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To understand the incomprehensible

Ace Podcast Week, Sunday: Realisation/Acceptance Hampton Fawx usually doesn't focus on the fact he doesn't exactly understand relationships and sex. However when he ends up not getting solution to their case because of it, he starts thinking about it more. | Fawx & Stallion (2,922 words)

Hampton Fawx, contrary to the popular belief, knew he didn’t know everything and in certain areas there were big (if not massive) gaps in his knowledge. He did however always thought about himself as a man who can understand people motivations, how they work and why they do what they do. This belief caused him now to slowly move his gaze between James and Madge in complete confusion.

Mr and Mrs Stallion (as no one has called them) with true excitement were shouting about their recent case (no one also has officially given them the case, they just saw article in the newspaper and decided to look around).

“I’m sorry.” Hampton said after giving up understanding what they were talking about. “What exactly are you proposing?”

“Some pretty girl-”

“-or boy-”

“-lead them there!”

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Hampton clearly didn’t look like someone who understood because James started explaining from beginning.

“What we know? Bunch of rich guys late in the evening were taken from a pub to unknown location where a group of people took all their belongings and then left them outside the same pub in nothing but their underwear. While all of them testified that they were hit in the head after being robbed and before being tossed on the pavement, all of them give different description how they got from the pub to the place they were robbed.”

“Some dude said he was held at gun point, other that he had a blind fold on his eyes, yet another that he was also hit in the head and lost consciousness. And of course no one was able to tell where they were taken.” Madge joined in exposition. “And the police officers we overheard, accidentally overheard, mentioned that all of the guys were visibly not comfortable talking about it.”

“They were lying.” Hampton said slowly nodding. He got everything up to this point. Everything that James and Madge were talking about after it didn’t make any sense.

“And why bunch of rich guys, married guys wouldn’t tell the police how they got there? It’s clearly either extremely embarrassing or is damaging for them in some way!”

“And what guys do at pubs they don’t want people and especially their wives know about? Flirting with any pretty girl-“

“-or boy-“

“-they can see. So clearly they were the ones who took them to get robbed.”

“But why wouldn’t they know where they went?” Hampton wasn’t sure how their explanation fully solved the problem.

“Well, they clearly weren’t thinking with their heads at the moment.” James laughed and Madge joined him.

They exchanged satisfied smiles like their reasoning had perfect sense and thinking it closed the case went to do their own things leaving confused Hampton alone. Their explanation didn’t help him at all. He still didn’t understand at all why people left the pub with a stranger, even if said stranger according to Stallions was pretty, and didn’t know where they were taken.

“What they were thinking with then?” He whispered to himself having now another riddle to solve.

No matter how long and from what angle Hampton thought about it, he wasn’t any closer to understanding what they meant. He would probably call this whole explanation a stupid bunch of nonsense that had nothing to do with how things worked if not the fact that according to both James and Madge that was how things actually worked. So he stayed in his armchair and thought about it again and again.

It wasn’t the first time he didn’t fully understand people’s motivations and actions. He didn’t exactly get why Madge continued her complicated relationship with Martha. He didn’t know why James was asking “which one will Archie like better?” when he was getting dress to meet his partner. He didn’t fully understand comments Madge made when they walked into the room where Archie and James were sitting alone or the ones James made when Madge came back late in the morning after spending night out. He didn’t get why people threw comments at the girls in pubs nor why so many married men were caught having sex with random woman causing a massive scandal nor why people could prioritize someone they just met over their friends or family.

Normally it didn’t really trouble him that much. The moment came, he got confused, the moment went away together with his confusion and he didn’t think about it again. But today it bothered him exceptionally and now that he was thinking about various previous cases, it all started to feel like too much. All of it revolved around sex and relationships, that one area that always slipped from his mind if he wasn’t focusing on it intensely or someone wasn’t speaking openly about it. And people, for a reason he also didn’t understand, didn’t usually speak openly and plainly about sex and relationships. Or maybe just for him it was never said openly and plainly.

He remembered when he was seven and he and Madge just solved their first case. All of the adults who were present or only heard about it would make comments how adorable pair they made (Hampton hated being called adorable) and call him “a ladies’ man from the young age” (he didn’t get how then he couldn’t be a ladies' man if half of the kids were girls so it was hard not to play with them) or say to him “someone here likes older girls” (he didn’t know why they were pointing out Madge’s age) and laugh and wink like they shared a secret together. Hampton came to the conclusion then that it has to be some adult stuff they simply found hilarious.

The comments became less frequent with time but because he and Madge stuck together, they never went away entirely. Some of them were picked up by their peers and Hampton often wondered if they really got the adult jokes or just repeated them to seem like adults. He was pretty sure it was the latter until Victor Bennett made his remark. It was different than the earlier comments they got - til then Hampton only heard these words whispered between adults when they thought no one can hear them. He knew it wasn’t supposed to be a nice or playful joke by the hatred in boy’s voice and his expression. All the kids around them gasped hearing it and Hampton for the first time thought that maybe they do understand all the comments a little better than him. He expected Victor to be quickly destroyed by another of Madge’s famous insults but there was silence. When he looked at her, her face was red and there were tears threatening to fall from her eyes. Hampton never was prompt to violence but when his ability to say anything back was taken from him by the fact that he didn’t fully understand what they were talking about, he didn’t have any other option left. He really didn’t like to see his friend cry. He punched Victor Bennett right in the face. The boy didn’t hold back after that and both of them immediately ended up on the ground wrestling until they were separated by adults. His father gave him a stern talk when he was brought home by the collar and forbade him to go to the library for months and meet with Madge. However Hampton felt that it was worth all of it when smiling Madge slipped chocolate cookies into his pocket next time they saw each other. He still didn’t understand neither why people were making that kind of comments, why some of them were nice or funny and other hurtful, why they were said once in public and once in hushed voices.

Few weeks after Victor Bennett incident, when he once again could easily meet with Madge, his father sat him down and gave him the talk. The talk was brief (exactly like most speeches his father gave) and consisted mostly of the words “marriage”, “pregnant” and “babies”. His father ended it with the words:

“I know you and that Madge girl are close and run alone doing God knows what. I am not going to stop you from seeing that girl but I don’t want to have any grandkids out of wedlock, you understand me, boy?”.

Hampton nodded his head not really getting what the fact that he and Madge were friends had anything to do with his father’s grandchildren. He decided that it didn’t matter, especially as he and Madge would never get married and after all kids were something married people had. He also didn’t tell his father that they didn’t spend that much time alone because Madge was busy sneaking out with Olivia Edwards when she had a chance.

After that one time no one really tried to explain that to him. Everyone just started acting like he knew exactly what they were talking about or why they were doing whatever they were doing. They never did it plainly but had to use more or less ambiguous code every time. The only one who always did speak plainly was Madge. She would tell him everything about her romances with all the girls, no matter how fleeting or private they were. She never expected any concrete response from him and whatever he said back always seemed like enough.

Madge was also the only person who never asked him about his own romantic or sexual life. James asked him once, right after they met, and when Hampton answered that right now the only thing that interests him is solving a mystery, he never asked again. His parents had a phase when they were asking him constantly if he planned to settle down with some nice girl any time soon but it passed and now they were only mentioning grandchildren during Christmas. Random people sometimes asked him about it and he never understood why they needed that knowledge.

Madge usually had eyes on one girl or another, James was with Archie and Hampton was… well, he was. The case was he never really thought about it. He didn’t feel the need to flirt with girls (or boys) like Madge liked to do nor to enter the relationship like James had. There was a thought somewhere at the back of his head that one day he will of course be married or start a family because that’s what people did. But now, when he was honestly thinking about – he didn’t really want or dreamed about it. It would be something that he just do because people do this and expect it from him.

Should he want to be in a relationship? Should he understand all the comments people make? Should he get why sex was such a big motivations for everyone else? Should he actually think about it if the current situation didn’t make him do it?

He gripped his glass tighter and took a big sip of the alcohol inside it. He felt like he’s just discovered a gaping hole inside himself. The place where all the relationships and sex stuff was supposed to be was empty and he felt that no amount of reading and research would fix it. This hole was with him from beginning and will stay with him till the end.

“Everything’s alright, Hampton?” Madge’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “You are awfully quiet, it’s getting a little bit scary.”

The woman entered the room without taking her eyes from Hampton. He wanted to say “Yes! Just deep in my thoughts like true detectives are” or simply “Still thinking about the case”. But now he could feel the hole physically in his chest and all the thoughts seemed like too much.

“Am I broken, Madge?” He said quietly looking up at her.

A corner of her mouth rose a little in clear sign she wanted to answer with a joke, but when she saw an expression on his face, whatever the expression was, she resigned and came closer.

“What is it about?” She asked gently after sitting down on the armrest of his chair.

Hampton opened his mouth to speak but in one of the very rare occasions he wasn’t able to find any words. How one can find a words to describe a hole in themselves no one else seems to have or even see?

“Hampton, I am really starting to get worried.” Concern shined in her eyes when she caught his gaze.

“I do not…” He started slowly not wanting to worry his friend more. “I don’t get the pretty girl or boy thing. I really tried, Madge, but I don’t understand it.”

“Just because you don’t get one thing it doesn’t make you a bad detective. You can’t be so hard on yourse-”

“But it’s not a one thing!” Hampton interrupted her. “It’s all the things! Comments, outfits, relationships, sex! Why it’s so present and everywhere but also nowhere and everyone talks about it but also doesn’t talk about? And everyone, and I mean everyone, wants it! You have Martha, in a very complicated way, but you do, James and Archie have each other and I…” His voice broke a little. “I forget about it on the majority of days unless it punches me in the face. I don’t get it, Madge, and I don’t think I ever will.”

Madge reached out to grab his hand and took a deep breath.

“You are different, but so am I and James and non of it makes any of us broken or wrong, no matter what the people say.”

He shook his head. It wasn’t like that. Oh, he wished it could be easy like that.

“But you and James get it. You are different but the same in the end. And I… I am not. There is this whole area that’s so instinctive to everyone else but non existent for me. Everyone knows about it! Everyone gets it! Everyone wants it! And it’s just me who doesn’t. I can try and try but on some deep fundamental level I will never get it, I am never going to truly want it. And it feels like there’s this hole in my chest which I can’t fill in any way and if that doesn’t fit the definition of „broken”, the what does?”

He could feel tears gathering in his eyes and hollow pain in his chest. Some part of him knew it was stupid thing to focus on and get so worked up by. Normally that part would be dominant but at the moment all the feelings that he wasn’t previously aware of overwhelmed him.

“Oh, Hampton.” Madge whispered and immediately leaned to hug him.

He let her embrace her and welcomed familiar comfort with gratitude. She run her hand up and down his back to calm him.

“You are not broken, Hampton. You are different. Don’t say anything, let me finish.” She loosened her embrace so she could look him in the eyes. Her gaze was full of determination. “Yes, you never were interested in girls and all the comments about our possible relationship went right over your head. And yes, when I started to be interested in girls, I thought that maybe you are in similar way interested in boys. But soon it became clear that you weren’t. And it didn’t matter, Hampton, it didn’t matter then and it doesn’t now. Because you were there for me when I needed you. You helped me proved my innocence the day we met, you didn’t care I was a girl and treated me like equal, you liked hearing me swear when everyone told me it wasn’t “ladylike”. Hell, Hampton, you got in a fight because some jerk insulted me.”

“Fucking Victor Bennett.” He murmured and Madge laughed.

“Oh, fuck him. And you did punched him pretty good, for me. You covered for me every time I sneaked out to make out with a girl. You could even say you found me nice and wealthy husband.” She joked laughing again and Hampton smiled weakly. “My point is, Hampton, you were and still are there for me when I need you. And that’s really the only thing that matters. You are not broken simply because you lack in one area. You are not interested in relationship and sex with women and men the same way I am not interested in men. It doesn’t mean I am half broken and you are fully broken. It just means that our whole looks different.”

She finished talking but her eyes haven’t left his. Her gaze was intense and determined but Hampton could also see care and love in it. He knew that she wouldn’t let go until she got the message into his head.

“Our whole looks different.” He repeated slowly trying to fully embrace her words.

Madge smiled and nodded. She leaned to give him one more hug.

“Yes, it does. Now, do you want me to slowly and in detail explain to you the pretty girl or boy thing from the case?” She asked getting up and moved to fill their glasses.

“Yes, please. You have no idea how much it annoys I can’t solve this case. And could you, please, tell me what James meant when he said they weren’t thinking with their heads?”

She chuckled from the kitchen but shouted that she will. When she came back, she was also carrying a plate of chocolate cookies and Hampton thought that not understanding everything might not be that bad after all.

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As season one of Camlann ends tomorrow, I wrote a short fic with some sweet nice vibes, with special dedication to Angharad, the first among Morgan x Gwen stans. Enjoy everyone and good luck tomorrow!

Winter Help

When the group comes back from under the hill, there are chores and late winter preparations to do. When Gwen volunteers to help check the anti-faeries fence, how could Morgan say no? | 2,186 words Read below or click here to go on AO3

“I could go with you” said Gwen standing in the doorway.

She had this her typical expression on her face – the one saying that she needed to help, needed to do something, needed to be helpful. The one that made Morgan feel torn. She longed to say yes, so Gwen would go with her and they would spent time together, just the two of them. But she didn’t want to just use Gwen and made her do something just because she felt like she had to be useful to stay.

“Oh, you don’t have to. I can do it myself.” Morgan answered hoping that her voice did not betray how much she wanted woman to go with her. She leaned forward to put on the snow shoes and by that hide her face.

“I know that.” Gwen laughed and Morgan fumbled with her shoelaces. Oh, to hear that laugh more often. “You are the most capable person around. But I still would like to go. For company.”

Her voice sounded so sincere that all of Morgan’s hesitance melted away.

“If you want to spent the next hour or two freezing outside with me, who am I to forbid you?” She said trying to sound casual and sent Gwen a smile. She got a smile in return and her heart skipped a beat.

“Oh, it will be a true pleasure to freeze my ass with you.”

Gwen took the step forward and also started putting on her shoes. They dressed in silence but their arms touched from time to time in a small space next to the doors. Gel, who was calmly laying on the carpet, noticed what they were doing, quickly got up and went to wait for them at the door wiggling his tail with excitement.

When they were ready, Morgan took her tool bag and reached for the door. She didn’t even open them, when Perry peered into the room.

“Are you going to check the fance now? I was going to chop more wood for the fireplace but I will go with you.” They said coming closer.

“No!” Morgan answered so quickly Perry stopped in their tracks. She felt warm blush creeping on her cheeks. “I mean, there’s really no need for you to go with us, Perry. We are not going far and it’s just a routine check, it’s really not a three people job.”

She hoped her explanation sounded rational. Perry, as always, had a concerned look on their face and didn’t really look convinced. After a moment they sighed and reached for the walkie talkies laying on the shelf near the exit.

“At least take this and if anything happens or you will need help, call, okay?” They handed her one of the devices and didn’t let go until both of them agreed. “Okay, be careful and have fun.”

“We will.” Gwen assured opening the door. Gel run outside with an excited bark and bell on his collar ringing. They left and Morgan could still feel Perry’s worried look until the door closed. “It’s time for some girls time!”

Gwen smiled to her clearly not bothered by Morgan’s earlier fumbling and she felt the relief she didn’t mess everything up before they even stepped outside. She returned the smile because there was no other option than to do this, Gwen’s smiles always had something infectious in them.

The world around them looked beautiful. It snowed during night and everything was covered in fresh snow, completely untouched. All the trees and bushes had thick white layer on top of them shining lightly in the winter sun. On the ground there wasn’t a single footsteps or animal trace. The only sound was creaking of the snow beneath their boots and hum of the river nearby.

“Wow.” The faint word escaped Morgan’s mouth when she took in the whole view in front of her.

“Yeah.” Gwen’s voice was filled with the same wonder Morgan felt. She was speaking quietly as if afraid that even her words could ruin the scenery. “It looks like from a fairy tale.”

Exactly like from a fairy tale, Morgan thought and her wonder deemed a little. Just another aspect of the Cataclysm - fairy tale winters. This one at least looked pretty and, with a warm cabin behind their back, relatively harmless.

Gel didn’t really care about beauty of an untouched snow and was running with excitement far in front of them and then back. Big clouds of snow raised behind him and after a moment he had to stop to shake of the snow from his fur. Women laughed watching him.

Their small group was getting closer to the fence and from the quick look it seemed fine. No branches or trees fell on it and straight lines hang from one fance post to another unbroken.

“Okay, so what are doing now?” Gwen said without taking her eyes of the fence as if it could disappear suddenly.

Morgan grabbed the strap of her tool bag harder and shifted to her work mode.

„We need to check if all the wires are fine, if something is broken or detached. Generally, is everything in perfect condition like when we left it.”

They started to work in amiable silence. Morgan was checking all the hooks and nails on the fance posts and the posts themselves, meanwhile Gwen walked next to hanging wires inspecting their condition. She moved them lightly and big cloud of snow, which moment ago lay unbothered on them, lifted into the air. She laughed when it fell on her and the sound made Morgan looked up from her work.

“This one looks fine.” Gwen said noticing Morgan’s look and shook her head to throw off the snow from herself. Gel barked and shook his whole body with her. “Ha ha, just like that, Gel.”

Morgan turned back to the post. She could feel the itch in her hands to walk up to the woman and help her sweep the last of the snow from her eyelids.

Not the time for it, she thought and attempted to focus on her task. However, no matter how hard she tried, she continued to be extremely aware of woman’s presence. She heard the snow beneath her boots, her hand on the wires, rubbing of her jacket when she moved, muttering under her breath. Every time it seemed Gwen was not paying attention to her, she couldn’t stop herself from stealing a glance at her. It didn’t help at all with task at hand and Morgan found herself checking the same nail three times before finally moving on to another fence post.

They slowly made their progress. Morgan tried not to think that it would go faster if she wasn’t getting distracted by Gwen’s footsteps every other moment. At some point the sound started getting closer and closer and she held her breath, while still continuing to hammer the nail. Gwen leaned to her and gently touched her shoulder. Her hand with the hammer shook slightly when she looked at the woman. Her eyes seemed to shine in the winter sun. They were so close, she could see few perfect snowflakes caught in her eyelashes.

“Look.” Gwen whispered and pointed at something on the other side of the fence.

It took an immense willpower from her to look away at the thing Gwen was pointing at. Bush in front of them was shaking slightly. Morgan wanted to ask what she was supposed to see, when she noticed a movement near the ground. Small brownish head moved among lower branches and a moment later bird jumped from the bush with something in its beak. Another brown bird flew from the side to join it.

“Wrens.” Gwen whispered into her ear and she could hear an excitement in her voice. Smile immediately showed up on her lips.

They continued to watch birds looking for food in the bush. Gel, thankfully, was busy with digging a hole in the snow and didn’t notice the wrens. Gwen didn’t move even an inch away and her breath tingled Morgan’s ear. She didn’t move either.

At some point big pile of snow fell from the tree nearby and startled birds flew away.

They returned to their work but this time silence didn’t accompany them. Gwen told how her dad would watch birds outside their window and even had little birdwatching book next to it, in case he would see a bird he didn’t recognise. Morgan in return recalled the times she and Dai would go on hikes on weekends when student life seemed like too much. They would compete who would spot the coolest bird, the funniest tree or the most colourful bug. She instinctively smiled while talking about it - these quiet weekends always held special place in her heart. Her smile deemed when she remembered their recent argument.

Gwen probably guessed what she was thinking about and changed the subject. They quickly inspected the rest of the fence continuing to talk about one thing or another. Morgan was tightening the last wire around post fance when she hissed with pain.

“Everything alright?” Gwen was immediately next to her and grabbed her hand. Gel was right behind her and put his head on Morgan’s knees as if he too wanted to help.

“It’s just a cut.” Morgan said allowing woman to inspect her palm. Wire had to have a sharp end and cut the inside of her hand. “I’ll be fine, it’s nothing.”

The cut wasn’t deep and there wasn’t a lot of blood but Gwen still looked at it with her eyebrows furrowed as if it could be a life threatening injury.

“We should clean it up and put bandage on, just to be safe.” She decided after a moment.

She grabbed her uninjured hand and help her get up. Before Morgan had a chance to take her tool bag, she snatched it from the ground.

“It’s just a cut, I am still capable of carrying my things, you know.” Morgan commented but did not fight the woman for right to carry her bag.

“I know, however doctor’s orders say you shouldn’t.” Gwen said mimicking serious doctor’s tone. “Come on, let’s head back.”

They moved towards the cabin. Gel stayed close this time, still alerted by Morgan’s pain. She patted him behind ears with her uninjured hand and he wiggled his tail in response.

In no time they reached their destination. Gwen left the tool bag next to the door and helped Morgan take off her jacket. She dropped on the floor to untie her shoes. Morgan wanted to protest but before she even muttered a word, Gwen said simply but decidedly:

“Doctor’s orders.”

She looked up at her and send her a smile. Morgan was left speechless by how beautiful she was. They just returned from long walk in the cold winter, she wore a warm hat and scarf - by all logic she should look at least a little bit disheveled. But no, her hair were falling down in perfect locks on her shoulders, that weren’t ruined even by few strands wet from the snow. Light blush from the cold graced her cheeks. Some part of Morgan wanted to put the cause of it in Gwen’s royal privileges. But the other part thought, that Gwen would look just as beautiful, Cataclysm or not.

“Thank you.” She murmured, when Gwen finished and got up.

“Come on, we have to clean the cut now.”

They went to the kitchen. Morgan sat down, while Gwen went for the first aid kit. Gel came after them, turned around in place three times and lay down next to Morgan’s feet.

Gwen put the kit on the table and started cleaning the wound. She was extremely gentle, as if she was dealing with hurt, scared animal. Her movements were calm and precise, Morgan was mesmerised by them. Gwen put the bandaid and made sure it was straight. Morgan wanted to thank her, but before she had a chance to speak, Gwen brought her hand to her lips and gently, oh so gently, kissed the bandage.

“Here, it will heal in no time.” She said with a light smile and got up to clean the mess.

Morgan’s eyes followed her, breath caught in her throat. She instinctively brought her injured hand closer, still feeling the ghost of Gwen’s lips on it. If she could form a coherent thought, she would probably be thankful she could blame the blush on her face on the cold. But she couldn’t, so with red cheeks and parted lips she watched how Gwen started preparing them something warm to drink while that little kiss kept playing in her mind.

She finally broke away from her trance, when Gwen put a steaming cup in front of her.

“Is this also according to doctor’s orders?” She asked with a smile, when she smelled coffee. She brought the cup closer and warmed her hands on it.

“Of course, you have the best doctor.” Gwen sat next to her and put the puzzles they started doing earlier on the table.

“Yeah, I do.”

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To be seen or not to be seen

Ace Podcast Week, Monday: Cake & Garlic Bread | Seen Skip decided to make a small change in his appearance and was worrying if someone will notice it and what will happen then. | Mission Rejected (839 words)

Skip stared at the small object on his desk and fidgeted with his fingers. It wasn’t a big deal, right? No one would probably notice anything. He himself would probably notice if it involved someone else but only he was interested in dress code protocols. No one else would probably pay any attention to such a small detail. And even if someone did notice, it’s not like something bad would happen. It was just a ring after all. No big deal.

He reached his hands towards the ring and slowly slipped it on his middle finger. A simple black band of course fitted perfectly - Skip checked the size multiple times before he bought it. He extended his hand to look at it. It didn’t stand out that much. It was noticeable but it didn’t look out of its place. It looked like it belonged there.

Skip smiled. There’s nothing to worry about, it will be a good day.

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He played with the ring the whole way to the office. He put his hand in a pocket to stop the fidgeting while walking down the corridor to not draw attention to his hand. He gathered all his files needed for the today’s briefing and tried not think how the black band stood out next to white papers. He managed to reach the briefing room without convincing himself to take it off. Once he was inside and familiar hum of projector and smell of coffee surrounded him, he managed to calm down and welcomed his team with a smile.

Part of him was waiting for someone to make a comment about his ring, while he was talking about their tasks. He was thinking if anyone noticed it, when he was using his right hand to point things in the presentation or on the papers on the table. However no one said anything, no one made any comment. Good, he thought, exactly as I hoped.

He carried on with his day as usual deciding that he will not spend another minute thinking about it. He bumped into Bowden when he went to make himself a tea. Man was waiting for water to boil and they exchanged few words.

“Nice ring by the way.” Bowden said pointing at his hand. “Suits you.”

Skip was aware that Bowden might notice the ring as he always noticed most fashion changes any of them made. He waited for him to start some lecture about men’s jewellery or throw an anecdote about rings and some movie star, but Bowden only smiled at him and finished making his coffee. He left the room and Skip stared after him puzzled. He wasn’t sure how to interpret these words but Bowden’s smile seemed reassuring and honest. No matter if he actually knew the meaning behind the ring, it was nice to get a compliment on it.

Later he went down to the archives to get the document he was missing and ran into Gloria there. She was looking for a file from the same section, so they went to search together. He was skimming through folders, when Gloria spoke quietly:

“You know, we will support you, Skip, no matter what, right? We do care about you and nothing will change it. And definitely you don’t have to change. You are perfect as you are and you are valid and- Oh, there it is!” She took out the folder and opened it. “It’s empty?”

She sighed and went to the main the desk for help, leaving Skip once again staring. This time there was no question if she knew about the ring. She clearly understood the meaning. He should probably guessed that if anyone would get it, it would be Gloria - she did attend all tolerance and equality courses they had after all. And she didn’t care. Or rather she did care a lot but not in a judging way he was afraid about.

The rest of the day ran smoothly and the weight of the black band stopped being so noticeable. When Skip was finishing his last report, he heard his door opening.

“McGrath, what have I told you about proper protocols while entering my office?” He sighed without taking his eyes from the paper. There was only one person who didn’t bother with passcode or even knocking.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, enter code phrase here or whatever.”

He looked up at her ready (and happy) to remind her the proper code phrase that was in use today, but it wasn’t meant for him. McGrath put a cupcake on his desk and slid it towards him. It had four stripes of colourful frosting on it - black, grey, white and purple. The grey stripe was visibly mixed from black and white, and the purple one had still splashes of red and blue in it. However non of it matter for Skip, it was the most perfect cupcake he had ever seen.

“Happy Ace Week, Skip.” McGrath said with rare softness in her voice.

“Thanks, McGrath.”

Yes, it was a very good day.

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Day 6 of Podcast Girls Week: Crossover

Colette and Madge deserve a break from their boys and some bonding time together | The Kingmaker Histories x Fawx & Stallion (1,1 k words)

In life of every travelling merchant such as Winterlich and Iyer and Company comes a time when one have to leave known routes and towns and move further than usually. Iyer and Winterlich and Company in order to avoid all people they managed to piss off in last few months and actually do some business found themselves all the way in London. Eisen assured them that he has a safe job there with a nice big pay. He was right that there was a job. He was also right that a pay for it was nice and big. However he was extremely wrong saying that this job was in any way safe.

After they got almost killed five times in one afternoon (three times strictly job related, once because Eisen couldn’t restrain himself from gloating and once because Telesphore refused to crawl through sewers) they finally were back in their van. Colette immediately went to the bathroom to wash away all the disgusting substances she had to interact that day. When she came back to the kitchen, she saw Telesphore and Eisen arguing.

From their shouting and lively gesticulating she learned that Eisen (accidentally according to his many, many statements) took a dagger from the guy they earlier robbed. As they already taken cursed statue from him it wouldn’t be a problem but this dagger was made from rare radiating material that could be easily tracked by its owner. To not be killed by him they had to go back and return it before he realises it’s gone. For Colette it was the last straw that day. She was tired, hungry and not smelling as sewers for only five minutes. She didn’t want do go and do all of death avoiding again especially as she was the only one that didn’t put them in death threatening situation all day. She firmly said what she thought about whole this situation and left the van slamming the doors. Without looking behind her she went to find the nearest pub.

Colette sat down at the bar with a groan. She ordered a drink in the nicest tone she could which clearly indicated for the barkeeper to be quick and to not talk until completely necessary. As soon as glass was put in front of her she took a big sip. She put down the glass with such force that the drink almost splashed on the table.

“Boy’s problem?” Woman sat dawn next to her with understanding smile.

“Wouldn’t it be so much easier? Relationship problems seems like nothing compare to this.” Colette groaned and took another big sip.

“Oh, so it’s boys’ problem.” Woman said and her voice switched from charming to tired. Before Colette could ask anything she continued. “Problem with boy friends who can be very stubborn and very dumb.”

Colette looked at her like she hung moon in the sky.

“Yes! How did you know?”

“Takes one to know one.” She answered and ordered a drink. “So what did your boys do today?”

“Stole a radioactive dagger from one of the most powerful man in London after we spent whole afternoon trying to run away from him through sewers and now have to take it back before the guy finds us.” Colette didn’t even have an energy to lie.

Woman looked at her with great wonder. She nodded few times and took a big sip. Colette could see that a sentence she just spoken, while clearly making an impression, wasn’t something truly shocking for the woman.

“Okay, that’s something. Mine only got us thrown out from yet another restaurant after accusing the cook of being a serial killer.”

Collete laughed hearing her words. It was so nice to meet someone who not only didn’t judge but also actually understood her.

“I’m Madge by the way.” The woman introduced herself.

“Colette.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Colette. Can I buy you another drink?” Madge asked with charming smile.

On any other day Colette would be probably more cautious about drinking with stranger in a new city. That day however she couldn’t really care less.

“Yes, please.”

Madge and Colette spent a very lovely evening together. They shared stories about their boys and their adventures. They gave each other understanding and compassion only someone spending time with two friends prone to getting into troubles could give. Colette loved Eisen and Telesphore but it was so nice to talk to someone else who understood her profoundly. Madge was very nice and looked genuinely interested in everything she told her and smiled at her and had such a pretty laugh.

“London can be pretty dangerous at night.” Madge said when they were getting up to leave. “Let me walk you to your place.”

Colette didn’t oppose as she really enjoyed her company.

They walked after linking their arms (probably for support as they had few at the bar) and continued their conversation in hushed tone. When they were crossing one of the squares, they heard shouting nearby. Madge was about to pull Colette away from the noise but then she recognised one or even two voices.

“He’s the murderer! We caught the murderer!”

“Oy, you can call me many things but I am no murderer!”

“We saw you! You won’t escape this time!”

“This time? It’s the first time I see you in my life. And get your hands of me!”

“Oh no no no! You are not going anywhere!”

Madge suddenly came to a halt and looked at the commotion. Colette stopped in the middle of the sentence confused and stood next to her. She looked at Madge and then followed her gaze to the shouting group.

“These are my boys.” Madge pointed at two men arguing with third one and a police officer. “I’m curious who did they accuse of being a killer now.”

Before Colette could answer anything, the third man saw them.

“Colette! Oy, Colette! Tell them I haven’t killed anyone!” Eisen shouted waving his hands to get her attention.

“I think they accused one of my boys.” She said to Madge with an accompaniment of proud yelling of her boys. “The second one should be somewhere near.”

And as on cue Telesphore appeared right behind police officer and hit him with the wrench on his head. He fell unconscious on the ground. Five of them looked at him - Madge and his friends in pure shock, Eisen with a proud smile and Colette with tired expression.

“Good job, Telsy. Now let’s go, hurry up, Colette!” Eisen waved at her and run with Telesphore.

“You can’t escape! We caught you!” Shorter man screamed after fugitives. “James, Madge, come on, our killer is running away!”

Two men followed Eisen and Telesphore. Colette and Madge looked at each other, sighed and run after them shouting at them to stop.

#someone said the kingmaker histories x fawx & stallion crossover and i agree #the kingmaker histories #fawx & stallion #podcastgirlsweek #littleacebee writes

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littleacebee · 10 months

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All my fics for Podcast Girls Week are now available on AO3!

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Boys’ problems – Colette and Madge deserve a break from their boys and some time together | The Kingmaker Histories x Fawx & Stallion | 1,133 words

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Colors that mean me

Ace Podcast Week, Saturday: Celebration Walt gets an unexpected present for Spring Solstice from Violet which leads him to think about conversation from few months ago, newly learned word, the hidden meanings and community. The theme of tonight’s fanfic is colors. | Hello From The Hallowoods (3,102 words) Note: I am only finishing s2 of HFTH, so treat contents of fic accordingly.

Walt Pensive thought he should pay better attention to the dates. They were after all sometimes relevant to his work. And even if they weren’t he would be able to plan his visits to Scoutpost better. For example he wouldn’t came here, planning to use empty classroom to do some research comfortably and in silence, when the Spring Equinox was happening.

It was too late to turn his car around because Bern was waving at him from the wall. After he passed the gate, he saw the main area crawling with people.

“There goes my quiet research.” Walt murmured to himself hearing all the shouts from the outside.

He parked his van next to Scoutpost’s cars, took a deep breath to ready himself to face the crowd and left the car. He hasn’t had time to close the door behind him when voice reached his ears.

“Look who finally decide to show up!”

“It’s nice to see you too, Bern.” He said turning around to see woman walking towards him with a big smile on her smile. She reached out her hand to him and he shook it.

“Violet would be so disappointed if you didn’t came. You know how she loves having people around for celebrations.”

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Walt chose not to tell her that he came here that day on accident and only nodded.

“I’m glad I won’t disappoint her.”

He closed his car and let Bern led him towards preparation for later celebration. They talked briefly about Scoutpost’s defenses and unwanted guests outside its gates. Walt felt satisfaction and pride hearing that since his last visit they didn’t have any major disturbances. Their conversation was cut short when they entered the crowd in the courtyard.

“Walt!” Violet shouted and waved at him immediately. She patted pockets of her jacket and when she found what she was looking for, she moved towards them.

“Hello, Violet. All the ornaments look amazing.”

Violet moved her hand in dismissive gesture but big smile didn’t leave her face.

“We are doing our best. And the kids were so excited to help they couldn’t even sit through half of their classes.”

“As you mentioned it, could I use the classroom for a little bit of research before the evening if it’s already empty?” Walt decided to take the opening Violet gave him. He knew that he couldn’t skip evening celebrations but he might still do something earlier.

“Oh, of course. There might be a mess because kids literally ran from there when they saw us starting to prepare decorations.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t make them so amazing.” Bern teased and threw her arm around her wife.

Walt couldn’t not agree with her. People were still busy with decorating and it already looked impressive. Strings with colorful flags were hang up on the fronts of the buildings and between them. The flower motifs on the big banner with “Spring Solstice” written on it were still being finished but every person who was passing by shot a glance at it curiously and immediately smiled. Scraps of fabric were assembled to look like flower and leaves and now a small group with help of a lot bigger group of kids was hanging them around. The courtyard was also slowly filling with chairs and other sits for tonight’s celebration.

“It’s truly impressive, Violet.” Walt said and smiled to the woman. “It will be pleasure as always to celebrate with you tonight. But now excuse me, I have some work to do.”

He was about to turn around when Violet stop him with her hand on his arm. He looked at her with a question on his face.

“Thank you for being around, Walt. And for coming today.” Violet reached out a hand with a small object wrapped in paper in it towards him.

His eyes moved from the woman to the bundle and then back to her. He was vaguely aware of gift giving customs in Scoutpost but till now he never really was a part of it.

“Oh, you didn’t have to, really.” Walt said quietly and didn’t have a chance to add anything else.

“Nonsense!” Violet exclaimed and practically showed the package into his hands. “You help us so much, way more than we pay you. And you are member of this community if you like it or not.”

“I wouldn’t argue with her. Especially when she’s right.” Bern added and laughed when Violet shoved an elbow in her side.

Walt looked at the little bundle in his hands. The wrapping was hold together by some intricate way of folding the paper. Beneath it he could feel something soft. If he had to guess, he would say it was one of the famous handmade objects made by Violet.

“Thank you very much. It really means a lot.” He looked up at the women and put a hesitant smile on his face. “I’m sorry, I don’t have anything for you.”

“Oh, don’t trouble yourself with that. Just give me a hug and promise to tell some interesting stories to the kids later. You know how much they love it.” Violet opened her arms and Walt hugged her gently. Woman didn’t hold back and almost crushed his ribs in embrace.

“Will do.” He promised when he was free again.

“We start when it’s getting dark.” Violet added when he was turning around. “Don’t be late!”

Walt walked back to his car and when he reached it, he curiously looked at the object in his hands. He opened the paper, careful to not damage contents and inside he saw a pair of hand knitted socks. He gently touched them as if he was afraid of ruining them. They were nice under his touch, clearly made with care and skill. Four colors created the same pattern on both of them - black, grey, white and purple. Violet truly did an amazing job. He felt light sting in his chest thinking about how she put even more effort into them by using multiple colors. They definitely had more important things to use colored yarn for and yet she still made him colorful socks.

After a moment of consideration he decided to hide them in his bag. He probably should put them with the rest of his clothes but he felt it would be a little disrespectful to just leave them like that. It wouldn’t be appropriate to the gesture. And it’s not like there was someone to judge him if he wanted to be able to look at them from time to time to appreciate what Violet have done for him.

He took his bag out of the car and rummaged inside looking for some loose books. With arms full of them he moved towards the classroom. In the few minutes his trip to the car took the courtyard filled even more with people helping with decorations or simply admiring them. The banner was finished and Violet was getting on the ladder to hung it up while laughing Bern cheered on her. Walt maneuvered in the crowd trying not to drop any book and finally reached the classroom.

Like Violet said, kids had to run out from there in a hurry because many books were still laying open on the table. Before sitting down Walt decided to clean them up and put them on teacher’s desk to not disturb whatever cataloging system they had on their shelves. He left his stuff in the only empty space on the table and started to pick abandoned books, pencils and papers. Scoutpost classroom was usually clean space and its current state was telling a lot about the excitement felt by their usual occupants.

He took another book into his hands when something inside caught his attention. The book was small and colorful with typical thick pages. On the open one there was a person holding big flag in their hands. The text above them read in big bulky letters: “I am asexual!”

Walt stopped what he was doing and looked intensely at the page. His attention was held by the colors of the flag and text – black, grey, white, purple. The colors he already saw today.

He left books he was gathering moment ago and still holding children book he went back to his things. He put down the book to look through his bag. However his eyes didn’t left the page for a moment. His hands touched something soft and he immediately took out a pair of colorful socks. He laid them next to the open book and looked from one item to another. The flag - black, grey, white and purple. The socks - black, grey, white and purple.

“Asexual.” He read slowly pronouncing every syllable. It did end up being the only time he pronounced it correctly. He traced the letters with his finger and thought about conversation he had with Violet some time ago.

It was late at night. They were sitting near the fire waiting for Bern to finish checking up on the gates before they go to their rooms. Violet was telling some sweet stories about how she and Bern became a couple and their first dates. And then she asked him if he had someone. Normally Walt would give a short answer and change the subject. Normally he wouldn’t engage in this conversation any further. But on the nights like this, when cold seeped into his bones and dark seemed push onto him, he missed Daphne a little bit more. The dull tightness in his chest throbbed with renewed pain and Violet was looking at him genuinely interested and he thought that she would understand. So he told her about Daphne.

He told her how they met in a dinner she worked in. How her smile lit up any room she was in and even black rains didn’t seem so dark when she laughed. That she would put an extra pancake on his order and joke “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”. That she understood him better than anyone he had ever met, sometimes even better than him. That she never pressured him to be someone he wasn’t. He didn’t tell her how he was too late to save her but he guessed Violet knew anyway.

“This your Daphne sounds like a lovely person.” She said with a smile when he finished.

“She really was. I doubt I will ever meet someone like her again.” He sighed. The pain in his chest weakened with every word of his story but didn’t die out entirely.

Violet turned her head to look at him and a curious spark lit up in her eyes.

“Oh, are you looking for someone? Because if you do, I have to tell you I am a pretty good wingman.” She send him a charming smile and moved her brows up and down. He chuckled seeing her expression.

“I don’t doubt that.” He assured her. Here came the part that was harder to tell people. Not like talking about the dead lover was easy – but in the times when everyone lost someone in more or less horrific circumstances, it was easier for people to understand it, there was a grim mundanity in talking about lost ones. But talking about dating and relationships in the future, more precisely talking about Walt’s attitude towards dating and relationships, that was harder – for him to articulate it, for people to understand. “But it’s a… It’s a little bit more complicated than looking or not looking.”

Violet’s eyes haven’t left him. She once again had that understanding look on her face.

“I don’t want to make you talk about something you don’t want to. But if someone can understand complicated, I am this person or at least I will try.”

It was tempting to tell her everything. Violet was a person known for her openness after all. She might be the person able to understand his complicated.

Walt took a deep breath and started once again from Daphne. They weren’t the most physically affectionate couple. They would kiss occasionally, mostly as a good morning or as a goodbye. They would hold hands during walks before the black rains started and cuddle while watching movies. That was mostly it for a long time and Walt was happy and satisfied with how things were. Then, one evening, they were laying together on a couch and Daphne was moving her fingers up and down his arm. She asked him if he wouldn’t like to move to the bedroom. When he questioned if she was tired and wanted to go to sleep, she laughed sweetly and hid her face in his chest.

“I was trying to propose to have sex, Walt.” She said with a light blush on her cheeks seeing his confused expression. His mouth formed a silent “oh” and that got him one of her lovely smiles in response. “But we don’t have to do anything, if you don’t want to.”

He knew she meant it so he told her how he truly felt. The whole honeymoon stuff never really registered on his radar or interested him at all. It wasn’t even that he actively didn’t want to, it was just outside his thoughts all the time and when he was faced with it, it felt out of place and unexpected. But if sex was something she was interested in, he could go with it. He got a tired look from her after he said a last part.

“If you don’t want it, I don’t want it either.” She said in a tone ending all discussion. Then she make him promise. If his attitude towards sex ever changes, one way or another, he would tell her and they would talk about. And unless it happens, the whole thing is consider closed and put away. “No more “if you want to, i can do it for you”, you get it?”

Walt promised.

Nothing changed after that. Daphne would kiss him on his cheek when he was leaving the dinner, he would embrace her while she was cooking. They would cuddle in their bed and in the morning she smiled at him as brightly as always. Walt of course thought about the whole sex thing from time to time, but he didn’t reach any conclusion. Daphne looked as happy with him as before so he let the whole thing go and decided that it will be what it will be. Then Daphne was gone and he never found someone who would cause him to think about it again.

Walt finished talking, his eyes fixed on a fire.

“So, you are like asexual.” Violet said after a moment.

He looked up at her confused. Such short and simple answer wasn’t what he was expecting.

“Ase- what?” He didn’t know what she was talking about.

“Asexual.” She repeated with a small smile on her lips. “Someone who doesn’t feel sexual attraction. Sex is not really it for them.”

Walt listened to her words curiously. There was something oddly familiar in them.

“Oh, I guess, I guess it fits.” He said hesitantly and chuckled. “Huh, didn’t even know there was a word for that.”

“Turns out people before us had a very similar feelings and experience and created a words to describe them.”

They were interrupted when Bern came into the lighting shaking from the cold. She complained about the weather and Violet told her “I told you to wear warmer jacket”. The topic changed quickly and Walt hadn’t really thought about their conversation since then.

Now he was sitting in the empty classroom with children book and four-color socks in front of him. The book was a relic from the world that no longer existed – where people didn’t have to focus on survival and had time to match labels to flags and colors. He never took part in it, not thinking then that he could have his own colors somewhere in the rainbow. But he did. Violet showed it to him. She knew he would probably not recognize the colors, but she used them anyway. Because there were colors that meant him, that symbolized his experience, that he shared with a community. She went out of her way, just in case if he one day recognized them, he would know she understood.

Walt gently moved his fingers on the handmade material and looked out the window. Violet was shouting at Bern to stop laughing and help her with the banner. The kids were running around, probably causing more trouble than help, but no one seemed to mind. Someone started humming some melody and more people were picking it up.

He took a deep breath, tucked all his belongings in the corner away from prying eyes and went outside.

“Need help with that?” He shouted stepping next to the ladder Violet was standing on.

“Oh, thank you, Walt. Yes! Someone else here is very unhelpful.” Woman shot her wife treating look that didn’t have any real anger behind it and got only another chuckle in response.

Walt help her put up the banner and then arrange chairs. He wasn’t at all late to the celebrations as he haven’t left the courtyard. Bern made sure he kept his promise regarding telling stories to the children. They all seemed extremely transfixed by his words and were complaining loudly when their parents said that it was enough for one night.

Before he went to the guest room Violet insisted he took for the night, he stopped next to her.

“I just wanted to thank you once again for a present. It really means a lot.”

Tiredness was creeping on her face slowly but her eyes were shining with happiness.

“I’m glad you like it. And I really meant it – you are part of this community.” She pointed a finger in his chest and he nodded in response knowing that arguing will not achieve anything. He also didn’t feel like opposing at the moment.

“And I wanted to thank you for the other night, when you-, well when you understood me.” He said quietly. “And the whole ahsexual thing."

Big smile showed up on Violet’s face and it was obvious she got that he learnt the meaning behind the colors of the socks. She went to hug him tightly and Walt reciprocated the gesture.

“You are welcome. And if you ever want to talk with someone, I am always here.”

He thanked her again and went to his room.

Later when Walt was falling asleep, pair of hand knitted socks laid on top of his bag ready to be worn the next day.

#writing a fic about new fav character from the podcast I haven't finished yet bc who will stop me #ace podcast week #hello from the hallowoods #hfth #littleacebee writes

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Day 3 of Podcast Girls Week: Angst or Fluff. Pick your poison.

I.M.O.G.E.N. helping Hartro with important presentation as any AI definitely would

Hartro took a deep breath. She had to do a vey important presentation in front of Managers Committee and her preparations weren’t going as good as she wanted. Durek, one of her supervisors, told her recently that even though her 3D designs and creative drawn boards are very unique, it’s not necessarily what Managers Committee might want to see. So she decided to try and do simple digital presentation. Of course it wasn’t going as smoothly as she hoped and now she had barely started presentation and only few more hours to finish it.

“Everything is going to be alright.” She muttered to herself trying not to fall into despair.

She saw out of the corner of her eye her art supplies. Oh, she could see in her mind the colourful board she could make for this occasion. She could even use colour changing glitter she haven’t had chance to use yet.

“No. I will do this.” She stated firmly focusing on screen in front of her. Empty slide stared at her mockingly and she stared back at it with anger.

“Your order has arrived.” I.M.O.G.E.N. said suddenly and delivery tube opened with a quiet ping.

“I haven’t ordered anything.” Hartro said confused.

She walked to the delivery tube and took out a big package. She carefully opened the box worrying if Trexel didn’t finally decide to take revenge on her for restricting him from Cosmic Lounge. She found inside colourful markers, glue, tapes in different patterns (including one with little charts), feathers, Stellar Firma logo confetti and much more.

“I.M.O.G.E.N. I don’t remember ordering this.” She said looking further into the package and seeing more and more art supplies. “Also I thought I already used all my cards for- Oh my Board, is it limited edition Stellar Firma kit for making charts? Oh, I always dreamed about it.”

She picked up a small box and looked at it with complete adoration on her face.

“It will perfect for my presentation! The Committee has never seen a chart so perfect!”

Hartro moved towards her desk with new found energy. However her enthusiasm disappeared as soon as she saw screen of her computer.

“Ah, yes, no chart drawing for this one.” She could feel bitter taste of disappointment in her mouths.

She sat down on the chair with a heavy sigh and put chart making kit on the side.

“Employees of Stellar Firma are required to use ordered supplies in order to not waste company’s assets. Why are you not using them?” I.M.O.G.E.N. asked.

“First, I didn’t order them. And second, I have to make this presentation in digital format like everyone else.” Hartro sighed and send a longing look at art supplies.

“Managers Committee always complains how every presentation is exactly the same. It happens so often they actually created a game to check how many times they see the same thing. It is very entertaining to change their game and see if they notice anything. So far no one did.”

Hartro raised her head interested. Art supplies looked more and more tempting.

“But Durek said they won’t like colourful board.” She said with a hint of sadness in her voice.

“Durek got a lowest rate in his time. Twice. I would advise any aspiring Line Manager not to trust him about this presentation.”

Hartro looked at the screen and plain boring slides. Then she turned to chart making kit on her desk and box of art supplies. She could feel fresh motivation running through her. Her mind was bursting with new ideas incorporating new supplies.

“Okay, it’s time to do it Hartro style!” She exclaimed and left computer behind.

“Playing Hartro Straight To The Top Playlist.” I.M.O.G.E.N. spoke one last time and office was filled with sound of paper, markers, glitter and energetic music.

#may i present you some hartro & imogen besties feelings #compulsory film appreciation give me feelings about these two so i pass them further #podcastgirlsweek #stellar firma #stellar firma fic #rusty quill #littleacebee writes

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