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KINDRED SPIRITS - PART 5

summary: you move forward with the next phase of your plan to get you and daryl out of the sanctuary and out of negan's grasp. as you plot your escape, you find comfort in past memories with daryl

daryl dixon x reader

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It had been several days since your visit to Alexandria as you faltered for the first time in your plan. You had regained your composure quickly, realizing what was at stake. You had upped your game, making ample effort to show physical and verbal affection towards Negan. Now, you had him wrapped around your finger. not completely or fully, but just enough that you could steer him in the direction you wanted. You hadn't seen Daryl since that trip either. You knew this was probably intentional, Negan clearly getting agitated by your longing stares at one another whenever yous would lock eyes. In all honesty, it made it easier for you to keep your plan in motion. You didn't want Daryl to see you plastering yourself all over Negan,

You felt as though you were betraying him and it broke your heart. You could only hope that he knew your intentions were false and that your whole swooning, loving persona towards Negan was a hoax. Unbeknownst to you, Daryl knew that. He was proud of your resourcefulness though it didn't stop rage flaring in his body every time he had to watch Negan's hands glide over your body like you were a piece of meat. He wished you didn't have to be the one to save the both of yous, but he hadn't tried anything since Dwight had threatened to hurt you. The chances of that happening, especially after Negan's obsession with you, were very slim. But for once in his life, he wasn't taking any chances or any risks. He did the jobs he was forced to do, grateful that he wasn't on walker duty in the yard anymore thanks to your request for him to be moved to indoor work only,

You finished up the final touches of your makeup in the mirror, hearing the door creak open. You whipped your head around to see Negan walking in. "Well hello gorgeous," he teased crudely, as you walked towards him, forcing an overdramatic smile. He took your hand in his, placing a loud kiss on the top of it. You had gotten used to his overly affectionate ways by now, pushing down any disgust you felt by his gestures. "Hey handsome," you replied seductively with a giggle. "I'll be back in a bit," he promised, placing a kiss on your cheek as he began to walk away. You grabbed his hand swiftly, but gently, making him crane his neck to look at you puzzled. "But you just got back from a run," you reasoned, sending him an innocent look,

He strode back towards you, squeezing your hand lightly. "I just have to run a few errands. I'll be back soon angel. I promise," he assured smugly, loving the attention you were giving him. You feared what that meant, your blood running cold, wondering if Daryl was related to those errands at all. You pressed further, placing your hand lightly on his chest. "Can I come with you?" you begged, jutting your bottom lip out for effect. He laughed smugly at your clinginess, taking your other hand on his chest in his other hand, bringing them both to your sides now, making your heart fall slightly at your failed attempt,

"Afraid not, sweetcheeks," he whispered with sympathy in his voice, unsure whether it was genuine or not. Your face fell in disappointment, though it was for a different reason than he thought. "I'll be back soon," he repeated sternly, his impatience growing slightly at your pestering, though his heart still swelled from the insatiable craving you had to be near him, or so he thought. He flashed you an encouraging smile before you called out again. "Wait," you shouted slightly, making him sigh, seeing his head fall forward before he turned around. "I love you angel, but you're getting in the way of my schedule here," he blurted out, slightly frustrated,

Your gaze softened at his agitation, looking to the floor slightly, as he sighed once again, clearly regretting his tone. "I'm sorry, what is it?" he asked gently, as you strolled towards him. "It's nothing really. I just wanted something is all. It's stupid, I know that now," you dismissed with a faint smile, as he only stared down at you, taking your hand in his once again, his gaze more delicate than it was a few moments ago. "Name it," he commands, though there's care there, especially by the way his thumb grazes over your knuckles. "I um, I was wondering if I could have some books," you mumbled under your breath, as he leaned closer to your face, wanting you to repeat yourself louder as you only realized now how silent you had been, him not comprehending your request,

"I uh I was wondering if I could have some books," you said, above a whisper, feeling as though he would laugh at you, but he didn't, although he smiled at you in disbelief at the fact that you had been so scared to ask. "I think that can be arranged. I'll have some brought up to you," he announced cheerily, before picking up Lucille from the hook on the wall, swinging her a few times. "Could I not um look at the selection, pick a few I like?" you queried innocently, still trying to get out of this room, to do something useful, gather intel, take note more of exits, see if his errands included Daryl; anything. But he shook his head quickly. "I'll make sure you get a big selection," he promised, making you sigh internally, but plaster a huge smile on your face externally,

"Thank you," you beamed gratefully, moving to wrap your arms around his neck as he reciprocated the hug, more so than you. "Okay now I really have to go. I'm late," he rambled loudly as you placed your head on his forearm, rubbing it lightly. "You're the man in charge, time starts and stops when you decide," you responded slightly sensually, attempting to fill his ego even more, which you successfully did. He chuckled noisily, nodding his head in agreement. "God I love you. I'll be back for dinner later," he chanted, before exiting the room. You listened, still hearing the lock click. You gazed down defeated, letting your hands run through your hair in frustration. You were getting him to warm up to you and trust you, that you were, but not nearly as much or as quickly as you would like,

You had to wait it out, not rushing it. True enough, a firm, straight-faced Savior wheeled in a trolley, swimming with books. The request for books was half to get out of the room somehow, but the other half of you delighted in the sight. If you were going to at least stay sane through this, you could at least enjoy yourself slightly somehow. You thanked the soldier before they walked out, locking the door once again. Though this time, you didn't care, only rifling through your new collection, scanning the blurbs rapidly. Your favorite thing to do in Alexandria in the free time you had was read, especially on the nights you couldn't sleep. Books had always been your form of escapism, and hell, if there was a ever a more needed time for a distraction, it was now,

You smiled joyfully as you skimmed through the hardbacks and softbacks, deciding on a red leather cover-clad book. You wheeled the trolley to the corner of the room as you practically jumped onto one of the couches, breaking open the novel. This was the most you had felt since you had gotten here. You were alone now, in your own world of books, free from your responsibility and need to manipulate Negan, free from your constant pretending that was becoming exhausting. You were brought back to happy, warm memories; asking whoever was going on a run to bring you back a book if they could, reading stories to Judith as you held her on your knee as she drifted off to sleep, acting practically as the group's indisposable librarian, lending books to people depending on what you thought each of them would like, hearing each of their opinions on the books you had let them borrow. You remembered fondly, one of them in particular from one night in the prison,

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Daryl had come to fetch you for dinner, finding you in a sprawled heap on the floor, surrounded by books. "Christ, it's like a library in 'ere," he commented gruffly as your eyes darted up to him from where you sat. "I'm organising my books by alphabetical order," you explained with a bright smile, acting like this activity was comparable to winning a shit ton of money. Before he knew what he was doing, he found himself sitting down next to you cross-legged, staring at the seemingly chaos around him with a confused expression. You passed no heed on his puzzled look, continuing to explain. "See I had them organized by year of publication, but I thought that didn't work because-"

Daryl listened to you ramble, unable to take his eyes away from your lips, eyes switching between your lips and your eyes, admiringly. 'What the fuck are you doin'. Stop,' he thought to himself, angry at himself for letting his thoughts run away with themselves. He coughed gruffly as you finished explaining, gazing at him earnestly, suddenly embarassed by your rambling. "This one begins with n," he grunts, picking up one of the books flimsily, as you took it from his grasp. "What?" you exclaimed shocked, "I did K through to P alread-" you began, hastily turning it around to reveal Romeo and Juliet. Your shock disappeared, glancing over at Daryl in bewilderment.

"Daryl, this begins with R," you clarified, pointing your finger at the title. "Nah, begins with N. Nonsense," he asserts gruffly, slight playful smile tugging at his lips. You roll your eyes, smacking him on the head with the book, though it was impossible for it to hurt seeing as it was both a softback and soft hit. He rubbed his head lightly, glaring at you, though there was no malice in his stare as you only laughed at him. "This isn't nonsense," you said with a slight giggle, looking down at the piles of books. "I've read all of these more than once. But everytime I read them, it's still like the first time," you spoke quietly, Daryl now listening to you intently as you talked,

"No matter what happens, I'll always have a book to escape to when things go wry. They help me through the worst of the days, when we lose people," you whispered, your face saddening slightly as you mentioned that fact, remembering the people you all had lost along the way. "Each of these books are a memory. Of someone. Of something. They help me remember them, they help me remember what we've gone through," you continued, as your eyes darted for a moment, picking up a small book in your hand, handing it to Daryl who read the title; 'A Christmas Carol.' "That one reminds me of Lori. Every Christmas, she'd tell me how much she missed homey Christmases. Her, Rick and Carl used to watch that film every Christmas Eve before," you grinned, remembering how you both would reminisce,

Daryl looked at you, nodding as you picked up another, handing it to him once again as he placed down the one in his hand. "Great Expectations by Charles Dickens," you stated with a smile, "Dale used to quote it all the time. Telling us all about how he used to study it in school 'back in the day,'" you grinned, as Daryl inspected the book, gazing at the year it was written before his eyebrows furrowed. "Shit, this is even older than Hershel," he blurted out incredulously as he noticed the year 1861 etched into the cover. You let out a laugh at his statement, as he felt his heartrate quicken as he listened to your sickeningly sweet laugh, heart warming though he couldn't explain why at the time, or why he wanted to listen to you laugh forever and be the source of that laughter,

You stopped your laughing, still smiling sweetly, somehow through your fit of laughter, having moved closer to Daryl, and he to you, as you found the final book, giving it to Daryl. "Princess and The Pea. I used to read it to Sophia every night before-" you breath hitched, as you looked down sadly now, Daryl doing the same as he recalled Sophia in his mind. You sighed softly, composing yourself. "Point is," you spoke gently, "these books help me remember them. The good and the bad." Daryl stayed silent for a few moments, staring at the assortment of novels again. You sat in comfortable silence, now centimetres from one another, but neither of you made any move to move away, which surprised you and Daryl equally, you more so. These moments where his hard exterior fell were becoming more and more frequent now and you couldn't be happier that he was finally opening up,

"They really mean that much to ya?" he asked just above a whisper, though there was no mockery or judgement in his tone as he built the courage to look at you for a moment as you gazed into his eyes with a warm smile, nodding feverishly. He hated how shy he got around you, he couldn't place a finger on why right then and there. Daryl nodded in understanding, his expression compassionate. "Give it here," he grunted out as he scratched the back of his head. You turned to watch him perplexed, cocking your head to the side at his command. "What do you mean?" you asked him pleasantly, confusion evident in your voice. He looked to you for a moment, but appeared to look back down bashfully immediately afterwards. "Well c'mon, I gotta see if this reading shit lives up to your opinion on it. Made it sound so eye-opening 'n all," he said a bit louder than the first time, smirking at you lightly,

Your mouth gaped slightly, but you shook your head, forcing it closed rapidly. You couldn't believe he actually listened to every word you had said in your rambling and raving. You grinned at him brightly, flitting through some of the books, landing on one. "Here," you declared victoriously. giving it to him, lightening pratically sparking in your hands as your fingertips accidentally grazed his as he his hand flinched, pulling back though you weren't surprised nor were you offended, this was the way he had been since you had met him with everyone, though you had to admit you hadn't seen him sit this close to someone,

"Pride and Prejudice?" he asked with a loud scoff as you playfully hit his shoulder. "Don't judge it before you read. That's actually my favorite," you confessed merrily, though he could probably tell based on the extremely broken-in spine and the dog-eared pages, looking slightly tattered. "Fine," he conceded with a sigh, letting his shoulders drop, agreeing to read it. "Yay," you cheered, not able to contain your excitement at convincing him to read something, especially your favorite. You had given it to him in fact because it was your favorite, knowing he wasn't a big fan of romance, but still wondering if he'd read it. Maybe deep down somewhere, subliminally, your dynamic reminded you so much so of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy's,

But that was subconsciously, and you hadn't dug deep enough to know this just yet as you watched him glance through the pages quickly, beaming with pride. "One condition though," he interrupted your internal cheering, gruffly. You gaze at him confused. "I'll read this because you like it. But you have to try something I like. I'm gonna teach you how to fire a crossbow," he states with a smirk, as you smiled at his offer, almost blushing at his forward nature now, his shyness clearly dissipating. "Okay, you got a deal," you agreed dramatically, reaching out to shake his hand as he took it, giving it a firm shake, both of you unable to deny the electricity practically running through your hands as they touched, still in each other's grasp as you stared at one another,

"I uh, I better go put this away before dinner. It's ready by the way" he muttered in a serious, almost timid manner, letting his hand fall from yours in a panic at the fact you had shook hands for slightly too long. You nodded with a grin, as he echoed your expression, before he walked out towards hiw own cell next door to yours, he had chosen that one when yous had moved into the prison, though you dismissed it as it probably being the only one left; little did you know; it wasn't. He had called dibs right after you had picked your cell, though to this day, he wondered why he had made that impulsive decision,

He hated to admit it but he really enjoyed the book you lended him, but if he was honest, he enjoyed it that much more knowing it was your favorite. Immediately after he had finished, you plagued him for his opinion, following him around, accompanying him on tasks around the prison trying to draw out what he thought of it. Again, maybe the fact that it was your favorite compelled you to see what he thought of it. In his usual Daryl Dixon manner, he’d given you virtually the same answer every time, of “it was alrigh’ I guess.” You were growing impatient and restless now,

One task in particular, you were fetching water at the pump in the yard. you held the two empty buckets as he pushed the pump, filling one of the three buckets. You decided if he wasn’t going to share his thoughts, you by sure were going to share yours. You swung side to side, the rusty buckets creaking as you moved. “So my favorite character has to be Elizabeth. She’s just so such a strong female protagonist, you know?” you explained, knowing he wasn’t going to answer that as he continued to push up and down on the pump, sweating a bit,

You continued your rambling, half hoping it would distract you from how good his biceps looked as he moved the heavy lever, flexing his forearms. You hid your blush, continuing to talk. “But now that I say that, I just love Jane. Her relationship with Mr. Bingley is so romantic, I just love-“ you cooed in awe before you were interrupted. “You kiddin’? Mr.Bingley is a blabbering fool. Way too trustin’.,” he answered, before stopping his movements, shaking his head as you cheered, finally getting him to speak about it,

You gasped as he soon realized what he has started. “You like it?” you ask cheerfully. “Yeah I liked it,” he finally let up with a sigh as you clapped your hands together as you passed him the other bucket to fill up. Before he could start pumping, you walked in front of him, fake swooning, throwing your back against his chest, his hand going instinctively on your waist. “Daryl like Pride and Prejudice? I think I may swoon,” you stood in a British accented as he scoffed at your actions,

“Yeah yeah,” he dismissed, ruffling your hair as he pushed you away slightly, making you laugh heartily. “Oh no, Mr. Dixon, I fear my love for you is too much,” you said dramatically, before looking at him, both of you now staring into each other’s eyes as Daryl held the full bucket of water. “Hey! Whatcha doin down there?” you heard Glenn yell from the watch tower. Daryl jumped, dropping the bucket of water to the floor by accident, water spilling everywhere,

You laughed as he looked away embarassed. “Now when you’re filling it again, you can tell me what you thought of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy’s relationship,” you chided, annoying him. He began to pump the water once again. “Oh boy,” he sighed, knowing what he had gotten himself into,

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You felt yourself smile as you looked at the book, tracing the delicate binding with gentle fingertips, relishing in the rough yet smooth feeling of leather under your touch. The golden encrusted title, 'Pride and Prejudice,' shone a little in the sunlight coming in from the window. You opened it with a grin, getting lost in the book, almost forgetting where you were. You must've read for hours as you noticed before long, that the sunlight shining through the window had dimmed, almost disappearing completely by now. You thought to yourself for a moment before you got up, strolling over to the wardrobe to choose a long silk dress to put on, wanting to look good for the next part of your plan you were preparing to complete,

You got ready, putting effort into your makeup as you tidied your hair, before pulling your dress on, smoothing out the soft fabric as you admired yourself in the mirror. You walked back to your place on the couch, sitting down to read a few more pages. After a few minutes, you were brought away from your familiar escape, as Negan trudged into the room, a trolley of food following him. He admired you up and down flirtatiously, in awe of your alluring appearance, whistling loudly. "I don't know if I'm more hungry for you or the food," he teased sensuously, as one of his people wheeled in the tray, setting the table and placing the silver dishes down. Once he had left, Negan tore his leather jacket off, throwing it on the bedspread, before sitting across from you,

You smiled at him, placing your book down beside you. "I see you liked the books," he commented cockily, full of arrogance. You bit your tongue and looked at him, leaning forward in the couch. "Very much so. Thank you," you replied sweetly, in a quiet tone. He winked at you, before digging into his food, you doing the same. He made casual conversation, though none of it seemed to casual to you as he rambled about the run he had just made to one of his outposts he had taken control of and being unsatisfied with their offering. He laughed as he told you how he had killed all of the men on the site, demanding for double the size of the supply next time he decided to show up,

You tried to joke along with him, though you felt lightheaded and ill at his words, how he could do such gruesome things, and sit here and eat a hearty meal, how he could joke about the horrific acts he has committed, and most of all you felt sick to your stomach, wondering if Alexandria would ever receive the same fate. You knew from the recent months and heading out on runs that every spot with 10 kilometres were nearly raided by now, wondering where and how they were ever going to find enough supplies to fulfill his needs and for him to be satisfied. When he had taken you, he had promised you he wouldn't hurt anyone else. And though you had believed him then, you weren't so sure now, you were terrified that your family would suffer. You were no fool, you knew this man only half as well as you wanted to,

You knew from his unpredictability, that you should never be calm in expecting his next move. Negan wasn't the kind of man whose next move could be predicted and you had learned that first-hand many times now. 'Would he break his word,' you worried to yourself, all the while he continued his ranting, not seeming to notice or mind much that your head was clearly elsewhere. You had been wary since you had gotten here, and that's the way you should continue. You knew you had to do something soon. You had to make a move, seeing as you had the advantage being so close to him constantly. You kicked back into action, pushing down the sick, uneasy feeling in your stomach, beginning to joke along with him again to keep him subdued,

"Well it's been a long day, I'm gonna get someone in here to clear this up," Negan announced dramatically, cleaning the sides of his mouth with a napkin, as he stood up broadly, moving to the door to open it, speaking to the Savior who guarded the door. From your spot on the couch, you watched the encounter as he spoke to the Savior, before looking back at the table. Now was your chance. Your heartbeat raced as you looked back over your shoulder once more, seeing Negan's back as he spoke to the armed man. Without another thought, you grabbed the steak knife from your plate, tucking it behind your back, before sitting back normally as you heard his footsteps come closer to you,

A nervous man hurried in, grabbing the plates as his hands shook, Negan glaring daggers into him intimidatingly, beginning to hit his bat against his free hand a few times in an attempt to scare him. "I told you to be ready to pick up this shit when we were finished. That didn't mean to go swinging your dick around as if you don't have a job to do," he yelled as the man struggled to move quicker, fearful of Negan's looming presence, the expensive-looking china fumbling in his shaky grasp. As he leaned over the table, grabbing the dishes, your face came into view as you looked at him sympathetically, attempting to ease and comfort his nerves a little. He tried to smile at you, grateful for your kind gesture, though he was so flustered that it didn't really come across. Once he had finished, he babbled an apology, before Negan nodded once, the man swiftly pushing the trolley out the door at a furious pace, closing the door behind him,

Your eyes were still on the door, worrying about the man, how he had ended up working for Negan, what Negan had done to him and the people he cared about to make him so fearful of him. Negan seemed to notice your distraction as he saw your distressed eyes, filled with melancholy. "Well," he shouted, clapping his hands together, making you jump, "I'm beat. Shall we?" You conceded, nodding your head in response, putting your mask back on, grinning at him. As he turned around, your hand quickly went to the knife behind your back, shoving it in between the skirts of your dress as you walked at a brisk, but unnoticeable, pace to the bathroom,

"Just going to get ready for bed," you told him, adding in a yawn for believability, closing the door behind you as he nodded at you. You pulled open one of the makeup drawers, chucking the knife in, covering it up with the numerous different lipstick shades he had accumulated for you. You took a deep breath, bracing yourself with your two hands on the sink counter as you felt tears well in your eyes, for no reason in particular. You wiped one loose one that fell off your cheek, feeling overwhelmed by this whole thing, trying to not worry about Daryl, your people, yourself. You just wanted to go home, to feel Daryl's warmth again. It had been days since you had seen him and this was on purpose; you knew that,

You fought the urge to be reckless, to take the knife, walk into the bedroom and stab him right now, watch him bleed out. You wouldn't be able to sneak a knife up to him now without him noticing at some point. You closed your eyes, taking another deep breath, trying to stay sane. You didn't want to admit it to yourself, but pretending to be in love with Negan, laughing at the jokes he insinuated about killing people, showing him, a murderer, physical affection; it was all taking it's toll on you. You weren't quite sure who you were anymore and it frightened you. Was this who you were now? Was this who you were all long? Would your friends ever accept you back after what you've been doing; associating with the enemy? Would they believe that it was a ploy to escape? What if it's not a ploy to escape, are you just trying to convince yourself that it is?

You steadied your breathing and your thoughts, focusing on the feeling of the cool marble countertop on your palms, focusing on the sound of the occasional drop of water falling from the tap. You opened your eyes, looking at your face in the mirror. You needed Daryl, you needed to see him. You took a deep breath for a third time. 'You are not like him. You are going to get out of here. You are going to find Daryl. And you are going to go home,' you promised yourself as you nodded, your fleeting moment over now as you got ready for bed as to not raise suspicion and what was taking you so long. You opened the door, walking over to climb in the bed. You repeated the same affirmation from the bathroom over and over again in your head as Negan pulled you close to him, your breath hitching slightly but he didn't realize thankfully. You drifted into a slumber, repeating the same thing over and over. 'You are going to go home, you are going to go home,'

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You woke up slowly, groaning a little at the light shining in at your eyes through the blinds. You heard Negan stirring next to you, as he let out a deep yawn, turning to lie on his side, as you felt a hand carress your shoulder, making your heartbeat quicken. You turned around to gaze at him with a smile. "Mornin'," he whispered groggily, as you uttered a 'morning' back, yawning. Negan got up, getting dressed quickly. "Got a lot on the agenda again today, so I won't be back til later unfortunately. I know you'll miss me. Parting is such sweet sorrow," he drawled in a sing-song voice as he held out his arm dramatically, making you laugh forcibly,

"I'm sure you've got enough books there to keep you entertained, princess," he assures, walking over to where you were sat up in the bed now, placing a loud kiss on your forehead making you cringe internally. In a final attempt to make more progress, you grabbed his hand as he turned away, yanking him back to crash your lips onto his, bringing your hand up to cradle his neck. Again, you repeated the same phrases to yourself, zoning out of what it is you were doing. His eyes blew up in surprise as you pulled away, a timid smile on your face. "Wowee. You're in one hell of a horny mood today aren't cha'," he boomed with a laugh as you blushed, though you really did blush at his crudeness this time,

"See you later, princess. You better be ready for dinner on time," he ordered, half jokingly, half seriously. You nodded enthusiastically as you gave him a wave. You listened as he closed the door, subconsciously crossing your fingers tightly, before not hearing a lock click. You had noticed yesterday that he hadn't locked the door either on his arrival, nor when the dinner was taken away by the skittish man. You smiled brightly, breathing a sigh of relief, before jumping from the bed, rushing to place your ear to the door quietly. You had picked up piece after piece of information since you had gotten here, directions, names of guards, where they kept certain things like artillery, ammo, food, prisoners. Another bit you had noticed as you watched Negan speak with the constant guard at the door of his room, was that he had changed posts at exactly 10pm, after Negan spoke with him, his replacement strolling up at the end of the conversation to take over,

You listened to the guard speak with Negan, making out what they were saying as your eyes darted to the clock, it reading 10am. You hadn't had a proper sleep since you arrived here, constantly either drifting in and out of consciousness or having nightmares, unbeknownst to Negan, who seemed to be a heavy sleeper. A few nights ago, you had heard murmuring outside your door. You cautiously took Negan's arm off your waist, placing it on the mattress as you winced, hoping not to wake him up which you didn't. You got up to check it out, tiptoeing across the room to the door, to hear 2 Saviors outside bickering about the shift changes with one another as they argued. It was then you realized that there was a shift pattern when you looked at the clock and it was 4am, on the dot. You just had to figure out what that pattern was. So you waited. And after last night, when the guard shift changed at 10pm and a bit more observation, you knew they swapped shifts every 6 hours,

Now, you listened to Negan talking with the guard, as your eyes darted to the clock, reading 9:43am. "What do you mean Dwight is gone on a run? Without my permission?" Negan's voice bellowed, interrogating the soldier who sputtered in return, having no answer for him. "He'll be lucky if I don't take his A-list prisoner from him and assign him to someone else. Who's watching Daryl right now?" Negan persisted, clearly frustrated by Dwight taking off out of nowhere. Your breathing hitched for a moment at the mention of Daryl's name, listening extra closely now. "T-the last time I checked, Dwight left him in the cell for the day. He's being guarded," the soldier reassured nervously in Negan's frightening wake,

You heard this and your heart jumped in your chest excitedly. "Make sure Dwighty boy comes straight to me, when he returns from his little escapade," Negan seethed, before speaking again, "matter of fact, I want you at the front gates waiting for him as his little personal welcome committee." His loud voice echoed through the door noisily, with its volume as he hollered. "B-but the next guard won't be here for 15 minutes," he reasoned with Negan, who scarily went quiet for a moment. "Did I ask you to tell me about the shift schedule? Get to the front gate now, your replacement will be here in a few minutes," Negan shouted intimidatingly. You pulled some clothes on quickly, rushing to the bathroom, taking the knife from it's hiding place, rushing hurriedly across the room to the couch where your book lay,

You had 15 minutes give or tale to make this work and get out of this godforsaken stuffy room. You flicked open the book cover, initiating the next part of the plan, one of the reasons you had asked for the books. You took the knife, aggressively cutting through the pages, skillfully creating a shape the resembled the knife. Your fingers fumbled to grab the cut out paper, crumpling it up into a ball, before sprinting to the wardrobe, stuffing it into the pockets of one of the pairs of jeans he had left for you. You closed the wardrobe door, throwing the knife in the now hidden compartment in the book, shutting the cover, knife know enclosed in the novel,

You smiled at your handiwork, rushing to the door, putting your ear to it like you had earlier. When you heard nothing for a few moments, you took a deep breath, placing your hand gingerly on the door handle. "Here goes nothing," you whispered to yourself assuredly, before opening the door, just a crack, seeing the next soldier on guard hadn't showed up just yet as you looked out into the dark, empty hallway. Your goal was not to be seen hiding or cowering, the chances of you making your way through the guarded facility without being seen was unlikely. Instead, you closed the door, rejoicing in the relief of being freer than you had been in days, probably a fortnight by now, since both you and Daryl had been taken,

You straightened your back, crushing any bit of nervousness or worry you felt, walking confidently through the complex towards the stairwell that led down to the prisoner's quarters. You descended the first of two sets, walking down another dank, dark hallway. You peered around the corner, seeing a Savior walk your way holding a rifle in his hands. You halted in your tracks, coming up with a plan on the spot. You waited until he reached the corner, before walking out from you were, straight into him purposefully, as he reeled from the knock, his gun clattering to the floor. You faked falling slightly as you were now crouched slightly. "Oh, I'm so sorry," you apologised profusely, as he brushed himself off,

"It's okay," he replied with a serious expression, mouth upturning slightly to smile. You practically batted your eyelashes at him as his stoic face faltered, becoming a bit nervous. In his bashful state, your eyes darted to the set of keys hanging from a hook on his hip. 'Gotcha,' you cheered in your head, acquiring your target. "How clumsy of me," you joked with a scoff at yourself, leaning down to pick up his gun for him but he beat you to it. "You shouldn't touch that. It's not safe," he asserted, almost with a bit of condescension in it. 'I can shoot a rifle, you idiot. And I'd have that gun off the floor and a bullet between your eyes before you could even blink,' you thought to yourself angrily, but not speaking a word of that to him. He reached to pick up the gun, as he did, the front of the cap he was wearing, obstructed his gaze from you,

You used his distraction to your advantage, swiping the keys easily with reflex in a cat-like manner. You masked your hand moving in the direction, with your hand not entangled with the keys moving to rub up and down his arm, catching him offguard as your other hand piled the keys into your pocket as you both stood from your crouched positions on the floor. You smiled up at him as he reciprocated it. 'Too easy,' you scoffed, before his happy look was replaced with confusion. "You shouldn't be out of your room, Negan said to a few of us that you were under constant supervision. I can escort you back there," he offered calmly, putting his hand out to touch your back to lead you in the direction you came,

You sidestepped his touch, giving a small eyeroll. "You really think I'd be out here without Negan's permission?" you asked innocently, putting slight fear in your tone on purpose. The Savior seemed to contemplate what you said as he stared at you with eyebrows furrowed. "I asked Negan if I could take a walk around the facility. He obliged. I needed some air and a brisk walk, that's all," you continued convincingly. After a few moments of silence, he nodded slightly. "Just make sure you get back to your room safely, at a decent hour," he ordered, but with a small grin. You nodded in agreement, beaming back, before continuing your walk. descending the final set of stairs,

You looked around the corner, looking at Daryl's cell, true enough to the babbling Savior from earlier, being guarded by 1 Savior. You prided yourself on your building blueprints you created in your head, happy that you actually ended up in the right place after your days of observing the directions. 'Okay, you got this,' you assured yourself, 'you're almost there. He's right behind that door.' You took a deep breath, before walking confidently towards the guard. "What are you still doing here?" you questioned with rapid panic in your voice, annoyed tone evident. "What do you mean?" the Savior asked, looking you up and down, wondering the same as your first encounter, as to why you were out of your room,

"Negan wanted you on guard in the communal hall. He sent me to get you on the way back to my room. He's not happy at your tardiness, between you and me," you whispered the last part of you awkwardly, as the soldier begin to shift uncomfortably, clearly worried. "But what about the prison-" he started worriedly, before you waved your hand, dismissing his argument. "Negan said that Dwight is back from his run, he's on his way here right now," you lied, but he seemed to believe everything you were saying, seeing as you knew Dwight was gone on a run. "Okay. I'll wait until Dwight gets here and then I'll go," he states assertively, regaining his strong posture. You got a bit more aggressive, knowing you didn't have much time,

You let out a loud scoff, shaking your head in disbelief, as he looked you confusedly. "I can't believe this. I'm sent to tell you that he's not impressed with your tardiness and failure to show to your correct post, and you want to make him wait even LONGER?" you slightly yelled the last bit, questioning him rhetorically, his fearful face enough to tell you that he knew the answer. His mouth opened and closed as he stood there dumbfounded now. You sighed loudly, throwing your hands up dramatically. "You know what," you spoke, "I'll just go and tell him. I'm sure he'd love to hear thi-" you started, turning around,

"Wait! I'll go immediately," he interrupted hastily, practically running to his 'correct post' in the communal hall. You took the keys out of your pocket, giving them a little toss, catching them in your hand with a jingle, as you smirked at your quick thinking. Your heart raced as you unlocked the door, spotting the small light switch that was turned off purposefully, adding to prisoners' situation being that they were in pitch black all the time. You swung the door open quickly, shutting it behind you quietly, breathing quickening as you saw Daryl's crumpled figure on the floor. He hided his face from the light, his hands shaking slightly as his eyes adjusted to the light, everything blurry for him,

You noticed his struggle, throwing yourself down on the floor beside him. "Daryl," you hurried in an excited tone, watching as his head lifted rapidly, or as fast as he could with his injuries, seeing your face as his eyes practically lit up. Your eyes welled with tears from both the sight of his cuts and bruises, and the wave of relief, happiness, joy or seeing him after so many days of worrying. This was the first time you had been alone since the line-up. Daryl's hand came up weakly to cradle the side of your face, rubbing his thumb against your cheek, wiping your tears away in a reassuring manner. His comforting gesture, despite him being in a world of pain, made your cries intensify as you scrambled to throw your arms around his neck, his other arm know keeping you against his battered body, holding your waist,

You nuzzled your face into his neck, not even caring about crying so much in front of him. It wasn't until you leaned closer to him, that you heard a muffled cry come from him. You jumped. At first, thinking you had hurt him. You pulled away slightly to see his tears, knowing immediately that these were not cries of physical pain. "Oh Daryl," you sighed slightly, your heart shattering into a million pieces, seeing him this broken. You pulled him back into you as he tightened his grip on you, resting his forehead on your shoulder, his one hand still cradling your face, occasionally rubbing up and down. "Is it..." he started shakily, and without even speaking a word; you knew. You brought one of your hands up to his head, pulling him in closer as your other hand rubbed soothing circles on the back of his neck,

"It's me, Daryl. It's real, I'm right here," you whispered comfortingly. He let out a strangled sob now, one he was suppressing for fear that this was all a figment of his imagination. After a few moments, both of your tears had calmed and stopped. "How did you-" he went to ask, slight smile on the corner of his lips now. "Don't worry about that. We don't have much time. I just had to see you. What they did to you," you explained, your voice cracking slightly on the last part, eyes drawn to his wounds again, tears threatening to recommence before he took your hand gently, making you breathe better. He gave you a look that said he was okay, even though you knew he wasn't; none of this was okay. You saw something shine in your periphary as you looked over, seeing a tattered polaroid photo, lamination shining in the light of the shitty lightbulb hanging from the ceiling,

Your eyebrows downturned in confusion as you reached to grab it to look at it. As soon as Daryl found where your gaze was now looking, he grabbed the side of your face, turning it towards you so quickly you thought you would have whiplash. Your eyes darted, looking at his features, trying to understand him. "No," he said scared, voice slightly raised, in the moment, though his voice was even deeper than normal due to his lack of hydration. "I-I don't understand," you whispered scared, wanting to know what had him so scared. It was then you noticed the tremble in both his cold hand holding your cheek and his facial features that looked ready to cry again,

You brought you hand up to grab his wrist, trying to steady his hand as your eyes begged for him to tell you what was wrong. "Dwight, he-he gave it to me. It's a picture of Glenn," he explained, voice faltering at the last sentence. By his upset, you knew what the picture entailed. Your heart broke, as you felt sick again. You couldn't believe he had to look at it, wondering in disbelief how to even comprehend how someone could do something like Dwight had done. You breathed in and out quickly for a minute, before calming yourself, forcing your tears back down. "I'm gonna get us out of here. Soon. Sooner than you might think. I promise," you assured, as he listened to you speak, nodding at your statement, still feeling useless for the fact that you had to save the two of yous, not him,

His whole life, his whole worth, was built upon him being a fierce protector, of himself, of his feelings, of his family most importantly. And here you were, risking your life, just to come see him. He gazed at you in awe. "How?" he asked. "Doesn't matter how," you replied slightly defensive, before giving him a smile. "I have to go, but sit tight," you hurried to get up a bit, still crouched down. He smiled back at you, in a way that made your stomach flutter. You hesitated for a moment, before you leaned down holding either side of his head, giving him a soft loving kiss on his forehead as you could've sworn you saw him blush. You gave him one last grin as you turned the light off, shutting and locking the door quickly, before storming up the stairs,

You chucked the keys on the stairs, staging a 'dropped their keys' moment as you made your way back to your room, hating to go back there, especially upon seeing Daryl. You looked around the corner at the guard standing in front of your door. You panicked, not having thought this part of your plan through. You thought quickly, glancing around for something to answer your silent prayers. Your eyes landed on the beaded bracelet on your hand. You pulled it off, breaking the string to take a few beads off, shoving the remainder of the bracelet into your pocket. You took one of the balls throwing it across the floor, letting it ping slightly off the floor, as the guard's eyebrows furrowed, looking around for the source of the noise, the bead too small to see,

You waited before you sent a second one down the hallway, as the Savior huffed, annoyed, glancing around once again. For a third time, you threw another bead, watching as the Savior walked away from the door, stepping carefully further down the hallway, as you tiptoed quickly towards the door, looking around the next corner in the hallway to see the back of the guard, stepping quietly to open the door, and slip inside, closing it as softly as possible. You waited a moment, hearing silence, before your back hit the door, breathing out the breath you had been holding in the entire time. Your forehead sweated slightly at the adrenaline rush,

Finally, you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to smile. You had done it. You had seen Daryl. You thought about his face, reminiscing on the hug, wishing you were in his embrace again. You were nearly there. 'You are going home soon,' you promised yourself once again as you moved to the couch to sit down, smirking, ready to complete the next phase of your escape

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Kindred Spirits - Chapter 1

Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5.

Summary: On the cusp of a promotion to Senior Auror, MC is sent by the DMLE to train with the most efficient law enforcement team in Europe. She’s quite excited for the new challenge, and it doesn’t hurt that she’ll get to explore Finland while she’s at it. However, her enthusiasm vanishes when she discovers that the auror hosting her is none other than her ex, Sebastian Sallow. To top it off, he seems hellbent on making her time there as miserable as possible. Modern wizarding world AU.

Auror Sebastian Sallow x Auror F!MC

A/N: Update! This fic is complete!

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, aged-up characters, both characters have sex with other people during the story, anger/revenge, toxic relationship, I do not speak Finnish or really know anything about Finland, modern AU

Word count: 6356

Chapter 1: Potential Promotions

The familiar click of heels down the corridor alerted MC to the impending presence of her least favourite Senior Auror. It wasn’t that MC had anything against her per se, but the woman had it out for her from day one. Before then, really – ever since MC made her look like an incompetent arse back while she was still “the new fifth-year” at Hogwarts. In the girl’s defence, the woman was an incompetent arse.

MC squeezed her eyes shut as the clicks stopped just behind her cubicle. Her prayers that her superior would just pass on by clearly went unanswered.

“Boss wants to see you in her office, Rookie,” the Senior Auror said brusquely.

MC clenched her jaw. She’d been an auror for three years. She was hardly a “rookie” anymore. The term was just to undermine her. She made a dramatic gagging face for the benefit of Natty, whose desk faced hers. Her fellow former-Gryffindor bit back a snigger.

“What’d you complain about this time?” MC asked as she turned around to face the woman. “Too many commas in my reports? Or maybe not enough of them?”

Ruth Singer rolled her eyes. “Just hurry up,” she said tetchily.

MC hopped to her feet and followed her disgruntled superior to the Head Auror’s office. Singer knocked twice before opening the door.

As far as gaffers go, Athena Abbott was a sublime one. She ran a tight ship without making anyone feel micromanaged. She was fair, helpful, and extremely competent. Despite all those things, MC’s blood always ran cold the instant she levelled her steel grey eyes at her. “Gaphorn. Come in,” she said authoritatively.

The title has basically become MC’s new surname in her department. The instant one of the other aurors in her unit learned she had tamed and ridden a graphorn as a child, she was never called anything else again. Except by Singer.

MC slid past Singer and took the seat in front of Abbott’s desk. “What can I do for you, Ma’am?” she asked, trying to stave off the dread until she knew why she’d been called to the Big Boss’s office.

The click of the latch as Singer shut the door on her way out made MC’s pulse spike. She was a good auror. Abbott was a reasonable woman. MC really needn’t have been so nervous. But her adrenal glands evidently disagreed.

Abbott sat back in her chair. “You applied for the open Senior Auror position,” she said. It was a statement, but it still seemed to demand a response.

MC swallowed, trying to summon moisture back into her mouth so she could speak. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“That would be quite a rapid progression,” Abbott said. “Though, your record has been equally unprecedented. You and Onai are a rather efficient team.”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” MC said, forcing herself to maintain eye contact.

The Head Auror arched an imposing brow. “It was merely a fact, not a compliment, Graphorn. There’s no reason to thank me,” she said.

MC had never wanted to be a demiguise more than in that moment.

Abbott folded her hands, resting them atop her desk as she sat forward. “Despite your accomplishments as an auror,” she continued, “I worry whether you’ve had adequate preparation for a senior role. Given your short tenure with the department and…current middle management…I’m afraid I find it unlikely that you’ve acquired the skills necessary to thrive in such a position.”

MC pressed her lips into a flat line, stifling any comments about said “middle management.” “I see,” she said, having to force the words out through her teeth.

A smirk twitched at the corner of Abbott’s lips. “I understand Auror Singer has not been an ideal mentor for you. I would take it upon myself to groom you for the position, but I’m afraid I don’t have the time to spare,” she said.

MC blinked at her, feeling simultaneously flattered and frustrated.

“However,” she continued before MC could reply, “I do think you’re an excellent candidate for the position if you were given the proper skillset. With Auror Singer and myself unable to train you, I would like to propose an alternative.”

“An alternative, Ma’am?” MC said, confused.

Abbott nodded before leaning back in her chair again. “The Finnish department of magical law enforcement has an unmatched force in their Aurori. I trained under the head of the department, Sakari Teräväinen. They have a class their aurors take before such premotions. I’d like you to take it.”

MC gaped at her before quickly finding her voice. “Yes! O-of course, I will!” she said exuberantly. Then, in an instant, her face fell. “But, Ma’am, I don’t speak Finnish.”

Abbott supressed a chuckle. “Yes, I’m aware,” she said. “Most of them speak English, but you’ll be paired with an expat who can assist you where need be.”

“Brilliant!” MC said, feeling so excited that she was sure she risked bursting apart. She quickly recollected herself. “I mean, erm, I’m excited for the opportunity. Ma’am.”

Abbott grinned at her enthusiasm. “It’s not a guarantee of the promotion, mind,” she said seriously as she began collecting papers on her desk. “But we’ll see how the training goes, yes?”

MC gave a sharp nod of her head. “Yes, Ma’am. Understood,” she replied quickly.

Abbott stood. “Good. Now, I have a meeting with the rest of the DMLE division heads. I’ll send Harper by with a brief on the programme.”

MC returned to her desk. Natty eagerly pried for details on the meeting. She was ecstatic at the news. “We must go out tonight to celebrate!” she announced.

“Ooh, what’re we celebrating?” a voice behind you inquired.

MC looked over her shoulder and gave a forced smile.

A burly blond beamed back at her. His long locks were pulled back neatly, showing off the fresh undercut beneath. He had ditched his cloak, leaving him in his shirt and braces. Theodore Harris was a fellow auror in MC’s department – the one that had instigated her christening as “Graphorn,” no less. He was a few years older than her, so their paths never crossed at Hogwarts.

“Hey, Ted,” MC said in a tone she hoped sounded friendly. She didn’t dislike the man, but she wasn’t overly fond of him, either – even if he was nice to look at. “Just a training Abbott wants me to go to.”

“Yes, that does sound exciting,” he said sarcastically. “What’s she sending you to extra training for? You already outshine everyone in the unit, including Singer.”

“It’s so I could potentially take a more senior position,” MC admitted.

His eyebrows raised. “Look at you, Graphorn! I always knew you were a hotshot,” he said congenially. “You’ll be running this place before you hit your ten-year.”

MC blushed. “Hardly,” she muttered.

He leaned his elbow atop her cubicle wall. “Well, I feel I’d be remiss if I didn’t ask you out for drinks this Friday. You know, before you’re my boss and it’s against policy.” He winked at her.

“Oh,” MC said in breathy surprise. “Well, of course, I’m not sure how much time I have before I leave for the training. Might be a bit of a mad dash. I’ll let you know, shall I?”

Ted’s smile tightened but persisted. “Course,” he replied. He scratched at his beard – a nervous habit of his. “Anyway, I just came by to drop off the Higgins case report before I left.”

“Right. Thank you,” MC said awkwardly.

He bowed his head slightly before excusing himself.

Natty stared at her partner with an arched brow and pressed lips.

“What?” MC asked defensively.

“That is my question,” Natty replied. “What was that?”

“What was what?” MC said, despite knowing exactly what her partner was asking.

Natty rolled her eyes. “A kind, smart, sexy man just asked you out for drinks,” she said.

“Your point?” MC asked. She knew her friend’s point.

“You pied him off!” Harper interjected as she approached. She took the spot Ted had occupied, leaning on MC’s cubicle. “He’s been grafting on you for weeks. It’s been painful to watch, really.”

“I’m just busy at the moment. That makes me a bad person?” MC said defensively.

Harper smirked at her. “Course not, love,” she said, patting the auror’s shoulder. “But you’re barmy for not making time. I mean, do you have eyes?”

MC demonstrated their existence as she rolled them at the administrative assistant. “Do you have information on the Finnish programme, Harper, or did you just come to torment me?”

Harper slapped a file down on the desk. “You leave Monday, which gives you plenty of time to pack up after shagging Thor Friday night.”

MC scoffed at the pseudonym. It wasn’t as ubiquitous as her own, but it was quite frequently used amongst the women around the office. She had to admit that it wasn’t inaccurate. If the Norse god had been from Scotland, instead, he’d be Ted Harris.

“I’ll take that into consideration,” MC replied drily.

“Just know I expect a full report,” Harper replied with a sly expression before all but skipping back toward her desk. She was the epitome of a nosy assistant.

“So?” Natty said expectantly.

“So what?” MC replied, continuing to play thick in the hopes that it would cause her friend to give up on prying into her love life.

Unfortunately, Natty looked nowhere near read to throw in the towel. “Are you going to accept?”

MC chewed her bottom lip, glancing down the corridor Ted had left through. “I don’t know,” she admitted.

MC skimmed the file Harper gave her before packing up for the day. Natty waited for her so they could head straight to the Leaky Cauldron. She’d owled their friends to meet them, as well. MC was impressed to see that everyone showed up on such short notice – old Hogwarts friends, close coworkers, and even their neighbours. The whole gang was there. Well, almost.

Ominis slid into the booth next to MC, and she kissed his cheek as they hugged.

“How’re my nieces and nephews?” she asked.

He chuckled. “Should be hatching any day now,” he replied. “Don’t get too attached. The goal is to release them once they’re grown.”

“Ugh, but they’re so cute as babies. Can’t you keep just a few?” she teased.

He just shook his head at her. He thumbed the golden band on his left hand absently, and it sent a pang through MC’s chest. “You sound like Anne,” he said, teasing her right back.

“Well, I’ll take that as a compliment,” she replied proudly.

He smiled softly. “The highest I can offer,” he said.

MC gave his arm a comforting squeeze. Even years later, it was still hard for her to be around Ominis without feeling the sting of loss. He and Anne married the week after he graduated from Hogwarts. They had courted for nearly two years by then. They were a beautiful couple, truly, but it was a bittersweet day for MC. She had just broken up with Sebastian the month before. It was hard to stand across from him as her best friends declared their eternal love for each other.

She put on a brave face, but she still felt guilty for letting her emotions taint the memory of the day. It was the last time the four of them were together – the last time they ever would be. It was only six months after that when Anne passed in her sleep. She had been declining for a long time, but it still devastated MC. She could only imagine how much worse it had been for Ominis. She took leave from the auror training to stay with him for a few weeks. He barely ate or even talked. He was practically bedridden the first few days. Even now, years later, seeing him laugh or smile always felt like a sort of triumph.

Sebastian returned from Merlin-knows-where for Anne’s funeral. It was the first time MC had seen him since the wedding and the last she’d seen him since. He’d left town again by the next morning without any indication as to where he’d gone.

Reuniting with her Hogwarts friends always felt strange with the absence of the twins who’d shaped MC’s time at the school. It got a little easier each time, though. She could joke and laugh again. She could reminisce, even on stories that involved the twins, without feeling the need to cry. She barely even felt the pit in her chest anymore.

The celebration of MC’s training doubled as a bit of a going-away party. Garreth and Leander talked everyone into doing shots. Amit gave a touching speech about how much MC’s friendship had meant to him. Even Imelda got a bit watery-eyed, causing Everett to take her hand to comfort her. After interrogating Ominis for every detail on his newest brood of endangered serpents, Poppy regaled the group with tales of their adventures in school. She and Natty got a bit competitive over it at times, especially when alcohol was involved. It was even worse when Sebastian was…Well, it was even worse back when they were all in school.

Duncan tried to join in, talking about how the “two of them” had gotten that tentacula leaf. Ominis almost snorted out his ale. Duncan blushed furiously and quickly changed the subject.

MC’s coworkers ribbed her about being born for her job. Her neighbours looked shocked to share a building with two such fearsome women. It was a far different side than they usually saw during their weekly game night. Well, maybe not that far off for Natty, given her competitiveness.

The crew filtered out after a few hours since it was a work night. MC got a dozen hugs as she thanked everyone for coming out. She walked out last, arm-in-arm with Ominis. “I wish Anne were still here,” she said, stating the obvious.

“I wish they both were,” Ominis replied, doing the same.

MC bit her tongue. Sebastian wasn’t dead – as far as she knew, anyway. He had left by choice.

Ominis sighed. “Sorry. I know you don’t like to talk about him,” he said.

“You’re allowed to miss him, Ominis. He was your best friend,” she replied earnestly.

“You’re allowed to miss him, too, you know,” he said, squeezing her arm with his free hand.

MC scoffed. “I made that mistake once,” she said bitterly.

Ominis frowned, but he nodded in understanding.

“Anyway, you had better owl me straight away when those babies hatch,” she said, changing the subject. “And tell them to hurry up, because Auntie MC wants to meet them before she leaves for Finland.”

He laughed. “I will,” he vowed.

He gave MC a tight hug before taking the floo back to Feldcroft. She apparated back to her flat.

MC ended up telling Ted she was, regrettably, too busy for drinks. They both knew it was just an excuse, but he took it on the chin. It probably didn’t hurt that there were plenty of women in the building who would be more than happy to ease his sorrow.

Over the next several days, Natty helped MC pack up. She also talked her out of cancelling the whole thing no less than eight times.

“What if no one speaks English, after all?” MC had asked during dinner on Wednesday.

“They do. And Abbott already said they’d have a Brit there to help you,” Natty had said.

Later, as MC wrote out the list of things she’d need to bring, she slammed her quill down on the table. “This is stupid! I can’t leave you here by yourself,” she had said.

“I am a big girl, MC. I’ll be fine,” Natty had assured her.

After getting half-way packed on Friday, MC began putting things back in her drawers by hand. “I don’t even want this promotion! What if we’re never partners again?”

Natty replaced each item into her flatmate’s trunk with a wandless charm. “This is a great opportunity for you. You will not waste it,” she had said in the stern tone that always made MC feel like a scolded child. It was the same tone MC had often heard Natty’s mum use with her back in school. “Besides, getting the training doesn’t mean accepting the position – if Abbott even offers it to you.”

Every time MC freaked out, Natty talked her down from the ledge. Sunday morning, MC got a welcome distraction – a palm-sized owl pecking the kitchen window. She opened it, and the tiny bird flew inside, dropping a letter on the table. MC gave it a treat before it flew off. She opened the letter. It was unaddressed and unsigned. It merely announced:

The babies are here!

MC snatched up her cloak before calling to Natty that she was headed out. Natty loathed snakes and would not be coming along.

MC flooed to Feldcroft and sprinted for Ominis’s cottage. She burst in through his door without knocking.

“Where. Are. My. Babies?” she demanded.

“Took you long enough to get here,” Ominis joked. “But what do you mean your babies?”

MC gasped as she saw the wriggly little worms in a large plastic tub on the coffee table. “Oh, hello, my darlings!” she gushed as she dropped to her knees by the container. She dipped a hand in, and one of the three-headed babies began curling around her fingers.

“Yes, it’s good to see you as well, MC. I’m doing well, thank you. So kind of you to ask,” Ominis deadpanned.

“Oh, shut up! You can’t see anyone!” MC replied.

She yelped as he pinched the back of her arm. “Rude,” he hissed. “One of these days I’m going to tell them to bite you.”

MC glared up at him. “And then I’ll stop ever coming around, because they’re the only reason I come to visit you,” she shot back.

He gave a dramatic sigh. “So it would seem.”

“Yes,” she said, doubling down. “And you’ll grow old and lonely and bitter.”

“I already am all of those things,” Ominis retorted with a smirk.

“You’re 20 years old,” MC argued. She carefully put the baby back in the tub before getting to her feet.

“Practically geriatric, I know,” he replied light-heartedly.

MC laughed before pulling him into a hug. “It’s good to see you, Ominis. How are you doing?”

He barked out a laugh before squeezing her tighter. “You’re a prat, you know that?”

“So someone keeps reminding me,” she replied before growing serious as she pulled back from the hug, keeping a grip on his shoulders. “Are you really lonely and bitter? I could come up more often.”

He patted her cheek. “I’m fine,” he assured her. “Between the snakes and Martin, I’ve got quite a bit of company. And I’m no more bitter than I’ve always been.”

“Where is Martin?” MC inquired, just having noticed his absence. She looked around the room as if he might be tucked in a corner somewhere.

“It’s the weekend. He’s got the day off,” Ominis replied as he fetched a bucket of live grubs. “Not everyone is so obsessed with my snakes.”

MC tried semi-successfully to bite back a giggle at the rude-sounding statement.

Ominis sighed as he finished pouring some grubs in with the snakes. “Yes, I heard it,” he said, waving her off.

“Multiple. That’s impressive,” she said as a few giggles escaped her.

Ominis rolled his eyes at her. “Well, while we’re on the subject, are you seeing anyone nice?”

MC groaned as she flopped down on the couch to watch the runespoor snakelets consume the bugs. “No, mum,” she whinged. “I’m enjoying being young and single.”

“Natty told me one of your coworkers has shown quite a bit of interest,” he said casually.

“I can’t believe that cunt grassed me up,” MC muttered to herself. She crossed her arms in a huff.

“She just wants to see you happy,” Ominis said, attempting to placate her.

“I am happy!” she argued.

“Okay,” he said, holding his hands up in surrender. “I just don’t want you to think that just because one pillock broke your heart that they all will.”

“I’m just not interested in Ted,” she said.

“Natty seems to think you won’t let yourself be interested,” he replied. “He sounds like quite the catch.”

“I guess,” MC said noncommittally. “If you’re into the whole…fit and muscly thing.”

Ominis chuckled as he sat down next to her. “Yes, I’ve heard that’s a big turn-off for most women.”

MC smiled despite herself. “I’ll date seriously when I’m ready. I’m focusing on work right now,” she said. “I get plenty of…snake. I just don’t think casual sex with a coworker would be a good idea.”

“No, probably not,” Ominis agreed sagely. “That’s why Martin and I just keep it to hand stuff.”

MC snorted. “Martin is in his seventies,” she said.

“Yes,” Ominis said with mock seriousness. “The experience really makes up for the arthritis, though.”

MC smacked him in the chest with a throw pillow. “You’re horrible,” she said.

“If Martin were here, he’d have gone right along with it,” Ominis argued.

“You need human resources,” MC chided.

“You need a boyfriend,” he shot back, swinging the pillow back at her. She caught it before he whacked her in the face.

“You suppose Martin’d be interested?” she asked.

Ominis clicked his tongue. “Well, he’s accustomed to multiple snakes now. Dunno if he’d go for someone with none,” he replied.

“Damn,” MC said, snapping her fingers.

On cue, the little owl from earlier flew over to perch on the back of the couch. It gave a little hoot and shook out its feathers.

“Oi, who is this bird, anyway?” MC asked, giving its breast a gentle stroke with her finger. “What happened to the big grumpy fella?”

“Oh,” Ominis said, grimacing. “Ares had to be rehomed. He, uh, tried to eat some of the last brood.”

MC gasped. “Ominis!” she said, aghast. “You need HR and PETA.”

“I stopped him!” he said defensively. “No one died. But, obviously, I couldn’t keep him around. Little Pixie here’s an elf owl. She’s full grown. So, she’s much less of a risk to the babies.”

“Just make sure they don’t eat her once they grow up,” MC replied.

She stayed for lunch – and snakelet cuddles – with Ominis. She made him promise to send pictures every week before heading back to her flat. She finished packing before making dinner with Natty. MC resisted the urge to have one last meltdown about the training. She also didn’t sleep at all that night. She did, however, almost squeeze the life out of Natty hugging her goodbye the next morning before she left for work. MC then took her trunk and left for the international transit hub where Abbott was meeting her for her portkey to Finland.

MC arrived twenty minutes early. Abbott got there fifteen after that. She called the auror’s name as she spotted her. “Ready?” the towering woman asked after MC had rushed over to her.

“As I’ll ever be, Ma’am,” MC replied, mustering as much enthusiasm as she could. She was genuinely excited. She was just also nervous.

“I know you’ll do me proud, kid,” the Head Auror said, clasping MC’s shoulder briefly. It was better praise than her father – who was a lovely man, bless him – could have ever given her. This high sorceress among witches believed in her.

Do not cry in front of your boss! Do not cry in front of your boss! she repeated urgently to herself. “Yes, Ma’am,” MC replied in a voice that she was proud to report was not choked up – which was exceptionally fortunate. She might’ve died from embarrassment, otherwise.

Abbott pointed her to the portkey that was to take her to the Aurori headquarters. MC grasped the stubby pencil firmly as she waited for it to depart.

“It’s been an honour, Ma’am,” she said. Like she was dying. Or Abbott was. Gods, what the fuck was that? Stupid, that’s what. Ugh, where’s a murderous dragon when you need one?

Abbott just gave her subordinate a tight smile. “Right,” she replied. “Well, Teräväinen will meet you when you arrive. He’ll introduce you to your cohort, including the aurori they’ve picked to be your guide. Sparrow or…something. Supposedly, he’s one of their best, so you’ll have a kindred spirit in your fellow countryman over there. Oh, and one last thing, make sure you–”

Abbott’s voice cut out as MC’s vision blurred while she felt a tug behind her navel jerk her forward. She half-expected to feel herself slam into the woman, having forgotten about the portkey entirely for a moment.

MC stumbled backwards as the force pulling her suddenly stopped. She whipped around in a circle. “Make sure I what?” she blurted out in a panic.

As she took in her surroundings, she realised she was in a courtyard of some kind. She suspected there was grass between the paved walkways, but it was buried under a thick layer of white snow. Rather Spartan grey buildings extended up four or five floors on every side of her. The British Head Auror was nowhere to be found. Instead, MC found a man with cropped white hair and a bushy white moustache observing her with an amused expression.

“She got that trick from me,” he said, smirking like the two of them were in on a private joke.

“Mr. Teräväinen?” MC asked dimly.

“The one and only,” he replied with a toothy grin as he shook her hand with a crushing grip. “Well, there are other Mr. Teräväinens, I suppose. You must be MC. Abbott’s prodigy.”

MC blinked at him. Had her boss called her a prodigy? “Um, yes–I-I mean, I’m MC, Sir,” she said awkwardly.

“Well, then, let’s introduce you to the group,” he said. “I’ll send that to your accommodations.”

He flicked his wand and her trunk vanished.

Teräväinen clasped his hands behind his back and led her into one of the buildings. He chattered on about how excited they were to have her and what a joy Abbott had been to train. MC couldn’t really take in any of it as her mind was still reeling from her abrupt arrival.

He brought her to a conference room. She expected to see the other trainees. Instead, she found just one man. He had short red hair and the most immaculately trimmed moustache MC had ever seen. His sharp features looked severe at rest, but as he smiled as them, his expression seemed exceptionally warm.

“This is Rikosaurori Laine. The lead instructor for the programme,” Teräväinen said.

“Jari is fine,” he said as he held a hand out to her. She shook it. “It’s MC, right?”

“Yes,” she said, snapping out of her daze. MC had been trying to figure out how “Jari” was a nickname for “Rikosaurori” before she realised the latter was a rank, not a given name. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m excited to join your programme, Sir.”

“Jari,” he corrected with a kind smile.

“Jari,” she repeated.

“I’ll take her from here, Saku,” Jari said.

Teräväinen nodded. “Don’t hesitate to reach out,” he told MC.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you,” she said.

The older man exited the conference room. Jari walked MC through the basics of what the training entailed. There were two main pieces to the curriculum. Tangible skills, like duelling and physical combat, and intangible skills, like strategy and leadership. The mornings would focus on the former and the afternoons the latter.

“I’ve heard you have some unique magical abilities,” Jari said.

“Yes, Sir,” MC replied.

He raised an eyebrow.

She grimaced. “Jari,” she said, correcting yourself.

He chuckled. “Well, I look forward to seeing what you can do,” he said. “And maybe, by the end of this, we’ll even break you out of your stuffy British ways a bit, eh?”

MC smiled back. “Maybe,” she agreed.

“Let’s have you meet the rest of the crew then, eh?” Jari said excitedly as he clapped her on the shoulder.

“I can’t wait!” she replied eagerly.

He led her out through a different door than the one she’d taken when she entered the conference room. It opened to a large training room. There was a large mat in the middle of the room that she assumed was for duelling. There were practice dummies along the back wall and all sorts of workout equipment along the others.

“There are eight of you in total,” Jari explained as he led her to the group of aurori in the corner of the room.

The trainees were chatting animatedly as they approached, but the instructor quickly gained their attention.

“Everyone, this is MC,” Jari said. “MC, this is Patrik, Henri, Sofia, Kaarina, Mikko, and Nikolas. They’re a good group, but if they give you any trouble, let me know.”

He wore a warm smile as he introduced her. The rest of the aurori had similar, friendly expressions. MC doubted she would have much trouble with them.

They each took turns shaking her hand. Patrik was a tall wizard – well over 6 feet – who wore his dark brown hair buzzed short. He had a large forehead, a wide jaw coated in coarse stubble, and a thickly muscled frame. Overall, he gave the impression upon first glance that he could handle almost any threat. Henri was a handsome man – a bit older and only slightly shorter than Patrik. His long, straight locks were slicked back, leaving his high cheekbones and square jaw unobstructed. He was significantly less imposing, as his kind brown eyes eliminated any intimidation MC might have felt at his stature or athletic build.

Sofia looked to be not a day older than thirty. She had dark skin and curls that framed her face on the way down to her shoulders. The apples of her cheeks were perfectly rounded and her eyebrows were immaculately sculpted. MC might’ve been tempted to hate her out of envy if the permanent smile she wore hadn’t been so endearing. Kaarina was a similar height but had a willowy frame. MC suspected her pin-straight hair, which was pulled back in a neat ponytail, was never out of place. She had angular features and a slender nose on the most symmetrical face MC had ever seen.

Mikko looked to be in his mid-twenties and was the lone blond in the group. He had fair skin to match his cropped platinum curls. His smile revealed large dimples in his cheeks. He seemed to be the epitome of a gentle giant as he stood both taller and broader than Patrik. Nikolas, who informed MC he went by Niko, was the shortest and youngest of the wizards. He couldn’t have been more than a year or two older than MC. His hair was a fair bit shorter than Henri’s, and he wore it coiffed to the side instead of slicked back. He had a slender face with soft, boyish features to go along with his lean build.

MC noted that none of them had any sort of British accent, which is what caused her to realise there were only six of them.

“Where’s Sepe?” Niko asked Jari once the introductions were over. “Isn’t he’s supposed to be hosting her?”

“He’ll be meeting us at lunch,” Jari replied. “I sent a technician to his flat this morning to expand it. No workouts this morning. Just take some time to get to know each other.”

Jari assigned Niko to give MC a tour of the facility before he left for his office. Niko explained the layout of the room and any unfamiliar equipment. MC noted that his accent was almost American. He explained that he watched a lot of TV programmes from the States.

“Oh, are you Muggle-born?” MC inquired.

“Yes,” Niko said. “My parents really didn’t know what to do when I first got my magic. We almost moved cities because they thought our house was haunted.”

“I’m sure that would be quite confusing,” she replied.

“Yeah, but they’re quite glad about it now. Especially my mom. She loves when I visit and can help with the housework with just a few flicks of a wand,” he said.

MC laughed. “I’m sure she does.”

MC spent most of the rest of the morning getting to know Sofia and Kaarina. They told her about the towns they were from and what it was like being aurori. There were only a few instances where the language barrier stilted the conversation. Overall, MC was quite relieved at how easily she was getting on with everyone.

Come lunch time, they all travelled as a group over to the cafeteria while Henri told a story about Patrik binding himself up in his own incarcerous spell during his first call. Patrik retaliated with a story about Henri bursting into the wrong address on an illegal basilisk breeding case. Almost ruined some poor woman’s 90th birthday party.

“Aren’t you lot supposed to be the best of the best?” MC teased as she set her tray of food on the table.

Before she could take a seat, a voice came from behind her. “Some of us are, at least,” said a familiar posh accent.

MC felt frozen. She had to be imagining things. She turned slowly to see Sebastian Sallow standing before her. He had matured a bit – his stature had increased, and his features were a bit sharper. But it was definitely him.

In an instant, a flood of memories and emotions hit her. All the fights trying to get him to give up dark magic. All the pain at him choosing power over her. At him leaving all of them. The nights she had spent sobbing, wondering if he was even alive or if his dark pursuits had gotten him killed. Now, suddenly, he stood before her with a smirk on his face like no time had passed.

“Hello, MC,” he said cockily.

Was it all a bloody joke to him? Ripping her heart out. Abandoning his loved ones. It was all just a bit of a laugh?

Rage swelled inside MC, and before she even knew what she was doing, her palm fell swiftly on his cheek. The slap rang out into the air, and the conversation at the table died instantly.

“You bastard!” MC shouted. The rest of the trainees gaped at them, as did most of the people in the cafeteria.

Sebastian pressed the tips of his fingers to his reddened cheek delicately. “I suppose I should’ve expected that,” he said light-heartedly.

“This cannot be happening!” she said.

She sprinted out of the cafeteria before the shock wore off and tears could start falling. Sebastian called after her, but he was prevented from following her by his exceptionally confused coworkers as they interrogated him on what in Merlin’s name was going on.

MC ran down a corridor, then another, and then slowed as she continued on. She had no idea where she was going. She just knew she wanted to be as far from that cafeteria as possible – and preferably somewhere private. She finally found a lavatory and popped inside.

She locked herself in a stall. She gasped and sobbed as rage and grief overwhelmed her. She would never forgive Sebastian for abandoning Anne in her final days. Or for not being there for Ominis after her death. She stifled herself as the door to the bathroom opened.

“MC?” Sofia called softly.

MC wiped the tears and snot from her face hurriedly. “I’m here,” she replied shakily. Her voice was roughened from crying.

“Are you all right?” Sofia asked, sounding concerned.

MC cleared her throat before emerging from the stall. “I’m fine. Just…angry.”

Sofia failed to suppress a slight smile. “Yes, I could tell.”

MC laughed. “What gave it away?”

“You know, between slapping him and calling him a bastard, I managed to work out that you two were not as good of friends as he had said,” she joked.

“He said we’re friends?” MC asked, surprised.

Sofia nodded. “When Jari said you were coming from the British ministry, Sebastian told him you had gone to school together,” she explained.

“Well, Say-boss-tee-awn greatly mischaracterised our relationship,” MC replied, mimicking the Finnish woman’s pronunciation.

Sofia sighed. “Yes. He told me about what happened between you. Well, with the girl he dated in school. I didn’t realise you were the same person until today,” she said. “I can see why you would not be happy to see him after such a messy breakup.”

“Messy is an understatement,” MC said bitterly.

She caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and went to the sink to splash cold water on her puffy eyes. Sofia waited silently as MC patted her face dry with a paper towel.

“I think I should go home,” MC said as she gripped the edge of the sink.

Sofia’s perfect eyebrows shot up. “You’re leaving?”

“I’m not training with him, let alone living with him! No promotion is worth that,” she said.

“This programme is about more than just getting a promotion,” she said. “It helps you be better at catching dark wizards – at protecting innocent lives.”

MC’s jaw clenched. She was torn. On the one hand, she couldn’t stomach the idea of being around Sebastian. On the other, she would probably never get another opportunity like the programme again. As she weighed the thought of spending two weeks alongside Sebastian against being under Singer’s inept thumb the rest of her life, she made up her mind.

MC sighed. “You’re right,” she said. “I can’t squander this.”

“Good. Now let’s just hope you haven’t already,” Sofia replied with an encouraging smile.

“What?” MC asked, panicking.

“Well, that was quite the outburst back in the cafeteria,” Sofia said, trying to break the news gently. “Jari doesn’t tolerate personal conflicts interfering with the job. Teräväinen even less so.”

“You’re fucking joking,” MC groaned.

“I’m not saying I don’t understand, of course,” Sofia added quickly. “I just…I don’t know they’ll see it the same way.”

MC banged her head into the tile wall. “Abbott’s gonna kill me,” she groaned.

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x f!mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian x mc #sebastian sallow fanfic #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #sebastian sallow x reader #enemies to lovers #roommates

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imitation-steamroller · 3 months

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Hey you're still doing the ask game thing? If so can you do Diesel 10?

The love of my life. I told my self that if I ever try getting everything from the Take Along/Take n Play ranges, he'd be at the top of the list.

1. Most of the engines believe he's given up on destroying Lady in exchange for being a general nuisance, but they couldn't be any more wrong. When he's not collecting scrap or terrorizing his fellow engines, he's on the prowl for the magic buffers.

2. Given Thomas' role in helping Lady escape, Diesel 10 kinda really hates Thomas. If given the chance, he'd scrap the little puffball on the spot, but Thomas is much too noticeable for him to ever go through with it.

3. Arry and Bert are probably the only engines on the island Diesel can wholeheartedly call his friends. Their shared disdain for steam engines have made the trio kindred spirits, much to the disdain of the others.

4. D10's a favorite among visiting children, given Pinchy and all. James often feels his boiler pressure rise dangerously when he sees children clamoring for Diesel 10.

5. The Fat Controller was very reluctant to bring Diesel 10 back to the island, but a series of heavy storms brought the need for another engine to help clean the mess up. 10 promised to be on his best behavior, but everyone quickly realized that his 'best' didn't mean much. He had a habit of 'accidentally' dropping branches and scrap on the line when Thomas was nearby, but to the tank engine's disdain.

#ttte #ttte diesel 10 #ask game #ttte headcanons #ttte headcanon

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As promised to my darling friend @tismrot, here is the first of The Holiday Diaries *insert ominous music here*. Hope you enjoy it, dollface.

The drive was four hours. I can’t drive. Essentially, I lived in a country where I couldn’t speak the language when I was of an age to learn to drive. After that, once I moved to the UK at age 18, I’ve always either lacked the time or money (or both) for driving lessons. So I’m a frustrated passenger.

The destination was somewhere I said I’d never go again. A few years ago I ended up in A&E (not self inflicted - it was a treatment-resistant migraine, which means I end up on a morphine drip. It happens roughly every 4-5 years) and I can’t say my memories of this place are great as a result. On top of which I vowed last year that I wasn’t doing this type of holiday again and I’d be taking the kids separately from then on. Oh yeah, and then I lost my everloving shit last night as well. Oops. Meant to have that conversation AFTER the holiday.

Big words, big breeches…aaaaand here I am! On holiday! Fucksake. But hopefully it’ll be entertaining.

Hour one.

Kids argued within five minutes. Googled car games for them. They just looked at me like I grew an extra head. Felt like a dinosaur. Googled if I can do EMDR to myself. Results inconclusive. Atmosphere in the front of the car very awkward. BBC Radio 2 on.

Hour two.

Kids still arguing, although son has helped daughter build a rollercoaster on Minecraft. Told them about Rollercoaster Tycoon. Once again felt like a dinosaur. Messaged a LOT of people to pass the time. Still listening to Radio 2. Atmosphere obviously still awkward. Ignoring the burgeoning migraine that’s been bugging me on & off for the past week+. Definitely stressed. Saw someone with amazing green hair in a service station. Exchanged smiles. Kindred spirits. Despite being young enough to be my daughter. Do wonder if these people smile at me in a condescending way, wondering if grandma’s escaped from a home…Oh look, that was an ellipsis. And I DIDN’T PUT A SPACE AFTER IT. Ha. Anyway.

Hour three.

Fuck the migraine, took a triptan. Radio 2 still on, did pretty well on Ten to the Top. Dollface, you won’t know what this is…don’t worry about it. Read through the edits @tismrot made on my chapter I’d been struggling on. Felt like the shittest writer on Earth, but needed that kick up the arse. Realised by the end of the hour that the new triptans pack a punch and I was stoned off my nut. Is that a phrase? It is now. Atmosphere was…ah, fuck it, I didn’t care any more. It certainly passed the time.

Hour four.

Put my own playlist on. Well, a modified kid-friendly version. Still occasionally get caught out as I just filter songs out that have an ‘explicit’ tag, but sometimes the tag is missing, and sometimes they’re just fucking crude without using any swear words. Whoops. Oh well. Anything was better than Jeremy Vine. Was NOT listening to him. Took the kids for lunch at McDonald’s. Embarrassed the 8yo by putting on a silly hat, and singing, and dancing. It’s too easy. 11yo gives zero fucks, nothing embarrasses him.

Writing this in a caravan now. At least I have good reading material. I’ve finally got my over-arching plot & everything planned out for the first original book & these two books are great reading.

After the blowup argument last night I’m essentially spending time with the kids alone, reading alone or writing alone. A L O N E

Although there appears to be a case of amnesia that’s set in already. I’m choosing to laugh hysterically at this

#the holiday diaries #I dislike caravan holidays #they’re just not for me #four hours in a car is too long for my crumbling spine

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You know, I just saw a post supporting the writer's strike and saying there are plenty of old shows to watch... and it occurred to me that it might be good to share some shows we love just in case people haven't seen them yet.

Places that make it easy to find where to watch things: Reelgood and JustWatch. Check both, they sometimes conflict, get it wrong, etc.

My Recs (in hopes others will add) (admittedly the low hanging fruit):

The X-Files, 1993, 11 Seasons, free on freevee, available on Hulu, can rent or buy other places. If you haven't seen X-Files, you're missing out. It was a smash hit in the 90's for a good reason. Two detectives, a believer and a skeptic, try to solve unsolvable mysteries in the midst of grand conspiracy. And find, somehow, that as much as they annoy each other, they need each other.

Babylon 5, 1993 / 1994, 5 Seasons, free on Roku and Tubi. An Epic Space Opera that never quite got the success it deserved. It is one of those things whose influence is written all over modern sci-fi and fantasy without much acknowledgement. This is the interplay of empires and mythology, double dealing and political cruelty.

SPACE: 1999, 1975, 2 seasons, free on Crackle, Peacock, Fubo, Pluto, Freevee, Plex, Shout, and Roku. I dare you to listen to the theme song and not feel the groove of this classic campy space opera. When Earth's moon is ejected from orbit to hurtle through the galaxy, the people of Moonbase Alpha have to confront new alien weirdness every week. Part of what makes it so good is that the show takes itself completely seriously, there's no wink and nod in here.

Kindred: The Embraced, 1996, 1 Season, available as a slime tutorial. It's Vampire: The Masquerade as a cheesy soap opera. There are constant reminders of what the clans are like in the most pointed, ridiculous dialogue you can imagine. Had the lead actor not died, this show might have found its place in a couple of more seasons, as it is, it is deliciously campy and dumb. Days of our LARP.

Profit, 1996, 1 Season, available as a slime tutorial. What if the Antagonist was the Main Character. Profit was ahead of its time. It would be right at home in the modern streaming era but it absolutely didn't fit in its own day and age. Profit is dark and twisted (For people who follow me, see if you can find an early inspirations for JJ) with mature and uncomfortable themes. One of its benefits is that it was network televison, so it couldn't show all the gratuitous violence and sex that it would be given if it was made today. It's psychological violence and murder off screen, which, if you let yourself get into it, can grow into worse things than can be shown. Profit is about power, greed, and ruthlessness and what happens when someone even more ruthless and immoral than you shows up.

Farscape, 1999, 4 seasons and a TV movie, available for free on crackle, peacock, popcornflix, shout, freevee, pluto, roku, and tubi. In spite of my picture, this is live action space opera, but it is looney tunes, literally in one episode. This is what happens when the Jim Henson company decides to make a space opera as far away from Star Trek as possible. It's zany, over the top, sometimes hilarious, often creepy, and there's only one human who is far out of his depth.

Blake's 7, 1978, 4 seasons, available on BritBox, and you should be able to find all of it with a little searching on youtube. Like Farscape, this show focuses on escaped prisoners but when they find an advanced spacecraft, they decide to become freedom fighters against their fascist regime instead of just trying to escape. Darker than most of what you could find on US tv until fairly recently. These are wounded people in hostile space.

The Outer Limits, 1995, 7 seasons. Free on Roku. This is a sci-fi anthology series. Some episodes are more interesting and thought provoking than others but overall a lot of good stories.

There are now 12 series with 44 seasons between them totaling up to 880 episodes of Star Trek. That's about 3 months straight of 24 hour programming if you ran it back to back with no pauses at all. That's a lot of show. Mostly on Paramount+ but it's probably not terribly difficult to find the material less officially. It may not all be your cup of earl grey but there's a lot to try out to see if you like it.

1899, 2022, 1 season (cancelled), available on Netflix or wherever else one finds shows. This is my only modern show because I know it didn't get a lot of viewership in spite of being brilliantly twisty. 1899 is one of those shows that it is very hard to talk about without spoilers. I think it is however immediately obvious that the cruise ship Kerebos, en route to New York, is not at all in the situation it appears to be in. It is magnificently multilingual with the ability to communicate when you can't speak each other's language front and center in the narrative. It's sadly cancelled and the creators are on record that they don't want to finish it in another medium so we'll never know exactly what happened but there is wonder to be had from this first season.

Magnum P.I., 1980, 8 seasons. Free on freevee and Roku. 1 season available with Amazon Prime, rest for rent or purchase. Mix a lovable goofball naval vet with PTSD and a very stiff necked British curmudgeon vet with PTSD and you get a fun mystery every week in paradise. Magnum shrugs off most of his work and pawns it on to his friends getting by on charm and some wit.

Murder, She Wrote, 1984, 12 seasons. All available for free on Roku. 6 seasons available for free on freevee. Note that one of the primary writers for Murder, She Wrote was J. Michael Straczynski, this is the job that got him the ability to make Babylon 5. Jessica Fletcher is a charming and clever lady who has retired to the placid sea side village of Cabot Cove to write mystery novels but somehow always ends up at murder scenes. It has been estimated that if Cabot Cove was real, it would be the murder capital of the US.

Tales from the Crypt, 1989, 7 seasons, available as a slime tutorial. To get it to lucky number 13, I present another great anthology show. Every episode a different tale of the macabre or horrific. The crypt keeper is a charmingly gruesome host and there are a few episodes that have stuck with me since I first saw them in the 90's.

Hopefully one among these number can fulfill your needs and if not, hopefully someone else will tack on a few more. I know I left out plenty of my own favorites. There's lots to see while your current faves are on hiatus. There might be a brand new fandom waiting for you.

#writer's strike #tv recommendations

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How you'll know you're aligned to your Higher Self 🕊️🤍

All three of these piles were so lovely to read for 🥺 I hope you enjoy your channeled message 🌟

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Child : Nature + 4 of Wands + 9 of Cups + 3 of Pentacles + Page of Swords

Hello there! I hope you're feeling loved today 💛 Your higher self is skilled at living out every day through the frequency of pure love. Your higher self feels a deep pull to be a caretaker for humanity, our planet, and the innocent animals we share this planet with. Once you are aligned to your higher self, you will notice that you easily carry forgiveness, patience, and an accepting love for those around you. You will begin to see that the cycle of life is a flow that cannot be controlled and being closer to nature will bring a special comfort to this reality. The word mother in Mother Gaia is true to your core. You, yourself, will feel a nurturing motherly energy towards those around you. You will feel a pull to teach others the higher knowledge you gain upon this path of spiritual alignment. A lightbulb will go off for you once you realize nature speaks to you, the birds speak to you, animals & trees deliver secret messages about our world for you to share to those that cannot hear the nature spirits coded messages. You will know you're aligned to your higher self once you accept love is to be shared towards everyone, even your enemies; once you accept that love is gold & sharing this golden love brings reward, you will find yourself unbothered by the ups and downs the material world puts you though. Your higher self is not afraid of growing old because it knows life is an endless journey of knowledge and the highest form of wealth comes from within, it comes from our heart space 💌

- Astro Angel 💚

Keywords: free spirit, Virgo, Taurus, Sagittarius, hermit, dancing, music, teacher, purple, orange, green, stars, "can't be tied down", bunnies, crocheting, books, protecting children, celebration, innocence, purity

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"Good Things Are Going To Happen"

Beggar + 5 of Wands + 7 of Pentacles+ 2 of Pentacles + Page of Cups

I hope you are doing well today 💜 I feel that you have been through a lot of material struggles throughout this lifetime that have made you feel a sense of... being behind, not being where you should be. Sometimes you feel that if you were dealt a better hand, you would be in a better position right now. That could be true, but there is a deeper perspective behind this path you have been walking. Your higher self carries the quality of endless hope regardless of the situation. Your higher self sees the bigger picture of the struggles you go through. Once you have aligned to your higher self you will begin to realize, you are a very powerful person. You will clearly see that you naturally carry the qualities needed to overcome the struggle, to overcome any competition. You will see that you are not where you came from and YOU are the one that determines your worth. Doubt from others cannot hold you back unless you let it. You will find balance with your time, energy, and finances. You will find better ways to build a fortune for yourself and your loved ones. You will be in a stable situation that will allow your mind to relax, allow you to explore your creative side instead of staying a survival mindset. Once you are aligned, you will look back and realize everything on your path lead you to where you are and you will find gratitude towards your past. You will also feel a pull to help others that were in your same shoes. Write your higher self a thank you note for being so mf resilient 💌

- Astro Angel 💚

Keywords: climbing to the top, doubt, growth in the unseen, red, orange, blue, Aries, Pisces, Capricorn, coffee, justice, grounding, meditation, shadow work, candles

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"Connected, Always"

Samaritan + 2 of Wands + 6 of Cups + 3 of Cups + 6 of Pentacles

I hope you are well 💚 Your higher self is full of so much joy and happiness and strives to spread this energy. Your higher self notices how the light they shine may trigger envy in those that don't feel the same sense of happiness within themselves, but this doesn't stop them from trying to give their light to those that feel triggered by the light. You will realize you are aligned to your higher self once you gain the perspective of people that give you attitudes or problems, are just in pain. You will feel no need to give energy to this darkness they throw at you, instead, you will feel the need to give them kind words, invite them out with you, tell them they can talk to you, or even befriend them. You will have a deep knowing or even a spiritual insight to those that are dealing with loneliness, pain, material struggles. This is a gift. You will know that no matter how hard someone strives to tear you down simply for just being your bubbly self, they could never take that away from you, therefore, you give love & acceptance without thinking twice. There's nothing to lose when giving love, giving back, when you have that within yourself no matter what. You will feel excited to share your stories, to uplift absolutely everyone around you. People that dislike you will start questioning why they even disliked you to begin with and this will be an awakening of their own spiritual path. This is a beautiful pile 💌 - Astro Angel 💚

Keywords: inner child, memories, sharing, giving, hugs, experiences with new and old friends, abundance, Aquarius, Gemini, Libra, Leo, fitness, dogs, companionship, looking forward to the future

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#tarot reading #tarotoftheday #free tarot #free tarot readings #pick a card #tarot #tarot reader #tarot readers of tumblr #tarot related #pick a pile #pac reading #daily tarot #daily pac #astrology #higher self #higher knowledge #divineguidance

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anachronistic-falsehood · 4 months

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AO3 WRAPPED NUMBER 29 but i want u to give me ur top 3. or top 5 if u have a lot

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

MAC MY FRIEND MAC GHOSTIEZONE!!! my top fav passages i've written this year.... this is gonna take a while to answer i have so so many to choose from omg.... i'm gonna put this under a cut bc it is going 2 be Long (also i am going 2 tag u because idk if u have seen it yet and i v much want u to see the dstuck passage i'm posting it's got wilbur in it :3 @stuck-in-the-ghost-zone )

3: this one is from my ctubbo oneshot titled Harlequin that i wrote on impulse in early september. mac idk if u have read it but u should i think u would like it :3 the style of it is v experimental in a lot of places but i had SOOOOO MUCH FUN writing it and it's kinda angsty but the ending is sweet and i reread it and was like ;-; this fic was very much me projecting onto ctubbo OK HERE'S A QUICK PASSAGE :3

Tommy is your brother, you think, but not in the way he and Wilbur are brothers. They’re brothers in general, two different souls who experienced such different walks of life and stick together regardless, who follow each other to the ends of the earth no matter how wrong or bad one of them thinks the other is.

You and Tommy are more like... kindred spirits. Brothers in war, allies in politics, victims of abuse who pull each other up by your boot straps and lean on each other so you can keep going side by side.

It’s never just Tommy, or just Tubbo. It’s always Tommy and Tubbo.

Like one name.

TommyandTubbo. TubboandTommy. T+T.

Brothers in experience. Partners in life. Two sides of the same coin. Inseparable.

But that’s just the thing, isn’t it? You’re part of the same coin, but people look at you and see two heads, one on each side, no tails. Nothing at all to differentiate the two.

You could draw horns on one side and a white streak on the other, but at the end of the day they always see two copies.

When people run into you, they ask “Where’s Tommy?” “Do you know where Tommy’s been lately?” “What’s Tommy up to?”

You can’t always answer that.

For as much as you’re inseparable, sometimes you’re both alone for a bit. You always come back around like two magnets drawn to each other until something or someone yank you apart again.

You don’t like being a copy.

You don’t even know if Tommy realizes that’s what you are.

Tommy and Tubbo.

The main character and his sidekick.

He called you the main character once, during the Disc Confrontation, and himself the sidekick, and hearing that

actually made you

relieved.

Even if everyone else sees you as a second quieter Tommy, he doesn’t.

That counts for something.

2: MY VASHWOOD FIC Just As Beautiful As The Day I Lost You MY BELOVED <3 ughhhh writing this was so sad i genuinely cried doing it. the moment wolfwood remembers vash is what gets me. ik you've read it already but here's that one little passage here for u just for funzies <3 NOW CRY!!!!!!

The video stops.

Vash snaps his gaze to Rosewood. He’s trembling like a wet cat, hand poised over the spacebar. His breath hitches once, twice. He turns to Vash, slowly, just as tears begin to spill down his cheeks.

“What the hell, Needle Noggin,” he whispers. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

Uncertainty is the only thing Vash can respond with. He steps closer, hand hovering over Rosewood’s shoulder. “I... don’t...”

Rosewood pushes the chair back, wooden legs scraping across the floor, doubles over, and buries his face in his hands. Vash takes that as a signal to do something, so he rests his hand on Rosewood’s back. After the comfort Rosewood gave him last night, it’s the least he can do, really.

Rosewood chokes back a sob. “I shouldn’t know these people,” he says, voice thick with tears. “How... do I know them? How do I know you?”

Vash’s heart leaps into his throat. He kneels in front of the chair so he’s level with Rosewood. “Do... Do you...”

Rosewood looks up, an angry furrow in his brow, even he wipes tears from his eyes. The expression is so incredibly Wolfwood that Vash doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“This past week has been fucking torture, Spikey. You—I saw you leave church last Sunday, and I didn’t even see any of this,” he gestures to Vash in general, the spikey hair, the glasses, the scars, “but you just—you stuck in my head and I couldn’t explain why. I... I still can’t.” He gives a wet laugh. “Humanoid Typhoon my ass. You’re more like a parasite.”

A lump forms in Vash’s throat, alongside something so bright and hopeful he feels dizzy with it. Hands shaking, unsteady like they’ve never been before, he reaches out, fingers brushing over Rosewood’s jaw. He wipes away a stray tear, stubble sharp beneath his thumb.

Rosewood sniffles, shakes his head. “Don’t look at me like that, Needle Noggin. I can’t take it when you smile like that.”

Vash swallows. As quiet as can be, barely any breath behind his voice, he says

“Wolfwood?”

A sob rips itself from the throat of the man in front of him. Vash catches him as he lunges from his chair and into Vash’s arms, heaving cries pressed into his shirt. Vash holds him tight, hands clenched in his jacket. The black poncho remains on Vash’s lap, pressed between them. A stray tear soaks into the fabric. It takes Vash a moment to realize it fell from his own face.

He's never been so uncertain in his life.

But whatever this is, whatever he’s awakened in the priest in his arms, whether it’s real or a delusion, he wants to keep it.

He tucks his face into the crook between a neck and a shoulder, and he cries.

1: i think my fav thing i've written this year would be the tntduo chapter of dstuck that i sent you a while ago BUT since u have already read that and it's wayyyy too long to put in one post i am going to choose a different dstuck thing. most of the passages i wanna put here would involve MAJOR SPOILERS but i have one chatlog between wilbur and one of the cherubs i'm putting in there to kind of sort of replace cdream (i don't like ccdrm but his character is Important so i basically split him in two as a cherub and changed his name). honestly it was kind of a hard decision to change his name bc he's such an iconic villain but i think i did ok with still capturing his Evilness and his shitty asshole vibes ANYWAY this is one of my fav parts of this chapter i love writing chatlogs <3 tw for ummm some brief suicidal ideation bc it's cwilbur that's how it goes

hi wilbur! IO: Ah fuck, what do you want? can’t i just say hi and see how you’re doing? IO: I mean, I can’t stop you, I guess. you’re getting closer and closer to entering this game. isn’t that exciting? IO: Sure. you don’t sound excited. :( IO: What do you mean? This is the picture of excitement. IO: Look at me, I’m jumping up and down with joy at the prospect. liar. IO: Fuck you. hey, now don’t be rude! we’re friends, aren’t we wilbur? IO: We were, yeah. IO: When I was like, twelve. IO: But you started bad mouthing my bro and the rebellion and being all shitty and manipulative, and I literally tried to kms whben I was fourteen because of the shit you’ve said so like IO: No I wouldn’t say we;re friends. but we’re past that! i’ve changed, wilbur. IO: Yeah yeah so you keep fucking saying. if we’re not friends, why do you keep responding? IO: Because you’ll keep fucking bothering me until I do it's just because i want to talk to you. is that really so wrong? IO: Yeah IO: I know the shit that you did to my bro and I don’t fucking much appreciate it that was ages ago! come on, wilbur. you’ll get me out of here, won’t you? IO: If I could kill you I would. man, tough crowd. i think you’ll come around eventually. and even when i do get out of here without your help, your bro is the first one i’ll go for. i’m sure you know this, because it happened in your past. and then i’ll go for the little one. your pen pal. :) he is your bro, after all, and yeah, maybe the older one will slip through my fingers, but your pen pal? he's still young. your bro will get away from me when we’re both older, but your pen pal won’t defeat me while he’s just a kid, and i’m a GOD. :)

The chatlog closes on its own.

He used to be nice, but you think it’s just because he wanted to be your friend. Or, at least, pretend to be your friend. He filled you in on a lot of information about your future and the game, about your upcoming journey as a Bard of Heart, how destructive the class is, how you’re fated to destroy everything you’ve ever held dear and harm the people you love, the nuances of your aspect, the role you’re meant to play in this game.

He called you a supernova in the making, a nuclear bomb waiting to go off, a personified Chernobyl in your own right. It sounded kind of cool at the time, but it placed this heavy weight on your shoulders, this expectation for destruction.

You’re pretty sure he lied about most of the stuff he’s told you, but you can never be sure. You’re set on relying on Phil’s foresight to tell you your role now, although he doesn’t have all the answers. Still, it’s better than running in blind with your only guidance being the ravings of a madman from the distant future. He used to be so kind, it was hard not to believe him.

He wasn’t so kind when you had a sword at your own chest.

#whiskey yelling into the void #friend tag :3 #HEHEHE I LOVE SHARING MY WRITING <3 #i hope u like the dstuck passage i am having soooo much fun writing wilbur in dstuck :3 #he's my fav little guy

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queerbrujas · 4 months

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10, 11, and 21 for the reading asks!! <3

alright i'm coming back to answer these! ty erin <3

10. What was your favorite new release of the year?

i only read a handful of new releases this year so by far it's, yet again, the haunting of alejandra! i think i saw it on a goodreads 'releasing soon' email (i still get goodreads emails even though i never actively used it to track reading) and that's how it got on my radar? i've talked about it a bunch both in these asks and otherwise but it really was just a fantastic book.

11. What was your favorite book that has been out for a while, but you just now read?

at risk of just repeating my top 5 over and over, i mean, it's gotta be kindred by octavia e. butler. it honestly blows me away that it's a 40+ year old book because if you told me it had been written this year i would believe you. it was incredibly poignant and it made me really interested to read more of butler's work.

21. Did you participate in or watch any booklr, booktube, or book twitter drama?

fhdsjkf so i do watch a lot of booktube but for the most part it's book recs or reading vlogs, i'm not super informed about all the drama. i do see it pass by sometimes though, i know there's Big Drama currently going on bc of a debut author who started making fake goodreads accounts to shit on other authors and lost all her contracts as a result?? also earlier this year it came out that a different author had faked her death and then resurfaced? idk i get glimpses and they seem like A Lot lmao

#silv.txt #silv reads

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happy-lemon · 2 years

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happy lemon’s no rules legacy.

The Rules: Make your own. Max their bladder if they don’t get to pee before the bus comes. Cheat their photography skills and let them decorate their house with family photos. Make instant best friends. Quit with confidence if you’re not feeling it anymore. Keep going if you’re deeply connected to your sims and you’d die for their dogs.

The Generations: 👇

Generation 0.5 - Winter (Greene) Hinata was the founder of my abandoned NSB legacy. She married Suzuki Hinata and they had Nara, who would have been G2, if I hadn’t gotten bored by everyone but Nara. Winter and Suzuki don’t show up in Nara’s official family tree, but they’re canon because of the “make your own rules” rule.

Generation 1 - Nara Hinata-Dean was born to chaotic, laissez-faire parents and carried that chaotic energy with her to college. Her adventures are pretty prominent on this here tumblr. Once she admitted she was in love with her best friend, Jeffery Dean, Nara found her calm. She was a deep sea diver in Isla Paradiso and a lifeguard in Sunlit Tides, but hit her career stride in Sunset Valley, where she became a professional author who achieved her LTW and wrote two masterpieces. Because her parents let her run wild, Nara and Jeffery made an effort to be move involved parents to their daughters, Kiko and Kana. She was an absolute legend and my all-time favorite sim.

Worlds - Isla Paradiso, Sunlit Tides, Sunset Valley

LTW - Nara ✅ Jeffery ✅ (world renown surgeon)

EP Focus - University Life

Generation 2 - Kana (Dean) de la Cruz was sent to boarding school as a child and she loved every minute of it. She emerged from School of Peace and Love a full-blown vegetarian hippie nature girl who ended up marrying her best friend and kindred spirit, Noel de la Cruz, who was the sweetest cinnamon roll ever. She had several lifetime wishes that were derailed by life and children, but ultimately earned a lifetime wish of Swimming in Cash and promptly donated 2/3 of it to the development fund at city hall. Kana and Noel were relationship goals, and she was still flirting shamelessly with him on the last day of her life.

Generation 2 Spares - Kiko Dean*, who never married and had no children, but was super happy with a house full of cats.

Worlds - Sunset Valley

LTW - Kana ✅ Noel ✅ (celebrated 5 star chef)

EP Focus - Seasons

Generation 3 - Daisy de la Cruz was the proverbial woman who lived in a shoe, but despite being a single mom to six kids (by three different men) she had life pretty nailed down. She maxed her painting skills as a teenager, maxed sculpting in college, and reached her Descendant of Da Vinci lifetime wish just before she got pregnant with her sixth child--oops! She waited until she was an adult with mostly grown children before she married her college sweetheart, Ben Trigger. She reached the top of the painter career before she became an elder, and spent time in the years before her death visiting Noelle in Salmon Woods. Her life path was really unexpected. Between her revolving door of love and her many, many babies, Daisy was a super entertaining generation.

Generation 3 Spares - Clementine (de la Cruz) Bernard, Lark de la Cruz, and Jonah de la Cruz (who died in a “freak meteor accident” at boarding school)

Worlds - Sunset Valley

LTW - Daisy ✅ Ben ❎

EP Focus - Ambitions

Generation 4 - Noelle (de la Cruz) Luna’s life might not have been as chaotic or funny as the heirs before her, but she did a lot of living. She earned Visa Level 3 in all three countries, had a successful career as a nectar maker, and was an awesome mom to Mateo. No one--least of all Noelle--expected that her soulmate would be a random adventurer in China, but Alejandro (Alex) Luna turned out to be her perfect match. From the moment they met, they were a team. They supported each other’s dreams, raised a big-hearted son, and died on the same day. The calm of this generation was lovely and sweet.

Generation 4 Spares - Marin (Trigger) Kaufman, Mariel (Trigger) Martinez, Calliope Luxx, Clio Luxx, Donovan Taylor

Worlds - Salmon Woods

LTW - Noelle ✅ Alex ✅ (superstar athlete)

EP Focus - World Adventures

Generation 5 - Mateo Luna was a loner who was homeschooled and grew up with mostly animals as friends--not unlike a Disney princess. When he was in high school he fell in love with Marzhan Koziyeva, a newcomer from Kazakhstan, who was ray of sunshine in his life. They married shortly after high school and were only separated by death. Mateo reached his lifetime wish of The Zoologist when he was still a young adult and never quite found a comfortable niche in the working world. He spent his final days in Sunlit Tides with Alexandra and her family. His generation was calm, which was exactly how Mateo liked things.

Generation 5 Spares - none

Worlds - Salmon Woods

LTW - Mateo ✅ Marzhan ✅ (rock star)

EP Focus - Pets (small animals)

Generation 6 - If I had to choose only one word to sum up Alexandra Luna, it would be surprising. I never expected she would be so warm, clever, funny, lovable, and charming, but she was all of those things and more. Watching her evolve from a baby horse girl into an accomplished equestrian was really special (not to mention fun), and it was also lovely to see her let people into her life, especially Kekoa Solomon. She was a great wife and mom, who stuck around as long as she could--even sidestepping Fate once with a death flower--and made the Grim Reaper break the news of her passing to Fable himself. Alexandra's generation was one of my favorites.

Generation 6 Spares - none

Worlds - Salmon Woods, Sunlit Tides

LTW - Alexandra ✅ Kekoa ❎

EP Focus - Pets (horses)

Generation 7 - Keahi Solomon existed in a perpetual state of ennui for reasons I could never explain...and neither could his traits. He started out as a lifeguard in Sunlit Tides, but became an unexpected father when he found a baby on his doorstep, left by his high school crush, who went on to marry someone else. Keahi raised his daughter, Fable, all on his own. After a brief stint as a firefighter, Keahi fulfilled his LTW of being a professional author. And he defied death by bringing the love of his life, Anna Beck, back from the grave. His generation was all about unconditional love, emotional intelligence, gruff wisdom, and wry humor. He was an ugly little duckling who became someone beautiful inside and out, and his generation has been unforgettable.

Generation 7 Spares - Malia (Solomon) Candelaria and Haoa Solomon

Worlds - Sunlit Tides, Bridgeport, Starlight Shores

LTW - Keahi ✅ Anna ❎

EP Focus - Generations

Generation 8 - From her first breath to her last, Fable Solomon was a star. She was raised by a single father to be brave and feisty. Not only did she craftily matchmake him with her elementary school teacher, but Fable slapped the Grim Reaper for insulting her grandma. Fable began her career a sing-a-gram singer, but moved to Bridgeport for bigger and better opportunities. And it was there she fell in love with Ciaran Delaney, an AWOL grim reaper who would have rather died himself than reap her soul. Together they had twin daughters, Ava and Mara, and an unsuccessful career as a band. They moved to Isla Paradiso, where Fable finally sang her last song. Her generation was dramatic and larger than life, but also filled with sweet, special moments, and it was a delight to play.

Generation 8 Spares - none

Worlds - Sunlit Tides, Bridgeport, Starlight Shores, Isla Paradiso

LTW - Fable ✅ Ciaran ✅ (living in the lap of luxury)

EP Focus - Showtime

Generation 9 - Mara Delaney was born a twin and is the opposite image of her dark-haired, light-eyed sister, Ava. Mara dabbled in the alchemical arts until The Toadification Incident in high school, and she realized swimming with sharks might be less hazardous to her health. She moved to Isla Paradiso to complete the Deep Sea Diver LTW that Nara Hinata abandoned so many generations ago. It was there she fell in love with Mason Shimada, a fellow diver who helped her recover from a shark attack, and together they had six kids. After achieving her lifetime wish, Mara realized that life on land never suited her and ate some kelp given to her by Triton King. If you're ever snorkeling near Mermaid Grotto, you just might catch a glimpse of Mara and Mason.

Generation 9 Spares - Ava Delaney

Worlds - Starlight Shores, Isla Paradiso

LTW - Mara ✅ Mason ✅ (surrounded by family)

EP Focus - Island Paradise

(Note: I know mermaids don't live forever, but for the sake of my stressed out save, let's pretend they do.)

Generation 10 - At first glance Dylan Shimada looks like he might be all style, no substance, but his beauty is more than skin deep. Dylan is dependable, which might sound boring, but he gets shit done. Dylan inherited Noelle's calm, Mateo's generous heart, Keahi's quiet determination, and Daisy's unflappable nature in the face of chaos. Well, mostly. He made a dystopian mess of the future, which cost him his girlfriend, Zoya Melville. But when he remembered who he was and where he came from, Dylan made things right. He accomplished everything he set out to do, including maxing ten skills, visiting all three foreign countries, reached the top of his career, earning a college degree, experiencing all three futures and earning a statue in Legacy Park, making his wishes and freeing the genie, and having an heir-eligible child--in a very unorthodox way. I like to think Zoya will remember that Dylan is a good man and they'll grow old together, don't you?

Generation 10 spares - Erika Shimada, Noah Shimada, Heath Shimada, Mika Shimada, Hayley Shimada

Worlds - Isla Paradiso, St. Claire, Cape Garner

LTW - Made the Most of My Time ✅

EP Focus - Into the Future

Note: This is the end of the legacy. I wanted to continue for as long as the game would allow, but the save has gotten increasingly unstable. So, it's time to say goodbye, which is why I took the legacy full circle and gave Dylan a daughter named Nara. If you've been following along all this time, thank you. I appreciate you. xo ~Trish

*bold indicates spares who were eligible to be heir

#ts3 #ts3 legacy #sims 3 #sims 3 legacy #ts3 no rules legacy #happy lemon no rules legacy #pinned intro

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