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Always Gold || Milo & Luci
TIMING: Late September
LOCATION: UMWR
PARTIES: Milo (@escudofracturado) & Luci (@luci-in-the-stars)
SUMMARY: After a failed attempt at dorm living, Luci enlists Milo's help in moving out.
CONTENT WARNINGS: Sibling death tw
Luci had -admittedly - lasted longer in the dorm than Tia thought she would. She was pretty sure if Ingrid hadn’t absolutely hated her. Since she moved in she seemed to think Luci was a freak of nature and someone that should be removed from the school. It was probably all of the notebooks -or how Luci talked. Maybe she hadn’t liked Snow? It wasn’t something that was wholly new to her, a lot of people off the bat didn’t like her in school for some reason or whatever, but she had hoped it would be different here. So while the administration had been willing to work with her - even offering to move her in a few weeks- Luci was fairly sure that just getting the waiver to move off campus would keep her from walking on eggshells. She needed space for alchemy and honestly, dorms made her sad.
Besides, while she liked school and went to all of her classes she didn’t spend much of her time on campus now anyway and she didn’t think it would change. So, she had hopped on to the apartment listing and had been excited to get the okay to move. Luckily Ingrid had spent the last few days just ignoring Luci instead of wanting to get her expelled or something. Still, it hadn’t stopped Luci from purposefully moving her bed frame an inch to the left hopefully causing her to trip.
Still, as she waited for her brother she sighed at how quickly she had to pack up her things again. Poking her figures through Snow’s carrying case to pet her white fur as she waited. “It’s okay Snow. Wynne is super nice and you’ll have more space there. Milo will be here soon,” Luci said reassuring her familiar who seemed more nervous than she was. She should have gotten a carrot for her.
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It had only been a matter of time before something happened. Milo loved his sister, and he would do anything for her, but between her curiosity and her difficulties with reading people, she did tend to find herself in some chaotic situations. Granted, it usually wasn't a huge deal, and she almost always managed to get away with it, too. Couldn’t be him. But still, he worried. Especially here.
He knew he needed to chill out, though, that he was making things weird between them, but how could he? Milo was the one who ruined everything and landed them here, and he knew he really shouldn't be around anyone like this— he was dangerous. However, Luci had come to find him anyway. And it wasn’t like he wanted to be alone, either. He wanted to protect everyone from himself, but he was too much of a coward, too selfish. He wasn’t able to just be alone with his thoughts, with himself, so he had managed to make some friends here. And he wanted to have a relationship with his sister. Aside from their aunt, they were all each other had now…
These days all he wanted was to lie face down on the floor of his room and never get up. But his sister needed help moving, so floor time would have to wait til later.
By the time he arrived at UMWR, Luci was already there waiting for him, of course. “Too cool for school dorms?” he asked in place of a proper greeting. Bending over, he looked into the carrier with a smile. ”Hi, Snow.“
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Luci was still a little surprised seeing her brother now even when she tried to hide it looking over her shoulder as he approached. It was a bit odd - something that she couldn’t quite describe other than feeling off. Normally she might have asked Milo if he knew what she was feeling, but that seemed a little - rude at the moment.
Instead she snorted, rolling her eyes at the notion and said, “I’ve never been too cool for anything, Milo. Ingrid though - um yeah she didn’t like me much.” She shrugged slightly, not at all bothered by the dislike even if it meant she had to move out of the dorms. It wasn’t the first time that someone hated her instantly and while she ought to feel sad about it she couldn’t. It was inevitable, and Luz just didn’t feel the need to keep energy on it. “I didn’t cause any fires this time at least right? Just me being a freak this time, I guess.”
She let him see Snow, the little Jackalope’s eyes looking curiously at the other spellcaster and moving to get a pet instantly calm with two de la Vega’s around. It didn’t surprise Luci, and instead made her smile slightly. “I think that’s a hi from Snow. For the record, she didn’t like Ingrid much either. First night she tried to get Snow kicked out - but luckily I had some paperwork.” She had forged the paperwork months ago and the University had sided with her on that one. “I managed to get it all down here while she was out. - Um, we should probably leave quickly though. I don’t think she’s smart enough to realize what I did, but still. ” It was mostly because she had threatened Snow. Familiars shouldn’t be apart from their person.
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He could feel the awkward tension in the air, hanging over the interaction. His lips curled up into a smile as he managed to pull a laugh out of her, but there was still that feeling of uneasiness churning in his stomach. There were so many things that they had been purposely ignoring, leaving unsaid, and they hung heavily between the two siblings, creating a distance that had never been there. Not to this extent, at least. Never to this extent. But he tried his best to ignore it, to be the person— the brother— he had once been.
He frowned as his Luci mentioned her ex-roommate. “Well, fuck Ingrid, then.”
It was good to hear that she hadn’t started any fires, but his brows furrowed as she called herself a freak. “You’re not a freak, Luz. Did she say that?” Had his sister been getting bullied by her roommate? She didn’t seem bothered, but still the idea worried and saddened him. Milo had dealt with enough shitty kids back in school to know how vicious people could be, how painful it could be to hear the same hurtful words thrown at you over and over.
It was nice to see Snow again, and to see that she was still comfortable enough with him to demand pets. Despite his worries, it brought a small smile to his face. He, of course, obliged to her demands, though he looked up with a scoff when his sister continued to tell him about Ingrid.
“For real, though, fuck her,” he repeated, shaking his head. Giving the jackalope a last pet for sensing the girl’s bad vibes and watching out for Luz, he finally stood. They probably should start moving, but she shouldn’t have to rush just because her roommate was an asshole. “But, like, what’s she gonna do? You’re already leaving. Also, I can go up if you missed anything,” he offered.
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Luci sighed a little at his response, shrugging and responding, “ I don’t - language, Milo. You don’t have to curse even if she wasn’t really nice.” It was partially to hide that she was annoyed by her former roommate. She had hoped to find a friend in her, but that had been pretty clearly not something the other had wanted. She hadn’t realized he would pick up the language either.
At the question she shrugged, going to pick up the backpack that she had put between her feet. “Does it matter? I don’t have to talk to her again,” Luci said finally knowing that it was fair enough. She’d never really been considered particularly normal, and she didn’t really care much about it before. Sure, she wanted friends here in Wicked’s Rest, but she would survive without them if she had too.
While repeating the words she tried to not laugh, thinking that it was a little silly. “Oh I don’t think she can do anything to me, to be fair. I just don’t want to be here when she realizes I moved everything just slightly off kilter - or maybe the fact that she shouldn’t have been copying my old chemistry notes if she wasn’t going to be particularly nice - I think the midterm was a week ago? She should get the results now-” She said it matter of factly, knowing that she probably did tank her grade.
At the offer of getting anything she missed she shook her head and said, “No, I was careful and I have everything packed and labeled even.” Luz didn’t have much - it hadn’t been easy to get to Wicked’s Rest, and she hadn’t been interested in bringing everything she owned, figuring that she could gather things as she lived here in the next four years. So everything had pretty much fit in the couple of suitcases she’d arrived with, plus a few ikea bags she’d managed to borrow last minute. She had already sent a few boxes to the apartment thinking it would be easier than lugging them there, and had a few things waiting for her anyway.
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“Sorry, sorry,” he said, raising his hands in surrender. Milo’s filter was not the best. He didn’t like insulting people with curses, but he was terrible at keeping his language ‘clean.’ At work, he could mostly keep it in check, but anywhere else? All bets were off. Especially with people he felt comfortable around. And despite the weirdness, Luci was still someone he felt comfortable with— she was his sister, after all. He tried to respect her non-cursing, but he also just really wanted to hear her curse? Also, like, for real though, fuck Ingrid.
He watched her reach for her bag, frowning at the response (or the lack of a response, he supposed. But that felt like an answer itself.) He had fixed his face by the time she looked his way again, but the feeling of frustration and worry continued to swirl around in his gut. “Yeah, that’s fair, I guess,” Milo replied, dropping the subject. He didn’t want to push it– he couldn’t, not with the way things were between them.
It startled a laugh out of him, Luci’s admission. “F– reaking amazing,” he laughed, catching himself. Man, he’d missed her. Shoving down the sudden guilt and sadness, Milo tried his best to focus on the amusement and fondness in that present moment. Luci was brilliant, and she should not be messed with.
And of course she had thought to label and pack everything, he wasn’t surprised. Still, he had moved a few times now, and he always managed to miss Something. “Figured. But, you know, if you need it, offer stands,” he shrugged.
But it was time to do the actual moving, so Milo grabbed some Ikea bags, letting out a small ‘oof’’ as he stood up. They were heavier than expected, weighed down by her books, probably. “How many books do you have in here?”
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Luci snorted not believing for a second he’d actually be able to keep himself from cursing. She loved her brother, and knew him well enough that it would only take a few minutes before it happened again. It was something she had oddly missed, although she wasn’t going to encourage it either. Snow was there after all, and her little ears shouldn’t have to hear curses.
He didn’t used to let her get away with non answers, but she supposed now most of their relationship seemed to be dancing around answers. If she was braver about it she might have called him out on it, instead she just secured her backpack on herself and grabbed one of the suitcases to push Snow safely under her arm.
Luci couldn’t help the grin hearing Milo laughing and stuttering out a fake curse. It was nice to hear, and while she wouldn’t say she was especially funny it was something that always made her feel better. Mostly, Milo had a habit of laughing with her, not at her, and it was something that after she noticed had made her want to say more and more outrageous things.
Luz nodded, starting to move the suitcase with a nudge. Hearing him picking up the bag she gave a chagrined look at being caught. “Uh - well define what a book is. If it’s a finished volume, only five, if you mean journals too - twenty between the two bags. Sorry I can trade you for Snow if you want for one of them.”
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This felt good. Even if it didn’t feel totally right, even if they were ignoring both of the very large elephants in the room. He wanted things to be okay so badly. Nothing was, but for a moment it felt like it could be. Luci was smiling and laughing, and the tension? It didn’t feel Quite so heavy. It certainly wasn’t as heavy as the twenty whole ass journals that Luci had packed away.
���okay, he was being a little dramatic, they weren’t that heavy, but it was heavier than he had been expecting. Milo shook his head, grinning at her reply. “And how many did you have when you got here?” he asked, wondering just how many she had managed to finish in the span of a month. It always astounded him how quickly she could go through notebooks, how she managed to write so much, how she always managed to find so much to write about. It was like how she processed the world, made sense of it, being an observer. And it was interesting to him, to see how his sister’s mind worked, how she looked at things.
He supposed it wasn’t Totally different to how his mind worked, especially these days when he didn’t really feel like he was in his body most of the time. His emotions were trapped, muted, behind a glass wall most of the time, and there were times he literally felt like his being was a few inches to the right, clipping through his body. Didn’t that sorta make him an observer too?
Still, he’d always worried the habit could keep her from fully being present, keep her from fully enjoying or experiencing things. Not to mention people being dicks about anyone doing stuff that was outside the norm. But he wasn’t being very present at that moment.
“Nah, you’ve got her,” he said, waving her off. But he continued with the bit because he had to. “I’ll just suffer.”
It was very extra.
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At the question Luci raised one of her eyebrows in fake thought as she said, “Well I brought six that were half finished, and five that weren’t started yet. There was a sale. I got the rest here. Mostly because everything here is pretty fascinating. Did you know there’s statues that people say can see you too? I don’t know if I believe that, but wouldn’t that be interesting.” She had one she hadn’t touched - the one that Gen had given her last Christmas that for some reason she couldn’t seem to write in. She hadn’t quite figured out why, but that one wasn’t in the bags anyway.
She kept that in her backpack, if only to keep it out of any official counts. Stretching her arm slightly she said, “A few of them are from my job actually. Vera has a lot of instructions so I’m making sure to write them all down. It’s actually pretty helpful.”
Writing had always been easier for her to gather her thoughts, and while she was pretty comfortable typing there was something to physically writing things down that had always helped her. That and she had a habit of mixing little technical diagrams next to things. It felt like something an Alchemist should be good at. After all, her magic was pretty much a form of writing at the end of the day. It was also her way of making sure not to miss little things about people, to understand why they were doing what they were. What if she didn’t notice something and it turned out to be important?
At the comment of suffering Luci chuckled and said, “Your sacrifice has been noted. I appreciate the help, and for the record so does Snow.”
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It was so many notebooks, he could never. And he definitely couldn’t manage six at once. If anything, there would be one, and it would be So Messy.
The town was definitely fascinating. However, that wasn’t the first word he would use to describe it. And at the mention of the statues, Milo froze for a moment. “Yeah, I– Watcher’s Way, right?” he asked. But he already knew exactly what she was talking about. “They’re creepy as fuu–dge,” he finished, nodding. “Creepy as fudge.” Censoring himself only made it sound silly, but that was probably for the best. Also for the best? Changing the topic.
“Oh, yeah?” he asked, grateful to talk about literally anything else. “How’s that been going, by the way? What’s Vera got you doing over there?” While he’d been to the magic shop before, he wasn’t sure how much Actual Magic they had going on over there.
…he’d really been doing a piss poor job at what he’d come to this stupid town to do. But he had to work and that often sapped up all of his energy. Sometimes he wasn’t sure how he worked up the energy to drag his ass out of bed. However, being around other people helped him get out of his head for a few hours, which was something. His head wasn’t a super fun place to be, after all.
In response, he gave her a two finger salute before reaching for the other suitcase. “Of course,” he shrugged. “You know I’d do anything for you, kid.” It didn’t matter if things were weird between them, Milo would always be willing to help his sister.
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“Hm, I think so. I’d have to check,” Luci said as he asked where the statues were. She had written it down somewhere, but she didn’t want to get it wrong. At his attempt to not curse an eyebrow went up, a part of her wanting to make fun of him but nevertheless holding her tongue. After all, she had to give him something.
“My job? It’s okay. Mostly it’s just working in the front and helping customers. Vera gives me little projects to do though so that’s nice.” She didn’t add the fact that most of the little projects ended in failure, of her getting something wrong. Vera was still pretty nice about all of it though. Chalking it up to Luci’s age and not something being wrong. Alchemist had to start somewhere after all, and well even when her magic wasn’t fighting her it wasn’t as if Luci’s experiments always went well anyway. “How’s your work going? Still have birds around?”
Luci nodded at the sentiment, even if it felt a bit heavy in the air. She believed him, that he would help her through most everything. It was the bits on the outskirts that made her pause most though. That maybe he would try and help, but he couldn’t do everything. It was like when people say the day they saw their parents as humans with flaws and not superheroes - she couldn’t quite picture it with their parents but she did with Milo and Gen.
“I know,” Luci still ended up saying out loud, as if maybe the both of them needed to hear it. “That’s why I called. Well that and I really didn’t want to do it alone. Also so you could meet Arden and maybe Wynne if they're off work.”
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“Well, either way, Watcher’s Way? Zero out of ten, do not recommend. It’s giving weeping angels,” Milo offered in lieu of any actual explanation. Just thinking about the odd experience with the then googly eyed statues felt unsettling.
“Ah, customer service,” he sighed with a smile. It was probably difficult for Luci— hell, it was difficult for him, and he was usually good with people. There were just some incredibly rude and unpleasant people in the world, unfortunately. “But it sounds pretty cool aside from that– you love a good project.”
At the mention of birds, he shook his head, “Always with the birds. They’ve been getting kinda rowdy recently, I dunno what’s up with that.”
“But, aside from those little narcs, it’s chill,” he shrugged. He liked his job well enough. “My manager’s a bit too serious, but my coworkers are mostly okay. And customers aren’t usually a problem— see a lot of the same art students and the seniors from the knitting circle at the community center.” They always asked about his projects and gushed about whatever they were currently working on or planning, and it was very sweet.
“Plus, always some cool local art,” he added with another shrug. He’d been thinking about his job more recently, about what he wanted to be doing, if he should just go work at the Sugar Pot with Alistair. It would be a good environment, and he got along quite well with the older spellcaster, but that was part of his reservations. As much as he said otherwise, Milo was sure he’d bother the man if he was around him constantly. Always too much, but simultaneously not enough. He’d ruin it somehow because he ruined things…
But he tried to shove that aside for now.
Luci had called him because she didn’t want to have to move all by herself. She knew he would help, would be there for her, would want to meet her new roommates and make sure she was safe in her new apartment. That was good. That made him feel good. Despite it all, she still trusted him, and that made his chest ache something awful.
They would be okay …could be okay. He could do his best to pick up the pieces and try to be a good brother for her.
For as long as she would let him, at least.
“Oh, I know Wynne a little!” He said, perking up. “But it’d be good to meet ‘Arden,’ and just see the place, yeah.” He had to look out for her, after all.
#sibling death tw#writing#wickedswriting#collab#luci in the stars#wr luci#i won't let go of your hand; luci
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TIMING: Early October
LOCATION: Worm Row
PARTIES: Emilio (@mortemoppetere), Wynne (@ohwynne), Arden (@stainedglasstruth), & Luci(@luci-in-the-stars) Ft Archie & Sawyer
SUMMARY: The residents of Worm Row wake up to find themselves trapped inside their building.
CONTENT WARNINGS: Alcoholism TW
It actually took him a few moments to notice the blacked out windows. Call it denial, blame it on the hangover, do whatever, but when Emilio first wandered into his living room, he hadn’t taken note of the fact that there was no sun streaming in through the glass. It wasn’t until he’d clipped the leash on Perro and started preparing him for a morning piss break that he noticed it. He went to glance outside, to take note of the weather, and… goo. Covering his window, blocking out the sun. He walked into the bedroom, checked that window. More of the same. Out into the hall, to the dingy window at the end of it that usually looked out into the god-awful sights of Worm Row, and more inky blackness stared back.
He wasn’t the only one in the hall. Jeff was pacing, muttering to himself. Emilio caught only a few words of it, but enough to know that the situation in his neighbor’s apartment was the same. Which meant the building was covered on at least three sides. Emilio closed his eyes for a moment, sighing heavily.
Steeling himself, he crossed the hall to the apartment next to Jeff’s, knocking on the door. When it opened, he wasted no time getting to the point of things: “There’s goo.”
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When Wynne woke and there was no sunlight streaming through their windows, they thought perhaps they had woken up much too early, before the sun had risen. One look on their phone confirmed, however, that though they had woken a little early it was definitely past sunrise.
They got up to open their curtains, to greet the day as they always did and saw … black. Not the kind of black that came from the night, but absolute, complete pitch-black. Wynne stared at it, at their blinking reflection that looked back at them and wasn’t really sure what to do about it. They turned around, out into the hall, the kitchen – same thing – and looked to see if they could find any of their roomates.
They were about to knock on Arden’s door when there was a knock at the front door and so they moved over, opening the door, still in their pyjama. Emilio greeted them, though not really, and told them matter-of-factly what it was they’d been staring at. “Goo?” They looked at the window over their shoulder. “I thought maybe the sun had gone out.”
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He was not asleep as the sun disappeared from the cracks in closed blinds, but he wasn’t quite awake, either. It was the pressure of dull claws and a paw on his thigh that broke the trance he’d fallen into, and Archie straightened suddenly in the seat taken on the sofa. It took him another moment to clock what Wade was trying to tell him.
Perhaps it was the remaining fog inside his skull, but Archie couldn’t wrap his head around any of this, and he was forced into fight or flight. He chose the latter. In his panicked disconnect to himself, Archie scooped up his ninety pound dog with odd ease and bolted out his front door. Did he lock it behind himself? Of course not. He ran to the stairs and down a floor, in search of any of the residents he’d come to know over the past months. Even if they didn’t know anymore than him, maybe they could think for him.
Archie burst through into the hallway, Wade still in his arms. “Is the sun gone?! Are we dying?! Is the world ending?!” Even as he reached Emilio’s side at Wynne and Arden’s door, he held Wade tightly. A child clinging to a comfort toy.
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It had taken Arden a while to get to sleep without the assistance of the enchanted quilt, so when she awoke to the sound of her phone ringing, she was half asleep and pretty annoyed. However, upon seeing it was her boss, the annoyance mostly gave way to concern. Why the fuck was her boss calling her before sunrise? Turns out, there was actually a very good reason he was calling her, and it had to do with the fact that it was well past sunrise, but her window seemed to be covered by black sludge.
After an incredibly surreal phone call, she pulled on a pair of sweats, and wandered out of her room, intending to check on Wynne and the others. But it appeared she didn't need to, seeing as there was currently a small group of familiar faces at the door. Running a hand through her sleep mussed hair, she looked over the group. Emilio looked as over this shit as she felt, Wynne seemed confused, and Archie looked to be in a state of panic.
It was entirely too early for any of this shit.
“So,“ she started, voice still raspy with sleep. ”Apparently there was another incident in the mines, and, well,“ Arden waved a hand toward the window as she walked over to the kitchen, only stopping to scoop Hobbes up into her arms before he could run out the open door. “Anyone else desperately need some coffee?”
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Luci was rather new, boxes still hap-hazardly stacked in her room, with only Snow’s things truly unpacked. Admittedly though, instead of using her time to unpack she had instead been watching how her window seemed to darken over time since she had gotten up early for her 8 am. Still, she figured that somewhere in the syllabus this was covered and instead of either freaking out or calling anyone about it she had spent a fair amount of time carefully writing down notes about the phenomena.
It wasn’t usually something she’d be interested in, but she figured it was cool enough to count for something. Hearing the commotion outside of her room, Luci fully dressed headed out noting the time that everyone else had seemed to figure it out in her notebook. Well accept maybe Sawyer - but she suspected he might start hearing everyone and come out too.
“Oh - the mines that make sense.” Luci said, catching the end of Arden’s statement and writing down the new information before she looked up at two people she didn’t know. “Oh - No I don’t think the world is ending. Well maybe worm row is a little worse for ware - I’m sorry I don’t think I know either of you two but probably come in instead of standing in the doorway. There’s a lot of cats here, you know? - I guess they can’t leave through the goo, but still. If you’re making a pot, Arden, I'd like some.”
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Sawyer was woken up by a sudden shift in mood. Concern, frustration, and a mild fear all mingled with his own thoughts… not a pleasant way to start the day.
It was dark, too dark for this time of day. He opened his windows to an inky blackness- that explained the lack of light, at least. And Arden's explanation from the other side of the door took care of the question of where it came from; that still didn't sit well. Ugh.
He made his way out of his room, Emily darting out after him. Goo or no goo, he needed coffee.
“Morning.” He regarded his roommates with all the nonchalant-ness he could muster. “Feel free to use my beans and grinder, if you'd like.”
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Jeff wasn’t the only one wandering the halls, it seemed. In a matter of moments, Archie from upstairs had joined them, too, carrying his dog along for the ride. Emilio shot him a quick glare, shuffling away from him as the familiar shiver that came when someone undead was near ran down his spine. He glanced to Wynne, giving them a quick once-over to make sure they were all right, but of course they were. The goo was outside the building and, thanks to a recent banshee scream forcing the building’s owner to replace every window, the windows were holding firm.
The rest of Wynne’s roommates joined shortly. Emilio offered a nod to Arden, eyes darting over towards a kid he hadn’t seen before and a man who was similarly foreign. New members of the household, he figured; he knew Arden and Wynne had been looking to fill the empty rooms. At the kid’s suggestion that they come inside and avoid the risk of letting the cats out, the detective grabbed Archie by the arm and yanked him into the apartment, stomping in after him and shutting the door.
“Coffee,” he agreed, trailing behind Arden into the kitchen. “With whiskey. Christ, I need a fucking drink. Estoy cansado de esta mierda, I swear.” He glanced to the two new roommates, nodding in their direction without introducing himself. Manners had never been something Emilio put a lot of stock into.
—
Though they were disturbed by the lack of natural light and Arden’s explanation offered little to satiate that disturbance, Wynne’s face still lit up at the sight of Archie and Wade. Maybe Wade a little more, because who could deny such a face? As the two men (and dog!) moved into the apartment they made room by moving back in, towards the kitchen where the small group of roommates and neighbors gathered. They were quick to flick on the light.
Wynne gave Wade a scritch under the chin, then looked at Arden, then Emilio — they often had answers, though Sawyer also seemed like the wise type. “So … mining accident? Do we know if everything is surrounded or can we get out? I have to get to work.”
That was why they didn’t move to make coffee. They would usually fret to make their guests feel served, but they were bound to make coffee all day. Or, at least, were supposed to. Wynne gave Wade another scratch, turned their head at actual scratching at the door and frowned. “Maybe we should try and crack a window to look outside? Or is the goo all the way up to the windows, like with snow?” They squinted at the window.
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He almost missed the faces he didn't recognise. "Oh. Archie. I'm Wade's... human." He attempted a wave to accompany his airy smile, but for a moment forgot the weight he was carrying, almost dropping Wade. "I'll take a cup, Arden, thanks a million." His words were rushed and lacked an easily missed lucidity. A cup of coffee or six had long stopped sending his heart into overdrive, and long stopped giving him any kind of satisfaction. But he was desperate to keep up living appearances, so he eats, he drinks, he pretends to enjoy.
The hand on his cold arm was unexpected, and Archie nearly stumbled as Emilio dragged him into the flat. Archie scowled into the back of Emilio's head, and used his shoulder to knock the detective lightly in retaliation. The shock, however, managed to break his pure panicked state. Sometimes he could swear he could still feel his heart beating. "I'll take whiskey too." The only comfort he could find here is through old habits. "...In my coffee, I mean. If it's going."
He felt awkward playing this game, he'd never been a good liar. But it was easy enough to dance around the truth, especially when no one asks him questions. Archie smiled, nervous as he showed his teeth. Wade, the saviour of countless uncomfortable moments, began to growl once he had sufficiently enjoyed Wynne's attention, and Archie obliged in finally putting him down.
Without much effort needed, Wade pushed through the space between Archie and Wynne's legs, scratching at the door. Archie found it easier to follow his furry friend's path than to engage normally, and moved to open the door without actively making the decision to. He didn't open it wide, and he didn't have to, because Perro was inside and playing with Wade before Archie could react. When he turned, closing the door behind him, his attention locked onto Perro instantly, crouching to greet him with a wide grin. "Did your mean, mean dad abandon you? Poor little man…"
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Okay, basically everyone wanted coffee, a full pot it was. The door now closed, she let Hobbes jump down, setting him free to annoy their guests. Then, expertly maneuvering her way around the kitchen, Arden set about to making some coffee. She waved a hand at Emilio’s comment. “Yup.” That had certainly been her plan. “Whiskey’s in the upper cabinet,” she informed him, nodding her head to indicate the exact one. “That’s where we keep all the booze.”
Once the machine was going, she turned back to the assembled group. “Yeah, so it seems like a lot of Worm Row is fucked at the moment. Gatlin Fields, too. And by fucked, I mean covered in goo that you definitely do not want to touch.” She moved to pull some extra mugs from one of the cabinets, but sparing a glance at Luci, she clarified. “It’ll harden and you can get stuck. The town council’s working on evacuations and getting people to stay away from it, but things are kind of chaotic at the moment. I don’t know, my boss said he’d keep me updated. But,” she sighed, “it seems like we might be stuck for a bit.” While the coffee brewed, she poured a bit of whiskey into her mug. They were trapped first thing in the morning, a drink seemed appropriate.
Arden had only just noticed the scratching at the door when Wade opened it, revealing Perro who scurried inside the apartment, adorable as always. “Did you leave–” She cut herself with a shake of her head, simply taking a swig of whiskey before going to pet the dogs.
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Luci nodded at Arden’s information, turning her attention to her book before she heard the stranger cursing in Spanish. Without looking up, and almost instinctively she said back in Spanish, “Language.” It took her a second to realize she shouldn’t be admonishing a stranger and quickly continued, “Sorry. Habit. Thank you for closing the door.”
At Wynne’s question, Luci shook her head, switching back to English and finally looking up at them, “I don’t think any of us are getting outside today. With what Arden said and where the goo is I don’t think it would be wise. I would see if fire would do anything to it, but well I don’t want to burn the building keeping the goo out. Hm. I’ll put that as plan four though.” While she could recognize that the others were nervous, Luci was just more fascinated with it than anything else. Moving to sit she went back to scribbling what chemical makeup the goo might have wondering if she could change it somehow. “Oh I’m Luci by the way. I’m assuming you know the others. Nice to meet you etcetera.”
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So he was effectively trapped. Fine, this is fine. He can work with this. … Was what he would've said had the booze not been broken out at 8:00am. Far be it for him to judge, but this early? Really?
Sawyer wasn't sure how he felt about having two other people in the room that was already pushing capacity, especially the stranger who was already pissed off. The other man (Archie, he thought) was strangely quiet with his feelings- he might not have even noticed him if it wasn't for his dog. Weird, but not unwelcome.
“Sawyer.” He introduced himself, following Luci's cue. He didn't know these people, and if they were stuck together they may as well have names straight.
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Grunting, Emilio dragged himself over to the cabinet and dug around until he found the whiskey, pulling it out. Taking down a glass, he went ahead and poured himself a little while they waited for the coffee to finish. He’d have some in his coffee, sure, but with the news Arden was reading off for them? He didn’t much feel like waiting.
Eyes darting over to the kid — the kid who spoke Spanish, evidently — he offered a small shrug. Amusement danced behind his eyes, coupled with something like relief. It was always nice to have another person around who spoke his language in the most literal sense. “I think the situation calls for some bad language,” he replied back in Spanish, tone flat. “We’re stuck in goo. That hardens when you touch it. Come on. You can say fuck. I won’t tell anyone.”
The scratching at the door pulled his attention away, and he turned to see Archie letting Perro in with an annoying comment. Shooting the undead idiot a glare, Emilio moved over to ‘rescue’ his dog from his neighbor. “I told you to watch the couch,” he told Perro seriously. “Jeff is probably going to steal it now. And then where do you take your naps? Hm? Come here.” He bent down to scoop the little dog up, holding Perro under one arm and the glass of whiskey in his other hand.
He half-listened to the theories, but it didn’t make much of a difference to him where the goo had come from. Not when he couldn’t leave his apartment to do anything about it. (And that was going to be a problem. Emilio didn’t do well at being cooped up. The building wasn’t small, at least, but he already felt trapped, already felt antsy. He could feel it building within him.)
Introductions. Right. Decent enough distraction. He nodded to Luci and Sawyer in turn. “Emilio,” he replied. “And this is Perro.”
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Their eyes flicked around all the people that were crowding in the apartment, feeling their stomach sink. “But — I need to get to work. I’ve not really been doing well! So I can’t just call in because of goo. Right?” Wynne tried to look outside again, growing agitated with the idea of being stuck. They frowned as they tried to accept their fate, though they certainly didn’t want to.
“Well, at least we’re in it together.” They moved around, starting to fiddle at the window but being afraid of accidentally touching the goo. “I wish we had those window wipers from cars, but like here.”
At least there was some levity at some point, with Perro arriving. Wynne abandoned the window and slid up to Emilio to pet his tiny dog, wrinkling their nose at the scent of alcohol. Much too early! They just wanted coffee. And pastries, they would like a pastry. “Hi little Perro. Don’t eat the cats.” They looked at Emilio. “Your couch will be fine. Don’t be mad at this little guy.”
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"All I got from that was 'fuck'. You saying mean shit about me again, grumps?" Archie chuckled, not looking at Emilio, but there was no one else in that room he would dare insult. "Luci, is he being mean to me?" He'd have been stupid to take only Emilio's word, would he not? Archie only looked at his unenthusiastic neighbor when Emilio came close enough to sweep Perro away. Archie pouted then, hands extending dramatically in Perro's direction like two main characters in a film or video game, untimely separated.
He'd never known how to stay still, always the boy bouncing off every surface he could find. Archie didn't stay on the floor long, not when alcohol (that never quite cut it and certainly doesn't cut it now) was out on the counter. There was grace in how he moved from one side of the room to the other. Despite his size, there was almost no sound to his footsteps. He could have been a dancer. He could have been many things. Archie picked out a glass only because he thought it might be unacceptable to drink straight from someone else's bottle, and he hoped that his neighbors were too busy contemplating their current predicament to watch how much Archie poured for himself, and how much he swallowed in one go. He wished he could still feel the burn.
He started helping himself to coffee, and swallowed the freshly made drink as if it wasn't still piping hot. Archie found he felt safest at Wynne's side, so he gravitated there, looming over their much tinier stature despite his hunched shoulders and poor posture. "Mate, that would be fuckin' grand, wouldn't it? Think we can get the landlord to install anti-goo window wipers on the windows? 'Cause, like… Knowing this place… Shit like this ain't gonna be a one off, is it?" Archie giggles at Wynne's pleading with Perro, and Archie fights the urge to reach out and pet him between the eyes. Emilio has never liked him getting too close, and he's filled with too much anxiety to be testing those limits.
"So we're all fucked now, yeah? I can't even crack a window open to smoke?"
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Between her poor Spanish and how quickly the two were speaking, Arden also had a difficult time following, though she was able to catch a bit more than just ‘fuck.’ Choosing to ignore Luci’s little aside for the moment, she continued to give Wade some scritches. She did not have enough caffeine and/or alcohol in her system yet to address her apparent multiple plans, one of which had the potential of burning down the building. However, she planned on fixing that, heading back over to add some coffee to her whiskey after the dog seemed satisfied.
“Wynne, I will physically fight your manager if they try to give you shit on this,” she deadpanned, leaning back against the counter. “But, maybe, let's not fuck with the windows.” She didn’t know if anything would actually happen, if the inky sludge had entirely hardened or not, but she really did not want to find out. Her mind had been sluggishly whirring since receiving the miserable wake-up call, and between their current predicament, her exhaustion, and all the people– and animals– now in her apartment, she was feeling a little overwhelmed. While their apartment was pretty big, six people crowded around the kitchen with three of the five animals currently hanging around, it was just a lot. And the idea that this might not just be a one time occurrence did not help with that whatsoever. It did make a cigarette sound pretty fucking amazing, though.
“The front door’s blocked?” she asked, looking at Emilio. “Do we know if the roof’s clear?” A moment passed before she thought to tack on, “Not that I’m suggesting we do something stupid and rash, just to get all the facts.” Another beat. “And I could also go for a smoke, if I’m being honest.” Was doubling down on her vices first thing in the morning a good idea? No. Did she care at the moment? Also, no. Besides, getting some air, if possible, would be nice. As would the space. Arden could already feel herself starting to get restless just thinking about being trapped in the apartment for an unknown period of time.
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Luci, now more content to scribble notes than pay attention to most of the room, still was careful to make sure she wasn’t only focused on it. She didn’t particularly mind all the others in the space, more so reminded of home than she had been for a long time. Looking up at the response from - Emilio she was pretty sure his name was. She shook her head but chuckled, “I’m pretty sure most everyone here can tell if you say that even if it’s in Spanish. Also, my brother would somehow know. I can feel it. He’d be too happy about it. Happy to meet you though, Emilio.” When Perro was introduced, Luci couldn't help the chuckle. “Dog? Well nice to meet you too.”
At the question from Archie she raised her eyebrows in a ‘told you so’ motion as she looked over to the other neighbor and shook her head lightly, “No he wasn’t talking about you. He was talking to me about the goo. Are you two enemies or something? Because if so, I would ask you to refrain from fighting in the apartment.”
At Wynne’s growing agitation Luci frowned, looking at her notes again and saying, “Arden’s right. I think they will have to let you not go to work today. I’m sorry, though. I know it’s not ideal.” Seeing the coffee was ready she stood up pulling out her dolly parton mug from the cupboard to get some - sans the whiskey. Looking over to the quietest roommate she asked, “Sawyer, do you want some?”
Luci tilted her head at the idea of going to the roof, “I bet you we could. I checked the fire escape when I first got here - just to make sure I knew where it was - but it seemed like there’s a few ways up there. Worst case we could make a hole in the hallway roof. I don’t think anyone would notice.”
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Sawyer scooped up Emily, who had been rubbing against his legs to get his attention. He held her like he usually did, sort of how one might hold a human baby. Ems could always tell when he was stressed, holding her for a bit usually helped.
“I'm fine, thank you.” Sawyer replied with a polite nod. He was particular about his coffee, and his hands were full anyway. “If we want to try the roof, I wouldn't be opposed. I have tools, if need be.” He added after a pause. Cutting a hole in the ceiling seemed a little far, but it may come to that.
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“Then you could be more creative. What about shithead? You can say shithead. I bet nobody would be able to tell. Your brother isn’t here, is he?” Emilio glanced around the apartment, not actually sure. He’d accounted for five people, besides himself: Arden, Wynne, Archie, and these two new roommates, Sawyer and Luci. If there was another person here, they were well-hidden. The thought sent a quiet thrum of anxiety through him, uncomfortable with the idea of not knowing how many people were around him.
He glanced over to Archie as he spoke, saying “Yes,” at the same time as Luci’s no. Turning to Wynne, he nodded in agreement with Arden and Luci. “Cafe might be under goo, too,” he pointed out. “If it’s not, don’t think they can say shit. Not like you’re skipping because you want to.” Silently, he agreed with Arden; if anyone said shit to Wynne, he’d help kick their ass.
“Yeah,” he said, turning back to Arden. “Guessing this shit starts on the ground, crawls up the side of the building. Doubt it’s made it to the roof yet, but might get there in a few days. Probably want to get out sooner instead of later if that’s the route we’re taking.” Not that he thought it would be a good idea. Climbing down the side of a building covered in goo with unknown side effects probably wasn’t going to do anyone any good. “Elevator goes up to the floor just under the roof. Can take the staircase from there. Have to force the door open, but it’s not hard.” He’d been up there more than once, much to the landlord’s chagrin. “Won’t be a problem getting up there. Just don’t know how we’d get down to the street. But… Probably want to wait until we know more about the goo. What happens if we get it on us, that kind of thing.”
He glanced back to Archie as he spoke, a new anxiety building in his chest. He hadn’t even considered the fact that they wouldn’t be able to crack the window to smoke. The roof was an option for that, too, of course, but with how often Emilio smoked and how much trouble he often had getting around? He’d have to practically commit to living up there. His fingers itched for the pack of cigarettes in his pockets. “I’m going to be smoking in my apartment,” he decided. “Landlord can fuck off if he doesn’t like it. Not like we’ve got many choices.” He scratched Perro absently, offering Wynne a small nod. “He’s supposed to be a guard dog,” he said grumpily. “Bad at it.”
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As multiple people reassured them that it would be fine if they didn’t go into work, Wynne relaxed visibly. Though there was still agitation crawling under their skin, they did think Arden and Emilio some of the smartest people in town. Luci, too, seemed like a very rational person. If they all said it would be okay, it would be. “Okay. I will just send a message then.” They didn’t want to call, afraid of their wavering voice sounding like that of a liar. They fished out their phone and tapped away an apology as the others continued to speak.
It seemed they weren’t the only one growing agitated, though. They looked around the worried faces before pouring themself a cup of hot coffee. Though Wynne didn’t like to express it, they really would hate it if three people lit up a cigarette in the kitchen.
“Maybe Sawyer, you can get your tools and maybe then we can all take the elevator up to the roof? If it’s still working, and otherwise we can take the stairs?” Standing around here was starting to get a little nerve wracking in and of itself. Wynne was just glad they weren’t looking at them to be their savior, as the people at home would have. They took a long sip from their coffee, then put the cup to the side. “Should we take the cats and dogs with us?” The thought of them staying behind made them incredibly sad.
They frowned a little at Emilio. “He’s guarding us all now. He’s perfect.”
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The idea that the goo would entirely encase the building at some point made Arden’s stomach turn unhappily. But if there was goo crawling up the side of the building, there wasn’t exactly a safe route to climb down from the roof, was there?
She sighed, taking another swig of her drink. “Yeah, I think we should check out the roof,” she nodded. “Get a better picture of what we’re dealing with.” They needed to see exactly how fucked they were at the moment, but she didn’t want to say it like that and freak out their anxious neighbor or her younger roommates.
“Can have a nice smoke, not in your apartment, while we’re at it,” she added, raising a brow in Emilio’s direction.
Taking the animals, though, seemed like a potentially bad idea. Just thinking about it made her feel a little anxious. “I don’t trust Hobbes to behave enough, but up to you guys.” Arden shrugged, heading over toward the door to put on a pair of sneakers and her leather jacket. “I think the dogs are probably fine, especially if they’re leashed.”
“And, yeah, Perro is perfect, actually,” she nodded, backing Wynne up. “Maybe you’re just bad at training him.”
With that, she grabbed her mug and made her way out the door, careful not to accidentally let any of the animals out.
“It looks like the elevator’s working,” she called over her shoulder.
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Luci giggled at the idea but shook her head replying in Spanish, “He isn’t, but he’ll know. Trust me. You’d like him though, you both can curse together. ” Becoming more serious in the apparent mission she gathered her own coffee and nodded. “I don’t think Snow would cause a problem, but she’s probably not going to want to leave the room unless we have to evacuate.”
It seemed a bit inevitable that they would eventually, but Luci decided that probably wasn’t what anyone was going to want to hear at the moment, so she made it a maybe. Pulling on her own coat and putting her shoes on she nodded again, carefully moving through the mass of people to get to the door too, her notebook stuffed into the front pocket of her overalls as she put her fluffy pen behind her ear.
Walking behind Arden, Luz realized she probably should text her brother - and she would as soon as she knew what was exactly happening. He was probably going to get upset with her, and she didn’t want the adventure to be sad because of that. “Oh - yeah it looks like it’s working fine. That’s a good sign I think - Wynne you should come look. It’s not so bad at all.”
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The roof wasn’t the best plan, but it was the only one they had. Judging by the blackened windows, any attempts to open the door to the street below would end poorly, especially since none of them had any idea what the hell this substance actually was or what it did. Emilio relented with a shrug, privately liking the idea of being able to smoke without making his apartment smell like an ashtray, even if he wouldn’t admit it.
Glancing to Luci, he shrugged. “Suit yourself. I’m going to keep cursing.” He continued scratching Perro absently, trying to decide whether or not to take the dog up to the roof. “Better to leave them here until we know more, I think.” If there was something bad up on the roof, it would be easier to deal with if they weren’t wrangling cats and dogs while investigating it. And Perro had already proven himself to be a shoddy guard, no matter what Wynne and Arden said.
He trailed along behind the group as they headed up the the elevator, taking up the rear and keeping an eye out for any threats that might accost them. A useless thing, really; nothing could get in to the building any more than its occupants could get out, but Emilio felt better with something to do. He felt much better at the news that the elevator was working. His knee had been working up a protest at the mere concept of conquering the stairs.
“If there’s a way out,” he said, stepping onto the elevator, “we come back and pack quick, before that shit spreads. And if there’s no way out…” He trailed off, already fishing his cigarettes from his jacket pocket. “You guys can eat me first, I guess.”
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no but like. last days of phaidon as a perfect continuation of devil you know/dissolution. leela being challenged about her position as a warrior but this has weight. we've seen her become less fighter and more tactician. and narvin, not blinking before taking on a dalek. being brave like he showed rayo he could be. alone with the resistance for 70 years, like leela alone with veega for 20. enough to make a new life. fighting to survive. always destined to come back together, some day. some day
#lucy listens to bf#ARGHWAGHFGRH yeah#devil you know annoys me for making this point bc it kind of drops it and moves on#but the whole point of wr is leela is using time lord think against them#ARGHFHFGHF
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I wanna eat a yummy sandwich.
#dad in prague#ss2 scary#uhmmm#found lucys steam account#blsnkfscr:#:l#ok girl#pull up hoe#FUCK I miss you l i miss you so much#even in this room i remember thinking about you 4 years ago#wjen wr were togetger#why xant you be there#i miss you#things are worse for you without me#touve lost yourself???? you know??#you needed me#i wonder ehat youre like now#i wonder if wrll meet again by chance
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haunted [coriolanus snow x fem!reader] pt. 5
[summary]: coriolanus snow x fem!reader | After Coriolanus invites you to move in with him, you both having looming thoughts about the idea. Will this be a good thing?
[warnings]: this is an 18+ series!!! | mentions of choking, toxic!corio
[wc]: 1.2k
[note]: tysm for the overwhelming amount of requests for this series! i’ve got new ideas for this series so it’s definitely continuing!!! :)
**master list**
You believed him. You believed every dirty lying word that came from his mouth. You ate from the palm from his hand, agreeing with anything he said because he loved you.
After you made up with Coriolanus on that gloomy afternoon, he had instantly invited you to move in with him. You used to sleep over at his apartment all the time but now this was the next step up. A new chapter.
You felt giddy packing your things up and handing them one by one to the movers. Coriolanus was all yours now. You felt as if the sun was shining on everything he’d ever done. You know him now, all his haunted thoughts, guilty feelings. There was nothing standing between him loving you.
You taped up the last cardboard box of things and wiped your brow with a sigh. You didn’t realize exactly how much stuff you had until you had to move it.
“That should be the last of them.” You said to the burly moving guy who had been helping you all afternoon. He gave a grunt and picked up the box, walking out of your now empty bedroom. You gazed at the bare walls in slight sadness.
“This will be good.” You whispered to yourself. You could almost see it now, early morning breakfasts, late night sex, tender moments alone. Life with Coriolanus would be perfect. Simply perfect.
“Rosetta!” Coriolanus roared down the hall, summoning his maid. She was a sad old hag from the districts. He hated her presence most of the time, she was a constant reminder that district filth still roamed about the Capitol.
Rosetta came scurrying into Coriolanus’s bedroom, cheeks flushed and breathing rapidly. Pathetic.
“Rosetta, the movers for Y/n’s things should be here any moment. You will be the one to overlook the whole process.” He said in a bored tone. Rosetta fidgeted with her skirt. “But-“
Coriolanus’ eyes flashed her a warning look, sending a pang of fear throughout her body. “U-understood.” Rosetta nodded, bowing at her waist before exiting the bedroom.
Coriolanus rolled his eyes and let out a breath. He was tired of all the incompetent people around him. He deserved better. He glanced around his room. The thought of you now living here made him uneasy. Admittedly, he had only asked you to move in with him to distract you from thinking too much about the Lucy Gray situation. At least with you under his roof he could keep careful watch, make sure you don’t get any funny ideas of turning him in.
He could still see the fear in your face so clearly from the night before. The wide doe eyes, parted lips, pale face. Coriolanus hated to admit it but he loved seeing you that way. It reminded him of Lucy Gray.. how she looked before she ran. A fearful innocence that he craved. He liked that you were so naive. You didn’t seem to bat an eye at his words, because you so desperately wanted to see the good in him.
Coriolanus smiled to himself. You were his puppet, his doll. He was sure that if he’d asked you to marry him you would say yes in a heartbeat. All these things would come in handy when he was president. He could already see it now, him, dressed in the finest clothes, standing before Panem, while you, stood at his side respectfully, smiling towards the crowds shining your innocence.
He heard the sound of the front door creaking open, and heels clicking on the floor. Coriolanus sighed. You were here. He glanced at himself in the mirror, laid down a stray curl that never cooperated with the slick back look he had going on, and left the room.
“Corio!” You exclaimed when you saw his tall figure emerge from the hallway. He gave you a wry smile and opened his arms a bit. You took the invitation of an embrace grinning.
His hands were cold, sending shivers down your spine as you hugged. You felt his hand squeeze you tighter before his head dipped down next to your ear.
“Glad you’re here Y/n…” He whispered in a low tone. His voice sounded like music to your ears. He wanted you! He was glad!
Coriolanus let go of you and looked down at you with a look of adoration. His hand slid up your body till it reached your cheek, and cupped it. His thumb brushed against your cheekbones lightly making you feel woozy. You gave him a soft smile.
“Now you’ll never be out of my sight, darling.” Coriolanus murmured. You were surprised at the words. You wondered if he had meant them in a joking way and just had a problem with his tone. Coriolanus had always been one to use dry humor after all. Nevertheless you still grinned up at him, not wanting to ruin this moment you both had going on.
Finally you pulled away. Your gaze flicked to the maid carrying your bags down the hall with care. Your eyebrows furrowed when you noticed that the woman was taking your things in an entirely different direction than where Coriolanus’ bedroom was. You cocked your head at him.
“Why is she taking my stuff to one of your spare rooms?” You asked. Coriolanus stuffed his hands into his pockets.
“Darling, you know I work late. Why would I want to wake you?” He gave her a small smile. “You can still sleep in my bed, but I thought it would be best to give you your own space.” You thought over his words and they all seemed to make sense.
“Well that’s…. very thoughtful Corio.. thank you.” You nodded. You grabbed his hand. It felt huge in your own. Sometimes you love the way his body engulfed you, until you remembered how thoes same hands had wrapped around your neck, blocking the air passage in your throat. Hands that had killed. You shook off this memory.
He didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean it. He was angry. He said he was sorry. He loves me.
“You know.. I’m excited to take this step with you Corio.” You said sweetly, gazing up at him. Coriolanus cocked a brow. “Excited?”
You gave him a nod. “I feel as if we’re… connecting you know? Getting closer.” Coriolanus’ stomach felt sick as he gave you a weak smile and nodded.
You had always been a dreamer when it came to him. Growing up in the Capitol, you were always told that status and marrying the powerful was everything. And Coriolanus? Not only had he been your friend for years but he also was extremely well liked in the Capitol. You were hopeful that moving in with him would eventually lead to… well- marriage.
Coriolanus dropped your hand and made a show of checking his watch. You pushed away the hurt that came from the action. He loved you. He’s just a busy man.
“I have a meeting to get to. Get settled in.” He murmured. He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead and left swiftly down the hall to grab his things before making his way out of the apartment. You watched him with a slight sadness you couldn’t explain.
You decided to take this as a sign to go see your room. As you walked down the hall you couldn’t help but notice the cold emptiness of the apartment. Especially with Coriolanus gone, life seemed to be sucked out of the place. Of course everything was clean and tidy, but it almost seemed like a museum. Not an ounce of love was in anything.
You sighed and entered your bedroom, and started to unpack your things, reassuring yourself over and over again that this was good. Coriolanus and you were fine. And you're just a stupid, stupid girl.
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Part 19: In the Bleak Midwinter
Fandom: Peaky Blinders
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Grace Burgess x OC
Summary: It's time to get back to work. And the Russians are expecting them.
Word Count: 3,389
Notes: No warnings this time.
Masterlists: Main • Series • Fic
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Chapter 19: Back to Work
She found him outside, sitting at a white table set up on the grass, his suit jacket thrown over the back of his chair while his hat and a bottle of whiskey rested on the table. His legs were stretched out in front of him, body leaning back in an uncharacteristically relaxed position, hands folded over his stomach as he dozed lightly in the warm sun.
For a moment, Lucy just stood there, quietly watching him. He had been shockingly well behaved regarding the doctor’s orders to rest over these past few months. And he really did seem to be mostly back to normal, save for needing her to read some documents and the paper to him until he was able to get a pair of glasses to help his eyes.
They were unfathomably lucky that the worst to come of him getting his skull smashed up was that he needed reading glasses.
She knew that it was time to get back to work now, much as she had enjoyed the abundance of peaceful moments they’d gotten to enjoy over the past few months.
But, Tommy did look so incredibly handsome, leaned back in his chair, eyes closed and face peaceful.
“Are you going to keep staring at me or did you want something?”
She started at the rough rumble of his voice, one amused blue eye cracking open slightly. Her eyes narrowed, moving across the grass towards him. Tommy’s lips curled up into a smirk at her approach, watching her with lazy, half open eyes. She came to a stop at his side, hand stroking over his dark hair. He sighed contentedly, eyes closing again and head leaning into her touch like a cat. She traced her hand over the section of his head where the doctors had opened him up. While the patch of hair they had shaved away had grown back over the several months he had spent recovering, she could still feel the slight bumpiness of the scars hidden beneath it on his skin.
“At least the hair’s grown back now. You looked really funny with a big bald spot on your head,” she remarked. Tommy snorted, hand resting on her hip, thumb stroking over her skin through the material of her trousers. A light breeze of wind fluttered across the field, shuddering the yellowing leaves of the trees and disrupting the warmth on her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
She hadn’t allowed herself to think about it too much: how close she had come to losing him. At first she had just been on autopilot mode, getting him to the doctors, doing her best to keep things organized and running as smoothly as possible while he was recovering. Days upon days spent as a watchful guard at his bedside, observing his chest rise and fall with his breaths as he slept. It was while sitting in that hospital, quietly at his side, that she’d realized a part of her had always assumed that she would be the first of the two of them to die. Tommy just seemed too…untouchable. Invincible. Unkillable. Her mind could barely even fathom the idea of his death. Suddenly, the cold she was feeling had little to do with the wind.
In one quick movement, she pushed Tommy and the chair back away from the table, stepped around him, and settled herself definitively in his lap, earning a startled “Oi!” from him as he sat up in surprise, hands grabbing at her waist to hold her steady. Lucy sighed in satisfaction, head tucking into his neck while her arms draped around his shoulders. She was small enough that she was able to curl up against his chest with little issue, soaking up the pleasurable warmth radiating from his body even through the layers of his shirt and waistcoat. Finally settled, her eyes slipped closed, enjoying the feel of strong, warm muscle beneath her and the familiar smell of Tommy’s cologne, whiskey and cigarettes. Tommy huffed out a small laugh, arms wrapping around her.
“Comfortable?”
“Mhm.”
Tommy’s chest rumbled as he chuckled, leaning back and stretching out again, fingers tracing along her spine as she allowed herself to relax, eyes cracked open to peer up at him, admiring the sharpness of his jaw and cheekbones, the light freckles on his cheeks. She was certain that she had never before seen a man with such dark, impressive eyelashes. Her lips quirked up.
“What’s so funny?” Tommy asked, no doubt feeling her smile against the skin of his throat. Lucy allowed a careful fingertip to trace along one cheekbone, continuing to smile softly to herself.
“My father always warned me that the Devil would be beautiful,” she whispered. Tommy rolled his eyes, but the fondness and affection in them were unhidden, his stoic mask nowhere to be found as his nose brushed over her hair while soft lips met her forehead in a loving kiss. She couldn’t help but ponder with no small amount of amusement how selling her soul to him may have been the best decision she had ever made.
Prior to his injury, she hadn’t given much thought to what would happen to her if he was gone. She wasn’t naive or stupid enough to believe that she would have anywhere close to the position she currently held without Tommy. Nor was she under any false pretenses regarding where she stood with the majority of his family. Most of them only tolerated her because Tommy made them. If there was no Tommy, there was no place for her in the Peaky Blinders. Or even Birmingham for that matter. Perhaps no place in the world for her at all.
As if sensing her distressed, swirling thoughts, Tommy rubbed a hand over her lower back to get her attention.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said, eyes that had been focused on the sky falling down to gaze into hers. Lucy swallowed roughly, hand fiddling with the buttons of his shirt.
“You scared me,” she admitted in a whisper after a moment. Tommy’s eyes softened, the back of his hand brushing across her cheek. When she leaned into him his hand turned so his palm was cradling her face.
“I’m alright, love,” he promised. She nodded, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath as she allowed him to help ground her. Head turning, she pressed a kiss to his palm, then let him coax her back to rest fully on his chest. All was quiet for a moment.
“Did you really see Mary reading the Bible naked next to our bed when on the morphine?” she finally asked. When, that morning at breakfast after Mary bothered him about taking his medicine, Tommy had launched into a rather descriptive recollection of the hallucinations he’d been having while on the morphine–with no warning or preamble at all, mind you–Lucy had nearly spat out her toast all over the table, staring at him in a combination of horror and barely contained amusement. Poor Mary had gaped at him, wide-eyed and jaw slack, unable to even form any words at all before rushing from the room after being dismissed. She hadn’t been able to make direct eye contact with either of them since.
Tommy snickered. “Why? You jealous?”
“No,” she replied honestly. “Just curious what other lascivious ideas you might have locked away in that subconscious of yours.”
He laughed, kissing her temple. “I wouldn’t complain if you chose to read the Bible naked at my bedside.”
“Tommy, I’m fairly certain that if I touched a Bible, I’d burst into flames.”
He laughed again, arms returning to their place wrapped tight around her. “Touché.”
She wasn’t sure how long she laid there, dozing on him in the pleasant afternoon warmth. At one point she felt Tommy shift ever so slightly, heard the open and close of his cigarette case, the quick snap of a lighter, and then the familiar scent of exhaled smoke. The hand not occupied by the cigarette remained around her, tracing nonsensical, soothing patterns into her skin.
The sound of footsteps in the grass roused her a bit, but when she attempted to move Tommy’s grip on her tightened in a silent request for her to remain where she was.
“You know, some mornings I wake up, I think I’ve died and this is heaven, Tom.” Oh. It was just Johnny. The man chuckled, leaves crunching beneath his feet as he walked over to them, not at all phased by Lucy’s presence on Tommy’s chest. “I mean, the wives and kids camped out by the valley. Not being moved on,” he swooped over to the table, grabbing the cigarette case and helping himself to one. “Sure, me and myself. I’m surrounded by maids and food and booze,” Johnny chuckled again, grin wide on his face.
She could feel the buzz of Tommy’s deep voice beneath her ear as he spoke to Johnny, and while she allowed her eyes to slip open she was only half listening, sleepily focused more on the feeling of Tommy’s heartbeat strong beneath her, the rise and fall of his chest with each precious breath.
Johnny sat down in one of the unoccupied three chairs at the table. Tommy sat up, a strong arm keeping her secured against him as he continued to explain his latest plan to Johnny. When Lucy glanced over at him, Johnny had a puzzled, near concerned look on his face.
“You see this blow to the head you took, Tom…”
Lucy stifled a snicker against Tommy’s shoulder, and while his expression remained the same, voice continuing to sound off orders, the hand holding her close gave her a small, almost playful pinch to the thigh. She hid her smile in the soft material of his waistcoat.
Once he’d finished speaking with Johnny, Tommy leaned back again with a deep sigh, hand now stroking through her hair. Her red curls twisted and clung to his fingers as they scratched wonderfully against her scalp. She was just beginning to think that maybe she could doze off again, when Mary’s voice echoed across the lawn.
“Mr. Shelby, your brothers are here. And there’s someone who described himself as ‘the Wandering Jew’.”
That earned a fully fledged laugh from her. As many problems as he may sometimes cause them, she could always rely on Alfie to be entertaining.
Tommy let out a resigned grunt, sitting up again to tap his cigarette into the ashtray. “Will you take the Jewish gentleman to the drawing room? Take my brothers to the kitchen and give them tea and rum,” he cleared his throat. Mary bustled off to follow Tommy’s instructions, Johnny was sent on his way, and then it was just the two of them again. Lucy sat up, stretching. Tommy rested a hand on her thigh, another on her hip.
“Back to the real world then, eh?” he said, nose bumping hers with how close he was. Lucy cradled his beautiful face in her palms, leaning forward in what was intended to be a sweet, innocent kiss but ending up a bit longer and more heated when Tommy’s hand cradled the back of her head, holding her closer as his lips parted.
When she pulled back her cheeks were flushed, breaths heavy. Tommy looked entirely too pleased with himself.
“Bastard,” she said, shaking her head with a smile.
“Mm. I love you too.”
She rested her forehead against his. “I do love you,” she said. Tommy’s smile was soft, head tilting to peck her once more on the lips. “Okay,” she laughed, pulling away. “Now we really have to go.”
She stood, taking his hand, and hauled him to his feet. Tommy grabbed his hat and his suit jacket from where it was hanging off the back of his chair, pulling it on and tucking his cigarette case in the inner pocket. Lucy took the bottle of whiskey and glass from the table, her free hand twisting with Tommy’s as they began to walk slowly towards Arrow House, soaking in their last, brief moments of peace before they stepped inside and back into the malicious jaws of the world they lived in.
∗ ∗ ∗
There were many things in this world that Lucy took pleasure in, but perhaps one of the most entertaining was getting a front row seat to watching Tommy and Alfie verbally joust.
“Hello, little demon, how are you?” Alfie greeted her warmly, giving her a brief hug.
“Hey, Alfie,” she smiled, letting him go and taking a step back. They hadn’t spoken much since her trip to London a few months ago, outside of a brief phone call where he’d sent his genuine–or at least as genuine as Alfie was capable of–well wishes of a speedy recovery for Tommy.
“Now,” Alfie turned his attention back to Tommy, who had sat down in a chair and started fiddling with his cigarettes during her and Alfie’s brief greeting. “Word in London is that you can be found wandering the streets of Birmingham stark naked, throwing away money. You talk to dead people.”
“Only on Tuesdays,” Lucy joked, jumping up to sit on the edge of the desk, legs swinging in the air. She snagged Tommy’s glass of whiskey from him after he’d taken a sip, bringing it to her lips and enjoying the burn of the alcohol sliding down her throat.
Alfie gave her a pointed look, but under the grizzled mask of a grumpy gangster she thought she saw a glimmer of amusement there, before slowly dragging his gaze back to Tommy. Lucy watched them go back and forth, setting the glass of whiskey down by her thigh and lighting a cigarette.
“Do you know something, Alfie, this morning I tried to read the paper, and I realized that the only consequence of my terrible accident is that I now need glasses,” Tommy looked like he was trying to smile, as if it were funny, but couldn’t quite get his mouth to cooperate, and his eyes were sad and…nervous.
It wasn’t an expression Lucy was used to seeing on Tommy. He was rarely self conscious; at least not when it came to his appearance. She frowned. Did needing reading glasses really upset him that much? Did he think he would be less attractive with them?
Utterly ridiculous, if that was what he thought. He’d probably look devastatingly sexy wearing them. Would have her likely coming up with all sorts of excuses to get him to read things just so she could see him in them.
The man managed to still be hot with a fucking bald spot shaved in the middle of his head and stitches sticking out of his scalp. She was pretty sure he could pull off just about anything if he wanted to.
Alfie seemed to also take note of Tommy’s shift in mood, his eyes softening for just the tiniest fraction of a moment as he nodded.
“Right,” he reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a pair of glasses. “Well, I know a man who can make you a pair of these. He’s a magician, mate. He is a magician. So not only will you be able to read your newspaper, but you will also be able to see into the future,” as he continued to speak, the sadness in Tommy’s face melted away, a tiny, genuine smile ghosting across his face as Alfie continued to babble. Alfie glanced at her, and she gave him a small head tilt of thanks. Despite their differences, she knew that Tommy ultimately liked Alfie, and the attempt to cheer him up was well appreciated from them both.
Alfie tucked his glasses back into his pocket, leaned back, and fixed them with the look of an exasperated, disapproving mother.
“You’re fucking about with the Russians, isn’t you, you silly boy?”
Tommy took a slow drag from his cigarette, eyebrow raised. “Now what makes you say that?”
Alfie pointed an accusing finger at Lucy. “Your woman here comes into my bakery–before your head got all smashed in–and tells me you have a job for me appraising jewels, and then asks if I can still speak Russian.”
Lucy cringed. Not exactly her most subtle moment. Tommy shot her a look and she shrugged bashfully. “We were gonna have to tell him eventually anyway.”
He snorted, apparently agreeing with her, and turned back to Alfie. “I am engaged in business with the Russians. They will be paying me for services in jewels from their treasury. I need someone I trust to help select and assess the value of them.”
“Ah…Russians are not to be trifled with, Tommy. I should know,” a darkness passed over Alfie’s eyes, as if he had suddenly been swept up in a long-forgotten memory.
“Yes, well. I’m not paying you for your opinions, Alfie. Just for your knowledge of jewels and Russian.”
“Your woman here already speaks Russian.”
Lucy raised an eyebrow. She had taken great care to keep her understanding of the Russian language a secret. Alfie cocked his head at her in mock hurt.
“You think I don’t remember your little gift with learning languages back when we was kids, hm? I bet you’ve been training yourself on it in preparation for months before your business with those fuckers even began, yeah? Might even be better at it than me.”
“We don’t want them to know Lucy can translate,” Tommy interjected. Alfie nodded.
“Mm. Eavesdropper, hm? Smart,” he held up his hands. “Well don’t you worry; your secret’s safe with me.”
Tommy sighed that long-suffering, exasperated sigh of his and looked up to the ceiling for a moment. “Will you help or not, Alfie?”
Alfie crossed one hand over the other, both resting on his cane, smacking his lips together while he stared out the window, calculating. Lucy leaned across the desk to grab an ashtray, setting it beside her leg and tapping her cigarette into it. The ash crumbled away from the white tip like dust, dirtying the fine crystal the tray was made of with a small pile of smoldering gray. “Well, if I actually am going to follow you two into the house of madness…” Alfie finally started to say, slowly. “I must insist that you ask your little Russian friends to show us where they are hiding their Faberge eggs.”
∗ ∗ ∗
Lucy stayed quiet during the rather tense reunion between Alfie and Arthur, as well as the following meeting wherein Tommy finally told the other about the plan he’d been formulating while recovering. She didn’t hop off of the desk until the boys were all filing out of the office, moving to follow Arthur to the door. But Tommy’s firm hand on her arm stopped her movements, silently requesting that she wait back with him for a moment after the others had gone.
“What?” she asked once they were truly alone when he didn’t immediately say anything. Tommy sighed.
“Tatiana is fucking insane,” he started.
“Yes,” Lucy agreed, eyebrow raising when he paused again.
“Look, you don’t have to come…” but she could see it in the way he wouldn’t fully meet her eyes that he would prefer if she was there. He wanted her with him.
“Tommy…” she cupped the side of his face.
“I need you to be safe,” he whispered, eyes closing at her touch.
“I’m safest when I’m with you.”
When he opened his eyes, those big blue orbs were sad. “We both know that isn’t true, love.”
“Yes, it is,” she insisted, leaning forward until their foreheads rested against each other. “It is,” she repeated emphatically. Tommy continued to stare at the floor, throat flexing as if he were swallowing down a sob. Lucy bumped his nose with hers. “Besides, I’m not letting you walk into the lion’s den on your own.”
“John and Arthur will be with me.”
“You know what I mean,” she ran her thumb along his cheekbone. “Where you go, I go,” stretching up on her toes, she kissed him.
Tommy’s eyes searched hers when she leaned back. Intertwining her hand with his own, his warm, large fingers squeezed hard enough to press the metal of her rings into her flesh, but she didn’t pull away, just gripping back firmly in response.
He nodded.
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Just In Case
My first ever attempt at the @flashfictionfridayofficial challenge. It's a bit ropey, but it's a thing that exists, so yay progress!
Fandom: Thunderbirds/Thunderbirds Are Go
Word count: 999
Rating: teen
Warnings: Kissing, brief mentions of alcohol and poor mental health.
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“Now boys, promise me you’ll be good for your mother. Mind your manners, do your chores - all that good stuff, okay?”
An enthusiastic chorus of “Yes Sir”s - together with Scott’s attempt at a salute - and Jeff was compelled to bend down for one last hug with his two tiny Tracys. For a moment he soaked in the smell of soap in his sons’ hair, the feeling of little arms wrapped around him, and of sticky wet kisses on his cheeks.
His heart ached.
Finally he rose again. “Alright boys,” he said, clearing his throat, “to your duties. Dismissed!”
And with that they were gone, racing past their mother on their way to whatever adventure Scotty had convinced Virgil to go on with him today.
“Stay in the yard you two,” Lucy called after them before walking over to Jeff, holding his hold-all. “I packed your father’s penknife for you,” she said, “just in case.”
Jeff took the bag and kissed her on the cheek. “You didn’t need to do that, Honey. Lee's got all the tools we could possibly need on board.”
“I know,” she replied, shrugging. “It’s just in case.”
He chuckled.
Her favourite phrase.
“Alright then; just in case.”
*
“Promise you’ll write?” she asked as they got to the front door.
Jeff turned back, eyebrow raised.
“Write? Is this Victorian England? We have holo’s; I can just call you.”
“I know,” she said, nodding. “It’s just it’s so far, and comms can be unreliable-”
Jeff laughed. “Those same comms you want to send emails through?”
Lucy scowled up at him. “Don’t be an ass, Jeff! I just meant you’ll be so busy, and trying to match up Moon/Earth timezones and stuff, it’s easy to miss each other. I just thought… just in case… it might…”
She huffed and looked at the ground, as if the right words might be scattered down there, and he felt a fresh wave of love for his remarkable, bewildering wife, whose brain was so much quicker than her mouth; who got flummoxed and tongue-tied even as she was thinking circles around you. Trying to keep up with her was like trying to keep pace with a whirlwind.
But god didn’t he just love trying?
His clever, clever Lucy, unfathomable and completely fascinating.
Gently, he reached out and brushed her flushed cheek, willing her to look at him.
“It might…?” he prompted.
Brown eyes met grey. Something brief and inscrutable passed across her face, then she smiled.
“Well…” She cleared her throat. “I just thought it might be something to look back on one day, when we’re old and grey, remembering when we were parted lovers. Like those love letters you see in movies sometimes.”
“Uh-huh. And you thought I’d be ‘leading man material’, huh?” He grinned, puffing out his chest.
“Shuddup,” she grumbled, batting his arm. “Remind me again, how are you planning to fit that ego of yours inside that tiny rocket?”
“Ouch. Kick a man on his way out the door, why don’tcha?” He staggered, clutching his chest and feigning a grievous wound, eliciting giggles.
“Oh yes, definitely got the ‘leading man’ theatrics down!”
“I’m telling Lee you called his rocket ‘tiny’, by the way.”
She gasped. “You wouldn’t dare!”
An eyebrow. “Try me.”
She went to bat him again but this time he caught her and, holding her in his arms, kissed her softly, tenderly, committing it to memory.
As they finally pulled apart, he saw the flush in her cheek was back. Not ready to completely let her go just yet, he cupped her face in his hand to admire it. He thought of the cherry blossoms in the orchard, just beginning to bud, and how the pair of them had walked together amongst them as he’d shown her the deployment papers. He’d lamented the fact he’d miss the full, floral display this year, even as he thought about what else he would miss...
“Alright Honey,” he said, holding her close, “if you write to me I promise I’ll write back. Write and tell me everything that’s going on at home. I want to hear all about what Meryl was gossiping about at the car-wash, or how much pork has gone up at the market, or exactly how much of an idiot Sheriff Buckley made of himself at the county fair.”
“You’re making fun of me,” she said, pouting.
“I promise I’m not, darlin’.” He took her face in his hands and looked her square in the eye. “I want to know everything. Tell me how Dad’s making a nuisance of himself trying to fix every fencepost around the place. How Mom won’t stop bringing you casseroles and you’re running out of places to hide ‘em.”
Lucy choked back a giggle.
“Write and tell me about every adventure and every scrape the boys get into. Let me know every single thought that goes through that beautiful mind of yours. I want to hear everything. Every moment. Don’t miss out a single thing - write it all. And one day we’ll read them together, side by side in the nursing home, surrounded by grandkids. Okay?”
“...Okay.”
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All was quiet in the villa. Padding softly over to check the lock, Jeff returned to his screen and, after gathering himself together, brought up the hidden file.
The last time he’d looked at it, he’d not been in a good place. There had been whisky. It wasn’t… It was a mistake.
He was better now. His boys had pulled him through.
Together they’d found a new purpose.
It was time.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the file.
“Dear Jeff, how are you doing? I hope Lee isn’t driving you too mad yet. Virgil cut another tooth today…”
One last gift from his clever, clever wife, who’d known that not every love story ends in the nursing home. Who’d realised that one day one of them might need something to help remember the good times.
A contingency plan.
Just in case.
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watching disenchantment season 2
ok, setting up the story with the king, now what will they be doing with bean?
huh, moms reflections disappeared when the water was hit. makes me think she's not really there. something like an illusion can be seen in waving water as it's too hard to figure out how it should reflect.
"make dreamland great again" ok that made me to a dry spittake (it's like a spittake, except you got nothing in your mouth to spit out). we're getting extremely political here. like that's just condemning trump, now way to avoid it.
damn, that's a horrible way to go. if you're lucky you'll run out of air quick.
i mean obviously that wasn't going to be how we'd get rid of the first real villain, but damn would it be great if she died.
ok, that's a lot of honestly on the nature of witchhunts.
oh, luci is whistling the elves song, and elfo is pulling pranks. it seems like they're going to do some cool shit with those two.
oh damn they are just killing of major side character at present.
like they had the chance to return to a level of status quo, but no, the story is moving forwards. would love it if the pirate queen stuck around.
the forest sign is always a fun joke.
don't like mixing settings too much, but i would love to see bean do well in steamworld.
random note about something in the first season but i never took the time to properly appreciate their hell. it's not eternal torture. sure, there's some, but the real hell is having to experience the worst part of your life over and over and over again, being forced to dwell on it forever. now this requires a mind that would dwell on it, but of those that do little could be worse.
man bean can be very oblivious to romance. i'm sure that started headcannons of things like ace or aro. this isn't critique of such headcannons btw. those groups so very rarely get explicit representation so headcannon is the only way to go. i means lesbians do get such representation yet i'll still headcannon bean as missing hints from guys because of being gay, only slightly inspired by posts i saw in the past.
one trope i hate is magic is just science. it makes it so magic is limited by technology, it has hard borders, it can't grow, it forces magic into the structure of science. and at the same time it tends to remove the logic of science, if science is responsible for magic it can't follow the logic we know. luckily, this isn't that.
a think i like is magic is a part of science just like any other part of the world. instead of forcing magic into the structure of science it forces science into the structure of magic. it's not that magic has the be ordered or have defined boundaries, instead this is using a lens of realism in a good way. if you live in a world with magic then people would want to learn about it just like people in a world with chemistry want to learn about that. people will try to learn about it, how to use it and how to use it reliably. magic can be as hard or as soft with or without rules, this is about how people act towards it and i love it. this isn't that either.
instead it's magic is science we don't understand yet. this is just reality. your pain goes away when you chew on willow bark or "tea" brewed from it? until you figure out neurons and painkillers it's clearly magic, yet it's just everyday stuff to us now. now i hate this when it makes magic less impressive, but magic in this show has always felt more like super chemistry (it functions like chemistry, but it's effects are way more extreme) instead of magic, so i think it works here.
Elfo making friend in the freakshow is really nice.
ok, bean is oblivious to romance even by my standards
i'm very interested too where they are going with lucy. is he going to continue his arc of being more good?
and damn the king has it rough. being aware of going crazy? that has got to be one of the worst things that can happen to you.
oh, that's a twist. remember that bit block about magic? yea, turns out i may have been wrong.
gosh i hope this romance is for real. if it is it's really well done.
"when does scurvy kick in" today in questions you should never ask yourself. also 3 months without vitamin C. so don't go without fruit for a long time. if you do and you start taking vitamin C again you'll make a full recovery in 2 weeks. this has been a PSA, i guess.
man, so many double meanings. and that better not be the last of her.
ok, mother daughter moment between oona and bean is amazing. i mean i wouldn't add drugs to the mix, but i also wouldn't add alcohol or smokes, and many other people would, and i fail to see a difference between alcohol and drugs (alcohol is a drug after all) and can help some people.
oh, we're "eh tu brutus"ing this?
oh, more then i expected at the start... oh shit, i know how brutus'll be.
oh, that plan was even worse in a way.
oh, the border is like the dutch belgium border (very niche joke. so highways in the netherlands are exceptionally smooth compared to those in belgium. you can literally feel the change as the ride goes from smooth to bumpy or vice versa. their roads are way better lit though.)
damn, that felt like a filler episode. but a very good one. s2ep8
they got the most important part of a siege correct: make sure people don't starve. walls generally mean people can't get in, that they can be held off, even with much smaller numbers (100 to 1 could be withstood), but both sides would try to starve the other. inside could stock up on food, but outside to get more.
didn't know if they would ever get here. but i'm happy they did. becoming queen, the end of the long arc of struggling for the ability to have any control. now i hope she's actually able to stop whatever is coming. if she can't and has to leave to get help then sure we'll have some drama in the realm of "i was in charge but i failed" but i think actually having her able to complete that one arc would be a lot more interesting. instead of self doubt it would be a weight of responsibility, and i think seeing bean deal with that would be a lot more interesting. the title of the next episode, "Bean Falls Down", doesn't instil me with confidence though.
they payoff to the green smoke is... not great. but lets see where they go with it.
that certainly makes the dress she's wearing fit. and damn they sure love getting everyone in peril and split up at endings to parts. also Luci's death and end are amazing.
oh, the intro promises bean with weapons, would love to see that more.
at least she's not a willing damsel in distress. it's always fun when you don't know who's going to save who.
no matter what that was a plan subverted. supposedly everything up to now was one big plan, or at least a lot was, but this was 100% a plan subverted, a true win.
and damn that's a neat new hook. sadly this time no lesbian lover i fear, but i (always) hope i'm wrong on that.
well you don't have to call me out for watching a cartoon at midnight... also it's not midnight (that'll take like 80 minutes)
damn, that's a neat way of resolving some old arcs.
but wait, we never got bean with a bow? did this episode go trough some big revisions?
anything chaz is always sinister yet actually good. and it's such a funny running gag.
wholesome, in a creepy way.
interesting change for Zog, would love to see where it goes
oh, that throw away joke was foreshadowing wasn't it. the show is rather good about it. and no i won't tell what i'm referring too so now every throw away joke is suspect in your head :P
the conflict was... meh, but the things it set up are very neat.
oh those two ruling together? this'll last for about a minute.
oh how testicles can fuck up your ability to sing. threaten to cut them off? don't threaten me with a good time.
seriously with the amount of secret tunnels in the castle and the rock it's a miracle there's still any rock.
oh, that's not the water creature i was expecting, i was hoping the return of Mora (not off the table yet) but these are creepy little fucks.
oh, yea, they'd all be fucking dead.
also if you ever have to repare to swim with clothes: lose as many clothes as possible; you wearing a vest or skirt that's easy to take of? TAKE THEM OFF. ESPECIALLY take off your shoos. they are heavy and restrict movement of the Most important body part while swimming.
please don't let this be a "she gets distracted from the real problem by romance" plot. just let her have something nice, please?
oh, seems like not the plot, and instead a message that's the EXACT OPPOSITE... nice. also "there's never a right time for romance"... do you really have to call me on my bs of "i'll wait till i start hrt"? common, it's not fair if my escapism is calling me out.
oh, so many twists. romance gets more complicated, a new addition to the plot, and what we learn will be a twist for the characters in the future.
the dream element of dreamland has really grown on me. it started feeling a bit contrived, but they use it interestingly.
"it's not what you want, it's what you deserve" oh fuck that is so good. kind of like the end of raiders of the lost arc, but with much more interesting parts to it. it's literally karma juice
oh, OH, that's a good twist on what the dream is doing. but why is she her mom?
fucking hell she needs therapy. serious vibes of "this could kill me, but eh fuck it it may not"
the intro promises something good. bean working trough some serious shit with her unconcious. the title, "bean falls apart" not so much. and it's a finally, which so far have always ended bad. serious fear for the show: it end on one of those bad endings and then gets cancelled.
and the plot continues to thicken. it could be good for one person, but fuck man. honestly this is a series i want to end. not because it's bad or getting worse, but because i want a good ending to happen. i just want things to work out. like even the extremely slow moving plots are fine but there's just so much worry it won't get the good ending the characters deserve. everyone grew so much and i just want them to be happy.
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hey hey hey! i just rewatched the first narnia movie and i had a few questions about your narnia dr. 1) what was your royal title (ex: lucy the valiant)? 2) if you got a gift from father christmas, what was the gift? 3) when you went "back" to the real world, did you go back to the professor's house with the siblings or come back to your cr? thanks for always being so open about your shifting experiences it's really motivating to read :]
Hi!
My title was Lilith the Harmonius! (Lilith isn't my name here, it's just the one I chose for this DR!)
My gift was a magical pendant that granted the bearer immense luck in any situation (very cool thanks dude 👍) and a falcata (type of sword)! They were super cool imo!!
I stayed at the professor's house with everyone :) I actually changed the "story" quite a bit because... I didn't want to die or deal with them dying so I stayed for all three visits to Narnia and then scripted that all of us (including Peter and Susan) would be given the choice of whether or not we stay in Narnia or stay/return to Earth. I also scripted that we would choose Narnia (sorry Susan lol). Also also, this is another DR where I scripted out my memories so I fully regained them after we all chose Narnia and then I stayed there till I was 20 (I think? it may have been 21/22? I know it was early 20s though - I'll check it in my WR and update!) and then shifted back.
Thank you for the questions! I don't think I've talked too much about my Narnia DR yet? :')
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Christmas in July Chapter 17
Here’s a little story for Day 17 with Jeff and his Wee Tracy boys with I’ll Be Home For Christmas! I hope you all enjoy it!
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Jeff takes a moment to catch his breath in the quiet of his car. Her engines are slowly cooling after the drive home from the private airstrip. By some miracle of the roads being clear and meetings ending early, he’s home for Christmas. The clock reads 11:04PM. He made it home for Christmas Eve. That’s a first.
He gathers up his coat and hat under his arm. The garage air is chilly, but less brutal than out in the winter air. Jeff pulls open the trunk to find the basket of presents he brought home from Kaohsiung. Hopefully he has time to wrap them up before any of his boys awaken. With the presents loaded up in a precarious pile, Jeff shuts the trunk and makes his way inside.
The house is quiet. The only noises that he can hear are the constant thrum of the refrigerator from the kitchen with the central heating keeping the farmhouse cozy. Before he drops them, Jeff slides the presents onto the kitchen island. He deposits his hat, coat, and shoes by the front door. He can manage to put them away properly tomorrow.
A soft mirage of colored lights dances into the dark kitchen from the living room. Jeff pads in his socks to the hallway and peeks in. His boys had certainly done well decorating. While there weren’t any lights on the outside, Jeff can now only assume that’s because they are all in here. The room reflects little about the late hour it is with how bright the string lights are. Even more shocking is that all five of his boys can sleep in the living room with them on.
He’s quiet as he wanders like a child seeing everything for the first time. Moving to the half-wall heading up the stairs, Jeff runs his hands over the banister. Everyone’s stockings are hung up and filled with candies and trinkets. Even his- right next to John’s.
Jeff doesn’t go digging through what fills the stockings. He’ll find out soon enough tomorrow morning.
The tree is another sight to behold. Their ornaments are all on the tree. Every single one. Not a branch is left bare, and a few have multiple dangling from their hold. Jeff’s favorite from his childhood is there in the middle. One bobble from a set Lucy bought for their first Christmas in the farmhouse rests on the ground. Jeff picks it up and smiles. He runs his thumb over the worn lettering of “Happy New House!” with a cheesy cartoon gingerbread house drawn below.
Speaking of the ground, Jeff kneels to find presents upon presents packed into the small space. A few spill out onto the carpet around the walking area of the living room. By no means are they professionally wrapped. Most are a hodge-podge of too much tape and too little paper. The tags on those all read as “From Dad” or “From...” with a brother’s name listed.
But there’s a few that Jeff can see poking out from the pile that aren’t like the others. Their paper is slicker with glitter and perfectly coiled ribbons that only a professional craft store can manage. The tags read “From Santa” in cursive he vaguely recognizes as Scott’s from elementary school.
John mumbles something in his sleep from the couch. Jeff turns to his boys that are bathed in the Christmas lights. They’re in their Christmas pajamas. A pair has been left out on the coffee table for him that looks to match Gordon’s. Alan and Virgil have matching sets on, with John and Scott in the same pair. Jeff restrains himself from taking a picture. Being in high school didn’t allow for moments of matching pajamas with you brother. And if it did happen? Then it shouldn’t be documented.
A small piece of Jeff’s heart clenches in pain at the fact his boys once again had to spend a special day without him around. He’s here for Christmas Day, Jeff reminds himself.
He sneaks to the kitchen. With presents in hand, he takes the basement steps one by one until he reaches the smaller living room. It takes a while for him to find where Scott stashed the wrapping paper from this year. Behind a box of old elementary crafts and summer welcome mats is the paper.
Jeff settles down with a goal in mind. He has many more years than Scott or John when it comes to wrapping gifts. The scissors glide along the paper in a smooth line. He wraps up the presents for each son one by one. But he signs them all in the same way.
“Love, Dad.”
#thunderbirds#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds 2015#thunderbirds fanfiction#jeff tracy#wee tracy’s#christmas#christmas in july
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Wrapped nicely in paper is a set of crochet hooks Luci has carefully painted different pokemon characters on the handle, the size he’s most likely to use a lot painted with a Ditto. Along with the hooks, is a journal that she put “For crochet ideas” on in pretty script along with a page that carefully details a crochet hook size chart, yarn weights, and other little bits of information she thought could be useful.
Note: Milo, Merry Christmas. I wasn’t quite sure if you had a place to document your little creatures, so I thought the journal was a good idea. That way even when you give some away you’ll always have them. Love, Luz
[user grins. He’s impressed by the hooks and thinks the journal is a cool idea]
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Birthdays 12.20
Beer Birthdays
Joseph Liebmann (1832)
Charles William Bergner (1854)
Ron Silberstein (1960)
Five Favorite Birthdays
Edwin Abbott; writer (1838)
David Breashears; mountaineer, filmmaker (1955)
Bobby Colomby; rock drummer, singer (1944)
George Roy Hill; film director (1921)
Alan Parsons; rock musician, keyboardist (1949)
Famous Birthdays
Jenny Agutter; English actor (1952)
David Bohm; physicist (1917)
Billy Bragg; English rock musician (1957)
Charlie Callas; comedian, actor (1924)
Peter Criss; rock drummer (1945)
Irene Dunne; actor (1898)
Harvey Firestone; tiremaker (1868)
John Fletcher; English writer (1579)
Uri Geller; psychic, spoon-bender (1946)
Thomas Graham; chemist (1805)
Bob Hayes; sprinter, Dallas Cowboys WR (1942)
John Hillerman; actor (1932)
Pieter de Hooch; Dutch artist (1629)
Sidney Hook; philosopher (1902)
Mike Keneally; rock musician, singer, songwriter (1961)
Suzanne K. Langer (1895)
Max Lerner; political writer (1902)
David Levine; artist, caricaturist (1926)
Peter May; Scottish writer (1951)
Tony Moore; comic book artist (1978)
Dennis Morgan; actor, singer (1908)
Lucy Pinder; English model (1983)
Chris Robinson; rock singer (1966)
Sacagawea; guide 1788, died this day 1812)
Joey Silvera; porn actor (1951)
Lara Stone; Dutch model (1983)
Robert J. Van de Graaff; physicist (1901)
Veronica Wild; porn actress (1989)
Little Stevie Wright; Australian rock singer (1948)
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I Couldn't Lose You
(What if it was Ryan instead of Carson at the hospital???)
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Everything’s a bit fuzzy when Nancy wakes up. The chair to her side seems to shake as much as her hands. So her first thought (after where the hell am I) wills her vision to still.
She stops breathing at her second thought.
“Ace. Where’s Ace?” If she’s in a hospital bed and wasn’t even the one cursed, then where the hell is he?
She hears a bit of shuffling and turns her head to see Ryan walking toward her.
“Nancy, thank god. Are you okay?” he asks, pauses, and then decided to not wait for an answer. “Of course, you’re not okay. What happened? Bess said it was a ritual gone wrong?”
Whatever the truth was, she needed to know. “Dad. Ace–is he okay?”
When Ryan reaches for her hand, Nancy wants to change her mind. She wants to scream, to violently and loudly chose to live in any delusion where Ace is safe. Ryan brushes his thumb against her palm. Ace has to be alive. She can’t do this again.
“Nancy, it’s okay. He’s okay. He’s in the waiting room. He’s okay,” Ryan said, pulling her into a hug, tears landing on his cheeks. “You know, it was bad for a while, Nancy. Thank god you’re awake.”
Ryan pulled away to look at her directly in the eyes. “What happened Nancy? What did Bess mean?”
Nancy took a deep breath. “We tried to break the love curse. We had all the answers and all the ingredients. I guess it was too easy.” She let out a ragged, low laugh. “We spent the day preparing for the ritual. He’d pause as we were chopping some mystical herb and ask if I was still scared. Of course, I was. But at some point, I started believing it would work. He told me when he first liked me and we were planning vacations and I was trying to figure out how we’d afford it. But Temperance sabotaged the ritual.”
Ryan continued holding her hand. “Wait, you were planning a trip?”
“Yes…and I know it was stupid and reckless and—”
“—No, I mean maybe but that wasn’t why I asked. So you and Ace talked about taking a romantic trip while the curse was still intact? And his romantic feelings for you?”
She nodded. Why was Ryan fixating on this? They needed a solution, not to focus on the unfulfilled promises they made to each other.
“So discussing your feelings doesn’t activate the curse?”
Oh. And she’d been so scared to even tell him about the curse, but apparently, she could monologue for hours on her love and their hearts would keep beating. But they can’t touch each other. And after that kiss, after losing him and getting him for real, she needs to be able to. To drag her fingers through his hair. To place her hands on his arms. To hold him by the waist as he kisses her again and again and again.
“I guess only physical manifestations of our feelings count?” she said, not really understanding Ryan’s point. “Which is why we need to talk to Bess and find a different way. We have to try again.”
“Nancy, you’re going to need to take a break. I’m not telling you to stop, and despite my fear, I don’t want you to stop altogether. I know I wouldn’t. But you need to rest. And then when you’re back, we have to be smart. You can’t do rituals you found less than 24 hours before. We have to have safeguards and contingency plans so something like this,” he pauses, his eyes dragging across the hospital room, “never happens again.”
“Ace is my person. I can’t just give up! Pretend to move on and be totally cool being just friends.”
“Nancy, I don’t think you understand. I’m not staying to give up. And not saying you should walk away from Ace. I’m saying we need to use Temperance’s blind spots against her. She only thought of love as physical.” Ryan stops, looking awkwardly at his hands. Standing up, he speaks again “there are many ways to love, she only made one deadly.”
“Nancy, maybe I’m overstepping but if I could even just exchange emails again with Lucy I’d be happy. I miss excitingly checking my inbox and hiding my notifications from the people around me. I miss our written declarations and confessions. If I got the choice—to be able to be with her again but only like that?—I’d take it.”
“Dad.” Nancy doesn’t know what to say. Her throat seems too sharp and she knows if she moves, she’ll be bawling.
“Just think about it. I’ll send Ace in.”
#nancy drew cw#nancy drew 4x03#nancy drew spoilers#nace#ace [redacted]#nancy drew and ryan hudson#ryan hudson getting better at this dad stuff#nancy drew fic
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Conoce a Lucy Rohe (Football Ligere)
Conoce a Lucy Rohe (Football Ligere)
Por: Omar Álvarez
Ella es Lucy Rohe, jugadora de Fútbol Ligere. Originaria de la CDMX, a sus 25 años formó parte de ThunderGirls Lingerie, desempeñándose como RB, WR, LB y CB.
🗣️”Este año he recibido dos invitaciones para jugar profesionalmente en USA”.
Una de las metas para Lucy siempre fue crecer como jugadora, 🗣️”Mi meta a lograr es llegar a tener el nivel de juego de un estadounidense, quiero…
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meme for talking about music that is Not sp*tify wr*pped. what were the four albums you enjoyed listening to the most this year. mine were:
laura gibson - goners
lucy dacus - historian
arlo parks - collapsed in sunbeams
vienna teng - inland territory
tagging you. mutuals blease what albums do you like to listen to all the way through. i want to know!!!
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