now, exactly what he wanted and liked for breakfast in the morning. As your first order of business was usually to get his breakfast and the breakfasts of the other soldiers ready in the morning, stopping off at each room to hand each one his breakfast before your last stop was to Jack who always invited you in to share it with him since he “ordered” enough for almost three people.

But the U.S. Army also subisized his meals and his men’s meals so he could afford to spoil you with a large, propper and fortifying breakfast. And honestly seeing him in his shirt, without the uniform jacket and seeing his gorgeously sculpted arms and hints of abs through the shirt was always way more delicious than the food was. And once both of you had eaten your fill and the dogs got to eat the scraps for their own breakfast, then you helped him get him ready for the office. Which was another very wonderful perk that came with this job as you made sure he looked very dashing and well put together in his Captain uniform.

You made sure his uniforms and the uniforms of his men didn’t have a single spot or stain or wrinkle on any of them as you talked about what you would have for lunch that day while you helped him get ready. Since part of your “service” to them was to deliver their lunches to them at their office that they worked out of. And that lunch could come from either one of the many pubs around, or from a cafe or the hotel.

Once you were done and he and his men gathered in the hallway as you gathered their mail to send out as they all discussed what to have for lunch and where to get it from as a group, before you got their orders and their payments for the meals and would meet them for lunch. Often their “tips” to you for doing this for them- was more than enough to pay for your own lunch as you kept a little notebook with you to write down what they would get each day for lunch so you could keep track of it all as you simply put their initials in the notebook to differentiate them. And Jack’s initials- always at the top of of your lists were always C.J.M.

And then once you had gotten their uniforms down to the laundress and their linens changed and the rooms picked up just a bit because these men were far from slovenly. In fact they were actually model guests at the hotel and kept their rooms fairly tidy. So that the most you really had to do was do a bit of sweeping or dusting.

Once you were finished with their rooms and the laundress. You could then take your bicycle to the post office to drop off thier outgoing mail. Then you always went to Jack’s office to pick up the dogs and take them for walks and bathroom breaks in the park on your bike which they really appreciated the chance to exercize and the fresh air. Then you took them to the market every day and depending on which butcher butchered the freshest meat- that’s what you bought to feed them. Along with bones for them to chew on before you brought the dogs and their food back to the hotel with you. Jack had rented out a special place in the hotel’s ice room to keep the meat specially meant for Pilot and Captain’s meals. And especially when you were feeding and training the other dogs. Many of the on the waitstaff were actually jealous that the dogs often ate better than they did. But the money to rent the space and to pay you to prepare the food for the dogs was nothing to shake a stick at. And Bess and the other managers on staff commended you for being so devoted to the care of “the yankees” and the dogs as no one gave you any grief about it. And you only ever answered to Bess who only heard the highest of praise from Jack and his men about the level of care they recieved while staying there. Which actually earned you a raise.

Mostly because the money that the U.S. Government paid the hotel for them to stay there and their food and the dog’s food was practically keeping the hotel in the black. You even made Captain and Pilot dog beds, made out of saddle blankets for horses so that they could have somewhere to sleep both in the room and in the office with Jack. Then once you had dropped off the food in the hotlel’s fridge, then you went and picked up Jack’s lunch as well as your own along with the others, before you dropped their lunches off at their desks for them to eat there in the office.

But Jack, being a Captain, could take a break and eat his lunch outside when the weather was fair. And the two of you usually ate lunch together outside his office on a bench. The two dogs happily sat obediently at your feet as the two of you talked about anything and everything except what Jack was working on which was of course private and secret, which you respected and never once tried to pry, because you didn’t want to jeopardize anything, especially in a public setting where anyone could overhear your conversations. Jack made sure that everyone in the Intelligence office didn’t have to worry about you ever saying anything that you may or may not have overheard when you were dropping off the lunches because you had the U.S. Intelligence office vouch for you and the His Majesties Army Intelligence do the same. As they too hired you to get them lunch and bring it to them, since you had a bicycle and special baskets to load up all the food onto and Pilot and Captain loved to run alongside your bike and get some good exercise in.

And after lunch, Jack took the dogs back into the office, each of them with a bone to chew on while he worked the rest of the afternoon away. You got back to the hotel in just enough time to get their uniforms and other clothes back from the laundress to return them to the rooms. Along with their mail that they had gotten in at the hotel as you put any letters or telegrams for them on the usual places they liked to take them.

Once you were done with that, you went down to the kitchens to make Captain and Pilot’s dinner from the food you had gotten in the market. And usually just as you were done, and brought the two large bowls of food up to Jack’s room. He and his men were coming back from the office. Jack usually always ordered room service for both of you so that you could go down and get it yourself and bring it back up and eat it with him. While his men usually went to the hotel’s restaurant for dinner while they poured over their mail. Almost all of them also married and anxious to get letters from home and write back right there at the table as they ate. But Jack, often just simply looked over his mail to see what was from who as he separated the mail from his family from the correspondence he got from others in the army. But he liked to simply sit down at the small dinner table and eat dinner with you, and just pick up where you had left off at lunch as the two of you grew very, very close since you were eating all of your meals with him and after dinner, you would regretfully have to say good night to Jack and the dogs before going to bed in the maid’s rooms since you had a bunk and a trunk of your other belongings there and just as you were falling asleep in the dreamworld, you were waking up in yours. And while the two realities were very different and distinct, the more it went on, the more they seemed to blend together as Lizzy soon wanted to be called Lillybet instead of Lizzy.

Jack even got to meet your kids when he first came to your family’s farm to recruit the dogs. And his dogs loved and adored your kids as much as they adored the dogs and the Captain. Every Sunday, your one day off in the week- he would drive you to your family’s farm for the day. He did this so you didn’t have to use the bicycle you had gotten to bike to and from your family’s house in the country- to the hotel and back. And with all the time saved from him driving. his dogs in the back of the jeep with their heads sticking out of the windows, enjoying the view. You could spend the whole day with your kids, instead of just a couple of hours. And while you spent time with your kids, he did his best to help your father out with other things on the farm since all your brothers were also out serving in the war. Jack did that so he felt useful and your parents were very warm and welcoming and you often got to go to church with them in the morning and have lunch after and even an early dinner there. But while your parents appreciated the business and his help and his efforts, they could see his attraction to you. And they warned you not to get too close to him. Because you were a married woman with a family after all, even though they could barely stand your husband. But propriety still needed to be observed.

But it was so hard to listen and heed the warning. Because the more time you spent with Jack, the more fond of each other you became. So that even in a short few months- it didn’t feel like he was the guest and you were the maid. But that his men were your brothers. And while he wasn’t quite a brother towards you, he was a friend, your best one you had ever made. He was your confidant, your guardian, your protector and provider and so much more. And while his words and actions showed he was a perfect gentleman, sometimes the looks of longing in his eyes were mirrored by yours. But every time it became a temptation, you somehow got a letter from your husband and that seemed to pull you back from the brink of temptation again.

And what really made it difficult is when he told his parents about you. Simply saying you were a dog trainer with the Army. But when his parents contacted his other officers and they informed them that you were that, but you were also the maid at the hotel and the fact that you had children and, to their knowledge still had a husband who had not died in the war. Yet. So they didn’t approve of his relationship with you at all. And they threatened him that if you divorced your husband to marry him- and he married you, he was not welcome home. And he would be disinherited. And that if he ever had an affair with you, they would expose him themselves to get him kicked out of the Army altogether because they would not hide the shameful sin of adultry.

Which you expected Jack to also be pulled back from the brink of temptation with such grave threats. But Jack didn’t care about it at all. He felt how he felt and he was determined to go slow and steady if it meant he could win the race of your hand and your heart. Because all the letters you got back from your husband were just, awful.

When your husband’s letters weren’t demanding that you send any extra money to him. Because he needed it more than you did. Otherwise the letters were about how much he was looking forward to practically fucking your brains out. Or how he was enjoying killing the enemy and enjoying torturing prisoners of war. And you were scared to read them half the time, because each one was more graphic than the last. And you simply wrote back and very gently told him no, that you were not going to be sending him any money using the excuse that you were putting any and all wages and tips into carrying for your children. Who were always going to be the first priority. And couldn’t afford to send him anything since he couldn’t afford to send you or your children anything either. Jack was always especially infuriated and sick every time your husband wrote to you and since you had no secrets from Jack, you let him read the letters himself. But he couldn’t do much of anything about it. Other than offer you and promise you that when they won this war, he was taking you and your children home with him, far away from Charle’s clutches.

But when you went to bed that night that you got the paperwork that Casey was suing you for joint custody and suing you for kidnapping your own children- you woke up in the dream to find your ex- playing your husband Charlie in this dream had come back for a short visit home. To give the troops a break from being on the front lines. And while he was wearing an English Army uniform, you knew Casey when you saw him. And he was the exact same person both in the dream and in the waking world as you could see the evil, manipulative bastard he was, in both the dream and in reality.

He “surprised” you at the hotel since his army had gotten a break to come home for a few days. He strode into the hotel, told them who he was and who you were and that he was here to ‘surprise his wife with his visit here’ and the hotel begrudgingly got him a room for his stay here at a deep discount because you were a maid here and he was serving in the army. But even the people who worked here knew exactly what kind of bastard he was and they hated the sight of him.

You were just finishing up Jack’s room, putting his freshly pressed suit and other sets of uniforms into his closet after preparing the food for the dogs that was waiting for them in their bowls as your dinner with Jack was already on Jack’s table, but thankfully still on the trays and in the warming dishes and you hadn’t gotten a chance to set the table yet. Before your husband came into the room.

“Sammy!” He greeted loudly as you gasped and your blood ran cold as you turned to see him and thankfully you were too shocked to have any other facial expression. Charlie just came up to you and forced a kiss on you. You knew that kiss. That was the ‘we’re having sex right now, and be a good little girl and make it easy for me’ kind of kiss. It was strong, forceful and almost painful because of how greedy it was. It was the kiss that had preluded to you conceiving Lillybet and Eddie. And right now was the worst time to get pregnant. And while Jack and yourself had fooled around a bit, you had never actually had real sex with him yet. And while you kissed Charlie, you tried to remember if Jack had left any marks on your body that Charles was going find. Because Charles could beat you to death in the his hotel room and wouldn’t even get a reprimand if he found “evidence” of your unfaithfulness. A quick rememberance told you that Jack had not left any marks on you, which was a big relief.

“We can’t do this here and now, I’m working! I’m in a guest’s room! I’ll be done working soon. Please Charlie, just go to a pub and wait for me there. I’ll come to you as soon as I’m done.” You tried to tell him as you tried to get both of you out of the room since Jackson should be getting back any time now and the last thing you wanted was for them to meet like this.

“Why wait? Our room is right across the hall.” He cooed before he took your hand and grasped it hard and practically dragged you out of the room and into the hallway and towards his room just as Jackson and his dogs came down the hall before his dogs growled ferociously and bolted for you the moment they caught sight of you.

“Charles, please stop, you’re hurting me!” You whimpered but he just yanked on you harder.

“Samantha!” Jackson called when he saw you being dragged out from his room by another man and the look on your face clearly showed that you did not want to go with this man. Jackson ran to your rescue as the dogs nearly attacked Charles. You wrenched your hand out of Charles’ grip to grab the collars of Pilot and Captain in the nick of time before thier wide, sharp toothed mouths could find purchase on Charles, to keep them from actually ripping Charles to shreds. Even though that’s what you wanted them to do more than anything. But you had to keep the dogs safe as you forced them down by kneeling in the hallway. Wrapping your shaking arms around them to keep them by your sides and to not leave you as you did your best not to cry. Jackson’s call of your name had his men hurrying up to run after their commanding officer as they came rushing down the hallway too as they could see around Jack that you looked scared and panicked and then when you grabbed the dogs and kneeled on the floor to keep the dogs away from this man as you did everything you could to calm the dogs while also calming yourself down too in the process.

“What the hell are you doing with Mrs. Farrows?” Jackson demanded as he and his men soon surrounded Chalres on all sides, all of them glaring at him.

“I’m Mr. Charles Farrows! That’s my wife! And it’s none of your damn Yankee business what I do with her!” Charles yelled back as you looked worriedly from the two as it was clear that they were going to probably start brawling right ther in the hallway.

“Charles, this is Captain Jack Maywhether from the United States Army. I have been tasked to take care of him and his men while they stay at the hotel.” You informed Charles, trying to sound calm and reasonable to him as Jack and Charles simply glared dangerously at eachother.

“Well I don’t care if he’s a Brigadier General! You’re my wife! I own you, not him!” He growled at you, upset that his plans for you got interrupted as you couldn’t help but .

“And I thought Englishmen were supposed to be gentlemen and have better manners than us Yankee’s? No gentleman talks to his wife like that. No matter who or what he is. And she is still working. Her shift doesn’t end for another few hours. She could lose her place here and your children could lose their only source of income since you don’t seem to send back any of your own wages to care for your family which is why she’s working here in the first place. And since you are clearly just a cadet- I outrank you Soldier- no matter the country of service. I know you are Cadet Charles Furrows, serving under…” Jackson then began to list off who Charles’ served under, naming his second lieutenant, lieutenant, captain, major and colonel was. Charles was for once- taken aback because Jackson obviously knew a great deal about him even though Charles knew next to nothing about Jackson or any of the others because you didn’t tell him about Jack. Because of the sensitive nature of Jack’s work in the U.S. Army.

“...Because I can promise you, your misbehavior, even if it’s towards your wife- will be reported to all of them.” Jackson finished as he walked towards Charles, using his imposing nature to back Charles away from you. While his men both surrounded Charles and knelt next to you to make sure you were ok. As you confirmed that Jack’s accusation about Charles not sending anything back to you or your kids was true. And they were especially angry when it was.

“Now, you will go on to wherever you want to go, but you will leave Mrs. Samantha Farrows to continue to carry out her duties in peace without you interrupting her.” Jackson ordered him.

“Please Charles, I’ll be done in just a few hours, I’ll meet you at Harry’s Pub when I’m done.” You pleaded with him as you stood up and still kept your fingers hooked onto the collars of the dogs who had not stopped growling at Charles and had their hackles up.

“You better not be late Sammy.” He seethed at you before he went into his room and dumped his things on the floor.

“This is where we will be staying for the next few days.” He urged you as you nodded in understanding before he left and the moment he was around the corner and out of sight. Jackson urged his men to get changed and go to the pub to get dinner there to keep an eye on Chalres. Which they all immediately agreed to do before they left. Jack staying with you in the hallway as all of them put their better suits on to show their ranks to show how much higher they all ranked over Chalres. And once they left, Jack ushered you and his dogs into his room and shut and locked the door as you collapsed on the floor and hugged both of the dogs as tightly as you dared and broke down and wept into their fur as they tried to comfort you. Their aggression towards Charles completely disappearing the moment Charles was far enough away that he couldn’t hurt you. Thier demeanor completely chaned from threatening to comforting.

“Thank you so much for coming to my rescue.” You thanked the dogs and Jack.

“Is he always like that?” Jackson asked you worriedly.

“He didn’t used to be. When we were courting, he was perfect. He was sweet and charming. And then in just a few days, maybe weeks, not more than a month after the wedding, it was like he woke up and changed into a completely different person. And this war has only brought out the worst in him, and made the worst parts of him even stronger.” You confessed shakily.

“Then divorce him.” Jackson urged you but you just shook your head.

“I can’t afford to. And if I ever tried, he’d hunt me down and kill me and I have to protect Lillybet and Eddie from him because he’s even worse when he drinks. That’s why he doesn’t send home any wages to me or our children. He sends all of his spare wages to his parents so they can buy him liquor and send it to him in his care packages.” You confessed.

“Then forgive me, but I hope a Central Power’s bullet finds its way into his head.” Jackson confessed as you could see he was visibly upset that you were upset as Jack paced around the room as his imagination tortured him of what he had just interrupted. And how much worse for you it could have gone if he hadn’t been there. Because while you were a very strong woman, Charlie was still bigger and stronger and could force himself on you. And sadly he knew you well enough that you had told him that Charlie had done that before and that was how you got Lillybet and Eddie as you had woken up in the middle of the night to Charlie having his way with your sleeping body.

“Me too.” You murmured.

“Come here Sam.” He urged as he gently got you up to your feet and held you as you hugged him as tight as you could. Feeling like he was your guardian angel for coming to save you from Charles right when you needed him to.

“Thank you for saving me Jack.” You murmured into the crux of his neck and shoulder.

“You’re welcome. So how can I help?” Jack asked.

“If anything happens to me, just make sure Charlie doesn’t hurt the kids. Otherwise, I just hope nothing happens to you either so that heaven forbid anything happens to me, they’ll be ok. You’re the father to them that I wish they had to begin with.” You confessed through your tears. And before you knew it, his lips were pressed to yours and he was kissing you quite hard, but not at all in an uncomfortable fashion and just as desperately as you were kissing him back. As over months of build up finally crescendoed. Jack was walking you back to the bed as he eagerly took off his uniform, the pieces falling on the floor as eagerly stripped out of this blasted maid’s uniform and the two of you couldn’t get undressed fast enough before he yanked down the covers and put you both into bed and covered you back up again only to worship every square inch of your body with the one thing you deserved most of all, love without any pain with it as he tenderly kissed each bruise Charles’ fingertips left on your jaw.

“Please, don’t leave any marks, Charlie is jealous, he could, oh, he could, he can hurt...” You tried to say through the love drunk haze your brain had dived into as Jack suckled from one breast before another since you had nursed both of your children because you had seen too many of your “wealthier” peers fail to thrive on “formula”.

“I won’t, last thing I want is to give you any more trouble than you absolutely have to endure. My Samantha.” Jack cooed to you as he sheathed himself into you to the hilt in you moaned when he finally entered you as Jack fought to not mark every inch of you. Because while your body technically belonged to Charles, you heart and mind soul stopped being your husband’s for a very long time ago. And had transferred to Jack, those were the parts that mattered the most to him, and those were the parts he felt belonged to him because he had given those pieces of himself to you. And you gave him those pieces of yourself in turn so willingly because you could trust Jack with them. Because while he was your friend, your confidant. He wanted to be your love more than winning this bloody war. Jack used every last minute left of your shift to fuck you into oblivion as you used that freshly made bed to good use but while he couldn’t leave marks on you, you sure could leave marks on him as he loved each and every one and wished he didn’t have to cover them up with his uniform.

“Divorce him and marry me instead. Don’t worry about anything, I’ll pay for everything, and take care of everything. You know I have a home to bring you and your children too. Or if I have to buy another or build another with my own two hands, I will.” He pleaded with you.

“Ok,” you breathlessly agreed as you both basked in the afterglow, forgetting how many times you had made love in just a few short hours. But when you looked at the time, you knew your shift was up and you needed to meet Charles. And you needed to clean the glorious sex Jack left in you, out.

“I don’t want to go, but I have to Jack.” You urged him before he helped you get redressed as he got dressed himself, changing into one of his better uniform, showing off his rank and his medals that he had gotten so far. Before you went back to the maid’s quarters and quickly washed your body. Regretfully scooping out your canal of Jack’s seed, no matter how badly you wanted it to take root in you at the moment. But if Charles found a drop of it, he’d know. And then hell really would break loose for you. Before you got cleaned up and dressed up to meet Charlie at the pub. You were so relieved to see Jack and his troop in the bar too, all of them taking up either a wall or a corner as Charlie and his comrades drank themselves into a stupor at the bar.

“There she is! My ball and chain!” Charlie loudly crooned as Jack looked ready to pummel this scumbag into the dirt. But kept his cool only a few feet away in a booth as he drank his pint slowly but keeping a watchful on you. He felt like you were a lamb being led into the slaughter as Charlie grabbed you and held you tightly into his side while he gave Jack a challenging look.

“Is anything happening between you and that damn yankee?” Charlie growled dangerously into your ear as his hold was almost bruising.

“No, I’m just his maid and I’ve been helping train his dogs and the other messenger dogs. That’s all.” You answered firmly, knowing that you could not show any sign of weakness or guilt.

“He better be payin ya for that.” He insisted.

“He does, that’s how our Lillybet and Eddie fare so well. He bought out the shepherds at the farm. And had me train them special for his army. The U.S. Army adopted those dogs. Since your wages somehow keep getting lost in the mail, he paid up front. So that’s how we’ve managed.” You explained.

“Here, here are my damn wages, you might as well be a vampire, trying to bleed me dry.” He spat at you as he took what was left of his money and pushed it into your hands.

“It’s not for me, it’s for our children Charles.” You insisted.

“And how much did that dress cost eh?” He demanded.

“I’ve had this dress since before we courted each other.” You countered.

“Well then use the damn money and get you something decent then.” Charles sneered.

“Or better yet, get me to our room so I can rip it off you so you have to buy a new one anyway.” He tried to purr into your ear as you closed your eyes and winced. Chalres practically molested you right there at the bar. As his fellow officers whooped and hollered while your American friends were ready to beat Charles and his group to a pulp for treating you so disrespectfully, especially in public.

Once Charles had finished his pint and his shot of whiskey, you combined what little bit of tips that you had kept with you and hadn’t hidden away in your trunk. You managed to pull Charles out of the pub and bring him back to the hotel. Ignoring the pitying looks that you got form the other waitstaff to see Charles sway and stumble as he walked, as he was clearly wasted. You knew that you would have to have sex with him to knock him out for the night. Before he got himself or you or anyone else in any trouble. Because you couldn’t bring yourself to look at Jack or any of the others as you felt thoroughly humiliated. But in order to make Charlie happy enough in the moment to keep yourself above his suspicions, you would have to do what you had to do as you brought Charles to the room.

And the moment the door shut, you woke up, gasping and wanting to scream and shuddering and wanting to throw up because the thought of having sex with Casey or Charles or whatever was making you sick. And while the sex with Jack was phenominal. And your panties were thoroughly soaked in your essences, everything else seemed like a nightmare. And it put you on edge.

You suddenly had the feeling that Casey was about to come back into your life and “surprise” you by finding where you had hidden away to. You opened “Jack’s” bedside table to find a small gun as you loaded it and used it to search your house. You looked all through your house, making sure that Casey actually hadn’t come and broken in over night. You checked on the kids first but they were still fast asleep, both of them smiling softly in their dreams as you felt Jack was with them and you, leaving parts of himself there in the rooms with them while the rest of him stayed with you. Before you shut their doors and searched every room of the house, from the top down, your heart racing and attuned to every creak in the house as the dogs obediantly stayed with the kids to keep them save. Captain stayed with Elizabeth and Pilot stayed with Eddie. And only when the whole house was searched and it was evident that it was just you and the kids in the house, did you breathe a sigh of relief before you got the dogs from the kid’s room and had let out your dogs to search for any intruders on the property but they came back. Not even giving a bark to anything as they seemed to search every inch of your property, ready to kill any who didn’t belong there.

And what was more, is that both of your kids did not want to leave home.

“Honey, I’m sorry but we have to go, I have to go to work and I can’t take you with me.” You excused them even though you couldn’t shake the feeling that you shouldn’t leave either.

“It’s not safe.” Lizzy cried.

“Why isn’t it safe?” You asked her.

“It just isn’t, call into work. We can’t leave, we need to stay here, Daddy says we need to stay.” Lizzy said as even you could feel Jack trying to pull you and your children back upstairs.

“But honey, it’s a Friday, that means it’s really important I go into work, today is the day I make the most money in tips and I have bills to pay and more groceries to buy.” You tried to excuse.

“Daddy said if that you just call into work, they’ll understand that you can’t come into work and he’ll give you all the money you want to go shopping later but that a monster is waiting for you at work. And it’s not safe and that if you go to work, the monster will follow you home. We need to stay in the house to be safe from the monster.” Lizzy cried, her English accent particularly strong today.

“Fine.” You caved before you called into work but the line was busy and it went to voicemail. But it cut off before you could leave a voice mail.

“See? They’re so busy they can’t take my call, that means they really need to come in.” You tried to excuse as you brought your kids out to the car, both of them crying and not wanting to look out the window as you couldn’t shake the feeling that you should be listening to them. And you should be listening to your gut about this because your gut was telling you that something was up.

You barely got your kids to the daycare on time since you were looking for Casey’s truck on the streets. You took the most confusing route you could and made sure that you weren’t being followed by anyone before you got them there before you got a call back from the day manager of the motel just as you were dropping the kids off at the daycare.

“Hey Sam, don’t come in to work today.” The Falicia urged you.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because your ex, Casey is here and he’s pissed.” Falicia warned you as your stomach dropped and your eyes went wide in fear. The dream was a warning and Jack was trying to use Lizzy to tell you and you didn’t listen. Now you were going to pay for not listening.

#Monster March #Monster March 2022 #Monster March Day 21 Ghost #My Samantha #My Samantha Part 2

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malewifegradyruewen · 3 years

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An Untitled Original Work Goes To Pride

happy pride!! the auow crew is gay so ofc i had to do something for pride!!

i’m realising now that i’m basically writing fanfic for my own writing but it’s fine somebody’s gotta do it

this takes place the summer before auow actually starts, so no Sammie content (or Logan, Benji, or Ellison)

disclaimer: i've never been to pride so most of this came from google and a vague memory from walking through a Christopher Street Day festival in Germany two summers ago

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trigger warnings: biphobia, swearing, light violence mention, ask to tag

word count: 1018

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They could see the mass of people from blocks away. Thousands of brightly dressed people, with all sorts of signs and accessories to help them stand out in the crowd. Music blared louder than any concert Mally had ever been to.

Gina had swapped her all-black look for black jean shorts and purple converse to go with a t-shirt she’d tie-dyed and cropped. Leo had been slathering on sunscreen, but was growing increasingly more distracted as they drew nearer to the crowd. Andre’s fanny pack was covered in buttons and pins that the group had applied the night before in preparation for the event.

“Woah, Mally, this is insane,” Leo said. “There’s so much going on!”

“I know, right?” she said gleefully. “Come on, we can’t be late to watch the parade!”

She led the group of friends through the crowded streets of the festival, weaving past vendors and corporate booths. The crowds were thick, but she expertly dodged people, making sure to hold onto Andre's hand so the chain wouldn’t be broken. Finally, they arrived at the curb where they would have an unobscured vantage point.

“They’re starting!” she pointed. “Look!”

There it was, in all its glory. The Philadelphia Pride Parade was just beginning, and they’d arrived just in time.

“I can’t believe we’re actually here!” Gina said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “I never thought I’d be able to go!”

“I know, right? My parents are so chill. I never thought they’d go for this idea.”

“Where are they today?”

“Uh, they took my sister to a museum, I think. But come on, let’s watch the parade!”

The four kids watched gleefully as the parade went by, waving at performers and screaming along to the music. They collected beads as they were thrown into the crowds, collecting several dozen and putting them all around Andre’s neck.

Partway through the spectacle, Mally turned to Gina and said, “Hold this.” She thrust the little flag she’d been holding at her friend and pulled her backpack off. She unzipped it, reached inside, and pulled out a bisexual flag. “This is for you, I totally forgot about it this morning.”

“Oh my God, Mally, thank you so much!” Gina exclaimed, hugging her friend. “I love it, thank you!” Her excitement was infectious as she unfolded it and wrapped it around her shoulders as a cape.

Mally whipped out a lesbian flag and followed suit while Gina showed her new accessoriy off to the boys. Leo grabbed a little container of bubbles out of his pocket and started blowing them in Gina’s face while Andre threw some of his beads around her neck.

When the parade ended, their chain linked up once more as they visited different booths and got countless freebies. Rubbery wristbands choked their forearms, while Leo’s shirt became plastered with stickers. Andre suddenly had not one, but four pairs of bright orange sunglasses on his face, all sporting a logo for a company none of them had ever heard of. After a bit of wandering, Gina stopped to buy a snack.

“You spent eight dollars on a pretzel?” Andre asked.

“What?” she defended herself. “I was hungry! Plus, I got a sticker,” she added, peeling off the backing and adding it to the collection that had amassed on Leo’s shirt.

“That’s still a lot,” Andre said skeptically.

“Yeah,” Gina agreed, her mouth full of pretzel. “It’s not even that good.”

“I’ll eat it!” Leo grabbed at it, but she dodged him and left him to stumble to catch his balance.

“Mine,” she said, grabbing Mally’s arm and moving on to the next vendor.

They continued in this fashion for nearly an hour, wandering the market-like plaza that had been erected on the grass. The energy level of their friend group dropped, but the party kept going stronger than ever. They passed all sorts of people, from kids younger than themselves to people who looked old enough to be grandparents. There were too many flags to keep track of, and dozens of outrageous outfits.

As the group made their way through the park, they came to an open, grassy area, where people had spread out blankets and were eating food, watching their kids run around, and just relaxing. The friends sat down on a patch of soil under a tree, soaking up a bit of shade. As excited as they were to be there, they had to admit their energy was dwindling.

Just then, a tall man in jeans and a baseball cap came up and stepped on Gina’s flag, knocking her backwards onto the ground. “Hey!” she yelled. “What the fuck!”

“Bisexual is just attention seeking,” the man said gruffly. “Pick one or the other. Don’t be greedy.”

“What the hell, dude?” Mally cried, standing up. “What’s your problem?”

“Bisexual isn’t real,” he spat. “She’s just a straight who’s trying to feel special.”

“Oh yeah? Think again,” Gina said, untying her flag and standing up. Before anyone knew what was going on, the man was on the ground, spitting curses at her.

Mally knew what was happening next before Gina could tell her. She gave a small nod before Gina grabbed her face and kissed her square on the lips. Andre and Leo’s cheers in the background only boosted her confidence. After a moment, Gina backed up and spat in the man’s face.

“Straight my ass. I’m here, I’m queer, and I strike fear into the hearts of my enemies!” she yelled as the man scrambled to his feet and ran away.

Mally turned to her and gave her a high-five. “Didn’t think we were gonna have to use that trick. Good thing we were prepared.”

“That was awesome,” Leo said. “You pushed him really hard.”

“Yeah, I was not expecting that,” Andre chimed in. “And yeah, good thing you guys were prepared.”

“Team effort,” Gina smiled at Mally.

“Yep,” she laughed back. “Is your flag okay?”

Gina bent down to pick it up. “Just a bit dirty, I think. Your gift isn’t ruined.”

“Awesome,” Mally said. “Now, who wants ice cream? It’s on me!”

#jolie's shitty writing #auow

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simpforsnape · 3 years

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Sincerely Yours.

Severus Snape x OC/Reader

wordcount: 1528

warnings: none, more plot ahead. minor errors, enjoy.

credit to the creator of this gif.

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Chapter 12

There was pressure mounting in the air.

Anah was standing on one end of the table while her sister, May, stood at the other.

"Tired?" The younger witch asked holding a pose with her wand gripped in her hand. Anah scoffed.

"Not at all."

Their spells struck once again causing the things around them to ricochet.

The purple and blue rays collided as the light from it radiated off of the walls. The breeze that was formed was strong, so strong, it had the two women striding in place.

With the flick of May's wrist, she cast a spell that caused her sister to lose balance. Anah fell backward losing her wand in the process.

A loud laugh roared from the younger sister.

"I knew you lost your touch. You're getting lazy on me Anah." She stated as Anah remained on the ground.

The doors of the Duel room swung open. There stood the teachers that were seated at the High table.

Dumbledore dismissed the students off to their dormitories beforehand, including the guest students. This was something none of them needed to see. But, there was one student he allowed to come.

Ivory Aria. She would play a big role in setting this fight between the Vaneraries sisters.

May's attentiveness turned to the people that had entered the room.

"Ah, come to see the show?" Her back was now turned against the 'unconscious' Anah.

"As you see, I'm winning." She stated. Some of the adults were pretty surprised. The greatest witch of all was defeated by her sister? No, that can't be.

"You know she's not unconscious." Ivory spoke catching everyone's attention.

May placed a hand on her hip as she looked down at the girl.

"Oh really? And why would you say that?"

Ivory pointed over to the woman who stood tall with her wand settled in her hand.

Anah smirked.

"Because I'm standing right here."

Maykaylah jerked back to see that Anah was still standing. It caught her by surprise.

"Everte Statum!" This spell caused Maykaylah to go flying back, knocking her off the table.

As usual, Anah won.

She stepped down from the table as she walked past the teachers to stop at the foot of her sister.

May groaned from the pain it caused in her back, she wasn't all that young.

She looked up to see her older sister hovering over her.

"Yeah, yeah you won." She scoffed rolling her eyes as she turned her head away from her.

Anah extended her hand down to her as a long sigh escaped from her.

"Shut up and take my hand May."

The black-headed witch eyed her as she took her hand standing up in the process.

"I hate you," May said.

Anah pulled the sister into a tight embrace, with a smile plastered on her face.

"I hate you more, and never greet me like that again." She mumbled against her ear as the two pulled away.

A dumb look was formed on some of the Teacher's faces.

What just happened.

A smile peered on the older wizard's face.

"That was highly expected from the two of you," Dumbledore retorted causing a chuckle to escape from the sisters.

Severus peered at the young girl who stood near Madame Maxine. He couldn't help but notice the features she had. She looked almost like.. Anahstacia.

His eyes paced back and forward between the girl and the woman. He didn't want to make an assumption just yet. But, he would bring this up with her.

"Now, If you are done. I would like to see the three of you in my office."

He pointed over to Anah, Maykaylah, and Ivory.

Everyone left the room except for Anah and Severus. She paced over to him with her arms bound behind her arm.

"Is something bothering you, my love?" She questioned as he stood there looking down at her.

"No." He replied with a lie as he brought his hand up to grasp her chin softly.

She gazed into her lover's eyes. Something was indeed bothering him.

"Are you sure Severus..?" She questioned again with a frown now forming on her face. He bypassed her question now pressing his lips against hers as he wrapped his arms around her waist. The grip he had around her was tight.

His actions were confusing a first, but, Anah only played along with it.

She extended the kiss. Her hands cupped his cheeks as pulled away to press her forehead against his. Anah was only a few inches shorter than Severus, but it never stopped them.

“We will talk about it once I get back, alright?” She consulted bringing her thumb up to trace against his bottom lip. He agreed with her word.

The two parted ways afterward. Anah headed straight to Dumbledores office. Once she arrived she saw her sister and the young girl Ivory seated before the Headmaster.

She entered the room quietly as her gaze remained on the child.

“Maykaylah.” Dumbledore ushered at the woman.

May turned her body towards Ivory who sat there with her hands settled in her lap.

“Ivory, meet Anahstaica. Your mother.”

The girl got up from her seat as she eyed Anah.

Anah peered down at her with a gentle smile formed on her lips.

After almost twelve years, Anah was finally able to physically meet her daughter.

After her first miscarriage, Anah conceived once again. But this was after the separation between Vaneraries and Snape.

Severus wasn't informed of the child, nor anyone else. Anah kept her daughter a secret ever since she found out that she was expecting.

The only souls that knew of the news were the Vaneraries family themselves. Her father, Jayhen. Her mother, Mally. Her sister, Maykaylah, and her oldest brother, Adrien.

The time of Ivory's birth was also the time of the First Wizarding War. Anahstacia was a key member of the Order of the Phoenix. She fought while she was pregnant. But this also made her a top target for the Death Eaters since the Dark Lord fancied her for her power.

Ivory took a step towards Anah, which quickly pulled her out of her thought.

“I can't believe it's you..” Ivory muttered as she threw herself into the open arms of her mother. Her tears spewed down her face as she clenched onto her.

Anah took notice that she was emotional, just like her. Her lip quivered as she held back the true sob she wanted to voice.

She brought her hand up to the back of Ivory’s head as she tugged her close to her chest. Anah’s emotions eventually got to her. She hid her sobbing face into the top of her daughter's hair.

The cries of the two echoed throughout the entire office. Ivory pulled away first. Her hands were still wrapped around Anah’s waist.

“You look like your father.. except.. You have my eyes and nose..”

Anah mumbled allowing a sad smile to form on her lips. She brought her thumb up to wipe the remainder of tears off of Ivory’s face.

“Where is he?..” She questioned.

A sigh escaped from Anah. Here yet another conversation she wasn't prepared to have. She glanced up at her sister, who was only watching.

“He’s... not here at the present, my sweet.” Her gaze fell back to the preteen.

“Aunt May already told me.. everything.. and.. I'm not angry..” Her words were soft and low, but low enough for Anah to hear.

“You aren't?” She cocked a brow.

“No..” She shook her head pulling away from her.

It was almost odd. If was in her shoes, Anah would have been furious.

“What all exactly.. Did your aunt show you?..”

Ivory bit the inside of her cheek turning away. Her hands were in front of her as she fiddle with her fingers.

“Not much..”

May cleared her throat getting the attention of both.

“I told her that you would show her your memories.”

Anah shook her head stepping away from the group. She started to pace in place.

“I don't think she's ready for that..”

May scoffed while rolling her eyes.

“Dumbledore, please tell her what you told me.”

He merely adjusted his head. His gaze was towards Anah.

“My dear Anah. It is best that you reveal them now. If you wait any longer, not only would the consequence backfire on yourself, but it will also play effect on Ivory’s relationship with her father.”

She sighed bringing a hand up to her face.

This was all too much.

“Alright.. alright..”

She gave into defeat. It was best if she showed her after all.

She paced over to the Pensieve with eyes settled on her. She brought her wand up to the side of her head extracting one memory from herself. Once done she placed it down into the magical bowl.

“Come here, love.” Anah ushered towards the child.

Ivory walked towards the Pensieve that settled in the corner.

She placed both hands on the sides of the bowl as she gave one last look at her mother. Once her face hit the surface she was soon snatched into the memory that would reveal the truth.

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fangirlshrewt97 · 2 years

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Not Enough Words (To Say Thanks to You)

Ok, here is another hurt comfort piece. I just wanted one heart to heart between the two of them where Ram acknowledges Bheem, both the ways he has hurt him, and the ways Bheem has helped him. And that one line in the movie where Bheem called himself “uneducated” just irked me so much, hence that little rant in the middle.

This fic was prompted by @burningsheepcrown, you have given me, and the fandom so many delightful little doodles, I hope you like this piece!

Also for the Telugu speakers, please help a girl out with the appropriate terms to use as endearments between all these characters?

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Ram winced as he scratched too hard at his left arm, cursing softly when he noticed the cloth he had tied to the bullet graze had come loose and was bleeding again. He searched the small hut their group had taken as temporary lodgings, trying to see if there was any spare cloth he could use to make another make-shift bandage.

Just as he was getting ready to call Sita, Bheem entered the room, smile falling as his gaze narrowed to the wound Ram was trying to keep pressure on. He cursed, not even allowing Ram to say anything before he herded him to bed.

“One minute, Annayya.” Bheem said and left.

Ram turned to inspect the wound, still pink around the edges. It had been starting to scab, right up until he had gone scratching at it. Served him right.

As promised, Bheem returned soon, armed with not just bandages but a wet cloth, a bowl of water, and some paste, no doubt one of his incredible herbal remedies. Ram shifted on the bed so that he was sitting with his back to the wall, arm extended towards Bheem.

“Here we go Annayya. I’ll bandage you up.” The younger man took a firm hold of his forearm, gripping just below the elbow as he untied the old bandage.

Ram stayed quiet as Bheem worked, feeling too many words choking at his throat. Bheem was always so gentle with him. Looking at the size of him, too many thought he would be rough and tough, but in reality there was no softer person in the world.

Bheem always touched him like he was something precious.

Bheem pressed the wet cloth to the wound, wiping away all the dried blood and pressing down till the bleeding stopped. Then he applied the paste on the wound, giving Ram an apologetic look as the other man winced at the burn. Finally, he washed the surrounding skin once more before taking the fresh bandages and wrapping it around Ram’s bicep. He pressed a finger under the wraps to make sure the dressing was not too tight.

Finally, he turned to look at Ram, a questioning look in his eyes. “Are you alright now, Annayya?”

Ram felt his eyes water as he moved his hand to cup Bheem’s cheek. The younger man’s face morphed into one of panic, but Ram just shook his head. How could he explain himself to Bheem?

“Annayya, what’s wrong? Are you hurt anywhere else?” Bheem asked as he hovered his hands over Ram’s body.

Ram grabbed both of them and brought them to his forehead, pressing them there before he kissed at his knuckles. This time, it was Bheem who looked speechless.

“Bheema, please. Forgive me.”

“Wh-What?” Bheem rasped out. “Annayya, what are you talking about?”

Ram felt a tear make its way down his cheek. “Please Bheema. Call me Ram. I don’t feel like I deserve to be called Annayya by you. I know I will never have enough words to explain just how sorry I am. I don’t even know if I deserve to ask for your forgiveness, but please, show your mercy on me.”

Bheem tried to wiggle his hands out of Ram’s grasp, but the older man wouldn’t let him. “Annayya, there is nothing to forgive!”

Ram bit back a sob, body shaking. “How can you say that? After that betrayal, after making you think I was going to hurt Malli, after the… the whipping?”

Bheem made a wounded sound and brought their joint hands to his chest. “Annayya, please, I promise you. I forgave you for those things as soon as Sita vadina explained. There is nothing to forgive. I was the one who didn’t understand. I nearly killed you!”

Ram shook his head again. “I wouldn’t have blamed you for doing that.”

Bheem squeezed his hands as tears filled his eyes. “Annayya, I am just a man from the forests. I didn’t know about your cause, or how great it was. I am not edu-”

“Bheem stop!” Ram interrupted, forceful enough Bheem stopped mid-sentence. Ram was now glaring at him and he pushed at Bheem’s chest lightly with their combined hands. “Don’t you dare call yourself stupid or uneducated. You are so smart, and good with people and animals. You know the land, you understand it better than I ever will. You can speak so many languages, and you are such a good strategist. You are loyal and brave and intelligent in so many ways. Don’t you dare call yourself ignorant. Or uneducated. One does not become smart by going to school or reading books. You are so clever, don’t ever dismiss yourself like that, I won’t hear it.”

Bheem gaped at him before bowing his head. Ram noticed the faintest darkening of his cheeks and the top of his ears. Startled by his own earnestness, Ram looked away.

The silence stretched for a minute before Ram glanced back at their combined hands. He slowly rubbed at Bheem’s knuckles. “I never got a chance to thank you either.”

Bheem hummed as he threw him a shy smile and shrug.

“You saved me first Annayya, consider it a debt repaid.”

Ram chuckled bitterly, shaking his head. “No Bheema. Not even close. Because I only saved you that one time. But you? You have been saving me every day since we met.”

Bheem was looking at him with wide eyes. And Ram felt his heart pounding against his chest, but he needed to get these words out. “Before I met you, I was so wrapped up in my mission, so determined in my goal, I was ready to sacrifice anything and everything, including the very people I was supposedly trying to save. I could barely look at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t recognize the man I had become.

But after you? After our talks, our days and nights, our meals and bike rides and walks? Bheema you didn’t just save my life, you saved my humanity. You saved my soul.”

Bheem couldn’t contain himself anymore, separating his hands from Ram’s only to pull Ram into a tight hug, pressing Ram so close, it should have been suffocating.

Ram had never felt safer in his life.

He spoke into Bheem’s shoulders. “That night, after I handed you over to the British, I came back to my room and saw my reflection. I hated that man. Dressed in that red uniform, willing to betray the best man he had met for a possible chance at fulfilling a promise. I threw a book at it. And then kept smashing the pieces until they were too small to pick apart.

I could still see myself in them and I hated it. I hated myself. Babai came and cleaned the pieces the next morning. He wasn’t as successful in cleaning me.”

Bheem sniffled again, rubbing his nose against Ram’s shoulder as he adjusted his grip. Ram wrapped his own arms against Bheem’s waist and held on as tightly as he could.

Time seemed to slow down around them as they embraced, both just savoring the feel of the other in their arms, appreciating the solidness that indicated this was not a dream.

It was only the sound of something metallic being dropped that got them to pull away from another, though they were still holding hands when Malli came in. She looked in surprise at the two of them, before her gaze flicked away from Ram. He tried not to be hurt. The girl had every reason not to trust him.

“Annayya, Peddayya is asking for your help with something.” she said softly.

Bheem nodded. “I’ll be right there Malli.”

The girl lingered at the doorway, looking at both of them again before she left.

Bheem glanced back at Ram’s face, absently wiping away at the tears still streaming down his cheek. “An-Rama.”

Ram’s heart was thundering in his chest in a painful way. “I don’t know why our paths crossed. All I can do is thank all the gods and all the stars it did. Meeting you, getting to know you, being able to close you my friend, my brother? It is one of the greatest honors I have had in my life. And I wouldn’t change a second of it.”

Ram heaved a laugh as he wiped at his own eyes. “Not even a second?”

Bheem looked at him dead on. “Not one.”

Ram swallowed before nodding. “I wouldn’t change one second either. I don’t have any words for you Bheem. Not to express how much you mean to me, or how wonderful I think you are. Just know I will spend the rest of my life grateful to know you.”

Bheem cupped Ram’s cheeks, squeezing them once before pressing a kiss to Ram’s forehead.

“You take rest, Babai and Sita will be back soon. I’ll go see what Peddayya wants and be back.”

Ram blinked tiredly at him before nodding. Together the men maneuvered Ram into a horizontal position. Bheem slipped away from the room with the dirty bowl of water and soiled towel and bandages.

Ram laid back in bed and absently patted at his left arm. He truly would be thanking the stars till his dying breath for allowing him to meet Bheem.

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So...what did you guys think?

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sonofanumbranwitch · 3 years

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Tristin Saints Profile

Figured I’d go ahead a fill out a profile for my MC seeing as how I’ve been posting a lot about Hogwarts Mystery lately. A lot of this information may be changed or expanded on as I go through the game. Template was provided by @hogwartsmystory

HPHM Profile

Identity

Name: Tristin Joshua Saints

Gender: Cis-Male

Age: 11-17

Birth Date: April 15th 1973

Species: Human

Blood Status: Pureblood

Sexuality: GAY!

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: Irish

Residence: Saints Manor, Ballycastle North Ireland.

Myer Briggs Personality Type: INTJ- The Architect: Thirst For Knowledge, Finding A Better Way, Social Frustration.

The Mage

1st Wand: English Oak, Phoenix Feather Core, 12 ½ Inches, Slightly Flexible

2nd Wand:

Animagus: Cat

Misc Magical Abilities: Seer, uses tarot cards as his medium.

Boggart Form: Being forced to marry to uphold his family’s blood status.

Riddikulus Form: Burns the house they live in down. (Maniacal laughter is still laughter)

Amortentia: (What do they smell like?) Sage and Lemongrass

Amortentia: Barnaby Lee (Fresh laundry and a hint of sandalwood) Apple cider and spice, old books.

Patronus: Falcon

Patronus Memory: His sister, the most important person in the world to him. Later all the friends he’s made at Hogwarts, and his family all together.

Mirror of Erised: A world where everyone is judged by the merit of their character, not by blood or financial status, or any other arbitrary aspect of their existence.

Specialized/Favourite Spells: Incidio, Depulso, Petrificus Totalas

Appearance

Faceclaim:

(couldn’t make the eyes change but his eye are supposed to be green)

Voiceclaim: TBA

Body Modifications: N/A

Scarring: Has a scar on his upper lip

Inventory: (what do they carry on them?) Pocket Watch, Wand, Notebook, Hand sanitizer, Chapstick.

Fashion: Tristin likes to dress nice usually in well fitted collard shirts. He doesn’t go out that much, but like to look nice when he does. He almost always wear darker colors; black, dark purples and forest greens. Is never caught without his glasses.

Allegiances

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw, hat stalled with Slytherin

Ilvermorny House: Horned Serpent

Affiliations/Organizations: Dragon club, Sphinx Club, Hippogriff Club, Dueling Club, Frog Choir, Ravenclaw Quidditch team

Professions: Professional Curse Breaker

Hogwarts Information

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: (OWL Grade or ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆)

Charms: O

DADA: O

Flying: O

Herbology: E

History of Magic: A

Potions: A

Transfiguration: O

Electives:

Care of Magical Creatures: O

Divination: O

Study of Ancient Runes: A

Quidditch: Chaser

Extra Curricular: Frog Choir, Dueling Club

Favourite Professors: McGonagall, Flitwick,

Least Favourite Professors: Snape, Filch (He’s still staff, but neither of them should be allowed around children.)

Relationships

Brother: Jacob Robert Saints

Misc Siblings: Older sister(the middle child, younger than Jacob) Josephine Maria Saints

Father: Joshua William Saints

Mother: Joanna Dawn Saints

Love Interest: Barnaby Lee

Best Friends: Rowan Khanna, Penny Haywood, Nymphadora Tonks, Skye Parkin, Murphy McNully, Chiara Lobosca

Rival: Merula Snyde, Ismelda Murk

Enemy:

Dormmates: (Who’s in your MC’s dorm with them?) Rowan Khanna, Adre Egwu, Talbott Winger

Pets: Cat Elphaba, Owl Magnus, Rat Mally, Toad Hamish, Crup Drei, Bat Nightspur

Closest Canon Friends: Rowan, Penny, and Tonks (Underrated houses unite!)

#Harry Potter #hogwarts mystery #hphm MC #jacob's sibling #mc profile #rowan khanna #penny haywood #nymphadora tonks #skye parkin #murphy mcnully #chiara lobosca #barnaby lee #barnaby x mc #Tristin Saints

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writingsteph · 4 years

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This is kind of a weird request... for the mal and christen thing (or christen x reader insert if you’d like; I like both), could there be a thing where christen gets jelly when some other person starts become like a mama bear and takes care of mal (or the reader if you do it), bc christen was away for a bit. When she comes back she notices that even though their baby is happy she’s back, she also likes being around the other mama bear. Chris gets jelly and insecure, but her baby chooses her.

Here you go! Also, imagine a world where the whole USNWT team always live together? What?! I wish lol....I didn’t explain why Christen was gone just imagine that for yourself I suppose.

Christen scanned the airport after exiting her plane. It’d been a hard two weeks away from her team, but it was especially hard to be away from their youngest forward. Her Mal Bear. They’d texted and called each other but it just wasn’t enough for the more experienced player. She couldn’t wait to spend time with her.

“Christen! Chris! Mama!” The older woman’s ears found Mal before her eyes could. Her legs sped up and finally she saw Mallory with Kelly just a few steps behind. The girl was wearing short jean shorts and a large Nike tshirt that almost swallowed her whole. A sight that the older forward had sorely missed. Press stopped, dropping her bag and bending down with her arms open for the girl.

Mallory jumped into them and felt as Christen easily stood up while holding her. “I missed you Mal Pal.”

Mallory only responded by nuzzling into the woman’s shoulder. She’d missed her mama Press too!

Christen looked over while adjusting Mallory in her arms, placing her on her hip, “Hey Kelly.”

Kelly smiled wide. Mallory was such a mama’s girl. She did her best to keep it hidden from the younger players on the team but all of the veterans knew their dynamic well, “We all missed you over here.” She grabbed the woman’s bag and led them towards the car, “Mal and I had a lot of fun though.”

“We did!” Mallory moved her head up from Christen’s shoulder excitedly, “Kelly and I played lotsa pranks. It was so fun!”

Press chuckled and shook her head, “Did you get aunty Tobin good?”

“Yeah! She fell when we scared her and I almost peed my pants laughing.” Mallory started giggling just thinking about it, “Aunty Tobin was so mad she wrestled aunt Kelley to the floor!”

“Yeah and gave me a whole bruise!” Kelly chimed in clumsily placing Christen’s luggage in the car. Christen patted Mallory’s bottom softly as Kelley adjusted the luggage in the trunk.

“Alright ladybug, time to put you down so we can get in the car.”

Mallory whined but allowed the movement, “Can I get shotgun?” She asked Christen. The older woman hid her surprise, she had fully expected the girl to want to sit with her in the back, “Sure, baby. Go ahead.”

The whole way to the hotel Mallory kept telling stories about all the things she and Kelley did. Christen listened intently and laughed along, but there was a twinge of jealousy at the center of her chest. It seemed that they were inseperable. And honestly, Kelley was a free spirit and playful in a way that Christen wasn’t.

Doubt bubbled up in her stomach. Did Mallory prefer Kelly over her now?

Shit, stop thinking like that!

Once at the hotel, Christen dropped her things off in her designated room, feeling rather sullen. Mallory had told her motherly figure that she would be in Kelley’s room.

“I’ll leave the door open for you, if you wanna join us.” Kelly offered, “We’re trying to finish this series we started. Well, more like binge, but you know what I mean.”

They had three days off before training started and Christen had wanted to spend as much of it with Mallory as she could, but it seemed her little one had other plans. Taking it on the chin, Christen acted as if it didn't bother her. Worst of all, when she went to check on them Mallory was cuddled into Kelly’s side!

Kelly put a finger up to her lips, “She’s sleepy.” The defender whispered, running her hands through Mallory’s hair, the teenager’s eyes were fluttering open and closed.

Christen stood by the wall, a forlorn smile on her face. Her little one looked so small and vulnerable, “Can you make sure she doesn’t sleep more than an two hours? She’ll sleep for days if I let her.”

“No worries.” Kelly nodded, her voice still hushed, “I know she’s a pill to get to sleep so I usually only let her take 45 minute naps.”

Christen swallowed the lump in her throat, “She’s been sleeping with you?” Mallory hadn’t mentioned that.

“At first it was because she really missed you and Tobin wasn’t around. Now, she just comes into my room because it’s closer than Tobin’s.”

“Aunnnttiiieeeee.” Mallory moaned. All this noise was bothering her!, “Sleeeeepppyyy.”

Kelly chuckled, “Okay baby. Take a nap. I’m sorry, we’ll stop talking.”

Christen took in a breath and walked further in, only to give her little one a small kiss before walking back out. All the while she wished it could be her in Kelly’s place. She wanted to be the one cuddling her ladybug.

“Well if it isn’t my bestest BEST friend.” She heard Tobin’s voice the moment she opened her room door.

That certainly made Christen smile. Shoulders that were once tense, fell to a relaxed position as she moved to hug the midfielder.

“What’s wrong Press? I saw your face when you walked in that door. It was like someone ran over your puppy or something.”

Christen sighed, letting herself fall onto the bed. Tobin copied her position, “Mallory seems so....enamored, with Kelly.”

Tobin smirked a bit. Ahhh, yes. Press was jealous. “She’s been spending a lot of time with her. But mostly because Kelly is crazy and keeps Mal laughing.”

“But it seems more than that. She’s taking a nap with her, and they held hands walking into the hotel. I just, I don’t know, it’s been two weeks since I’ve seen her! And, and it seems like she doesn’t need me.”

Tobin shook her head and turned to lazily place an arm around Christen’s body, “C, let me tell you how far from the truth that is. When we landed earlier than you did and it hit her that you wouldn’t be here for a while she was a mess. She broke down crying and was going to call you but Lindsey had teased her for it.”

Christen sat up, feeling incredibly protective, “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Whoah, whoah, whoah. Let me finish telling you everything, THEN you can rake me over the coals.”

The forward narrowed her eyes at her friend, “Fine. Continue.”

“You know how your Mal Pal is about the girls catching her at her most childish. Kelly came to the rescue though. She scolded Lindsey reminding her that she always cries when tournaments are over and we part ways. Mal kind of stuck to her after that. But Kelly and me have had to console her about the fact that you haven’t been here about 3 times at least.”

“I don’t understand why she didnt call me to tell me. I told her she could text or call me if she missed me!” Christen sighed, feeling awful that Mallory had been struggling as much as she had and hiding it.

“Because you know she tries hard to act tough.”

Christen let out an exasperated huff, “I dare Lindsey to make fun of her in front of me. If she hadn’t bruised my baby girl’s ego, she would’ve called me. God damn it.”

Tobin rolled her eyes, “Don’t worry, when I caught Linds in the hallway by herself I set her straight.”

Press rose her eyebrow curiously, “What did you do?”

“I gave her a few smacks to her seat, just like Hope used to do with me when I got out of line.” She was thoroughly embarrassed and apologetic, I don’t think she’ll be making fun of Mallory about her missing you again.

“Good.” Press murmured, laying right back down.

Ten minutes later Tobin had convinced Press to come to the pool. Christen had just put on her bikini top when a knock on her door was heard. She moved to open it clad in her shorts and white bikini top. She was surprised to see Kelly, but her worried look set her on edge, “Hey Kels. Is everything okay?”

“Mal had a bit of a bad dream and she wanted me to get you. I called your phone but you didn’t answer.”

Her phone was still on airplane mode. She had completely forgotten to turn it off! Not thinking twice Christen told Tobin to go on without her and left the room with Kelly behind.

The midfielder shook her head, “I could’ve guessed that. Give her a kiss from me!”

“Mally, sweetheart?” Christen came in and saw her baby in the middle of the bed crying. She knew that the girl had just worked herself up even more since having woken up from the dream. Her face was red and she was sweating.

Hearing Christen’s concerned voice was all Mal needed to break down even more. She wanted her mommy to make everything better. Aunt Kelly tried, but it just wasn’t the same, and she didn’t have to settle for her aunties because Christen was here now!

Her cries turned harder and she outstretched her hands, “M-ma-ma!! Ihadabaddreaaammm!!!”

“Oh honey.” Christen cooed sitting on the bed, “Shhhh. Mama’s here. It’s okay.” She rocked the girl in her arms, “It must’ve been a scary one, huh?”

There was no place like mama’s arms, “Y-yes!! You, you had to leave again, mama!!” She cried some more and tightened her hold onto Christen.

“I’m gonna get her some water.” Kelly said quietly, hoping to give the mother and daughter some privacy.

Press’ heart sagged. Her poor baby. She hated that she had ever even thought that her place in Mal’s life was replaceable. They needed each other.

“I’m not leaving. I’m right here. Hmmmm? You see me, right?”

Mallory nodded as she hiccupped.

“And you can hear me and I’m right here hugging you and giving you snuggles just like my little Mal Bear likes!” She shook them both a little making Mallory giggle through her cries.

“I missed you so much mommy.” Mallory finally admitted.

“Oh Mallie, I missed you so much too.” Christen felt the tears in her eyes. She tried to will them back. Maybe she hadn’t realized how much she missed Mallory as well. They stayed in this embrace until Mallory’s cries waned. Kelly had dropped the water off and decided to leave them alone, giving Christen a wink as she closed the door.

The motherly figure gave the teen’s forehead a gentle kiss, “Let’s get you out of that t shirt honey. You’re so sweaty.”

Mallory complied and lifted her arms as Christen manuevered the shirt off of her, leaving the child in a sports bra and fruit covered panties. Christen held in her eye roll. Mallory preferred having as little material as possible on her legs and when in the comfort of a room she’d shed her bottoms immediately.

“Did you take your shorts off, love?”

“Mhm.” Mal answered rubbing her eyes. She had finally noticed Christen’s attire, “Are you going swimming mama?” Her voice was hoarse from crying.

“Nope! I’m staying with you.”

“Can we go to your room? And can I put one of your shirts on?” Mallory asked shyly. Christen’s scent soothed her.

“Of course babe.” Christen found the girl’s shorts and handed them to her. The girl put them on and stared sadly at the hand that Press offered for her to take.

“What’s wrong ladybug?”

“Can you carry me?”

“Always.”

#uswnt imagines #uswnt fic #mama press #baby mal #christen press #mallory pugh #christen press x Mallory pugh

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