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Drarry with Teddy <33
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Twisted Captivity
Prologue
A/n: im so excited for this story and I can’t wait to write the first chapter! I tried to make the prologue look as interesting as possible but I think I failed💀😭
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“What’s this?” You asked your father as you stared at the paper in front of you curiously.
“Read it” You eyed him suspiciously before grabbing the paper in front of you and reading it.
Twisted raven
“Um…and what does this have to do with me?” Your father rolls his eyes before setting his cup of coffee down.
“A dear friend of mine owns that aquarium. Recently he told me about how a couple of his workers quit for some unknown reason and how he has to do extra work now” He says as he walks back to refill his cup.
“And so I told him that you might be interested in the job”
“You told him what?!” You ask. It’s not that you don’t want the job, you’re just confused and shocked about how your dad made you accept something without you knowing about it first.
“Let me finish” You huff before sitting back down.
“I told him that you wouldn’t mind since I know how much you love those little sea creatures”
“Not only sea creatures, but the whole ocean itself!”
“See what I mean” You rolled your eyes as you felt your face heat up.
“Anyways, this would be great for your little sea creature diary”
“Once again it’s my research journal dad”
“Same thing” You rest your head on the table as you continued scrolling through your phone.
“This job is perfect for you dear”
“Not only will you do something that you enjoy, the pay is also really good” He says as he walks over to the sink to throw his dirty cup in.
“Well that’s all I wanted to tell you! Thank you so much for letting me come over dear”
“You sound like I don’t allow you in my house”
“Because you don’t!” You chuckle before getting up and giving your dad a hug.
“Bye! Tell mom I said hi and that you guys should come over for dinner when you’re free”
“Of course! Now please do think about it! I can’t stand him whining any longer” He says as he rubs his temple.
“I will. Thanks dad”
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“Ah! You must be y/n right?” You nod your head as the man with the crow mask shakes your hand.
“Oh I’m so glad you came! I was getting worried for a second thinking you might’ve changed your mind!”
“And then I would’ve have to take care of those ungrateful brats!” You just stood there awkwardly as he whispered to himself.
This is my new boss?
“Oh! How rude of me! My name is Crowley! I am the founder and owner of twisted raven!”
“It’s a pleasure meeting you Mr. Crowley”
“Pleasure meeting you to Ms. L/n! But you can just call me Crowley! No need for the formalities”
“Ah okay”
“Now follow me!” The man quickly turns around before walking away. You quickly follow suit.
“Your father told me you’re a researcher”
“Ah yes something like that”
“Great! Then I think you will definitely like it here! Perfect for the job already”
“What was that?”
“Nothing!”
Weird…he sure likes to mumble things
“All the sea animals and creatures we have here are very different from one another! Some may be aggressive while others are not. Some poisonous and some not! So do be careful when you handle them”
“We can’t have any more accidents”
“What was that last part?”
“Nothing important”
“Oh okay”
“Anyways! I would like for you to be in charge of feeding them and cleaning their tanks! I would also like it if you could write down anything that happens between you and the mers”
“We’ve been wanting to get more information about them but they’re just not cooperating with us!”
Your brows furrowed at that
What does he mean by mers?
“You will be in charge of group 3 while some of my other workers will take care of group 1 and 2”
You frown
Group 3? What does that even mean?
“Um…Mr- I mean Crowley…what do you mean by group 3?” He halts before turning around.
“What?”
You both stared at each other in confusion.
“Did your father not tell you?”
“Tell me what?” You asked. Now you were confused but also curious.
“What did your father tell you exactly y/n?”
“Erm- that you need workers and that this is an Aquarium?” You can see his eye twitch as he still had on that cheerful smile on his face.
“Oh”
“Did I say something wrong?”
“No no no….its just that-”
“This isn’t an aquarium”
“It’s a research facility”
“A what now?”
“Research Facility!”
“Oh”
“And I suppose he also didn’t tell you about the beautiful creatures we have here in this facility, correct?”
“Um…no?”
“Great! More work for me”
“Mm?”
“Nothing! Ah just follow me! I’ll show you what you will have to do!” You did as he says as you guys continued walking down the long hall.
This will be a long day
For both you and him
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Heimdall x Reader ⎯⎯ From Dusk till Dawn [Chapter 6]
Night 6 (Heimdall X F!Reader)
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✎ Summary: Fanfic of reader married to Heimdall cause Odin wanting a grankid.
✎ Word count: 1.5k
✎ Title: From Dusk till Dawn
✎ Chapter: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] ... more // trying to publish as much as possible.
✎ Note: Im not a writer, its the first time I want to write something on a character I like alot.
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After that night, you two are getting a little close to each other, at least that is what it seems like. Perhaps its after what you two did, to finally be one intimately, and now every night when your husband back to the bed chamber, he always find a chance to start getting touchy and get intimate, even when you sit on chair doing work, he will just stand behind you and start teasing, in anyway you can think of.. “Isn’t that your wifey duty to take care of your husband needs?” As he said, which one time you trying to reject him as you too busy doing preparation for your work next day.
Today you have been way too busy than usual working on the new mission assigned by All-father, checking on the dwarves’ progress on the new mining site, a dwarf leader named Durlin has been making a scene and on this. You still remember Durlin was the rebel lead of the Dwarves, you may not be part of the war but you did know some of the story from the Asgardians gossiping in the mead hall. Durlin has certain demand before they will start working on the new mining fields and you been trying to negotiate with them which now still with one more demand left – “to grant the dwarves the right to trade in other realms with other species. ” which you will need to get permission from All-father and All-father been away the whole day, your work come to a halt.
Since there is nothing much you can do at this point, the only thing on your mind is to go back and rest, perhaps tomorrow morning All-father will be back to discuss the dwarves matters. “haahhh--” You sighed loudly in a long breath, this is so much work you think to yourself. “Welcome back, wife” You already heard your husband voice even before you open the door.. He really has this weird habit.
“It’s quite rare to see you back so late hm, did you get lecture by the Svartalfheim’s sow hm?” Heimdall sat on the chair, reading his diary. “It was the mission in Svartalfheim, their leader demand something and now left the last one, I need All-father agreement on that.” Rubbing your eye, you said.
“Durlin huh” Heimdall responded. “How you know his name is Durlin?” You questioned. “Well, he is one of my dear old friend I knew from the battlefield, and I gave him a little special treatment” Heimdall been sarcastic again, you know what he mean little special treatment and you remember the scar on Durlin’s head, perhaps that’s his so called special treatment he gave to him. “Yes, to remind that traitor to never bite the hand that feed them.” Heimdall replied to your thought.
You want to avoid talking about war, it’s not really your favorite topic. Putting your equipment on top of another table, you try to catch your breath from the long working hours going back and forth multiple time both Asgard and Svartalfheim the whole day.
“How was your day?” It’s just one of your habits asking such questions, Heimdall found it annoying the first few times but now he just get used to it. “haa- it was fine. Next question.” Turning to the next page he said. You smiled at the way he talks, it’s funny for some reason.
But now you do have something in mind that you have been curious about the whole time since the first day of your marriage, the diary. “Why do you keep reading your diary? It’s the thing you always do when you get back. Seems like you’ve been reading the same few pages over and over.” You probably now regret asking it to cause the way he looks at you is not what you call friendly.
“Sorry..if I crossed the line...” Not wanting to meet his eye, you turn your head continue to clean yourself and change your clothes to your night wear. It is quiet the whole time after you asked that question. You really regret it now, it was dumb.
Getting the book you bought from the Svartalfheim market about wood carving, you lay on the bed to face the window and start reading it. Not sure after how long, you heard Heimdall preparing himself to sleep too. You tense up a bit when he joins you on the bed, hoping he is not mad at you, it will be hard for you to fall asleep when you know someone hate you just next to you.
You felt his hand on your waist, slowly feeling your skin and starting to move up. “hm!” You squeaked at his hand motion, it’s tickle. You grab his hand but not because you want him to stop. “It was my mother’s diary.” Heimdall finally told you what it was and quite a surprise as you don’t expect him to told you especially something belong to his mother, he never actually talk about his mother at all. The suspension after his answer, you gently squeak his hand to get him some comfort.
“That few pages were the page she wrote about me.” Heimdall snuggles his head on your neck and continues. It’s really a very rare sight to see Heimdall to be so vulnerable, even more vulnerable than the time you two get intimate. Heimdall is always a prick to everyone even to you when you both are still not married to each other yet. You still remember the Asgardians complain about the god of foresight how he purposely spills his mead on the floor so the lady not able to have her midday rest. He also a jerk to you too way before you two put in this arranged marriage, he purposely throw your notebook that you accidentally left in the mead hall as you getting too busy into the nearby pond and he told you he thought it was just some garbage and doing you a favor to clean your mess, what a prick. You still remember it took you a week to fully dry your notebook, the content is too valuable to throw away. “I see..” Cut off your own thoughts and you replied back to Heimdall, not sure what to say. You can feel his breath on your neck and his hand trying to turn your body to face him and you comply.
“…” Still silent and you decided to break it. “Do you know where she is now?” You really want to test the water to see if the dreki monster will come out and bite you. “..not sure, her last few pages doesn’t sound happy about Asgard, so she definitely not here..” Heimdall closed his eyes and spoke. That’s kinda make you sad to think that his mother left Asgard, things must be hard for him even he never say any--. “Don’t you dare feel pity for me.” That’s sound like an order to you. “I’m not pity you, I feel sad about it.” You answered genuinely. Heimdall opens his eyes look into your eyes, you know he is searching something, a falsehood of the statement you make just now. Heimdall is very prideful, he can’t stand people feeling pity for him, this applies to his wife too. You cradle his face with your one hand, kissed on his forehead. And yes, that’s how he started to get in the mood and demanding more from you and things start to get messy..again.
After some time the wave of pleasure finally cooled down, both of you cuddle for sometime before felling asleep.
“Hey, can I ask you another question?” You want to make sure he will answer you or you can drop it if he is not happy about it. “haa--- I knew this going to happen..go on..” Heimdall sighed and put his head on top of your head, and one hand feeling your belly. “I saw the scar on your back, what happened?” You go on. “Is this your hobby to poke on people weak spot?” Heimdall looked at you and said it in a sarcastic way, this is a good sign that means he is not angry.
“..it was when Baldur still a brat, even he still is now. I was not paying attention to him as I thought he won’t be too physical and hurt me in anyway. He threw a spear at me just for fun as he thought I definitely will dodge it.” Baldur, his younger brother was very active when he was a kid and hardly see he sit at one place, he always running around the whole city causing trouble although he didn’t mean it. You put on hand on the scar to feel it. It did give Heimdall a weird but pleasurable sensation as he trembles when you move your hand across the scars. That’s cute you think.
Heimdall has been feeling your belly the whole time whenyou two talk. You looked at him and he just stared at you silently. “..?” Raising your eyebrows signal him to tell you if anything wrong, but he just imitates your face expression and continue feeling your belly but changed to use his finger drawing circle on your belly. “oh.” Realized what he means, that’s the only word came out of your mouth.
“I think it’s a boy.” He looked at you.
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Hello, dear babies~
˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙ !!
This is a new section in this blog , highly inspired by my anon version in other blogs wich I will not reveal (yes, i am an anon asker in some blog but only bc im bored and I like to talk with my fav blogs about fashion,advices,how limitless we all are and hairstyles ) but whatever. In this section i will be writing what I used to write on my physical diary, so just success stories about the life I recently successfully manifested ( yes, I love long adjectives.) Also will be talking about my PRIVATE life without revealing it all obviously and new manifestation things I found out! So in general just an online diary hi hi hi! Also improvement tips and general experiences that helped me to grow and learn more and more!
This is the end of the first chapter babes, see you next time!
- XOXO with love leen ♡
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im starting a novel, book, series (whatever you wanna call it!) about a woman who buys a house with her husband and their marriage is failing and in turn with it so does the house and she documents it through diary entries. thats just the rough idea but i wanted your opinion as a writer: is this unoriginal? should i post chapters online or just write one solid chunk? how do you motivate yourself to be creative? tysm in advance!
Hello! Firstly I’d like to say if you have plans on publishing this novel I wouldn’t post it online at all. Too many websites these days have increasingly tricky copyright laws and assume ownership of the things you post when you post them, so better to be safe than sorry and keep it off the web entirely. I don’t want you to write a masterpiece and then not be allowed to publish it because some website claims it’s plagiarism!
Secondly, I don’t believe in ‘unoriginal’ ideas at all. I really don’t, and here’s why. In the history of humanity, every single story ever told can be boiled down to 9 archetypes. Yes that’s right, over the tens of thousands of years we’ve been on this planet, only 9 archetypes (rescuing of a lost love, red string, the underdog, result of impersonation/disguises, hero’s journey, mentorship, fatal attraction, two sides of a coin, & careful what you wish for).
So a cynic might say, how can any story be ‘original’ when they’re all just some deviation from these 9? Well a cynic would answer that they’re not. However, we are not cynics, and this news is good for us because it means well, if no stories are original, then there is freedom to do whatever you want, because it’s all already been done before.
But the thing is, the thing that makes me say there’s no such thing as an unoriginal story, is that no one will do it the way you will do it, because you haven’t written it before. And even if you HAVE written it before, you’ve only written it in a very specific state of being, with the context about the world that you had. Current you might write this story one way, but future you might have a completely different outlook on life, will have gone through different and new experiences to inform new writing. So even if you’ve written something before, you’ll never write the same thing twice.
To answer your last question about motivation, for me really all it comes down to is having too many stories to tell and not enough time to tell them lol. For me usually the only reason I skip writing for the day is because physically my body isn’t up to the task of sitting at the computer for hours on end. Writer’s block happens to all of us, and when it strikes, I force myself to write something completely nonsensical, something totally unrelated to what I was working on before.
Start out with 500 words of pure nonsense, just type out whatever little silly story your fingers produce. Don’t worry about making it good, or making it make sense, just be silly and have fun. You can stop at the 500, but chances are you’ll want to continue a little longer, maybe another 500. Maybe another. But maybe not! Maybe after 500 words your brain gives you an idea for the original project and you abandon this writing exercise entirely to go work on it, that’s all part of the process.
I’m sending you my love, my dear anon, and please remember this: write the stories that you want to tell, the things that will fulfill you in some way. Nothing else matters :)
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IS IT TRUE LOVE?
CHAPTER 1
A/N: omg i’m so proud to show you my creation what i call ‘is it true love’! i really have to thank @39-badgers for giving me the idea of doing this after all! have fun reading this!
pairing: john lennon x fem!timetravel!reader
words: 1,2k+
summary: after a conflict with her parents, YN falls asleep in her room and awakes in 1962. throughout her journey through time, she meets young john lennon and his band ‘the beatles’. for all the years that will come, she’ll have to ask herself one question.
yln - your last name
YN`s POV
Another boring day at college. As usual. But this time, it was different. Not better, but worse. I got detention for nothing, well…because I got distracted. And I couldn`t even argue with the teacher. Oh well, all I had to do was to write down some rules on how to behave during class. I`d better listen to one of my most favorite bands…The Beatles.
Back at home, Mom and Dad were already angry. „Do you have any idea why you got detention?“, my mother spoke up first. „Because the teacher is an idiot and he said that `I got distracted`!“, I replied harshly and a big argument between me and my parents rose up. „ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS THESE STUPID BUGS!“, my father snapped at me. „Your dad is right, YN! You’re 21 years old already! You should really think about your future!“, Mom supported my dad. I got so angry at them, I snapped. „WHY SHOULD YOU CARE?! SURE, I’M 21 AND I CAN DO WHAT I WANT! I DON’T CARE ABOUT STUPID COLLEGE! AND DAD, HOW MANY TIMES I HAVE TOLD YOU, THEY’RE CALLED `THE BEATLES´!“, after I said these words, I stomped all the way to my room and slammed the door shut.
My room. It is decorated with all kinds of Beatles stuff. From posters to drawings of their years working together. Sgt. Pepper’s, Revolver…Magical Mystery Tour…and so on. I fell on my bed and…I sobbed. I started to cry and I kept crying and crying….and I did not know why. After a while, I felt pretty heard and I could swear I have heard a sweet and a bit raspy voice telling me „You need some rest…“ which most likely made my drift off to a peaceful slumber..
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YN`s POV
Something around me feels oddly…familiar. I could hear screams which mostly felt like a crowd of fans screaming. At any moment I could be deaf..whatever. But there I catched it. Out from somewhere, I had heard music playing, a pretty nice and catchy tune. But where have I heard it before? Why does it feel so familiar?
`She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…..`
Why can’t I remember this song? What even is this feeling?! And right then and there, I had heard a faint voice calling my name. „YN…? YN. YN!!!“, the voice keeps screaming for my name. Another voice greeted my ears, but I could not immediately recognize it. „Mr. Lennon!“, the other voice said and then…five gunshots were heard. They were so loud, they could have definitely rip my eardrums. And so, I finally got what was happening. I could only scream. Scream as loud as I could. „JOHN!!!“ This name came out of my mouth right after the gunshots.
My eyes opened with such speed, they could not process yet what was to come. My body sat up on the bed, with my eyes slowly adapting to the situation. I realized this was not my room. My eyes studied the walls, which had a red, white and yellow stripe pattern while to the right of the bed stood a bedside drawer and on top of it were standing a small radio box and a bright yellow telephone with a rotary dial, it seemed it`s something out of the 1960’s. „Well, this seems pretty interesting..“, I have thought to myself. As I finally encouraged myself to turn on the radio, a voice blasted through it. „Good morning, Liverpool!Today is 22nd August, 1962! We are currently at 8:30 a.m., so here is our morning programme.“ I decide not to give much attention to the radio, but when I have heard that the year is 1962, I have fallen out of the bed. „1962?! H-How is that possible?This has to be a dream…wait. 22nd August? Liverpool? Today, The Beatles should be performing tonight at the Cavern Club! I have to be there!“, as I said that aloud to myself, I got up properly and decided to get ready for the day. The concert at the Cavern was only at 8 p.m. So, there I am. A 21-year old girl who somehow, under some ‘magical circumstances‘ travelled back in time, to the 1960’s.
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John’s POV
22nd August 1962.
Dear Diary,
one of the bigger days has finally come. We’re playin‘ at the Cavern. ‘S nuthin‘ new, actually, but it’s live for sum Granada television or somethin‘. Also, the new guy, his name’s Richard..he not too bad for a drummer. Not the same as Pete, but we’ll see how this lad’ll do. He keeps wearing rings. Maybe I should call ‘im Ringo, eh? Richard ‘Ringo‘ …Starkey? ‘S not right, innit? Maybe call ‘im „Starr“? Jus‘ imagine. Ringo Starr. Sounds nice. …yeh’re the only one I can talk to..about some things..Mimi won’t get me anyway and me mam’s dead and I don’t want to worry the lads, I jus‘ want for them to stay as tha „bad boy“. He he. Well, Paul’s callin‘ meh to rehearse for the show tonight. Talk to yeh later. -John.
Paul’s POV
John often gets stuck in his own world called ‘his diary‘. Just always wearing those thick-framed Buddy Holly styled glasses. As long somebody sees him wearing them, he immediately takes them off. „I’m not wearing them in public, feeling too embarrassed..“, that’s what he would always say. Let’s see how you’ll feel embarrassed if you would see someone charming in the audience..
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YN’s POV
Once I got outside after closing the door to apparently my own house now, I started to think about if it’s all real or just a big dream. „Why would I scream for John? Why was he screaming my name? Did he know me? Why did that song feel so familiar yet so strange?“, so many questions were running through my head, I wasn’t even noticing where I was walking and so I suddenly have stopped walking as I fell on my bottom. I have realized I bumped into somebody. „O-Oh, I’m very s-sorry!“, I had said quickly, not even looking at the person. „‘S alrigh‘, luv. I can get used to it sometimes.“, the person next to me replied with a sweet and raspy voice. I swear I know it, which also made think to myself: „John..i-it’s you! You’re so young…“ As he got up, he lends a hand. „Need help? Ye won’t look god if you’ll stay like this.“, he asks politely. I took his offer and he helped me getting up. Hes’s actually known for being the „bad guy“ in his youth, but I have never ever seen or heard about him being so kind. „I-I…suppose you’re John, right?“, I asked shyly as I wiped off the dust and dirt from my clothes.
„Well, yeh’re right, luv. And who’re yeh?“, he had asked me in his scouse accent. „I’m..YN. YN YLN.“, I reply. Before our conversation could really start, a voice called for John. „JOHN! Where are yeh, yeh liverpudlian bastard?!“, I could definitely recognize it was Paul’s voice. „Well, I have to go now. Or else somebody’ll have me head. Goodbye, YN!“, and with that, John rushed off in Paul’s direction. „Bye, John…“, that was the last thing I could say before John was gone. He’s probably thinking I don’t know him. Oh god…what have I gotten myself into? I just talked to John Lennon himself.
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pt. 1, unforseen (felix && naji)
this turned out so much worse than i wanted it to.
i was actually kind of worried to write this chapter because while i did have the headcanon that force-sensitives could sense their children’s presences even before they were born, but by the time i wrote this chapter i was so absolutely done with trying to characterize the crew right that i just gave up. ;-;
also like?? there are no felix fanfictions anywhere n im so disappointed. even compared to like, torian, felix has like, none. so i guess i gotta write em’ all lol.
enjoy if you can. it does get pretty depressing near the end though :/
written: 7.28.19. word count: 2,686
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character song: imagine, ariana grande
character file: naji iresso, barsen'thor, felix iresso, lieutenant
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there’s another presence on the ship.
she feels it washing over her, whether she’s meditating or relaxing alone in her quarters. it’s there, it’s warm and beautiful. it’s much like felix’s, like the sunshine on voss, with a bit of a cooler tinge. but it wraps over her like a blanket or a hug, which is comforting in the dark nights aboard the defender.
while it is wonderful, naji is beginning to think there’s an intruder on the ship who’s really, really good at hide and seek. naji has hunted every single corner of the ship, even getting her husband and other crew members involved, but she can not find it. whatever is causing the extra presence, is either invisible or very, very small.
nadia mentions that she doesn’t sense it when she’s alone, only when she was around. and naji trusts she does meditate on her own, which she finds odd. she can’t ask any one else, because no one else on the ship is force sensitive in the slightest. thank god it’s not a cold aura, because naji may have had to fight herself (preferably with a blanket) to ward it off.
she’s reading a holonovel when she hears her name being called from outside her door. it’s…holiday? for a moment, naji forgets she was given access to the ship, and often appeared wherever she pleased except for their quarters. it was a tough week or so before she buckled and allowed tharan to install sensors in the defender for her to appear where she chose. there was one event in particular that lead to naji and felix making a rule that holiday wasn’t allowed to enter unless they gave her explicit permission, one she’d rather not remember right then.
“i’m alone, you can come inside, holiday.” she says softly.
holiday’s slim pink frame shimmers into view as she smiles to the jedi. naji isn’t very good at reading the hologram’s emotions, but she has a mischevous grin that reminds her of tharan’s when he has some sort of new project he’s working on. she’s up to no good, and she refocuses on her reading. “jedi, i may have found the answer to your…‘force presence’ issue!”
her capacity for not only sentience but a real voice box is amazing as she shrills the last part of her sentence (she didn’t ever tell tharan that, his ego would inflate further than the ship could handle, but she was in awe of his work). “is it a good thing?” she asks, as she continues skimming the holonovel. she’d read this one before, a published diary by an old war hero, and was just getting to the mid-climax of the book. “there are no intruders aboard the ship, i hope.”
“not exactly…” she clasps her hands together as she disappears and reappears into view, sitting on the bed next to naji. she props herself up on her elbows next to the barsen'thor, who turns some of her attention to the hologram. “you did say you wanted kids one day…”
“that is true, holiday.” naji smiles to herself as she flips the page. it was a dream she’d had since she was young, but given her position as a warden of the order, felix and her had pushed it back as far as they could. in the prime of their lives, neither was exactly ready to have to resign themselves to the ship or an apartment to care for a child just yet. home was where the heart was, and her heart was with felix iresso. naji wasn’t ready to share it just yet with a baby. “why?”
“well, where do you think that force presence is coming from, if only you can sense it?” holiday purrs, rolling onto her back.
“i’m not sure, holiday.” she answers absentmindedly as the other female groaned. “why, where do you believe it’s coming from?”
“naj, you’re a great person, you’ve helped tharan day in and day out and are even the warden on the jedi order. but could you please listen and think for just a second?” she nearly begs the woman. “why else would i ask about a force presence and then kids within the same span of five minutes?”
“i’m not su-” she pauses for a second, halfway in between flipping another page without even thinking about holiday’s question before the realization sinks in. the force presence was relatively new, and while small, it enveloped her in a way she’d never felt before. only before when she’d reached out in the force for a younger being, such as nadia or the younglings at the temple. innocent, full of life and a passion for adventure. a fire that couldn’t be quenched, but a soft, warm feeling that left you feeling euphoric.
but…
turning slowly to the smirking hologram, she puts the holonovel down on the opposite side of her, trying not to show the anxiety pulsating through her veins as she continues thinking, running a hand through her hair. “holiday, what are you implying?”
“i think you know exactly what i’m implying.” she grins, but her face drops once she sees that naji hasn’t broken into a smile yet. “naj, you do know what i’m implying, right?”
naji stands from the bed, holonovel forgotten as her eyes darken, her hands becoming sweaty and heart rate increasing. “h-holiday-”
“naj, aren’t you happy?” holiday asks, disappearing and reappearing next to her. a panic attack is creeping up, as her chest tightens, her hands wrapping around herself, tears begging to fall from her eyes as the pink woman is trying her best to comfort her. “i’ve heard most women are excited at the whole 'expecting’ part. i’d never be able to bear my own children.”
“holiday, get. out.”
“naji-” the hologram knows she can’t touch her, as her hands phase through her as the jedi flinches away from her, a fearful look her eyes. “it’s going to be okay-”
“holiday i said GET OUT.”
holiday pauses for a moment, as if she’s run into a malfunction or a bug, before lowering her head and shimmering out of her room. she’s shivering, as if it’s too cold in the room as her vision blurs. she can’t help but panic, she’s afraid. it was bad enough she’d gone behind the council’s back and married not even another force sensitive, but a solider. something she’d sold out another padawan for while she was on tython.
and now what?
she was already carting felix off on mission after mission to save the jedi from utter destruction, attempting to keep the republic in one piece. she was trying to be her best, she wanted to be her best. she wanted to be the padawan everyone saw when she arrived to the temple, the one they could rest all their hopes and dreams for the future on.
what would they think of her then? she’d broken the jedi could already, passion was something she fed off now. was she dipping into the dark side already? naji never felt darkness around her, and nadia admitted her force aura was like the suns of tatooine.
and now she was possibly dropping a baby on him as well?
staring at her hands through teary eyes, she couldn’t help but think,
'where did i go wrong?’
-
felix knows something’s off as soon as he boards the ship after a particularily harrowing supply run (imps, stars they’d be the death of him). usually naji always greets him when he arrives, or eventually comes out of the cockpit or from below deck. he doesn’t immediatly panic though, possibly she’s meditating with nadia, and he wouldn’t want to bother his wife if that was the case. she’d get so wrapped up with her padawan some days that she’d be in a trance for maybe an hour afterwards until the bond was severed for a bit.
but, the ship is oddly quiet. zenith sits at the table near the intercom, in his own world of politics and freeing refugees (all very admirable), so other than an offhanded wave from the sandy colored twi'lek, he heads belowdeck.
what’s off is that there’s hushed whispering. qyzen is tinkering with something near the ship’s engines when he checks that room, and that nadia is nowhere to be found in the medbay (where she usually resides), and he picks up his wife’s name from holiday’s voice in the cargo bay. it’s too quiet, but the female hologram sounds concerned.
“holiday! you know she’s sensitive, why would you do something like that behind her back?” nadia asked hushedly. “you didn’t even offer to help her, you just dropped it on her like a bombshell!”
“i’m sorry, nadia. but it was either that or the multitude of other things that could happen if you ignore it for too long. after a bit of research on the holonet, i found out that using the force extensively can endanger not only her but-”
“yes i know that!”
“you didn’t know that beforehand, did you, nadia?” holiday sounds exasperated as he creeps further and further down the stairs and near the cargo bay’s doors. “i thought she’d be happy, i know i’d be!”
“holiday, dear. our fair nadia is correct in her assessment of your actions. this shouldn’t have been taken so lightly. you are aware of her and lieutenant iresso’s position on the matter.” tharan says, as he catches felix’s eye as he steps into the cargo bay, shifting awkwardly as neither woman meet his gaze. “lieutenant, you’ve arrived back to the defender in one piece.” tharan welcomes him back in a slightly standoffish manner.
“that’s right.” he says, raising an eyebrow. “what exactly did you drop on naji, holiday?”
if a hologram could seem embarassed, holiday did in that moment. she flickers in out of existence, hiding behind a curtain of hair as she frowns. she still freaks him out a bit, with the increased sentience. he keeps thinking she’s a real person, just halfway across the galaxy. she lowers her gaze, not meeting felix’s. “where is she, anyways?”
“she’s in your quarters.” nadia answers quietly, arms crossed. less being threatening, but a stance he often noticed was the product of anxiety from the younger woman. “holiday, you tell him. it’s your fault we’re in this mess.”
instead of answering, she shuts off completely. tharan sighs, and felix knows that there’s no way he can get her back. forcing her back into a holographic form causes some uneeded technical difficulties, including being shocked with a low-voltage electric shock if she was feeling particularily mischeveous. “do i have to ask one of you?”
nadia and tharan share a look before turning back to him. “i feel it would be impersonal if we tell you. you may be more inclined to ask your fair jedi.”
“what’s so wrong? is she okay?” he pauses for a moment before almost rolling his eyes at the two. “if you two keep trying to communicate through your eyes i will eventually get an answer from one of you.”
“of course, felix.” nadia says, twisting her robes in her hands. her haphazardly cut hair does nothing for the sad look behind her eyes as she excuses herself. tharan busies himself with something else in the cargo bay before scuttling out to speak with qyzen. out of sight of the others, he does try to keep from bolting up to his quarters, concerned for his wife’s safety. had she fallen ill without him ever knowing? naji did have a tendency for hiding her own pain in favor of healing his. while not a sage, she was was capable of healing faster than tharan could, even though it took a toll on her force abilities and health.
“naj?” he asks, knocking on their shared quarters’ door. “you alright?”
no answer. maybe she’d headed planetside for the night, but he found that unlikely. “i’m coming in.” he said softly, before unlocking the door.
as always, it’s dark. neither of them do much work here, so they have no reason to really keep the lights up that high or that bright. stepping inside, he can’t hear anything, and can’t see her either. however, she gives her position away as he hears shuffling from the bed. he can just make out her form underneath the rose gold comforter, and after slipping off his armor and boots, goes over to sit opposite to her. “naj, i know you’re there.”
“go away, felix.” he’s only getting more concerned, as her voice sounds hoarse.
“naji, did you get yourself sick?” he asks, turning to face his wife. he catches a glimpse of her puffy red eyes in the dim light before she rolls over to face the wall. she’d been crying, for whatever reason. or, she’s caught herself a nasty cold. placing a hand over her shoulder, she flinches before curling into herself. “don’t be like that, please. you didn’t even come to greet me when i got back.”
“i didn’t want to.” she mumbles, pulling the blanket over her head.
felix knows better than anyone that his wife has secrets, enough to fill one of those boxes and then some. he doesn’t know enough of them to pull one to memory just like that, only that she’s been relatively sheltered within the temple since she was child, and that he was in absolute awe the first time he met her. but, something’s eating at her, and he’s not sure what. and seeing his wife in any sort of pain drives him mad, and not in the way he wants to be either.
wordlessly, he pulls the blanket back just enough for naji’s face to be facing him now. “naj, if something’s bothering you, you don’t have to face it yourself. we’re a team, remember?”
her hair pools around her in a blonde ocean as he brushes damp strands of it out of her face. she must’ve been crying while he was on the ship, and a part of him wishes he’d ignored tharan and the others and come straight here. “what’s bothering you?” he whispers as he helps her sit up against the headboard. she slumps further onto him, a few quiet hiccups escaping her.
“h-holiday-”
“i already know she told you something. she didn’t elaborate.” he answers, smoothing back her hair before she looks up at him, blue grey eyes red and shiny with unshed tears.
“i-i’m so sorry, felix.”
“for what? you never did anything wrong.” he responds. “naj, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”
“i should’ve been more careful, this was never supposed to happen, and now…” she trails off into silence. “the force presence i felt, it wasn’t an intruder.”
“okay?” he asks, before she cuts him off.
“felix, it-it’s a child.” he can almost hear her tears rising up again as he tries to take stock of the situation. “i, i messed up. i’m..pregnant.”
felix iresso hates one thing (well he heavily dislikes quite a few things), and it’s when she cries. he doesn’t like it when anyone cries, but when naji breaks down, something in him shatters.
he lets her cry, because there’s no stopping her when does. she’s not a loud crier, but her weeping is enough to make anyone shed a few tears. given, they had both been extremely careful since their first time together (and one of the few times they were every together in such a manner), as she’d expressed her concern of ending his career early (though he’d assured her he was her lieutenant first and foremost) with the prospect of a child. as the warden of the order, he could only imagine how disappointed and crushed she’d be to lose that position that she’d worked her whole life for.
“naj, you don’t need to cry over something you can’t control.” he says quietly, as she shifts herself to rest her head on his chest. “it would’ve been nice to wait a while,” a long while, “but whatever you want to do, i’ll support you through it. whether you don’t want a baby around, or you do, i’ll always be here for you.”
naji’s content to stay with him for the rest of the night. they don’t talk, not about anything. their impending future or her breakdown earlier in the day. the one thing that he does intend to ask her in the morning, as she reads in his lap, is that she wasn’t going crazy. felix had felt that presence too, though he figured not nearly as a strong. he’d thought she’d been running a fever everytime he’d even grazed her skin. but as he adjusted his grasp around her waist, he smiles. deep down, he does hope naji keeps their baby. something with such a bright presence couldn’t be anything that bad.
-
i really hope i characterized felix right. he and andronikos are my favorite romanceable companions.
#swtor#star wars the old republic#swtor oc#original character#swtor fanfiction#swtor fanfic#fanfiction#felix iresso#naji iresso#female jedi consular/felix iresso
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Here I Go Again! (Group Fic) - Chapter One - pureCAMP
A/N - without further ado, here it is! i hope u enjoy it as much as i do because im the hugest mamma mia fan ever
Honey, Honey - I Have A Dream - Money, Money, Money
One wedding. One husband. One mom. Three dads. Trixie held her breath and gazed out at the horizon. The way that the sun reflected off the sea water, creating idyllic crystals in the midst of their paradise, was something Trixie had always loved. As a little girl, she’d stare from her bedroom window at the glittering ocean until the sun sank beneath the waves, and she would be put to bed. She would never not love staring out until her eyesight went blurry.
However, there was one thing she loved more, and that was when the gentle waves of the sea were interrupted by a boat carrying her two best friends. Stood at the dock, she bounced up and down, unable to control her excitement.
“TRIXIEEEEE!” Naomi yelled first, descending from the boat with ease. Her long, slender legs carried her over the wobbling of the little boat and onto the wooden planks with all the grace of an aspiring supermodel. Kim wasn’t so lucky. She stumbled, almost falling in, but managed to regain her balance and land on the dock with a slightly louder thud. Both girls opened their arms instantly and crushed Trixie in a sweaty hug.
It had been too long. Kim had been staying with her father and living away, whilst Naomi attended a girl’s school far off in Italy. Of course they’d kept in contact, but it was nothing in comparison to having her girls back again, in the flesh, under the baking Greek sun.
“I’m so glad you’re here!” Trixie beamed, regarding her friends. “Everything’s been so crazy! Mom is gonna be so happy to see you! Although I’m sure she’ll start to stress even more now that guests are arriving.”
Trixie’s mom, Sharon, was the definition of a workaholic. The moment she’d seen the ring, and Trixie’s huge smile, she’d taken the idea of a huge white wedding in her stride, as though it was something she did every day. Money was tight, and it added on a boatload of extra work, but she didn’t care.
Naomi smiled. “I can’t believe little Trix is getting hitched! I can’t wait to meet your guy and all his hot friends.”
Kim rolled her eyes. “You’re really thinking of your vagina right now? We’re here for Trixie’s wedding, not so you can flirt with some oiled up Greek dude!”
“That’s what Trixie did, isn’t it?” Naomi shrugged. “Let me find one, too.”
“Brian isn’t Greek.” Trixie told her, laughing. “He’s Russian-American.”
Part of Trixie couldn’t believe it - she was getting married. Sure, she’d always believed it would happen someday. Most people did it. But to be the first out of her friends - both of them uniquely beautiful, their complexions darker and smoother than Trixie’s - it was incredible. At only twenty, somebody had seen past her red cheeks, her freckles, her dimples and her clumsiness, and fallen hard for her. Brian was a blessing.
“Aw, you’re all lovesick! Your eyes are sparkling!” Naomi cooed.
“Ew.” Kim shook her head. “Keep your oily Greeks away from me.”
“That’s probably offensive.” Trixie said. “Hey, come on! Let’s get off this dock and actually catch up. So much is happening right now!”
Beneath her feet, the white sand was soft and almost powder-like. Over the years, Trixie had gotten used to it, barely noticing the way it stretched around the perimeter of the island that encased her wonderful little home. Bright sunlight glazed overhead as she led the girls up the rocky path to the cliffside, her eyes fixed on the white buildings at the top, but she stopped short at the entrance to one of the small caves.
When they were children, living on the island, Trixie often escaped from the hotel and taverna by skipping down the cliff face towards a little cave. It was perfectly safe, inhabited only by some of the island’s native flowers, and she’d proclaimed the three large rocks there to be her pirate ship, Naomi’s ship, and Kim’s. Years and years had been spent playing there, or gossiping as teens - anything it was needed for. Now, it was serving a different purpose. Hiding a secret.
“Are we stopping for a rest break? Thank God.” Kim huffed, catching her breath against the steep edge of the cliff. “I don’t know how you do this everyday.”
Trixie shook her head. “I have to, I live here. Now shush, I have something I need to tell you.”
Naomi’s eyes widened. Kim’s jaw hit the floor.
“I’m not pregnant!” She held her hands up, her skin blushing furiously. “God, it’s like I can read your minds! No babies here, no way. I’m way too young for that! It’s actually… about my dad.”
As she’d expected, both girls looked confused. Kim inclined her head. “The dad you’ve never met and know nothing about?”
Trixie sighed. “That’s the one. It’s just… with all this wedding stuff happening, I keep thinking about him. Everything is so traditional except the fact that I don’t have a dad to give me away at the beginning of the ceremony. I know mom can do it, but it isn’t the same.”
Not having a dad hadn’t really had the hugest impact on Trixie’s life. At the end of the day, one fantastic parent was much better than two mediocre ones. Still, she’d always felt like a part of her identity was missing. She loved her mom dearly; she’d be forever indebted to her for everything she’d done for her. But often, she didn’t recognise herself in her mom. There had to be something more. Part of her she had to have gotten from her dad - the man she’d never met.
“But how?” Naomi fretted. “I know you want the perfect wedding, but no one knows anything about your dad. There’s no way you’ll find him.”
Tentatively, Trixie removed the book from beneath the rock she’d sat on. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine as she looked at it, even though she’d already examined it cover to cover. The tie-dyed front was old and withered, the pages curled with age. She leafed through it again carefully, acting like it was made of gold. If young Trixie had been a pirate, this was her treasure.
“Well… Mom wrote about him in this - it’s the year she got pregnant with me. I found it when searching for some wedding decorations. I read it, and invited my dad.”
Kim bit her lip. “Didn’t Sharon say your dad was long gone when she found out about you?”
“Yes. And he was.” Trixie replied. “But she never said anything more. Claimed she forgot. I never knew if he was an islander, a long-term boyfriend, a summer romance, I didn’t even know his name!”
“And now?” Naomi pressed.
Trixie began to read aloud.
July 17th
Dear Diary,
What a night. Justin thrills me in the BEST of ways. He has the most beautiful eyes. His hands are so strong. His arms are so muscular… I’m rambling. I can’t help it. Justin’s the one, I know he is. I’ve never felt like this before. He makes me feel so safe, so loved, so… You know. Tonight was the best night of all. I rowed him over to the little island again, and…
Naomi pulled a face. “And what?”
Kim smacked her upside the head. “Naomi, you dumb bitch. If you were writing a diary about your sex life twenty years ago, you’d use dot dot dot. Keep up, please.”
Dear Diary,
WHAT. A. NIGHT. Justin is a fucking beast! I feel like I want to scream when he does his thing! He’s just oh-so-amazing! Every single night, we just…
“Your mom really knew how to party.” Kim nodded, impressed. “So your dad is some unidentified guy named Justin. I’m sure there isn’t many Justin’s out there in the world. You’ll find him easy.”
Trixie rolled her eyes so hard, she thought they might fall out. “I’m not done! It’s not that simple.”
“Glad you caught on.” Kim murmured.
“Not like that!” Trixie defended herself. “Just… there’s more.”
Dear Diary,
What a night. Justin’s a liar, a dirty cheating rotten liar and I never want to see his fucking face ever again. Engaged! Engaged! All this time, he’s been holding me in his arms, telling me he’s in love with me… and he’s engaged. He’s gone, and I’ll never see him again. Off to get married.
“Asshole.”
“Cunt.”
“But not, like, unheard of.” Naomi commented. “Some asshole dumped your mom for another woman. A stupid move, but that’s men for you.”
Trixie grinned. “Keep listening! The plot thickens!”
August 4th
Dear Diary,
What a night! Jaremi said to hell with my tiny sailboat, and rented a huge motorboat for the two of us! He’s so sweet. Every single part of me wants Justin to come back, but Jaremi… he’s so good to me. I couldn’t help it. It was late, we were happy… one thing led to another…
“DOT DOT DOT!” Kim screeched gleefully. “Get it, Sharon!”
“Shh!” Trixie smacked her arm, paranoid that someone would overhear. As overjoyed as she had been at her new discoveries, she couldn’t risk her mom finding out.
“Okay. So Jaremi is your dad, then. Easy peasy?” Naomi stated uncertainly.
Trixie shook her head, clutching the book to her chest and beginning to make her way up the rest of the cliff. Left with no choice, the girls followed, calling at her to slow down as she read on, still grinning.
Dear Diary,
Jaremi’s gone. Without a trace. Supposedly he sailed off in the night and now he could be fucking miles away. So much for a good guy.
August 13th
Dear Diary,
What a night! Willam is the funniest guy I think I’ve ever met. He sings so well, and we had so much fun on the guitar he bought for me. Not to mention he’s pretty cute, and well…
“So which is your dad?”
Trixie stopped in the middle of the open hotel courtyard, deftly hiding the book behind a plant pot and smiling nervously. “I… I don’t know.”
Kim frowned, peering round the freshly-laundered bed sheets that hung on the rows of washing lines to try and see the diary. “Read on, then! Doesn’t Sharon say later on?”
She shook her head. “I already read ahead.” She admitted. “When I first found it. The last entry is just the word ‘Pregnant’ in shaky handwriting. No dates, no names. I’m sure she knows, but I can’t ask her. Especially not now.”
It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Everything seemed like a good idea at that time of night. When the sky turned inky black, and the moonlight created idly glittering circles on the waves, it was peaceful and perfect. It was the kind of night, the kind of atmosphere where nothing could go wrong. With high hopes and a gentle song, she’d posted three envelopes.
Justin Honard.
Jaremi Carey.
Willam Belli.
One of them had to respond. All three, well - that would be amazing. Trixie would find her dad, she’d be able to be given away by him… everything would fall perfectly into place. The way it should be. The piece of her that had always been missing would finally be filled. She clung to that hope with all she had.
“Wait… which one did you invite, then?” Naomi asked.
Trixie waited for them to catch up, her beaming smile something of a giveaway. Slowly, recognition dawned in both of her best friend’s eyes.
“ALL THREE?!”
“All three what?”
In unison, Trixie, Naomi and Kim all jumped out of their skin, scrambling to face Sharon and attempting to not look guilty - a feat which made them all look incredibly guilty.
“All three of us, together again! How… how awesome!” Kim fumbled. It was a bad lie, but it was the best they could do.
Nevertheless, Sharon’s face broke into a smile. “You’re all so big now… go back to being babies! Stop getting older, it’s awful! Still, I’m glad you’re having fun. I used to have fun.”
Trixie put her hands on her hips, raising her eyebrows humorously at her mom. There were definitely many undeniable similarities between the mother and daughter. Both of them had shining golden hair and bright blue eyes, although at almost forty, Sharon’s hair was streaked with bits of silver and lines had begun to surround her eyes. They shared the same mischievous smile, the only difference yet again being that Sharon’s held a few more summers of laughter and stress in the lines around it. Whilst Trixie’s fashion sense was girlish and pink, Sharon had to settle for practical, work-appropriate clothing in order to be the one-woman hotel staff committee that she had devoted her life to being.
“You sure did have fun,” Naomi mumbled, earning a sharp kick and a yelp from Trixie. “Me and Kim, we’re going to, uh… unpack in our rooms. Bye!”
Before she could get suspicious, a familiar voice rang out.
“USED TO HAVE FUN?! SO WHAT ARE WE HERE FOR, TO BE FUCKING STATUES?!”
Sharon grinned. “With you two, you’d be gargoyles! Get out here, you old crows.”
Jinkx came strutting forwards first, fully decked out and prepared for the island’s weather in an enormous floppy sun-hat. Her tufts of ginger hair were visible against her forehead, and she squeezed Trixie tightly in her arms as soon as she saw her.
“Aunty Jinkxy!”
“Trixie Needles, you need to stop being so beautiful right now! It’s so lovely to see you, all grown up and ready to be a bride. I’m hoping to meet the mystery man soon!” She trilled, squeezing hard once again before releasing Trixie from her grasp to press a kiss to both of her cheeks.
Raja came strolling through a moment after Jinkx, with the leisurely supermodel walk she seemed to have perfected. Her long, shapely legs were exposed through her wraparound skirt, and she was decked out in lavish jewellery. Her dark eyes glittered behind designer sunglasses, and her lips curved upwards into something of a smize.
“Aunty Raja!”
As usual, Raja’s hugs were less warm and soft than Jinkx’s, but she smelt of expensive perfume and clung tightly to Trixie before surveying her up and down.
“I definitely wasn’t this beautiful at my first wedding. He’s a lucky guy!” She beamed, ruffling Trixie’s hair.
Together, the three of them were an odd pairing. Jinkx was short, pale and utterly hilarious, with her screechy laugh and generally odd taste. Raja was tall, statuesque even, and loved anything and everything expensive and fashionable. Sharon was the only one of them to have children. There shouldn’t have been any correlation, anything obvious to link the three together - but Trixie knew from the diary that their youth had been filled with days spent with one another. It felt nice, knowing that other side of the women she’d grown up around.
“Mom, have you seen Brian around?” Trixie asked. “I want to talk to him about something but goodness knows where he’s got to.”
Sharon laughed, somewhat sarcastically. “He was doing ‘important stag do prep’ last time I saw him - studying cocktail recipes with Karl and the rest of the boys. Maybe he’ll be stumbling to the aisle tomorrow.”
“I’m hurt that you think of me that way, Sharon.” A pair of warm hands came snaking around Trixie’s waist from behind, Brian’s familiar cologne being the giveaway. He kissed her forehead gently. “Krasavitsa, tell her I’m nice.”
Last summer, Brian had arrived in Greece for a lad’s holiday that had gone wrong. Half the group fell out, some of them had gone home, and Brian had decided to kiss all his asshole buddies goodbye and vacation on his own. By chance and local recommendation, he jumped onto the bi-weekly boat trip that led tourists to the island. There, Trixie met him on the beach and hit it off with him instantly. The following spring, he’d proposed.
He made Trixie’s heart do all kinds of flips and somersaults. By no means was he traditionally handsome, with his buzzed blonde hair and high cheekbones, but when he smiled and laughed, he revealed a goofy, warm-hearted persona that she’d fallen head over heels for. He was strange, eclectic - every word under the sun. Trixie had spent months howling with laughter at his odd little thoughts, his off comments, his mismatched attempts at flirting. She was sure they were meant to be. Fate had brought them together.
“My little girl…” Sharon smiled wistfully, reaching out to twirl a lock of Trixie’s hair around her finger. “Back in my day, we sure didn’t get married at twenty. Remember those t-shirts we used to wear?”
Trixie grinned. She loved it when her mom started to talk about the past, even just a little bit. She was always so fixed and focused on the day-to-day that the rare moments of talking about how things had once been had always interested Trixie.
Raja chuckled. “Marriage is an institution-”
“-For people who belong in an institution!” Sharon finished.
“Handmade, too,” Jinkx winked at Trixie and Brian. “Scribbled on with pen. Mind you, I suppose your old mom has had to change her tune nowadays, eh?”
Sharon blew a raspberry at her friend. “Old! Bah, you’re right. Anyway, on the topic of weddings, I have work to do! And so do you, Mr McCook - not stag prep! Get those lazy friends of yours back on track, and whilst you’re at it, make sure my bar staff aren’t handing out free drinks to the ladies again!”
“Yes, ma’am!” Brian saluted like an army recruit, and kissed Trixie’s hand. Raja, Jinkx and Sharon began to disperse.
This was her chance.
“Brian, wait.” Trixie spoke softly. “I need to talk to you about something.”
Instantly, all of Brian’s attention was focused on Trixie. His blue eyes searched her face, concerned but gentle. “Everything okay?
“Yes, yes, I’m fine.” Trixie muttered. “It’s not me, it’s -”
Out of the corner of her eye, Trixie spotted a small sailing boat on the horizon. After years of living on the island, she was quite well versed in timings - she knew it would arrive at the shore very soon. Normally, she wouldn’t have cared, but this was no ordinary boat.
The sailing boats weren’t for hire, so whoever was sailing it had to own it. Typically, locals used them to get to and from the mainland when they felt like it, but this one had only three passengers, dressed in everyday clothing and holding suitcases as though they didn’t live nearby.
Three men.
Suitcases.
Had they been ordinary tourists, they would’ve been arriving on the bi-weekly boat which was scheduled for four days time. The only reason anyone would’ve sailed to the island was if they had a specific reason that couldn’t wait, such as a wedding invite for the following day…
Trixie’s heart leapt into her mouth.
“It’s - It’s nothing.” She rushed out, her eyes widening. “Mom will want you to go do your duties, you know what she’s like. We can talk later. Bye!”
Before she could run off, Brian twisted her around, meeting their lips in a sweet kiss. Under normal circumstances, Trixie would’ve melted into him, leaning against his chest for another few moments of peace before the continued wedding chaos, but not now. She needed to make sure that nobody - especially not her mom - found these three familiar strangers arriving at the island. All hell would break loose if she wasn’t careful.
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Thankfully, she got to the dock just in the nick of time. The three men were just stepping off the boat and talking quietly amongst one another when Trixie caught them. For a moment, she just stared. They were each attractive in different ways and all around the same age. One of these men was her dad. There was just no way of telling which.
“Perhaps this young lady will be able to help us… Hello there! We three strangers have been invited to a wedding by Sharon, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about what’s going on, would you? I’m Jaremi.” The tanned man spoke first, offering his hand for Trixie to shake. He wore glasses and an adventurous look about him.
When Trixie spoke, she sounded breathless. “Yes, yes… Yes, we’re expecting you. You two must be Justin and Willam.”
She directed her attention towards the other two men, both who smiled and differentiated themselves. Willam was blond and well-off, judging by his clothes. Justin was lankier, with dark hair and a handsome face.
“Come with me, we have rooms for you. Well… one room. We’re a little tied up for space at the moment, with this wedding that’s happening.”
As she made her back up from the dock, the three men following, she started to feel uneasy. What angle should she play here? Should she admit that she was Sharon’s daughter, and risk them knowing that they could potentially be her dad? Should she say that she was the one getting married, again risking her secret being exposed, or act as though it was someone else?
Still, beneath her panic, hope fluttered in her chest like a butterfly escaping a chrysalis. Despite not knowing which one yet, she was in the presence of her dad. He was here, on the island, and going to be attending her wedding. Even though there would be carnage in the long run, Trixie was excited. This was her dream, materialized. She just had to do what felt right.
“We’ll, uh, have to go round the back of everything.” Trixie told them, steering them out of any paths that her mom might’ve been on. “Everything’s a little hectic, so it’s easier that way.”
“Seems fair. Is Sharon around?” Justin spoke up.
Trixie froze a little, but quickly recovered. She clambered over the remains of a broken door, discarded in a little alley, and beckoned the three men to follow her round the back of the hotel. Luckily for her, the room that she’d preplanned wasn’t too far, tucked away at the back of the hotel. Three beds were already waiting.
“Not at the moment, but I’m sure she will be.”
With a winning smile, she opened the door to the room she’d prepared, closing it behind her once everybody was inside. She took a moment to inspect each of them properly, noticing the three of them doing the same to her.
“Sorry if this seemed a little rushed… I’m Trixie.” She smiled sweetly.
“You’re the girl getting married?” Willam asked.
Trixie grinned, pointing at the ring on her finger. “Now, about this door - it gets a little stuck sometimes because it’s old, but if you just shove against it real hard-”
“You’re Sharon’s daughter.” Justin said. It wasn’t a question.
Left without a choice, Trixie nodded. Stay calm, she told herself. There was a good chance that none of them would realize why they’d been invited, at least not yet. She had time to come clean, confess and settle everything before the big day.
“I knew you looked familiar. God, I bet she hasn’t aged a day.” He sounded wistful. “I know she’s busy, but can I see her? I want to thank her for this invite-”
“No!” Trixie panicked, internally cursing herself as soon as the outburst came. “I… shit. Mom didn’t send the invitations to you, I did. She doesn’t know you’re here.”
Three pairs of eyes stared at her - concerned, confused, amused. The truth was coming out a little sooner than Trixie had anticipated, but that was fine. She was crafty. As long as her mom didn’t find out until the very last second, it would all turn out okay.
“Listen.” She whispered, drawing closer. “She’s been so stressed constantly about my wedding, so I felt bad and invited you guys to cheer her up. She talks about her friends from the past all the time, I thought she’d like it.”
All three of her guests reacted slightly at the word ‘friends’. Perhaps that wasn’t right; it was clear from her mom’s diary that they had been so much more than that.
Trixie took a deep breath and continued. “Just… if she sees you, don’t tell her you’re here for my wedding. Make something up, a happy coincidence that you’re here. Please. She’ll freak out at having unexpected guests, I just know it, but once she gets past the stress she’ll be so happy.”
Justin sighed heavily. “I shouldn’t be here, I should go. Trixie, your mom hates me.”
“Maybe she did, twenty years ago.” Trixie countered. “No one can hold a grudge, or any kind of feeling, for that long. You can’t just go! I want you at my wedding, all of you!”
Slowly, surely, Jaremi and Willam began to laugh, coaxing Justin to join them. It was totally absurd, it really was. Trixie herself could see the bizarreness of the situation, and giggled along with them. It felt nice. Laughing with her dad - or at present, dads.
Jaremi took his hat off and grinned. “You’re a firecracker, like your mom. He’ll stay, won’t you Justin?”
Justin shook his head, smiling. “I suppose I have to. Seems like your mom’s taught you all her old tricks. There’s no way of getting out of this, is there?”
Trixie beamed. “Nope! Remember what I said - lie, lie, and lie again. She can’t know I invited you, or that you’re here for the wedding. She’ll go insane.”
The worry in her chest started to settle. Justin, Jaremi and Willam were amazingly sweet, and had agreed to cooperate and go along with a few white lies. Trixie was sure that in no time, she’d find out which one was her dad, and be able to have the perfect wedding with her dad walking her down the aisle to give her away. In an ideal world, maybe her mom would even make peace with her old flings, and revive some old friendships - but she knew not to hope for too much.
“I need to get going…” Trixie murmured, feeling slightly regretful. She wanted to stay, to learn more about each of them. “Thank you so much for accepting those invites.”
Justin snorted, but there was no malice in it. “It was always impossible to say no to your mother. Twenty years, and nothing’s changed.”
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Chapter 9 the outside world part one
So the last two years of agonising and fretting over the ramifications and consequences of my future knowledge, my replacement of the original zelda, the possibility of me dooming an entire world simply by being born, and the inevitability of fate. All of that, for nothing.
I can't implement an essential part of my plan, FOR FOUR YEARS. For the next four years the fate of AN ENTIRE WORLD rests on my tiny three year old shoulders, in making sure my mom survives. But it's fine. Im fine.
It's not like I can do anything about it either. I physically can't learn sealing magic until I'm seven- full stop. There is no way around that restriction. I had asked. Repeatedly. Even researching independently, with what little I could read of my ancestors' journals. Which was a thing apparently. Apparently it was tradition for royals, and nobles to write journals of their lives to help inform their descendants after their death. Neat! But a little awkward to be reading my grandmother's diary, also a lot useless. (apparently my mom had a habit of screaming at operatic volumes when she was a baby, like mother, like daughter!)
If there was one benefit to this information, I at least now have a rough idea of when my mom will die. Yay. (unless of course zelda's lessons were pushed back for some reason, so my info is relatively dubious. yay.)
So now the only facit of my plan I can focus on is making sure my mom stays alive, not like i wasn't going to do that any way but now its just ya know potently world ending. Without any backup plans. Again yay.
So my main mission (or should i call it a quest? I am in zelda after all!) is to keep my mom alive. No sweat.
-that doesn't mean i don't have other goals though! I want to learn everything I can about the culture, history, and MAGIC (ITS ACTUAL MAGIC PEOPLE) of Hyrule. I'm in a whole new world! I want to know everything.
Also magic is REAL! Who wouldn't be fascinated?
I was practically skipping toward the library with dottie at my heels, I had recently found a relatively simple cooking primer that touched upon the subject of the special effects certain ingredients could give. (i could actually almost read it without assistance! progress!) I hadn't got the chance to finish it last night because the adults had this stupid idea that i needed a bed time and that healthy little girls go to bed before eight.
Bha! I am-
….
I was a teenager. And if school taught me anything it was that your education was more important than your mental and physical health! Lives were on the line people! Who knows when i'm going to need this information!
But it was nowhere near bedtime now! And no one! No one was going to stop me from my research!
I stared in abject horror at the empty shelf.
My book! My research! MY ENTERTAINMENT!
Someone had taken my cooking primer and I was devastated. Normally i would move on and find something else to read but this had been the first book that talked about special ingredients that i could sorta understand! I NEEDED more interimentery books to read, they were either too simple or too complex. The middling books that pushed my boundaries without confounding me were Hard to find! At least ones that didn't speak down to the reader or bore me to death.
DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO FIND A PICTURE BOOK THAT ISN'T SOMETHING ALONG THE LINES OF "RED DOG RUN, BLUE SNAIL SLIME!?"
I stomped fuming over to the castle's resident librarian who was deeply engrossed in some thick tome or another, muttering dark curses under my breath and fervently praying it had just been shelved in the wrong section. Ignoring the increasingly worried maid servant trailing behind me.
Taking a deep breath i collected myself and tugged on the old man's long trailing sleeve "mister Tommison do you know where my book is?" I requested politely. I didn't want to alienate my book dealer.
He raised one elegant silver brow and peered down imperiously over his reading glasses. "And which book would that be my dear?" mr. Tommison was a tall, thin, well kept man whose stern intimidating visage could scare troublemakers and chatterboxes out of his library with a single long derisive stare. He was horribly overworked trying to catalog and organise our massive mess of a library and wasn't all that fond of children no matter how important they might be. (honestly the library was a MESS from centuries of collection, mislabeling, misshelving, and to be honestly hoarding every scrap of paper we could get our grubby hands on. we had far too many books for one man to keep track of properly, but he kept the few sections he had under control in meticulous order.) thankfully he had grown a soft spot for me after a few weeks of quite, polite company and careful treatment of his precious books. (at least the few that i could read.)
"Dalias cookbook for the common home, mister Tommison" i replied dutifully carefully enunciating the syllables. mister Tommison was not tolerant of ignorance.
He sniffed derisively "it was checked out by some stupid little squire, he had the gall to come here right after training and tracked mud absolutely every where." my heart sunk. The knight trainees were famous for playing rough with their things and dirtying the castle with mud and other such gunk.
Even I knew that and I really only talked to mister Tommison, granny, spots, mom and dad!
Who knew what sort of condition my poor book would be in when i got it back!
I needed to go talk to this squire about being careful with this book or at least waiting to ruin it until after i got the chance to read over it a few times!
"Thank you for telling me mister Tommison." "of course my dear" he nodded back at me before returning his hawk like gaze to his book. I turned around sharply and headed out of the library.
Now, off to the training grounds to find my book!
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…
…..
"Dottie? Where are the training grounds" she muffled a snicker behind me. "This way my lady."
As it turns out the training grounds were on the edge of what would be considered the castle, almost as far away from the library as one could get while staying in the castle grounds.
And as i stood in the door way to the outside world i was starting to feel…
Trepidation.
The sun was hot, the field was loud, and I was standing at a distance in anxiety. It had been years since i had really been in a crowd, since i had really gone outside and interacted with anyone outside of my small circle of family and caretakers. In all honesty i was rather sheltered.
And this was scary.
It was loud, the clash of bodies, the screech of steel against steel, triumphant yells, angry shouts, and the bellow of commanders. Hylian ears are incredibly sensitive and this messy cacophony of violent noise was painful.
My instincts were screaming to hide. to cling to dottie and hide behind the one person I knew was safe. Everyone was so much bigger and stronger than i was. I was fragile, vulnerable, and uncertain. My toddler mind cried for the safety of Dotties skirts. To turn around and-
"I'm just saying it's weird!" a voice broke through my thoughts and drew my attention to two soldiers relaxing in the shade of the wall some distance from the door dottie and i were standing in.
"She's the princess mate, should you really be saying things like that?" a lackadaisical voice replied to the first unknown. "She's three! No three year old should be reading! I have a three year old sibling, she can barely string a complete sentence together! Let alone read! Its freaky mate, I'm telling you!"
I took an involuntary step back and dottie bristled.
"Shes got the blood of the goddess mate, their always doing strange things." the lazy soldier replied barely bothering to glance at his impassioned friend. "I don't hear about the queen being able to read at three. Her majesty's smart, not unnatural!"
Dottie started to move but i caught her skirt preventing her from moving any further
His friend laughed, "you're losing it mate- the future wisdom of Hyrule, too smart? Have you been adding the wrong mushrooms to your stew?" "jerk. You know i'm right! Its weird! What other three year old can read?"
"SOLDERS DOSE THIS LOOK LIKE A TEA PARTY TO YOU?!" the two men startled head swinging toward the approaching commander before freezing like deer in head lights.
"THIS ISN'T SOME SORT OF RELAXING GET AWAY SPOT! THIS IS A JOB- A DUTY! GET YOUR LILY WHITE BUTTS BACK ON THE FIELD AND GET TO WORK ON SOME PUSH UPS"
The first solder spoke up tentatively "how many sir?" "DID I ASK FOR QUESTIONS? YOUR GOING TO KEEP GOING UNTIL I SAY YOU CAN STOP. NOW DROP." "SIR YES SIR"
I turned my eyes to the fuming dottie, "Dottie lets go back inside." "But princess-" "can we just go back inside… please." dottie scooped me up into her arms. Normally i would fuss wanting the independence of being on my own two feet, but right now it just felt good to be held. "Ok. let's go back to your rooms princess. Its about time for your nap any way" she replied with forced cheer.
It wasn't anywhere near nap time but right now i just wanted to sleep.
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May The Best Win (Chapter 2)
Well well well well, yes I´m alive in case my one follower wonders...(this is so sad). ANYWAY, Im so sorry. I know I said I was going to update every three day but I didn´t..so sorry again. Without further do, here it is, CHAPTER 2.
NOTE: The characters do not belong to us, except for Charlotte Agreste and Olivie Vereau.
WARNING: Contains adult language, not suitable for young children.
Enjoy!
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It was the last hour of class, the group of Madame Bustier was in Literature class with their tutor.
-Well, guys, today we are going to make groups for a school project about World Literature- said the teacher.
Many students complained, others rolled their eyes.
-Yes, I know. Boring. However, we are in high school. Next year you will enter the lyceum, and you have to prepare precisely- sighed the teacher. -Well, the groups ar…
-Miss, Can we use headphones in class?- interrupted Adrien.
-Of course no. Why do you ask?- questioned the teacher.
-Then, Why is Miss Vereau using them?- the blond asked slyly.
-¡VEREAU!- throne the teacher
-I..I…I´m sorry, Miss- said Olivie embarrassed.
- I was going to partnered you with Mister Couffaine so you could spend more time together, since you´ve been separated for so long, but no more.- proclaimed the teacher- I´m sorry Couffaine, but you will not be able to be with your best friend.-continued her.
She approached Olivie.
-I´ll keep those headphones until next month. I´d tell you go with the headmaster, but you're new, so I´ll forgive you.-declaimed the teacher.
-Die, Agreste- she whispered when the teacher returned to her desk.
-Now the groups.- said the teacher.
- Group 1: Agreste, Charlotte; Césaire and Vereau- she said
-Group 2: Bourgeois; Lahiffe and Rossi- Afterwords, Chloe and Lila looked at each other with hatred and Nino swallowed.
- Group 3: Agreste, Adrien; Dupain-Cheng and Couffaine, Luka.- Adrien smiled at Marinette, and she smiled back.
-Group 4: Bruel, Haprelé, Kanté and Lavillant-
-And finally, Group 5: Couffain, Juleka; Kubdel and Lê Chien.-
-Now, ¡Let´s assigned the subjects -asserted the teacher.
-Group 1: Contry: France. 2000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne.-
-Group 2: Contry Russia. Crime and Punishment by Fiódor Dostoyevski.
Lila growled, Chloe snorted and Nino fainted.
-Alya, please take Nino to the nursery. Group 3: Contry: England, Romeo and Juliet, by William Shakespeare- Marinette smiled.
-Group 4: Greece: The Odyssey by Homer, and Group 5: Contry: Germany. Anna Frank´s diary by Anna Frannk.
Alix and Kim growled
-Well, guys. The presentation must last a total of 20 minutes approximately. It must include the biography of the author, the summary of the book, the rhetorical figures used and why, the message towards their society, impacted on them, impacted on us, and how does it helps us to understand the culture of that country. For the Odyssey, the last topic is not necessary, and for Romeo and Juliet, include both England and Italy.-
-Now, you guys are going to go to the library. I HOPE you will behave yourself since I´ve got to go to a meeting with Mrs. Blanchette and Ms. Bravillard. Kanté, you are in charge until I come back.- said the teacher.
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Library of the François Dupont, 2:45 pm
Everyone went to the library as a group. Some students took the time to work and actually do their projects. Others, the majority, took advantage of it for "other things"
-Sooo…Who do you like, Luka?- asked Olivie to his friend. She has noticed him, for some days now, like he was in the clouds. It could have been a million things. Maybe he was not concentrated because of a song or maybe he had problems with a chord. However, both of those things usually never happened. Besides, she had never seen him that bad before. Like a car has crushed his heart…yep he had a crush.
Luka refused to answer, but she insisted, just as Lila, who had stuck to them like gum.
The Agrestes and the Bourgeois, on the other hand, had already finished collecting the books they needed, although they did not read them.
Charlotte smiled mischievously.
-And ... Adrien, my dear brother,-she said, using the tone she used to get information from him. From time to time he liked to scrub his brother, but with love ... most of the time. - Any beautiful girl, besides Chloé and me? - She said.
On one side of that area of the library, behind a shelf near the Agrestes, Luka steeled himself.
Adrien put on a dreamy look.
Both sighed.
-Marinette- they said in unison.
-Luka, Lila, Olivie, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? Said Charlotte
-Breathing- Lila answered.
The other 5 looked at her really annoyed.
It was not the time for jokes.
-So you like Dupain-Cheng, huh, Agreste? - Olivie said.
-Yes so what? - He said.
-Well, Luka here too- she replied
-And what does oil hair have to do with this? - He said.
-Hey! - said Luka.
- Shut up, Adrien! - Olivie snapped. - Look cheap gold curls, Luka is going to win the girl.
-We´ll see about that…
-DO YOU WANT A FIGHT? - Exclaimed Lila - Well, let´s fight!
Immediately afterwards, she began to throw the books she found to the three Parisians.
She only hit Chloé, causing a bruise on her forehead.
-Ouuchh! - Chloé said. - Now I will not be able to pose with daddy! HOW DARE YOU. This is ridiculous, UTTERLY ridiculous.
Lila kept throwing books, but only to the Agrestes.
Again, she did not succeeded.
She grabbed another book to throw at Charlotte, when suddenly the librarian started yelling.
-You three! - Said the librarian, Madame Noregarde, pointing to Luka, Olivie and Lila – Leave the library, NOW !!!
-Hey, don´t you know who I am? - Lila spat - I am Lila ROSSI, the daughter of PIERRE ROSSI! - She continued - If you don´t take back what you just said, I will ...!
-Lila, let's go- Luka said, apologizing with the librarian, but not before throwing an accusing glance at the other three spectators.
Lila snorted
-You're right, we can´t be seen together with this FREAKS! - She said - Sorry for interrupting the meeting of the club of the motherless! - She shouted.
-Lila, that was cruel- Olivie said. Even though she was seen as a really bad rebellious girl, Olivie had a heart and she knew no one deserved to be treated that way.
-SO WHAT? They deserved it- she said
While they were leaving, Luka stood up, turned around, and solemnly proclaimed:
Adrien, you will have won the battle, but not the war
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And that was Chapter 2, We hope you guys enjoyed it and, as always, feel free to leave us feedback. Chapter 3 will probably take a little bit more but we will try to write some one-shots in return. Until next time (Chat)
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