#[sighs and adds to future wips pile]

[buckttommy]

Tommy calling Buck “kid” in context of Buck being his Lawyer Apprentice.., do you see the vision?

babe i see the vision so clearly it may as well be tattooed to my eyelids. i didn't finish suits but whatever this is my au, i'm playing with it now.

so we have buck, law school drop-out who, through a little bit of "magic" (hacking, thanks hen) bumps himself up to the top of the list of possible interns out of harvard. he's trying to save money to get his sister out of an abusive situation, and he's terrified because he stopped hearing from her ages ago. he doesn't even know if she's alive at this point, but. he has to try. if nothing else, he has to try and law is kind of the only thing he knows how to do even a little bit, so. here we are. he's hired on as an intern at tommy's law firm and is told he's going to be working under kinard. everyone who says it always accompanies the words with an apologetic little wince which is... not ideal.

apparently kinard is a hardass. he gets results - probably why his firm keeps him on; his close rate is fucking impeccable - but. that's about as far as he goes. buck hears the words "asshole" "motherfucker" and "prick" to describe him well before he meets the man himself. so he's surprised when tommy kinard is... well. unexpected is the only word he can think of. he greets him with a smile and handshake, listens and nods intently when buck speaks, and the man in front of him is SO different from the man buck's built up in his head that he gets a little whiplash. he was expecting some old, white, cocky, alpha male, shithead. what he's not expecting is a gorgeous, attentive, fifty-something who actually looks and talks to him like he's a real person.

buck knows tommy for all of a week before he realizes that every single person in this building, and possibly tommy's entire career field, has gotten him all wrong and he's so fascinated by the man he sees underneath.

tommy is serious and he is intense. those things are all true. but... he's not mean. he's not even unkind. even when buck is late for work. even when he spills coffee on his desk. he waves him off and shushes him when he babbles an apology, for christ's sake. buck has no idea how tommy got this unforgiving and shitty reputation but he's shocked by the fact that he wants to learn. none of it was supposed to last forever. this job was a means to an end, a means to get maddie out of a shitty situation, but. it's more than that now. it's more than that because, when tommy learned what he was trying to do, he wrote him a check to get her on a plane and set up in an apartment (deposit + last month's rent + first month's rent) without batting an eye.

it's more than that because when tommy looks him in the eye and calls him "kid," eyes dark, body so close they may as well be touching, kissing, it sounds like teasing. it sounds like hunger. it's more than that because when tommy calls him "evan," his voice soft and deep and fond, it sounds like it could be so much more.

yeah. yeah.

buck is so. fucking. screwed.

#goddamnit cedric why would you do this to me #[sighs and adds to future wips pile] #tv: 911 #jack answers mail #bucktommy #future wips

[o-rchidae]

WIP Wednesday - Thomas goes shopping for his new flat

From the Island of Gays metafanfic for @alex51324, hope you feel better soon.

"Aren't you coming to lunch?" Richard asked as he tried to slip away unnoticed. "It's pie day at the pub."

"I thought I'd get started on shopping for the flat." Thomas replied.

"Well eat something first. Greggs will most likely be at the pub as well. And then perhaps I'll come with you. I could warn you off anything that's too chintzy."

"I'd like that," Thomas said. He generally thought he had decent taste but Richard also had a good eye for those sorts of things and he valued his opinion.

"I've always wondered what Morrow looked like as a boy." Richard said.

It wasn’t until they got to the jumble that it occurred to him that Richard might be tagging along because he was dropping a hint for Thomas to propose soon and that they were effectively picking out things for their future home. The thought wasn't as frightening as he expected. In fact, watching Richard rummage through boxes of knick knacks and baskets of old fabric gave him a warm feeling in his chest.

Every now and then Richard would present him with a particularly ugly porcelain figurine that would have them both stifling giggles. One of them was of a small boy hugging an English sheepdog.

"Stop it." Thomas snorted, there was something about the way the glaze had run slightly that made both the boy and the dog look incredibly grumpy.

"Look at these. They have a T embroidered on them, you have to get them." Richard said as he pulled something out of a pile of blankets.

They were wonderful, two sheets and two pillow cases in a thick French linen with pulled thread work around the borders. It was the sort of bedding that might have been made by a talented demoiselle for her wedding trousseau. The only problem was…

"TR?" Thomas said incredulously, looking at the neatly stitched whitework monogram.

"Well you could add a bit of stitching to it and turn it into a B." Richard said thoughtfully. "Or you could marry someone whose name begins with R."

Definitely dropping hints. Thomas decided to deflect with a joke. "I don't think Dr Rouse would have me." he said. Unfortunately the joke didn't land and Richard's eyes widened.

"Really? Frank?"

"No, of course not. I were only joking."

"Oh right." the other man looked relieved. "Only it wouldn't be that out of left field. You're both intelligent, you both used to be in the RAMC, and you're pretty friendly."

"I like Frank a lot but I don’t want to marry him." Thomas sighed.

"I didn't mean to spook you. It's just that… Look I'm obviously pleading my own case here if you haven't noticed." Richard started.

"I'm not that oblivious." Thomas said sharply.

"Of course not. And I never really apologised for trying to push things with you in the beginning when you were just getting your bearings here. So I'm sorry for that. I want you to know that it's alright if you need time to think, and it's alright if you decide you want to be with somebody else," he finished with a sigh, "I want us to stay friends regardless."

Thomas smiled, touched by the declaration even if Greggs was trying to look like he wasn't eavesdropping from where he stood behind the shop counter.

"I think I will get these." he said, folding the linens back up.

#thomas barrow #downton abbey #downton abbey fanfiction #thomas barrow x richard ellis #richard ellis

[dcbbw]

In Progress

Hello, fellow tumblrs! I know I haven’t been around as much, and for sure not as engaged as I used to be. Can I just say that since 2019, my professional and personal lives have been filled with next-level adulting and living the consequences of other folks’ life choices. Add on that 2020-3 has been a major Groundhog Day cluster, and that’s my life now.

Maybe I’ll return to my Good Daughter WIP and write it ALLLLL out. Maybe I’ll discover I’m not alone with my frustration, anger, and innermost thoughts. Or you all will find out just who I am when I take off my masks and allow myself to be vulnerable in front of God.

We’ll see.

In the meantime, I have been working on some writing and hopefully in the very near future, I’ll be posting some things for your reading pleasure super soon (if you’re interested; I know you guys have options).

Snippets and synopses are below the cut. Everything is in a form of draft, and final editions may vary.

 Trudy Sloane (#Sloane Washington Appreciation Week)

Song Inspo: Closer, Gaopele

Sloane Washington sat on the side of her bed, running her palms over her face. A twinge of pain in her shoulder caused her to roll her neck in an attempt to alleviate the hurt. She exhaled a quiet sigh as her eyes opened; they blinked as they adjusted to the darkness.  

The quiet in her domicile sounded … different. Despite having shared her space with not one, but two people for months, it was no longer a temporary thing. Sloane extended her left hand, feeling the heaviness of the engagement ring on her third finger permeate her entire body.  

Gertrude Sloane Washington was engaged. To be married. The permanence of her answer changed everything. Or perhaps nothing. Time would tell. Naked, she rose and padded silently across the bedroom floor to a rocking chair that sat in a corner of the room. There was just enough moonlight eking through the closed blinds for her to make out her robe laying atop the pile of unfolded laundry that sat on the chair’s seat.  

Her hair, normally plaited in an elaborate coronet braid, was twisted into two thick ponytails, one hanging over each shoulder blade. She lifted the tresses while black polyester fabric whispered against soft, almond-colored skin as she shrugged into the covering. Sloane glanced over at the still-sleeping body in the bed; it heaved slightly and rhythmically, in sync with slumber-filled breath.  

Khaan Mousavi. The man who would be her husband.  

Sloane walked over, feeling the stickiness from their earlier coupling between her honeyed thighs before scooping her cellphone from the end table and exiting the room.  

 The Poisoned Apple (Birthday Fic for @bebepac)

Song Inspo: Somewhere in the Universe, Pity Party

“Nico,” she called out in an authoritative voice.  

No answer.  

She jiggled her wrist and forearm, causing the handcuff tethering her to the bed’s guardrail to rattle. “I know you hear me,” she taunted.  

Pain, disgust, and desire coursed through his blood as Nico tensed at her words, at the very sound of her voice.  

He hated her. She had murdered his son. His only child.  

He loved her. He had loved her mother first, and as with her mother, Nico found himself vying with another for her affections, her attentions.  

The Brooks/Rys women were trouble. Difficult, messy, drama magnets.  

Dangerous.  

“I’m not guilty of Nicolai’s death yet, and I never will be. The hand-picked congress my dear father is pulling out of his ass as we speak to ensure my innocence will make certain of that.” 

Nico finally turned away from the windows, a disdainful expression on his face and a smirk on his lips. “Oh, is that why the King of Cordonia has placed you in a psych ward under a 72-hour hold? Because you’re so innocent? Or is it because of your true lineage?” 

The girl’s eyes narrowed threateningly. “Mind your words and your tone, Guard. I am still the heir to the Cordonian throne.” 

“Are you?” He moved slowly, deliberately closer to the bed. “Being a royal, there may not be actions taken against you for taking my son’s life, but there will be consequences.” 

For the first time since Crown Princess Eleanor had been admitted to the facility, uncertainty flickered in her chocolate-brown eyes and a frisson of fear licked at her belly. No one saw her with Nicolai; no one saw her push her him off the cliff’s edge.  

Everything hinged on her story, and as the only witness to her boyfriend’s death from an “accidental fall”, her story was the truth.  

Her eyes followed Nico’s movements as he drew closer to her: the stealth-like way he walked, his shoes making no noise against the floor; the rigidness in his broad shoulders; the blank expression on his face, as if Ellie were an everyday object.  

“Nicolai fell! He lost his footing and fell.” 

Nico shook his head slightly. “Too convenient. My son, a King’s Guardsman, lost his footing on dry land the day after he discovered us naked together? You killed him, and you owe me the why, Eleanor.” 

 Partner Knows Best (Ask from @peonierose)

Song Inspo: Rollin’, Blessing Offor

Who knows who best? That is the question, and hopefully I can provide some answers. Debating between using the Him & Her crew (Mermaids, Riam, SGL x Riley B., UnRomance Liam x Riley) and the DC AU crew; leaning towards Him & Her because I have ideas/plans for DC.

Below are their questions; let me know in the comments if you have any better ones!

·         Who’s the early riser? 

·         Go-to breakfast? 

·         What’s their love language? 

·         Sun, snow, rain? 

·         Who initiates sex? 

·         Who loves harder? 

·         First to apologize? 

·         One must-have if stranded on a deserted island? 

·         Who’s the better communicator? 

·         Who’s the better driver? 

·         Who’s needier when they’re ill? 

·         Who’s more likely to walk away from the relationship? 

·         Where do you see the relationship in five years? 

 Hell to the Hail (ask from @peonierose)

No song inspo yet

The DC AU gang celebrate a belated Valentine’s Day together (I call it PALentine’s), where Leo gloats over the Kansas City Chiefs’ 2nd Superbowl win, much to a salty a.f. SGL’s dismay.

Also, working on updating next chapters of Mermaids, Discontent, Platinum AU; a Commoner’s Wife one-shot; and quite possibly some Liara for Kiara Theron Appreciation Week.

Thanks for reading, and sticking with me during this ongoing, long-running trying time. Your support, encouragement, and care mean the absolute WORLD to me!

 Tagging:   @jared2612 @ao719 @marietrinmimi @queenjilian @indiacater @kingliam2019 @bebepac @liamxs-world @mom2000aggie @liamrhysstalker2020  @neotericthemis @twinkleallnight @umccall71 @superharriet  @busywoman @gabesmommie1130 @tessa-liam @beezm @gardeningourmet @lovingchoices14 @mainstreetreader @angelasscribbles @lady-calypso @emkay512 @jovialyouthmusic @princessleac1 @charlotteg234 @queenrileyrose @alj4890 @yourfavaquarius111 @motorcitymademadame @queenmiarys  @burnsoslow @lizzybeth1986

#dcbbw will write #fanfic wips #very soon #perfect match #trr/trh #swaw #writers on tumblr #writeblr

[gulabikheer]

Honeybee Sickness

this is a wip i've been working on for a little bit, just wanted to put out a little drabble piece for future completion :) haven't betaed this so if you see something weird. my bad, ignore it :')

Dick's announcement comes with little fanfare, which is exactly what lulls Jason into a false sense of security. Things had been going well for them lately, what with Dick finally seeing him as an equal and a friend rather than a dead kid who bit off more than he could chew. It hadn't helped that they hadn't ever been brothers for each other, which gave them no common ground to stand on. They'd fought to reach a truce, and from there it took a few cases and one-on-one hangouts on the tops of bridges and high-rises for them to be comfortable moving on from allies to friends.

They were working on yet another case that had Jason at his wit's end, a slew of muggings and murders that were being carried out with just enough care to be some level of organized crime. There were too many leads to investigate, so he'd given in and called Dick to the Narrows. They're sitting across from each other, Jason on the couch with piles of organized paper on every side and Dick in the armchair. He's relaxed, lightly bouncing his crossed legs as he goes over Jason's prelim notes.

Then, out of nowhere—"I'm leaving Gotham."

Jason raises his head, a frown settling on his features. "I didn't know you had a case. Is it urgent?"

"It's not for a case," Dick says calmly, still reading the page intently.

He doesn't add anything else. Jason resists the urge to groan, used to how Dick will start a conversation and then refuse to elaborate on any part of it, but still finding it insufferable. "I'm not Manhunter, Dick. What the fuck are you talking about?"

Dick sighs, finally setting the notes back down on the table. "I meant I'm leaving Gotham for good, Jay. I won't be coming back this time."

If he'd been holding anything, Jason would surely have ended up dropping it. Leaving Gotham for good? "Getting cold feet, huh?" he sneers on instinct, immediately defensive for reasons he can't analyze yet.

Dick narrows his eyes. "Went straight to thinking the worst of me, huh?"

"Don't have much else to work with when you refuse to explain literally anything you say," Jason snaps, getting up to start pacing the length of his living room. "You always do this, saying whatever the fuck you want apropos of absolutely nothing and expecting us to, what, just go along with it?" He pitches his voice a little higher, mimicking Dick's tenor. "'Hey Jason, I'm leaving Gotham permanently, do absolutely nothing with this information.' Is that what you wanted me to interpret it as?"

He hates this, hates that he's been blindsided by it, that the only reaction he can give is an angry triage of reasons why Dick is such a dick. And all the fucker does is sit there and sigh.

"No, I told you it because I didn't want to just disappear one day. I'm sorry, but this is what I've decided."

Jason's too angry to articulate any of the other thoughts half-formed in his mind, so he merely stifles a growl in his throat and sits back down on the couch. They don't speak to each other for the rest of the night, not even to exchange theories. Dick emails him a five-page report later that night without any other message, and that's that.

A sick honeybee will leave its hive behind and venture out on its own to die.

#jaydick #well. eventually. #this is still the beginning so i haven't established that yet #dick is the altruistic sacrificial type

[sunlightwoo]

Run To You

☀︎ pairing: king!sangyeon x court noble!fem. reader

☀︎ genre: royal au, themes of wrong timing right person in a way, first love au, arranged marriage themes. there will definitely be angst and fluff in this, but i shall add some humor to enlighten everyone :)) 

☀︎ wc: 2.8k

☀︎ plot: sangyeon thinks that he’s imagining things when he sees you standing in the middle of his royal office with an offer in your hand from when you used to date 10 years ago. however, when you tell him the truth about why you came back, he thinks that maybe it was fate that brought you back to him. 

☀︎ a/n: happy birthday to one of my biggest inspirations in the writing community @solarwonux​​ !!! i love you like you are my big sister and i tell you this every time because i don’t know what i’d do without you. thank you for always showing me how to be the best of myself and for always looking out for me. i hope your birthday today is spent well <33 also there’s a little easter egg for a spoiler of an upcoming wip hehehe lmk if you guys find it

Sangyeon looks at himself in the mirror that was across from him and glances at his entire attire from head to toe, finding that the attire he was put into feeling stuffy and he lets out a breath before looking out at the sun beaming down past the window. It was only another afternoon that he was stuck indoors doing kingly duties that he knew would take a while to sink in, and the last thing he needed was another public event to attend to when there were piles of bills and laws to look over and review for his own kingdom.

“It’s okay, Kevin, you can drop the formalities. Besides, I don’t have a choice in this, do I?” He breathes out, turning towards where the latter had stood by the doorframe, and Kevin gives him a look of empathy, knowing that he was right.

“I guess not… Just call for me if you need anything, okay?” He whispers and frowns a bit while leaving the royal bedroom, just as Sangyeon turns back towards the mirror to look at himself to tend to his thoughts once again.

There was some sort of emotion in his heart that was yelling at him to leave the kingdom for a bit, to run away from the expectations that he was supposed to live up to and find a way out. The burden of being a king was much more than he had anticipated for as a child, and now that he had been the king for over a year after the death of his father, he had been kicked into the role of the leader that everyone looked up to for guidance.

Safety.

A sigh escapes his lips as he knows that his thoughts were foolish anyways, the mere thought of running away to a place unknown already being risky enough knowing that he would be killed out there in the barriers past his kingdom. He had enemies for sure, but he also knew that there were strong alliances that he had, such as with another king, Kim Sunwoo, that he had yet to meet another day.

But for today, there was an important event that he had to make an appearance for and be the king that everybody needed and came to know of.  

Sangyeon decides to finally head out of his bedroom to find Kevin, who he had assumed to be in his office waiting for him and goes to where it was when he notices that it was open. It wasn’t until he walked into his office to see someone else in there that it made him confused as to how someone could waltz into his own privacy and possibly commit treason.

Before he could say anything, the person turned around to face him with a shocked but amused look, their familiar facial features surprising him as well as his heart had churned at the sight of them- or you, he should say.

“Surprised to see me, Sangyeon?” You teased while crossing your arms over your chest with your fan tucked underneath them and he closed his mouth for a moment before giving you a smile back in surprise.

“You didn’t tell me that you were visiting.” He breathes out and you let out a quiet chuckle before walking over to get a better look at his face, the same one that you remember loving in the past, but this time it was more structured; in a way he had matured more than you last saw him.  

“It’s been ten years since we last met, hasn’t it? I wanted to still keep onto my end of the promise that we agreed on.” You reply and there was something in his eyes that you noticed change at the mention of the said promise that you both had foolishly made when you were still dating back then.

Both you and Sangyeon had only been sixteen years old at the time that you made your promise before it had been your breakup. At that time you both had promised to one another that if fate had allowed for it to happen, that you both would marry one another regardless of given circumstances because you knew that you were each other’s soulmates. You had sealed the promise with a kiss that you as an inexperienced teenager would know before having to leave the kingdom because of a family issue that you had on your end.

Now that you had finally found your way back to Sangyeon’s kingdom after hearing that he became the king only a year ago, you made it your mission to find him again and you were successful until this very moment as you looked into his eyes. There was something in them that spoke of an unspoken thought that was yet to be said past his lips, but you weren’t sure what to expect as well.

“Y/N… I have to tell you something, before you can hear it from someone else-” He says softly and reaches out to hold your hands, when suddenly there was a knock on the door, making both you and Sangyeon to face where Kevin had stood with another woman that was by his side, and based on the look that they both exchanged, you knew what that unspoken thought was.

“King Sangyeon, I’m sorry to interrupt, but Lady Kyungsoo is here for the wedding announcement.” Kevin announces quietly and bows before quickly leaving the three of you in the tension filled room, making you raise an eyebrow at him and take a sharp breath in as you turn to face the new individual that you had yet to meet with a large smile on your face.

One that you were all too familiar doing in times like this.

“I’ll leave you two alone instead, your majesty,” You say and start to head out of his office with your arms still crossed underneath your chest, until you paused for a moment to turn back to the two individuals that were watching you leave.

“Congratulations on the wedding, by the way.”

“I don’t understand, Jacob, I thought that he would’ve remembered about the promise,” You huffed out as you were walking around the village center with your best friend after finding him once again at his old family shop, “Was it foolish of me to even feel upset that he didn’t remember, when I have waited this long to find him?”

Jacob thinks to himself and shakes his head in response as you let out another sigh and glanced around your surroundings, seeing as though everybody was in a festive mood because of the recent announcement of an hour ago about the king finally being wed. There was a dulling ache in your chest at the sudden news of it, but you felt as though you couldn’t do anything because you felt as though it were wrong on your end to wait ten years.

“I don’t think he would’ve forgotten it on purpose, Y/N.” He replies and you pause for a moment to turn to him with a deadpan look on your face.

“I literally met his future wife before finding you and the announcement had occurred. I don’t think there’s any way I could add myself into the equation here, Cob.” You say just as the sounds of fanfare goes off in the distance, meaning that the king was coming through the village and you could feel your stomach churn just at the thought of it.  

You feel Jacob pull your hand over towards where he was standing as you nearly collided with his chest, just as the royal carriage had just breezed by where you had previously stood. Taking a sharp breath in, you turned back around after separating yourself from Jacob’s grip only to face Sangyeon, who had taken the chance to get out of the carriage that had almost hit you earlier as there was a concerned look on his face.

“Y/N, are you okay? I apologize, my men weren’t looking and-”

“It’s fine, Sangyeon. Are you and everybody in the carriage, okay?” You interrupt him while giving him a soft smile, reassuring him that you were fine but you should’ve known better than to assume, considering he was still worried about you regardless.

“Yes, however-”

“Your majesty, we have to keep going. You still have to meet up with King Sunwoo for that business meeting.” His royal assistant, Kevin, you had learned from earlier today, says from where his head had peaked out of the carriage and there was a sigh that slips from Sangyeon’s lips as he looked between both you and his assistant that he was close to wringing for all of his bad timed actions.

“Meet me at the river in three days' night, okay? I’ll be back after meeting with a friend, and I can explain everything.” He whispers quietly only for the two of you to hear and you could’ve sworn from how close that he was standing in comparison to where you were, his breath could’ve easily hovered over yours had he had not pulled away first.

You watch as he heads back to the carriage as his eyes meet yours once more for a moment before he leaves you with Jacob, the carriage becoming smaller to your eye as you turn around to look at the latter with amusement crossed on his face.

Oh no.

“First name basis with the majesty?” Jacob teases and you could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment when you turn your eyes away from him to walk back to the path that you were headed on earlier to your original destination.

“Force of habit, don’t judge me, Jacob.”

After that small encounter, three days’ nights had arrived fast as you were now at the river that started it all. You remember the first time that you had found it when you were roughly thirteen years old, finding purchase in the serenity and peacefulness of the area with the moonlight shining down on you quietly.

It was the place that you happened to have found the hiding soon to be king, who was curious about what it was like to be outside of the castle walls and never would you have imagined yourself falling in love with him in the span of three to four rough years. Now you were back here with nostalgia in your eyes and fingertips as you sat along the shore of the river, staring into the illuminated water when you hear footsteps approach you softly as a familiar reflection appears beside you.

��I didn’t keep you here too long, did I?” Sangyeon asks you quietly, and you shake your head in response as he takes a spot in the grass beside you.

The two of you were now silent as neither of you wanted to speak up, afraid of what was yet to be said in between the lines of tension that was beginning to build between you both. However, you weren’t even sure what could be said from your end, since it was evident that he was getting married in order to save his reputation as the king so that he wasn’t seen as weak. You understood that, but you couldn’t help but want to be selfish on your end and think that maybe you could find a way to stop the wedding that was yet to happen.

“You know that I never forgot about the promise right? I still have loved you, after all these years, and want to be with you, Y/N.” Sangyeon finally speaks up and there was a shaky breath that leaves your lips from either relief or heartbreak, because either way you could still feel the twist that was still evident in your heart.

“But you can’t do that because of your people, Sangyeon. I don’t want them to think that you’re marrying me because of a promise we made when we were still young-”

“And if I prove them otherwise?” He retorts in almost an inaudible whisper, and you pause for a moment as you look into his eyes, feeling your very own gloss a bit from the tears that were pricking at the corner of your eyes from your own selfishness, but you knew that it couldn’t happen.

“You know that fate can be twisted sometimes… Maybe this was fate telling us that we took too long to find each other.”

Maybe you should’ve stayed back in Jacob’s place when it was the day of the wedding, which happened to take place a couple weeks after that night you had met up with Sangyeon at the river. It was hard to see the extravagant colors and decorations that were coating the walls of the royal castle and could feel the pang of pain hit your chest the longer that you had looked at them.

“Y/N?”

The sound of someone calling out to you made you confused as you turned to look and see that it was both Kevin and Lady KKyungsoo, who had been holding hands until you had eyed it as you raised an eyebrow at them. Were they planning to…

“We all had a plan these last few weeks, and I was going to back to my kingdom to talk it out with my royal advisor to tell him that we didn’t need a marriage to keep the alliance,” She says and you felt as though you were taken back at her sudden words when she speaks up once again with a smile on her face as she glances over to Kevin, “Besides, I have the person that I’ve dreamt of to help me out and guide me through being my own queen back at home.”

“Wow.. that’s-”

“You should go see Sangyeon, if that’s what you’re still standing here debating about.” Kevin imposes, and you give him a confused look when they suddenly run past you with giggles escaping their lips, making you take note that you should ask Sangyeon about them later on if you get the chance to.

Taking this as your chance to go, you made your way over towards the corridors that you were sure held the familiar chambers that Sangyeon had resided in after the countless times of visiting when you were younger. The memory seemed to be as fresh as new in your mind, considering it had been years since then and it wasn’t until you found yourself standing in front of the large regal doors of what you had assumed to be Sangyeon’s room that you were now hesitant on knocking on them.

What were you even going to tell him?

You finally get the courage to after thinking for a while to knock, when the door suddenly opens in front of you where Sangyeon was standing in front of you with regal clothing on, making you forget that he was a king until now as you take your raised hand back down to your side. There was a silence that overtook you both as you stared at one another where you had stood, but it wasn’t until he took one step forward closer to you that you blink back to reality and remember what you were here for.

“I just bumped into Kevin and Kyungsoo… Is it true?” You ask him quietly, looking at him with your arms reaching to cross in front of you when suddenly Sangyeon takes them into his own hands gently and gives you a warm smile, the same one that you could easily melt into if it were your own personal sun.

“We can still get married, if you still want to keep our promise? The people are still looking forward to one today, and I’m pretty sure that my tailors can help you get fit into a dress in less than an hour, only if you’re okay with it.” He replies to your thoughts, making you think that this might be the one opening that fate may be giving you while you still had your chance.

And maybe it was the sudden kick of confidence that you gained knowing that might’ve been from the fact that you finally had a chance to be with him that led to you pulling him close so that you finally kissed him as if it were your last given chance to. You feel him kissing you back with a smile on both your faces as you knew from the kiss that your answer was right there, that the both of you were in it for the long game and past the stupid promise that you both made when you were still teenagers in love.

“Let’s go get married then, shall we?”

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This isn’t the one I talked about writing-- that’s still a wip--but this is the one that comes before it so yay more content

Mc: Rossi Mayhew, Queen of Big Dumbass Energy 

Rossi knows Jax’s hand is pressed against her back, but she doesn’t feel it. She knows the others are offering Lily their final goodbyes, but she doesn’t hear them.

There’s an aching chasm deep in her chest and as much as it hurts, focusing on it helps her block out their words. It helps her shut out the world in which Lily is no longer present. It’s not a world she’s sure she can live in—certainly not one she wants to.

Lily hadn’t just been her friend—she’d been her sister. Finding her wounded and bleeding out on their apartment floor had remained the worst feeling Rossi had ever experienced. The fear, the helplessness. Her only hope had been Adrian, and the blood that ran through his veins. The only thing that could’ve saved her. The waiting, the worrying, had been the worst thing she’d ever had to do.

The worst...until now.

There is no hope now; no coming back from the dead a second time. Rossi’s heart cries out for its other half once more, and now it always will. The only thing she can do is retreat into herself and hope when she comes to everything will have blown over.

“—ossi...Rossi!”

Jax’s gentle voice eases her back into reality. Everyone is looking at her. It seems they have all said their piece. It is her turn.

“You were closer to her than any of us could’ve hoped to be...would you like to say some words?”

Rossi lets herself meet Kamilah’s eyes. She realizes that tears are streaming down her cheeks, even though her breathing is even and no sobs accompany them like one might expect. It’s like her body mourns even when her mind is numb—a passive act that she truly has no power over.

“What does it matter?” She asks softly, voice clear. “What could I say? She isn’t here to hear it.”

“Rossi...” Jax murmurs again.

“I can’t...” she whispers, eyes falling closed as she attempts to stop the flow for at least a moment. Just a tiny reprieve. “I just...I can’t right now. If I try—“

She almost chokes on her words, and takes it as a sign to stop while she’s ahead. Kamilah nods solemnly, understanding.

“We won’t force you,” She reassures, with a single hand reaching to squeeze the young woman’s shoulder. “She would understand.”

Rossi presses a palm to her lips, squeezing her eyes tight as she fights for composure. With a nod, she breathes a shuddering breath. Jax takes her free hand and squeezes it, and she returns the gesture gratefully.

When she opens her eyes again, they are wet but no more tears fall. She clears her throat.

“There’s still one more thing left to do, and then we can all rest.” Adrian assures her softly. Everyone turns to the entrance of the ruins, their eyes coming to rest on a lone figure who hangs a good ways back.

Gaius looks mournful, truly, and when his eyes meet Rossi’s she can see that there is something he wishes to say.

“What happens now?” She wonders aloud.

“We discussed it.” Kamilah replies, eyes still locked on Gaius. “We think you should be the one to have the final say.”

“Me?” Rossi turns to look at her incredulously.

“You know where Jax and I stand.” She gives a little humorless smirk. “Adrian, however...”

“Many have died tonight.” Adrian continues for her, drawing Rossi’s attention to himself again. “It might have been unavoidable, but...well, I tell myself that they meant to do harm. Once, I would’ve said the same of Gaius.”

“But, now?” Rossi prompts.

“Now, I’m not so sure...” He frowns thoughtfully, gazing off into the distance. “I think I would be...willing to see what the future holds. But I can’t be the only one to feel that way. We’ve decided to trust your judgement. Kamilah and I may know who Gaius was, but, Rossi, you’ve been inside his mind. I think you know better than anyone what should be done with him.”

Rossi feels her chest swell.

After everything that had gone down, tonight—it meant the world to know they still trusted her.

And Adrian was right. She knows what she has to do.

Slowly, almost tentatively, her feet carry her across the room and to his side. Gaius tracks her every movement with his gaze, intense as ever. She feels the familiar tingle it sends through her. It should unsettle her, how he always studies her so closely. She wonders absently why it never has.

His eyes linger on the tear-tracks she’d neglected to wipe away.

“I had hoped the circumstances would be a touch more favorable.” He speaks lowly, sincerely. “I am...truly sorry about your friend. If I had moved faster...if I hadn’t let Rheya get the best of me...”

Surprising both of them, she reaches out to take one of his hands in her own.

“There’s only one person I blame for this, and he’s already dead.”

His skin is soft and warm against her own. She feels his thumb glide fleetingly over her knuckles.

“Lula’s okay because of you.” She adds softly, “I can’t thank you for that enough.”

Slowly, almost reluctantly, his hand falls from hers. “It isn’t much compared to all The harm I’ve done. But I’m glad.” He tacks it on the end like an afterthought, and she finds herself almost smiling when he looks off to the side.

“One of these days you’ll learn to just say ‘you’re welcome’.”

His lips twitch upward, but the smile fades fast. They stand in heavy silence. Everyone is waiting for her to pass judgment. Everyone wants to know what punishment she feels befits his crimes.

“You better, like...write my a postcard or something from wherever it is you go after this, Y’know.” She reaches out and makes a show of straightening that terrible cape of his, ignoring the look of surprise on his face. “If you drop off the face of the earth after all this I’mma be pissed.”

Gaius blinks. Once, then twice, then three times for good measure.

His eyes flick back towards the group of friends she’d left behind, gauging their reactions, visibly wondering if they’d really let him walk out of here just because she said so. He breathes a shuddering sigh, somewhere close to a laugh but not quite.

“Are you a touch insane?”

Even with the gaping hole in her chest still fresh, she finds it in her to give him a wide, genuine smile.

“Jury’s still out.”

Swallowing hard, Gaius watches her as if waiting for her to change her mind. When she doesn’t, there’s a strange look deep in his eyes. Like she’s given him a gift he couldn’t possibly repay.

“There’s not a chance in hell I deserve this.” Is all he says.

“Yeah, well, ‘deserve’ is a shitty word people throw around when they want to justify how they treat someone. If you don’t think you deserve a second chance,” She steps closer, almost challengingly, “then go out there and work on becoming someone who does. You do more good making up for what you’ve done than as a pile of ashes. Fuck what you ‘deserve’.”

For a moment, he drops his head and stares at the ground. He’s contemplating what she said, but there’s something in the way he does it that makes it seem almost as if he is bowing it in respect. When he looks up again, his eyes are clearer than she’s ever seen them and they sparkle with amusement. He’s smiling ever-so slightly.

“Eloquent as ever.”

“I do my best.”

He gives her one last meaningful look before turning away. Towards Kamilah.

“You said back in Japan...that one good deed doesn’t undo all the horror I’ve caused.” He pauses, jaw working. “How many do you think it would take...to call me friend.”

For a long time, she doesn’t say anything. She stands, impassive, with a hand on her hip, and gazes at him like a goddess passing judgment. Her face doesn’t change when she speaks—save for a nearly microscopic quirk of her painted lips, and the even less noticeable softening of her eyes. “Find me again in a thousand years. We’ll talk about it then.”

The tension Gaius wears like armor slowly seeps out of his shoulders. He chuckles, lowly, under his breath. “A thousand years,” He says in an easy tone, “I suppose I can give that a try.”

Jax steps forward before anyone can say anything else. His eyes are hard as stone, jaw set. “You saved Lula—I won’t forget that.” They lock eyes and Gaius waits as if he knows what comes next. “That being said: make sure we never cross paths again.”

“With pleasure.”

They nod once, in understanding.

Jax turns to leave, then, with his back straight and his eyes ahead. When he passes Rossi, he makes sure to give her shoulder one last squeeze. She smiles sadly after him.

Adrian clears his throat. This seems difficult for him—for a moment Rossi can see how deep his regret runs. How much he wishes things could be different. “I’ll take it upon myself to scour the edges of the world for you if necessary.” He says, tone dutiful, but there’s a pleading look deeper in his eyes. “See that it doesn’t come to that.”

Gaius’ lips twitch upward, only for a moment, before he nods. “You have my word.”

There’s a moment of stillness, of heavy silence. The goodbye doesn’t require a verbal acknowledgment. Rossi looks on as Gaius exchanges looks with the two of them for what she’s sure is the last time for a very long while.

He looks...proud.

And then he turns, taking one deep breath before looking at her once more.

She wants to say something, but she isn’t sure what. Thinking back to that night on the boat—the way he’d made her stomach flutter strangely—it wouldn’t feel right to leave him with nothing. She opens her mouth, but no words come. So she closes it.

It shouldn’t be this hard, she tells herself.

He watches the uncertainty ripple across her face and a tenderness catches hold of him. It’s something he hasn’t felt in quite some time.

“Don’t forget about me, out there.”

It seems with those words she has even surprised herself. She gives an awkward little smile and casts her eyes downward.

“I doubt there’s anyone in the world who has forgotten meeting you.” He chuckles. And then he steps forward...and brushes his lips against her forehead. “I don’t take this lightly. I’ll do you proud.”

He’d thought so little of her when they’d first met. Just some air headed tart his progeny had grown too attached to. Strange, now, to realize she’d become something of a guiding light.

Rossi, struck speechless for perhaps the first time in her life, flounders for something clever to say and comes up blank.

A bit of payback for a night he won’t soon forget, he thinks, and strides towards the door.

He doesn’t see the tear that rolls down her cheek as she watches him leave, but maybe that’s for the best.

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