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terryvortex · 1 year

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The Market

PART 2 OF A Christmas Holiday Trip.

SUMMARY : So far, the excitable Doctor's abrupt Christmas trip gift is going well. So far...

WARNINGS : None.

GIF NOT BY ME. CREDITS TO CREATOR.

Like a moth to a flame.

Of course, the Doctor on Christmas Day was the flame, and danger was the moth. It loved him and his companion wherever they went. But things were going okay so far (granted, they were still in the TARDIS).

The Doctor, somehow, had dragged a Christmas tree that towered above both of them in, though the doorway itself to the TARDIS wasn't "bigger on the inside". It was also fully decorated, complete with tinsel and a lit-up elaborate metal star, and the Doctor was wearing a Santa hat snug over his fez.

The danger hadn't yet begun. Maybe it wouldn't begin at all.

He presented Evie with an ugly jumper that was about three sizes too big, looking so proud of himself she was physically incapable of doing anything but putting it on. She spun slowly and he clapped, grinning.

"Looks great!"

Evie frowned. "It's ugly, Doctor."

"I wasn't talking about the jumper." A small paused before he added, "You could make anything look good." The Doctor hopped in the air, clicking the heels of his shoes together like a tap dancer.

"So could you," she shot back, "I mean, look at your bowtie." He straightened the festive accoutrement with an offended look. There was a sprig of mistletoe right at the knot.

"Bowties are cool."

"If you say so."

"I do!"

He grinned, obviously feeling as though he had won this argument. The bowtie, which displayed tiny Daleks in Santa hats and Cybermen as elves, was certainly very him. The Doctor began dancing around his console, doing a little holiday jig which made Evie think she might prefer running for their lives from evil aliens.

(Okay, she didn't actually think this. But it was far better than letting herself stare and think worse, sadder thoughts. So she actively made herself think about how she might prefer running from weeping angels instead of watching the Doctor dance.)

(Not that he's a bad dancer. He isn't particularly talented, but he isn't bad, per se. And his enthusiasm more than makes up for it.)

(Right?)

(Whether or not he's a bad dancer is a moot point. It's endearing either way. But, of course, that is a dangerous path of thinking to go down for a companion of the Doctor's. To feel affection for him in a manner anything more than friendly.)

"Where are we going?" she asked, leaning against the railing.

"It's a surprise! It wouldn't be fun if it wasn't!" the Doctor said. His shoes squeaked on the floor as he slipped and slid around the controls, miraculously not tripping or falling.

(She had seen him faceplant directly on the floor once. It made her wince, and then chuckle, and then she felt incredibly guilty for laughing. Until the telepathic connection between her and the TARDIS lit up with a feeling of something like humor, and she realised the TARDIS was also, in fact, laughing at the Doctor.)

The Time Lord pulled down one final lever and their surroundings shook with that familiar, almost comforting whoosh-whir. He turned to look at her, a wild grin on his face and a glint in his eye.

There was a certain madness to traveling with the Doctor. It was a beautiful and clever and dangerous and wonderful life, but a mad life all the same. You never quite knew what you were going to get.

Evie grinned back at him.

That undercurrent of I-don't-know-what's-going-to-happen-next was one of the best feelings in the universe. It was pure thrill, pure adrenaline. Her heart was thumping against her chest as they landed.

The Doctor held out his hand to her and she took it, their palms settling together and fingers intertwining. He pulled her towards the slender set of doors, the only thing between them and something new.

He opened the doors, pulled her outside, and turned to face her with a massive, proud smile on his face.

It was beautiful. There was uninhibited sky stretching for miles above them, in streaks of blue and green and purple. It was as though an aurora borealis had wrapped it in a tight hug. White stars shimmered dimly in the distance. A towering streetlight, made of black metal and topped with a large glowing globe, marked every ten feet.

Aliens of all kinds swarmed through what was clearly a market. One that was tall, scaly, and had three tails bumped into them; another that was half Evie's size with red, pointy skin passed by in a hurry. Lining this maze of streets cobbled with warmly colored stone were dozens―hundreds, she thought, there's hundreds―of stalls and shops, selling clothes and food and jewelry and trinkets and books.

One was made of wood, propped up by little more than tied-together sticks and a drape of burlap-like material ("More sturdy," the Doctor said, "but essentially the same.") One was clearly formed from a crashed spaceship, the wing turned into a table filled with bibelots. If you needed or wanted something there was at least one vendor who sold it, but likely dozens more.

Far, far, far in the distance was the silhouette of a building. It was set in a series of rises. A palace of sorts, the very tip of a spire touching a setting sun and reflecting brightly all the way to the market.

"Welcome to Ogani," the Doctor said softly. "The Market, which is where we're at right now, sits right off the capital city. It's constantly changing, evolving, developing. Its expansion is essentially never-ending. Thousands of different aliens are here daily."

"It's beautiful," said Evie. And it truly was; the bruised sky, the gleaming street lights, the predictable bustle of merchants and vendors and customers. This wasn't Earth but it felt like she was home. "I take it all back. You really did pick well."

"This is the perfect place for a trip," he said, soft smile transforming smugly. "One of the most peaceful planets I've ever been on, especially in this time. Their last war was centuries ago. Oganians don't tolerate conflict, you see. Not a lot of them but they run the planet and this is a major intergalactic hub, so everyone listens to them here. So really, there's nothing I could think of that could possibly go wrong―"

The Oganian ground shook, sending both of them and half the other people to the ground. There was a sudden, sharp tang, a scent of burning. The cobblestones were vibrating violently, several pieces coming loose. It was painfully warm all of a sudden, a sharp difference from the cool breeze of moments before.

There were several minutes before the burning and shaking and warmth completely ceased, a sour pungency still lingering in the air afterwards. Ozone, she thought, almost absentmindedly. It was a smell she had come to recognize in their travels.

Evie was sprawled on top of the Doctor. They remained so for several minutes more, dazed and both with a distinct ringing in the ears. He was staring at the street ahead with wide eyes, muttering a litany of alien curses under his breath. He glanced at his companion to say, "Evie, get up."

She scrambled off of him and both came to their feet, brushing down their clothes, checking that they weren't injured. "Right, right, sorry, I didn't mean to―"

"Evie―"

"The earthquake―"

"Shut up," he hissed. "Now."

"Sorry―"

"I didn't mean―"

"Doctor." That single word cut into their hushed conversation like a hot knife through butter. The Doctor paled.

He's afraid.

An alien with dark skin, no hair, and no nose was speaking to them. Their voice was deep and resonant, ringing with so much force that the entire Market stilled. They and their company were dressed in sheaths of colorful fabric and gold scales, the long and thin barrel of a gun resting at each's side. Oganians, Evie guessed. They were all hairless and had only slightly flared slits for noses; all tall and oddly thin, and all bearing the same emblem of a sun split in half.

The Doctor cleared his throat.

"Right," he said. "Evie, may I introduce you to the Royal Guard of Ogani, and this is their captain―"

"Ashmir Nalcic Inbaldi," the captain cut in. Evie coughed to disguise the giggle that slipped out, turning her head to the side. They fortunately ignored her; their attention was on the Time Lord next to her, whose shoulders were stiff and tense. "Doctor. The Empress of Ogani has requested you attend audience with her at once."

"And if we refuse?" Evie inquired. The Doctor winced.

"You shall be immediately arrested and scheduled for execution," Inbaldi said flatly. Rather blunt to say, Eve thought. The captain seemed to have little patience for anyone, hand resting on the holster of their gun, their bright blue eyes darting around the Market. Assessing their surroundings, scanning for threats. It was hard to miss that look, the look of a soldier. (It was a look the Doctor had all too often.) "Doctor?"

"Yes, yes," he muttered. "Give me and Eve a moment, Ashmir."

Their eyes narrowed. "One minute. You have one minute only, and then we take you by force." The Doctor waved a hand dismissively and turned to Evie.

"Right," he said. "There may be a handful of things about Ogani I forgot to mention."

#dr who #doctor who #eleventh doctor #11th doctor #matt smith #tardis #time lord #timelord #timelords #alien #alien planet #fanfic #fanfiction #nuwho #new who

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izukunii · 7 months

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FAST RIPE, FAST ROTTEN

feat: aged up!bakugou katsuki x reader

contains: in media res, bkg is left handed, reader is right handed (for the sake of the plot), reader has “hooded eyes,” reader is also a hero at bkg’s agency, bkg is the number one hero!

summary: things you could have said, things he should have said

warnings: mdni - depictions of sex, angst with no comfort, idealizations of degradation (bkg receiving)

they were in bed when it happened. when she’d said it. she was looking down at him through her hooded eyes, her vision surely blurred from smudged mascara, looking at him like he was nothing but a sex tool for her to get off with. his favorite look.

she’d been fucking him: the default position as of late. feet planted flat on either side of his hips and palms pushing against his chest for leverage.

he had been counting down from 100 in increments of seven, a trick he’d picked up from kaminari that he’d play whenever he didn’t want to bust too quick. kaminari’s magic number was actually nine, but bakugou had found himself using this strategy more often than not when it came to her because he had the mathematics of nine memorized by now

he had left off on 44 when she’d stopped her gyrations mid-”air,” and brought herself down to sit on his cock.

“bakugou.”

his hands slipped off her hips. their sweat made him lose his grip. “hah?”

“bakugou,” she repeated. “why do you keep me around?”

his eyes flew open. he hadn’t realized how close she was to him, how her nose brushed lightly across his own, and how he hadn’t felt her warm breath breezing over his cheeks.

“w-why do i– what? you’re not making any sense, woman.”

bakugou found his purchase on her hips again. he tried to lift her off him to no avail. her grip on his dick felt too good to move her, and even if he was the number one hero, he was only a man.

“why–” she rocked forward, inhaling harshly “do you keep me around?”

he squinted up at her. the whole situation was incredulous. here was his maker, the love of his life, asking why he kept her around. his stubborn bastard brain couldn’t take it!

you pack three onigiri extra in your bento every day because you know the seven i pack is never enough, that i always get hungry a couple hours after my meal break, and if i don’t eat again i’m grumpier than usual.

you know better than anyone that tardiness makes me grumpier than usual too. you’re the one who sends out the calendar reminders for paperwork and audit, i know you are. you’re the one who reserves the conference rooms and you’re not even my sidekick. you’re not my assistant either. you’re you!

you change your costume for the weather just like me, and i like to think it’s a mirror behavior, even if it’s just subconscious on your part. even your supports change based on the weather. it’s adorable.

you sing louder when you’re feeling bright, but you’re always humming. you prefer tuna onigiri. spicy. and i like to think you’ve acquired a taste for it on my behalf, even though i know better. you told me that’s how your grandmother always made it.

you hate being warm, so you don’t like soup. you take all your coffee based drinks over ice, and the only exception to the rule is tea. you think tea solves everything. i’ll never have the heart to disagree. you always make but one extra cup when you brew it at the office, and even earlier tonight, you did the same. the extra cup is always coincidentally made just the way i like it. it’s always set on the right corner of the desk, and you always seem to make chamomile tea in the late afternoon, when i’m doing paperwork and that “ugly” crease forms between my eyebrows from the stress. the chamomile soothes, but the only sooth to the crease is the tender and gentle pressure of your thumb across my forehead.

you still tell me i’m a pretty boy. i could be covered in blood, sweat, and soot, and i’m still your pretty boy. you tell it to me then. you tell it to me now, as i lay before you at my most vulnerable, and you’ll tell me tomorrow morning when you slip out of my arms and back to the reality where this isn’t real. not to you.

that’s why.

“you’re a good fuck.” his voice breaks.

she doesn’t notice. “wanna know why i let you keep me around, bakugou?”

you tell me i’m a pretty girl. when i’m huffing and puffing, running my ass off on damage control duty. when i’ve gotten no sleep, no thanks to you or to myself, i’m still your pretty girl. you tell it to me then, and you tell it to me now as i pretend to use you at your most vulnerable, and you’ll tell it to me tomorrow morning when i flee from my feelings.

you’re always so warm. and for the first time in my life, i want to be warm if it means staying in your arms.

you keep the office at 59 fahrenheit just for me, even if everyone on our floors whines about it all day long. your excuses are pathetic.

you like all your drinks piping hot, hot enough to burn, but if they don’t make it there in time, you try to rescue them on ice. it’s not the same, and when you run out for another, i always find my order on the left side of my desk. you’ll never need to repay me for the three extra onigiri, but you always attempt to with the accompaniment of a brownie with the order. the drink is technically iced, but there’s not a cube to be found, for in the late afternoon while you complete paperwork, i take it upon myself to collect the forms from the staff.

you’re more approachable than you think, all bark and no bite.

no matter where you’re going, you ask if i need something. your fill my car with gas if it meant being in my service. i don’t deserve that. but i want it. i want you. i need you! i can’t live without you, i can’t breathe without you!

taped along the top of my monitors are trinkets and trifles you’ve bought me from your away missions. you listen to me. i’m a collector.

time’s up, i’m here to collect what’s mine.

“s’cause you’re not so bad yourself.”

#bakugou katsuki #bnha #mha #my work #my writing

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planet-magic-land · 4 months

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have been rewatching Doctor Who (or I guess Doctor Who reactions) and got back to fleshing out my own Doctor Whosona Regeneration Version I've had for a long time

will draw at some point but basically she is a scrunkly wet cat who wears ugly tropical shirts and bright clothes but is just extremely tired and exhausted from everything the Doctor has been through

her Tardis interior is just as much of a mess she is, littered with cardboard boxes upon boxes full of Who Knows What and other assortments of Stuff (and she often uses said boxes as makeshift furniture to rest on) the Middle Glass Tube Bit In The Center (official name) is completely crooked and wonky, for a time machine it is all incredibly underwhelming, and not nearly as Bigger On The Inside as it used to be

either that or the interior just looks like a generic house's living room, with a Tardis console in the middle

she Tried to build a new Sonic Screwdriver with the same chameleon technology that the Tardis has, but the screwdriver's is also.. broken, but instead of being stuck as One thing like the Tardis, it's the opposite, and the screwdriver has a bad habit of changing shape. sometimes it's a pencil, sometimes it's a book, sometimes it's a stick, or a rubber duck, and sometimes it will be something A Lot Larger, like a flat out wheelbarrow or a bicycle.

companion- "why can't you just use your Sonic Screwdriver for this?"

*the Doctor simply slams a worn out shoe onto the table, (the screwdriver is now a shoe)*

the Doctor- "... IT'S NOT EVEN IN MY SIZE."

for companions she has a robot and an alien, but less "they just look like humans but Are Secretly Extraterrestrial" robot and alien and more like, A Big Clunky Robot who'd fit more in with Old Who, and a little Alien in a tank of liquid that has to be carried around, who is a furious Alien Overlord-wannabe but is actually Extremely Powerless. there is also One (1) human companion, they are either Some Guy's Dad, or a Generic Businessman who is constantly unimpressed by the Doctor and her.. *gestures to her everything* ..but prefers this (or literally anything) over going back to his job

I considered the robot actually being the human companion, a human mind in the body of a machine with no memory of who they were and how they came to be, and that being a good mystery for the Doctor to solve, trying to figure out What, Where and When they're from.. but I prefer the robot companion being more like a Big Dog/Cat in personality, either simply saying one word sentences, or making unintelligible Robot Beeps and Sounds

when the Daleks and Cybermen meet this Doctor, she is so underwhelming in contrast to her previous versions that they assume that this is some sort of trick, or just assume she is just Someone's Weird Gay Aunt

she tries punching a Cyberman because "she's never tried it before and thought she might as well start now"

#I WILL draw!!! this! at some point!!#words

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dwjfansitearchive · 2 years

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News Bulletins - 3rd December 2002

Yesterday I went to 10 Downing Street. The Blairs were giving a reception for children's writers and illustrators, which has never been done before by a Prime Minister and seems to me to be very enlightened of them. I was very interested, because I had always wondered what 10 Downing Street was like inside. Apart from anything else, when they show it on telly, all you see is a narrow house and this black front door, and it has always struck me that it must be like Tardis - many times larger than it looks from outside - and if so, how do they FIT IT IN?

Since I am still not very well after the surgery I had this summer, I hired a car with a driver to take me there. And - would you believe this! - the driver turned out to have been a footman in Buckingham Palace and then butler to the Duchess of York (Fergie, that is). So on the way there he was telling me all about Security and how the police mostly do it, but that he himself also had to train in the art of escaping terrorists and how to arrest intruders and so forth.

The result was that when I arrived at Downing Street, I instantly thought of the very polite policeman at the gate as 'Static Security' (the mobile ones arrive on motorbikes in minutes if there's trouble, I'd been told) and almost asked him if that was what he was. But he seriously checked me off on a list before I could, and asked me to go up the street to a small plastic shed to be searched. This was just exactly like the stuff they do in airports. Two highly polite men took my small handbag and ran it through an X-ray machine while I was told to walk through an arch. No problem. But when I got home again, I worried about this. You see, my handbag was so small that my asthma-inhaler wouldn't fit into it and I'd zipped it into a pocket of my mac instead. When I got inside No 10, they took my mac and hung it up, still with the inhaler in it, and nobody checked that it wasn't a small plastic bomb - all they knew was that it wasn't a gun. But of course they probably checked all the coats once we were out of them. There were security people on duty everywhere.

There was another seriously polite policeman just outside the front door and he checked me off on a list again and then tried to open the door electronically. But something went wrong - I always have a bad effect on electronics: computers in airports look at me and instantly go down - and the door simply sort of bounced about. The polite policeman said, 'I think you'll have to knock at the door, madam.' So I did. Big black iron knocker. And I thought, 'This is like a dream - me, knocking at the Prime Minister's door!' It was opened at once by a polite and anxious elderly man, who again checked me on a list (and the reason he looked so anxious, I discovered on the way out again later, was that he was also COUNTING us all - he had to make sure that the same number of people came OUT as went in) and then passed me on to the person who took my mac, helping me out of it SO politely. Everyone was so polite and mild and steely and kind that it was awesome.

Anyway, I was now inside and it IS like Tardis. The downstairs floor stretched back and back and back, downstairs being sort of grand and sort of like a school or a library at the same time. But I was told to go upstairs. Again the stairs were rather like school stairs with metal bannisters. But they had a carpet on them, which looked old and horribly valuable and was the ugliest carpet I've ever seen - sort of pale pea green with dark pink patterns. If I were Mrs Blair, I'd have torn it out at once and sold it to Saddam Hussein or someone. And at the top, it went Tardis-like again, because that floor stretched sideways and sideways and sideways and seem to take up the whole street - or some other dimensions entirely, because you really couldn't see how else all this grandeur could be fitted in. It was very grand, with gold paint on the ceilings and huge ancient carpets that were slightly less ugly, and anterooms and vestibules in both directions, and a huge landing where more polite people gave me a name badge and helped me fix it on, and another polite person gestured me through a line of anterooms with mirrors and golden chairs with paws instead of feet. And finally I arrived into a tall tall room filled with roaring voices and people, and big pillars one end that didn't seem to hold the ceiling up.

And here for a while it was just like a cocktail party. If you haven't been to one, it's - well, a huge crowd of heads and suits and quite smart dresses, and massively loud talking, but you still can't hear a word, and lots of waiters with trays of drinks (wine, water and juice) and lots and lots of little ladies with bleached blond hair carrying vast dishes of queer little snacks, weaving about under all the talking. And you stand there for a little while thinking 'I can't see a SOUL that I know! Help!' Then one or two people that you realise you DO know blur out of the crowd, and before long you are bending down and shouting at, say, Nina Bawden, and then stretching upright to yell at, say, Shirley Hughes, and wondering if you dare go away and sit down - only there doesn't seem to be anywhere much to sit. And there was Terry Pratchett, who was clearly being very funny, if only you could hear what he was saying.

After about half an hour, Mrs Blair was suddenly there, and with her was a tiny, staggering little boy in pyjamas - Leo I think. It must have been awful for him, all legs and roaring voices overhead. He went away to bed quite soon. Mrs Blair is quite small and looks exactly like she does on telly, only rather more tired. I never met her. She rushed away into the middle of the roaring room and shook hands there.

There was supposed to be a lady there from my publishers, but I'd never met her, so I didn't know how to find her. And I took a rice thing from one of the small ladies and it came open and rice went all up my sleeve, like gummy little beetles. So I stopped that and found Peter Dickinson (who is one of my favourite people) and Philippa Pearce and another lady, and we went out into the vestibule (unless it was an anteroom), where there was a sofa. Philippa, who is really quite elderly, collapsed onto it gratefully, saying she couldn't hear a word in the main room. And there wasn't room on the sofa for Peter, so he sat on the floor. Some of the seriously polite people doing duty in that room clearly thought this was Not On. Two of them respectfully brought him one of the chairs with golden paws and ushered him into it - where I must say he seemed far more comfortable (and later, when I went out there again, I found that the chair had been carefully put back where it came from, into the exact paw-prints it had made in the carpet there). Meanwhile, I was watching two men carrying large hefty camera-things, who were standing about by the archway. I have never seen two men who looked more like rats. They just seemed to stand there, talking sarcastically to one another.

Then, quite suddenly, one of them switched on a powerful light on his video-thingy. A man came out of a doorway into this glare. And we all realised it was Tony Blair. Peter said we ought to go back into the main room, so we got up and went, while the camera-rats rushed in ahead of us with their camera-things focussed on Mr Blair - and absolutely focussed, so there could have been no one else in the picture, sort of leaning over his shoulder - and Mr Blair pretended they weren't there. He looks just like he does on telly, only paler and a LOT more tired.

There was not really room to get into the room properly. A man was standing with his back to me, talking to a lot of ladies. I stood more or less in the archway for a bit, watching a new person, quite a young man with a label round his neck, who was rushing this way and that through the crowd, looking neurotically anxious and seeming to search for someone. He made you feel he had lost his Mummy. Then the label round his neck flipped round and it said he was the Prime Minister's security man. Almost at the same time, the man with his back to me turned a little to one side and I realised he was actually Tony Blair - with the camera-rats still filming away at him - and I thought, Funny! I didn't know he was that tall! But the strange thing is, if you think about it, you never normally do see the BACK of a politician, and it's quite unrecognisable.

Two schoolgirls rushed in about then - I think one was Katherine Blair - and said hello to Mrs Blair and rushed off again. Pity, I thought. I would have been really interested to meet them. But it was not to be. A lady turned round from the crowd around Mr Blair and said, 'Oh, you're Diana Wynne Jones. Come and be introduced to the Prime Minister.' So I went forward. And as soon as I did, Mr Blair set off quickly across the room, away from me, and the camera-rats went rushing after him, ploughing through the crowd, knocking aside small old people like Philippa Pearce and Nina Bawden and almost toppling a huge tall man with a beard, and filming away in a frenzy. And there turned out to be a little platform on the other side of the room. Mr Blair sprang up on to it and made a short speech.

It was quite a good speech. He made it clear that he did read to his children when he had the time - and this was obviously true, because he knew how little kids always want the same story over and over again - and he said we all did valuable work, not just for the country but for the next generation. And then he said this was a great responsibility. And some behind me growled, 'Yes, we know.' And that was it really. Mr Blair, camera-rats and Mrs Blair all disappeared at once, like some kind of magic, and we were back to a crowd of shouting people again. And I did get to find the lady from my publishers, who told me that the cover for THE MERLIN CONSPIRACY was pretty good now, and I met the lady from OUP, who publish my Dalemark books. Then it all got very noisy again.

This time I went out into the quieter part with Terry Pratchett, where we had great fun having writer-talk. This is the kind of talk where you only have to say three or four words instead of explaining what it is you do, and it is very satisfying, knowing that the other person understands exactly and completely what you mean. Terry told me about his next book, so I demanded he sent me a signed copy. It's out next May and it sounds really good. Then Shirley Hughes reappeared and said we'd got to look at the dining room. Terry promptly vanished, but I went to look. The dining room(s) were out in another dimension, sideways from the vestibule, and went off into distance because there were two of them, one small and one truly big, but otherwise identical apart from the size of the tables, and lined with splendid plain wood. I want a dining room like those. Bernard Ashley was in there admiring them too, and we went out together, because it was obviously time to leave.

But I had to stop and ask one of the politest of the polite servitors where the toilet was, because it was a long drive home. And he told me and I found it and it was quite big, with all brass fittings, but not sumptuous. And as I was locking the door, the knob of the bolt came off, leaving the door locked. I thought, This could be VERY embarrassing! Imagine having to get someone to help me get out of here! But after a bit of fiddling, I got the knob back on and pulled back the bolt. Then I thought, But think of a foreign dignitary getting locked in here. If she dropped the knob it would probably roll away under the door. I'd better tell someone. So I went, very doubtfully, to the politest man, and told him. And he beamed and said, 'That's just the kind of thing we like to know about, madam.' Which made me feel a lot better.

And then I found my car and went home.

(Editor's Note for anyone who doesn't know: 10 Downing Street is the official London home of the British prime minister. It is often just called "Number 10" and is very close to the Houses of Parliament. The prime minister is Tony Blair, who is married to a successful barrister, Cherie Blair [Booth]. They have 3 teenage children and one much younger son. Buckingham Palace is where the Queen lives in London. The Tardis is Dr Who's time machine - much bigger on the inside than it appears on the outside!)

(on web archive)

#talks #news bulletins #3rd December 2002

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justcourttee · 3 years

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Adrien asks mari out and she says i would of been so happy in the past but now its too little to late. She's engaged to Damian but they haven't announced it yet

Bittersweet

It had been a while since Adrien had found himself in Gotham City. Too many years to count on his hand. Yet when he received an invite from Marinette he didn’t hesitate to hop on the next flight to attend her gala.

He had no idea that she had created a partnership with Wayne Enterprises, in fact, he had no idea they were interested in the fashion world at all. Then again, why should he be surprised? When Marinette put her mind to something, nothing would get in her way.

Ever since he had taken over his father’s company, Adrien hadn’t had much time to keep up with his old school friends but it hadn’t stopped them from trying to keep him in the loop. From what he could gather, Alya and Nino would also be attending, Rose and Juleka too. It would be nice to see them all again, especially Marinette.

Stepping out from the warmth of his hotel room and into the cool streets, Adrien couldn’t help but let his mind drift to thoughts of her.

It took Marinette moving to the States for him to realize how much he was in love with her. It was something he never wanted to admit seeing how much he adored Ladybug, but as she disappeared from his grasps, he was left to face his true feelings.

Glancing at his phone, Adrien confirmed that he was mere minutes away from the address she had listed. The gala was still a few days away, but Marinette asked if he had wanted to meet up for a late-night coffee, a Gotham specialty. Even her scarf that she had gifted him ages ago couldn’t hide the red on his cheeks as he imagined the perfect date with the girl of his dreams.

He paused, reaching the door of Deja Brew, his heart beating a million miles a minute. Somewhere in this late-night shop was his best friend. How would she react to seeing him again? Would she be as excited as he was? Would she feel the same way as she did?

Taking a deep breath, he pushed through the door, his eyes glancing through the scattered exhausted customers until they landed on her. She still hadn’t noticed his presence, her nose buried into her sketchbook, her coffee still steaming beside her seemingly untouched.

She was early.

The thought almost drew a laugh as he approached the counter to place his order. Of course she would have finally picked up some time management skills by now. Marinette was 27 and slowly making a name for herself as the future of the fashion industry. That wasn’t something accomplished by constant tardiness.

He picked up his cup, placing a ten into the tip jar, the hostess’ raised eyebrows making him smile. He could already hear his father scolding him. After all, that wasn’t the way to becoming a billionaire. You only make money by holding onto it.

Honestly, Adrien didn’t understand why he had to be a billionaire. His father said it would raise the bar for their line, but it just wasn’t in Adrien’s heart to hoard all of the money unnecessarily. Maybe the Waynes offered Marinette the same advice. Maybe they had something they could relate to together.

“Excuse me ma’am, is this seat taken?”

His heart had finally slowed down but as her eyes slowly peeked up at him under her lashes, it immediately began somersaulting once more.

“Oh Gods, Adrien!” She was out of her seat before he even had the chance to set down his coffee, her arms flung around his neck. He hoped and prayed she couldn’t feel his chest threatening to explode. “You should have said something! I’ve gotten into the bad habit of zoning out in public places.”

Her smile was blinding as she unwound herself, slipping back into her seat, motioning for him to sit as well.

“How was the flight? Did you fly private or first class?”

Adrien gasped, his hand covering his chest as if she had shot him.

“I only flew business thank you very much.” Marinette’s look of mock disbelief earned a small chuckle.

“That must have been so hard for you. I really am sorry you went through so much trouble for my sake.”

“You know, I would go through so much more for you Marinette.”

Her smile faltered for a moment, so quick that if he hadn’t been staring so hard at her, he might have missed it. Did his statement make her uncomfortable? He had only meant it jokingly with the truth laced in, but he was sure his eyes gave him away. They always softened when it came to her.

Marinette cleared her voice, her true smile shining once more as if the falter never happened in the first place.

“You’ve missed so much, I don’t even know where to start.”

“How about from the beginning?” She nodded as she dove into her move to the States and how she began as an intern for the CEO, Tim Drake, years ago and slowly worked her way up to personal assistant.

She recounted how Tim found her sketchbook at work one day and showed it to his father. Together they agreed that she was their way into the fashion industry, an investment that could open the door to many more jobs for the Gotham citizens.

It took two years, but she finally had a full line that was presented at Bruce’s first fashion show.

“So many big names were there Adrien! I really thought I was gonna faint!”

His smile became softer and softer as she recounted meeting the rest of the Waynes and finally after six long years, she had made enough of a name for herself to be holding her own official Gala, the Wayne’s simply a sponsor.

“That’s amazing Marinette, you’re amazing.”

She beamed proudly, her smile pulling at his heart.

“I couldn’t have done it without them. They are genuine and kind people and they are pretty much family.” Something glistened in her eyes as she spoke of them. It could have been obvious to anyone, Marinette cared so deeply for these people.

It was Adrien’s turn to falter as an ugly thought passed.

She’s so comfortable here, she would never want to come back to Paris with me.

He was shocked with himself. This was no time for jealousy. His best friend, the love of his life, was excitedly telling him about a future she had built for herself and the only thing he could think was that it was an obstacle keeping her from him?

Adrien desperately wanted to smack his own forehead, but for Marinette’s sake he straightened out his smile instead.

“I’m so sorry. I’ve only been talking about myself! What’s new with you? How’s your dad’s business? Do you have anyone you’re seeing?”

His eyebrow raised at the last question. She asked the question he so desperately wanted to ask her. And she did it so casually, equating it to his work and social life. Did that mean she was also fishing for his response?

“Nothing much. Dad wants to move from a multi-million dollar business to a multi-billion dollar business so he’s been pretty aggressive about money lately. He didn’t even want me flying over here for the gala.”

Marinette snorted much to his amusement. She knew how his dad was and how petty he could be as well.

“And as for your last question,” he paused watching her face carefully. “No, I am not seeing anyone.”

He waited for the reaction, any reaction really. But none came. Instead, she simply nodded as if she expected as much. Maybe he had read into it too much. She really could’ve just been asking for the sake of catching up. Should he ask too? Was that what she was leading up to?

Adrien cleared his throat before taking a long draw from his cup. This was so nerve wracking. She looked so content, so grown. This was a Marinette who had grown leaps and bounds while he was still stuck in this high school romance that was quite possibly one-sided.

“Well, I hate to cut it short but it’s going to be a long day tomorrow and Damian will be here any moment to pick me up.”

She slid out of her seat so effortlessly, her sketch book snapping shut before it disappeared into a bag that he hadn’t even noticed. Her smile was just as warm as he remembered, but something was missing from the girl he loved.

“Your eyes.” The words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Marinette’s smile faltered as she tentatively reached up to touch her eyelid, confusion etching it’s way into her face.

“Is there something near my eyes Adrien?”

“No, no, I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant. I just-” Adrien bit his lip, trying to string his thoughts together before he sounded even more like an idiot. “You used to stare at me with such soft look. I’m sorry I never noticed, but once I did, it was all I could see. Yet now-”

He trailed off as her lips drew into an o, her hand moving slowly from her eye to her lips, trying to hide her shock.

“-now, I can still feel the love in them, love directed at me, but it’s not the same love is it?”

She looked like she wanted to say something, but she couldn't find the right words. He knew she was trying to explain that he was wrong, but couldn’t bring herself to lie. It was the only confirmation he needed.

He slid out of the booth, his hand grasping the scarf slipping from his neck.

“Marinette, I was so excited when you invited me out tonight. In fact, I thought of it as a date.” She tried to reach out, but Adrien took a step back, tears brimming in his eyes. “I don’t blame you at all, please don’t think I’m saying all this to make you feel guilty. I just had to get it off my chest.”

Adrien blinked hard, trying to spill the tears clouding his vision. This was harder to say than he thought. Her eyes were so distracting, the sympathy oozing toward him in waves.

“I love you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I know you’ve made your life here and I would never dream of taking that from you. Hell, if you asked me to, I would drop everything to be at your side in an instance. Is there any chance at all that after the gala ends, we could give this a shot? Just one real date. Not some deluded fantasy I created in my head, but something we both consent to.”

He flinched when her hand finally made contact with his upper arm.

“Adrien, I love you. I really do. But you were right when you said my eyes had changed. That soft look is meant for someone else now. He and I had tried to keep our relationship quiet, but tomorrow at the gala, I was going to announce my engagement to Damian.”

Adrien couldn’t help the small sob that left his mouth. He was painfully aware of the few scattered glances all directed toward him, but he couldn’t help it. He felt Marinette pulling his head down until it laid resting on her shoulder, her small arms wrapping around his figure. It was embarrassing how hard he cried, unable to hold back his sobs any longer.

“I’m so sorry Adrien, I had no idea your feelings had changed. You were always chasing after a dream when we were younger and when I left Paris, I had finally decided that there wasn’t a chance after all between us.”

He knew she meant her words as a comfort, a promise that at one point, she would have gladly accepted his offer. Why couldn’t he have seen it earlier? Why was he so blinded by a partner who never even revealed herself right to the end? He had someone who trusted and loved him with all of their being and he ignored their feelings for a what if.

Adrien slowly pulled himself from her grasp, his smile shaky. He took a moment to use the end of his scarf to dry his soaked face.

“I’m glad you told me that Marinette. I really am. And I hope you and Damian have a long and prosperous life together.”

Her eyes widened, her mouth forming the wait, but he was already out of the door, running. It was a cowards move, one he would mull over all night. But it was too painful to look into the eyes of one you love and only find pity reflecting in them.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“So you came?”

Adrien turned, his smile bittersweet as he embraced Alya, his fist connecting with Nino’s outstretched hand.

“How could I not support her? She’s worked so hard to make this a reality. My feelings can take a backburner for one night.”Their eyes all trailed to the center of the room where she stood, her arm threaded through with the man he assumed to be Damian Wayne. “Besides, you can tell. She loves that man beside her more than anything in this world.”

The glint of the ring on her finger caused an aching in his heart. Despite it all, he really did wish the Wayne boy no ill will. If he was who Marinette chose to spend the rest of her life with, then Adrien trusted her decision.

“I’ve never seen her smile so bright. And to think, I used to believe her smile was at its maximum blindlingness.” Nino’s chuckle earned a small chuckle from Adrien as well.

There was no denying it.

Marinette was where she belonged. The only thing left was for him to support her in any way that he could. And that was exactly what he planned to do.

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no one rips it up like you

Fandom: Doctor Who

Summary: You are tired of being second best. Hell, you are not even second best. You don't know what number you are on in regard of the Doctor's priority.

Warning: ooc, angst, plot holes as usual, attempted suicide, death, etc. You have been warned.

You are tired of being second best. Hell, you are not even second best. You don't know what number you are on in regard of the Doctor's priority. The first place certainly belong to Amy and then River, if the rumour about River being the Doctor's wife is true.

You tried not to be jealous of Amy who have the most of the Doctor's attention. But it is hard. You were both his current companion and yet it feels like you are nothing to him. You were not as brave, smart or sassy, like Amy or River. Those are the sort of behaviour the Doctor encouraged in companion. He need that quality in his companion so that they can keep up with him.

You have no idea what the Doctor saw in you at the beginning when he invited you into his Tardis but it certainly an opportunity of lifetime and so you accepted his offer. The first time you did meet the Doctor, you did show that once-in-a-while bravery and maybe that is why the Doctor thought you deserved an invitation into his Tardis. Unfortunately, you don't always show that quality of yours during adventure. Honestly, you didn't even have to, what with Amy on the spot ready to speak out her mind, being sassy as hell, toward villains of the days, which always earned her the Doctor's proud smile. And on the occasion of adventures where you stumble with River and her awesomeness, the Doctor is quick to flirt with her.

You didn't hate Amy or River; jealous, yes, as ugly as that emotion is, it is quite normal. But you found friendship with Amy and respect for River. Amy is kind and protective of you as you often unable to talk back when people are mean to you. River saved your life during the weeping angels fiasco and a few times after. For some reason, River seemed to have some soft spot for you. But then again, maybe she did that because you are the Doctor's companion. She showed concern for you the few times you met which is more that you can say about the Doctor.

The thing is at first, it wasn't like that. The Doctor always gave both you and Amy the same amount of attention. Somehow along the way, that changed. If you have to point the change, it must be after you, River and the Ponds got invitation from the future Doctor at Lake Silencio. You noticed that the Doctor is always staring at Amy borderline obsessive, as if he is trying to record her every movement. He never has time for you anymore, always quick to be distracted by anything or by Amy.

It hurts. It is so hurt. At first, you endured it but when time passes and he still ignored you, you have to wonder if he grew tired of you and if he is leaving hints that he want you to leave the Tardis.

No one noticed your pain. At least, you thought so, until Rory talked to you and asked if you are okay.

"I'm always alright." You said with a forced smile. You were honestly surprised that he noticed. You always thought he only have eyes for Amy. But you should have known. Rory is soft and kind to everyone he met and that of course included you.

"Then why do you look so sad? why do you look like you wanted to cry?" He asked in concern.

You didn't meant to but you started to cry in front of him.

Rory gave you a hug as he awkwardly patted your back in comforting gesture. He gave you tissue to wipe your tears and snots as you told him your insecurity and how lonely you felt most of the times.

"I know it was childish of me. Why do I want him to pay attention to me anyway?" You sniffed as fresh hot tears once more filled your eyes. "I am so stupid."

Rory look pained when he heard your confession. He comforted you, saying the right words to make you feel better about yourself and your situation.

"I'm sorry." You said after you calmed down some. "I didn't meant to cry on you."

"It's okay. We are friends, aren't we? If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, feel free to ask me."

You couldn't help but smile at that. "Aren't you afraid Amy will be jealous?"

Rory snorted, not unkindly. "I don't think Amy is capable of being jealous."

You chuckled as you agreed with his statement. Amy is so perfect and so lucky to have a loyal husband as Rory. You only wished you have half of her charm.

7777

You didn't know what you were thinking anyway when you saw right before your eyes of the two Doctors' presence in the St.John's Base. No, wait, of course, you do, you wish one of them can maybe pay attention to you now, that is how pathetic you are. Heck, you would settle for the ganger Doctor if only he will turn his eyes on you. But, of course, his eyes glued only on Amy, despite her treatment of his ganger status.

You don't know what your stand is about the gangers but you know the Doctor will want peace between humans and gangers and so, naturally, you will stand by his firm belief. The Doctor is kind and strive to do the right thing and you can only wish and try to do the same thing as he did. You watched as Amy giggled as the Doctor talked to her and spun the chair she was in around. How come he never spend any time with you anymore? Was there something wrong with you?

You sighed as you tried to compose yourself as you instead try to approach the ganger Doctor but he barely able to keep his eyes off Amy, only give you a half-smile, before leaving you behind to go to Amy. Amy, always Amy! You hated yourself for resenting Amy, she is your friend. This feeling of yours is disgusting. No wonder the Doctor didn't pay attention to you. You are so ugly on the inside.

It was at that moment that you realized you have to either confront the Doctor for the truth or just leave the Tardis forever before your ugly emotion took full control of you. But, you are a coward, you are afraid to confront the Doctor. What if he really ask you to leave? What if he thinks you are not good enough to be his companion? Because, the truth is, you don't want to leave the Doctor or the Tardis. So, what now? Do you just have to endure this pain and hope someday he will set his eyes on you again?

"(name)? (name)!"

You blinked your eyes through the tears.

The Doctor is standing right in front of you with concern in his eyes.

You wiped your tears. You gulped. "I think I got something in my eyes..." You said dumbly.

The Doctor look pained at your words. "You can tell me anything that is bothering you."

"Can I, really?" You didn't meant to say that but you sort of blurted it out.

The Doctor look surprised that you even have to ask that. "Of course. You are my friend, (name), I care for you."

You bit your lips. "I..." You can't tell him anything. What if he really ask you to leave later? But the dam is finally broken, despite your will, you ended up blurting it out. "Am I still good enough to be your friend?"

The Doctor frowned at that.

"Have you grow tired of me yet?" You asked again despite uttering those despairing questions brought more tears and heartache inside you.

"What bring this on?" The Doctor asked in concern.

You scoffed. "You have been ignoring me since forever. If you wanted me to leave, you should have say so." You wanted to hit yourself for saying that.

"Have I? I didn't realize that I hurt you this badly." The Doctor whispered softly. "I'm so sorry, (name)."

You wiped your tears again. You refused to look at the Doctor, ashamed and honestly unable to face him anymore.

The Doctor put his hand over yours. He then pulled your chin up so that you look at him. He smiled kindly at you but his eyes bore sorrow. "You will always be my friend, (name), my precious, soft and kind, friend. I didn't meant to make you feel less about yourself. What I have been doing...I am not ignoring you, (name), I have my reasons and you will understand soon." He said as he used his thumb to wipe your tears. "I promise."

You stared at him hesitantly hopeful. Seeing the expression on his face makes you feel guilty for thinking the worst of him but also you feel the tension inside you slowly crumble away. "You better keep your promise..." You finally replied, forcing a smile on your face for his benefit.

He grinned at you.

You stood up, wanting to leave the room to wash your face when Amy entered the room in a hurry, quick to approach the Doctor. You bumped into the ganger Doctor. You apologized but he ignored you as he tried to reach out to Amy. Amy yelled at him to stay away. You were rooted to the spot as you watched the rest of the crew turned against the ganger Doctor despite the Doctor's protest. You left the room and goes to the bathroom, washing your face a few times, hoping to wash away the evidence of your breakdown.

As you stared at the mirror at your reflection, you flinched suddenly at the sudden sharp headaches. You sighed as you pulled a medicine strip from your pocket. You have been having headaches every time after you have a crying fit so you took the medicines everywhere you goes. After you swallowed a pill, you took another look at your reflection, forcing yourself to smile cheerfully. You sighed and returned to face the music.

The Doctor spoke really fast at everyone about his plan, sending you a smile once in a while. You smiled back at him.

You really thought that everything will be fine now. But series of events revealed that the Doctor is actually a ganger and that he switched place with the original Doctor. You were confused then, was it all a lie then? If he was the ganger, does everything he says to you still true? You felt like the ground beneath you is about to crack under pressure.

The ganger Doctor stared at you in sorrow after he said his goodbye with Amy. He suddenly pulled you into a hug as he whispered to you. "Everything I said to you is true, (name), so it is also true for him."

You stared at him after he pulled away. "I believe you when you said it but I don't think..." You turned to stare at the original Doctor who looked at your interaction with his ganger-self curiously.

The ganger Doctor cupped your face. "Be more confident in yourself." He said and then he kissed your forehead. "Good bye, (name)." He pushes you toward the Doctor who is quick to pull you away and inside the Tardis.

You turned toward the ganger Doctor just as the door is closed and the last thing you saw is his kind eyes and sad smile and your heart broke for him.

You fell down on the floor as the Doctor goes to the console to put coordinates to get the Tardis away.

It was Rory who come to you and asked if you are okay as Amy went to apologizes to the Doctor.

7777

It was revealed that Amy is a ganger and that she has apparently been kidnapped for a long time. The Doctor finally revealed why he was obsessed with Amy. You felt like a fool once you learned the truth.

The Doctor and Rory quickly prepared themselves to go to wars so to speak.

You were tasked to get River on board the Tardis as you made your way to her prison room at Stormcage. River is dressed beautifully and is humming a song when you saw her. You explained what is going on to her.

"Demons Run?" She asked you. She look stunned. "This is the day the Doctor found out who I really am." She turned to look at you suddenly and her eyes look sad. She walked toward you and pulled one of your hands. "I'm so sorry, (name), but you need to remember to hold on for the Doctor. He will need you."

You blinked in confusion.

River smiled before stepping away from you, not explaining what she meant.

7777

The Doctor was able to rescue Amy and baby Melody. You honestly didn't do anything worthy during the mission but you still feel victorious when you saw the Ponds reunited and crying over the baby. The Doctor walked into a room and put his arms on you as he watched the Ponds with a satisfied smile. He exchanged a look at you and grinned. You couldn't help but chuckles.

You smiled as you also played with baby Melody. You were in awe of the newborn. Amy jokingly called you to be the god mother of her baby. You smiled widely at her as you declared yourself to be the best aunt ever. Deep inside you feel guilty for ever resenting Amy before.

You thought that will be the happy ending they need to wrap it up. But the Doctor said they can't leave the base until they figure out why they want Amy's baby. The Doctor left to meet Madam Vastra in the control room.

You smiled as you watched baby Melody inside the Doctor's crib as Rory and Amy playfully argued with each other. You left to follow the Doctor once Amy have baby Melody in her arms humming a lullaby. You walked on the long corridor into the console room where you saw Madam Vastra and Dorium who went back to where the others are.

Your smartphone suddenly rang. The contact said 'Home'. You received the call just as you are about to enter the room but stopped short when you heard the Doctor yelled at the monitor.

It was Madam Kovarian. For someone who already lost, she sounded so smug.

"Oh Doctor, fooling you once was a joy, but fooling you twice the same way? It's a privilege." Madam Kovarian grinned evilly at him. before the communication shut off by itself.

The Doctor looked confused at first before his eyes widened in horror but just as he turned around to leave the room, he bumped into you. He was surprised to see you and more surprised when he suddenly feel a sudden sharp pain in his body. His eyes widened in disbelief as he took a look at you.

You were staring at him with blank eyes. On your hand, a bloodied knife make its contact with the Doctor's flesh body.

"(name)?"

You pulled the knife out and then twist it back inside a few more times, still with a blank expression on your face.

The Doctor gripped his wounds with his hands. He reached out to you with one of his bloodied hand, smearing his blood on your face before falling to the floor.

You blinked your eyes a few times as the haze inside your mind finally cleared. You glanced down and screamed at what you saw. You quickly bend your knees as you fussed over the Doctor. The Doctor is not responsive.

You ran into the console in front of you trying to use speaker system to call out Rory for help but for the life of you, you couldn't figure all the buttons. You finally figures it out and you screamed for Rory, telling him the Doctor is hurt. You have no idea though if your voice come through.

It was then you notice the blood on your hands and the bloodied knife in your grip. You dropped the knife in horror as your mind slowly supplied what it meant.

You couldn't breathe. Your heart pounding hard. Your head is splitting with a sudden sharp headache. You fell on the floor. You stared at your hands as your body trembled from shock and fear. You screamed. You screamed and screamed. Distinctly you know you should warn everyone, should get the Doctor the help he needed, but for some reason, you couldn't stop screaming.

Your vision suddenly started to grew blurry before black is all you can see. Distinctly you saw the Doctor's body started to glow yellow just before you lose consciousness.

7777

You woke up inside your room back in the Tardis.

"You are awake."

Your mind does not register the presence of a man in black suit. You blinked a few times until your vision cleared.

The man stared at you flatly.

"W-who are you?" You asked nervously clutching on your blanket.

"The Doctor."

You blinked in confusion. "What about him?"

He raised his attack eyebrows at you, not impressed that you still not getting it. "I am him."

Your mind went blank at that. It was then you remembered, finding the Doctor's bloodied figure on the floor. You gasped. "The Doctor...is dead..."

"I'm really not. I regenerated. Well, that part was very surprising considering I should no longer have any regeneration left." The Doctor said.

"I...I killed him."

The Doctor stared at you, not contradicting your claim. He sat there, observing you as you cried, full on sobbing. He made no move to comfort you. He looked cross.

You sobbed tearfully. "What have I done?"

He sighed. "Don't cry. I am no good at crying human."

You glanced at him. "Are you really him? Are you really the Doctor?"

"I already said I am." He said a tad harsh, making you flinched. "Get some rest. We will talk again once you refresh." He left the room.

You watched him go and wonder if he hates you now. Well he has every reason to hate you, after all, you did kill his previous self.

7777

Amy and Rory are wary around you and you can't blame them. But they did filled you in about what happened that day.

You were saddened when you found out they lost their baby and surprised at the revelation that River is actually Melody.

The Ponds also have hard time accepting the new Doctor. He is so different from his previous self. For once, he claimed he now ban hugging.

River visited the Tardis via vortex manipulator and went to talk to the Doctor, flashing you a kind smile as she saw you.

You followed her and eavesdrop on her conversation with the Doctor something about your brainwave pattern.

The Doctor suddenly opened the door and pulled you inside. You nearly stumbled if not for his firm grip.

"Doctor." River warned. "Be gentle."

They explained that someone hacked your brainwave pattern causing you to do thing you normally would not do. He wants to inject you with some chip so that he can always monitor your brainwave pattern at all times and isolates whatever cause you to turn against the Doctor.

You agreed because you don't want to put anyone else in danger. But you got the sense that this Doctor doesn't take no for an answer from you right now.

"I don't understand how can someone hack into my brain like that? I think I would know if someone did something to me."

"Would you? Even Amy herself has no idea she was kidnapped for so long..." River said.

"Are you telling me that I am a ganger too?" You asked.

"I think someone did something to you sometimes after the Ponds' wedding."

"I would know, wouldn't I?" You asked brokenly. "How can someone mess with my mind like this and I have no idea? How can they made me hurt the D...hurt you? How can they make me a killer without my knowledge?"

River glanced at you sympathetically. She knew how it feels to have no control over mind and body.

The Doctor exhaled. "I have no idea. But I will find out. And when I do, I will make them pay for whatever they did to you." He said as he glanced at you. "That is a promise."

7777

You weren't coping well with the fact that you have taken the Doctor's life despite him able to escape death by regenerating.

Despite the Doctor's promise to find whoever did this to you, he is mostly busy hunting down Kovarian. You can hardly begrudging the fact once again you are not his first priority. Melody is still need rescuing after all. And you prayed that they will find her soon. Even if apparently Melody will turned out okay as she will become River.

River had told the Doctor to be discreet so that Kovarian will never find out that he has regenerated already.

Everyone is still talking about Lake Silencio and the fact the Doctor died there in his eleventh form.

River had the idea of using the Doctor's ganger from their time at St.John's Base to trick the silence.

And that is how you found yourself face to face with a ghost.

Amy is happy to reunite with the ganger Doctor especially since he has the face of the raggedy man she knew and loved.

You were happy too but mostly you are afraid of his reaction upon finding out that you had killed the Doctor that has the same face as him. So, you mostly keep your distance.

You were hiding from both Doctors somewhere in the Tardis but the ganger Doctor somehow able to find you.

"So, this is where you have been hiding..." He murmured as he glanced down at you who were sitting on the floor with a book.

You glanced up at him. "Yeah, well, I can't find a hole to bury myself under so..."

He sighed as he took a seat on the floor beside you. "It wasn't your fault..."

You didn't bother replying to that statement because you didn't believe it.

The ganger Doctor sat beside you, no words are exchanged. He glanced at you with sorrow in his eyes, making you unable to ignore with him or focus on your own book.

"What?"

"(name), you are forgiven, always and completely." He said as he hold one of your hands.

"I thought that you said it wasn't my fault."

"It is not your fault. But it seemed to me that you need to have forgiveness. So, I'm telling you now..."

You felt your face gotten hot as tears threaten to fell on your cheeks. "I wish he said it. Because the one I did wrong to is him."

"He probably think you know that it wasn't your fault and that there is nothing to forgive."

"How can you be sure? He is no longer the same as you. He has different opinions for everything now."

"He is still me, still the Doctor, just slightly different." He said. "Though that rules of him, of no hugging is rubbish."

You chuckled at that.

He beamed, satisfied being able to make you laugh a little.

7777

The presence of the ganger Doctor lessen your guilt a bit. You could almost lied to yourself that he is the Doctor that you lost.

And then you learned of what the Doctor and River planned for the ganger Doctor. They wanted him to take the Doctor's place to die in Lake Silencio.

"Will he survive it?" You asked. You don't want to lose him. The first time is hard enough, you don't think you can handle it.

No one answered you.

You shook your head. "You can't just sacrifice him."

"We have no choice. If we didn't the paradox will destroy half of the world... It was a fixed point in time. The Doctor dies at Lake Silencio."

You glared at the Doctor. "You said all life matters. Are you saying ganger don't matter now?"

"(name)..." River spoke up.

"It isn't fair!" You yelled at them.

The twelfth Doctor scoffed at you. "Life is never fair. If it is not because of you, I would still be in my previous form and I would be the one who die on that lake. Instead I died in the hand of a so called friend. Stab multiply times actually."

"Doctor!!" River warned him with a glare at his harshness.

You felt like you were being slapped. You glanced at his face, trying to hold back your tears. You left the room without a word.

The ganger Doctor glared at the Doctor. "I sometimes forgot how stupid I can be..." He said coldly at the original. He turned to look after you.

7777

In order to trick Kovarian and the silence, the ganger Doctor has to take the Doctor's place and continue his merry way having adventures with his companions.

You and Amy honestly loves it, it was like having the real him back. It was apparent that you both has a hard time getting along with the new Doctor.

You reluctantly said your goodbye once again with the ganger Doctor as the time come for him to go to the Lake Silencio. Was it always been the ganger Doctor then who died at the beginning?

You never able to mend your relationship with the new Doctor. He is just too cold, too unapproachable.

You wanted to leave. What was the point of staying when he doesn't even want you around? But he won't let you leave until he solve your brainwave pattern.

He noticed that your brain chemicals seemed unbalance, making you get stressed out. He prescribed you with drug to combat it.

But honestly you felt toxic. You didn't think you could stay with him in his Tardis or having adventures. You simply no longer have the energy for it. You were done with the Doctor.

River had begged you to stay. "Remember what I said at Stormcage, to hold on the Doctor? I need you to do that right now."

"He doesn't need me. He has you, Amy and Rory. Why would he want me around, his killer?"

River revealed that she is also the Doctor's killer. She told you that she is the person behind the spacesuit at Lake Silencio. She told you how she was born and raised to kill the Doctor. She said she understood you for she too has no control over her body when she shot the Doctor back then. And yet the Doctor forgives her.

You were surprised. If what she said is true, then it makes sense why she seemed to have soft spot for you. But that is also meant she always knew that you will ended up killing the Doctor and she didn't say anything or try to stop it. You were a bit upset at her for that.

"I can't interfere. Like I said, your future is my past. I can't change anything." River said. "No matter how much I want to."

7777

The Doctor glanced at your brainwave pattern at the monitor in the console room. He exhaled. He still has no idea how to fix you. Deep inside he was enraged at whoever screw you up just to get to him.

He suspected it was Kovarian's scheme too at first but if it was really her, she would know by now that the Doctor has regenerated. It seemed his lies back in Lake Silencio worked out.

But he does think about the prophecy Dorium talked, something regarding Trenzalore. Has that prophecy become invalid then? As it spoke of the fall of the Eleventh and he has actually regenerated into his Twelfth form.

He recalled his conversation with his ganger version. He had warned him to get his bearing together or he will end up losing you and the Ponds.

Sometimes the Doctor wonder if he is still the Doctor. He felt disconnected from his usual Doctor persona.

7777

Following the ganger Doctor and River's advice, you tried to talk to the Doctor but it just hard. He made it hard. He is so stern and cold unlike his past version.

You talked to Amy and Rory about it and they both agreed to try to bond with the new Doctor as best as they can. After all the Doctor is a dear friend. They have to try to reconnect with him. He is worth the effort.

It was Amy that is able to break through the ice around the Doctor. You frowned as you saw Amy hugged him despite his protests. They were arguing before but Amy is able to get through him.

You were jealous. No matter which Doctor, they always prefer Amy over you.

The Tardis currently landed in Cardiff for refuel. You got out of the Tardis in daze with tears in your eyes. You walked for how long until you found yourself seated on a bench.

You snapped out of your daze when your smartphone is ringing. The contact 'Home' displayed on the screen. You received the call and everything turned black.

7777

"You are awake." A computer-generated voice called out to you.

You jerked awake in confusion as you took in your new surrounding.

There is a monitor on the wall with a screensaver of sort that spelled GI.

"Petta, report on the Doctor." The voice said.

You were confused. Who is Petta?

The voice repeated the command.

"It won't work." The Doctor replied suddenly.

You turned toward the Doctor in confusion but he paid you no mind as he glanced at the monitor.

"Intruder alert. Intruder alert." The voice sounded an alarm.

The Doctor look bored. "Don't bother. My friends has this base of yours surrounded by now." He said. "GI...right? Great Intelligence? Not that smart eh? Why don't you scan her?"

You were scared now. "Doctor, what is going on?"

A ray of light suddenly scanned you and the voice replied in monotone voice, "Non-human detected. Analysis showed a flesh ganger."

You felt like you are being slapped. You are a ganger? "Doctor!!" You yelled at him.

He finally turned to you. He walked toward you and touched the side of your forehead and a flashback memory assaulted your sense.

You were back at the Demons Run watching yourself just after you found the Doctor's bloodied form. You watched as the you of that time frantically trying to call for help and then noticing the bloody knife on your hands. You had screamed as the realization of what you have done come over you. You watched yourself sobbed in despair and then you stabbed yourself.

You gasped and jerked away from the vision. You don't remember doing that last part.

You heard the Doctor is explaining to the Great Intelligence how his plan to get you to kill him failed and what he did to save you.

The Doctor has just regenerated and the first thing he saw was your dying self. Despite still out of sort, he knew what he has to do. He managed to save you and then he put you inside the flesh technology on the lab at Demons Run.

Your flesh self actually is somewhat free from whatever virus infecting your original self. The Great Intelligence had apparenty brainwash your original self to kill the Doctor and then yourself. With how they messed with your brain chemical, it was easy to make yourself commit suicide afterward.

But the GI didn't count on the Doctor regenerating and able to save you. The Doctor had made a flesh ganger of you and set you as a bait to trap the GI to show itself. The chip inside you is also serve as a tracker. That is how the Doctor is able to get here as fast as he is.

The Doctor demanded that the GI undo what it has done to your original self.

The GI had laughed in that grating computer voice of it. The monitor show the sims-like man cartoon of an old man with sinister face, mocking the Doctor for his inability to fully save you.

"The reason you made a copy of flesh ganger is because you know Petta will obey me and when she woke up to find you alive, she will have no choice but to kill you again and then herself." The GI grinned.

The Doctor look very cross but didn't deny the GI's claim. He started threatening the GI in his fury of the oncoming storm.

You froze, still stuck on the loop of what the GI had said about your original self.

Despite his carefully constructed plan, the GI had managed to escape from the Doctor's grasp albeit wounded through the computer virus the Doctor uploaded.

The Doctor has no idea what even the GI is but he will not rest until he recapture him. He turned to look at you.

"Does everyone but me know that I am not real?" You asked.

The Doctor didn't reply at first but he eventually nodded.

"Did the ganger Doctor also know?"

The Doctor nodded again.

You snorted. "So, everyone know and lie to me about it all."

The Doctor didn't say anything.

"Where is my real body then? Inside the Tardis, yeah? Where?" You asked him.

"Does it matter?"

"Where is my true body, Doctor?!" You screamed at him.

7777

It makes sense now. Amy and Rory were not wary of you. That was pity for you, of being the one in the dark, out of the loop. Everyone kindness was just a lie.

You glanced at your original self lying weakly on the bed. Your life is still on the line it seemed. You often spend your time staring at yourself which probably isn't healthy but who cares?

You made your way to the machine that held a life support system and considering to terminate it.

"Step away from it, (name)." You heard the Doctor's demand.

"Why? Do you think this is what we want? Do you think we could live with it after being a killer?"

"I am here. You are not a killer. And I will fix you."

"And then what? You will erased my memory of the truth?"

The Doctor didn't reply but something on his expression convinced you that it was indeed his plan.

You scoffed in disbelief.

"Why does it matter? Didn't my ganger self had told you already that you are forgiven?"

"Even if you could, do you really think I could forgive myself? I will always be a threat to you!"

"I swear to you no matter how long, no matter what, I will find a way to fix you. You can live a normal life." The Doctor pleaded. "Just don't do this. Don't throw it all away."

"I'm sorry, Doctor."

"I'm sorry too, (name)." The Doctor pointed his sonic screwdriver at you, much to your shock, and vaporizing you.

The Doctor stepped toward the bed, staring at you with sorrow. "I will protect you, (name), even from yourself."

A/N: As usual I ended up writing different from what I've planned and it probably not gonna making any sense again. Honestly, I always ended up not finishing my stories but not on purpose, mostly because i have no idea how to fill in the blank. i'm really bad at this. But writing when I have the boost for it is fun so I hope you have fun reading this too. Please leave comments if you like this. Take care of yourself, stay safe.

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Some various thoughts from my Classic Who watch, the first half of season 3.

Galaxy 4 maybe has one of the thinnest plots so far, there really isn’t a lot to it. But it also felt like it lay the groundwork for some of Doctor Who’s morals. I mentioned before that you have the ‘beautiful’ Drahvins and the ‘ugly’ Rills who don’t fit their stereotypical morality, and I think it’s also one of the first times that the Doctor risks his life to help some people when he had the opportunity to leave in the TARDIS immediately. Maybe that sort of thing has happened before, but it felt very pronounced and purposeful this time, rather than the Doctor and crew just getting caught up in events and going with the flow. They still leave the Drahvins to die though, which you can’t exactly blame them for but it’s not something the show would often do now.

Mission to the Unknown... exists. Or, rather, doesn’t. I don’t think it does anything that isn’t done by the first episode or two of the Master Plan proper, so I’m not really sure why it’s a thing. I suppose it acts as a hype-up for the longer story? Whatever.

The Myth Makers is fun! I’m always a slut for ancient history stories. The characters in this one are fun. Vicki’s send-off is a little unsatisfying and out of nowhere though- even stranger is that, almost the opposite of all of the heart-touching farewell scenes that the show has done until now, Vicki goes into the TARDIS to say goodbye to the Doctor and then we don’t get to see that scene, we only see her coming out again afterward. I wonder what they said. We need more stories with post-Myth Makers Vicki.

The Daleks’ Master Plan was actually pretty good! It almost felt like a combination of their previous greatest hits, but not in a way that felt derogatory. Random thoughts: -I don’t think it was intentional, but the entrances into the evil space councilroom being a white ramp next to black corridors looked kinda surreal, and one scene where people were walking in from both at once looked like they were coming in from different dimensions or something. -Bringing the Monk back was obviously a good idea, and it was very funny when he accidentally ended up bouncing between the Daleks and the Tardis team, trying to quick-talk his way out of trouble with each party, always insisting he’s on the side of whoever’s caught him now. -It occurred to me how really fantastic Big Finish tie-ins this story has that expand on the characters and concepts. The Sara Kingdom trilogy (especially Guardian of the Solar System) for Sara, Mavic Chen and the SSS. The Perfect Prisoners for the Galactic Council and their various species. And Daughter of the Gods for Katarina.

Had a bit of trouble following The Massacre, it’s one of those stories I might enjoy more if I knew anything at all about the historical event. I mean, as far as I know it did a pretty good job showing the build-up to the eponymous massacre. But I think even if any moving footage of the serial surviving, I would’ve had a hard time telling the difference between all the men with beards and fancy outfits. That said, shout out to the Loose Cannon fans who made all the recons I’m watching because they put so much work into these things, especially The Massacre which I think had almost no surviving screencaps. Oh and the final scene really is wonderful. Steven being angry, the Doctor being introspective, and then Dodo barrelling into the TARDIS. The way the Doctor and Dodo are immediately 100% down for kidnapping Dodo while Steven loses his mind over it. Fantastic, 10/10 dynamic.

#my thoughts #one #vicki #steven #katarina #sara #dodo #daleks

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youwontlikethisblog · 2 years

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To The Person You Love

Hello world.

I know it's been a while since I wrote a post for an episode of YSBLF. Today so happened to be a day that I had time to watch an episode and while I wanted to watch it just to watch, now I'm writing a post about it.

We are still on the day that Betty finds the letter but instead of focusing so much on Betty and Armando I want to focus on Marcela. I found this episode very interesting because of her ever since I first watched it.

In my post about Marcela I mentioned that when we get to see the softer sides of her, still, they are always rough. For example this day when Aura and Freddy show up to her office upon request because of their tardiness Aura and Freddy are over the moon and in love. This is something that Marcela seems to long for and it hurts to see her go through that.

She watches as Freddy says he'll take the fall for Aura, that if a head must roll that it should be his. He holds her hand, stares at her with adoration and they look like two love birds, fighting for who will sacrifice themselves for their loved one. All the while Marcela stares, like a child seeing a baker place a big chocolate cake in the display window of a bakery.

While before, when they first entered her office she was cold, sarcastic, and even mocking of them, as she watches Freddy's loyal love for Aura Maria she softens.

Let's go back to the past, a few months ago something very similar happened. When Aura was kicked out of her house by her parents and Freddy did all he could to make sure that Aura wasn't fired from her job despite the fact he was angry at hurt by her, Marcela had a serious talk with Aura and told her to stop messing around with men who didn't care about her or were serious about her.

In that scene Aura said something about Freddy and if she was referring to him; which she then said "Men who are better looking and better educated are after me." meaning she had better options than a mail man in eco moda who wasn't ugly, but broke. Marcela told her that those men didn't care for Aura and only wanted her for a fling while Freddy did care about her.

In this current scene while Freddy offers his head and says he doesn't have much to offer Aura now that he'll be unemployed Aura shakes her head and says she has to be responsible for what she's done.

At this Marcela interrupts them. When Freddy again tries to say it should only be him who should pay for both of their tardiness Marcela listens and she asks Aura if this time it's serious; who replies that it is and she now understands and knows what she has with Freddy is more important than a fling.

At this Marcela says "It makes me very happy to see you both like this. I know the type of peace and comfort that being next to the one you love produces. The only thing I'll tell you is that you have to take care of your relationship and that you have to be dedicated to one another. Aura Maria don't search for anything more than what you already found in Freddy."

"No ma'am."

"Don't cause pain to the person who loves you. That's horrible."

This scene caught me for a number of reasons. I think at first when I heard her say those things I rolled my eyes and said something along the lines of Marcela being such a hypocrite and not realizing that she causes harm to the one she loves' but now I see it from another point.

Though being next to Armando produces a sense of peace for her, she's aware of the damage she's causing. That final "That's horrible." was a double edge sword as she herself knew what that pain felt like but she also knew what that guilt was like. It kind of saddens me to see her like this.

To see a side of her that is aware of the damage she inflicts in the relationship, to her "loved" one and how horrible it is to feel the guilt of it but also of how it feels to receive that pain in return.

A longing for her to have a partner that is dedicated to her like she wishes. A partner that also cares about their relationship.

Armando wasn't only culpable of one sin in the relationship which was infidelity. He wasn't dedicated to Marcela because he didn't love her. He didn't respect or take care of his relationship with her because he didn't love her. The lack of love he felt for her caused Marcela to be wounded.

I'm not dismissing anything I said in my "Marcela Valencia Part A" post, in fact this is sort of an unofficial follow up to it.

While Marcela wanted Armando to be dedicated to her, she never really did understand what healthy dedication was and what a real sense of peace being with the one you love could produce. As I'm editing this post I keep going back to that scene when Betty breaks up with Armando after the poem. In this scene Armando told Betty "Our relationship is harmonic." and it's interesting to hear Marcela mention these words and see just how contradicting her relationship is, not only in the way Armando treats her and their relationship but the way she also treats Armando and their relationship. I suppose the peace she refers to is sort of like when you know your trained your best for a race, the effort and sacrifice and when you win you feel accomplished. I suppose in a sense that's what Marcela felt when she was next to Armando, even if he had been out with a model or two and snuck out, that he came home, to her. That he had decided to mature, with her. That he had chosen her, not out of love, but out of duty and it's sad that for Marcela that was enough. That he would be with her and that's degrading to both them. For Armando he felt he was only an object in the relationship, had no real say or opinion, no real identity. For Marcela, even if she did want to love him, she didn't trust him, but she wanted for him to be the one. She was in love, not with him, but the idea of him.

As I say in every post about her, Marcela had a right to feel like she did. The only problem lies with how she always reacted to it. She placed her ego and her vanity before the person she said she loved. She placed her needs and wants before the person she loved. This toxic mentality she had she justified with Armando's actions but deep down, as she saw herself become more and more erratic and possessive of Armando she saw just how that pushed him away, further distancing himself from her, therefore no longer having that peace that she used to have with him.

This peace was really a security blanket for their relationship. The peace of mind that Armando wouldn't leave her, despite his affairs.

When she said "Don't look for anything more than what you already found in Freddy." it clicked. 'Armando looked for something more even when he had me." This distancing she doesn't solely blame on her actions but she blames them on Armando and his lover. The pain she feels she blames it on Armando and his lover.

While one can argue that she's right to blame Armando for this pain, and she is, after all he has been unfaithful to Marcela in all of their relationship and has gaslit her about this last affair of his, which has impacted him a lot, Marcela once again fails to see her faults.

Once again to drag Betty through the mud I have to say this.

Later on when Marcela goes to Armando's office, saying she is in a hurry to get him out of there because she felt like his lover was going to ruin their trip to Palm Beach Betty and Armando's body language is so very interesting.

The scene reminds me of a video games. When Marce enters the office Armando hides the letter, which we hear a little mischievous and curious piano sequence, Marcela notices this but continues on in her mission. Marcela tries to speak calmly and without throwing any insinuations i.e. walking around eggshells.

Armando tells Marcela that his life is in Betty's hand and she gets to decide whether he goes out to lunch or waits to eat in the airplane. When the conversation involves Betty Marce speaks in a very...como se dice...mocking tone, but calmly. At this Armando, calmly, calls out for Betty to make sure.

Betty steps out, happily as could be until she notices Marcela. Armando grabs his stress ball and begins to use it, while Betty speaks Armando keeps glancing at Marcela. Marcela pets her hair, she has a look of superiority and vanity as Betty speaks until Betty says that she doesn't think he should travel because of the new launch collection(which btw what the hell happened to it?).

As Betty speaks Marcela stares in awe and shock and then shoe goes off. She starts saying that it was their plan all along and that Betty always lends herself to be a procuress (a women who procures prostitutes' or helps further and illicit affair.) to Armando's plans. Betty, now more sure of herself the night before in a mocking but soft voice says she has no idea what she's referring to while Armando tries to buffer, calmly, and panicked.

Marcela returns with her authoritative possessiveness and tells him "Don't call me love. Don't treat me like an imbecile. I don't want you to keep playing with me, do you understand me Armando? Because you two had it well planned, of course! So that I would think we were both traveling with Mario for what? So that I fell perfectly and accepted traveling only for you to come up with this! So you could stay by yourself!"

It so contradicting to what she said in her office to Aura and Freddy.

The problem? Armando would be by himself to continue his affair. Marcela was looking forward to take him out and reconcile their love and relationship(I mean what love and relationship amiright?) and now it all comes to a halting stop. She allows her anger and her emotions to control her as she talks to Armando. While before, at the start, he tried to be calm and civil now he starts to yell at her which I noticed he doesn't do with Betty when they are disputing something.

She claps and tells him that he won, that he can stay with her. Armando then runs after her, they're yelling in the hall again.

The short clip we get of Betty shows a "Metí la pata, pero y que?" which is so different from the way she usually is.

It shows a disinterested person where Betty doesn't care for Marcela or feels guilty for it anymore, but does feel guilty that Armando has to deal with this side of Marcela. She's sure of her relationship with Armando.

In the hall Marcela threatens that their relationship and marriage is cancelled, that they won't be together anymore. While in her office Armando tries to explain things to her.

At the end the way he begs her "understand that, please, be rational." Marcela stands up from behind her desk, again, in a mocking manner(I have been misspelling this word in mostly all of my post and I am so pissed at this that I am appalled I've called myself a writer for so long) and sarcastic tells him that it is such a coincidence then that Betty can't handle the providers and contracts, like she has done every time he travels.

This again reminds me of that scene in my last post where in public Armando is the torment, the abuser and terrible cheating fiancé while Marcela is the poor victim but behind closed doors, Armando is begging her to be rational and understand that he was going to travel with her but that this was something that wasn't planned and it was understandable because he had never traveled so close to a new collection launch but Marcela isn't budging.

It's easy to understand why Marcela doesn't believe him. He kept glancing at her when Betty was telling him he couldn't travel, he acted very calm and rational to the news instead of being neurotic and yelling. He didn't seem upset either. In fact he seemed okay with the news.

As an audience we know where Armando is coming from. It wasn't that they planned to cancel his trip last minute to get Marcela out but that Armando has been severely affected by the relationship he has with Betty. She centers him. The entire day he has been very calm(except the whole meeting room debrief with Mario) and hasn't exploded on anyone like he normally does when they're so close to a launch add traveling on top of that. Armando seems to be at peace so Marcela conspires that Armando and Betty planned it all along so that he could stay in Colombia with his lover.

However Marcela threatens, once more, that if Armando doesn't travel with her that their relationship is over. She isn't being rational. She isn't being dedicated to her partner, she isn't taking care of her relationship and she isn't being the one to produce peace to her partner. Marcela is placing Armando in a situation where once again he has to choose between her and something else. Once again showing that she has power in the relationship and control over him. She doesn't really care of the consequences that the company could face if Armando doesn't handle the providers and contracts.

In short; she can force him to be with her.

Armando tells her to forget the launch, the company, everything. Basically anything tide to her parents legacy and that he'll travel with her, only to comply her. As he exits her office and shuts the door Marcela throws a fit, like a little girl.

Later on when in the hall and introduced to Ceci Marcela in a loving and calm voice calls Armando her love, to which Armando explodes on her, again, fulfilling their roles in their very public relationship. Marcela tells him she understands he has to stay and bam their problem is solved.

Armando hardly notices Ceci until he is forced to and well he actually acts pretty respectful towards her with Marcela there or not and then checks her out as she leaves. I noticed that she also did pay attention to Armando and even was a tinge bit flirty, she flipped her hair, turned to acknowledge him and wave good-bye whereas with Mario she hardly even did that.

Now Marce takes Betty out to eat. Here she finally lets her guard down and implores Betty to tell her her honest opinion over their relationship. She begs Betty to basically tell her if the relationship is as good as dead or if there is something worth fighting for. Betty reaffirms Marcela's toxic narrative: That because she's "fought" for him so long she deserves him as a reward. Both of them fail to realize that Armando too is a person in this relationship and isn't an object.

All in all Both Betty and Marcela begin to have these different sides to each other as well as Armando however Marcela uses this to manipulate Betty to be on her side, to talk sense into Armando, to be good. She tries to show her that she suffers because of Armando's distance.

I can't take this scene at Le Noir because Betty, though she can't tell Marcela that Armando has a lover and that she's her lover, instead of actually talking some sense into Marcela, helping her see that Armando is human, just like her, that they both need to mature in aspects of their relationship and find a way to be in a healthy relationship all Betty does is tell her she deserves Armando because she's fought for him, that she is an important role in Armando's life and that he's just stressed. That's all.

We are told that Betty feels guilty every time she sees Marcela, and in the past we have seen this too so we have been shown that but in this particular episode, alike to the episode after the first kiss with Armando, Betty doesn't place her hand on her heart, for a begging Marcela and though Marcela didn't deserve Armando and vise versa, not once did Betty seems like she cared enough or placed her self in her situation.

Betty tells Marcela the same thing she told Armando the previous night; invalidating Armando's feelings.

Yeah I know the argument "but Betty can't tell Marcela about their affair." yeah she can't but time and time again we're shown and told that Betty is bright, that she knows how to handle people and how to talk to them. We see it with her father, Armando, the girls at the office. We see her do it in meetings as well but here, in this place, when it comes to defend her man, the man she says she loves, she doesn't consider him, place his needs before hers or even help him out a bit.

She allows a toxic and abusive relationship to continue by invalidating Armando's feelings, in which he said that Betty wasn't just a crisis or that what he felt for her was just a fling(I Understand You Part 2).

Betty doesn't even stand up for Armando as her boss, as a friend, and obviously she can't do it as his girlfriend but even then not even a bit in maybe saying "maybe the company causes a lot of stress but in all of that you two should find healthy ways to speak to each other." not even that. She doesn't even do a good job at being neutral here and it pisses me off.

This is why I hate the middle part of the novela because I am still very upset with Betty and it doesn't get any easier after this.

Anyway this concludes this episode's post. It wasn't really an analysis, just something I wanted to write. I hope y'all enjoy it! If you have anything you'd like to share regarding this, don't be shy to do so!

'Til next time! :)

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aion-rsa · 3 years

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Doctor Who: Perfect 10? How Fandom Forgets the Dark Side of David Tennant’s Doctor

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As recently as September 2020 David Tennant topped a Radio Times poll of favourite Doctors. He beat Tom Baker in a 2006 Doctor Who Magazine poll, and was voted the best TV character of the 21st Century by the readers of Digital Spy. He was the Doctor during one of Doctor Who‘s critical and commercial peaks, bringing in consistently high ratings and a Christmas day audience of 13.31 million for ‘Voyage of the Damned’, and 12.27 million for his final episode, ‘The End of Time – Part Two’. He is the only other Doctor who challenges Tom Baker in terms of associated iconography, even being part of the Christmas idents on BBC One as his final episodes were broadcast. Put simply, the Tenth Doctor is ‘My Doctor’ for a huge swathe of people and David Tennant in a brown coat will be the image they think of when Doctor Who is mentioned.

In articles to accompany these fan polls, Tennant’s Doctor is described as ‘amiable’ in contrast to his predecessor Christopher Eccleston’s dark take on the character. Ten is ‘down-to-earth’, ‘romantic’, ‘sweeter’, ‘more light-hearted’ and the Doctor you’d most want to invite you on board the TARDIS. That’s interesting in some respects, because the Tenth Doctor is very much a Jekyll and Hyde character. He’s handsome, he’s charismatic, and travelling with him can be addictively fun, but he is also casually cruel, harshly dismissive, and lacking in self-awareness. His ego wants feeding, and once fed, can have destructive results.

That tension in the character isn’t due to bad writing or acting. Quite the contrary. Most Doctors have an element of unpleasantness to their behaviour. Ever since the First Doctor kidnapped Ian and Barbara, the character has been moving away from the entitled snob we met him as, but can never escape it completely.

Six and Twelve were both written to be especially abrasive, then soften as time went on (with Colin Baker having to do this through Big Finish audio plays rather than on telly). A significant difference between Twelve and Ten, though, is that Twelve questions himself more. Ten, to the very end, seems to believe his own hype.

The Tenth Doctor’s duality is apparent from his first full appearance in 2005’s ‘The Christmas Invasion’. Having quoted The Lion King and fearlessly ambled through the Sycorax ship in a dressing gown, he seems the picture of bonhomie, that lighter and amiable character shining through. Then he kills their leader. True, it was in self-defence, but it was lethal force that may not have been necessary. Then he immediately topples the British Prime Minister for a not dissimilar act of aggression. Immediately we see the Tenth Doctor’s potential for violence and moral grey areas. He’s still the same man who considered braining someone with a rock in ‘An Unearthly Child’.

Teamed with Rose Tyler, a companion of similar status to Tennant’s Doctor, they blazed their way through time and space with a level of confidence that bordered on entitlement, and a love that manifested itself negatively on the people surrounding them. The most obvious example in Series 2 is ‘Tooth and Claw’, where Russell T. Davies has them react to horror and carnage in the manner of excited tourists who’ve just seen a celebrity. This aloof detachment results in Queen Victoria establishing the Torchwood institute that will eventually split them apart. We see their blinkers on again in ‘Rise of the Cybermen’, when they take Mickey for granted. Rose and the Doctor skip along the dividing line between romance and hubris.

Then, in a Christmassy romp where the Doctor is grieving the loss of Rose, he commits genocide and Donna Noble sucker punches him with ‘I think you need somebody to stop you’. Well-meaning as this statement is, the Doctor treats it as a reason to reduce his next companion to a function rather than a person. Martha Jones is there to stop the Doctor, as far as he’s concerned. She’s a rebound companion. Martha is in love with him, and though he respects her, she’s also something of a prop.

This is the series in which the Doctor becomes human in order to escape the Family of Blood (adapted from a book in which he becomes human in order to understand his companion’s grief, not realising anyone is after him), and is culpable for all the death that follows in his wake. Martha puts up with a position as a servant and with regular racist abuse on her travels with this man, before finally realising at the end of the series that she needs to get out of the relationship. For a rebound companion, Martha withstands a hell of a lot, mostly caused by the Doctor’s failings.

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Series 4 develops the Doctor further, putting the Tenth’s Doctor’s flaws in the foreground more clearly. Donna is now travelling with him, and simply calls him out on his behaviour more than Rose or Martha did. Nonetheless the Doctor ploughs on, and in ‘Midnight’ we see him reduced to desperate and ugly pleas about how clever he is when he’s put in a situation he can’t talk himself out of.

Rose has also become more Doctor-like while trapped in another reality, and brutally tells Donna that she’s going to have to die in order to return to the original timeline (just as the Doctor tells Donna she’s going to have to lose her memories of travelling with him in order to live her previous life, even as she clearly asks him not to – and how long did the Doctor know he would have to do this for? It’s not like he’s surprised when Donna starts glitching). Tied into this is the Doctor’s belief in his own legend. In ‘The Doctor’s Daughter’ he holds a gun to Cobb’s head, then withdraws it and asks that they start a society based on the morals of his actions. You know, like a well-adjusted person does.

What’s interesting here is that despite presenting himself as ‘a man who never would’, the Doctor is a man who absolutely would. We’ve seen him do it. Even the Tenth Doctor, so keen to live up to the absolute moral ideals he espouses, killed the Sycorax leader and the Krillitanes, drove the Cybermen to die of despair, brought the Family of Blood to a quiet village and then disposed of them personally. But Tennant doesn’t play this as a useful lie, he plays it as something the Doctor absolutely believes in that moment, that he is a man who would not kill even as his daughter lies dead. It’s why his picking up a gun in ‘The End of Time’ has such impact. And it makes some sense that the Tenth Doctor would reject violence following a predecessor who regenerated after refusing to commit another double-genocide.

In the series finale ‘Journey’s End‘, Davros accuses the Doctor of turning his friends into weapons. This is because the Doctor’s friends have used weapons against the Daleks who – and I can’t stress this enough – are about to kill everyone in the entire universe. Fighting back against them seems pretty rational. Also – and again I can’t stress this enough – the Daleks are bad. Like, really bad. You won’t believe just how mindbogglingly bad they are. The Doctor has tried to destroy them several times by this point. Here, there isn’t the complication of double-genocide, and instead the very real threat of absolutely everyone in the universe dying. This accusation, that the Doctor turns people into weapons, should absolutely not land.

And yet, with the Tenth Doctor, it does. This is a huge distinction between him and the First Doctor, who had to persuade pacifists to fight for him in ‘The Daleks’.

In ‘The Sontaran Strategem’ Martha compares the Doctor to fire. It’s so blunt it almost seems not worth saying, but it’s the perfect analogy (especially for a show where fire is a huge part of the very first story). Yes, fire shines in dark places, yes it can be a beacon, but despite it being very much fire’s entire deal, people can forget that it burns. And fire has that mythical connection of being stolen from the gods and brought to humanity. The Time Lord Victorious concept fits the Tenth Doctor so well. Of all the Doctors, he’s the most ready to believe in himself as a semi-mythic figure.

Even when regenerating there’s a balance between hero and legend: the Tenth Doctor does ultimately save Wilfred Mott, but only after pointing out passionately how big a sacrifice he’s making. And then he goes to get his reward by meeting all his friends, only to glare at them from a distance. His last words are ‘I don’t want to go’, which works well as clearly being a poignant moment for the actor as well, but in the context of Doctor Who as a whole it renders Ten anomalous: no one else went this unwillingly. And yet, in interviews Russell T. Davies said it was important to end the story with ‘the Doctor as people have loved him: funny, the bright spark, the hero, the enthusiast’.

It’s fascinating then, that this is the Doctor who has been taken to heart by so many viewers because there’s such an extreme contrast between his good-natured front, his stated beliefs, and his actions. He clearly loves Rose and Donna, but leaves them with a compromised version of happiness. They go on extraordinary journeys only to end up somewhere that leaves them less than who they want to be, with Russell T. Davies being more brutally honest than Steven Moffat, who nearly always goes the romance route. Davies once said to Mark Lawson that he liked writing happy endings ‘because in the real world they don’t exist’, but his endings tend towards the bittersweet: Mickey and Martha end up together but this feels like they’re leftovers from the Doctor and Rose’s relationship. The Tenth Doctor doesn’t, as Nine does, go with a smile, but holding back tears.

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It’s a testament to how well written the Tenth Doctor is that the character has this light and shade, and with David Tennant’s immense likeability he can appeal to a wider audience as a result. It’s not surprise he wins all these polls, but I can’t help but feel that if the Doctor arrived and invited me on board the TARDIS, I’d want it to be anyone but Ten.

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Smith & Smith

There are a few things everyone knows at Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc.

The coffee bagels are inedible, Adler will fake-fire someone on your first day, and you do not hit on Dean Smith, Senior VP.

(Not that Sam wants to - gross. But apparently it's salient information, because it's the third ever text message Gabriel Milton (HR) sends him. Maybe because he'd just joined as Smith's intern, Sam reasons. Well, to hell with stereotypes. Smith is going to be nothing more than a boss - or mentor, if he'd so be willing; Sam's heard of him, and he's kind of a genius after all. That's it.

Plus, Sam's in love with, and engaged to a nurse thankyouverymuch.)

And in any case, it's not like he'd needed a memo.

Smith is obvious enough.

Obvious, with his packed lunches and secretive screensavers. Obvious, in the way he unfailingly redoes his hair before leaving, cause he's "picking Cas up first" - and with his bright smile on Mondays, because "Cas only has Sundays off".

He grins non-stop, the half hour before lunch, and then spends it holed up in his office entirely - and if Sam returns early from his own break, he can't not catch the unicorn laughs emerging from there, glass walls be damned.

Once, in fact, a package got misdelivered, and Sam returned from lunch to a bouquet on his desk, labelled on a recycled paper card with a pickup line so ridiculous - wordplay on 'honey', in fact - that it almost verified the domesticity singlehandedly.

Dean Smith is married.

There can be absolutely no other explanation.

As days pass, Sam's workload increases, but he's learning what he's here to learn and is grateful for it.

He also notices him and Dean grow into a friendship of sorts - finding common ground in football, not liking pineapples on pizza, and having a Navy dad - and just like that, mentions of the latter's wife start coming up more casually.

Nothing unprofessional, or overshared - just a, "you know who eats burgers like no one's business? Cas." When he brings Sam a couple of burgers back after an assignment runs late into his lunch break - or even a, "Cas's brothers are dicks," when Sam goes into his office to submit a report from Sales, and finds him, as he rarely does, texting.

As long as Dean isn't dismissive of the work Sam puts in, and he never is, Sam's fine with it. To be honest, it's kind of refreshing to see a guy be a total goner for his wife. And he is - Sam can tell from his heart eyes, if not the fondness that envelopes his voice whenever he speaks of her.

It makes him happy as well, cause he's worked here about five weeks now, and it's enough to see that Dean deserves to be as happy as 'Cas' makes him.

All things considered, Sam's definitely getting used to it.

Until one friday, when Dean shows up at nine am and declares that Cas will be picking him up today.

"There's a strike at the library."

"I see." Sam returns, eyebrows raised.

"Isn't that ridiculous? Libraries going on a strike?" Dean grins. "It's like, you know, a book-march."

Sam fights the whelming urge to bitchface.

"Stop that." Dean swats at the air. Sam hasn't said anything, so he bites his cheek. "You're basically dying to roll your eyes. Friggin' take my jokes for granted." Sam shakes his head, suppressing a smile. "No, seriously. Go on, do it. Didn't stop Cas either."

At that, Sam breaks.

Mirrors Dean's grin from before he'd put on the mock-offended glare, and Dean soon joins in.

"I'll just save my fantastic sense of humor for later."

"For Cas?"

"Nah, someone who can appreciate it -" Dean cuts himself short. "Hell, who am I kidding? Yeah, for Cas."

Sam grins wider.

"I'll be leaving at five today." Dean informs him, before disappearing into his office. Seeing as the office hours are nine to five in the first place, that isn't off the norm, but since Dean finishes late almost regularly, it's probably worth pointing out.

This way or that - Sam knows he's going to be waiting for it to be five almost as eagerly as Dean.

He's heard so much about this woman. There's almost an air of mystery surrounding her at this point. All the facts Dean's ever dropped are cloaked with something close to fictional, because Sam doesn't know her at all.

And now he's finally going to meet her.

It's not like all he does, the entire day, is think about it. But it does make writing the reports for, and inputting April 2020's data into the server that much more of a fast process - since time flies until it's five.

And then, relatively, decides to stop.

Sam stares at the elevator.

He's done with his day - prepared to leave after Dean does, though definitely not before.

Waiting, he realizes, that he's formed something of a mental image. She's blonde in his imagination - probably a generic 5'5 or 6. Blue-eyed, cause Dean's mentioned that at least twice. And not to be creepy, but he assumes she'd be pretty too, cause his boss isn't exactly what he'd describe ugly.

So without meaning to, Sam's got an eye out for someone who fits the mold.

First man in, at two past five, is short and stocky. Second is Mrs. D'souza, a receptionist on the seventh floor.

Third and fourth are interns.

Fifth is a trenchcoated guy, squarer than Sam, with a wonky tie.

Sam sighs.

It's almost ten past five - and tardiness really isn’t his thing. Or Dean’s, for that matter. Staring intently in the direction of his elevator, he’s about to start getting righteously annoyed on Dean’s behalf when there’s a tap on his shoulder.

Sam swivels in his chair, taken by surprise - and slowly, his eyes widen.

Dean’s arm is slung about the fifth guy’s shoulders, grin directed entirely towards him. And he - Jesus, he - is six feet tall, trenchcoated, and wearing a tentative smile as he looks down at Sam.

Blue eyes complete the picture - plus a five o’clock shadow which never came up - and Sam’s head reels as he finally pieces everything together.

“Dean!” He exclaims, and it must count as a greeting, because it can’t really count as oh-my-god-Cas-is-a-man.

“Hey!” Dean beams. “Figured you should meet Cas.” And turning to Cas, “That’s Sam. My prodigy, basically.”

The heart-eyes have never been more obvious.

Sam’s an idiot.

He can’t even grin like he’s supposed to - earning himself half an eyeroll form Dean - because he’s trying to figure out how he hadn’t figured it out yet.

“It’s good to meet you, Sam.” Cas says - and the fact that it’s the lowest he’s ever heard a voice go, makes him refocus enough that he can respond.

“You too, Cas.”

Dean’s still beaming, and finally, finally caught up with himself, Sam grins back.

He’s an idiot.

Cas just smiles wider.

(Well, one thing he got right. He’s definitely pretty. But measured against a scale of everything else he got wrong - there’s a long way to go.)

“Okay so,” Dean declares, far more chipper than usual. Someone could just’ve painted smitten across his face, really. “We should go. You probably guessed this but Cas isn’t the biggest fan of where I work.”

“You have a treadmill desk, Dean.”

“And I don't see you complaining about my stamina.” Dean throws back, and their eyes lock in a silent stare - heavy enough, that neither notices Sam looking away as subtly as he can. He’s not really supposed to witness them flirting - misdelivered packages asides.

Thankfully, the stare-off breaks when Cas points out that they were leaving.

And to the backdrop of Dean grumbling about Cas’s hatred for his job, Dean puts on his overcoat - well, he hands Cas his briefcase so he can properly do so, and then Cas just holds onto it - and they say their goodbyes to Sam and take off, walking close enough to brush arms all the way to the elevator.

Once they’re out of sight, Sam slumps in his chair, scrubbing his face with an incredulous laugh.

Of course Dean Smith is married. And of course, Cas is his husband.

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Bad Timing (Levi x Reader) Part 8

Summary: how do you tell your friends that you’re falling for your big brothers’ best friend?

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You woke up late the next morning, having forgotten to plug in your phone which also functioned as your alarm. Instead Hange had busted into your room and ripped the blankets off of you, exposing you to the chilly air. You yelped and reached blindly for the covers, your mind too foggy with sleep to comprehend how late you were.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty." Hange sang as she jostled your shoulder.

"Wha..."

"School starts in like thirty minutes come on bust a move." That woke you up. You tossed your legs over the edge and stumbled around your room, pulling on a pair of joggers and a large t shirt. Hange had left once she was sure that you were awake, leaving you alone to get ready. You didn't bother with make up, not that you ever really did. You double checked that you had all of your supplies for school before zipping up your bag and meandered down the steps. Erwin and Hange were already pulling on their shoes by the door, Erwin was wrapping one of his scarves around Hange's neck. You scrunched your nose in disgust at their outright display of affection and shoved your feet into a pair of old sneakers.

The three of you exited the house, and made a beeline for Erwin's minivan which had been heating up to melt off the frost and snow. The drive was slow and cold, the van was dated so no matter how early Erwin woke up to heat up the car for you, it would always be colder than the Arctic. Erwin also drove like a god damn grandpa in the winter due to the icy roads which didn't help. Finally you made it to school with only five minutes before the bell rang, you bolted into the building, you were in such a hurry that you didn't bother to stomp the snow off your feet as you entered. Which was a mistake because in your hast you lost your footing on the already slick floor, you yelped as you fell flat on your ass. You blinked as you tried to comprehend what had just happened, you were brought back to the present by the sound of boisterous laughter. You turned to glare at Connie and Sasha who where standing to the left munching on a bag of hot cheetos.

"You should've seen the look on your face!" Connie howled as he slapped his thigh. Sasha giggled and nodded as she wiped cheeto dust on Connie's white shirt while he wasn't watching. You rolled your eyes as you picked yourself up off the floor, you ignored them and pushed forward down the hall. Sasha and Connie trailed after you since they had the same first class as you, making jokes as they went.

"You know they really should put out those yellow signs, you know the ones with the person falling?" Sasha joked loudly.

"Yeah I know what you mean, then we could print out a picture of (Y/n)'s face and then stick it on the sign." Connie quipped which lead to the two of them dissolving into another fit of laughter. You ducked into the class room as the minute bell rang weaving through the desks to get to your seat. Armin watched you with wide eyes as you pulled your things out for chem, after your desk was covered in notebooks and pens you topped it off with your phone, which was still dead. The bell rang and then Sasha and Connie staggered in, your teacher shook her head and marked them tardy once again.

"Did you get my text last night?" Armin asked, eyeing your phone on your desk.

"Aw no Armin I'm sorry, I didn't charge it last night so it's dead." you apologized as you attempted to organize your cluttered desk. Armin smiled sweetly and nodded,

"It's all good! I was just wondering what your schedule for this week was and if you wanted to study together again?" Armin explained as he pushed his pencil across his desktop.

"I'd love to study, Geometry is kicking my ass right now." you moaned, the thought of your math class made your stomach heavy with dread.

"I can help you with that if you can help me with poem for English." Armin said softly, his blue eyes sparkling with a playful glint. You rolled your eyes you knew that Armin wouldn't need your help with any of his classes, he was just trying to make you feel smarter.

"Whatever you want baby doll." Armin's face flushed at the pet name that you used for him, you had recently started calling him the nickname due to his doll like features. He averted his gaze to the board where the teacher had written a warm up question on the board to get class started. Instead of working on the problem like a good student, you decided to use the first five minutes of class time to revive your dead phone. You plugged your charger into your laptop and then plugged your phone into the charger, once you saw the tiny lightning bolt you turned your attention to the board.

Chemistry went by uncharacteristically fast, the teacher kept the class busy with a lecture as well as a rowdy game of kahoot in preparation for your midterm. You had no time to check your phone, so it wasn't until you were walking through the hallway with Mikasa and Sasha that you noticed that Levi had responded. According to your phone, he had responded only fifteen minutes after you sent the initial message.

"My bathroom schedule is none of your concern."

You smiled at your phone, it may not seem like he was pleased with your text but you knew better. You had come to appreciate Levi's own weird way of showing that he cared, it had been no small feat either. So you decided to interpret his response as "don't worry I'm fine." you shoved your phone back into your pocket and continued to push through the throng of students in the hall. Sasha walked a few paces in front of Mikasa and you, swinging her lunchbox and humming along to whatever song was playing through her ear buds. Mikasa tugged her scarf up over her nose as you passed Eren who waved vaguely in your direction. Your eyes roamed over Mikasa's form, she had recently switched her aesthetic a bit, changing her wardrobe to a more soft goth mixed with grunge.

Today she wore a green plaid skirt with a belt cinched tightly around her thin waist. She had selected a black turtleneck that clung to her curves with a thick silver necklace with a heart pendant. And of course she wore her red scarf around her neck. You had to admit that it suited her, she looked hot as hell. Sasha on the other hand often dressed in a more causal manner. Today the brunette wore a pair of baggy jeans that hung off her hips, only staying in place because of the shoe lace that she had tied around her waist to function as a belt. Despite the cold weather Sasha wore a tiny pink cami with cute little strawberries on it, she also wore a light pink cardigan over the cami, presumably to prevent herself from being dress coded. Seeing how cute your friends had dressed made you feel embarrassed, you frowned down at your sweatpants and your t shirt that had an ugly bleach stain on the front. You'd do better tomorrow, you thought to yourself as you and Mikasa followed Sasha to your next class, which was World History.

The three of you arrived just in time, not that it mattered anyway. The history teachers always took their time on Mondays, spending a minimum of at least twenty minutes in the hall chatting about sports. You took your seats in the back of the room, surprisingly Connie and Jean were already seated and arguing quietly.

"-I don't know that's a bit sus but hey I won't judge." Connie retorted, crossing his arms and averting his gaze while Jean glared at him.

"What are you guys talking about?" Sasha interrupted as she dropped into her seat next to Connie. Jean's cheeks flushed as he hardened his glare on Connie who waved Sasha off.

"Oh nothing" Connie winked at Jean who eyed the pair suspiciously, knowing that neither one could keep a secret.

"Aw ok then." Sasha looked a bit disappointed as she dropped her huge lunchbox down on the desk.

"Got anything good in there?" Jean sighed, eager to change the subject.

"Duh you dummy." Sasha scoffed as she opened the bag and began pawing through it's contents.

"Let me rephrase that: Got anything to spare? I have practice tonight and I didn't pack any snacks." Jean exasperated as he pointed to the lung box. Sasha paused and pursed her lips in thought while Connie poorly covered his laughter.

"Hmmm what's in it for me?" Sasha hummed thoughtfully as she pulled out a variety of granola bars and fanned them in front of her face tauntingly.

"I'm giving you the chance to be a good friend that should be enough!" Jean fumed with his eyes locked on the bars. You watched the pair go back in forth as they bartered for the snacks until they finally settled that Jean would be the designated driver for the party this weekend. You watched as Jean stuffed a handful of granola bars in his soccer bag and Sasha opened up another bag of hot cheetos. You giggled and turned to gauge Mikasa's reaction, she had a small smile on her full lips as she jotted down some notes.

"Speaking of parties, where is the party this weekend?" You asked as you pulled your own notebook out to take some notes. Connie cocked his head, his thin eyebrows furrowing as he stared at you.

"Your house I thought." Connie remarked as he drummed his pencil against the desk.

"Oh, I wasn't really planning on hosting but..."

"No Connie it's at Marco's remember?" Jean stated as he rolled his eyes.

"My bad." Connie chuckled.

"Well still I don't think I was invited so I wouldn't want to impose." you admitted.

"Nonsense! Marco would love to have you over." Sasha assured you as she once again wiped her hand on Connie's sleeve.

"Yeah Marco wouldn't mind if you tagged along." Connie shrugged, not even noticing that Sasha had left a bright red stain on his sleeve from the cheeto dust. You noticed that Jean looked a bit uncomfortable, the tips of his ears turning a bit pink. Strange, maybe something happened between the two of them.

"I don't know guys, I really wouldn't want to take advantage of the guy, he seems really nice and I wouldn't want him to think badly of me." you sighed, thinking about the sweet freckled barista.

"I'll ask him, don't worry about it!" Connie waved you off before he turned back to his work. You nodded, deciding to throw in the towel with this argument.

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After history, you went your separate ways with your friends and went to your next class. English was easy enough, your teacher was an older woman who also doubled as the theater director. This meant that she would often assign some busy work at the beginning of the period and turn you loose so she could make preparations for the next production. So once you finished the assignment for today's class you allowed yourself some time on your phone. Levi's message remained unanswered as you ran through all the possible replies. Everything that you thought of didn't seem to fit so you decided to leave it unanswered until you could think of something good.

Levi tapped his foot impatiently as he watched Farlan and Isabel fumbled around the small flat. Farlan was rooting through a bin filled with shoes searching for his loafers. Isabel was standing in front of a small mirror holding up two different pairs of earrings up to her head to see which best matched her outfit. Finally they both found what they were looking for, Farlan slid on his brown loafters and Isabel fastened her hoops to her ears and then they were off. The streets of Paris were dusted in about a foot of snow, which Farlan bitched about due to his poor choice of footwear.

"Can we please call an uber? My toes are going to fall off!" Farlan complained as he shook snow out of his shoes. Isabel giggled and tossed her scarf over her shoulder.

"I like the snow." her green eyes sparkled playfully as she teased the older boy.

"So do I but that doesn't mean I want it between my god damn toes." Farlan hissed as he lifted his other foot to shake out more snow. Levi watched the pair bicker with a certain fondness in his gaze. They had been his first friends and for a time his only family. After his mother died, he was sent to live in an orphanage where he met the odd pair. Even if he was only in the orphanage for two years, he still had come to love the idiots. Thankfully they never lost touch, Farlan had turned 18 in July so he now had custody of Isabel and rented a flat for the both of them. Isabel was still only 16 so technically Farlan was her legal guardian, and so far he seemed to be doing a good job.

"What do you think Levi, should we call an uber?" Isabel asked, bumping her shoulder into Levi's to grab his attention.

"We're already almost there." Levi deadpanned as the three of them meandered down the sidewalk. The city was surprisingly busy for a Monday evening, couples walked with arms linked, families were window shopping, and students sat perched on barstools as they drank coffee while they typed away on laptops. Levi couldn't remember much about Paris, at least not this side of the city. He had grown up in the north-eastern district, which was known to be poorer than the central district or southern district. Farlan had managed to get a job at a law firm as an assistant which had allowed him to move himself and Isabel to the central district. Of course Kenny sent Farlan and Isabel a monthly allowance to keep their heads above water, but it was mostly Farlan who had scrounged the money together to move the pair.

"Then it's settled! We'll walk!" Isabel whooped as she skipped ahead of the two boys. Farlan groaned and shot Levi a disappointed look.

"Don't look at me like that, you're the idiot that wore loafers." Levi scolded.

"I hate how you're always right." Farlan chuckled. The trio walked the rest of the way to the restaurant in relative silence. Thankfully the walk wasn't too long, they sat themselves in a booth. A waiter came and took their orders, Levi was slightly taken aback when Farlan ordered a bottle of wine, but he quickly remembered that the legal drinking age in France was 18. The waiter left them to put in their order, Levi took the moment of peace to check his phone. A hand full of texts from Hange, a meme from Erwin, and.... no response from you.

He frowned as he stared at his own response, looking back at it he wasn't sure how she could respond to that. He mentally kicked himself, for the first time in your odd relationship you showed an interest in him and all he was doing was pushing you away. Levi was so deeply engrossed in his thoughts that he failed to notice that the waiter had already brought them their drinks. Isabel tapped her straw on the table a few times to rip the paper, once the tip of the straw was exposed she lifted the straw to her lips and blew. The paper shot off the straw and hit Levi square in the chin. Farlan snorted and spat his wine back into his glass so he could laugh at Levi's exasperated expression. Isabel howled with laughter, she banged her hand on the table dramatically as Levi frowned at the two of them unimpressed.

"How old are you?" Levi ridiculed as he stooped to pick up the scrap piece of paper. He balled the trash up and set it down on the table top. Farlan sighed as he finally managed to quell his laughter.

"Someone has to keep you humble Levi." Farlan teased as he took another sip of wine. Levi reached for the bottle and poured himself a glass, Isabel was drinking a root beer loudly through her straw. Levi sat his phone down on the table as he gave his friends his undivided attention. Isabel told him about her job at a doggy day care where she cleaned kennels and watched dogs. Farlan told him about his superiors and how they told him he would make a good lawyer one day. Levi felt a huge sense of relief as he listened to his friends, he was glad that the two of them were finally making a living for themselves. Levi was politely listening to Farlan rant about one of his annoying coworkers when he noticed that Isabel had grown uncharacteristically quiet. His heart dropped when he saw that Isabel had his phone and was frowning at the screen. Farlan followed his gaze and grew quiet as well.

"Isabel what do you think you are doing?" Levi enunciated each word, his tone dripping with venom. Isabel looked up at him, her cheeks tinged pink when she realized that she had been caught.

"Your phone was open and I saw her text..." Isabel trailed off as she turned to show Farlan. Levi slapped his palm over his face and sighed deeply. Farlan whistled lowly as he read the text.

"Shot her down real quick didn't you Levi." Farlan chuckled as he took another sip of wine. Levi frowned, another wave of guilt washing over him.

"Didn't mean to." he mumbled as he lifted his glass to his lips. Isabel had already set his phone down and favored her own phone, her eyes were scanning over the screen quickly as she scrolled through her phone. A few minutes of silence passed before Isabel showed Levi her screen, she had pulled up your instagram.

"This her?" she questioned, Levi only gave her a curt nod as he finished off the wine in his glass.

"Aw Levi's she's adorable!" Isabel gushed as she scrolled through your page, pausing on one of your more popular posts. A series of pictures of you on a beach towel wearing large sunglasses and a huge sun hat, the quality was amazing. He was sure that Armin took the photo, the kid had a knack for photography.

"Damn if you don't want her I'll take her." Farlan hummed as he looked over Isabels shoulder. Levi shot Farlan a disapproving glare.

"What's her number?" Farlan pressed, Isabel choked on her drink as she burst out laughing.

"Forget about it." Levi hissed as he snatched his phone off the table top.

"I'm just teasing you Levi." Farlan waved his hand dismissively as he poured another glass of wine. Levi rolled his eyes and let out a grunt, his own version of acknowledging Farlan's good natured jokes.

"You should call her." Isabel mused as she chewed on her food. Levi furrowed his brows, what would he even say to you? It's not like the two of you casually conversed, he usually only called you if Erwin couldn't reach you, which rarely happened. He glanced at his watch and frowned, if it was eight o'clock here that meant it was about two back home. Therefore you were still in school so he would have to wait until later.

"That's a dumb idea." Levi monotoned, Isabel rolled her eyes dramatically.

"No it's not, even if you're just her friend I'm sure she would like to know that she's on your mind!" Isabel insisted enthusiastically, Farlan nodded in agreement as he shoveled a forkful of pasta into his mouth.

"She's right you know-" Farlan paused as he swallowed his mouthful of food, "not everyone can handle your cold demeanor as well as others." Farlan chided as he lifted another bite to his lips.

"Fine I'll call her." Levi caved in as he stabbed his fork into his salad. Isabel squealed in excitement.

"This is great Big-bro! I'm so proud of you!" she gushed, her eyes glimmering with adoration. Levi couldn't resist reaching across the table and ruffling her hair affectionately. Dinner ended without any more noteworthy events, Farlan and Levi split the check and then bundled back up to walk back to the flat.

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You sat at your dining room table staring hopelessly at your geometry homework. A bowl of cold soup sat untouched, you had been too stressed to eat dinner, a habit that you had recently picked up. Erwin and Hange had made dinner so you could get straight to work, which had been very sweet, but you felt guilty because truthfully you had barely made a dent in your assignment. You thought about calling Armin, he would help you. No you couldn't bother him, he was probably doing work of his own.

So you suffered in silence, the shapes and numbers spinning in your brain the longer you stared at the page. With a frustrated sigh you flipped the page only to see more blank problems that needed to be done. You stood up intending to stretch your legs and take a brain break. After you'd walked around the island in your kitchen three times you came back to the table and dropped down into the chair. You cracked your knuckles before clutching your pencil in a death grip and began to attempt one of the questions. As you scribbled on the page, attempting to make sense of the numbers and letters, you pressed too hard on your pencil and snapped the lead. You watched the tiny piece of lead roll across the page, out of spite you swiped your hand over the page to wipe the lead off.

Your eyes widened at the large smudge that now marred your paper. It all started with a single tear, it rolled down your cheek and splashed onto your paper. Before you could really understand why, you were absolutely bawling your eyes out at the dining room table. Was it because you were frustrated with school? Yeah that was definitely part of the reason. Before you could spiral into a dark pit of self deprecation, you were rudely interrupted by your phone ringing. You squinted through your bleary eyes to see that it was already 10:30 pm. You sighed, not really caring who was on the other end of the line you answered the phone.

"What" you blurted, not really in the mood to talk.

"..."

"Well? I'm kind of in the middle of something right now." your voice quivered as you fought back tears .

"Is...this a bad time?" your heart dropped at the sound of Levi's smooth voice.

"Uh" you sniffled and wiped your eyes.

"No it's not I can talk, what's the matter Levi?" you asked as you continued to wipe your eyes.

"Are you sure?" Levi probed, you nodded despite the fact that he couldn't see you. You stood up and began to pace around the kitchen once more.

"Y-Yeah-" you hiccuped and cringed, Levi sighed on the other end of the line.

"(Y/n) be honest with me....are you drunk?" Levi interrogated, you gasped it was a Monday night! Did he really think that you were that much of an alcoholic?

"No! I just...."

"Hm? What is it?" Levi quipped clearly enjoying your frazzled state.

"If you must know, I was in the middle of a mental break down." you admitted with a heavy sigh. Levi went silent on the other line, you were beginning to regret your honesty.

"It's only Monday." Levi cringed at his less than empathetic response.

"Yeah you're telling me." you chuckled, Levi immediately relaxed at the sound of your laughter even if it wasn't as bubbly as it usually was.

"What's bothering you?" Levi asked, surprisingly softly. You furrowed your brows surely he didn't call you just to hear about your day? He was probably just being nice.

"Oh uh... just school I guess." you paused your pacing to drop onto the sofa and kick your feet up onto the coffee table.

"I see." Levi mused as he reclined in the armchair he was seated in.

"Anyway, enough about me, why did you call me? Is there something you need?" you asked, you were sure that he didn't want to hear you complain about geometry.

"It's fine, tell me about your day." Levi grimaced, tell me about your day? Who was he your mother?

"O-Okay. Well I guess it was fine up until I tried to do this stupid geometry." you grumbled, the mere thought of your homework making your stomach sick with dread.

"Geometry?" Levi hummed, crossing his leg so his ankle was over his knee.

"Yeah." you sighed dejectedly, waiting for his scathing remark about how stupid you were.

"That one can be tough." Levi huffed, you could hear him re-situate so you waited to respond. Once you were sure he was settled you inhaled sharply to prepare yourself.

"It's just not clicking for me." you groaned, Levi snorted and once again you could hear some shuffling.

"Want some help?" he asked. You blinked slowly, not fully processing his words.

"Help?"

"Take it or leave it."

"I would be an idiot to decline."

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"That wasn't so bad was it?" Levi asked, a playful glint in his grey eyes.

"It was awful, but I'm grateful for the help." you sighed, resting your head on the table. You'd been on the phone with Levi for almost two hours now. After he had offered to lend you a hand you had switched to facetime so he could see the problems. Levi tapped his pen on the counter top he was sitting at. Yeah you heard that right, Levi does math with a fucking pen like a psychopath.

"Anytime." his lip twitched upwards ever so slightly.

"God, I'm sorry that all we talked about was fucking math." you apologized.

"It's fine really. " Levi shrugged once again tapping his pen on the counter.

"Tell me about Paris? How are things on the other side of the pond?" you joked, finally able to genuinely smile now that the stress of your homework was lessened.

"First off, never say 'pond' again. Second, it's cold as a witch's tit over here." Levi enunciated each point by tapping the pen against the counter.

"Really? Is there snow over there?" You asked, suddenly very invested in the weather in France.

"Yeah there's a fuck ton." Levi stood up and brought his phone with him to a window. You could tell that he was on a high floor, you could see the lights of the city through the flurries of snow.

"Woah, it's so pretty!" you gushed as you admired Levi's view.

"Tch, I guess." Levi clicked his tongue as he flipped the camera back onto his face.

"Hey what time is it there?" you yawned.

"Six am." Levi deadpanned.

"What!! Why did you let me keep you up so late Levi! My god go to bed." you huffed incredulously. Levi rolled his eyes as he listened to you lecture him on the importance of a good nights rest.

"I mean seriously Levi no wonder why you're always so grumpy." you finished your rant as you closed your bedroom door and began pulling out a pair of flannel pj pants and a large hoodie since your room seemed to be particularly chilly. You dropped your phone onto your bed (camera down obviously) and began to change into your pjs.

"Don't worry about it sweetheart." Levi drawled, his voice a bit muffled by your comforter. Once you picked up the phone you dropped down onto your bed and sighed.

"Seriously, I'm just adjusting to the time change." Levi shrugged, he was now in his own room, also laying on the bed a pale morning glow seeping into the room.

"Uh huh sure." you teased, a smile spreading across your lips. After a moment of silence you decided that it was time to call it a night.

"Well, unlike you I need my beauty sleep." you said groggily.

"Good luck with that." Levi scoffed, his own voice a bit scratchy.

"Thanks again Levi. Goodnight or erm, Good morning I guess." you giggled as you watched Levi try to cover up a yawn.

"Yeah yeah whatever." He scoffed, you waved as you hung up. You rolled over and plugged your phone in, having learned from your past mistake. You sighed contently as you snuggled beneath the covers, your head filled with thoughts of geometry and Levi.

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𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌!𝕭𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖞 𝖝 𝕶𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙!𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕬𝖀

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: When the Queen falls sick and passes away, King Bucky must marry another, preferably the princess of an alliance kingdom nearby, in order to keep peace and order among the lands. However she is the most god awful human being anyone has ever met. Her guard however well she was definitely not what the king expected.

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: nothing (part two)

𝖆/𝖓: opening a taglist for those who want to be tagged in future parts! just message me, reblog, ask, whatever works best for y’all! thanks so much for the love on the first already!

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.4k

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“Psst!” you turned around in search of the voice.

“Psst! Y/n!”

“Wanda?”

Wanda was the town witch. She lives right behind the kingdom’s castle in the woods and often visits you when she gets bored.

“Hey I’m waiting for shit to do it’s thing and I remembered the pretty king was supposed to come today,” she said winking.

“Indeed. He and his colleagues are having breakfast right now.”

“And you’re out here because?”

“The Queen and Charlotte joined them.”

“Oh, ew.”

“I’m rather fond of the Queen, she’s like my mother,” you said.

“I was talking about Charlotte. Anyway, have you seen him?”

“Of course. I was the first to greet them.”

“What does he look like? Is he old and ugly looking for fresh meat?”

“No, actually quite young to be a King in my opinion.”

“Is he handsome?” she quirked.

“I don’t think I’m allowed to say.” you avoided. There was no way that you were going to tell Wanda about how incredibly jealous you may be of Charlotte. She gets the chance to possibly marry one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. How you kept composure when you first saw him will forever remain a mystery.

“So he is handsome,” Wanda interrupted.

“Pardon?”

“You know I can read minds.”

“Right.”

“So tell me how did you keep your composure? Also I must meet him now that he’s got your panties in a bunch. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so flustered over a man. Not since-”

“I’m not flustered! And yes, he is quite handsome but he’s here for Charlotte.”

“So you have zero chance?”

“Not that I want one but yes.”

“That sucks.”

“Excuse me,” King James startled you both.

“Your majesty,” you both said bowing.

“Do you know where I could find the king’s advisor? Bruce, I believe.”

“Ah yes. I can show you the way if you’d like?” you responded.

“Yes please. But allow me to find my own advisor before we head over.”

“That’s alrig-”

“James. I apologize for my tardiness,” a man with blonde hair said approaching you guys.

“Y/n, this is my advisor, Vision. Vision, this is the king’s lead knight.”

“Hello. And hello there,” he looked behind you where Wanda was hiding quite poorly if you do say so.

“Wanda it’s alright. I’ll be back.”

“He’s cute. I like him,” you heard her say in your head. You had to stifle a chuckle but proceeded to lead the men to Doctor Bruce Banner, the king’s advisor and doctor of the castle.

“Good afternoon, Dr. Bruce. I’ve brought our guests King James Barnes and his accomplice advisor Vision.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Vision.”

You watched the men interact and felt yourself becoming a bother to them so you slipped out quietly and went ahead to look for Charlotte. Bucky, clueless to what the men began talking about, also slipped out the room following close behind you.

“Miss,” Bucky called for you.

“Yes? Is there anything you need? I was just about to fetch Charlotte for you to meet.”

“Oh that’s wonderful hope you don’t mind if I tag along. I have no idea where I am,” he laughed. God, his laugh was beautiful. Smooth like butter.

“No need to fret. So tell me about yourself.”

“Well, my parents died young so I’ve been King for quite too long now.”

“I’m sorry about your parents.”

“It’s alright. They were quite sick, nothing could’ve saved them. I had married Elizabeth but she too grew sick and passed away not long ago. My people demanded a queen so when your king had offered his youngest daughter I figured I’d come for the sake of my people.”

“You’ll like her,” you hesitated. Charlotte was pretty awful.

“Really?” He sounded skeptical.

“I will not speak ill of the king’s daughter. It is my job to protect her,” you hesitated.

“So no?”

“No.” you gave in.

Charlotte was in her room with Bucky’s friend Natasha completely talking her ear off. When you and Bucky arrived her eyes grew wide and she sighed in relief that she doesn’t have to talk to her anymore.

“I have to go,” Natasha said to Charlotte.

“But-”

“Charlotte, the king is here for you,” you announced.

“HI!” she shouted, startling everyone in the room.

“Good fucking luck,” Natasha whispered to Bucky.

“Come let’s go,” she grabbed your arm and dragged you away.

You nodded to Charlotte and closed the doors. You stepped to the side to guard the door when Natasha had halted turning back to you.

“What are you doing?” she asked you.

“I’m guarding the princess’s room. There is an unknown man in her room and I must be here to make sure she’s safe.”

“Bucky isn’t gonna hurt her.”

“You never know.”

“Well, I want to chat with you. I like you. Wasn’t expecting a woman to be a lead knight. You should meet with Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers. They’re Bucky’s most noble knights and I think you’d like them.”

“And if the princess is harmed?”

“Have another guard protect her.”

You were contemplating because meeting with the other knights did seem more appealing than standing in front of the princess’s room all day. Thor, one of your more admirable friends within the army, also the king’s personal guard, was walking down the corridor, probably keeping watch for there were many unknown guests in the castle.

“Thor!” you shouted, bringing attention to you and Natasha.

“Good evening, dame.”

“Would you be able to guard the princess’s room while I speak with King James’s knights.”

“Of course.”

You bowed your head and walked with Natasha back to the dining hall where the men.

“Boys, I brought her.”

The men’s eyes grew wide as they walked toward you to greet you with enthusiasm.

“Good afternoon. I’m Sir Steven Grant Rogers and this is Sir Sam Wilson. We are noble knights and loyal friends of King James Barnes. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Thank you as to you, I’m Dame Y/n L/n; though I’m sure you knew.”

“We truly admire your bravery and skill as a knight and especially as a woman. It’s rare to see someone like you excel in power the way you do,” Sam said.

“Why is it so hard for men to believe that women can be and are strong and brave like men,” Natasha nudged your arm.

“Couldn’t tell you,” you joked.

“Y/n, I have a young knight back home that I believe would deeply appreciate your intel and advice on fighting and chivalry. Would you ever be interested in teaching the lad? Assuming this marriage goes well,” Steve asked you.

“Well, even if not I don’t see why we can’t keep an alliance. I would love to,” you responded.

“How did you become a knight?” Natasha asked you.

“Well, I was born to thieves and they were captured by the king. They were cowards however and took cyanide instead of pleading a case. I was eight at the time. The queen found me and practically took me in as her own. I wasn’t too fond of the pretty dresses and crowns. The queen had me learn to fight and now here we are. I’ve been a lead knight for years now. Until the last battle against the rebels but we hadn’t needed the army since then so now the king has me as his youngest daughter's personal guard.”

“What happened at the battle?” Natasha asked.

“I wouldn’t rather talk about that,” you whispered shyly. It was a horrible day for you and your men. You won but not without lots of bloodshed and loss.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

“It’s alright.”

“Y/n!” the king called for you.

“Yes, your majesty?”

“Show our guests to their rooms and make sure everything is in order for the celebration in a few weeks.”

“Of course.”

You led them to their rooms and little did you know Bucky had listened to almost everything you had to say to his friends. He had to step away from Charlotte as she was simply speaking ill of the kingdom’s chefs and maids and you at some point. She also talked extremely high of herself, too high.

Unlucky for her, he was beginning to grow more fond of you than the girl that wouldn’t stop talking about herself moments ago.

The celebration he and many kings had been invited to was only a few weeks away. And Bucky and his friends would be staying with the king until then. He was determined to get to know you in every way possible. He hoped that you would let him, until then he was going to have to pretend to be interested in the brat that was the king’s daughter.

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