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roguerogerss · 5 months

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The President; ‘Something Sweet.’

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Reader

W/C: 2.1k

Warnings: SMUT!!

(HEY! this is the second part to The President, part 3 will be out soon so plssss stay tuned, hope u luv it, luv you, bye) (requests r open! send me stuff here)

“Where did you go?"

Clemensia snatched your arm and stopped you in your place. You'd been trying to ignore all of the girls, weaving your way in and out of the crowd, accepting the odd congratulations or hug as you went, you thought you might find Tigris and stick by her until at least dinner time. You wanted nothing more than to be at home.

"Oh." You started but stopped short. If you even stuttered you knew she'd know, your legs were shaking and, if she looked at you closely, she'd be able to see that your hair wasn't nearly as smooth as it was an hour ago, and your lipstick had smudged over your chin and you'd spent longer than you should've trying to wipe it off. "Just had a few photos to be taken, Coryo wanted them out of the way."

Clemensia turned you to face her, gripping your forearms as she eyed you suspiciously. You held your breath a moment, she wasn't the type to keep her mouth shut. "Of course. Photos."

She was smirking at you, and you nearly hung your head in shame out of pure instinct. You teetered backwards slightly in your heels, and Clemensia barely stifled a laugh. "Did these photos involve you being bent over something?"

"Clemmie!" You burst out, hands clamping over your mouth, cheeks burning red. And then you couldn't help but laugh. "Don't say anything, please."

"I won't!" She laughed and took hold of your hand, starting to lead you back towards the rest of your school friends. “I didn’t say anything when you’d disappear for every free hour we had in school, did I?”

“Clemensia!”

Okay! I won’t say anything. Promise. It's your day, and Coryo's President now. I can’t say anything."

You laughed as you approached the other girls, Clemmie was your friend, as much as you hated to admit it, and you did actually like spending time with her, after you got over the initial idea of it. The other girls, however, were a different story.

"Where did you guys go?" Lysistrata whined when you rejoined the circle. She wasn’t the worst of the bunch, but, god, could she moan about anything. "Felix had an interview and they basically said that he actually would've won, had Doctor Gaul's vote not counted-"

"Well, her vote did count." Clemensia defended and sent you a small smile. "Why dwell on it, Lyssie?"

"Because it's unfair." Livia practically snarled, lip curled upwards like a growling dog. "Coriolanus will be president until he either steps down, or dies off. And we all know he won't step down, so none of us will even have a chance at it."

"You wouldn't have a chance at anything anyway, Livia. Festus is a slob." You snapped. You'd remembered why you so hated going to school, and then University with these girls. Livia especially always seemed to bring out the worst in you. You heard Clemensia sigh, and Lysistrata sucked in a breath to be held.

Livia looked as though she was about to lunge for you. "He is not a slob!" She threw her hands in the air and started to say something else, when Clemensia butted in, to avoid a public argument between two powerful men's wives.

"Ladies!" She held her arms out between the two of you in a calming manner, and you almost scoffed and walked away from them, but you knew you had to be here. For Coryo, you thought. "Let's just all be friends, okay? You managed it for seventeen years before today, you can certainly last another two hours."

"Oh, look!" Lysistrata pointed excitedly at the grand hall, drawing the attention of the conversation to something else entirely. "I think we've to go for dinner, now. Aren't you all excited? It'll be lovely."

You were definitely excited. The University provided three square meals a day, if you stayed long enough - you always did - but, since you'd graduated, it had been back to Tigris' cabbage soup and the occasional luxury like a loaf of bread or some beef mince, if Coriolanus helped Doctor Gaul with something she believed warranted an extra payout. The food was guaranteed to be something special, and, even better, you could leave your school friends behind for at least an hour and sit by Coryo instead.

An avox appeared by your small group, and gestured for you all to follow them, leading the gathering of wives to the dinner hall first. Clemensia, Livia, and Lysistrata were positioned at a table together, each one chair apart from the other, and you almost laughed out loud when Livia's scowl deepened further and Clemmie sighed disappointedly at her space between the other two.

After seating the three other women, the avox gestured for you to follow them even further, to a long, rectangular table overlooking a sea of smaller round ones. The hall really was magnificent, all marble and hardwood, a string quartet playing in the far corner, and Coriolanus' Grandma'am's roses decorating each table, in small glass vases. You smiled at the touch, assuming it was Tigris' doing, Coryo would love it.

"Thank you." You nodded to the avox as they tapped a chair for you to sit in. The table was laid with a white tablecloth and lace runner, and six plates, with dainty little place cards placed neatly atop them. The ones on either side of you read Tigris Snow and President Coriolanus Snow. You assumed the one next to Coryo would've been for the Grandma'am and the other two chairs for other government officials.

The room started to fill up with people, celebrities, guests, reporters, game makers. You tried to make out anyone familiar in the sea of people, but faces blurred into one another, distant chatter became almost deafening, and you found that, not only could you not decipher one person from another, but you'd given yourself a headache trying to do so.

The chair beside you pulled back, startling you from your squint-eyed staring, and then Tigris appeared, beaming and touching a hand to your shoulder. "He did it!" She cried and you embraced, squealing as you did so.

“I know.” You mused. “Did you do the roses?”

Tigris nodded, a satisfied smile crossing her face. “Yes, do you like them? I thought it’d be nice, something familiar.”

“They’re beautiful, he’ll love them.” You plucked one of the stems from the vase in front of you, inspecting the perfect flower, so familiar. You’d always loved the Grandma’am’s roses, almost as much as Coryo did.

You were only able to talk for a moment, Tigris complimenting the way you'd done his hair, you gushing over his suit. You loved Tigris, really. But the national anthem began playing, and then there were cameras on you both and you tried to remember to sit up straight and keep your chin down.

The entire room erupted into cheers and claps and cries as Coriolanus entered, looking dazzling as ever. You even noticed Livia giving a hand, which sent a sense of satisfaction through you. "There he is! Our brand new President, it's Coriolanus Snow!" Lucky Flickerman had appeared out of nowhere again, and you could just hear him over the sound of the crowd. "And he's making his way over to his gorgeous first lady! I heard they've only been married three days."

You stifled a laugh at Lucky's overly dramatic performance, and then you felt almost self conscious, seeing all of the people looking towards you, the cameras pointed in your direction. Tigris touched a gentle hand to your arm to soothe you, and you just about managed a grin as Coryo approached.

He sat down next to you and you found his hand placed on the small of your back, thumb rubbing soothing circles just beside your spine. You let out a sigh of relief and smiled until the cameras turned away and the starting course of the meal served. "That was good, darling." Coryo spoke quietly. "Are you okay? You seem nervous."

"I am nervous." You turned toward him and placed a hand on his knee. "I'll get over it, though. First day jitters."

"Of course you will." And then he leaned down to whisper in your ear, hand creeping up your thigh under the cover of the tablecloth. "What do you think I could do to calm you down, hm?"

"Coryo." You hid a small smile and wrapped your fingers around his wrist. "People are watching."

"All the more fun." You turned to face him, noticing the half-concealed grin playing on his lips. Your eyes flickered out towards the crowd and cameras, guests were all chattering and eating, but the cameras stayed put, and Lucky continued his constant commentary of you. You imagined him, broadcasting to the entirety of Panem, that the brand new President was fingering his wife at the dinner table.

Coryo's hand wandered up even further, underneath your skirt, into your underwear. You sucked in a breath and made a sort of uncomfortable grunt, biting back a whine as two familiar fingers pressed into you. You gripped onto the tablecloth and Tigris turned to you, concern in her eyes. "Are you okay?" She asked and you nodded, too enthusiastically.

"I'm okay." You answered, but you knew your face wasn't communicating what you said, and Tigris' hand was pressed to your forehead before you could tell her again.

"You're hot, have you drank enough water today? And you're flushed, too-" Tigris was in the middle of pouring some water into the glass in front of you when Coryo cut in.

"She's okay, Tigris." He smiled at his cousin. "Wasn't feeling too well last night, were you, love?"

You shook your head, trying to act convincing while Coriolanus' fingers continued their assault inside of you. "Oh, honey! Well, get some rest tonight, okay?"

And then Tigris had turned back to her conversation with the Grandma'am, and you made a mental note to continue the narrative that you were sick, at least in front of Tigris. And then you noticed that Lucky was staring right at the two of you, massive grin on his face, as always, and the camera beside him was fixated on your table.

"Coryo, the cameras!" You hissed, but he silenced you, curling his fingers against your sensitive spot. You made another strangled sound, but Tigris didn't turn around this time, too invested in conversation with the Grandma'am.

"Shh," Coryo comforted you, nuzzling his forehead against your cheek in a way that could've been mistaken for a loving gesture for the cameras. "Let them see, honey. Just be quiet for me. My good girl."

He curled his fingers faster inside of you, so that you had to clamp your hand on your thigh to stop your legs from shaking aggressively, every now and again he'd lean down and say something like, "You're doing so well." or "So good for me." and your head would spin.

"Coryo," You whispered, a breathy moan falling from your lips, almost loud enough for everyone at the table to hear. "I'm getting close, you know how loud I get."

Dessert was being served, now, and you were almost glad that the avoxes didn't have tongues, because you were certain that the one placing your lemon tart in front of you had made a strange face whilst doing so.

Coryo's fingers brushed your sensitive spot once again, and you felt his hand on your back as it arched off of the chair, dimming the appearance of your arousal to the public. "I know. Not going to let you finish, not yet."

He pressed a short kiss to your temple and then pulled his fingers out of you, at which you huffed and pouted, he felt his cock throb, seeing you looking so bratty.

"Coryo!" You whined, bottom lip still jutting out. "That's not fair."

"Isn't it?" He asked, smirk playing on his face. He made you watch as he looked you straight in the eye, lifted his fingers to his lips - still glistening with your slick - and sucked them clean. "Mmh, so sweet, my girl. Now, I want you to go home, familiarise yourself with the mansion - you'll love it, by the way - and wait for me to get there. No touching yourself, you know the punishment for that."

A small smile grew on your face as you nodded. Coryo kissed your face, picked up your dessert fork and handed it to you, gesturing to the food in front of you. As you took your first bite, he slid his own across to the Senator sat next to him. The larger man looked at him with confusion in his eyes.

"You can take mine, already had something sweet."

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coryo x reader #coryo snow #president snow #rogue writes

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liviavanrouge · 2 months

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Livias class, flight and alchemy lines

Class

--Good Lines(Depending on the time)--

"This is kinda boring..."

"I wonder how far the Thorn Queens thorns could go"

"Jaguar...mutiny war"

"I learned all this from Nilo!"

"Silver said to work hard!"

"Who told this raggedy cat to come near me, he better move before I scorch his tail"

"Maybe I'll go to the library after this"

"I wanna see Headmaster Crowley!"

"I miss Crowley's presence"

--Great lines--

"Yay!"

"Tututu~"

"Wow, that's a fact!"

"I'm a bit annoyed right now..."

--Perfect Lines--

"Wowie!! Wowzers! Woah!"

"I did well, didn't I!?"

"I remembered that, hehe!"

"Hehehe, Leona taught me this one"

Special Lesson

"Crowley!"

"I'll do my best for the headmaster!"

"Mal Mal, Silver! I did it!!"

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Flight

--Good(Depending on the time)--

"How fun!"

"Let's all be careful alright?"

"Silver says I'm a great flier!"

"WOAH! AH! SILVER HELP!!"

"I don't like areas that have too much sun, hurts my eyes and skin..."

"Grim...fly with me now"

"Bat Dad says to not be in the air for too long"

"Sebek says to take it slow and steady..."

"Hmph, where's Crowley?"

--Great--

"Weeee! Fun~"

"I used my wings for this one!"

"I wish Silver would be more careful..."

"Oh Trey! Look at me!"

--Perfect--

"Riddle says I look stiff.."

"Tututu~ the breeze feels great!"

"I wonder if Sebek is doing okay..."

"I see the orchard from here!"

Special

"This is amazing!!!"

"Ahahaha! Big brother look!"

"Honestly, flying is easy or are you all stupid"

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Alchemy

--Good(Depending on the time)

"Stir it nice and slow..."

"Nasty smell!! Make it go away!"

"Mal Mal says to be careful"

"Big brother, big brother look! It changed"

"Silver!!! Wake up!"

"Oh no...Silver..."

"Vil taught me how to make this one!"

"Cowabunga!! Hehe, Floyd taught me that"

"This is gonna hurt my nose...."

--Great--

"Something on my coat?"

"Go back to where you came from..oh wait they don't want you, sorry I forgot"

"Honestly! Be more careful!

"Hah! I guess this is how Sebek feeks!"

--Perfect--

"Oh wow!"

"Rook, I did it!

"Haru, don't you dare!"

"Big brother, thanks for helping!"

Special

"How worthless are you!?"

"Do it right stupid, Crowley is watching!"

"Why are you even here, you're just a drag!"

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Battle Lines

Battle Start: "Why are you even here?"

When Selected:

"I'm ready!"

2. "I don't wanna.."

3. "In we go!"

4. "Charge!"

Effect Usage:

Debuff: "I'll tell my big brother!"

Buff: "Use the magic wisely!"

Getting attacked:

"*Yowls*"

"Ouchie!"

Attacking:

"Cry Louder" -By Herself going first

"Disgusting!" -By Herself going first

"You hurt my eyes" -By herself going second

"You're useless!" -By herself going second

"Ugh, can we finish this!?" -With another student her going first

"Watch out weakling!" -With another student her going first

"I'll crush you worm!" -With another student her going second

"How much longer?" -With another student her going second

--Double Attacking--

"Why do I gotta fight you.." -By herself going first

"Bow your head!" -by herself going first

"Man, you're pathetic" -by herself going second

"I know best, heh~" -by herself going second

"I've been prepared for this!" -With another student her going first

"You entered a Jaguar den!" -with another student her going first

"This is a waste.." -with another student her going second

"Oh my God! Go down already!" -with another student her going second

--triple hits--

"You're dead!" -By herself going first

"How are you this worthless" -by herself going first

"Learn your place vermin!" -by herself going second

"Why do I bother..." by herself going second

"Wretched vermin! I'll make you cry!" -With another student her going first

"Honestly, are you even trying?" -with another student her going first

"I shall bury you alive!" -with another student her going second

"How dare you!?" -with another student her going second

--magic 3--

"Squeal in fear"

"You have some pathetic spells"

"Compared to me you're a bug"

"Unsightly rat!"

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Battle Win

"Hah! How worthless you are"

Battle Lose

"Am I....worthless?"

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiress @zexal-club @marrondrawsalot @yumeko2sevilla

@queen-of-twisted @pekoetiikapu @teddymochi

#twst oc #twst livia #disney twst #livia vanrouge #twisted wonderland disney #twst disney #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #twistedwonderland #twisted oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst voice lines

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shes-a-badkid · 1 year

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Thoughts while reading The Trials of Apollo - “The Dark Prophecy” with my nephew-

1. I still cannot get over the name Lester for Apollo

2. Even after being humbled a bit, he is still the cockiest bastardized out there

3. I love the idea of Leo just having a good time with his girlfriend and his dragon and helping a God out and then there is Calypso and Apollo just snarking at each other the whole time

4. I love Calypso so much- just straight punches someone, breaks her hand, and almost immediately says fuck it and kicks someone and breaks her foot. I just really identify with this

5. Poor Leo- had to leave Festus again. WHEN WILL MY SON GET A BREAK, RICK?!

6. Oh poor Emmie and Josephine! If this book doesn’t end with them getting their daughter back I will be seeking financial compensation

7. I’m obsessed with Emmie and Josephine, every new thing I learn about them just adds to my love

8. Apollo and Calypso on a quest with no Leo to buffer… I’m so here for this- the sass with be *chefs kiss* impeccable

9. I really like that Apollo’s memory is iffy right now because I truly don’t know who most of these people are and him remembering doesn’t feel like a generic info dump

10. Hell yeah, Meg!!! Run away from those assholes! (But please don’t make me sad again)

11. Apollo- how are you so thirsty? Like we haven’t focused on the gods in as much detail as you, but you seem like a thirty bitch. Now I know you can’t possibly be as thirsty as Zeus, but you might come close

12. So far on this quest we have Calypso doing like 85% of the work- picking locks, grifting the two searching for them into believing she was cursing them- what a queen. And you know, Apollo is also there, like good job with that train buddy, you helped!

13. Hell yeah, Meg! Take his ass out! (I think ‘hell yeah, Meg’ might become my catchphrase thought this series)

14. Okay Apollo- nice work letting all the animals loose, that was clutch

15. Sure, Apollo, you totally didn’t cry when Meg hugged you. We all totally believe you 😑

16. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it a million more time- I am obsessed with Josephine

17. “I was, after all, selfless, caring, and all around nice guy.” And just when I was feeling a bad for you my dude

18. Oh poor, Georgina, your mind is just mashed bananas right now

19. Look at you Apollo being all smart and melting that door- I would say I’m proud but the ego doesn’t need the compliment

20. PEACHES!!! NOOOOO! My sweet, little maniac

21. Festus! My favorite boy 🐉

22. Thalia about to kick some ass like the boss bitch she is

23. I love that Lityerses immediately went from down to kill for Commodus to I’m gonna kill Commodus for thinking of killing me and joining the side of good

24. Apollo may have fully won me over for staying back just to save Livia the elephant- also what a sight to see Thalia being a badass while escaping on a elephant

25. Leo and Calypso staying at the waystation makes so much sense and I’ll miss them so much, but also I would totally ready a book about Leo and Calypso at the waystation with Josephine and Emmie

26. Apollo hating his arrow is the best. I love a god having beef with an inanimate object

27. Oh Meg, my dear, I just want to hug you!

28. Apollo may be a self centered douche like 90% of the time but my man has a lot of feelings. Like- he cares for Meg so much, he just wanted to save Livia the elephant, he is passionate in his hatred of slavery, and he is so worried for his friends at the waystation

29. What is this red lightning, Jamie?!? I am intrigued

30. Sssssarah is delightful and I would love for her to just randomly pop up

31. Can we leave Festus alone, please

32. RICK! WHAT THE FUCK! YOU ARE GONNA KILL OFF A LOVELY GRIFFIN WHO JUST GAVE BIRTH (laid an egg… whatever) AND EXPECT ME TO BE OKAY?!? RIP Heloise

33. The delight I feel at just the mention of Coach Hedge is entirely normal! Stop judging me!

34. GROVER! MY SWEET SATYR!

#trials of apollo #the dark prophecy #Apollo #lester papadopoulos #meg mcaffery #leo valdez #calypso #festus

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evita-shelby · 1 year

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Of Gods and Witches

Chapter 6

Cw:mentions of sex, body fluids, food allergies

Gif by @wiha-jun

Taglist: @v3d3rl1cht @thegreatdragonfruta

He stays with her until the early hours of the morning.

They talk, and when she exhausted him on everything about his kingdom, he told her how he dreamed of her those nights after.

How he heard her and felt her and how he bit his tongue when he woke up with her name on his lips.

She had giggled as she led him to her bedroom, saving the best for last.

The witch had asked him to stay, to stay because she was afraid of dying alone.

So Ch’ah stays and holds her as he sings her to sleep as she cries because for the first time in six years Eva doesn’t want to die.

“Ma'alo'ob záastal k'iin,” good morning, she said as he caressed her cheek and left his thumb stay on her lower lip as she woke up in his arms, still wearing his pearls and a fucking mess of sweat, make up and possibly cum.

“Bix kutaj?” how are you feeling? He asks treating her with such gentleness she feels like crying again because it’s all coming to an end.

“Better with you here.” She feels stupid for being so unguarded with him. None of her lovers ---except Antonia--- knew much about her, and it took so long before the witch felt safe enough to let the walls come down. “You should know that it takes more than half a year for me to admit anything close to that.”

“Lucky me, then.” He kissed her softly, not the passionate roughness of their first night, when it was more about sating themselves. No, it is the tenderness of last night when he made her weep in how loved he made her feel.

Its isn’t love, and she knows it, but it sure feels like it.

“I have to leave, my people will worry and come searching for me.” He parts with great reluctance and she begs him for one last kiss.

Ch’ah does more than that and Eva wished she had met him sooner. To have known him longer, lived long enough to love him.

The moment is broken when Eva’s maid, not Delia who raised her, but Meche la metiche who was one of Carranza’s or Obregon’s spies knocks on the door to her room.

“¿Señorita, may I prepare your breakfast?” Mercedes, or Meche, asked pretending she didn’t hear Ch’ah in there with her.

Puta, she can hear the housekeeper say in disapproval inside her head.

“Would you like to scare Meche la Metiche, Ch’ah?” Eva asked her lover who considered taking up on her offer before politely refusing.

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Ch’ah sneaks out and Eva uses all her magic to make him invisible to her neighbors and two servants. It's draining, especially because she has not eaten yet. Oh, those chilaquiles better come with beans and avocado.

“Meche told mami you had a man over last night.” Israel says over her shoulder making her lose her concentration and giving him a glimpse of said man she had over last night. “Ma sent me here to find out who he is. Can I be sure when I tell her you fucked a human man?”

“Do you remember the ghost man Tia Nicte used to tell us about, the one she said was really the god K’uk’ulkan?” the witch asks her cousin, her best friend really, and he nods.

“A god? Like the that English fucker I met in Harvard who calls himself Loki?” Nacho was not surprised, the Norse gods, Loki and Thor, were real and Israel Ignacio 'Nacho' de Souza Riley had lost his virginity to Loki in a library at Harvard Business School.

“Not a god, but damn close to one, his name is K’uk’ulkan, he was born in the late fifteenth century and his mother is buried under the space rock in the hacienda grounds. I summoned him on accident thinking he was Quetzalcoatl a week ago.” Eva explained and once Ch’ah was safely out of view, she stopped pretending to be contemplating by the ocean.

“You been fucking him for a week too, if Meche is right.” Her cousin gave her a knowing look.

He doesn’t judge her, he is as queer as her and liberal enough to give his mother all her gray hairs. His mother, Livia Drusila Riley who prides herself in being the only one to inherit Granda Patrick’s fiery red mane.

“I have known him for a week, I fucked him the night we met and last night. Tell Tia Livia I am not stupid and have taken enough tansy tea to fuck up my stomach.” Eva felt the coming of a headache just having to say that. “Did she tell your mother that she put fucking cilantro in my soup yesterday?”

It was so stupid, the men in the family can go about fucking who they please, and the moment Eva does something modern someone tattles on her on her aunt and godmother.

Once, one fucking time, someone sent a fucking letter to her godfather, the Pope. It was Felix Diaz ---Porfirio Diaz’s widower nephew--- who asked for his blessing to marry her after fourteen-year-old Eva refused the much older man on account of him being fucking forty.

“You never told her you have an allergy to it, how was she supposed to know you break out in hives?” her cousin said as they sat under the pavilion, in chairs to avoid dirtying their fine clothes. “Anyways, we figured there is a way to save you. It involves faking your death and putting you in a Manchester Car Company crate bound to England.”

“I like the first part, but not the second. I don’t like England, they have bad food and my ankle acts up with the damp and the cold.” Eva made a face. She had visited her father’s family once, they were working class, in Birmingham, England, more specifically the area of Small Heath.

There were gangsters there, Italian ones by the name Changretta and Traveller and Romani ones like her father by the name Shelby. Granny Ethel had suggested one of the Shelby boys in her last letter, the middle one, Thomas. Thomas Shelby who is ambitious and sharp as a knife and lost his girlfriend to consumption before the Great War.

And while Eva had nothing against her English family and the young man in question, she must refuse.

Eva Leonor Smith is not going to England, it was almost as bad as going to France or America in their family. And even then, something in her wanted to cry at the idea of never seeing Ch’ah again.

Maybe if she had never met K’uk’ulkan she would have gone to England happily and met this gangster her grandmother wants her to marry, but it’s too late for that.

“Our dear friend, Florence, is calling all her favors, don’t fucking waste her time, Eva, we don’t have other choices.” Israel reminds her.

Eva has a hefty criminal record, most countries refused to offer asylum because of it.

But there was one that guaranteed her a good life and freedom.

If only she could live underwater.

“I know, I just don’t want to leave. Not anymore.” The young witch admitted with a sigh.

Spirits, sighing and longing for a man she barely knows, when did she become so pathetic?

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He paints her, a graceful dancer in sheer white, flowers in her hair and dark eyes that have lived longer than her twenty-two years. She kneels and looks at the moon like the goddess Ixchel does in some of the paintings and statues.

“My grandson has discovered a way to save your woman.” The head priestess said breaking him from his concentration, Itza was part of the handful of people he allowed in his private chambers, and one of the three sorcerers who can use their power to breathe air like him without the need of the jade water masks.

Itza descended from the priest who foresaw their safety and prosperity by the mysterious flowers that grew from the meteor. Itza was advanced in years now, her grandson had her gift and would succeed her when the moment came, he would miss her, like he missed all his advisors and friends before and after her.

“The runes I have cast on myself can be shifted to give a reversed effect. She will breathe like one of us, but we would need to test them on her to make sure they have the desired effect.” The old witch woman gives him the scrolls with both spells.

He could not decipher that language, the writings for sorcerers were unintelligible by those not blessed with that ability.

“You have my gratitude, as always, Itza.” Ch’ah smiled and thanked her genuinely.

For a man supposedly cursed without love, you love your people very deeply, Eva had laughed as he told her things he hadn’t told anyone else.

There was a sense of companionship he did not want to lose with the pretty witch.

“She will make a splendid queen, I have seen it, ajaw.” Itza whispered as if anyone would dare speak against her here.

When she was young, Itza treated him like a brother and now she sees him as a favored son, or even grandson.

“I have no intentions of taking her as a wife, I barely know her, Itza.” Besides, she is mortal, surface dwellers have shorter life spans than the Talokanil. Ch’ah Toh Almehen could not put himself through the agony of outliving people he loves.

“But you will know her, you will come to love her as Itzamná loves Ixchel and you will see I was right, oh great K’uk’ulkan.” The witch woman chuckled as she sat at his table and explained how her spell worked.

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Notes: Eva is originally a Peaky Blinders oc paired with Tommy Shelby. Fic is completed, has over 100 one shots and spawned several aus in this blog. It is called Between the Shadow and the Soul

#eva smith shelby #eva smith riley #kukulkan x oc #kukulkan namor #eva x namor #namor x mexican!oc

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shunshuntaiga · 1 year

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Awww </3 stupid blue hellsite, eating my messages. whatever, it's not like you missed much, it was the usual suburra insanity lol. I really did, it's one of the best written english suburra fics. Tysm for sharing it. And I think it's normal to be a little unsure when finally posting any art because you, as the person making it, can always see it for what it can be, all the little improvements. But the readers see it for what it is, which in the case of your fic is: a goddamn beautiful story. <33 Ooo, you're absolutely right. The Adami family definitely takes pride in their legacy of always producing strong, commanding Alphas, or at the least Betas. And we can also tie Aurelia being an omega to his mom's death... Like, his dad makes him think that if he were born an alpha there wouldn't have been complications at his birth, so his mom would still be alive. And I know Livia loves him, but you cannot tell me that low-key she doesn't see him as her inferior because he is an omega. Classic, cheesy, who care? If it ain't broke, don't fix it. I got an idea... Ok, so Aurelia has been abusing inhibitors his whole life, so maybe he's never had a heat. So when he's alone with Spadi (maybe the ep with the mud baths) his supressants stop working for some reason (cough*fallinginlove*cough) and he gets his first one. And normally omegas can power through, but since he's supressed them for so long, it hits him as if he's having all the heats he missed. It's angsty af because it hurts him mentally and physically. Spadi doesn't know at first what's going on, but when he figures it out, he's afraid Aurelia might die. So yada yada, some denial later, they hook up. And of course Aureliano gets knocked up because the universe loves to fuck with them. And he doesn't tell Spadi because he's emotionally constipated and also so deep in the closet he has the right to vote in fucking Narnia. Which makes everything that happens in ep 9 sooo much worse. :') OH GOD, YOU'RE BIRLLIANT!! OF COURSE THEIR DAUGHTER WOULD BE RUBINA, OF COURSE!! also, in true wlw/mlm solidarity, Spadi and Angelica are each other's beards for Aureliano and Nadia. *Me, someone who refuses the last episode of the show because I don't have the emotional stability*: Ok, but what if we take the finale... and make it a THOUSAND TIMES WORSE?? 👀 At one point he wishes he would go numb, but Aure dying in his arms always hurts, no matter how many times it has happened before. And of course Spadi would blame himself, because he always sees any bad thing that happens as his fault (i hate his family so so much). And obviously the way out of the time loop is him finally accepting that the faith of the world is not on his shoulders and he deserves to be happy. But Aureliano needs to convince him of it once he starts also remembering the loop, which... easier said than done. Ooooh, now WHY would you do this to me??? Yes, sure.... let's add the angst of Aure dying in tears because he knows how much pain he is causing Spadi with each iteration, why not?? "But Spadì is almost praying that it’s not, because he can’t imagine any timeline where Aurelia isn’t by his side"-- *reads this*... *immediately starts building time machine so I can go back to kindegarten and stop my teacher from teaching me how to read* This is horrible... thank you <333 Awww, thank you!! High praise, coming from a genius such as yourself. 😌 OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!! YOU'RE STARTED WRITING IT, OH MY GOD!!! ILYSM 😳 duuude, lmfaooo.... istg i have a gift/curse because... for real, all my internet friends have at least once started writing insane/feral fics because of some idea I implanted into their heads :))) Good luck with the story!! I can't wait to see what you come up with. <33

Asksbfkdk I definitely would not say it's one of best English language fics for suburra, I mean, have you READ some of them??? Suburra fic writers go hard lol

Oh the mud baths being where it all starts is so good....... OR.... Hear me out, after Lele's death. When Aurelia has that heart to heart with Spadino about how he doesn't want to loose him. All those feelings he's repressed come bubbling up to the surface and his heat kicks in? Absolute disaster. Truth be told its just because I love Aurelia with the wing tattoos and beard the best, and that'd how I like to imagine him when I'm reading/writing.

*he's so deep in the closet he has voting rights in Naria* lmao yes he does. The poor sweet boy.

Oh OH but imagine if it did start at the mud baths, and then the 'hook up' could happen when Spadì kisses him for the first time (backseat, parking lot hook-up that leads to pregnancy?? It's so perfect in a slightly nasty way)

Season three finale? We don't know her lol we also can't forget the obvious time loop where Spadino sacrifices himself at the junkyard instead of Aurè. And IMAGINE if thats the loop where Aurelia starts to remember things...!!!

Also a scene where our poor Spadì gets drunk because he can't take it anymore, and spills everything to Aurelia

"No matter what I do it always ends the same way, where I'm on that fucking boat and you're dead in my arms!"

It's definitely quite the endeavor to write that's for sure, but the idea is just SO GOOD and there's so much room for perfect angst and hurt/comfort

I probably have to go rewatch the last couple of episodes to get the timeline right so I know where to diverge the plot.

#suburra #fanfic #anon you are truly a treat to get messages from

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starswornoaths · 2 years

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This Blessed Day - Ch. 7

@blackestnight's commission continues! (also oh my god, I forgot editing in mobile removes the "read more" break on the last chapter, that's been fixed, I'm so sorry about that)

Lucia is left with her thoughts, and the roiling anxiety in the pit of her stomach. A conversation with Aymeric does little to alleviate her woes.

Word count: 2,995

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It was well enough into autumn that the weather had taken a turn for the colder, and that fire in her chest had yet to abate.

The Black Wolf has yet to rear a weak pup. May you not be the first.

Lucia’s stomach knotted itself up all over again, as was its wont, of late. Just before dinner, it inspired her to excuse herself through the servant’s entry in the kitchens to get some fresh air in the quiet, crisp evening. The little fenced in yard was quiet, but peaceful, and it gave her space to disentangle her emotions. Or at least, attempt to.

If nothing else, the dark was a familiar sort of calm; it reminded her of better jobs, in simpler days, when her life was only gray and gaslight, and a bit of work from within the shadows. Needing to feel as though she could still hide, just for a few moments, she hunched low, crouched and observed her hands as they wrung and fidgeted.

The Black Wolf has yet to rear a weak pup. May you not be the first.

Before she had been captured, even, just the recollection of that thinly veiled threat was enough to make her heart lurch. At the time, the comment had been easily brushed off; she had never failed a job before, and she had worked her way into being a spy on the same merits that she had fostered in herself, under Lord Gaius’ tutelage.

Logically, she knew, even at the time, that she was being pressured because of her sister climbing higher in the ranks than she did. She was a reflection of Livia’s stock, and the quality thereof. They were meant to inspire one another, to reach greater heights together.

The difference, one that no one seemed to care to notice, was that it was Livia, who wanted to aim higher. To drag herself up, and reclaim the safety of being in their adopted father’s inner circle, in particular. To make her feel protected, in that way that the Empire itself never could.

Whatever resentment that Lucia might have harbored toward Livia, for effectively throwing her to the side for the chance to claw her way back to the man that had helped raise them, she could never begrudge Livia the why, of it all.

Lucia had found her own sliver of protection—or, rather, she had thought that she had. The more time she spent away from home, and the longer that she ruminated on that Tribunus Militum’s snide comment, the more she realized that, at some point, she must have done something to piss someone off, in high command.

Possibly even Gaius himself, for all she knew. Or Livia.

This assignment, one she had thought had been given to her for her excellence in her field, had been, she swiftly realized, a direct attempt on her life. Even if it hadn’t been perceived that way by her immediate commanding officer, he got his orders from somewhere out of her reach, and there was evidently only room for one Junius, in the upper echelon of the military, insofar as those who mattered cared.

If it had even been that personal; the turnaround on spies was notoriously high, often rotated out to R&D’s security details, or somewhere higher in clearance, for the exceptional ones whose skill outweighed the risk of keeping them alive and knowing too much. Or, those who had lived through the attempt to “retire” them.

You’ll get a job thrown in your lap that will likely kill you, eventually. Ouroboros had said, several times, throughout his lessons in espionage and subterfuge, in between as many blows as he could, during their combat training. And it’s either because someone’s impressed with you, or because someone hates you. Regardless, it is a test. Succeed, or else. And remember: it’s when, not if, you get one. Because you will.

The tendons in her hands ached in the faint chill of the evening. She flexed and clenched her fingers, and, when she realized it would not calm the buzzing in her nerves, plucked a wayward stick, likely fallen from the branches hanging overhead, and took to lightly etching and poking at a spare, empty patch in the garden. It was hardly a hobby she was attached to, but it was something for her hands to do, while she mulled over her thoughts.

She had thought herself good enough to get cycled up, promoted into something cushy and quiet, where she could keep her head down, and have enough time to herself, to find a proper reason to live. Naive as it had been, she’d been banking on her penchant for avoiding the scuttlebutt, and the petty infighting, being enough to keep her from being rotated out, in favor of new staff.

“What is that you’re sketching there?” Aymeric asked, startling her out of her thoughts.

She’d been so focused on the movement of the stick in her hand, Lucia hadn’t even realized the shape she was sketching, rough as it was, until his question prompted her to take in what she had faintly dug into the earth. The ring she’d drawn was a bit lopsided and misshapen, but the pointed arrow marking where the ring overlapped to make itself complete, she recognized what she’d been drawing.

When she looked up at him, standing over by the doorway some paces off, he was haloed by the light coming in from the kitchens. In his hand, he held up a muffin he’d doubtless absconded with from the kitchens. Margelyne would smack his hand with a wooden spoon, once she found out...provided she hadn’t already.

After measuring what she deemed good enough for an answer, she replied, “An Ouroboros,” and resumed her idle poking and strokes with the stick.

The etching became more focused as she defined the outline of the snake, looped around itself, as she continued, “Admittedly, hadn’t really decided to sketch it. Just sort of…happened.”

Aymeric made a noise in the back of his throat as though he understood—maybe he’d also been prone to idle scribbling. Or journaling. He looked like someone who kept a journal.

Breaking the muffin in his hand in half, he squatted by where she knelt and offered her the bigger piece. She took the proffered half with a startled word of thanks.

“A dragon eating its own tail. Any particular symbolism for you?” He asked, before he popped a bit of muffin in his mouth.

“The beginning and ending of all things,” Lucia recited the mythology, by heart, because the tale had always, always prefaced the lesson. After chewing on a bite of muffin, and his words both, she noted, “Though...you said dragon. In Garlemald, it’s a serpent. It’s not on any government symbols, but I always see— used to see— this symbol, in some way or another, on every medicus clinic in my district.”

“Fascinating,” Aymeric hummed, and he seemed to take a genuine interest. He settled back on his haunches, and, after swallowing another bite of muffin for himself, asked, “What does it mean to you, that it inspires you to draw it when left to your thoughts?”

“…For me? It’s…familiar, I suppose.” Lucia said, shrugging the shoulder not tracing the lines deeper in the dirt. “Like I said, I saw it everywhere.”

She studied her own crude drawing for a moment, in contemplative silence, as they both finished off the last few bites of their foodstuff. Her handiwork was a far cry from the clean, neat lines that were often laser etched into glass, or burned onto wood signs, in the poorer districts, not unlike where she had grown up. Despite how many years it had been since she had last ventured out to the fringes of the capital, she could remember clearly how often she would see the almost artful depictions of the serpent adorning the doors—that’s how you know you’re in the right place for Papa’s medicine, sweetheart, she remembered how her mother would wheeze, pressing meager coins into palms too little to hold them.

“You are homesick.” Aymeric’s sympathetic tone drew her out of her rumination, and she looked up to see him offering her a wincing smile.

She was tempted to ask if he knew what it felt like at all; she couldn’t picture him travelling terribly far from Ishgard, for how notoriously strict the city was, even with its citizenry. In many ways, especially with its citizenry. Swallowing the question down with the lump that had formed in her throat, she opted to look back down at her crude drawing.

“In a sense, I suppose. Though admittedly, my home is not my own, even in Garlemald.”

Expecting questions wanting elaboration, it surprised her instead when Aymeric nodded. “Career military, then? Naught outside of it?” At her nod, he shrugged. “So it is for me— insofar as is not expected of me by m— the Borels.”

That confession was a spark that set off a chain reaction in her chest: first, she felt surprised. Surprised, because she hadn’t expected him to be so solitary in a house that, by her every estimation, considered him part and parcel of its lifeblood. That shock was only momentary. It was engulfed by the ensuing anger that ran hot in her ribcage. He spoke with entirely too much confidence that they could relate, for one brought into such privilege. What did he know of not having a home? What did he know of it, having the choice that he did?

“…You said it was a dragon, in Halonic iconography.” Lucia spoke up in a distant tone to change the subject. “Why?”

“You know at least some details of the Dragonsong War, I imagine.” He began dryly, and she nodded; it wasn’t exactly a secret.

He held out his hand far enough to catch her eye, and when she realized what he was asking for, she handed him the stick she had drawn with. His hand was practiced, if awkward, as he began to draw lines branching out from the serpent—ah, a wing, she realized when it had begun to resemble a long bat.

“As it is taught, our history is inextricably intertwined with that of the dragons; time was, we lived in peace, once. When King Thordan was betrayed by a dragon, however, it sparked a conflict that rages on to this day. The Ouroboros is a warning and reminder both, in Ishgard: a cycle of life and death. Of the Dragonsong War itself, were one more philosophically inclined.”

The teeth marked and bared upon the wyrm’s own tail, Aymeric handed the stick back to her. She was grateful that he seemed to understand her need for something to pull her focus from her words, for them to come out at all. For that, she was grateful.

“Seems a grim mark, especially one to teach to children.”

“’Tis the way of it here.” Aymeric shrugged, still studying the etching. “It is the most crucial cog in any war machine.”

“Scaring children with bedtime stories?” She balked.

He seemed unaffected by her question, and paused to look up at her plainly. “Propaganda. You are familiar, I presume.”

For a moment, she didn’t necessarily know what to say to that. She finally settled on, “I would be a fool not to be.”

“Anyone would be, truly. Naught is too sacred to use as fuel to keep a war going— history, perhaps, least of all.”

Lucia had begun moving the stick without thought, adding details to the altered drawing. Scales, to lend it a more Dravanian appearance.

“So it has ties to your history. Fine. But that’s what it means to the church.” She noted. “You didn’t mention what it meant to you.”

“I suppose, that answer is one and the same—to a point.” Aymeric took another moment to ponder his next words. “Mayhap, in some ways, the symbol reminds me of…home, in a more general sense.”

She couldn’t help but note the care with which he chose his words there, that told her that he was not referring to the Borel household, but Ishgard itself. Perhaps it was healthy of him to speak as though he were in the presence of a spy. He was, after all. Technically speaking. For however successful she had been at it.

The stick lifted from the drawing, replanting itself near where she had made a forked tongue stick out of its mouth, overlapping on the tail. Jagged lines were drawn on either side. The dragon bore fangs, now.

“We toil in the same way as our ancestors did, spill blood as our ancestors did, and we go nowhere. This war has been at the longest stalemate in history, and we have changed nothing, in all that time, and we wonder why we are getting nowhere.” Aymeric snorted derisively under his breath, and the noise struck her as odd coming from him; he had rarely been anything but well mannered. “Madness.”

It was…startling, in how refreshing it was, to hear say that. More so when it was one she felt she could, at least, trust enough to not actively seek to harm her. Maybe it was because she was so starved for that, for conversation that she felt she could engage in, that she made that reason enough, for her to hesitantly open up, just a little, about her own experiences. Not enough to compromise her, for goodness’ sakes, but it never hurt to have someone on the inside just a little bit endeared to her.

Mind thus made up, Lucia tipped her proverbial hand, just a little, as she replied with, “I’m surprised you think so.”

“’Tis not an uncommon thought to have here.” He shrugged again. “But best of luck getting anyone to say it, unless they’re keen on seeing what is at the bottom of Witchdrop for themselves.”

A sympathetic wince pinched Lucia’s expression without conscious thought. “I sympathize.” she said slowly, carefully measuring what would and would not be too much information. “Garlemald, for all its advancements, is far from different, in that regard.”

Certainly not if you asked anyone in the upper echelon of Imperial social circles, but then, most of them hadn’t grown up starving, and orphaned, for the cardinal sin of breathing. Not like she did. None of them had ever been beaten for having the audacity to ask a question.

When he had first brought her here, Lucia had dismissed his notions that he could ever hope to lead Ishgard into a better future. Even now, she was all but certain that the city would devour him long before he saw any meaningful progress. Cities like Ishgard and Garlemald did that, to the revolutionaries that tried to stay and change something.

But in that moment, she understood the position that he had put himself in, being so acutely aware of every flaw in the machine of which he was but a cog. It had been, in truth, the same spot she had lived in, for as long as she could remember being clever enough to see it. It was…nice, to be able to speak on it, even a little, with someone who understood the same feeling, but did not have the same information as her. In that way, talking about it didn’t feel redundant.

“Dost mine ears deceive me, or is the lady reconsidering her stance on our savage land?” Aymeric asked in a flat voice, a hand over his heart, a look of blatantly false shock on his face.

“Reconsidering, aye. But not convinced.” she snorted, before she could think better of it.

Something about the unsurprised nod of his head in response agitated her. That fire that she had only barely managed to bank flickered dangerously as he straightened, and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“Tends to be the way of it, in the beginning. You’re touched, but not moved. It’d be unfair to expect much more than that.” The smile he gave her quieted the roar of blood in her ears into a distant murmur: for all his words, it was clear that he genuinely believed them. “But you are open to listening. And that is reason enough to keep trying.”

Something close to pride made Lucia bristle at that comment. To imply that she was some malleable, easily manipulated loon incapable of forming her own opinions, were she to give it an uncharitable interpretation, would be to insult the very core of her being. Perhaps, had this conversation happened when she were still undercover, she’d have snarled under her breath about it later and thought no further on it.

But it was as Aymeric said: she was listening now. And that initial defensiveness softened.

He had made no secret of his intent to convince her that his was a worthy cause. Were she honest, that was refreshing, in its own way. Perhaps it was because he had been so upfront with her, from almost the start, she had been more willing to listen.

Or perhaps she needed something to fill the hollow in her chest, where the numbness had once taken residence. Something to smother the rising flames in her chest.

Anything to help keep it together, as she searched for escape.

As Lucia stood up and stuffed her hands in her pockets, she reminded herself that whatever she might learn, she would ultimately have to let go, upon her escape. At the thought of it, her hand curled around the beacon in her pocket. She looked down at what they had created, as she stroked her thumb along the smooth metal, pensive.

Better that she remember that their sentiments, and her interest in the inner workings of this world of savages, all needed to be as fleeting and temporary as the self-entwined dragon-snake, etched collaboratively into the dirt that she was now sweeping away with the flat of her boot, before they went back inside.

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #Lucia goe Junius #Aymeric de Borel #blackestnight #commissioned writing #I literally could not have avoided them getting into religious and philosophical debates if my life had depended on it #and this is the first of many #I was enabled and left unattended and Lucia wanted to wrestle me every step of the way into actually TALKING as a character #so hopefully her emotional and mental shifts as the story progresses make sense #we're like. a quarter of the way there! roughly! \o/#thank y'all for your patience I really hope this hasn't spammed notifs for people too badly

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nicolecossack · 2 years

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-Mini Story Part 5: Duel Test- (the following duel is actually a ranked duels i had in duel links)

Early in the morning Livia is woken up by an alarm clock. She groans, not wanting to wake, and soon the alarm stops, someone turned it off.

"Get up already, you ain't doing yourself any favors staying in bed.", Primos booming voice rang in her ears.

"I don't wanna . . .", Livia replied. It took her a moment to remember where she was, but then she sudden she got up. "Oh my god!"

"You have memory loss when you sleep? I don't get you, girl.", Primo said.

Livia got out of bed just before the door opened to her room. Two strangely clothed people stepped in.

"Good Morning, Livia. I hope you slept well. We are here as your instructors.", the woman said.

"Please follows us and we will explain everything to you, after that you will go have breakfast and we will go from there."

Livia nods slowly. The two lead her out of her room through the facility. They enter a Duel Arena. Livia looks around, having a strange feeling she saw this arena before from somewhere, but she is sure he never been in this place before.

"We have scheduled your first 2 weeks. You will be trained as a Duelist here in preparation for your task in the Synchro Dimension. Let us run down the plans what you will be learning.", The man said.

They pull out a holographic screen. It shows Livia the things they wanna teach her at which date, even counts in delays if she isn't good at something and needs more training.

"As you can see, the first 2 or 3 days will be dueling tests, we will put you up against duelists to see how well you preform in standard duels. After that you will be taught the summoning mechanics you may have never seen before while in the Synchro Dimension. There is a bit to learn in that direction and you can then also get cards here for those summoning mechanics for free if you think it suits your Deck. The least dueling related thing you will be taught here are driving a duel runner and turbo dueling. These are only thought to people who are send to the synchro dimension. You know the importance of that i'm sure. If you pass, you will get your own duel runner as well.", the woman explained to her. Livia got actually pretty excited when she heard she'd get to learn turbo dueling, as that was what she wished to do, become an ace Turbo Duelists. She loved watching those duels and how they worked when she was still a child. Her parents never agreed to well with her there though, she never understood why. After that briefing she was guided to a Cafeteria like area, where she saw a lot of people.

"Hey, Livia, nice to see you again.", from a bit away she can see Kevin, he came to her. "How was your nightly stay?"

"Odd, i am not used to it, but i still slept good.", she told him.

"Foods on the house here, sense we are members, even rookies like you. Though, i already suspect you are treated differently here, perhaps Aesir knows you from somewhere. Anyway, i guess you have a long day, pick up a fork.", Kevin goes with her to help her around. For how cold he sounds, he seems to care at least. Livia and Kevin get some food and sit down together.

"Kevin, how long have you been here?", Livia asked while they eat.

"I think a few years actually, i sometimes forget flow of time here.", he replied.

"What do you do here?"

"I work in the XYZ dimension, currently no duty, but i know its coming up soon, when i'll be gone for a long time again. You really only rest here a bit, missions take long, some don't get recalled for months. All to get their goals, we have hardly any power here and just follow orders.", he spoke a bit saddened, Livia can tell he also hates this place.

"How do they keep everyone in line?", she asked curiously.

"A man called Sayer runs a Brain Research Lab here.", *Kevin leans closer and whispers to her," They are brainwashing people who are not obedient here."

("Just as i thought from what i gathered"), Livia heard Primos voice in her head.

"I see . . .", she thought about it.

"Don't worry, i think you will be able to handle that and avoid it. Sayer is pretty picky with the people he actually takes. He is one of the leading figures here together with Aesir and Liz.", Kevin said as he finished eating. Livia also finished right after.

"Thank you, Kevin, i should get going, don't want them to get angry." Kevin nods and lets her go. Livia heads back to the duel area where one more person is now there as well.

"Welcome back, your Opponent also arrived now. I hope you are ready to start. You will be doing three duels, see it as a match only that its three different decks. You have to win two of the three to pass the test today.", the woman said.

Livia nods and gets out her duel disk," I am ready."

The two instructors and two of the three other people then step aside and lets them onto the duel field. They take position and start shuffling their decks before the duel. Ones ready they shout duel.

"I will be going first." Her Opponent declares. "I play the field spell Triamid Fortress.", the area they stand it changes into a dessert area with a strange looking Pyramid behind her Opponent. "Now i summon Triamid Hunter in attack position.", the monster appears, its like a Egyptian deity of some kind. "While i have a face-up Field Spell i can use Hunters effect to normal summon another Rock type monster from my head, and it will be another Triamid Hunter.", a second Hunter appears. "I set two cards face down and end my turn."

("What a weak start, destroy him."), Primos spoke to her.

"Its my turn, draw!", *Livia draws a card, then looks at her hand.

"I will activate my trap card, Powersink Stone.", her opponent suddenly yelled.

"What?!", Livia responded.

"Each time a monster effect is activated, this card gains a Spellstone Counter, ones it has 2 then all effects of monsters on the field are negated.", he explained.

"Mhm. . .!", ("guess i need to fight around that, but his defense is so weak i might be able to push for game turn two if i am smart. . ."), Livia thought. Scanning her options she had, she had some eyes of blue monstes and a blue-eyes white dragon, even a Ancient rules spell card, but also had a Wisel in hand, then she thought of an idea.

"Alright, i summon Maiden with Eyes of Blue in attack position.", then the infinity Symbole on her implant activates and glows red. "Duel skill activate, i play spark breaker!", her duel skill allows her to play it from outside of her deck. "Spark breaker effect activates, i can target and destroy one of my own monsters and i choice Maiden with eyes of blue.," thats when the maidens special effect activates,"when the maiden gets targeted by an card effect i can special summon a blue-eyes white dragon from my deck to the field! Come forth!", The large frame of the white dragon appears, after that the maiden is destroyed by spark breaker, this also puts a counter on the trap card. "Sense my monster was destroyed by a card effect, i can activate Wisels effect to special summon itself! Assemble, Meklord Emperor Wisel.", the pieces of the Emperor combine into one and its large frame threatingly casts a shadow on the battle field. This effect puts a second counter on the trap card.

"Powersink stone has 2 counters now, so all our monsters effects are negated . . .", her opponent said.

"Heh, perfect, because this means you lose now!", her opponent stared in shock, she didn't have enough attack power. "I activate Ancient Rules, it allows me to special summon a normal monster level 5 or higher from hand and i chose my second Blue-Eyes White dragon!", a second dragon appears on the field. "Heh, normally, Meklord Emperor Wisel prevents other monsters from attacking, but sense his effect is negated, i can attack with all of them~", thats when her opponent realized the misplay he made. Livia commands her monsters to attack, her two Blue-Eyes destroy the triamid hunters, then Meklord Emperor Wisel attack directly for game, winning her the game. ("Not bad, cleaver even, i like how you destroy your enemies~"), Primo chuckled enjoying the show it seems. ("Well, with a bit of help at least~"). Livia listened to him. Help? What kind of help was her, but then she things about it, of course, the spark breaker, this is not the duel skill she normally has. ("Don't be confused, your duel skill just evolved to suit the Meklord Emperor. Lets say you have a two in one now. I let you borrow that skill from me."), he explained.

("So you made me know what it is and how to use it to, hu?", she asked.

("With that implant its not hard to temper with your little head i will admit, but you are useless to me if you don't preform well, so i thought i'd help you at least a little bit, little human."), he was talking with such disrespect, it really made her kinda angry he was stuck to her.

"Well done, Livia, perhaps this was to easy for you . . . When we heard you don't have a lot of dueling experience we thought this might be a good match up. Now we know better, your next opponent won't be as easy though.", her instructors said. "However we need to rethink the set up, so you are allowed to have a break. You may explore the area here nearby. We will get you ones we are ready."

Livia is let of to wander about, she heads outside of the duel arena into the corridors. Primos become visible to her.

"So, you never dueled before?", he asked.

"No, not at all, but i never dueled that much, mom and dad said i should focus on other things.", she replied.

"How strange, you are talented, didn't expect you to handle yourself that well, despite how easy that boy was.", he looked away, "I am guessing they will at least give you one synchro deck to fight against, that will be more satisfying to watch. Crushing all the hopes they had with those monsters using Wisel."

"You don't seem to fond of synchro monsters.", Livia looked at him.

"These type of monsters mean nothing but failure and should be punished as such.", the destain for the mosnter type is clear in his voice, he hates them.

"Heh, i guess we won't get along a lot then, i use a few myself.", she takes out her extra deck, which contained Synchro Monsters but also Fusion Monsters. "My ace is a synchro monster even.", she showed him her Blue-Eyes Spirit Dragon. Primo seemed disgusted by the sight.

"Useless, if it were for me i'd burn those cards right away, but i guess you will need them for now, unless you wanna hand those over to me and i will give you a much better deck~", he threatend her a bit.

"No, thanks, this Meklord card is strange enough to be in my deck, plus this deck was a gift from my father, so you ain't getting it!", she was angry at his offer and complete lack of any respect.

"One day you will beg for it, the moment those cards fail you, you will discard them and i will watch in glee as you come crawling to me and plead for my help.", he laughs darkly, then he disappears again.

Livia was angry, such an arrogant bastard he is, it feels like a curse to have him as if the Situation she was in wasn't bad enough for her. She walked down the Corridors trying to get her mind off from him, while trying to prepare for the next duel.

#yugioh 5ds #mini story #duel test

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the-bee-graveyard · 3 years

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Congrats on 100 followers!!! How about kitty?

Thank you Fae ❤️

I’m sorry this took so long, I’m lazy

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Alright I call this one Windows, it’s inspired by the scene in Riverdale where Kevin and Betty are talking about Archie because it’s the one thing I remember about that show and it fits:

Twin sisters can be a lot of things. They can be best friends, forever companions. They can also be clingy, and nosy, and they can scare the shit out of you when they sneak into your room unannounced and you look up from looking out your window to see her standing next to you smiling like she was about to commit a murder.

“Shit Livvy!” Ty exclaimed, jumping back. His cat, Irene, hissed and leaped off his bed, coming to rub herself up against Livvy.

“What are we looking at?” Livvy asked, punching Ty on the arm playfully. It didn’t hurt but he flinched, and she moved herself to make sure she wasn’t touching him.

“Nothing,” Ty said quickly, trying to think of a way to close the blinds on his window without Livvy noticing. As if she could read his mind Livvy looked out the window and let out a loud gasp.

“Oh my god,” she exclaimed. “Kit got hot.”

Kit Herondale had been their neighbor since the fifth grade when the nice couple next door Tessa and Jem adopted him. He’d been friends with the Blackthorn’s since the sixth. Ty had a huge crush on him since the seventh, Livvy found out about it in the eighth, Kit went to visit family in England at the end of the ninth for the summer, and now they were all back here at the beginning of tenth grade, Kit looking like a whole Greek god.

Ty peeled out the window again. Kit had his window open (he always did) and he sat on his bed shirtless, looking down at his phone. He looked up for a second and Livvy waved. Kit smiles and waved back before looking down at his phone again.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ty hissed. “Now he’s going to know we were watching him, and he’s going to think we’re creeps, and he’s going to tell everyone we’re creeps, and we’ll forever be known as the creepy stalker twins next door.”

“Can’t be worse than Mark being known as ‘strawberry boy’,” Livvy shrugged, referring to when their older brother went to a restaurant and ordered a plate of strawberries.

“It’s a lot worse than strawberry boy.”

“None of that is going to happen, I was just waving hello. We’ve all waved below a hundred times from this window. You need to calm down.” Ty fought the urge to throw a shoe at his sister. Calm down? How the hell was he supposed to calm down? Why don’t they all just start freaking meditating, because apparently, he was the one who needed to calm down. “He stares at you to you know, which means two things. One, the two of you need to start closing your blinds. Two, he totally likes you back.” Ty blushed.

“No he doesn’t,” Ty said. “Now promise me you won’t get involved.” Livvy stayed silent. “Livia Blackthorn, promise me.”

“Fine, fine,” Livvy sighed. “I promise.”

“Good,” Ty said cheerily, off to go find his bee plushie before bed, he’d let Tavvy borrow it, and Tavvy had a horrible habit of not returning things to their rightful spot.

*Time jump to the morning*

“Ty, please get the door!” His mother, Eleanor called (Author’s Note: Eleanor’s alive because I said so) Ty opened their from door to reveal Kit standing there, a grin that should look ridiculous plastered on his face, but Ty found it cute.

“How’s my favorite Blackthorn doing?” Kit asked.

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking Christopher,” Ty’s little sister, Dru said as she walked by them.

“I see you still have an attitude problem,” Kit said.

“How was England?” Dru asked. “Are you as big an asshole to the British as you are to the Americans?”

“Drusilla Blackthorn, we don’t fucking swear in my damn house.” Kit gave a dramatic gasp. Ty was pretty sure he was being sarcastic, Kit was good at that. “Shit! And yes, Christopher Jonathan Herondale doesn't discriminate, he’s an asshole to all.”

“I don’t think you’re an asshole,” Ty frowned, making Kit’s smile widened. He lost the frown, it was hard to frown when Kit smiled like that. Ty cursed his heart slamming in his chest, he swore everyone else could hear it.

“Is Livvy walking with us?” Kit asked. They’d agreed before Kit left that summer to walk together for the first day of school, and Ty was touched Kit didn’t forget. He certainly hadn’t, he’d been waiting every day since Kit left to see him again.

“Livvy will not be walking to school with you,” Livvy said from the stairs. “Livvy’s getting a ride with Julian and Emma, it’s too hot to walk. Livvy will also stop talking it the third person, it’s fucking annoying.” Bullshit, Ty thought. Livvy’d rather walk through the desert than ride with Julian and Emma, she always complained about their obnoxious amount of PDA. And if Livvy went with Julian and Emma then he’d be stuck all alone with Kit and things would get awkward and Kit would find out about Ty’s crush and he’d hate Ty and Ty would have to flee the country to avoid seeing him every day.

Ty was about to tell his sister to suck it up and grab her backpack when his mother walked into the room. “Kit! Hello!” Eleanor said, waving enthusiastically with one hand, the other hand fiddling with a pipe cleaner.

“Hi Mrs. Bla- Eleanor,” Kit said. Eleanor insisted no one called her Mrs. Blackthorn, she said it sounded too formal and it made her feel old.

“I just came to tell you to have a good first day Ty,” Eleanor said. She came over a kissed her son on the forehead, slipping his fidget toy in his pocket quickly before heading back to the kitchen. “I love you!” She called.

“Should we get going then?” Kit asked. Ty nodded and wrapped his backpack, putting his hands in his pockets so they wouldn’t flap so much. Kit said it many times before he liked it when Ty flapped his hands, but Ty was just used to hiding it.

“I thought of you all summer,” Kit said as soon as they walked far from the Blackthorn house. “I missed you so much. You’re so much better than Tessa’s Aunt Harriet.”

“At least you got to go abroad,” Ty sighed. “All I got was listening to Livvy complain about the heat and Dru ranting about the new season of some horror show she watches.”

“Mark and Helen came home though, didn’t he?” Mark went to college in New York with his boyfriend Kieran and girlfriend Cristina, and Helen and her wife Aline both had high paying jobs as lawyers in New York too,

“Yeah, Helen and Aline came for a week and then Mark came for two,” Ty explained. “Helen brought me a keychain for my bag, and she brought me a copy of A Study In Scarlet. Of course, I already own it, but this one was a different edition.” Ty paused. “Am I boring you?”

“Never,” Kit replied. Ty looked at the other boy and saw the other boy staring at him. Kit then whispered something, so quietly Ty almost didn’t here him, “I love you Ty, I love you.” Ty stood still, his body refusing to move. Plenty of people said I love you, but those were just words. And even if Kit did mean them, that didn’t mean he meant them in a romantic way.

By the time Ty came out of his frozen state Kit had already turned and begun to run in the other direction. Kit was fast, but Ty was faster. He caught up to Kit in no time even though the other boy had a head start and grabbed his wrist. Kit spun around, his eyes filled with tears that hadn’t fell yet.

“Can I-” Ty asked. “Can I kiss you?”

“Of course,” Kit asked. Ty pressed his lips to Kit’s, and the kiss was everything Ty could have imagined. When they finally pulled apart Kit had the same ridiculous grin from earlier on his face.

“We’re going to be late to school,” Ty said.

“That’s all you have to say?”

“Well it’s the truth.”

“Won’t be the first time.”

“For me it will be.”

“I forgot what a goody two-shoes you are.”

“Fuck you.” Ty took Kit’s hand and smiled as they finished their walk to school.

Maybe twin sisters weren’t so bad.

Ty’s phone buzzed.

Livvy: Get your mans bitch

He took it back, twin sisters were definitely that bad.

#ty blackthorn #kit herondale #kit x ty #kitty #the dark artifices #the 🧚fae🧚 tag #asks #Rory celebrates 100 followers #tsc

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Instinct by Sherrilyn McQueen

Series: Chronicles of Nick, #6 Read time: 2 Days Rating: 5/5

The quote: You were kind to me and I don’t believe in repaying kindness with cruelty. — Xevikan Daraxerxes

God Xev breaks my heart. A whole lot of the support cast in CoN are heartbreaking but there is something else about Xevikan that is just something else. He is pain, PTSD and power. “To give you an inkling, Gautier, I was the only ancient god born who could kill a Chthonian.”, look he is terrifying powerful and I adore him. I love Caleb I do but his inability to listen to Xev's side of the Liliana disaster makes me want to cry, slap him and then say 'what would Liliana say to you now'. Xev is tortured by that moment and we see it, I want to see more of it because there is trauma there that needs to understood. His reaction to Aeron says a lot. Oh and I'm so pleased with how we've met Aeron, I knew of him but not his story. Though there is something truly musing about seeing Xev as an Egyptian Mau nicknamed Mr. Fuzzy Boots., of course, Xev hates the name. Nick and Xev have one of the best relationships in the series. Nick is the only person who sees Xev. I know that was an unusual start, I needed to get it out of my system.

While Illusion helps the readers understand Kody and her parentage and family, Instinct deals as best as it can with Calebs. But Caleb's family is, at best, complicated. And this entire book is essentially done with Caleb absent due to the monster of the week. That monster of the week was someone I had not even thought of. I'm not sure entirely where this fits in. At times it feels like it follows on almost immediately from Illusion, at times it feels like some time has passed. But there is one line I found interesting "He’d only known it existed for less than two years." between Infinity and the end of Instinct is less than two years, and there is a year-long gap in there somewhere. There is a lot to digest coming out of this. All the characters in play, the changes in the world in dynamic and the new pieces of lore to deal with. The plot boils down to Nick working with his allies to save Cherise and Caleb and deciding whom he can trust. CoN books seem to have simplistic plots but the plot is not the point of them, they are character and lore driven. And the plot does well to display the characters in different lights. It gives some idea of where this might be going and Ambrose's shocking appearance was not a good sign. I really enjoyed this it moves at a good pace and doesn't try to do anything too smart. But I really wish there were family trees for some of these characters somewhere. That conversation between Xev and Mennie gets complicated fast even knowing the players. That said the ignorance is in line with Nick's knowledge base so it does fit.

All right have a dump of notes because otherwise, this review becomes obscenely long.

The six generals of the ušumgallu. Grim, Bane and Laguerre who live permanently earthside. The others who had to be called, Xevikan, Livia and Yrre.

The six primal gods. Those of the light; Razer, Cam and Verlyn. Those of the dark; Noir, Azure and Braith. Braith is complicated, while she aligns to the dark she is more grey. Two of the primary gods are missing; Razer and Braith. Verlyn was captured.

It wasn’t easy being Death. Made it hard to make friends. Harder still to keep them. No one was ever really happy to see you. Being around anyone tended to make them nervous and jumpy. Really sucked most days." — Being is Grim's head is something different. That is where we spend the prologue.

Braith got screwed by her siblings. I don't blame her from hiding from them for such a long time.

Zeitjägers. That's Germanic and German is a constructive language. Zeit is time. Jäger is hunter. Zeitjägers are entirely Sherri's creation as far as I can tell. But German is an interesting choice linguistically.

“Believe it or not, he can be quite charming when he’s not psychotic. And Hekate has always had a thing for bad boys.” — This about Noir. This is right after we meet Dagon, their son.

“That was you what done that with Zeus and them Arcadians and gots into all that trouble? Ooo, I remember that. That was so bad for you, but so nice for you to do! You the Simi’s hero.” — mine too Simi queen, mine too. Long story short Dagon helped Lycaon create the Were-hunters. I didn't know we knew him. And with his parentage, I'm not surprised he's willing to rebel.

Oh Noir, how did you get that body? And can please gtfo so we can have it back?

I knew Aeron was going to be important but I didn't understand why.

“But be warned with that lineup, Malachai, you have chosen one of the most powerful groups ever assembled. Together, they could wield enough power to one day kill you.” — Damn Nick that is a smart play. It's an insurance policy. Also good choices, they are all super intelligent in their own fields too.

As an aside. I can't remember another character like Liliana. A character with a shattering impact who is never met. She feels like more than Caleb's wife at times, she feels like an anchor for him. As Nick points out other characters in Sherri's verses have this but we spend substantial time with them in flashbacks. That is not the case with Liliana.

Am I the only one reading this series that feels like there is a book missing? When did Nick find out about Mennie/Ma'at, Nashira, his brother, Monakribos (well his name), in some ways even the names of the 6 source? These aren't just important to Nick, they are important to US. While I do read the Dark-Hunter novels as well and am aware of some of the surrounding lore the primary intended audience of the CoN series would not be. The DH novels are aimed at adults and contain content as such, the CoN novels are aimed at those in their teens.

I want to add this too... this is what an Egyptian Mau looks like.

And when you know Xev has an attitude (for a reason) this is perfect.

#instinct #chronicles of nick #sherrilyn mcqueen #sherrilyn kenyon #book review #read 2021 #ktreviews #younglings

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I have to write an actual review on Gallifrey TW4 for the podcast I’m in but I have a writer’s block, so here are some of my thoughts on the box because I need to yell about it somewhere and my friends are pissed that I keep yelling on twitter. Spoilers ahead!

Don’t expect anything coherent to come out of this post I’m just going to throw stuff in this post and if you get it you get it lol. It’s not like I have fully recovered from the blow anyway...

Deception is a great introdution to the box and probably one of the best Gallifrey audios. I hate it when the OT4 gets separated (and that it happens all the time!), and in this case it happens between Narvin and Leela. However, it’s always great to see Leela working on her own and interacting with other people. When she tried to save those people from the resistance, the way she dealt with the situation even when she felt lost because she couldn’t trust her senses - a tool Leela values a lot as a warrior and a hunter - was absolutely incredible and it reminded me (not that I could ever forget that) of how much I love and admire her.

Listening to them being inside the distortion field felt like a really bad trip

All I could think throughout the box and not just Deception is that Leela had a crush on Eris and man I can’t blame her at all not only he was a great guy he’s really good looking and I got a crush on him too akshdashdkjaks

I don’t think I say this enough, but I really like Livia. She’s not evil, she just makes a lot of bad choices and she has this problem of being too much on the fence, which is not the characteristic of a true leader. She was never one. But still, even if I don’t remember the content of the earlier audios she’s in I’ve always liked her. And I liked that she finally chose a side in the end. I mean, she did when she helped the resistance, and that was a good beginning.

Also can I interest you with my headcanon that she was Romana’s girlfriend at the Academy and they broke up? Lol Anyways, when she heard that Romana had “died” she was shocked and later on complimented her as a person and I kind of wish we saw more of them on good terms

Now, on Dissolution: I love Narvin. That’s pretty much it lol. Before starting Gallifrey my friend gave me a spoiler which was basically, “you’re gonna love Narvin”. Well, at first I really liked his voice - it was funny and cute and voices are an important thing to me. Of course, even if he seemed funny to me, unfortunately he was a total xenophobic asshole. He had convictions, he had layers which made him very interesting, but still, an asshole. Which makes me really proud to see how far he has come, how much he’s grown. When he joined Romana’s side I soon realized that my friend was right; Narvin had one of the best redemption arcs I’ve ever seen. He went from Romana’s political rival, if I could put it that way, to one of her most trusted allies and best friends. And he found out that he could still fight for and protect his home, but using the right tools, doing it the right way. Dissolution showed that contrast between the old Narvin and what he wanted and the new Narvin, and honestly? I could almost call this episode a moment of relief amongst the chaos. Narvin has become one of my favorite characters in the Whoniverse and one of my all time favorites as well.

Alright... now we get to Beyond *deep breaths*. So let’s start from the beginning, shall we? I spent months since listening to Unity living in a total hell not knowing if Romana was alive or not. I couldn’t believe that that was her ending, that she wouldn’t show up again for their last hurrah, and that my favorite companion ever was gone forever. But then, BF announced the cover, and the description for the episodes, and her name came up, and I could finally breath. My friend and I started theorizing that maybe Braxiatel had dematerialized the TARDIS around her and saved her in the last second - which is kind of what happened, I mean, the description said he wasn’t ready to give up on her! So they go to that place called Beyond, and shit happens. Those ravenous bitches were there eating people and shit. They even ate Narvin - I almost started crying in the middle of the bus, telling myself he wasn’t our Narvin, but he was a Narvin and it still hurt. I wanted to fight those ravenous myself. And not just that, Romana went through hell watching Leela die in front of her, and her reaction was really heartbreaking.

Aaand that kind of brings me to a point here, something that bothered me. Romana and Brax, as always, spent the audio bickering a little, but they had their moments as well. Like when Brax says that it’s good to see her smile again, when he says (sorry I don’t remember it word by word) something like, she couldn’t die and that she’s supposed to be the best of the Time Lords, when she calls him her friend, and when she asks with a soft voice if he’s coming back to Gallifrey. And it was sweet. Like, they have a lot of issues, but they also have good feelings towards each other. Despite everything they care about each other, and it shows. Which is why I got really confused about Romana’s reaction when Brax was eaten by the ravenous. I remember I even thought she wasn’t around when it happened, that he had left and was somewhere else (I have a little difficulty paying attention), but then my friend said she was. So I was like... wait, she saw her friend, whom she’s known for most of her life (and more than she can even remember) die in a truly horrible way and didn’t even react to that? I’m not blaming Romana, I think this is really out of character for her. She may have difficulty expressing her feelings but she would never, ever react so coldly to the death of a friend.

Now, on Brax’s death... I was really devastated. At first, as always I got confused and thought the older Brax was an older version of him, somehow. Even if he died, I was like, this is confusing, but it’s Brax? So I was weary, but still, I thought “well at least he’s safe now, on another universe in the Beyond”. But then my friend said “no, that’s an alternative Brax, the one we know is dead”. And that’s when I felt my stomach drop. IT HURT SO BAD. I’ll be honest and say I don’t know everything about Brax, or about the depth of his character, I’m still very early on the Benny audios and only have listened to him on Gally and a few audios here and there. People who have more knowledge on him say that the way he was written wasn’t really accurate, and that can be true, but I won’t get into that because I don’t know for myself. Still, Brax is one of the best and most interesting characters I’ve ever known. I loved him from the beginning. I got mad at him so many times during the series, felt as betrayed as Romana did, heard about a lot of dark shit he’s done, but still I could never hate him. I got a little bit too attached to him, which is why his death felt absurd and unnecessarily cruel. I don’t think for a moment that Brax deserved that, as I said I don’t know everything about him but something in my heart tells me that things could’ve gone another way. I knew he could die in the finale but not like this. And it’s a bit hard to put into words how much I hate the ending he got and how much I’ll miss him. I just hope he comes back, I mean, he always does, BF writers need to figure something out I don’t even care lol

I had to edit the post because my dumb ass forgot about one of my favorite and at the same time one of the most bittersweet moments of Beyond: Brax asking about the Doctor and saying leaving Gallifrey was a “family thing”. I love them and there isn’t enough stuff out there from the Lungbarrow siblings for me. He talks so fondly of the Doctor and now all I think about is that he never mentioned him in the series but thought of him on the last hours of his life... brb I’m gonna go cry in the bathroom

Oh god. Okay, Homecoming. I’ll start on a light note and say some stuff about Hot Rassilon: Richard Armitage nailed it. I’ve always liked him as an actor and I got thrilled when he was announced. His voice is like, the one I want to hear when I get my name called up in Heaven - or Hell, which is where I’m going - and his speeches were really powerful. Still, I wish they could’ve given him more to do. Of course, I understand that this is where they wanted to go with him - Hot Rassilon going batshit crazy and calling himself a god and coming up with some stupid fanfiction about the Time Lords becoming gods of everything, yada yada. I loved his interactions with the Dalek Emperor, the first thing I thought (besides the fact that it was really funny) was that it showed two despots with a god complex playing chess with the universe and discarding their people as garbage, fighting for their own personal power and not for the collective. Of course, I don’t expect the Daleks to care about each other - they want to spread throughout the galaxies and gain absolute power, not bring social well-being to their own. But that should apply to the Time Lord Society, and we see that Hot Rassilon doens’t give a flying fuck about that.

I feel like I should reinforce the fact that I actually hate Rassilon. I call him hot but I hate him. I can do both

Once again, I need to point out the emotional moments between the galligang. It all felt so off. As someone pointed out here (sorry, I saw the post but don’t recall who said it now): it’s a war and there’s little time for grief, however, it’s not like they’re just grieving the loss of a group of people they’re not familiar with. The galligang are the closest thing they have to a family with each other. They’ve been through all sorts of things together, created a deep bond and have crossed the universe to find each other. And then, that Dalek ship blows up, with Narvin still in it, and... nothing. Leela even asked Romana if they could’ve done something and she says if the bracelet thingy had been working he would’ve come back already. And that’s it. At first I didn’t even understand, I was like “wait, he was really still inside the ship? And it blew up?”, because once again, I couldn’t tell from the way they reacted, I was only sure when they had that exchange. And of course, I started sobbing, because my favorite character was dead. I guess the writers wanted to focus on the war and political aspects and shit but did they forget that Gallifrey was about these three specific people and that their relationship was the core of the series, not just the politics?

Okay, moving on. Leela and Romana once again end up on Gallifrey and run into Hot Rassilon. Did I mention I found him a bit scary? Well, I did mark me down as scared & horny.

Aaaaaand he decides to lock Romana up in a pocket universe. It surprised me, because I thought he would execute her. I find that he wanted to do that because Romana was the president who wanted to take Gallifrey into the future, to make it a prosperous and advanced society who left all their fears of the unknown and prejudices behind. And now he locked her up in the past. Get it? I don’t know, maybe that’s just me, but this was the first thing I thought. But I cannot even begin to tell you all how RELIEVED I am that she’s alive, and that there could be a possibility - even if a very tiny one - that she could escape. It’s Doctor Who, so everything is possible. EDIT: Now I’m sad because Leela will die after the end of the Time War and Romana will know about that, and all her friends are gone, and she believes the Doctor isn’t the man she once knew so she can’t rely on him, and she’s alone, and I’m FUMING because I’m still processing the whole thing and I hadn’t realized that. She’s totally alone and now I’m crying once again. I HATE IT HERE

As for Leela, I want to see what’s next for her. I haven’t gotten into the other Time War stuff yet, this is my first introduction to the actual thing, but I heard that she’s gonna fight alongside the War Doctor and might be on the War Doctor Begins boxset. But man listening to her and Romana having to depart like that broke my heart. And now I know that she’ll be protecting Gallifrey because of Romana, because Romana represents the best in Gallifrey.

*Phew* okay, that was a lot. I don’t even know if I covered everything, but I managed to make more sense than I thought I would at the beginning of this post. I don’t know man I’ve been crying for hours, went to sleep at 2am crying because of Narvin and Brax and woke up at 7am and my first thought was them, dying again... I don’t even know anymore, I guess I’ll either focus on uni and my job or curl up into a ball and cry for the rest of my life lolololol

Now I want to write a post with my theories on how the entire galligang is alive and in the epilogue in my head they have reunited and are all living together happily. Maybe it’ll be my next post.

#gallifrey spoilers

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jolivia-things · 3 years

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"Can’t believe you scrolled to my very first post, but fair play because you must have scrolled past a hell of a lot.I didn’t have anon messaging on at first, so I guess the first post was from someone with an actual name…if that’s what you mean?" There is a thing called archive on your blog. Go there, go to the month of march ( which is when you created this shit blog) and you will see your first post. Took like 10 seconds. And no, it was clearly a anon messaging. You just lie and lie.

Oh my god what's your point?

You said my first post was a message, now saying it's an anon?

Here is my personal timeline:

1. I listened to Fine Line, downloaded it from YouTube music - thought hmm this is a good album

2. I watched Ted Lasso, loved it, realised I'd been underestimating Jason

3. The photos of Harry/Olivia came out (my spidey senses start tingling) - remembered seeing those pictures of Jason and Olivia looking close

4. Got more curious about Jason, searched his tag on Tumblr and found Harry blogs discussing him and Olivia (and H*livia) in the tag

5. I was curious for two reasons, number one Jason had been calling Olivia his partner in interviews and I felt like the only one on earth noticing until I found others, number two people were already getting skeptical about them

6. I periodically checked a couple of blogs, found others curious about Olivia and Jason, found the blog mods were getting annoyed about it (which I get as I get a bit annoyed at pure Harry messages)

7. Made my own blog and sent it to dontworryaboutharry, it got posted around and now I have a group of people talking about it from the same angle as me

I'm not forcing you to read my Tumblr. If it upsets you just leave, or start your own like I did. I'll post the link for you if you like.

I'm confused as to what agenda you think I have?

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Constellations of Faerie Lights

(read on ao3)

Pairing: Helen/Lydia Rated: Gen Summary: Helen laughed. “Have you ever heard of Faerie Lights? They're actually carefully crafted by various seelies and unseelies during the year, using what little natural magic and talent we have to create garlands made up of strands of moonlight and rays of sunshine. It’s actually one of the only things I can do as a half-faerie.”

“Must be because of how bright you are,” Lydia blurted out before she could think over her words. “I mean, it just- If you’d asked me what piece of nature you held within your heart, I would have guessed Light without a second thought. Oh my god, I’m just going to shut up and let you continue your story now.”

Or: Lydia has never seen anything quite as beautiful as faerie lights (or as the faerie who made them).

For the @malecdiscordserver Advent Calendar

For as long as she could remember, Lydia had loved learning about the world.

As a child, she’d dreamed of being an explorer who got to travel wherever she wanted to, visiting the most beautiful and forgotten of places. When her parents had tried to get her to learn how to fight, she’d snuck out of the manor’s library to wander around Idris – which had earned her more punishments than she could count.

Being a shadowhunter had never been her plan. It had been her duty, and it had been what was expected of her, but it had never been her dream. She still remembered hearing the other children talking about how great fighting was and thinking ‘why on earth would you want to hunt demons when you could discover the mysteries of the world?’

Becoming a Clave representative had been her way of trying to get away from the field and maybe get sent on missions all over the world.

Of course, no one had bothered to tell her that representatives spent most of their lives stuck in Idris, dealing with paperwork and following every order they were given without batting an eyelash. So much for travelling.

Needless to say, she’d been disappointed. She’d spent the first few years of her career wondering if she would have been better off marrying into another family and gaining leadership of an Institute. At least that way she would get to move freely and decide what she wanted to do with her life.

(As much as a shadowhunter could, at least.)

In the end, it took her two years to get sent on a visit to the Madrid Institute, and another year after that to get thrown into the madness of the New York Institute. The first trip had been educational and entertaining. The second? Not so much. In fact, it had almost been enough to get Lydia demoted – or to get her to quit, if she was being honest with herself.

Fortunately for her, things took a turn for the better once she hit her fifth year as a representative. She wasn’t sure what she’d done to deserve the sudden burst of confidence coming from the higher-ups, but she certainly wasn’t about to complain. In the span of three months, she’d been sent to deal with Downworld relation issues in Melbourne, to evaluate a couple for headship of the Saint-Petersburg Institute, and to resolve internal difficulties in Alexandria.

Finally, finally, her choices had paid off. After years of dealing with bureaucratic bullshit and being treated like she didn’t matter, she was being sent around the world to places she’d hoped to see for over a decade.

This new development in her career was how she found herself in Los Angeles just as November turned into December. The Institute had been going through some trouble as the Blackthorn family and the Lightwood patriarch fought for dominance, causing more problems with the Downworld than was usual for the very progressive city.

Lydia had been a little worried about her arrival, since her history with the Lightwood parents wasn’t exactly positive, but the Blackthorns had completely obscured Robert’s presence and had honestly turned Lydia’s trip to LA into the best one of her life.

There was just something about the set of siblings that made her heart melt and her mind feel lighter than it had in months.

“Lydia, you’re already up!”

Alright, so perhaps there was one sibling in particular who had caught Lydia’s eye, she thought as she turned around and came face to face with Helen Blackthorn, by far the prettiest woman Lydia had ever met.

“Good morning, Helen,” she said softly, hoping she didn’t sound half as flustered as she thought she did. “I thought I would get breakfast started for everyone, since you always seem to be the one left to shoulder that burden.”

“Oh, it’s hardly a burden,” Helen chuckled, sidling up to Lydia and stealing her breath away with another one of her blinding smiles. “It makes my siblings happy and keeping them happy is the only way I can make it through the day without going insane. Although I’ll never complain about someone doing my job for me. So, what are we having?”

“Nothing special,” Lydia shrugged. “Just some pancakes. Dru mentioned you all had family plans for the day, so I figured it would be good for the kids to have something that would fill them up with energy.”

“She told you about that?” Helen asked, sounding both surprised and slightly hesitant.

“I’m sorry,” Lydia winced. “Was she not supposed to? I didn’t think it was a secret since Livia also added her own two cents on the matter, but I can always pretend I didn’t hear anything if that would make you feel more comfortable.”

“It’s just not- It’s not exactly something I’d want getting back to the Clave,” Helen admitted quietly, glancing at Lydia as though she was about to run straight to the Clave and tell them the Blackthorns were hiding nefarious secrets. “We’re not doing anything illegal, I promise, but as tolerant as the Clave has prove to be in the last year or so, I don’t exactly…”

“Trust it?” Lydia completed for her, laughing lightly as Helen’s eyes filled with guilt. “Please don’t feel the need to lie about your feelings for the Clave just because I’m here. I may be a representative, but my only obligations to the institution as a whole is to follow my mission orders. I’m here to deal with the Blackthorn-Lightwood conflict, that’s all. Nothing else will get back to the Inquisitor.”

For a second, Helen didn’t say anything, only tilting her head to the side curiously, her fair hair falling to the side and revealing her pointy ears. Lydia tried her best not to stare at them, but they truly made Helen seem magical.

One thing the past two years had taught Lydia was that shadowhunters, for all their talks of righteousness and duty, weren’t half as amazing as they made themselves out to be. Faeries, on the other hand, never pretended to be something they weren’t. They were truthful and sometimes too cunning for their own good, but at least they didn’t lie about who they were.

It was a trait Helen had clearly gotten from her Seelie ancestors. She’d been honest with Lydia from the get-go, refusing to avoid the point of Lydia’s visit the same way Robert had and bluntly stating all the problems they’d had to handle ever since the Lightwood patriarch had arrived. It was something Lydia appreciated in a person, especially in one as stunning, bright, and kind as Helen.

So maybe she was a little smitten with the other woman; it wasn’t like anyone was going to notice.

“I believe you,” Helen finally answered. “I’m not sure why, but you don’t seem like the kind of person who would lie to expose a respectable family’s secrets. Although if you dig anything up on Lightwood, please don’t hesitate to send him packing. As much as I respect Alec and Isabelle, something about their father rubs me the wrong way.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Lydia snorted, biting at her bottom lip as her curiosity battled with her manners. At the end of the day, though, Lydia was far more curious than she was polite. “What is your family tradition, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Ah, it’s just something I got from my family in Seelie,” Helen shrugged sheepishly. “My parents never had the time to teach us about Blackthorn traditions, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to give my siblings something to look forward to in place of an Advent Calendar or a Christmas tree. Something a little more… magical?”

Before Lydia could ask what the other woman meant by that, the tell-tale sound of running footsteps caught her attention and had her twisting around towards the kitchen door.

Less than three seconds later, the entire gaggle of Blackthorn children barrelled into the room, eager smiles on their faces and far too much energy in their bodies for kids who couldn’t have been up for longer than fifteen minutes.

“It’s Today!” Tavvy exclaimed happily, throwing his little hands in the air from his place in Julian’s arms.

“Yes, Tavvy, it’s today,” Helen chuckled, fluffing the young boy’s hair lightly as Julian set him down into his chair. “I see you’re all very excited. I don’t think I’ve seen you up this early since the same day last year, Liv!”

“Very funny,” Livia rolled her eyes, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Lydia’s pancakes. “Oh god, can we keep you? Helen never makes pancakes. And we’re far more fun than the Clave, as I’m sure you’ve noticed by now.”

“You do realise she has a job in Idris, right?” Emma – the only non-Blackthorn of the bunch – said sarcastically, flicking the back of Livia’s head playfully and agilely dodging the younger girl’s elbow as it flew back to nudge her in the ribs. “But I agree that I could get used to pancakes for breakfast. Perhaps Miss Branwell could teach Helen how to cook properly.”

“Lydia, please.”

“I’m sure Lydia has enough on her plate already,” Helen shook her head amusedly, chuckling as she caught sight of the plate in Lydia’s hands. “No pun intended.”

“Oh god, have the puns already started?” Ty – Livia’s twin – groaned, burying his head in his hands.

“The puns never end, brother dear,” Helen grinned widely, pulling out a seat for Lydia before sitting right next to her. Lydia tried her very best not to blush but, if the look on Emma and Julian’s faces was anything to go by, she wasn’t quite as subtle as she wanted to be. “Now please devour your pancakes like the uncivilised shadowhunters you are so we can get outside before the sun comes up.”

Lydia was about to ask why they needed to be out before sunrise, but the sudden inhalation of food by the younger Blackthorns stopped her in her tracks. She wasn’t sure whether she was impressed or horrified by their speed; perhaps a little bit of both.

“Is Miss Branwell going to put the lights up with us?” Dru asked once the pancakes had been consumed and the other children had rushed away – presumably to get their shoes and jackets or whatever else they might need for this mysterious tradition.

“If she wants to,” Helen answered quietly, sending Lydia a look that was far too hopeful for her to ignore. “You don’t have t-”

“I would love to join you,” Lydia smiled. “I have to speak to Robert this afternoon, but as long as this only takes up our morning, I should be fine.”

“Oh, you can leave whenever you want to,” Helen assured her. “The main event will be over in less than a minute, but I like to let the kids have their fun for as long as they want to be there. It keeps them busy and gives me less to worry about, so I usually just sit back and enjoy the show.”

“You’ve got me more intrigued by the second,” Lydia admitted, standing up to follow Helen as the woman gestured for her to come along. “What was Dru saying about lights?”

“Right, we got interrupted before I could explain,” Helen laughed. “Have you ever heard of Faerie Lights? Stupid question, of course you have. Anyways, the common agreement in mundane society seems to be that once upon a time, the lights were made of actual fairies. Little do they know, the lights are actually carefully crafted by various seelies and unseelies during the year, using what little natural magic and talent we have to create garlands made up of strands of moonlight and rays of sunshine. I know it sounds very theoretical and a little silly but… I promise it works. It’s actually one of the only things I can do as a half-faerie.”

“You’re fine,” Helen smiled, rendering Lydia speechless as she gently laced their fingers together and squeezed Lydia’s hand reassuringly. By some stroke of luck, she didn’t pull away even as the rest of the siblings joined them in the Institute’s front hall. “Alright everyone, time to get the show started!”

As one, their little group stepped out of the Institute only to be greeted by the harsh cold air of an early winter morning. LA might not have been as cold as Idris, but mornings had proved to be cruel in terms of temperature. Lydia had been fooled on her first day there, and she couldn’t help but regret not bringing anything other than lighter clothes on her trip.

Not that she thought about the cold for too long; not with Helen’s hand in hers and the rest of the Blackthorns bounding forward a few steps before coming to a halt and turning towards the Institute with wide eyes.

Lydia was about to ask what was going on but before the question could leave her lips, Helen was turning her around and giggling wildly as Lydia’s jaw dropped.

The lights weren’t on yet – she wasn’t sure how that worked exactly, since Helen had made it seem like she’d put pure moonlight into the garlands, but she was far too stunned to wonder about technicalities – however, the Institute was already the prettiest thing Lydia had ever seen.

The garlands seemed to be made of both gold and silver strands, the colours visible even from afar thanks to the first few rays of sunshine peeking through the horizon. The strands themselves were covered in tiny buds of a flower Lydia couldn’t identify but could definitely appreciate. And the lights, or at least their containers, were made of what seemed to be delicate, glittery glass.

Honestly, Lydia wasn’t sure what was going on, but she wasn’t complaining in the slightest.

She was only startled out of her daze by Helen letting go of her hand with an apologetic smile. Lydia’s fingers suddenly felt more cold than they had in days, and she wondered if there was even a chance that she could get Helen back where she’d been seconds earlier once she was done doing… whatever she was doing with the lights.

“Are you ready?” Helen called over once she’d reached the Institute’s front door again – a door from which appeared to hang the very first garland.

As soon as the Blackthorn children answered with a chorus of ‘yes’s, Helen brought her hand up to the garland, closed her eyes tightly, pressed her fingers against one of the glass containers, and-

Lydia’s mind went blank.

She had no idea how long she stood there, staring at the faerie lights as they turned on one by one, but she figured it was far longer than most people would. She didn’t care, though, because she wasn’t sure she had ever seen anything as entrancing as the lights show happening in front of her.

By the time she came back to herself, all the lights were on and the children were gone, leaving Lydia alone with Helen. Helen, who had laced their fingers back together again.

Between the lights and Helen’s warm hand in hers, Lydia wasn’t sure she was going to make it through that morning in one piece. Her heart felt fuller than it ever had, and she could feel tears of awe stinging at her eyes.

She honestly wasn’t even sure how to describe what she was feeling at that moment. She wanted to tell Helen that the little bit of magic she had was the most beautiful thing Lydia had ever seen. She wanted to tell her that she’d never felt more content than she did right then, staring at an Institute she barely knew and holding hands with a woman she probably shouldn’t have liked so much. She wanted to burst into tears and grin like a loon and just sit there all day, staring at the constellation of bright stars adorning the Institute’s façade.

“Those are- Those are the most stunning Christmas lights I’ve ever laid eyes upon,” Lydia finally breathed out, frowning at how insufficient her words sounded. “No, that’s not right. That’s the most stunning thing I’ve seen ever, full stop. I just- How did you do that?”

“Not sure,” Helen shrugged, her cheeks redder than Lydia had ever seen them. “It’s really nothing much; just something to make my siblings smile.”

“Well you’ve achieved that and more,” Lydia nudged her gently. “There aren’t many things in this world that can make me speechless. Speaking of the kids though, where are they?”

“I leave coloured faerie lights hidden all around the Institute for them to find,” Helen smiled fondly. “Whoever can find the most gets exempted from shadowhunter duties for the entire month.”

“Oh wow, pretty high stakes,” Lydia whistled, impressed. “How many are there?”

“About a hundred,” Helen admitted with a smirk. “But they never find all of them, and most of them will be back within the next hour or so. They already know who’s going to win.”

“They do?” Lydia asked, more than happy to sit there and listen to Helen talk about her siblings lovingly while Lydia admired the lights.

“Emma wins ever year,” Helen explained. “That girl is far too competitive for her own good, and Tavvy always gives her the ones he finds since he’s too little to have duties.”

“Devious,” Lydia laughed loudly. “And what do you usually do?”

“Paperwork, patrolling, whatever needs to get done, really,” Helen answered with a sigh. “There’s always too little time to do everything, and not having my siblings around means I’m far more productive. However, I suppose- Well, I could be convinced to do something else, for once, even if it’s just staring at these lights for a few hours with a pretty girl next to me.”

“I- Really?” Lydia whispered, looking between the lights and Helen disbelievingly. She wasn’t sure what she’d done to deserve the attention of the most beautiful girl in the world, but she wasn’t about to complain. “I would love that.”

“Good,” Helen murmured, squeezing her fingers again. “Because there’s nothing I’d rather be doing right now.”

If Lydia had thought the lights had stolen her breath away, it was nothing compared to what she felt at the sound of those words. Her heart skipped a beat, her stomach fluttered, and she knew her cheeks were probably brighter than ever.

Lydia hadn’t thought she would ever understand wanting to stay in one place for the rest of her life but, staring at Helen and feeling the other woman’s warmth as they sat on the grass and glanced up at the myriads of faerie lights, she thought she might finally get where everyone was coming from.

There was nothing she wanted more than for the world to stop right then, with Helen’s hand in hers and a sea of stars gleaming before her very eyes.

#Helen/Lydia #Branthorn?#Blackwell?#Helydia?#Writing new pairings is hard #Fluff #Malec Discord Server #Christmas #Alec Lightwood #Fairy lights #girls in love #really throwing pairings out into the world at this point #but god do i love my women #helen blackthorn #Lydia Branwell

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sapphossidechick · 3 years

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i was rereading this chapter and i realized that in the last one i said the llama was fifteen feet tall and ten feet wide, but in this chapter i said that cockpit was in the llama’s head and there are multiple rooms in there, so apparently my sixth grade self either didn’t know what fifteen feet was, didn’t know what consistency was, or just didn’t care about either. so sorry about that

Chapter 7: We fly to find a daughter of Apollo in a llama named Jeffrey

When I woke up, we were flying, and I was lying in a sleeping bag. Phoenix was in the cockpit, which turned out to be the llama’s head. The room I was in must have been a sleeping area/everything else area. Two more sleeping bags were spread out on the floor around me. There was a desk and three chairs shoved up next to a window. A map of California was thrown onto the table with pins in it. Livia stood next to the desk looking out the window. She was wearing a Bambi t-shirt and jean shorts with Mickey Mouse patches on them. Oh, yeah. And the room was pink. I sat up and looked at my clothes. I was wearing Goofy pajamas. The intercom crackled, and Phoenix’s voice ran through the llama.

“Morning, sleepy head. We got you some new clothes.”

Livia didn’t even turn around, but she gestured listlessly towards my backpack in the corner of the room.

“If you want to change,” Phoenix said. “The bathrooms are in the legs.”

I grabbed my backpack and headed over to where any legs would be. A circular trapdoor led downwards. I opened it and crawled inside. The bathroom was well lit, and a latter led upwards. I still couldn’t believe Phoenix had made this thing in ten minutes. I opened my backpack, which now had a Dumbo pin on it, (thanks girls) and groaned. Inside was a t-shirt with Peter Pan on it.

“Are you kidding me?” I yelled.

Above me I could hear the two girls laughing.

“This is NOT FUNNY!”

Even though I was mad, I was grateful I had a clean shirt. I snatched it up and threw it on. I also grabbed out a pair of jeans. Once I was changed, I climbed back up to the main room.

“Jason,” Livia told me. “Welcome aboard Jeffrey the flying llama.”

My first reaction was, “You named a llama Jeffrey?”

Stupid, I know, but who names a flying llama Jeffrey (sorry all Jeffreys in this world)? Livia cracked up.

“Yeah, Phoenix’s idea.” Phoenix waved at me from the front.

“Morning, Jason!” she called sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes.

“How long was I out?” I asked.

Livia shrugged.

“Phoenix had a timer going.”

Phoenix checked a clock in the cockpit.

“That was about twenty hours, man. I was starting to worry.”

I laughed. Phoenix never worried about anyone, and she knew I had been out longer than that before. She pushed a gigantic button and a table full of food came out of hidden door in the wall. Chairs popped up around it.

“Bon appetit!” she called.

I pulled up a chair and dug in. The bacon tasted amazing. The pancakes were also delicious. Either that, or I was so hungry that I didn’t care. Livia made her way to the cockpit, no doubt to watch for the flowers.

“They're gone!” she exclaimed. “Normally they’re here until dark. Something must’ve happened to Reyna!”

I stood up so fast I knocked my plate off the table. It fell to the floor with a crash. “Do we know anyone who might know what happened to her?” I asked.

They both shook their heads. I was scared for Reyna. Why, oh, why did Octavian have to mess up everything? We were perfectly fine without him. “Where are we gonna go now?” I asked.

Livia shook her head. “Back to camp, I guess.”

When we got back, people clapped us on the back and applauded us because we’d survived. I know I was downright miserable. Jayni ran to greet us.

“I’m so sorry you didn’t find her, guys,” she told us. “But, ah, Jason, we need to talk.”

She led me to the Senate House. It was completely empty. We sat down. “Octavian,” she began. “Has made himself augury.”

If you don’t know what that is, it’s kind of like a person who tells the future. If Octavian had made himself augury, then we would have to rely on him to translate the gods’ messages. That would not be good.

“How ‘bout we pay him a visit,” I told her.

As we walked to find Octavian, I had the same feeling I was being watched as the day Reyna disappeared. If that happened every time something bad was about to happen, something was about to go horribly wrong.

“There he is.” Jayni pointed ahead of us.

Octavian was standing before a statue of Jupiter, murdering a teddy bear. From his belt, he pulled out a knife and cut off the teddy bear’s head. Then he spread out the stuffing.

“Octavian!” I called. “Don’t you have anything better to do than kill teddy bears? I mean, if you’re so important, shouldn’t someone do that for you?”

He eyed me suspiciously, but I was on a roll.

“And if you’re so special, did a god recommend you to be augury?”

“No,” he said. “But—”

“Then why are you augury?”

“Because, well—”

“Go ahead and check that in your teddy bear stuffing.”

He scowled at me. “I was voted into this position, Grace.”

Jayni scoffed. “Really, Octavian? I don’t recall being invited to vote in that senate meeting, nor do I recall anyone else doing that. If there was a meeting, I wouldn’t have voted for you anyway. There are people more worthy than you, you know.”

I made a mental note to fist bump Jayni later. Octavian paled. I think it’s understandable to do so when the two figures of authority are on your case. But that didn’t stop me from smirking. Honestly, it’s a bit hard to stop me from doing anything if it’s a normal reaction, or it’s something extremely stupid that I just have to do. That being said, breaking rules doesn’t come naturally to me, just like being polite doesn’t come naturally to Octavian. I walked up to the annoying brat, and put my hand on his shoulder. He flinched.

“Octavian, buddy,” I said. “You have a good day, but remember to not mess with my friends, or you’ll be seeing the end of your “career” as augury.”

I then walked out of the room. I could feel Octavian’s eyes on me as I left. Jayni ran to catch up to me.

“That,” she said. “Was totally awesome.”

I gave her her deserved fist bump. Then we went to go find Phoenix and Livia. We found them sitting by the Little Tiber. It streamed around their feet causing small bubbles to appear. They both looked solemn, as though someone had died.

“—which is why we need to go,” Phoenix was saying. Livia nodded.

“But if she really is—”

“I know she’ll be able to help. We just have to find her.”

“But if you don’t even know where she is, it’s just like a death wish. The monsters will take us as free bait.”

Phoenix looked up. When she saw us, she smiled, but I knew it was strained. When you spend a couple of life and death situations with a person, you come to read them pretty well.

“Jason,” she said. “We need to talk. I may know someone who can help us, but you have to agree to leave camp again.”

I nodded. “I knew we weren’t gonna be here that long. Eventually we’d regain hope.”

This time Phoenix gave me a real smile. “Okay. Here’s the plan. When we leave camp, we have to search for a specific person. Her name’s Aaliyah Moore. She’s my cousin, and she’s a Greek demigod, but you have to trust her.”

If that was the most surprising thing I’d heard that day, I would have been lucky. Unfortunately, the Fates didn’t seem to be on my side. I was excited. We’d found a lead. But would it be worth it? Sometimes people said one thing and meant something else. If this was the case, it wouldn’t be the first time. We climbed aboard Jeffrey the flying llama. Before we left, Jayni had insisted on giving us clean clothes. She also gave me the gift of soap.

“You smell,” she’d said, shoving the soap in my hands. “I give this to you in the hope that you’ll actually shower.”

Ouch. Phoenix and Livia had cracked up. As we boarded, they were still holding their noses in jest. Yup, these people were definitely my best friends. I couldn’t have asked for better.

Once we were on board, we took our places. Phoenix was in the cockpit, flying the llama. Livia was at the window in hope of a sign from the plants. And me, I didn’t really have a job, so I just sat down and played a sad, one player game of Mario Kart. It was sad because I kept losing to the computer generated person. It also felt so weird to be doing something so normal that a regular, mortal teen would be doing.

“Hey, Jason,” called Phoenix. “I’ve got a job that’ll save your sorry butt from losing again.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. I walked up to the cockpit. I’d never actually been inside the cockpit before, partly because Phoenix didn’t want me up there, partly because I had no reason to be up there. She pointed at the radar by her right hand.

“See that dot?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“That’s where we believe my cousin is. But to be sure, I need you to scout ahead, because you’re Superman.”

I closed my eyes. I was really starting to dislike all these nicknames.

“Okay, fine. What does she look like?”

She turned to a computer that I swear was not there before. She pulled up a photo of a young girl. She had long, black hair that was loosely braided, and it cascaded down her shoulder. She had dark skin and eyes that looked golden. In the picture, the girl was laughing. Her smile was so real, it made my heart ache. I must admit, the girl was beautiful.

“This is Aaliyah. If you can find her, we’ll find you.”

She stuck something like a pin on my shirt.

“This is a tracker,” she told me. “It’ll help us find you.”

I nodded. I wanted to find this girl so that we could find Reyna, because if even flowers couldn’t find her, maybe no one could.

“Press this button when you find her, and you’ll let the ship know that you’ve found her.”

I gave her a thumbs up and walked back to the main room. Livia nodded at me and gestured to a door that I’d never seen before.

“If you jump out, you’ll be able to scout ahead.”

I opened the door and got a facefull of wind. I stepped out onto it and closed the door. I manipulated the winds ahead of the llama. I couldn’t see Phoenix, but I gave her a thumbs up. Then I swooped down through the clouds.

The first thing I saw when I left the clouds was a giant map of the city. If this is what I had to search through, it might take a while.

Then I remembered what Phoenix had told me.

“Search small sections at a time. It’ll be easier than everything at once.”

I headed down to a cul-de-sac where a couple of children were playing. If they were mortal, they wouldn’t notice me. If they weren’t, then we’d have found Aaliyah.

I landed on a patch of grass. A young boy noticed me and gave me a thumbs up. Obviously, he was not Aaliyah. But I decided to ask him if he knew her.

I walked up to him.

“Have you seen a girl named Aaliyah?” I asked.

He looked at me suspiciously.

“What do you want with my sister?”

Oh, no. This kid is her brother? I thought. What am I gonna say?

I hate to admit it, but Phoenix saved the day.

“Incoming, Jason,” said her voice from the pin. “You’ve located her.”

The boy stopped in shock.

“Phoenix is with you?” he asked.

I nodded.

“And she trusts you?”

I laughed. “I hope so.”

“Then I trust you.”

He turned around. “Aaliyah!”he called. “Get over here.”

A girl walked over. She was dressed in a tank top and jean shorts. She looked about my age, maybe a year older.

“Hi,” she said.

Then the llama landed. Aaliyah’s eyes lit up.

“Wow,” she said, breathlessly.

Phoenix stepped out of the llama. She ran to hug Aaliyah.

“I’ve missed you,” she told her.

Aaliyah nodded. “Right back at you. I’ve got so much to tell you.”

Phoenix turned to the little boy. “Jake!” she cried. “Oh my gosh, you’ve gotten so big.”

He smiled. “I lost my front teeth,” he said, pointing at the two large holes in his mouth.

She nodded. “I'm sorry, but we really need to go. I’ll be seeing you around, Jake.”

Jake looked sad, but he nodded. “Take care of my sister, mister,” he told me, as sternly as a six year old could.

I gave a thumbs up. “Yes sir,” I said.

We climbed back into the llama with Aaliyah. Phoenix immediately ran to the cockpit, and we took off. Phoenix pressed her giant button again, and we dug into lunch.

“So,” said Aaliyah, with a mouthful of food. “You’ve got some explaining to do.”

So I told her everything, with Phoenix and Livia filling in the parts I forgot. I explained how we had been in battle when Reyna showed up, and how Octavian appeared conveniently after the battle. I explained how he had managed to make Reyna run away. I told her about Annabeth and the Sopwith Camel, and my dream about Saturn. I told her we went to Disneyland by following Livia’s flowers. I described our fight with the Empusa, and the fight with Mickey Mouse. I told her about what I had heard while Reyna was at the store. I also found myself telling her about our sad return to Camp Jupiter, and how we came to find her. When I was done, I had finished three burgers, and was on my fourth. Aaliyah just sat there looking stunned. She looked at Phoenix.

“How did you know to come to me?” she asked.

Phoenix shrugged. “When your mother told you who you were, and how you always knew the answer to things, I assumed you would be able to help me. So I came to find you. You can help us, can’t you?”

Aaliyah nodded. “She was in my dreams for the past two weeks. I know where she is.”

I made a time out gesture with my hands.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I am Aaliyah Evans,” she said, straightening up. “Daughter of Apollo.”

and now we’re involving the greeks ooooo fun!!

the llama having multiple rooms in it but being built in like 10 minutes plsssssjksjsjanas

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Not a fan of Eve? Granted it's been MANY years since I've watched Xena (don't suppose you know of any way for fans outside of the U.S to rewatch?), but I remember really enjoying Eve's storyline. That said, when I say it's been many years since I watched the show, I was of an age where I didn't know girls were allowed to like girls and picked up 0 of the XenaXGabrielle subtext so what do I know!

“Not a fan of Eve” is probably harsher than I mean it to sound. I don’t have a problem with the character, exactly, so much as I feel she gets lost in all the things she’s “meant” to be. The story swallows her, in part because she’s never really allowed to be herself.

Note that of all the seasons, the last few are the ones I’m fuzziest on. I’ve seen them the least. As a whole (so, not specific episodes), I think I’ve watched those seasons only one time after they aired? (And when they aired is when I was watching the show, so you know, A WHILE BACK.) So these are opinions I formed pretty near to when it was ongoing, and it’s possible that revisiting it many years on as a different person, my opinion could change.

BUT THAT’S NOT WHAT I HAVE RIGHT NOW SO

I think part of the problem with Eve is that she was necessitated by Lucy’s real-life pregnancy. I don’t say that with any malice or blame at all, and I think the show did a tremendous job of taking this situation and making it work for them. This is a highly physical show and their titular war-goddess character was very very very pregnant, AND THEY MADE IT WORK. Take fucking notes, every other show (LOOKING AT YOU ON BEHALF OF CHARISMA CARPENTER JOSS WHEDON). But the reality is that they didn’t have much chance to plan ahead for any of this, and so there’s very little consideration given to the-baby-who-would-be-Eve beyond making a story where Xena’s now pregnant.

And it’s just muddled right out of the gate, really. Eve starting as Callisto 2: Insanity Boogaloo, which ITSELF boils down to Xena III: Xena Harder, which THEN brings into consideration this whole nature/nurture thing which -- and I don’t think I’m being unkind when I say this -- is just not handled super well. Xena herself is a product of her experiences, as is Callisto, and I think having Eve, free from any real, direct, personal trauma still turn out to be a blood-thirsty remorseless killer undercuts everyone, as well as the series’ larger central idea about the power of personal choice.

Then later, when she’s “redeemed”, that’s pretty much forced on her as well by King Richard Eli’s spirit showing her “Oh no it’s fine your mummy loved you and didn’t mean to die after like a year on the run from every god who wanted you dead.” And from that she becomes a “messenger of Eli”, so now she’s just Gabrielle’s S4 arc, but without the actual moral wrangling Gabrielle had done for years alongside her stubborn insistence that she could have it all (spoiler alert: OOPS). Eve basically becomes an escort mission in character form, and that’s just nobody’s good time.

So she’s embodying these character ideas but without any of the actual character to support it, and when she’s fairly gracelessly brushed to the sidelines of the show, I can’t say I blame anybody for that choice.

Which inevitably swings around to “How would you have fixed it?” GOOD QUESTION YOU DID NOT ASK. I actually SUPER love the whole overblown dramatic Romeo + Juliet mid-season fake out. All the baby stuff actually. I mean, she’s a baby, she’s not going to have a personality yet, no real complaints with how they handled all that.

AND I love that it was so effective that Ares completely believed it, and accidentally fucked everything up by taking them away so they couldn’t be revived as planned. Then they free themselves twenty-five ageless years later through some combination of will and ~true love soulmate shit~ from their arctic grave Captain America cold sleep blahdy blah? Ridiculous, over-the-top, mythological golden age comic book nonsense, THIS IS PEAK XENA THIS IS WHAT I AM HERE FOR THANK YOU AND BLESS.

No, really, it’s a great way to get out from under the yoke of “we have to carry around a potato” in a show with as much violence as Xena faces and must KEEP facing, if we’d like to maintain the “warrior princess” part. Plus, again, there’s Solan. Xena walked away from her child once. To have her do it again, to take this second chance and say “no thank you” doesn’t sit well with her character at all, even as Xena’s pursuit of a redemption that she’ll never achieve is THE CORE of the show. To keep everything moving, I think having it all be a gambit that went off-rails through no fault of her own is a brilliant compromise.

Then what about Eve? Well to start, I’d strike the whole Octavius thing which, despite everything else, IS CREEPY AS BALLS. I actually think we have a great set-up in the show already with Joxer. We know from the time-jump that he decides to give up the warrior life (which we’ve been building toward with him), and he settles down to have a farm and raise a family and life a simple, peaceful life, well-loved by his fellow villagers. He becomes the keeper of Gabrielle’s scrolls, and tells their stories and keeps the memory of them alive.

Why not add Eve into that?

Joxer loves her as his own daughter and raises her alongside his other children. He tells her all about her parents (as that’s who Xena and Gabrielle both are), and she regrets never knowing them, but has no doubt that they, too, loved her and died to save her. When Xena and Gabrielle return to the world, all those twenty-five years later, they track down Joxer and find Eve still with him, working on his farm with her family and having carved out a life for herself. They all reunite, it’s very loving, but Eve has no interest in going with them. She’s heard the stories and read the scrolls and listened well. That isn’t a life she wants for herself. Xena and Gabrielle, however sad, know it’s the right choice, and go back into the world, more determined than ever to fight to make it a safe place for Eve and everyone like her that just want to live in peace.

THERE WE GO. Eve is what Xena and Callisto both were never allowed to be. Their particular circle of violence is broken -- not through messengers or godly intervention, but because it’s what she wants, and people like Xena and Gabrielle will do all they can to ensure that’s a choice she and millions like her are allowed to make. Eve gets to be her own character making her own path, Xena and Gabrielle get to keep having adventures (with a wonderful place filled with recurring characters we can check in on for those amazing down-time moments), and Ares is in for a hell of a realization later WITHOUT actively making Livia his replacement Xena! EVERYBODY WINS

#and also joxer doesn't get needlessly cut down for angst in a cheap way that he absolutely did not deserve YAY #jet wolf watches xena #anonymous #ask a jet wolf

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horansqueenandpaynesqueen · 4 years

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Next-Door Neighbours: Chapter Three

A Liam Fanfic, A Niall Fanfic, MA Rating

New neighbours, new drama. Sometimes what you need is the last thing you’re looking for.

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 |

+NOTES+

This fic is written by Julie ( @paynesqueen ) & Livia ( @horansqueen )

Julie will write the odd chapters and Livia the even chapters

This fic will have romance, drama and smut.

Chapter Three by Julie (paynesqueen)

Her night was obviously not going the way he had thought it was headed. Watching Liam from afar, she couldn’t tell just how much he had to drink. But when Liam came back to her, she noticed the way he held on to the furniture to steady himself and she knew then that he was in no shape whatsoever do anything else but sleep. He came next to her and put his arm around shoulders.

“Let’s go to back to my place.” He slobbered in her ear.

“Yeah, let’s get you back to your place.” She agreed as she helped him towards the door. She noticed Louis looking at her with his thumb up. He was oblivious that this was not going to end up with her and Liam fucking.

She brought him back to his place where he proceeded to take off his clothes and she had to stop him right before he took off his boxers. In all honesty, she should have stopped him before, but the striptease was a sight to see. Pulling him towards his bedroom, he tried multiple times to kiss her and she succeeded to avoid them all. When she put him in bed, he tried to pull her with him, but before she could tell him no, he added something that completely froze her in place:

“I want you, Lisa.”

She knew it was his ex-girlfriend and she realized in that moment that he was still no over her which she completely understood. After all they had been together for a long time and that betrayal of hers must have been really hard on him. She knew that if tonight they had slept together, it would only be to either forget her or he would have imagined being with his ex and it’s something she didn’t want to go through again. She had made that kind of mistake in the past, realizing too late she was only a substitute. Don’t get her wrong, she was all for one night stands, but she wanted it because the guy wanted her and not for getting back at someone else or because they couldn’t be with the one they actually wanted.

“Get some sleep, Liam.” She had replied ready to leave, but when he grabbed her hand and begged her to stay, she gave in.

She didn’t get in bed with him though. She sat in the comfy chair near the bed and waited for him to fall asleep so she could slip away. Only she had fallen asleep at her turn and woke up when the light from outside became unbearable. He was still fast asleep and she tiptoed out of his room and his flat hoping not to wake him up.

When she came back to the flat, she noticed that Livia was nowhere in sight, but the mess was still there which was one of the reasons why she came back as soon as she was up; she didn’t want her sister to be stuck with all the cleaning. Sighing, she started cleaning up hoping that her sister had had a better night than her. About an hour later, there was a knock on the door and Louis entered without waiting for her to answer it.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” She laughed. “Or did they finally get tired of your tardiness and fired you?”

“Nah I just called in sick.” He chuckled. “I decided to go home and change and come and lend a hand to Livia in the cleaning. Where is your sister?”

“Nice to know you would only help for my sister.” She retorted. “And I don’t know. She wasn’t here when I came home.”

“Huh...” He frowned. “I guess Niall got her to do something with him. I’m surprised, but oh well might as well help you now that I’m here.”

“Louis as much as your help would be welcomed you obviously didn’t come here to help ME out. Spit it out. Do you like my sister?” She questioned him.

He passed his hand in his hair looking away and she knew then that her intuition was right; Louis did like her sister. Not that she surprised by it or even jealous. If he told her they wouldn’t sleep together anymore because he wanted to go out with Livia, she would be happy for the two of them. The only thing was she didn’t know if her sister would consider it.

“For how long?” She asked this time. “And I swear if you go and tell me you started having feelings before anything happened between you and me, I’m seriously going to kick your fucking ass.”

“Love, I know how you feel about guys sleeping with a girl while having another one in mind. Believe me, it hasn’t been that long. I guess you could say the past year, I did feel something change in the way I viewed your sister, but when I slept with her, it woke something in me. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time.” He admitted.

“That must be nice.” She smiled. “Look, I can’t speak for my sister. I don’t know where her head or her heart is at the moment. The only thing I can tell you, Lou? Is that if you actually want to be with her, you need to let her know and then let her decide.”

“What if she doesn’t feel the same way?” He sighed. “That Niall guy came in her life a few days ago and he already made her feel something. I have known you girls for years and I don’t think she ever reacted that way with me.”

“Louis you have to understand you were fucking sleeping with me for the past six years. She doesn’t know that you have feelings for her. She just thinks you were always there for a good time. Plus, she was in a long-term relationship with a guy so she never looked for anyone else. You have a chance to have a shot with her now because she’s finally single so before you start acting like you have no chance, why not go and try to make her know that you are indeed interested in more than just shagging her.” Julie exclaimed.

“I sort of told her last night. I mean I’m not sure if she took me seriously or not.” He informed her. “I know her head isn’t into a relationship right now so I don’t want to mess it up with her.”

“Look, Louis. I’m going to tell you one last time so you can understand me. Let her know you want more with her. Let her know that it’s not a joke and it’s not a way to get into her pants whenever you feel like it. Let her know you’re for real. After that, you can just let her decide what she wants. Is it clear?”

He nodded and she smiled; “Good. Now since you are here, you can help with the clean up.”

“God you Cooper girls are so bossy I swear.”

But he grabbed the bag from her hand and started to help her out.

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Liam woke up his head throbbing and regretted immediately the number of beers he took the previous night. Honestly at the beginning of the evening, he felt confident enough that he could win over Julie and get her back to his place but as the night went on, his confidence waived and he started to drink more and more until he went back to her trying to convince her to join him. She did but not in the way he had hoped for her.

The memories of last night were still a bit blurry, but he remembered the gist of it. Getting up, he went to the bathroom, swallowed two Tylenols and hope it would help with the headache. He seriously needed to get a grip on himself before he spent all of his money on alcohol. But first thing first, he was going to go see his neighbour and apologize for his actions.

He knocked on her door a few times while he rehearsed his apologies for her. Not that he did anything that was embarrassing enough, but he felt like he needed to apologize. Perhaps if he hadn’t gotten drunk last night, he might have actually scored with Julie. She was interested in him, that much he was sure. When she opened the door, his thoughts vanished. She was wearing a bathrobe and his mind suddenly imagined how she must be naked underneath. He then looked at her face and stopped when he noticed the smeared salsa sauce in her hair and face and frown in confusion.

“Do you mind coming back later? I’m in serious need of a shower.” She said to him gesturing her the proof he had already noticed.

“Then why did you open the door?” He smirked.

She narrowed her eyes at him before replying; “I’m polite like that. So see you later?”

Before she could close the door, Louis came into view wearing only a towel around this waist; “Julz, I think I might have used all of your hot water. Sorry, love.”

“I’m going to kill you, Tomlinson. You’re seriously the worse best friend a girl could ever ask for.” She groaned. “You can help me hide a body right, Liam?”

He laughed and decided to offer a hand to the poor lad; “You can always use mine if it will stop you from getting thrown in jail.”

“Thanks, mate. See Julie, there’s always a solution to a problem.”

He walked away just as Julie threw a shoe at him avoiding it by mere inches.

“You’re my fucking problem, Tommo. Fine, Liam, I accept your offer. I’ll just grab my stuff.” She finally agreed before leaving him alone.

“Do I want to know what happened here?” Liam asked Louis when the guy came back into the kitchen.

“Well we were doing it on the kitchen counter when we sort of forgotten food was on it you know.” He answered.

Liam was trying hard not to show how he wished he hadn’t heard that when Louis started laughing; “Kidding. We just had a food fight. Just trying to get a rise out of ya, mate.”

“Not really funny.”

“Oh it was for me. Oh well, I better go back home again and change. I’m leaving Julz. I’ll see you on Wednesday for our movie night with Liv.” He shouted before slapping Liam on the back and leaving the apartment.

Liam stood alone in front of the door waiting for her to come back. He wondered what were the possibilities of sharing that shower with her, but finally decided he needed to make up for last night before hoping that anything could happened between the two of them. She came back carrying a bag and he opened the door for her.

“Wow! I didn’t know gentlemen still existed.” She giggled. “I guess that’s what happens when you spend your time with a guy like Louis.”

“Well, you obviously don’t hang out with the right kind of guys then.”

“Perhaps. Thanks again for the offer. I really hate taking cold showers.” She smiled at him as they entered his flat.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

He sat down on the couch as she went directly to his bathroom. As he waited for her, he wondered if he should offer her some food or drink. He didn’t know whether or not she would linger long enough for them to chat or if she would head straight back to her place.

When she came out of the shower dressed and her hair dripping, she sat down next to him. She looked so at ease in his home and it was really a weird feeling.

“So why did you come by today? I wasn’t expecting to see you before a couple of days after trying to get over that hangover.”

“I came by to apologize for my behaviour.” He admitted. “I don’t usually get that drunk at parties.”

“Look, I know why you did and you have nothing to apologize for. Hey, I got a free striptease. Can’t really complain about it.” She smiled at him.

“What do you mean you know why I did it?”

“You called me Lisa last night.” She sighed. “I get it that you just broke up with your girlfriend and you’re still trying to get over her, but I’m sort of glad you got too drunk to even be able to do anything, because honestly, I feel like you would have slept with me for the wrong reasons.”

He opened his mouth to reply and she stopped him; “Look, I don’t say that I don’t want you or that you don’t find me attractive. I’m saying that last night you called for her. She is still on your mind and she is still calling all the shots. You would have slept with me to either forget her or imagined that you were actually with her.”

He couldn’t really deny anything she said because Lisa was still on his mind. And hadn’t he said that hooking up with someone might get Lisa off his mind prior the party? It only been about a month since the break-up and he was still a mess.

“I’m not trying to tell you what to do. I know that if we ever do sleep together, I want it because you just want a good fuck and want it to be with me and not as a substitute. I’m probably the last person from who someone should take advices from because relationships are a big no for me, but try dealing with your break-up before trying to hook up with a girl.” She went on.

“I can’t say you’re wrong. I just don’t know how to handle it. I mean, it’s the first time I ever felt love and hate for someone I dated at the same time. It’s a feeling so intense that I end up drinking to suppress it. But I’m not stupid; I know I can’t go on doing that.”

“Why don’t we try something? Each time you feel like you’re about to lose it, you come and get me. We’ll talk, we’ll have ONE drink or we’ll go for a walk just to keep your mind off it.” She offered.

“Honestly, I think I’d like that. Just so you know you might just get bombarded by texts of me needing the help.”

“That’s what friends are for, Li. I’m gonna go now. I’d like to get this cleaning done before the end of the day. Hand me your phone.”

He gave it to her as she entered her digits in it; “Now you have your own amateur shrink at your service.”

She patted him on the thigh and got up grabbing her stuff. He walked her to the door and watched as she opened the door to her own place.

“Julie, wait!” He called her and she turned her head in his direction; “You know next time, you can sleep next to me if I ever asked you to stay. I have an excellent self-control.”

“Perhaps, but mine is not that good.”

With a wink, she closed her door and he closed his. As he leaned his head against the door, he thought about the conversation he just had with her. He had not expected to make a new friend, especially one he would rather see naked under him, but he had no doubt that she was actually the kind of friend he needed at the moment.

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