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mishkakagehishka · 1 year

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Hey Korka I saw a thing so of course I have to shu-ify it because it can fit this idiot who never says what he actually thinks unless it's strictly necessary.

Anyway thinking about something going wonky with some thing or other and being able to hear Shu's inner voice... Like getting to hear his actual feelings with a sort of echo effect after he says his usual harsh words... Maybe using that to your advantage to tease him a little bit and fluster him while making it not completely obvious so he doesn't evaporate on the spot

I think we don't have to really use any logic because "Well, we just want to see it happen!!" is enough. For the sake of an argument, let's imagine uhhhhhhh [checks notes] the time and space matter is falling apart because of the perpetual timeloop and it's showing in the fact that Shu's thoughts are now shared with whoever he's speaking to in the moment. We could bring up the idea of a soulmate AU, but I won't torture you tonight.

idk the word count i wrote it directly in post (so no spellchecker! should be fun!!) and i . didn't really plan on doing that.

Shu's usual biting remarks - something that takes lots of getting used to, and even then can hurt quite a lot. It's not like he wants to be mean, but that's how he comes across to most. To most, with a few notable exceptions, to most except to those who, after all, know him.

But it takes practice to know how to translate Shu's words, to know that his "Even a child could do it" doesn't necessarily mean you're stupid so you should be able to do it - it doesn't mean that he considers you on the level of the imaginary child he is mentioning, but that he expects someone of your skills and knowledge to be able to breeze through it. To know that his scoffs and "Don't bother me" and "I'm only doing this because it'd be an inconvenience to me otherwise" are just ways of masking his own care for you. That his scoffs are to hide his smiles, his shooing of you just a way to make sure he's not distracted by wanting to talk to you, that he just cannot come clean about his true intentions - it's not in his nature to show vulnerability.

And one day, all that practice, all that difficulty is just. Gone. And suddenly you have access to Shu's inner thoughts. How? Who knows. The author doesn't particularly care, either. But the reality is that you were left sitting in your seat, listening to Shu berating you for not bringing an umbrella, yet very much hearing the echo of, what would I do if you got sick? Why do you always insist on worrying me like this? And how were you supposed to pair it to "Are you a moron? Do you not check the weather like an adult before leaving the house?!"

Easily. By batting your eyelashes at him, by saying, "Sorry, did I worry you?" He paused in his berating, mid-sentence, mid-calling-you-an-imbecile. Eyes widened, mouth still left half-open. Is that the faintest rosiness of a blush you see on his cheeks? "Don't be ridiculous. Whether you get sick or not is none of my business, but think about the work you'd be pushing onto others because of your lack of care. It is highly irresponsible." Yet the echo was panicking. Panicking! Screaming, is it that obvious? Am I that obvious? I don't look worried, do I? You may have just found your entertainment for today.

"Well, I just forgot my umbrella. I'm sorry, but I don't think I deserve to be called names for it," you defended yourself, just wanting to see if he'd think anything vaguely remorseful. "I'm simply stating facts. Forgetting such a trivial thing makes you seem dumber than you are." - If you feel bad about being called names, then quit behaving so carelessly.

Well, Shu will always be Shu.

I hate making you feel bad, too. I wish you would smile at me." And wasn't that your perfect sign? Your wonderful cue to shoot him the brightest, most blinding smile known to humanity, in such perfect timing. And as if an arrow had struck him, he froze. Even his thoughts - empty. But he was under your effect, that was certain, with that faint blush easily deepening, splashing his cheeks in a far more noticeable way. In a way that was, quite frankly, very taking-advantage-of-able. "Are you okay? You're looking a bit red?" Don't come closer, don't come closer, don't come closer, DON'T- Of course you came closer. Of course you placed your hand on his forehead, pressing ever so lightly. "Do you have a fever?" "NO! I'm fine. Don't touch me!" Though he attempted to swat your hand away, it was clearly rather low-effort, and your hand remained on his forehead. He almost leaned into it, and you could hear words so unfitting of Shu's voice, yet undeniably in his voice. Ah~ Your hand is so soft... I wish time would stop so you would never pull away... It's so warm... What a capricious man.

"You're burning up, Shu! And you scolded me about getting sick..." "I'm not sick, I told you! Let go this instant!" Please don't let go please don't let go please don't let go "Why don't you move away? Nobody's holding you." Really, nobody was. You only kept your hand on his forehead, but he was free to even just take a single step backwards. But you knew the reason. And he knew the reason as well. The blush spread to the tip of his ears, making him look nothing less than like a rose in bloom. Or an embarrassed tomato. "You're not sick? So what's with your face? You're red all over. Could it be you're embarrassed?" You happily watched his composure crumble, his breathing turn uneven, his eyes trembling. What's happening?

Suddenly, his cheeks were cupped, squished until his mouth was stuck in a pout. A most undignified state that had him scrambling, trying to push your hands away, but ultimately it was a fruitless endeavor. What's happening!??!?! "You're so cute." "UNHAND ME!" But, like a puppy, his thoughts just repeated the compliment over and over. I'm cute... I'm cute...? He seemed to enjoy it, his heart pounding in his ears at the words, at your touch, at how close your faces were. "You're adorable. Do you like it when I compliment you like that?" I love it "You do, don't you? So cute."

A loud smooch to his cheek. And his knees buckled. Pathetically. "Wha-what is the meaning of this? You're behaving most inappropriately and-!" "Are you crying?" "I'm NOT!" He was not... technically. The tears that collected in the corners of his eyes were those of frustration with himself, frustration with the situation. I would want for nothing more than to embrace you and kiss you, but... Even his thoughts hadn't a ready excuse. It was simply not something that would be in his nature. But I could never take the lead with such acts.

And isn't that all you needed to know to grab his face once more, albeit less like a fussy baby's and more gently now, to cup his jaw and press your lips against his? To cradle his face in your hands, to feel his body tensing up for a mere moment, before his arms caught hold of your shoulders, attempting to ground himself. His breathing evening once more, though his heart continued pounding hard enough that you could feel it against your own chest. And his inner monologue nothing but an unending scream of, what you assumed to be, excitement. It probably wouldn't be horror, else he wouldn't have been kissing back as fervently as he was. Pulling away was equally as entertaining as listening to his inner screaming throughout the kiss, rather, watching him quickly trying to mask his softened features back into a frown, getting ready to scold you, but... No words came out.

"You..! You..! You.....!" He tried his best, he really did. I cannot believe you did that i cannot believe we did that that was so good that was great i want to do that again i never want to be away from you i want to hug you more i want to kiss you more i want to "Me? Me? Me?" You mocked, a victorious smile on your face, knowing you had one over him. Him, who was still out of breath, tried as he did to hide it. "You're that into me, huh?" At this point, he had the bright idea to hide his face. "I already saw how red you are, no use hiding it now. Come kiss me again." Peeking through his fingers, no, glaring through his fingers. He pondered on a response for a second, face still heating up, embarrassment still evident. But, for once, his thoughts and words overlapped, "Can I?"

#very low effort but watch one day i'll write a proper makeout fic with shu #ensemble stars #asks #my writing #fuck it gets the tag #shu itsuki #shu itsuki x reader

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sanzusbestie · 3 years

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How do you think Kakucho would be as a husband? And with a foreign s/o with wonky Japanese sometimes? Lol thank you for answering if you do. ❤

♡ Kakucho with a foreign s/o ♡

Pairing : Hitto Kakucho x gn!reader

Warnings : None

A/n : I want a Kaku-chan in my life ❤️ Thank you for requesting and have a nice day ♡

He might be part of the most dangerous gang in Japan, but we all know Kakucho would be an amazing husband

How you two met was quite funny, you were staying in one of the most luxurious hotel in Tokyo for a well-deserved break

Two peaceful weeks, that's all you were asking for

It started nicely until some mfs decided to do their business there

Mfs being Bonten

When Kakucho saw you talking on the phone at the reception, it was like love at first sight

He recognised your language but couldn't speak or understand a word of it

"Kakucho, stop stalling and hurry up." Mikey ordered

He made a mental note to check some vocabulary later

You, for your part, haven't seen him at all

Until later that night, when he pointed a gun at you as you were coming back from a long day of walking in Tokyo

You two went like that 🤡

"Oh my god, sorry I thought it was him !"

Seeing the shadow of the man he was waiting down the hallway, he then pushed you aside and went in a hurry

🗿🗿🗿

You were too shocked to talk

Needless to say you locked yourself and fell asleep frightened under your blanket

You carefully stepped out of your room the next morning and went to the reception

Everything looked absolutely normal, as if there wasn't some crazy men walking around, including one that almost killed you

Decided not to draw attention to yourself (you never know, he might be hiding in a corner waiting to kill you) you decided to ask some people if they didn't see anything different from yesterday

They all looked at you weirdly and said no

Dumbfounded, you went outside only to come face to face with Kakucho

"Ah you're finally out ! I've been waiting for so long !" he said in your language

Your resolutions thrown out the window, you started to yell at him, in your native tongue thinking he'd understand

An other 🤡 moment

"Don't tell me you haven't understood shit of what I just talked ! How did you make this sentence then ?"

"Google translation, also-"

"Also what now ?"

"It's 'said' not 'talked'."

You thought your ears had deceived you

"You said 'don't tell me you haven't understood shit of what I just talked' while it's actually 'don't tell me you haven't understood shit of what I just said'."

And he kept on explaining why it was this word and not an other one while you were standing there 🧍

What intrigued you was that he was genuine about it, he wasn't trying to make fun of you

That's why you accepted when he asked you out

You two went on some dates during your last days in Japan

Of course he told you about Bonten because you weren't just going to forget what happened and you surprisingly accepted it

He's eager to hear about your life there

For months you went often to Japan and he did the same to your country

Until he asked you to marry him

The cultural and language differences never stopped him from loving you

The first time he said "I love you" in your mother tongue" you chuckled and kissed him to hide the fact you were about to cry

Being with you makes him see so much more colours in his daily life that he used to judge as mundane

He thinks it's so cute when you get frustrated and you start to mumble things in your native tongue

He does everything in his power to make you feel at home, now that you live in Japan

Trying to cook you your traditional dishes, putting on some music he knows you listened back there

He's not afraid to go out of his way for you to feel comfortable

But he also tries to introduce you to the fully Japanese life (not what you only saw on vacation) so you two can have both cultures

He still helps you improve your Japanese and you teach him your language

Little does he know you already feel at home with him <3

♡

#tokyo revengers #kakucho hitto #bonten kakucho #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers hcs #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyorev headcanons

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drakesdevils · 4 years

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The Five Stages of Grief (Sam Drake x F!Reader)

Summary: Samuel Drake is dead to the world, stuck in a prison for a crime he did not commit for the rest of eternity.

PART TWO

(had to post them separate because Tumblr is a big bully)

Warnings: S*icidal thoughts, PTSD, imprisonment, violence

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A/N: I guess it has been some time lol. Wrote this because I’m forever angry at Naughty Dog for ghosting over the fact that Sam spent.. 13 years in prison.. also I don’t speak Spanish so these translations are probably a bit wonky.

I apologize this chapter is so lengthy! I can’t put a read more tab on mobile.

•••

Denial

Sam awoke in a small room, dazed and confused There were stone walls, a blaring light above him. It reeked of blood and sweat and every grossly humane thing in existence.

At first, panic set in, he thrashed and writhed and felt a burning pain in his stomach, like his insides were being torn apart. He heard yelling, he felt two sets of hands push him down, something pricked him.

And then he was out.

When he awoke again, he was in the same room. There was grogginess in him, like something had been shrouding his mind. He blinked a few times before he attempted to move again, only to realize he had been restrained. He struggled against the restraints, feeling that same burning in his stomach, the pain became unbearable.

He laid back onto the metal table and caught his breath, his shirt was bloodied. There was blood all over him. Was that his blood?

Oh god.

He remembered being shot, watching his brother lose the hope in his eyes, he felt the blood rise in his throat, and then he felt his bones crunch as he fell. And he remembered thinking of you, in a way he knew it would be his last thought. A glimmer of you in his jacket, smiling and beaming at him. And then it was over. Why wasn’t is over?

Oh god no.

Terror and shock rose in him, no no, this could not be happening. He was supposed to be dead. He was supposed to die when he fell. He was supposed to be six feet under by now.

No, this was Hell. He was being punished, and forced to live a life of pain. This was his personal punishment for a crime he did not commit.

“Ah, Mr. Drake, you are awake,” A voice said as the door opened in the bland room. There was a counter with ‘medical’ supplies next to it.

A man stepped into the room, a doctor?

“You broke your neck when you fell. You’re dead. We could not save you,” The man began. Sam’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“You are legally dead. Except of course, you are not. A man came looking for you by the way, we had to break the news to him,” The man teased him cruelly, a glimmer in his eye.

“Where is my brother?” Sam croaked out.

“Oh, long gone by now. We told him we found you dead. As far as the world knows, you are. I hope you enjoy prison, Samuel Drake,” The doctor cackled menacingly as he left Sam. Two guards entered, they took the restraints off of his arms and legs, they pulled him off the table roughly.

He wanted to fight back, he wanted to throw every punch their way and escape that hellhole. But there was no fight in him, his body was broken, everything in him felt like it was screaming.

They dragged him to his cell since he could not stand. He heard the catcalls and whistles from the other prisoners, freshmeat they cheered, a gringo too. Maybe they would rough him up a bit.

They threw him into the cold cell, he landed on his back and it knocked the wind from him, even if the air was burning and stuffy, there was no life in that prison, there was no happiness, no joy, no human emotion. There was only ruin.

He quickly lifted up his shirt and examined his wounds. A large bandage on his chest, he remembered feeling the blood enter his throat and suffocate him.

He remembered watching Nathan become heartbroken.

He remembered the fall.

No, this was not happening!

•••

Anger

The guards punished him brutally for killing one of their own. They beat him daily, they dragged him out of his cell, they made an example out of him even if he hadn’t done anything, they made a mockery out of him.

And the men followed suit too, they teased and threatened. He had to watch his back every waking hour. He could not let his guard down for even a second.

There was no one to help him, there was no one to save him. He was left alone in a foreign prison where he was hated, where he was starved and beaten. No men would talk to him, he was seen as a lesser being, someone to pick on.

A part of him began to hate the world too. He resented Nathan, for not trying to save him. He resented you for letting him go on this stupid trip. He had a life sentence, he was never getting out.

But most of all, he hated himself. He could not look in the dirty mirror, he would not talk to anyone, he let the guards beat him up. He did not fight back, but he watched his back. If someone were to sneak up on him, at least he would know it was coming.

He tried not to think, to not let his anger overcome him. He did not want to hate his baby brother and you, people who did not deserve such hatred. But he did think. He thought constantly, there was nothing to keep his mind off of it. He had no money to buy anything, no one to send him anything, no books, no entertainment. He was not allowed to get a prison job, the guards wanted to watch his every movement.

He saw red every hour of every day. He saw it every time he blinked. It was all around him, it was bubbling and pooling inside him. Sam wanted to punch the wall and scream, he wanted to lash out, he wanted every man in that prison dead. Sam wanted to scream at you and Nathan for abandoning him, for allowing him to live the rest of his life in prison. But there was no fight in him. There was no charm, no quips. A shitty slinged broken arm and healing bullet wounds, bruises all over his body and aching bones. There was no way he could fight. So he didn’t.

•••

Bargaining

Time passed slowly. Late at night when he watched the moon through the barred window in his cell, he wondered what would have happened if things had gone differently.

The only thing that brought him comfort was the thought of you. Even if what ifs were painful, a part of him was comforted by them. As he viewed the night sky, when the tropical storms rolled in, through the sweltering heat, especially then would it bring him comfort.

A life with you. Maybe he would have had his big break, found Avery’s treasure and never have to work another day in his life. He would be satisfied by his winnings and never want to go out and look for another. You and him could have been married, like he had promised, a small wedding that was beautiful, seeing you walk down the aisle in the dress you picked out, kissing you in front of everyone. Then you would have bought a grand home in Boston, lived out your thirties and then had kids, he would become the father he never had. Raised them right, they would become doctors or lawyers. And then you and him would truly retire, be old and frail together and one day it would end.

And it hurt to think that way. To want something so bad, but know it would never happen. To know that he would be stuck in this hellhole for eternity, suffering each and every day. Being subject to such abuse and horrors was something no innocent man should ever have to go through.

Remembering the anger he felt at you especially hurt. There was nothing you or Nathan could have done. He never wanted to think like that again, to imagine himself yelling at you, for screaming and arguing. He would never forgive himself for feeling that way.

Some nights he would wake up panting, thinking he had first woken up in the ‘doctors’ office again, that the clock had been reset. Some nights he woke up thinking he was in your arms again, he imagined you shushing him gently and lulling him back to sleep. Most nights he wished he didn’t wake up at all.

He wondered if you thought of him, if you had moved on, if you were living the white picket dream he didn’t think he wanted until now. What he wouldn’t give to be out and see you one more time, even if you had moved on, even if you were married to some other person, he wanted to see you once more. To look you in the eye and remember all that had happened, to know that he had come out on the other side.

But it was all foolish. He knew he was never getting out.

•••

Depression

“Sam?” A voice whispered into the cell. Armando.

“What?” He said groggily.

“Wake up. Dinner is in five minutes,” Armando said. He looked outside, it was still light out.

“Come on man, I’ll just buy from commissary later tonight,” He groaned, rolling back onto his stiff bed.

“Get up. I let you sleep and kept the other guards off your back. You have to eat, Samuel,” Armando pressed. The only guard who showed him kindness. Who smuggled books for him, who slipped him money every now and then, who convinced the guards to let him work on laundry duty to earn a few extra bucks. The guard he originally despised, who he thought was only trying to be nice to him so he could wait for Sam to slip up.

Sam simply let his eyes shut again.

“I have a present for you if you get up.”

“I don’t care,” Sam replied, nothing mattered to him anymore.

“I am sure you will like this one,” Armando continued.

“Fine,” Sam sighed, pulling himself out of his bed.

Armando unlocked the cell for him, he looked both ways to make sure no one was coming and shoved a book into his hand.

“No way!” Sam said surprised, looking down at the book.

“A General History of The Robberies and Murders of the Most Notorious Pyrates! You found it!” Sam spoke fervently, he could not quell his excitement.

“Shhhh,” He reminded Sam, looking around to make sure no one had heard him.

“Shit, sorry, but how the hell did you find it?” Sam said more quietly, flipping through the pages.

“Ah, simple really. The library got it shipped from another one. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to get your hopes up in case they couldn’t ship it,” Armando explained.

“Well shit, thank you. I have the other books in my cell so you can return them, let me grab them for you,” Sam replied, he didn’t want Armando having a hefty library late fee because of him.

He gathered the things in his small cell. Books about history, mostly non fiction, anything Armando could get his hands on that was in English.

He piled the books into Armando’s hands, hopefully no one would be suspicious if he managed to make it out quickly enough. Armando’s shift was ending in a few minutes.

Things were silent for a moment as Sam gathered his courage to ask Armando.

“Could.. could you send the letter to my brother? I slipped it in one of the pages of the book about the Renaissance,” Sam pleaded quietly.

Armando’s lips formed into a tight line as he contemplated it.

“I will see what I can do.”

“You’re a lifesaver, Armando, seriously, thank you so much,” Sam said sincerely. The only man in that prison who had his back.

•••

The warden called him into his office one night. The cruel man who was one of the ‘doctors’, the man who haunted his dreams. Sam was nervous, he could feel his hands shake.

“Samuel Drake,” The man said with a fake inviting tone, urging him to sit down. He sat with cockiness, his hands steepled as he watched him with hawk eyes.

Sam didn’t sit.

“I hear you have been attempting contact with your brother. This is against the rules, Samuel, you know this.”

Sam didn’t reply. He knew he was screwed.

“We will have to punish you. Solitary for three days.” The warden was taking joy in seeing Sam suffer.

Sam’s eyes widened, three goddamn days?!

“And a correctional activity with a few of our officers.” Sam knew what that meant.. a beating, a rough one. Outside the solitary confinement cells, they’d shackle him to the wall, beat him and throw him in the cell for three days.

“Where’s Armando?” Sam asked, letting his emotions not leak into his voice.

“Gone. You will never see him again.”

Fuck. Armando had been fired? All because he wanted to send a letter to Nathan.

The warden smiled at his silence.

“Goodbye, Samuel,” The warden dismissed him, he was nearly at the door. His entire body felt heavy.

“And if you ever try anything like this again, we will make a lesson out of you.”

He knew what that meant too.

•••

Just when things had started to look up, they had gone down again. Three days in solitary with a broken nose and black eye and split lip was not his favorite thing in the world. Not to mention his aching bones. The guards spat at him, pulled his hair, made fun of him, did everything to make him feel less than human. It didn’t work though, barely anything got through to him now. He had a devil may care attitude. It was better to.

He was thankful for the uninterrupted sleep even if it was on the concrete. Only time he got interrupted was when the guards would shove the shitty food to him.

It was maddening for him, to only hear silence when he was awake, to have his thoughts suffocate him. His life, wasted away in prison. Dead to the world and practically dead to himself, there was no reason for living.

Minutes ticked on, when he was sleeping he was trying to count how many times a fly in the cell touched a wall. He counted 473 times in the span of 68 hours. Eventually the fly died, or it escaped, he wasn’t sure because he was sleeping when the buzzing stopped.

The blood was caked on him, he could barely move, so he laid on the cold concrete and watched the fly bounce back and forth. He was losing track of time.

Most of his memories of his life prior to prison were blurred, he remembered how things went down, but people’s faces and voices were especially fuzzy. Like TV static, there was something there but he couldn’t quite see what.

He hated solitary, but it was better than being hit by the guards, teased in the prison yard, yelled at. Most days he liked being alone.

•••

Acceptance

“Pongan sus traseros en línea, muchachos. ¡Es la hora de cenar! Feliz Navidad,” The announcer said.

“Aye! Carlos! Sam!” Victor yelled across the chow hall. Sam and Carlos looked up at their friend.

“Merry Christmas friends. I just got off the phone with my girl. She told me she sent a package here, it should arrive in a couple days,” Victor said happily.

Carlos snickered, Sam eyed him as he shoveled food into his mouth. Christmas, the one day of the year where the guards weren’t awful and the food wasn’t as bad. It was still gloomy in the prison no matter the day, but at least the spirits were slightly up.

“Something funny, Carlos?” Victor narrowed his eyes at Carlos.

“Nothing. Just think it is funny you have your girlfriend sending you things. Why is she taking care of you? You’re the one who got in trouble.”

Victor rolled his eyes, “That’s funny, Carlos, real funny, seeing how you love to drop your pants for-“

“Knock it off you two,” Sam threatened, glaring at the two of them.

“I’ll give you something from the package, Sam since you are so nice to me, unlike this puta,” Victor said, gesturing towards Carlos.

“Sure thing,” Sam said. He knew Victor was just saying that.

“I wish I was with my family this Christmas. How many has it been? Two?” Carlos wondered.

“Been three for me,” Victor replied. “Sam?”

“I think nine. Or ten. I can’t remember, all of its blurring together.”

The air became somber. “One day we’ll all get out, brothers, we’ll be with our families on Christmas and get presents and eat all that good shit,” Victor began.

Sam didn’t want to hear any of this bullshit.

“I can’t even remember what my girlfriend sounded like. I haven’t heard her, or my brother in years, I don’t even know if they’re still around, so Christmas with them is kinda off the table for me,” Sam confessed solemnly. He wasn’t in the mood to talk about Christmas joy. He never was.

Victor and Carlos were silent, they looked at each other nervously. They knew his story, rumors passed around over the years. He had risen in the ranks of prison, he had more freedoms, the guards picked on him less, the men respected him more. He had even made a few friends.

“You’ll get out one of these days, you just have to hold on. I bet she’s waiting for you still, probably will be waiting on the bed for you with her legs op-” Carlos said.

Sam quickly cut him off, “Yeah.. I doubt it.”

•••

Reunion

The guards roughly pulled him out of his cell one day. He hadn’t gotten that type of treatment in a long time. He was surprised as they cuffed him and pushed him down the hallway. What the hell was going on?

“You guys mind telling me what we’re doing?” Sam asked as one of the guards pushed him down the hall.

“Just keep moving,” One of them ordered. They walked through the cell blocks, the loud chatter was deafening. There was a game of blackjack happening in the yard, he could see the big group of men gathered outside.

They were headed straight for the warden's office.

Shit. What the hell happened now?

They pushed him into the room. The warden stood stoically, looking out the window.

“You’re a free man, Samuel,” The warden spoke.

This had to be a joke. The warden was just fucking with him.

Sam snorted, “Okay.”

“10,000 it took. The man was insistent on us letting you go for a fair price,” The warden glanced back over at him. The man who first gave him the news of his life sentence and laughed in his face.

“You can stop with the bullshit now.”

“It’s not a lie, Samuel. You are a free man. You may leave now.” The warden turned to look at him. And then he knew it was true.

Sam could feel every heartbeat, he could feel the freedom flow in him. He could feel the shackles being torn off. He was free. How was this possible?

Sam stood frozen in his spot.

“Leave,” The warden barked. Sam scrambled quickly and left.

This was happening. It was really happening.

There was no paperwork he needed to fill out since he was not registered. Victor and Carlos both got out a year ago, there were no needs for goodbyes.

The guards let him outside. It all felt like a dream, like he would wake up inside solitary again. He felt like he was floating, like every step was another one closer to the heavens.

He heard the buzzer go off, he felt the vibrations in his bones.

Who was waiting for him? Who bailed him out?

As he walked through the gates, he was officially a free man. Liberty rushed in his veins. That first breath of freedom was exhilarating, there was no stench of the prison, it was simply fresh and clean air.

Rafe. Rafe goddamn Adler stood by his sleek black car. Was that this year's model? So much had changed..

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Glad to see you’re alive, and somewhat well,” Rafe smiled, brushing Sam’s shoulder off.

“Where’s Nathan?” Sam asked.

“No thank you? Thirteen years go by and you would think he would be a little more appreciative. You know Sam, you’re starting to sound a little ungrateful.”

Sam narrowed his eyes. “I’ll be grateful when I know my brother is well.”

“Fine. I assumed as much. He’s doing well, retired, living the white picket dream as far as I know.” Rafe rolled his eyes.

“And Y/N?” A part of him was afraid to know.. he had wondered for so long. But he was scared too, he felt cowardly for being afraid to face you. All he wanted was to see you again, and now he was a coward for being afraid.

“Married too,” Rafe sighed, becoming annoyed at Sam.

It felt like a stab, worse than any pain he had experienced during prison, holding on to the thought of you was what kept him going. He should have expected it though.. he should have known.

“Well, anyways, I wouldn’t go moseying around, disrupting their lives. Especially not now, I mean come on, your brother is retired and your ex girlfriend is married. Don’t go trying to mess things up.”

“Yeah,” Sam agreed. Jumping back into their lives, especially if you were married was cruel. It was better if you and Nathan still thought he was dead.

He felt even more hollow than he had ever been before.

“Let’s talk business, then, shall we?”

•••

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jaggedwolf · 5 years

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For the meme! The tscosi hogwarts au ficlet. I think the entirety is around 500 words.

You are probably correct, haha. The ficlet is here

“Looks like your admirer’s here for the show again,” said Brian. The only indication of a direction was a quick dart of his eyes in the direction of the broom shed at the opposite side of the field. Then he went back to his Ancient Runes reading like he hadn’t said anything at all. He was only a fourth-year and he studied like it was him who had O.W.L.S to take this year. Well, only if it was Ancient Runes.

In which I forgive myself for the recurring awkward sentence structures/flows that happen with ficlets, because the whole point is that I write them with little thought and for fun. Also, will find a way to translate Brian being a linguist into any universe.

Sana rolled her eyes. She ran her wand over her broom, finishing up the last layer of the new enchantment. “Not an admirer. Honestly, she’s probably been showing up to see Krejjh make another attempt at the Wronksi Feint.“

See: adapting Sana tinkering with her flying device. And my fervent desire to see Sana and Krejjh be adrenaline junkies together, because it’d be so good.

“I’m telling you Captain Tripathi, this time’s the charm.” Krejjh grinned, already floating in the air on their own broom. “And then we’re gonna crush you Hufflepuffs this year.”

Sana raised her eyebrows. “As long as our Seeker doesn’t literally get crushed. Though, honestly, he should know better by now than to follow you into a dive like that.”

Krejjh and Sana would be friendly opponent captains and you can’t convince me otherwise - they are good sports! I think Krejjh in this AU only addresses Sana as “Captain” when it’s fun trash talking time.

The Gryffindor team had Krejjh, sure, but no other stand-out players. And as great a Seeker they were, Sana had a feeling that Krejjh mostly thought the responsibilities that came with the Captain title were 1. Be really good at Quidditch 2. Schedule practices. So, Sana wasn’t too worried about Gryffindor this year. She swung a leg over her own broom, ready to take off.

I imagine having Krejjh as your sportsball team captain is very fun and inspiring and exhilarating! But not particularly consistent! (In Krejjh’s defense - I also picture this being their first year as captain. Sana, while also a fifth-year, has already had a year under her belt, because she’s just Like That and the ‘puffs recognize a good thing when they see it.)

Sana is very ready to win this year :)

“Also, she hasn’t been watching Krejjh at any of these practices. Mostly you.” Brian said out of nowhere.Krejjh’s grin grew wider. “Jeeter. Were you concerned I had an admirer?”“Wha-no,” Brian sputtered. “Sometimes I finish the work I bring with me before you guys are done, so I started trying to figure out why a third-year would skip Hogsmeade weekends to watch you two.”

Are these two already dating in this ficlet??? They don’t know either, pal. I just like the idea of Brian doing his homework in the stands while Sana and Krejjh practice (in addition to their regular house practices, mind you). Brian’s also bad at letting inconsistencies lie.

“That is a good point about the weekends.” asked Sana, glancing over at the broom shed. It stood far enough away that sound didn’t carry, but close enough that Sana could spy the corner of a red-edged robe peeking out from behind one of its walls. “Krejjh. She is in your house. Any ideas?”

As may be very obvious, I went with everyone’s primary houses from my sorting post.

“Sorry, fellas, I’ve only really passed by her at meals and the common room.” Krejjh shrugged, now slowly looping around Brian and Sana on their broom.

Krejjh in any universe: mmm jock brain flying good (stole this phrasing from @shrimpeggroll). They’re not really paying attention to random tiny third-years. (Sana, however, you may note, already knows Arkady’s name.)

“Maybe she wants to talk to a prefect? I haven’t heard great things about the Gryffindor ones this year,” Brian ventured.

Sana frowned at him, and then sighed knowingly. “Violet?”“Yeah,” he said uneasily. “I think she’s okay now, though? Even if the prefects weren’t much use.”She hadn’t seen Brian’s new third-year shadow recently, so that was good news. An implied subplot of lonely Muggle-born Violet possibly getting hassled by some Gryffs while the Gryff prefects didn’t do much. It’s resolved, so she isn’t constantly trailing Brian anymore. Also, c’mon, isn’t the image of fourth-year Brian taking third-year Violet under his wing the cutest - bet those nerds spend a lot of time the library.

“It’s going to get dark soon.” Krejjh had transitioned from horizontal loops to vertical ones, their expression looking like that of the world’s most impatient child.

“Sorry, let’s get going.” Sana shot up into the air without a beat. The wind rushing past her face, the feel of the new charms she added, the familiar quick gain in altitude were all the only things on her mind. Nothing about the team or O.W.L.S. She’d missed this. She leveled out at the top of the hooped goal posts, waiting for Krejjh to catch up so they could do their usual race. Sana took in the view. Brian was watching Krejjh’s ascent into the sky with rapt attention, as always. More and more of the red-edged robes behind the broom shed creeped out till Arkady herself was leaning on the front of the shed. Couldn’t make out much of an expression from this angle and altitude.

These two just like flying :D

Sana was midway through going over her knowledge on the Patel family when her broom jerked. And then jerked again, and again. Sana gripped tightly with one hand as she went anything that could have gone wrong with how the new enchantment interacted with the broom’s magic, simultaneously reaching for the wand within her sleeve. Always good to have a quick way to undo things.The wand slid into her hand and then just as quickly out of it, latching itself to the broom of it’s own accord. What? The broom stopped a jerking for a brief moment and Sana tried to scrape the wand off of it as well as guide the broom down. Neither attempt seemed to do anything.The broom dove.

I fully confess action/description is the weakest aspect of my writing, haha. And yeah, Sana’s aware of the risks of her messing with the magic a broom already has, but she’s gonna do that anyway.

She held calm even as the bright green of the field rapidly came closer, going over everything she knew about the field’s cushioning charms and crash landings.Then the broom stopped so suddenly she lost her grip, flying head over heels off of it. She was still really high off the ground. Not good. Wind rushed past her as she fell, and out of the corner of her eye she could see Krejjh changing course to fly towards her, but Sana had a feeling even Krejjh couldn’t close this gap.

Sana: realistic and not prone to panic even as she’s about to crash into the ground.

“Arresto Momentum!” yelled a voice she didn’t recognize, and suddenly instead of plummeting she was floating downwards instead. Sana swallowed a gulp.

Way to save the day, kid. (Who again, you might note, Sana has never heard, thought she knows of her family.)

Arkady wasn’t by the broom shed anymore, instead she was right on the field, arm outstretched and wand pointed right at Sana. Arkady was breathing heavily, and also…scowling? At Krejjh? Who had finally reached Sana and flew next to her as she slowly came to a stop on the ground.Sana turned to Arkady. “Oka-”“I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be all ‘honorable’ and ‘chivalrous’, what’s so honorable about hexing someone’s broom to hurt them?” interrupted Arkady, shifting her wand from Sana to Krejjh, her oversized robes swinging a little as she did.

Arkady hates a hypocrite, even more so as a kid. (Has perhaps witnessed some of the Gryffs-behaving-badly nonsense that Violet dealt with? Will latch on to suspicion at the clearest potential suspect?) Also has hand-me-down robes bc the idea of the Patels as a scrappier version of the Weasleys in this AU makes me cackle with glee.

“What? Sana tries out new enchantments all the time, and sometimes they go a bit wonky. I don’t even know how you hex a broom,” said Krejjh, looking confused.“Krejjh wouldn’t hex my broom,” Sana leveled a look at Arkady, wondering what on earth she had to do with anything, and also what level of house baggage they were dealing with. “But something did grab my wand away from me, which is making me thinking that a side-effect of my enchantment isn’t the right answer here.”Brian ran up to them, panting. “Is…everyone…okay?”

Sana’s firm but honest about her assessment of the situation. Poor Brian, he just had a gazillion different heart attacks at witnessing all of that happen in the sky, realizing too late to do anything himself.

Arkady paid no notice to him, still pointing her wand at Krejjh. “I’m not saying you did it. That’d be stupid. Having the Captain do it, even if you have regular access to her broom since you hang out. I’m saying you got your teammates to.”A rare flash of anger crossed Krejjh’s face. “I wouldn’t-”“I heard them talking about sabotaging the Hufflepuff captain, I followed them, and I saw them break into the broom shed.” Arkady’s scowl deepened.

What a tiny distrustful spy! Weirdly effective! (Krejjh does not appreciate the suggestion that they would hurt Sana. Also, they play fair, how else can glorious victory be an accurate assessment of one’s skill and talent?)

“Dude,” said Brian, “that’s not really proof Krejjh told them to do anything.”Arkady deflated a little. “You saw all that, and decided stalking Sana and Krejjh’s practices was the best plan?” continued Brian.Arkady dropped her wand arm, muttering something indecipherable.

Brian’s here to point out Arkady’s ridiculousness. Arkady talked over her plan with absolutely no one. Just went full speed “Make sure unsuspecting Hufflepuff captain doesn’t get hurt”.

“What?” asked Sana.“I didn’t have any proof,” grumbled Arkady, crossing her arms. “I didn’t know how to figure out what they did or undo it, and I figured it’d make sense for them to activate the charm in one of these sessions instead of the Hufflepuff team practice because there’d be higher chance of you getting injured with only one other flier.”Brian’s jaw dropped. “Okay, I know she saved your life, but I’m a little scared of this third-year now.”

I don’t know that I’m a fan of this Brian line anymore - I just wanted to communicate how truly thrown by this level of quidditch conspiracy and paranoia he was.

Arkady glared at him. Sana shook her head, and smiled at Arkady. “So, this is a mess. For the record, Arkady, you could have told me.”Arkady squinted. “Why would you have believed me?” “Why wouldn’t I have?”Arkady kept squinting at her, saying nothing.

Sana is pretty impressed. Arkady has no words for Sana-patented honesty and openness XD.

“Pals, I don’t know about you, but I am starving!” said Krejjh. “What do you say we grab some food from the kitchens, and then our new friend and I can discuss who exactly I need to have a little Captain-y chat with?”“Sounds good to me,” said Sana.“I’m in,” said Brian.They turned to Arkady, whose arms were still crossed and expression was still suspicious. “I am kind of hungry.”

Yay friendship and conspiracy-cracking and food! And uh, Hufflepuff Prefect and Captain Sana Tripathi may have gained a new tiny shadow. It’s fun to think about an AU where Arkady being the last to join the gang.

Also fun to think about - Krejjh looking at Brian-Violet and Sana-Arkady, and going: when do I get a underclassmen trailing me when is it my turn. (Somewhere, in the Slytherin dungeon, second-year RJ sneezes.)

Finally, I like the idea of Sana’s prefect partner being Park. What a pair, y’know? Golden girl Sana alongside Park who is…Very Tired.

#commentary meme #tscosi #this just turned into more hogwarts au opinions hahaha #asks #anonymous #Anonymous

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nemothesurvivor · 7 years

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The Wedding of Fareeha Amari and Doctor Angela Ziegler

Pharmercy Appreciation Week Day 6: Wedding. @pharmercyappreciationweek

A/N about translations: Because I can't speak German or Egyptian Arabic, expect some wonky translations. On the Subject of Egyptian Arabic, the translation to English was, well, let's just say, off. As in, I have no idea what the heck is going on there. So I put the approximate English pronunciation, followed by the actual way to write the words. See the end A/N for actual translations.

"I promised you a special stream today, and I am here to deliver!" Hana exclaimed, talking into her phone. "Are you prepared to get up close and personal with Overwatch? Of course you are. And today, you get to attend a wedding." She turned the phone to face Fareeha standing next to her. "And here's the lucky bride-to-be. Well, one of them anyway." Fareeha looked at the mirror, observing Hana as she broadcast a behind-the-scenes view of the wedding. Hana wore a three-piece suit with a pink tie, her bunny logo emblazoned in the center. "Hopsotch23 wants to know who the lucky lady is. Care to say who, or do you want to keep it a surprise?"

As Fareeha turned her head, Satya pushed it back into place. "Don't move," Satya ordered as she continued to perfect Fareeha's hair. Satya was also wearing a three-piece suit, though her tie was blue and her jacket was currently hanging next to the door, next to Fareeha's dry cleaning bag.

"They know who it is," Fareeha said.

Hana waited a moment before nodding. "Yes they do. PharahIsBae wants to know if you really want to do this."

Fareeha cocked her eyebrow. "What was that name again?" she asked.

"Just answer the question," Hana said with a smile. "For your fans."

Fareeha started to nod, Satya quickly holding her head still. "I've never been more sure of anything."

Angela sat on a bench in the ballroom, across from Genji and Zenyatta, both of whom were wearing two piece suits. "That is a lovely dress, Doctor," Zenyatta said. The dress being discussed was a high top, floor length white dress with 3/4 sleeves.

"Thank you," Angela said, looking at her dress for the thousandth time today. "Hana put me in touch with a seamstress in South Korea who made her professional outfits. She made it just how I wanted."

"It's your weddin'," Jess said, walking between Angela and Zenyatta. "No sense in settlin' for less." Angela glared at Jesse. "Sumthin' wrong, Angel?" he asked. Angela pointed at Jesse's cowboy hat. "I'll take it off for the ceremony," he said. "Promise."

"Why are you even wearing that hat in a suit?" Angel asked, shaking her head.

Jesse sat down in the front row, stretching his arms out as far as he could. "I always have my hat," Jesse said with a grin. "'Sides, with everyone around here in suits 'cept you, it helps me feel special."

"For a man with a bounty on his head, I would imagine you would want to blend in," Genji said. "Though I have to wonder. Dr. Ziegler, why did you ask everyone to wear suits?" He leaned back and gestured to his clothing for emphasis.

Angela stood before twirling. "I've always dreamed of a wedding where everyone wore suits, except for me," she said. "Now only if Jesse would take off the hat."

Jesse smirked. "I think Fareeha wouldn't mind me wearin' it."

Bastion beeped in surprise as Emily barged the room. "C'mon loves!" she exclaimed. "Don't want to be late for your own wedding, do ya?"

"What?" Fareeha asked, trying to stand.

"Sit!" Satya ordered, slamming Fareeha back into the chair, then holding her down as she squirmed. "We are not going to be late." Fareeha stopped squirming, but didn't relax. Satya then turned her head to face Emily. "I have perfectly timed how long each preparation will take," she said. "We are still on schedule."

"But the wedding starts less than an hour," Emily said, pointing at her watch.

"Does it?" Hana asked, pointing to a clock on the wall.

Emily glanced between her watch and the clock on the wall. "But how did–" She interrupted her thought with a sigh. "Bloody hell Lena. That's the last time I let you borrow my watch. Sorry."

"It is fine," Satya said. Fareeha relaxed with a sigh, letting Satya look over her hair one last time. "I am finished with your hair. Hana, let us give Fareeha privacy to get dressed." Satya put on her suit jacket. "I will help you with your makeup when you are ready," she said to Fareeha before walking out the door.

"Do you want me to leave my phone here?" Hana asked. Fareeha shot Hana an emotionless stare. "That's what I thought. We'll be back in a moment with the lovely bride-to-be, but in the meantime, I'll field your questions." Hana stared intently at her phone as she and Emily walked out the door.

Fareeha was left with Bastion in the dressing room. She locked the door before pulling her dry cleaning off the hook. "Nobody comes in until I say, got that?" she asked the omnic.

Bastion beeped a confirmation as Ganymede chirped.

Lena walked into the room before plopping down next to Jesse. "What's wrong, sugarplum?" McCree asked. "It won't do t'be mopin' at a weddin'."

"I just got off the phone with Emily, and she is not happy with me," Lena said. "I borrowed her watch the other day, and all my blinking made it fast. Made her think they were running late for the wedding."

"Relax," Jesse said, patting Lena on the back. "Mistakes happen. And with Satya there, I doubt they would let time slip away." Realizing what he said–and who he said it to–he quickly added, "Uh, no offence."

"None taken," Lena said. "So, Angie, did Jesse tell you that he said it would be okay if Fareeha wore her Raptora suit to the wedding?"

Jesse watched a cheeky grin erupted on Lena's face. "You did take offence, you–" Jesse stopped mid-sentence, feeling eyes burning into the back of his skull. He slowly turned around, seeing Angela glare at him worse than when she saw his hat. "Uh, she didn't believe me," Jesse said quickly. "You know she wouldn't do that, right?" Angela continued to stare down Jesse.

"I assume it's your fault my daughter-in-law has a frown on her face," Ana said, walking down the aisle. Jesse ducked his head, hiding his face. "It's supposed to be a happy day for both of my daughters, understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," Jesse said. Ana held out her hand and made a simple gesture with her fingers. After briefly hesitating, Jesse handed over his hat. Ana put it on her head, tipped it at Angela, then walked off towards the entrance. Jesse watched as Ana put his hat on a hat rack before sitting down next to Reinhardt and Torbjörn. "This is cruel and unusual punishment," Jesse muttered.

"Is it as cruel or unusual as being murdered by your own brother?" Genji asked. Lena simply cleared her throat.

Angela smiled as Jesse started to backpedal. "I do wonder what Fareehali is going to wear," she wondered aloud, thinking about what Lena said. "She wanted it to be a surprise."

"Shotgun!" Hana yelled, running to the limousine waiting outside. "Wait, I need Fareeha to be on camera. Nevermind."

"It's a limo," Fareeha said. "I don’t think we're supposed to sit up front."

"Touché," Hana said.

Emily stepped past the two and opened the door. "Your chariot awaits, milady."

"Why, thank you," Fareeha said, stepping inside. Hana, Satya, and Emily followed after, with Ganymede flying in before the door shut. Bastion parked itself on a small trailer attached to the back of the limo. As the limo drove away, Emily started messaging Lena.

"So, Fareeha," Hana said, training her phone on the woman as Ganymede settled on Hana's head and toyed with her hair, "chat wants to know how you proposed to Angela."

"I suspect it was over dinner," Satya said, interrupting Fareeha. "Such a serious question requires a formal setting."

"Nah," Emily said, looking up from her phone. "I bet you went on an adventure together, and you proposed in the most picturesque of places, like on top of a mountain."

"How about we get an actual answer," Hana asked, looking between Satya and Emily, "instead of speculating one?"

Satya and Emily nodded, and all eyes turned to Fareeha. "Well, Angela and I went out on a walk around Switzerland," Fareeha said. "We stopped by the old Swiss base and paid our respects, then we visited the hospital Angela worked at before joining Overwatch. We spent the rest of the day sightseeing, and on the way back to the hotel, we stopped by a pier to watch the sunset. There, Angela asked me to marry her, and I said yes."

Everyone stared at Fareeha, dumbfounded. "Angela asked you?" Emily said at last.

"She was always better at managing the relationship," Fareeha said. "She figured out that it was the right time to ask."

"I never took you to be a passive woman," Satya said.

Fareeha crossed her arms across her chest. "Just because I am a soldier does not mean I have to be in complete control of my relationship. It takes two people to be a couple, after all."

"That," Hana said, looking at Fareeha over her phone, "makes sense actually. Dad_76 wants to know if there's going to be an after party."

"Dad 76?" Satya asked. "Is that Soldier?"

"No," Hana said, shaking her head. "That's one of the viewers. Everyone has at least a dozen fan accounts. Even Ganymede here has one." The bird chirped at the name.

"There's going to be," Fareeha said, answering the question. "Angela wants a proper wedding reception, so she's getting one. You helped set it up, remember?"

"Yeah, well the viewers don't know this," Hana said. "Since you're the star today–one of them, at least–I figured you should be the one to tell them."

"Excuse me," the driver said, using the intercom in the limo, "we will be arriving shortly."

Emily started bouncing in her seat. "Oh, I'm so excited for you!" she exclaimed. "How're you feeling, love?"

Fareeha shifted. "Nervous, actually," she said.

"No time to be nervous!" Hana exclaimed. "You've got to sweep the love of your life off her feet!"

Fareeha sat up straight and nodded, beaming.

Lena's phone buzzed. She picked it up, her face immediately turning into a giant smile. "They're pulling up right now!" she yelled.

Ana immediately ran out the door, while everyone in the chapel rushed to their seats. Zenyatta floated from his seat next to Genji to the altar, where he hovered behind a podium. Angela followed before standing in front of the podium, smoothing her dress as she did. Hana entered the room, speed walking to her seat. Emily entered shortly after, sitting down at the organ in the corner. She warmed up by playing a couple of scales, then gave a thumbs up towards Ana, who poked her head into the door. Ana nodded, then shut the doors.

Angela stood, hands folded together as she looked at the doors. Emily started playing the organ, filling the room with the Bridal Chorus. Angela smiled as the iconic music signaled for the doors to open. Satya opened the doors, carrying the bouquet down the aisle. Bastion was next, though the robot simply entered the room before stopping next to the doors. Finally, Fareeha and Ana entered.

Fareeha wore a royal blue dress, with cap sleeves and a bateau neckline, and a golden necklace and bracelets. She walked in perfect step with her mother down the aisle, a happy smile on her face. Angela, dumbstruck by Fareeha's beauty, latched onto the smile, returning it as she tried to regain her senses. Ana and Fareeha separated as the pair approached the altar, the former sitting in the front row and the latter stepping in front of the podium. "You look lovely," Angela said, holding out her hands.

"El helou bi shoof el helou (الحلو بشوف الحلو)," Fareeha said, taking Angela's hands.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Zenyatta said, raising his arms to each of the brides, "we are gathered here, not to witness the beginning of what will be, but rather what already is! We do not create this marriage, because we cannot. We can and do, however, celebrate with Fareeha Amari and Dr. Angela Ziegler the wondrous and joyful occurrence that has already taken place in their lives, and the commitment they make today.

"Fareeha and Angela, remember to treat yourselves and each other with respect, and remind yourselves often of what brought you together. Take responsibility for making the other feel safe, and give the highest priority to the tenderness, gentleness and kindness that your connection deserves. When frustration, difficulty and fear assail your relationship, as they threaten all relationships at some time or another, remember to focus on what is right between you, not just the part that seems wrong. In this way, you can survive the times when clouds drift across the face of the sun in your lives, remembering that, just because you may lose sight of it for a moment, does not mean the sun has gone away. And, if each of you takes responsibility for the quality of your life together, it will be marked by abundance and delight."

Zenyatta nodded towards Fareeha. Fareeha, acknowledging the gesture, looked Angela in the eyes and said, "Angela, I have never cared for anyone else as much as I care for you. You are the engine that powers me, the armor that protects me, and the fuel that boosts me ever higher. Without you, I am nothing, and for that reason, I promise to protect you and the world you live in."

Fareeha glanced at Zenyatta after a second of silence. Zenyatta, understanding, faced Angela and nodded towards her. Angela returned Fareeha's stare and said, "Fareehali, I cherish every moment with you. You are the wind beneath my wings and the fiery passion in my heart. My käferchen, I could not imagine a life without you, and I would risk the world if it meant you coming home." A single tear escaped from Angela. As she went to wipe it away, Fareeha pushed Angela's hand down before gently wiping the tear away. "Fareehali, I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Angela and Fareeha looked at Zenyatta, ready to continue. The monk made a motion with his hand. Bastion stomped up the aisle, holding a small pillow with two rings on it. "Wedding rings are made precious by our wearing them. Your rings say that even in your uniqueness you have chosen to be bound together. Let these rings also be a sign that love has substance as well as soul, a present as well as a past, and that, despite its occasional sorrows, love is a circle of happiness, wonder, and delight. May these rings remind you always of the vows you have taken here today." The omnic stopped near Angela and Fareeha, and they both took a ring. Ganymede chirped as Bastion stomped off to stand by the doors.

Fareeha took Angela's left hand, slipped the ring onto her finger, and said, "I give you this ring, a symbol of my love, as I give to you all that I am, and accept from you, all that you are."

Angela looked at the ring on her finger, smiling with another tear threatening to break free. It did not get the chance, as Angela composed herself before putting a ring on Fareeha's finger and said, "I give you this ring, a symbol of my love, as I give to you all that I am, and accept from you, all that you are."

Zenyatta looked at both Fareeha and Angela. They nodded. Zenyatta continued with the ceremony. "We who have come together today have heard the willingness of Fareeha Amari and Dr. Angela Ziegler to be joined in marriage. They have come of their free will and in our presence, have declared their love and commitment to each other. They have given and received a ring as a symbol of their promises. Therefore, by the power vested in me by the Shamboli Monastery, I take great pride and pleasure as I declare them spouses for life.

"You may now kiss." Fareeha and Angela wrapped their arms around each other's necks before kissing. It was a short but passionate kiss, ending with the newlyweds touching foreheads with love in their eyes."Ladies and Gentlemen, for the first time, Mrs. Fareeha Amari-Ziegler And Doctor Angela Amari-Ziegler."

Everyone stood and erupted into applause. Fareeha and Angela, hand in hand started walking down the aisle, joining their gathered compatriots. Ana stopped the pair to hug them both, whispering in Arabic. Reinhardt and Torbjörn were next, each hugging the brides while saying congratulations. Emily asked the newlyweds to throw the bouquet at her, getting a half-shocked, half-happy look from Lena. Jesse hugged them both, making a joke about being Angela's adopted brother-in-law. Genji offered his kind words next, then he held Hana's phone while she did the same. Bastion beeped and Ganymede chirped as Fareeha and Angela passed by. Satya was last, and she simply congratulated the two as she opened the door and led them to the limousines outside. Everyone else followed close behind, already talking and joking about the newlyweds. Satya opening the door of the lead limo. Fareeha and Angela got in, alone, before the door shut.

Fareeha sighed, sinking into her seat. "I don't think I've ever been that nervous in my life," she said, fiddling with Angela's ring as she talked. Angela didn't respond. Fareeha looked over, seeing pure passion in Angela's eyes. Fareeha sat up straight, allowing Angela to sit on her lap and lay on her wife.

"Ich liebe dich, käferchen," Angela said softly, leaning close to Fareeha.

"Ana bhibak, yamaem (ٲنَا بَحِبِّك, حمامة)," Fareeha replied, just as soft. She wrapped her right arm around Angela's waist while interlocking her left hand with Angela's right. Fareeha pulled her wife closer, and for the rest of the limo ride, two people were one.

Fareeha stepped out of the limousine before helping Angela out. Satya grabbed both of their arms, pulling them together with their backs towards the entrance to the garden. "What's wrong?" Angela asked, worried.

Satya pulled out a small makeup kit from her jacket pocket. "You two had too much fun," she said simply. Fareeha blushed, shock plastered on her face. Angela blushed as well, though she simply smiled. Satya touched up their makeup before escorting them to the door.

"Any particular reason you did that?" Fareeha asked, blush now gone.

"It would have bothered me until it was perfect again," Satya said. She opened the doors to the Serenity Garden. Inside, at the center of the winding rows of plants and trees, a long table stretched from one end of the courtyard to the other. Most of the wedding guests were sitting at the table, chatting about nothing. Fareeha and Angela wound their way through the garden before taking their seats at the head of the table. Satya took the seat closest to Fareeha, tapping on a small tablet.

"What do you think?" Hana said, plopping down in the seat across from Satya.

"It's better than I could've imagined it," Angela said. "The limousines, the garden, and I imagine the food as well."

"Do you take me for a cheapskate?" Hana asked. "Of course the food is high quality. Had to settle for a bargain bin DJ, but I think you'll like him."

"When we gave you our wish list," Fareeha said, "I didn't expect you to actually get everything on it. This must have cost you a fortune."

"You only get one shot at the perfect wedding, right?" Hana asked. She blinked a couple of times, worry passing over her face. "Right?"

Angela giggled as Fareeha said, "I don't think we'll be needing another wedding."

Hana visibly relaxed, muttering in Korean. "I don't think another wedding like this is in the budget for a while," she said.

"Hana, really," Fareeha said, "you didn't have to do this."

"But I wanted to," Hana insisted. "It's not like I'm spending my massive fortune on anything important, like restorative efforts in South Korea." She waved her hand dismissively. "Besides, everyone pitched in. Some more than others." Hana made a point to glare at Jesse, who was sitting at the other end of the table. Jesse waved back.

"Truly, we appreciate it," Angela said. She made a heart with her hands at Hana, with Fareeha joining in shortly after. Hana, smiling, copied the gesture.

"Hello hello!" All eyes turned to the DJ booth in the back as Lúcio waved to the gathered patrons. "I heard there was a very special event today, and I just couldn't resist joining the party. Can we get a big hand for the newlyweds?" Compared to the civil clapping earlier, everyone started cheering and yelling as the clapped, with Reinhardt's booming laugh louder than anything else. As the clapping quieted down, Lúcio said, "I have been informed that our caterers will be along shortly to take your order. Now how about we get this party started?"

Just before midnight, Fareeha looked around as she danced in a slow circle with Angela to Queen's "One Year of Love." "I think the party's over," Fareeha said.

"Why's that?" Angela asked, head laying on Fareeha's shoulder.

"Reinhardt and Torbjörn are asleep on the table," Fareeha said, "Lena, Emily, and Satya left about an hour ago, Genji and Zenyatta just left, Hana and Lúcio are watching something on Hana's phone, and my mother is sipping tea with Jesse and Ganymede."

"Our mother," Angela mumbled.

"Our mother," Fareeha agreed. "We should call it a night."

"No," Angela said.

"No?" Fareeha asked.

"I don't want this night to end."

Fareeha smiled. "I know." After a moment of silence, Fareeha swept Angela off her feet and into a bridal carry.

"What are you doing?" Angela asked, head still on her wife's shoulder.

Fareeha did not respond, instead walking over to where Lúcio and Hana were sitting. "We're calling it a night," Fareeha said.

"No, we aren’t," Angela muttered.

Lúcio nodded as he and Hana stood. "Sounds good," Lúcio said.

"No, it doesn't," Angela complained.

Lúcio shook his head as he said, "Hana and I will take care of the cleanup. You and sleepyhead here can just head home and relax."

"I'm not tired," Angela mumbled.

"You haven't take your head off me for the past twenty minutes," Fareeha said, walking away from Lúcio and towards Ana and Jesse.

"And why should I?" Angela asked.

"You shouldn't." Ana smiled when she saw her daughter and daughter-in-law approaching. She put a finger to her lips as Jesse opened his mouth. Fareeha gestured towards the passed-out Reinhardt and Torbjörn, and Ana nodded. Ana gestured towards Jesse to follow her as she stood. Jesse followed close behind, tipping his hat at Fareeha and Angela as he passed them. Ganymede, no longer getting attention from Ana or Jesse, perched on Fareeha's free shoulder.

"Where's everyone going?" Angela mumbled.

"Home," Fareeha replied, walking towards the exit. "It's late." Ganymede chirped as she flew to Bastion, who was standing by the doors. It opened them when Fareeha gestured towards them with her head. "Say good night to Bastion."

"Good night," Angela said.

Bastion beeped a response, followed by chirping from Ganymede. "They say good night," Fareeha said, walking outside.

"I didn't know you speak bird," Angela said. "Can you teach me?" Fareeha didn't reply, unsure of how to answer. "Fareehali?" Angela finally pulled her head off of Fareeha's shoulder so she could look her wife in the eyes. "Can you teach me how to speak bird?"

Fareeha hesitated a moment before saying, "If that's what you want."

"I would like that," Angela said, laying her head back down. Fareeha walked to one of the two remaining limos and struggled to open the door. The driver jumped out and ran to the door, opening it for the newlyweds. Fareeha mouthed her thanks as she climbed inside and sat Angela in a seat. After being buckled in, Angela asked, "Fareehali?"

"Yes?" Fareeha asked, sitting next to Angela.

"Was today just a dream?"

Fareeha wrapped her arm around Angela, pulling her close. "What makes you think that?"

"It was too perfect." Angela put her head onto Fareeha's shoulder. "I hope it's not a dream."

"It wasn't."

"Good. Ich liebe dich, Fareehali."

"Ana bhibak (ٲنَا بَحِبِّك), Angela."

The limo started moving down the road. Fareeha rested her head on top of Angela's, listening to her breath. "Hey, Angela," Fareeha said, leaning forward slightly. Angela was asleep, unfazed by her name or Fareeha's movement. "It can wait," Fareeha mumbled, laying her head back onto Angela's. And a short time later, Fareeha too was asleep with her wife.

Sorry if your favorite OW character didn't show up. Everyone else is off saving the world in one way or another, so not everyone could take the day off to attend the wedding.

I probably screwed up the translations. Let me know if they are wrong and I will attempt to fix them. Also, if you can assist me in how to actually translate Egyptian Arabic to English, please help. I tried. Fareehali: Swiss-Germans add -li to the end of a person's name to show affection (even though Angela doesn’t speak Swiss-German, I liked the idea). El helou bi shoof el helou (الحلو بشوف الحلو): Beauty finds beauty (from this Tumblr post: http://karkatinq.tumblr.com/post/156889448096/headcanon-that-pharah-is-the-cheesiest-girlfriend)

Ich liebe dich: I love you

käferchen: little beetle ana bhibak (ٲنَا بَحِبِّك): I love you

yamaem (حمامة): dove

#pharmercy appreciation week #pharmercy #angela ziegler #fareeha amari

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Have a Trial Marriage with Husband, Demanding Extra Effort Chapter Six

Chapter 6: The Return of the Number One Top Model

Of course not, it was not yet the right time!

Mo Ting knew what her plan was as well, so he handed the phone over to her, but Tang Ning avoided the taboo topic, and in front of Mo Ting, she pressed the answer key.

“Tang Ning, where are you now?”

“I was afraid the reporters would find me, so I hid,” Tang Ning calmly replied.

“So, you do not know what Sister Long said about the affair?” Han Yu Fan asked.

“What did Sister Long do? I hid in a very remote place, so I had no way to know the news in the outside world, what happened?” Tang Ning made herself as curious and inquisitive as possible.

“Thanks to your agent, now Day Arts Entertainment is in big trouble, come back to the company, I’ll give you a press conference, Tang Ning, only you can explain clearly, that Day Arts is innocent!”

What press conference, they wanted to play her as the scapegoat?

They thought she was dumb enough?

Tang Ning mockingly hanged up the phone, but… suddenly, Mo Ting uttered something.

“On your phone, I have saved my number, so that I will always be able to know your whereabouts, feel free to tell me if there is anything you want to do.”

“Thank you, Mo Ting…”

“... You called wrongly…” Mo Ting laid down his hands on her legs, and squeezed it, “if you call me something else… then I won’t let you go.”

Tang Ning blushed, but in a low voice, said, “Lao… alright.”1

Mo Ting gave her a rare smile.

“I’ll send you to Day Arts, remember what you promised me...to no longer be in touch with any man.”

Tang Ning knew what Mo Ting was talking about, and gave him a soothing smile, wanting Mo Ting to trust her. Mo Ting’s thoughts, between the two, it went without saying.

Forty minutes later, Mo Ting sent off Tang Ning near Day Arts Company, after all, he was still the *** monarch, therefore with regards to everyone in the social circle of entertainment, he wanted to know how difficult it would be for Tang Ning to make a comeback in the modeling industry.

Tang Ning also understood that she was a threat to many people, she was entering a game she couldn’t be naive or ignorant in, that if she didn’t reshuffle her cards and be able to turn around situations unfavorable to her, then she would only lose.

Tang Ning got down from the car, going inside Day Arts secretly with the use of a hidden passage. Once the employees of Day Arts saw her, their gazes were filled with contempt, disdain and ridicule, seemingly accusing her of single-handedly planning what Sister Long did.

Tang Ning chose to turn a blind eye at them, instead going into Han Yu Fan’s office directly, looking at his tall figure from behind.

“You came back…” Han Yu Fan said, turning around, looking exhausted.

“In the end, what happened?”

“Tang Ning, you really did not know what Sister Long did?” Han Yu Fan threw down the newspaper in front of her, angrily asking, “if you didn’t incite her, then how could she, a mere agent, dare to do it?”

“Yu Fan, we are getting married, why would I do such a thing? Did you not do it?” Tang Ning’s face was full of grievances, her voice also coming out choked.

“That HF jewelry show, why did you wear the crown star on your ankle? You know, that what you and Yu Rou have that can expose you are your legs.”

Tang Ning looked at Han Yu Fan who voiced this question, thinking of all the times that Han Yu Fan would protect Mo Yu Rou. She just used to think that Han Yu Fan was protecting his new company, so she endured it all, letting him defend other people, but now, she noticed, that he only defended Mo Yu Rou, and no one else.

“At that time, I couldn’t wear the crown star, there was no other choice but to put on my ankle, Mo Yu Rou’s assistant was also present, you can ask him.”

“I have already asked Yu Rou’s assistant, and he said that you did this on your own initiative,” Han Yu Fan said, stepping in closer and closer to her.

“I am your fiancee, and yet you’d rather believe in an outsider?” Tang Ning pretended to be disappointed, and further observe Han Yu Fan’s expression. “Yesterday… should have been the day we registered for our marriage.”

“Anyway, now there are consequences, we have been sued by the HF for breach of contract, and because of your agent, now more and more people are condemning Day Arts, the consequences of the aftermath, you have to take responsibility for it,” Han Yu Fan looked down at Tang Ning, his gaze holding a hint of a God’s dictation and arrogance.

“You are going to be my wife, and I do not want my wife to be someone who will harm my career, so… Tang Ning, in order to keep the reputation of Day Arts, you are obligated to stand up and explain to the outside world, that this was just your agent’s speculation, that it had nothing to do with Day Arts Entertainment…”

“Telling other people that what SIster Long said was to promote me, isn’t that the same as admitting that I was planning to be promoted to people? This isn’t the first time you wanted me to take the blame, and let Mo Yu Rou rise into popularity,” Tang Ning cried out. “Yu Fan, is it because that I want to marry you, that I should be sacrificed?”

“I don’t care, this is just your responsibility,” as he said this sentence, Han Yu Fan thought that his tone had been too heavy, and softened it down, wanting to reach out and hold Tang Ning, but Tang Ning pushed him away.

“Tang NIng, I am also quite anxious, and… it’s only this time, after we get married, I will be good to you…”

Sure enough, Tang Ning stopped her tears, and nodded her head. “Alright, I’ll compromise, I will say that what happened was for promoting me, but there won’t be a next time!”

“No, there won’t be a next time,” in fact, what Han Yu Fan though was, the next time you are still not fooled, after the wedding, Tang Ning could only be at his disposal.

“The press conference is at 3 P.M., we’ll meet before that, and plan out what you’re going to say.”

“Alright!”

Tang Ning completely stopped crying, and saw that Han Yu Fan in the past and the present’s eyes were no different. When Han Yu Fan stepped out of his office, her eyes flashed coldly. She cannot forget about that cheating slag right away, but she would still be loyal to her choice. After Han Yu Fan rejected the pot, she would not be back again.2

Thinking of this, she returned to her lounge, and made a call to her agent.

“Hahaha, Tang Ning, just tell me what you need me to do!” On the other side of the phone wa s a voice full of fighting spirit. “At 3’o clock in the afternoon, I will publicly apologize, explain that it was just some speculation, afterwards… you should anonymously spread Han Yu Fan and Mo Yu Rou’s photos of intimate times in the hospital...

“Hahaha, oh, and I also thought of a perfect, matching title! Day Arts’ president pedaling many boats, one of the many scums of society.” Tang Ning laughed with her agent, but she still did not forget to apologize to her.

“I’m sorry Sister Long, for troubling you.”

“Tang Ning, as long as you decide to start modeling again, I will help you return to your position of first-class model, even becoming an international supermodel!”

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And... we have the sixth chapter posted up! Not much of a note for now, except for me being curious about what she’ll say at the press conference. ^^

Lao is a pre-fix that indicates affection for someone ↩︎

I have no idea what it means, the translated version was wonky. Hopefully someone can tell me what it means... hey, someone responded! Thank you a lot, mx. Anonymous! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) the original chinese version of this phrase is a play on words which means to take the blame for others, or be unjustly blamed. ↩︎

#Have A Trial Marriage With Husband Demanding Extra Effort #novel translation

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