#*nods in approval* yes hes understood how now to hurt his sibling

[sawyer-is-not-my-name]

Will Solace x Son of Ares reader

Will grimaced at your wound, he was currently patching you up. "Love, what'd I tell you about getting hurt?" he looked up at you waiting for an answer. "To try not to get hurt, but I didn't try this time. I wasn't planning on getting hurt, it just happened?" Will gave you a look before responding, "yes because physically fighting one of your siblings over something, isn't looking to get hurt." Sarcasm laced his voice causing you to grimace.

"I wasn't looking to get hurt, I was looking to win the fight." He rolled his eyes, "everyone goes into fights hoping to win them." You looked down, you knew he didn't like how many fights you got into, or how much you got hurt. You were trying to lower the amount of times it happened, and you had been doing quite well.

Until now that was, you had gone two weeks without being in a fight or getting hurt and then one of your siblings mentioned how they thought you were going soft for a son of Apollo. They said it with the intent of hurting you, you knew that, they wanted to get to you, they knew the way they said 'son' would set you off. Which meant you were gonna have to knock some sense into them.

But now you were wondering if they were right, maybe you're father wouldn't approve of your relationship. Maybe he'd have his own choice words to say about it, and that you couldn't stomach. You always felt like you had to prove yourself to your dad, and now maybe you were letting him down for something you couldn't change.

"You want to tell me why you fought them?" You looked at the ground, "they said something stupid." Will could tell it was a bit more than just that. "Baby, y'know regardless of what they said they're opinion doesn't matter." You didn't say anything instead you just wrapped your arms around his waist and put your head in chest.

The blonde in front of you, immediately holding you. "Angel, what happened?" You didn't respond instead you focused on any way you could not to cry. You tried focusing on his fingers running through your hair, or his heart beat, or the song he was humming to try and help comfort you. But you couldn't stop the tears that seemed to spill.

Will didn't say anything, he just held you close to him. He knew eventually you'd tell him what had happened, but right now you just needed a moment.

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When you had calmed down, Will gently wiped your eyes. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, pulling back he sat next to you on the infirmary bed. "You ready to talk now love?" You put your head on his shoulder, as you began explaining what had happened.

And then you mentioned the way what he said had affected you. You wanted to word it differently but you realized there was no way to word it differently without making it about something else, so you just told him the truth.

"Love, you know it's not wrong to be gay, right? This isn't wrong. And I'm not upset with you for letting that get to you, sometimes people say things that only feed into fears we have." He gently kissed your head, you were appreciative that he wasn't mad at you for letting it upset you.

"I'm also almost certain that your father isn't disappointed in you, and his deciding factor would not be the fact you like kissing boys." He smiled as a laugh rolled off your lips. "There's that lovely smile I love so much" your cheeks tinged a pink, the smile on your face only growing.

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A little bit later Clarisse had made her way to the infirmary to see you. She had a warm smile on her face which meant you weren't in trouble. "Hey, I wanted to check on you. I hope you know we don't think you're weak, nor do we think your relationship is wrong. If you're happy, that's all that matters." You smiled at your sister before nodding at her, a silent 'thank you' that you both understood.

A part of you knew that your father wasn't disappointed in you for your relationship, if he had he would of made it apparent. Hell, he's the god of war, if he disapproved he would have done something about it. Then again maybe Apollo was keeping him from interfering in Will's love life.

"Angel, don't think about it all too much. You're only gonna upset yourself" Will gently kissed your head before leading you out of the infirmary and to dinner.

Will was right, you knew he was. Sometimes you just needed him reminding you of things you already knew. He grounded you, and calmed you down. He was your remedy.

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[shenanigans-and-imagines]

I Could Do Worse

A/N: Some people expressed an interest in seeing some stuff about my basically dead OC. I’ve written a lot of stuff and dialogue I’m pretty proud of, but I don’t have the time or the inclination to actually put it all together. I might save her for an original work, but that’s still a maybe. So, I thought I’d just share it all randomly with you. If you’d liked to be tagged in future content, let me know!

Tagged: @imagine-the-fanfics​, @flapjacques​, @aqueencomplexx​

Background: Elenna is the eldest daughter of Ned and Catlyn Stark, being Robb’s twin sister. She loves the North.  If given the choice, she would have lived and died without ever leaving the walls of Winterfell.  However, as the eldest daughter, her duty is to wed a husband beneficial to her family. But, she never imagined the man she would marry would be the Kingslayer, a man without honor, Jaime Lannister.

I decided to go up with the aged up version of the show characters to make it frankly more bearable for me to write.

She and Jaime are married about a year before the events of the first book. This is the scene where Ned tells Elenna the King’s decision.

Word Count: 1.0K

“Come in,” her father called.

Elenna walked into his study to find him standing alone behind his desk. For so long, it had been a forbidden room. To her siblings it signaled some kind of punishment.  For her, however, it was a place of peace, somewhere she could work and study in perfect silence with the only other person in Winterfell who seemed to crave it.  But now, the normal tired, but happy light in her father’s eyes was gone, replaced with a solemn executioner.

Now she understood why her siblings feared the room. 

“Close the door,” he said, gently.

She did as she was told before turning back to her father.

“Mother said you wanted to speak to me.”

Lord Stark nodded his head, his eyes transfixed on the desk and the parchment laid across it.

That alone gave her pause. He always said, ‘he who carries out the sentence should swing the sword’. Although, being a lady, she would never sentence a man to die, she understood it meant she must take full responsibility for her decisions. The man in front of her had taught her that; now, he couldn’t even look her in the eye.

“The king has taken it upon himself to find you a husband,” he said.

Her heart beat spiked as a sudden flush of nerves washed over her.  But, she kept it off her face, as any other Lady of the North would. 

“That is very kind of his majesty,” she said, stepping further into the room.  “Has he told you who his has in mind?”

Her father’s usual stoicism wavered as a grimace pulled on his lip.  “The king has commanded me to give you away…to the Kingslayer.”

Elenna eyes widened. “Jaime Lannister?”

Her father said nothing still looking away from her.

“The king has commanded you…to marry me to Jamie Lannister,” she repeated slowly still trying to process the information.

He finally looked at her, the pain his words caused him echoed across his features.

“Yes.”

She suddenly felt dizzy and sat down in the nearest chair.  This time she was the one that couldn’t bear to look at her father.

“I take it he is no longer in the King’s Guard,” she said.

He nodded.  “King Robert wishes us to depart for Casterly Rock as soon as we are can. When we arrive he will release Sir Jaime from his vows.”

She took a slow breath bringing her composure back with it.  “And how long after are we to be married,” she asked.  

“About a month, maybe less.”

She looked to him.  “So soon?”

He met her gaze, but said nothing. It was answer enough.

“I suppose that makes sense,” she said.  “If we are to be married we might as well get it over with.”

“I’m so sorry, Elenna.”

She shook her head, her eyes softening at his words.

“I don’t blame you father. Robert is your king and friend.  If he commands it, I do not expect you to say no.”  

Guilt seemed to have taken permanent residence on her father’s face. She knew he wished to comfort her, but they both recognized the truth of her statement.

“Besides it’s a logical match,” she continued.  “It’s no secret the crown is in debt to Tywin Lannister.  If King Robert allows Tywin’s eldest son to marry and claim his inheritance, Tywin is more willing to forgive some of the debt. The king would also want somebody on his side to be married to the heir of Casterly Rock.  Whom better than the daughter of his best friend? It’s all…very well-reasoned.”

Her father almost laughed.  “I rather you had just screamed and told me you wouldn’t go through with it.”

She raised an eyebrow.  “Would that had helped?”

“No,” he admitted, “but it might have made me feel better.”

She gave a small smile.

He matched it, but only for a moment.  It was something at least.

“Come here, child.”

She did.  In an instant she was wrapped in the warmth of her father’s arms. Even at sixteen years of age, she still found safety in them.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” he said.

“According to you, no man deserves me,” she countered.

“That’s because no man does.”

Elenna nodded, holding her rising emotions by burying them in familiar comfort. “I could do worse.”

Ned sighed and place a small kiss on the top of her head before pulling away to take in her face.

“I should be the one justifying this marriage to you, not the other way around.”

She looked to the ground, unsure of what to say. She couldn’t tell him what she was actually feeling, even she didn’t know.  She just knew she had to lessen the pain, at least for one of them.

“You’re a good girl Elenna,” he said, gently.

She smiled, masking the hurt as best she could.  “So, I’ve been told.”

He allowed her a small smile at that.  

“May I make a request?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“I know the King wishes us to depart as soon as we are able.  And I know with efficiency we could do so within a few days, but could I have at least a fortnight?  I need to make sure everything is in order."

He nodded. “I’m sure he’ll understand.”

A small breath of relief escaped her. “Thank you.”

“You better be on,” he said.  “Your brothers and sisters are going to want to know what we’ve been discussing.”

“Are you not going to tell them?” she asked.

“I think it would be best if they heard it from you first, if they wish to discuss it further they can come to me.”

His eyes softened, his features finally coming back to something more resembling the father she knew. 

“I love you very much, my girl,” he said. “And know that no matter who your husband my be, you are a child of Winterfell. You remember our words?”

“Winter is coming,” she said, faithfully.

“Winter is coming,” he repeated in approval.  “And when it does come, your pack will always be there for you.”

She stood straight, her eyes never wavering.  “I understand.”

“I know you do,” he said, before nodding towards the door.  “Go on.”

She took her leave, making sure never to look back even as the door closed behind her.  The pressure of tears might prickle behind her eyes, her breath might quicken, and her hands might shake, but she would no break.  There were worst things to cry about, and Winter was coming.

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[kunderdogs]

Subtle

Simon Dominic (AOMG) x Reader ft Jay Park Genre: Romance Count: 2.5k Warnings: Fluff / Some swearing Rating: PG-13  Requested: Yes

This was actually really fun to write. I love writing Jay Park ;)

Park Jaebum swivled in his black chair, eyeing his artist and friend with a suspicous eye. While it wasn't rare that Simon Dominic would come to him for advice on things, it was very rare that this advice would be about women. Kiseok had his fair share of relationships and hookups so he wasn't totally sure why the older man was looking particularly nervous right now.

"You want...relationship advice?" Jay asked, just to clarify. He wasn't exactly the poster-child for long, stable relationships and from what he remembered, Kisoek was about five months deep into a relationship at this point.

Scratching his cheek, Simon looked to the wall. God, this was so awkward. Asking his girlfriend's older brother about love advice while said brother had no knowledge of his little sister's involvement with one of his oldest, closest friends.

In his defense, it was you that had wanted to keep it quiet from Jay. You know how he got when it came to you, his baby sister - the baby of the family. He was a typical brother. Over protective and some times blinded by the sibling love to see that you were an adult now and could make your own decisions. He had fought you tooth and nail when you decided to come to Korea and be an actress, especially since your skin was darker and you didn't look like the typical Korean actress. His words were truthful but they still hurt. It took a lot of tears (on your part) for him to get over his personal feelings and support you.

So you were not in any rush to tell him about your relationship with Jung Kiseok, someone who he considered a best friend. Kiseok was also much older than you, so you were sure Jay would burst at the seams when he found out.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, hated sneaking behind his friend's back like this. He felt like he was hiding you and that wasn't something he appreciated doing, to your or to himself. He had immense loyalty towards Jay as well so if this damaged the younger's trust in him, Kiseok wasn't sure if he could stand that. He'd known Jay for so many years that if he told him to break up with you, Kiseok wasn't confident in saying he wouldn't do just that.

Clearing his throat, Simon sat up straighter on the studio couch and faced Jay for the first time since he walked in. "Yeah. I want to meet my girl's family but she thinks we should wait a little longer. Because she's younger, she feels like her older b-...sister wouldn't approve."

Hearing the seriousness in the older man's tone caused Jay put his phone in his lap and give him his full attention. "Maybe she doesn't think you're serious about her? It's only been a few months."

Kiseok let out a breath and leaned back, muscles still tense. "I've liked her for about a year but I didn't want to approach her due to her...family. I'm serious about her, definitely, but I want to prove to her family that, despite the age difference, I genuinely care for her."

Jay watched him for an agonizing second before smiling widely. "Aw, that is so cute. You're in love~." He sang, only causing color to bloom over Kiseok's cheeks.

"Well- I- Yes, but I need options to show her family that I do," he defended as he stood slowly, "But if you're going to tease I can easily ask Loco-"

Jay scoffed, "You'd go to Loco for advice? He basically self combusts when Hwasa so much as looks in his direction."

Kiseok sat back down with a chuckle. Very true. Loco was a mess when it comes to his love life.

"Anyway," Jay continued like he didn't just shade his younger friend, "You should go meet with the sister, away from your girlfriend and tell her your intentions. If you get the one that opposes it the most on your side, the other family members would be easier to come around."

Taking a moment to think about, Kiseok agreed with a nod. "What if h-...she doesn't want to hear what I have to say?"

Noticing the hitch in his voice, Jay shrugged, "If you're serious about this girl then she'll listen. It's her sister, so of course she's going to want to meet you and see who you are. Go to a semi-public restaurant so she has to listen to you, without yelling."

Kiseok felt now would be a good time to make his move, but coming out right didn't sit well with him so instead, he nervously gulped and used the last of his will to ask, "What would you say to that?"

Jay interpreted it different than what Simon expected but he pondered it for a second before snapping his fingers. "Let's try this- I'll be the sister and you try to convince me to support the relationship. What's the age difference though?"

Feeling the panic rise to dangerous levels in his body, Kiseok did his hardest to hide his inner feelings before clearing his throat again. "It's um, more than six years."

Jay blinked at the new information but shrugged again. "She is an adult, right? How old is she?"

"She's um, twenty-six right now."

Feeling his shoulders relax, Jay took a breath. "Oh, she's the same age as Y/N? Okay, that's not too bad. Gosh, you got me worried you were dating some eighteen year old or something..."

Chuckling in nervousness, he was thankful that Jay was too distracted by getting into his character as the "sister" to notice how jumpy Kiseok became when he mentioned your name. They agreed that Jay would play the older sister coming to meet him at a restaurant so Jay stood and walked in the door, swinging his hips in an exaggerated motion as well as held his hand out like he was carrying a purse.

Jay slid onto the couch opposite of the older man and crossed one leg over the other. "So," he began in a high-pitched voice to mimic a woman’s. "You're the famous Simon Dominic my little sister is dating?"

Somehow, even with Jay pretending to be a girl, this all felt too real to Kiseok. He was nervously pulling at his collar before he could reign himself in. "I-...Yes. I'm Jung Kiseok, thank you for meeting me here..."

Jay blew his pretend manicure in boredom. "Let's cut to the chase." Within a few seconds, his dark eyes narrowed on him. "How can you date a woman so many years younger than you? Have you no shame?"

Absolutely caught off guard, Kiseok stuttered to respond, which made Jay break character and raise an eyebrow at how unsure the usually confident rapper was. Either way, he let the older man stumble to respond. "Your sister and I have real feelings for each other. I know you're concerned for the age difference and I also had my own reservations but getting to know her over these last few months made me realize my feelings for her are very much real. I would like your approval to continue dating her."

Back in character, Jay huffed with his nose in the air. "There are hundreds of men worthy of my sister, her age as well! What makes you think you deserve her? Just because you're a celebrity doesn't mean every woman has to fall at your feet!"

The sincerity in Simon's eyes as he spoke next took Jay aback a bit. "When I'm with her, I'm not Simon Dominic. I'm Jung Kiseok and she doesn't treat me any differently because of my status. I can be who I really am with her. When I wake up, all I want is to see her and hear her voice. When I'm having a bad day, she's the first person I run to...When I'm having a good day, she's usually the reason. Her smile is the most breath-taking thing I've ever seen."

Just seeing how starry-eyed Kiseok was getting talking about his girl made Jay smile a bit. He really liked this girl, whoever she was. "I know, she's my sister! That doesn't tell me about your intentions with her. I won't give my approval to just anyone."

Kiseok made sure to keep eye contact and if there were any traces of humor before, it was all gone by now. For some reason, Jay could feel the air around them take an even more serious turn. "Your sister makes me the happiest version of myself. We've only been together for a few months and even though I wanted to tell you when we first began dating, I respected her wishes to wait to tell you. Out of all the woman I've met, I've never wanted to spend my entire life with someone until now. It's too early to speak of marriage with her but I have every intention of asking for her hand, down the road."

Jay felt defensive, but he wasn't sure why. Maybe because he had a little sister who was the same age, but suddenly his voice was back to normal. "She has her whole life ahead of her and you two are at different stages of life. Wouldn't you want someone your own age?"

Kiseok heard his heart bumping a thousand beats per minute. It felt as if he were talking with Jay now, not the pretend scenario they conjured up. This was getting too real at this moment. "I've tried to convince her and myself that it would better for us not to date because of our age but after some discussion, we're both at the same point in life. I do want to settle down soon but I have a lot I want to do, career wise, and so does she. Right now, getting to know each other is our priority. All I know is that I can't live without her in my life right now. I love her."

Keeping the eye contact, Jay noticed that they weren't talking about the same person at this point. His eyes searched the older's face for a minute before he broke character entirely.

Siting back on the couch, the young CEO took a deep breath and had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he thought about his own baby sister. Your smiling face flashed in his mind. He had a small suspicion...so small it could be written off as paranoia.

Either way, he had to ask. He had to know. "Who is this girl?" The tone he used boomed with authority and usually was able to make weaker men tremble.

However, Kiseok must've noticed how pensive he became and understood that Jay was coming to the realization. He didn't have any reaction at first, just blinked at the younger man. After a few tense moments, he exhaled deeply. "I think you know who we're talking about."

That was confirmation itself, without even having to out right say your name.

So, without further ado, the usually cool-headed CEO blew the fuck up.

Launching out of his chair, Jay's chocolate eyes were set on fire, glaring at the man before him. "You're dating my sister! Without telling me!"

With no intention to fight or argue, Kiseok looked up calmly to his friend. "In my defense, I wanted to tell you as soon as we had our first date."

"My sister!" Jay nearly screamed, the realization finally dawning on him. "Y/N?! My own sister, behind my back?! What the fuck!"

Without much to say, he let Jay get it all out of his system. It looked as if he was in denial at first but after a few minutes of thick silence, he fell back onto the couch with a defeated look. It looked as if he'd aged ten years in the past ten minutes.

A hand rubbed down his face. "You're the man she's been telling me about? Damn it."

This peaked his curiosity and he couldn't help but ask, "She talked to you about me?"

Jay glared weakly at how eager he sounded but couldn't stay mad at his friend. "She mentioned she was interested in a guy in the industry, a few years older than her who sent her flowers every day for the duration of her movie shooting. I told her to pursue it if she kept babbling about him...You, I guess."

Trying to fight the smirk, he failed miserably. So Jay was the person who'd basically told you to date him? Everything really came full circle, didn't it? Seeing how utterly confused the young CEO looked, Kiseok took this time to tease him. "You know...if you hadn't told her to pursue a relationship with me...she wouldn't have agreed to our first date. So, you're directly responsible for us dating."

"I didn't know it was you she was talking about!" Jay defended, but quickly deflated once again. "Although, even if I knew it was you...I don't think I would've been opposed..."

"You wouldn't have?" The doubt in Kiseok's voice was too thick to cover up.

Jay crossed his arms, huffing like a child. "How can I oppose you two being together when you bought her flowers every day for months? Not to mention the whole k-drama worthy speech you just gave me..."

"So," Kiseok started gingerly, "Does this mean..?"

"That I approve?" Jay grumbled in his chest. "You're lucky I know the kind of man you are. If you'd been any other sleazy rapper I'd end this right now."

Kiseok felt oddly flattered. It didn't last long though.

"But," Jay continued, eyes narrowing dangerously. "Y/N is still my precious baby sister so if you hurt her in any way, if you fuck up, I'll be on your ass faster than you can apologize."

A weight lifted from his shoulders that he didn't even know was there. Jay was the biggest obstacle in your relationship so with his approval and him on your side, it would be easier for your family to come around, especially since they knew and loved Simon like he was apart of the family.

Jay stood, fingers unlocking his phone so he could call you. With the phone to his ear, he gave Kiseok one last once over, "Also, I don't want to hear about any...activities you two have."

Laughter followed the CEO out of the studio as he left a voicemail to meet him and "your little boyfriend" for lunch today.

#simon d #simon dominic #simon dominic scenarios #Simon dominic reaction #jung kiseok #jung kiseok scenario #jay park #park jaebum #aomg #aomg scenario #kunderdogs #request #jay park scenario #ssam d

[evabellasworld]

Storm of the Republic

Chapter 10

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Summary:  When Tup murdered General Tiplar during a battle, Anakin Skywalker and Captain Rex dispatched Ahsoka, Fives, and Yara to solve the mystery that was plaguing the Clone Army. Meanwhile, Senator Padme Amidala contacted Commander Fox, Commander Tori, Riyo Chuchi, and Dipper to help her continue investigating the death of Palpatine, suspecting that Dooku was behind the evil plot. But when Dooku send an ISB agent to stop them, the team had to race against time to search for the truth, which could alter the course of the galaxy.

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Stepping towards the surface, Odd Eye and Mina breathed a sigh of relief as they landed on an empty part of the island, hearing gunshots and explosions from afar. As part of their mission briefed earlier, Team B will storm the capital city of Mendes to topple the Imperial government.

The planet was part of the Galactic Republic, but had fallen in the hands of the Galactic Empire recently. Hocura harvested crystals that were worth millions of Galactic Credits, and they were instructed to take it back from Imperial hands.

Rubbing her belly, Odd Eye turned around and counted all her troops from the 666th Battalion, from ARC Trooper Tarot, Ouija, Yeri, and others that survived for the past six months. “All members of the 666th are accounted for, General,” she reported to Erina.

“Excellent, Commander,” Erina praised her.

“What about you, Mina?” Raul asked. “Is everyone present?”

“We’re all here, General,” she responded, looking at Bouncy, Nygma, and another Mina.

After the death of Commander Gowon, the ARC Trooper was promoted to a higher position, something many of her peers could only dream of. She was pleased with her new position as a commander, but a bigger role means bigger responsibility for her, and she found it challenging for the past 6 months.

Mina looked up to Odd Eye for guidance, and while the latter has been helpful, the former wished that she had more time to learn about leadership. She may have received training from Alpha-17, but Mina was used to being in the shadows alongside her late commander. I wish Commander Gowon is still here. Why does she have to go too soon? I have a lot to learn about responsibility.

“Alright, we’re heading to the jungle,” Erina instructed them. “So make sure you all stick together and keep your eyes sharp. You never know what you have to encounter down there.”

“Yes, sir,” Odd Eye bobbed her head in acknowledgment. “Come on guys, we have a city to take back.”

”Understood, commander,” Tarot said, as he gestured to his siblings to keep moving.

As the 666th and 197th Battalion marched together, Raul frantically searched through his backpack for something important, making Erina cross her arms. “Let me guess, you forgot your bug spray again?”

Raul gave a nod, smiling sheepishly. “You know me well, Eri.”

“Next time, please remember it,” she advised, passing him the bug spray. “You always forget every time we’re heading to another planet.”

“Alright then,” he resigned. “Also, did you remember to pack your prayer mat? You always forget to bring that whenever we’re on duty.”

Her smile faded as she paused in her tracks, slapping her forehead in shame. “Shit, why do I always forget to bring my prayer mat? That’s like the most important thing on my list. Now I have to pray five times a day with my blanket, again.”

“Don’t worry about it, Eri. At least you don’t have to worry about forgetting your binder like me.”

She raised her eyebrows at the dark-skinned man. “But you don’t need to bring your binders anymore. You already had chest surgery a long time ago.”

“Well, that was way before my chest surgery,” Raul told her. “Remember, I had to work at the diner all day long?”

“How could I forget that, Raul? You wouldn’t even dare to take a day off just to go out with me. Your boss was pretty strict with you.”

“Hey, at least I took you out on a date after the surgery.”

Erina let out a chuckle. “Of course we went out. You came out as a trans man and I wanted to celebrate at your favourite ice-cream shop. That was an important milestone in your life, you know.”

“Yeah, it was the best day of my life.”

As they continued with their conversation, Odd Eye could not help but smile underneath her helmet. Their conversation reminded her of Erhan, back when he was still alive and cheerful. They always have a deep conversation with each other that lasts the entire night, before they would fall asleep in each other’s arms when the sun rose from the horizon.

Her last memory of her lover was before they left an island planet. I can’t wait to start a family with you, Odd Eye recalled his words towards her, before watching him die in front of her. All it took was a tank shooting him from behind. As much as she told Tori that she moved on, she wished he was with her right now.

“Aren’t they cute?” Mina spoke, bringing her back to the present. “They’re both holding hands right now.”

“Yeah, they are,” she agreed, focusing on Erina and Raul. “Who do you think will propose first, though?”

“I think it would be General Gomez,” ARC Trooper Tarot speculated. “He’s quite the romantic one in the relationship.”

“Really?” Mina raised her eyebrows. “I always assumed it would be General Almarez-Guttierez. She’s pretty confident in everything she does.”

“My money goes to General Gomez as well,” ARC Trooper Bouncy joined in the fun. “He’s always sweet towards his partner. I mean, he even carried General Almarez-Guttierez to safety more than once.”

“Okay, guys, let’s just relax with this gossip, alright? We should let their relationship go with the flow.”

“Yes, commander,” Tarot groaned. “Though my readings tell me that there might be a union, eventually.”

Odd Eye rolled her eyes. Of course Tarot would say something like that. That’s how he got his name. He’s obsessed with tarot cards. She wondered why Erhan had to get him those cards in the first place, though some of his readings were accurate most of the time.

One time, he pulled out The Tower card, and the next thing she knows, the 666th Battalion lost half their men in the Battle of Zamerth. It was the most devastating loss she had experienced, and it wasn’t the last time the Grand Army of the Republic had to fold against the Separatists.

“Speaking of readings, what is the card of the day?” the pregnant commander asked, hoping today will be filled with good fortunes and luck.

“This morning, I got the Temperance card. From what I can tell, it means that you’ll have to keep your cool, even when things aren’t going your way.”

“I’m trying my best, Tarot. You know how hard it is to carry a baby while fighting a war?”

“I’m aware of that, commander. That’s why the Temperance card appeared in my reading today.”

It’s an accurate reading, she acknowledged with pure intention. She had to give credit to that. It’s difficult to predict the future with tarot cards, especially if you’re not familiar with it.

The purple jungle looked like something that was from a fairy tale, and the symphony of crickets in the background felt tranquil for her. The rain from the clouds made it better, as she could concentrate on her current surroundings.

If Odd Eye was given a chance to live somewhere, Hocura is her number one choice. She would never get bored with the scenery from her treehouse. Her son would love it here too. He could sleep to the sound of raindrops while Odd Eye would just sit beside him, reading her favourite book. It’s the life she always wanted after the war ended.

“So, how long till we reach Mendes?” Mina questioned Raul. “We’ve been walking for hours and my legs are killing me.”

Raul opened his map from his device and showed their current location to his commander. “Mendes is 20 kilometres from here. If we meet up halfway through the jungle with the 212th and the Coruscant Guard, we will get there in two days.”

“So are the 212th and the Corrie Guards still fighting on the other side?” Mina bit her lips. “It must be a pretty intense battle. I hope they’re okay.”

“Two days is pretty long and I’m not sure whether they can survive that long,” Odd Eye commented, tapping her feet on the ground. “Is it alright if we rest for at least 10 minutes? My feet also hurt and I might need a bathroom break right now.”

Erina exchanged a brief glance with her partner for a moment before approving both their requests. “Alright then, you all can have a 20 minutes break for yourselves. Then we’ll continue through the jungle.”

“Thank you, sir,” Tarot sighed in relief. “You’re a lifesaver.”

“It’s not a big deal,” Raul winked. “Rest is good for your health and you all need it.”

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[thorinthehottotty]

Imagine fighting with Thorin at Kíli and Tauriel's wedding and it leads to him finally getting to confess...

Really long and I don't know how to do the hyperlink thing to make it short...

Warnings: Angst, NSFW, no editing, rushed ending but I might make a part two!

Length... Too long.

"Elvish weddings are nothing like this," Tauriel admits, eyes large but the smile evident on her face. Your friend all too happy to be here, dwarvishly married to her prince. The sap currently being paraided in the middle of the hall, a beaming smile on his young face.

"No? What are they like? No dancing?"

"Oh, there is dancing, but not so lively." Smiling, you both watch as everyone celebrates the groom.

"What about human weddings?" You glance over to see the King Under the Mountain with the whispers of a smile on his face. He stands behind you both.

"Nothing compares to the liveliness of the dwarves, your highness." Despite the pain of seeing him now, smiling upon you like nothing had changed, you relaxed at his smile. A rare and beautiful occurance.

You bite your lip and turn from him, fighting the tightness of your voice. Balin had mislead you enough in regards of your feelings with the king. From the very beginning he stole your heart. You were just a common human woman, not a dwarven nobel. The old damn dwarf lead you to believe you had a chance to win the king's affections all along the trip, and oh, did you try.

Ever since Beorn's home when Thorin snapped at you about acting like a silly little girl with a crush destracting him, you felt a growing bitterness. You accepted his feelings (or lack there of) and stepped back, much to the displeasure of the company. The rejection stung, but you would move on.

Yes, you thought, there was always Bard.

You flinch at the thought. He was caring and sweet and he had told you that you were beautiful tonight. A slight flirtation to his smile when he'd said it.

"There is no need for formalities between us, Y/N." The rumble of his voice loses the sound of his smile. You don't spare him a glance, feeling just the slightest twinge of guilt as you answer coldly.

"I'd prefer the formalities, your highness." You tell him, tilting your chin up. In the corner of your eye, you see Tauriel blink in surprise.

You didn't start out as cold. No, at first you were still very sweet. You understood and respected that he had his own feelings. You put aside your hurt at his tactless rejection to put the quest first. And once you were in laketown, he was anxious and happy you'd all made it so far.

The butting of heads began there, when his hard-headed self exposed them all. Of course he was protective of you when Alfrid and the Master seemed to eye you with interest, but he wasn't the only one. The whole company always had your back. And he was awfully sour when he walked in on you and Bard talking of his children. It was just him telling funny stories of them. Then he proceeded to make an ass out of himself (essentially grumbling about how you couldn't put yourself past your silly crushes).

You'd snapped at him their, causing a bigger rift.

Then came that awful dragon sickness. (You didn't even want to think of the awful things he'd done in his madness).

He'd managed to break himself out of the damn madness just in time to nearly kill himself during the massive battle. If it hadn't been for you blowing in from nowhere to drive a blade into Azog's side. It was a last ditch effort for an archer, such as yourself. But with a broken bow, you were left with only the blade on your hip. You'd gained a new scar, where you'd effectively been run through with his blade. It was low, jutting just inside your hip, knicking the bone.

The king, with a mighty roar, decapitated the pale orc and un-shishkabobed you to drape you dramatically on the ice.

"You fucking idiot," you muttered before losing consiousness. When you woke you were banadaged and warned it may have impacted your ability to birth children but it didn't matter, not when Thorin wasn't in the room. Not when he apologized for accusing you of getting cozy with Bard. Bitterness swelled in you, the more you both eased into life in Erebor.

You just couldn't stop yourself from being bitter when he hovered like his own guilty concious. Child bearing was a big deal for dwarves, and he'd rendered you without at a young age for a woman. It was getting to the point that his sappy looks just enraged you. Two years in Erebor. Two and a half since he rejected you, yet he followed you like a lost puppy.

Perhaps it was just because it reminded you that you were still in love with him.

"Thank you for hosting us for this event, your majesty." Tauriel tried to ease the tenseness filling the air.

"My pleasure, Tauriel. You look lovely." He offered and she beamed. Your hand tightened on the goblet when you heard the last part. She did. That wasn't the issue with it.

"Thank you," she smiled warmly at him.

"I believe it is time for your first dance with your husband. May I escort you?" She graces him and he leads her away. Someone else slips into the seat next to you.

You don't bother to look. "That sour face is going to ruin all my hard work." You glance over at Princess Dís, her face stern. She arches an eyebrow as you sigh.

"Sorry. I know you worked hard on it." She had slaved for several hours, making you stunning. She really was an expert when it came to hair. She had put up so many intricate braids, you'd never felt more beautiful until Thorin stalked right past you with barely a glance. Even after these years, you still desperately craved his approval. But you supposed it was better this way.

"I even picked out your dress! Perfect for dancing with anyone who wants to ask."

"No one wants to ask a barren human girl to dance." You reply, gazing down at the table cloth.

"Is that what this is about?" She hums softly, leaning closer. You meet her tender gaze. "Not every dwarrow or man wants that." You don't stop the scoff exiting your lips and you raise the wine to your lips.

"Why'd you put me in his colors?" You demand, but can't muster the same bitterness as before. She didn't know about your feelings (and Thorin's lack of them) since you'd fobidden any of the company from speaking of them. The navy dress had gold stitching and was wasted by your foul mood.

"You'd be good for him, if you could push past the bitterness you hold for him." It makes your face crumble in anger. You hold your tongue, not wanting to snap at her for not understanding.

"Forgive me, Princess. I must excuse myself from this coversation." You say tensely, pushing away from table. Good timing, too, Thorin is making his way over, again. His eyes fall over your figure. You glower.

"He's a bit trying, but he's not a bad dwarf." She offers.

"No. He's great." You hiss, standing. "But I don't want his pity love." You snap, moving toward the food. Maybe some of Bombur's sweets would help soften you.

"Y/N, would you like company?" You grit your teeth, meeting his eye with a furious expression.

"No thank you, your majesty." The dress flows behind you as you move away from the siblings, feeling the bitterness swell in you, stemming from somewhere cold.

Midmouthful of chocolate you feel a presence behind you. Turning, you find King Bard smiling warmly at you. "Good evening, Lady Y/N."

"Bard," you hum when you swallow. "Where are your kids?" You ask.

"Looking for more sweetrolls it would seem. It's been a beautiful ceremony." He offers you a gentle smile. "I'm about to step to the balacony, care to join me?" You hesitantly glance at his extended elbow.

"That... Sounds delightful you," you respond. Eyes catching the glare Thorin is throwing your way. You make your way despite the sinking in your gut. You're not doing anything wrong.

The cool winter air feels nice on your heated skin. It's calm for a long time, no words exchanged as you both gaze down on the land below the mountain. "Can I ask you something, Bard?"

A wave of emotion fills you, heartbreak always fresh. The tears are spilling down your cheeks by the time he looks at you. Concern fills his face.

"Go ahead."

"Does heartbreak ever get easier?" You ask him, voice cracking. "I'm trying to move on, but I can't."

His face crumbles into understanding. He gently places a hand on your shoulder. "Thorin, yes?" You drop your head into your hands in defeat. "I just... I don't understand why you're so cold to him now. I could see how much you loved him when I met you. He obviously cares for you."

"He feels guilty. He thinks he's torn my whole life away from me. I don't want his pity. I wanted his love, even just a bit of it." You sink down onto the bench by the wall. "Now... now I just wish I could move on so he can be free of the new guilt I've given him." Bard is quiet, even when he turns his back to the wall and leans. You miss the way he straightens quickly.

"Well, at least I know why you've been avoiding me so." You jerk up, on your feet as Thorin approaches. You glower at him.

"Eavesdropping? Really?" You gasp.

"King Bard, if you would give us a moment, I do believe your son is asking for you." Bard nods politely before slipping back inside. You try to follow but Thorin cuts you off.

"Pardon," you hiss through your teeth.

"My pity love?" He demands back, stepping closer. You're stunned by his seething. "I stole away your livelihood, I took-"

"You stole nothing from me, you prick!" You snarl back, stepping back and nearly trip onto the bench when he follow you. "You didn't force me to take that blade! It didn't used to bother me. What do I care if I don't push out babies!"

"But it bothers you now!"

"Yes, because you never stop looking at me like my life is over!" You cry loudly, shoving on his chest. "There is more to me then my ability to bare and raise children!"

He grasps your face tightly in his hands, not caring that they're wet with tears and and probably makeup. "There is so much more to you than that," he agrees, much softer now, and his eyes soften too.

"I fought hard!"

"You did."

"I gave you your space when you asked for it! When you made if very clear how you felt!"

"And moved onto Bard," he growls.

"What do you expect me to do when the one I love tells me to leave him be and not distract him with my silly girl crush? What? Did you want me throw myself at you harder!?" You nearly sob.

"I wanted you to wait!" He bellows, still holding onto you. You stiffen in his hands, him softening again when he see the shocked expression you hold. "I wanted you to wait for me," he repeats, much softer this time.

"You should have told me," you croak, pushing on his chest weakly. "You should have told me back a Beorn's. I would have respected that. I would have left it for the time being."

"I should have, yes." He tilted his forehead to yours. "And I have been trying endlessly to get you alone. Balin told me to give you time, but I couldn't and the longer I waited the more you pulled away."

"Because you look at me like I'm broken! I can't do this anymore!"

"Stay with me." He rumbles. You let out a sob. "Stay with me." You tremble against him, tears flowing steadily and you shake your head.

"I've tried to leave. So many times I've tried. I can't. I can't. I love you too much." You cry at him, gripping his dress robes tightly in your hands. "Let me go, dammit."

"No. No, never again." He snarls. "I want you by my side forever. You are my one." You collapse against him, holding him tightly. "Y/N, please forgive me for my foolishness." You just clutch him tighter to yourself and he jerks you against him aswell. "Marry me." He begs.

"No." You respond, dragging away to glare at him. He sighs, exasperated.

"If you love me as I do you, then why will you not marry me?" He demands, face turning red and veins popping out, his tell tale sign that he was incredibly frustrated.

"That's the first time you've said you loved me and you ruined it." You sigh, deflating completely. He softens, seeming to understand a bit.

"I'm being to brash, I see." He cups your face, tilting it back and stroking your cheeks to dry them. "Y/N, I love you. Until the day I die, I will. I will say it a thousand times over if it means you will marry me." He leans his mouth down, kissing you for the first time. It's sweet and gentle, soothing your flared nerves. You sink against him.

"Thst's a good place to start." You say. He frown, confused. "Say it to me a thousand times over. Don't think you won't have to put in the work for it." He blinks in surprise, then groans in annoyance.

"You jest."

"No, I mean it. I chased your kingly ass from Bag End to Erebor. You can at least have the decency to court me!" You tell him sternly. Normally, you were sweet and agreeable. "King or no, I will not marry you if you don't give me good reason to." You declare. His lips part in shock, and then he smiles, a big, beautiful smile that has the sun catching his eyes the most beautiful blue you've ever seen.

"I can give you plenty reason." Then, in a very frustrated manner he sighs and peaks at your head. "As long as you take that damn braid out. It's been the bane of my existance tonight." You gape, reaching for your hair.

"What's wrong with the braid? Dís did it." You squeak. He frowns.

"Do you not know what it means?" You dumbly shake your head. Despite living with dwarves for three years, you still hadn't quite caught on. An irate glare settles on his face. "This particular braid indicates that you are actively seeking a life partner." You're eyes widen in shock when he reaches up to gently brush a hand over it. "This one thst wraps around it, that one indicates you are feeling particularly... Famished." He offers.

"Famished?" You repeat, confused. He gives you stern look, trying to tell you something. Oh! Hungry for more than what lined the banquet tables. You gape at him, horrified. "I'm going to kill her!" You quickly dive a hand toward your hair struggling with the clasp.

How dare she! You trusted her with your hair and she went and told everyone you were feeling spring fever! For the love of the gods, you couldn't have any peace in this place.

"I take it she decided the dress too." He murmured grimmly. I froze where I was, eyeing him with anxiety.

"Oh, no. What's the hidden meaning behind the dress?" You ask, closing your eyes tightly.

"Well those are the King's colors to begin with, and while they suit you wonderfully, it's a very bold pairing with your hair. You look incredibly enticing tonight. Like a gift for the King." You flush deeply. You might as well have a sign taped to you that says 'I'm here to fuck the King'.

"I bet your sister's feeling proud of herself," you grumble.

"Probably, but I when she arrived, she was surprised to find how smitten I was with you. I would speak of you for hours." He informs you. It makes you gulp. Gently, he takes your hands, kissing you again sweetly. "Come back and actually enjoy the wedding, please."

"Yeah! You've been moping about for ages!" Kíli's voice cuts through. You both peer over at him, shocked to see practically the whole company peering in eagerly. "So? Did you say yes?" He demands.

Thorin glowers at him, but you just ease a hand over his chest from beside him, a soothing gesture he'd long since missed. "Kíli."

"No need to be shy among us. Did you say yes lass? Are you going to be our queen?" Bofur urges eagerly.

"No, I turned him down." Jaws drop in shock. "He'll have to work for it." You lean back in, delivering kiss to his fuzzy cheek. His gaze softens on you and you smile at your friends.

The rest of the night is easier. Loud music, plenty of drinking and dancing lead to you being exhausted... And a bit mischievous with the King.

The two of you had slipped to his chambers so he could pull out that braid and instead braid his own courting braid. It was intimate and gentle kisses where exchanged. The air heavy with unspoken energy hanging between us. And then it happened, one moment you were getting ready to leave for the night.

"You don't have to," he whispered against your lips, holding you in his arms tightly.

"I do, my king," you reply, smiling at his lengthening beard on his chin. He'd been growing it out, free of all shame, it seemed. "Propriety dictates-"

"Fuck propriety," he rumbles. "How dare you speak that word when you're in such a dress." You laugh when he leans you against the door.

"Blame your sister." You purr, kissing his lips fully. Neither want to pull away, too caught up in the feel of each other.

"Then leave now, or I'll keep you in here. You'll never be allowed to leave." He snarled into your mouth. You laugh and shake your head.

"Don't get me wrong, I want to, Thorin. I want to stay so bad it hurts. But we shouldn-Eek!" He had enough and gone was your dress, ripped in half easily down the middle. If it was a tradition dwarvish dress, that would be difficult. But it was a light fabric Dís had tailored for elvish design, something to compliment Tauriel's heritage.

"I warned you." He rumbled and then there was the chain reaction. The world blurred as you tore at each others clothes until you were being rocked against the walls, gasping for breath and moaning loud enough for anyone walking by to hear. I was not dissappointed, to say the least.

(I'm debating making a part 2 but its late and I've got work in 8 hours.)

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[goldandbluesmiles]

A Surprise Engagement

Summary: Jacie is expecting to have to break up with her boyfriend to go through with an arranged marriage. She is pleasantly surprised by her father's slyness.

Ao3

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"You believe they want to talk to you about marriage?"

Lady Jacie turned away from the mirror to look at her lover, still splayed out on her bed.

"Yes," she told him, "You know how it is. I and my siblings are not the blood children of Lord Wayne. However, due to the legal inclusion of us in the family and state, we are good for making alliances. This much wealth comes at a price Kyle. Those born into this family, like Bruce and Helena, die in service to Gotham, giving their blood life to the people. Those like me, adopted in, find other ways. For Richard, it meant marriage to Kori. For Timothy, it meant allegiance to the Kryptonians of Metropolis. For me, it means whoever they pick out,"

"You don't even know who they might want you to take?" he asked

Jacie sighed and went to sit by him.

"No," she said, running a hand through his soft hair, "They might give me a few to choose from but I don't know who,"

"Are you okay with this?" he asked, "What about us?"

"I told you about this when we got involved," she said softly, "I told you we couldn't get attached,"

"That's it?" he demanded, sitting up

"I don't know what you want me to say, Kyle,"

Kyle sighed, "I guess I thought it could be different. Sorry for snapping,"

Jacie smiled tightly. Kyle was not a royal but the Lanterns were a governed entity. They made their dealings similar to those of royal families. He understood even if it hurt.

"I should probably go before your maid comes in," said Kyle

"Yes," murmured Jacie

Kyle put his clothes on quickly, taking her hands in his when he was done.

"May I?" he inquired

Jacie nodded.

Kyle leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss.

"I'll see you sometimes my lady," he said

Jacie nodded but did not say anything.

As soon as he was out the door, she flopped back into the bed, wondering once again if getting involved with Kyle had been a good idea. It wasn't as if she hadn't had lovers before. She had actually had quite a few. All of them had. Bruce had never been a stickler for staying pure before marriage and let them do as they wanted as long as they were all staying safe.

However, as soon as she had met Kule, she had known something was different. The first time they had met, they had both just entered their twenties. She had been getting used to being alive again while he had just joined the Green Lanterns. A part of being a Lantern had been visiting the important families of his sector, which included Gotham.

Kyle had stumbled on her reading in the library and from there they had gotten to talk. Kyle was not passionate about reading however, he was passionate about drawing the characters from literary books. They had gotten into a strong debate on what certain characters from literature would look like. From there. their friendship had blossomed which had them lead to more. On her birthday, he had given her a sketchbook full of Jane Austen's characters, making her gasp in awe and wonder. She had known then, that they were becoming too close but she had not put a stop to it. She had understood from a young age that her marriage would be arranged and she not only accepted it but seen it as part of her life. She knew Bruce would never force her into anything she didn't want and had been at peace with the whole thing.

Until Kyle.

Sighing again, she sat up. She had made a commitment to the idea. She couldn't just leave it now that she hag gotten involved with an amazing guy.

"Oh, Fuck,"

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After, putting on a dress of her signature red, a black leather jacket and having the maid pull her hair into a bun, Jacie made her way tp the Meeting room. Inside there was Bruce, Selina, Cassandra, the Kanes, the Crownes, the Dumas's and the Glavans. All sitting in their perspective seats and waiting for her to join them. Once she entered, everyone but her parents stood up to greet her.

When they were all seated, Bruce started to start the meeting with some gentle words and explanations but Jacie just shook her head.

"Come now, Old man," she told him "Cut it. I know why I'm here,"

Some of the others, especially the older ones, frowned but her dad had an amused twinkle in his eyes, which was the only thing she cared about.

"Well then," said Bruce, "Uncle Phillip, please,"

"Well, child," said Phillip, gentle smile in place. He had always been her favourite.

"We have four options that you can choose from,"

"Okay,"

"First, Roy Harper,"

She listened to them go on about his family and qualifications but already knew that it would never happen. He was her friend and his daughter caller her Jayjay for fun. It would be too awkward to be married to the older man.

"Next, Jericho Wilson," said Phillipe, going on to explain his background

Jacie bit back her surprise and cast a glance at her dad and was instantly relieved. He didn't seem to like that option either.

"Wally West,"

Oh hell no.

"And last but not least," said Phillipe, "Kyle Rayner of the Green Lantern Corps,"

Jaycie's blood froze in her veins.

"Rayner?" she choked out

"Yes," said Phillipe, "I realize he's not a royal but it was your father's idea and the rest of us agree. He's quite formidable and it is always a good thing to have a further connection with the Lanterns,"

Bruce's idea. She looked at her father and found that his face was carefully blank.

He knew.

Jacie cleared her throat.

"I would like some time to think about it," she said

"Of course," said Phillipe, "We're in no hurry. Here are the files, child. Meeting adjourned,"

Jacie took the files and quickly made her way out of there before any of her family could follow her. She basically ran the rest of the way to her room and shut the door behind her.

She put the files on her table and flopped down on the bed, trying to calm her racing heart.

So Bruce new about her and Kyle. Not the biggest surprise. But he approved. Or was he just trying to make her happy? And what about Kyle! Did he know? No, he would have been so dejected today if he had. Did that mean that the Lanterns just wanted a deal and wanted them to choose-

There was a knock on her door.

So much for being left alone.

She got up to open the door and was shocked to find Kyle standing at her door.

"Can I come in?" he asked, sounding out of breath

"Yeah," she murmured, moving aside to let him in.

"So-" he said as soon as he stepped inside, "I had the most surprising call with the Corps. Apparently I'm a candidate for being your husband. There are two options here. You didn't know at all or you knew and don't wanna marry me so you lie-"

"I didn't, Kyle," she said, taking a step and holding his hand, "I didn't know,"

"Oh," he said, letting out a long breath, "That makes me feel better,"

"Come on," she murmured, "Come sit down,"

They both sat down in the, his hand still in hers.

"So," he said, "Do you want to marry me?"

"I- Kyle this is a surprise," she said, "What about you?"

"We get along. I care about you, I really really do and I mean we don't have to yet, right? It would be great. We could read books together you could critique my drawings and-"

"Kyle, baby," she said, letting out a chuckle, "You're rambling,"

Kyle stopped, let out a long breathe and smiled

She couldn't help but smile back and think to all the time they know each other. The meals they had had together, the walks they had taken through different cites around the country the many flights he has taken her on.

Jacie had never classified the relationship as more than an attachment, thinking it was best. But sitting here now, thinking of continuing their care for each other - it filled her with warmth.

"Kyle?" she murmured

"Yes," he said

"I-," she took a deep breather, "I think I might love you,"

He let out a breathless chuckle, joy dancing in his eyes, "I think I might love you too,"

Jacie laughed and threw herself into his arms, covering his face with kisses. Kyle pulled away to say something when there was another knock on the door.

"Jacie, it's me," called out Bruce

Oh no.

"Hide," she whispered to Kyle

Kyle instantly vaulted across her bed and laid down on the other side, half under the bed.

Jacie fixed her hair and dress

"Come in," she called out

Bruce came in and closed the door behind him. For a few seconds, he awkwardly stood at the threshold before sighing.

"I didn't mean to spring this on you," he said, "They had been talking about it on and off for some time but they didn't say anything explicit so I didn't bring it up. However, this morning they more or less forced me to call the meeting. I think they were afraid I was avoiding it on purpose,"

"And Kyle?" she whispered

"The Lanterns brought up an alliance through marriage and told us to take their pick of their non-married members. I wasn't going to, there is no guarantee that they wouldn't be forced but then Kyle came along. I added his name to the roster this morning,"

"Oh," she murmured, trying to hide her actual excitement

"Now I don't know how much Kyle knows," said Bruce, stepping a little closer, "But I'm sure if you talk to-"

Bruce's eyes then slid around the room and he frowned. After a few moments, he rolled his eyes and sighed.

"He's in here isn't he?"

Jacie couldn't help but smirk.

Bruce sighed, "Hello Kyle,"

"Lord Wayne," Kyle called out, still staying in his place

"Well, I suppose that takes care of that," said Bruce, "I'm going to go now. I will see you at dinner. Both of you,"

Jacie nodded. Bruce gave her forehead a kiss and left the room.

Kyle slowly came out of his hiding spot and they both collapsed on the bed laughing.

"Can't believe that just happened," he said

Jacie just laughed some more.

"So," said Kyle, "The engagement?"

"We don't have to get married instantly. We can have a long engagement. Get used to the idea,"

"Yeah," said Kyle, "Yeah,"

Kyle smiled at her, a soft look in his eyes.

"What," she asked

"I wanted this," he murmured, "But I never dared to think about it. I knew you had a commitment to Gotham. I just buried it. But now..."

"I know," she said softly, "I know,"

Kyle smiled wide, taking her hands in his, "We're gonna get married,"

"Yeah," said Jacie, placing a kiss on his hand, "Yeah. We're gonna get married,"

And it was going to be beautiful.

#fjw2020 #female jason todd #bruce wayne #Jason Todd #kyle rayner

[celtics534]

Can’t Fight This Feeling

Covert Love chapter 3!!!!

Get ready for some flirty banter and lustful looks 😂

Also Read on: FF.net or AO3

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"Report, Potter," Jamieson demanded, flame flicking around his disembodied head. 

  "No signs of vicious intent towards Weasley as of yet, sir." Harry sat back on his knees. Floo reports were Harry's least favorite way to discuss his findings, mostly because his knees would start to hurt after a few minutes, but also Jamieson's head surrounded by green fire always gave Harry's boss the look of a mad man on the verge of blowing up a building. Maybe it was the beard… maybe he only thought that way because he was jealous of how perfect Jamieson's beard was…

  "That's it?" Jamieson's disapproving tone brought Harry back from his reverie..  

  "No, sir. I can report that I have become close with Miss Weasley." 

 Close doesn't even begin to describe what he felt… what he wanted to be. Nope! He couldn't let his thoughts drift to that. The dreams he'd been having about her were enough, but if she started possessing his mind during waking hours… 

  “Would you say she considers you a friend?” 

  “I’d say so.” Though I’d like to be more...

  “Good, so you should be in the perfect position to stay close to her and work with her brother.” 

  “Yes, sir.” 

“Bill is having dinner at Ginny’s home this Monday night. See if you can get invited. We want it to seem normal for you and Bill to be speaking should the situation ever arise.” 

  “Just her and Bill?” Harry didn’t want to insult his boss, but he saw a large problem with that plan. “And how should I go about getting the invite?” 

  “Eh?” Jamieson’s brow furrowed. “Right, I forgot to tell you that part. Sunday night, you should bump into Ginny and Bill casually while they are out shopping. According to Bill, they will be in Diagon Alley between seven and eight in the evening. Ginny wanted to look at -”

  “Some new gloves because hers are wearing out between the fingers,” Harry interrupted, remembering Ginny taking his hand to show him exactly where she meant yesterday. They had talked for hours on the cliffside near ruins. It was exactly what he wanted… and more . He’d almost kissed her so many times he’d lost count. She was just too… words failed him every time he tried to describe her. Nothing in his vocabulary was enough to say just how incredible she was. But every time his eyes had drifted to her perfectly full lips, a voice in the back of his mind (that sounded scarily like Jamieson) stopped him from following through with his inclinations. 

  He couldn’t kiss her, couldn’t be with her like that while undercover. It was completely against the rules, not to mention immoral. He couldn’t lead her on like that, make it so she developed feelings for him while lying to her. Well, not really lying. He hadn’t told her a single untrue word. Everything about his family, childhood, and quidditch exploits was true. Yet, any time the conversation came to his work history, he changed topics. No . He couldn’t follow through with all the desires. Instead, he was forced to settle for his dream-self fulfilling them. 

  Dirty, hot dreams . Dreams he'd never discuss with a living soul. 

  "That's right." Jamieson’s head bobbed in approval. "So I'd say show up and get to chatting. I'm sure if you say something about how you were hoping the two of you could get together that night, she'll invite you. Or Bill will take the cue and ask you to come." 

  "Okay." Harry took a deep breath. His mind ran through different scenarios, all of which lead to Ginny leaning up to kiss him on the cheek and he just happened to turn at the same time so their lips met. Fucking hell, Potter, you’ve got it bad!  

  He cleared his throat, hoping his boss wouldn’t notice the flush creeping up his cheeks in the firelight. “Will do, sir.” 

  “Very well. Good luck, Potter.” And just like that, Jamieson pulled his head out of the flame. Harry fell back against the side of the sofa. Jamieson had made it all sound so easy, of course, he hadn’t known about the constant war between Harry’s mind and hormones. 

  Harry took his glasses off his face, throwing them aside, before rubbing his palms over his face. The more he thought about it, the more anxious he felt. First off, he needed to put a wrap on these feelings he had for Ginny. They just couldn’t happen and the sooner he got that through his thick head the better off he’d be. Secondly, there was no way in hell he was going to lose said feelings before Monday, and if he was going to be having dinner with Ginny’s brother (who also happened to be his handler for the case from this point on), Harry needed to at least control his desire.

  Yup , he was done for. 

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 Harry took a deep breath before raising his fist and knocking on the dark oak door of Ginny’s cottage. He was fifteen minutes earlier than they’d discussed, but sitting around his flat had been driving him mad. Getting invited to the Weasley siblings’ dinner had been easy. Harry hadn’t even brought up the topic. When he’d accidentally run into Ginny and Bill in Diagon Alley on Sunday, Ginny had mentioned the dinner and then she’d invited him. 

  As odd as it was to say, it both thrilled and frustrated Harry to no end the ease he felt with Ginny. It elated him that she clearly cared about him in some capacity, enough to invite him to dinner at least. But then every time his heart seemed to skip a beat due to his happiness, it would collapse into his gut when he remembered that he was only there for a job. He wasn’t supposed to develop his own feelings for the individual. Quite the contrary actually, he was meant to keep a level head during an investigation and feelings were the number one reason for clouded judgment. 

  Oh, but how the feelings had taken hold of Harry. He knew he’d been in major trouble after one conversation with Ginny, but everything he learned about her made Harry fall further into the all-encompassing void that was Ginny Weasley. 

  And speaking of his temptress...

  The door opened wide to reveal a beaming Ginny. “Harry!” she pulled him into the sitting room. “I’m glad you’re here.”

  Before Harry could make a pitiful comment of me too or I wouldn’t miss it , Ginny started talking in a rapid-fire manner. “Bill is bringing his wife, who is one of the biggest food snobs I’ve ever met. And I am no cook. I was literally just going to heat one of those muggle frozen lasagnas, but there is no way phlegm -- I mean Fleur -- will stand for it. Not to mention she’s pregnant so she’s even more phlegmish than normal. I swear Harry, I may -”

  Harry couldn’t keep up with it all, but what he did understand was Ginny was stressed and he needed to fix that. He put the wine he’d brought down onto a small table behind the sofa before grabbing Ginny by her shoulders and giving her a little shake. “Ginny, calm down. We can figure this out.”

  The look in her eye was slightly crazed, but she took three long deep breaths. “Right. You’re right. We are two grown adults and we can figure this out.” She glanced over her shoulder, towards what looked to be the entry to the kitchen. “But I literally have nothing but that frozen lasagna.” 

  “Well, good thing we’re a wizard and witch.” Harry smiled, hoping to encourage her. “Bill should be herein,” he glanced at his watch, “twelve minutes. So I’ll just pop down to the store and get us some ingredients.”

  Ginny nodded slowly. “Yeah, that could work… but there is still one little problem. I can’t cook worth a shit, so just getting the ingredients to make something everyone will like does nothing.”

  “Ah, see my godfather, Sirius, always vouched that cooking was an important art, so he taught me a thing or two over the years.” 

  “Really?” Ginny’s eyes had started to lose that manic look to them, instead, surprised permeated off her. “Why did he think that?”

  “Er --” Harry’s hand came up to rub the back of his neck. “He liked to have company and cooking a good meal was a way he impressed them.”

  “Company?” Ginny smirked. “Based on the stories you’ve told of good ol’ Sirius, I have to assume this would be company of the female variety?”

  “Hey now.” Harry tried to scowl. “You know what assuming makes you.” He paused, watching Ginny’s lips curl into an amused grin. “Correct. It makes you so correct.”

  Ginny laughed, the last bit of stress leaving her shoulders just like Harry hoped. “Well, I guess there’s the silver lining for your godfather being a dog.” 

  Harry snorted. “That’s one way to put it. So, I’ll be right back.”

  “Hang on.” Ginny grabbed a small bag off the little table. “I’m gonna come with you.” 

  “You don’t need to be here when Bill comes?” Harry asked, ignoring the way butterflies fluttered in his stomach at the mere idea of going out with her. Why was it that no matter how mundane something was, the thought of doing it with Ginny thrilled him? Fuck, Harry thought he might even enjoy drunk apparition paperwork if Ginny was by his side.

  Ginny waved off his concern as she tugged on a light jacket. “He has the password so he’ll just let himself in. Also, this shouldn’t take too long. Do you have a dish in mind?”

  “Uh - How does Fleur feel about pomegranate?”

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  “This is amazing, you two.” Bill praised for the third time that night as he finished off his second serving of toasted coconut tilapia. 

  “Thanks, but really it was all Harry.” Ginny beamed at Harry, causing his heart to feel as if it was about to leap out his chest. “He was the master chef.”

  “Where did you learn to cook, ‘Arry?” Fleur asked, a hand resting on her bulging stomach. Harry understood why Ginny had been nervous about feeding Fleur. When she’d first sat down, Fleur had been overly cautious about every bite, taking dainty tasters. But after a few nibbles, she’d clearly decided the fish topped with pomegranate salsa passed the test. Fleur had explained that during her pregnancy that food was a win or lose situation. She’d then reminisced about the last time she’d had Ginny’s cooking and it had been a loss, which in Harry’s mind started to explain the endearing nickname Ginny had for her sister-in-law.   

  “My godfather likes to host dinners and so I would spend time with him in the kitchen.” Harry took a sip from his goblet of wine. “I enjoyed helping him and in the end, I learned a thing or two.” 

  “Well, women love a man who can cook. Is that not that right, Ginny?” Fleur sent a dazzling smile at the redhead. 

  Ginny, in turn, glared at the blonde. “I find anyone who can cook impressive.” She cleared her throat before turning back to Harry. “But yeah this was amazing, Harry. Thank you."

  "Any time." Harry could feel the heat rising up his neck towards his cheeks, but he hoped people would assume it was from the wine, not his thrill at being praised by Ginny. 

  “So, Harry, how are you liking the Bats so far?” Bill asked; his tone made Harry tear his eyes off Ginny. The previously pleasant smile on Bill’s lips had shifted to a deep frown. 

  Harry cleared his throat. He wasn’t quite sure what shifted Bill’s mood, but Harry could guess he hadn’t hidden his admiration for Ginny as well as he’d hoped. “I -- uh -- it’s been a dream come true.” 

  “I can imagine so. And it’s great you’ve already found a friend on the team.” The way Bill emphasized friend made Harry want to wince. Fleur, however, didn’t recoil from her husband’s tone. On the contrary, Harry saw her fingers claw into his knee. 

  “It is.” Fleur’s smile countered Bill’s wince. “You and Ginny make a belle paire .”

  Harry hadn’t spent much time learning French over the years. He had only learned Italian because he had been sent on a ten-month assignment in Rome. So he wasn’t one-hundred percent sure what Fleur had said, but he had a strong guess based on context clues. 

  The room felt as if the heater had been turned up twenty degrees. He looked around the room, taking in the different knick-knacks Ginny had gathered over the years, rather than looking in the direction of the one person whose attention he craved: Ginny. He didn’t want to see the odious look she must have on her face… or worse, if she agreed with Fleur. It would simultaneously elate Harry and break him.

  “How about pudding?” Ginny’s tone was... normal. Harry couldn’t resist the temptation to look. She was glaring at Fleur, not disgusted or hopeful, just glaring. 

  “I’ll help you, Ginny.” Bill stood, leaning down to kiss the top of his wife’s head. The two redheads abandoned Harry as they walked side by side into the kitchen. 

  “So, ‘Arry.” Fleur brought her elbows onto the table, lacing her fingers into a high bridge. “How are things between you and Ginny?”

  Harry would be the first to admit he was oblivious when it came to some things, but even he understood the implication in Fleur’s tone. A blazing heat spread from the back of his neck to his ears. “I -uh -”

  Fleur waved off his stutters. “You don’t need to say anything. The two of you are évident . It’s adorable.” 

  “Uh - thank you.” Harry wasn’t sure what to say. Now his cheeks were as warm as his neck. 

  “But I must ask why you two are not together.” Fleur’s gaze shifted to rival one of his fellow aurors. “You are interested in her, and she, you. So why are you not together?”

  Harry’s stomach churned. “I -” How could he explain what was going through his head? He couldn’t keep all his thoughts straight. Besides, why should he even explain it to this woman he’d only met that night? 

  There was something about Fleur that made Harry’s resolve crumble. Maybe it was the look she was giving him, or maybe it was the overwhelming feeling of happiness and love that seemed to roll off the blonde woman.   

  “I’m worried about work,” Harry said slowly. He needed to mind his tongue, making sure he didn’t reveal his mission. “It’s -- uh -- frowned upon to be with someone like that.” 

  Fleur cocked her head, her hair flowing like a waterfall down her shoulder. One light brow raised. “I didn’t know the quidditch team was so strict about that.” She reached across the table and grabbed his hand. “But, ‘Arry, if you truly feel for Ginny as I think you do, things at work will not matter. You will figure out any problems together. What matters is how happy you will make one another.”    

  Harry blinked at her. “I’m not sure that’s how it works.” 

  “ Pish .” Fleur waved her free hand. “That’s what happened to me and Bill. Did you know, my père did not approve of my union with Bill at first. He thought Bill was only marrying me for my looks.” She smiled grimly. “Being half veela, it had happened to others in our family. But that’s not my Beel . ”  

  The way she said Bill’s name made Harry’s heart clench. There was such affection and love . Harry wasn’t jealous of Bill and Fleur, but jealous of how much they cared for each other. He wanted someone to love him like Fleur clearly did for Bill.  

  Harry tried to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. It wasn't until that moment that he realized just how much he wanted it. Wanted the love of someone who he loved in return. A deep love that made him glow with happiness, just as Fleur did. 

  Ginny and Bill walked through the kitchen doorway laughing, the latter holding a large treacle tart. As he looked at her adorable curved lips, freckled cheeks, and heard her laughter, Harry knew it wasn’t just anyone’s love he craved. He wanted hers. He wanted her. Ginny. Air seemed to get stuck in his chest, making it hard to breathe. 

  She was everything he desired in a woman. Everything he craved. Her sense of humor, creativity, passion... and that didn’t even start to cover his physical attraction to the redhead. Ginny Weasley was the ideal woman for him. 

  “‘Arry?” Fleur’s voice brought Harry out of his epiphany, forcing his lungs to work again. “Are you a treacle tart fan?” 

  “I -” His heartfelt as if it was about to come out of his shirt. “I love treacle tart.” 

  Ginny beamed at him as she placed the warmed sweet down on the table. “I remembered! I made it yesterday after I invited you to join us.”

  “I didn’t know you made this,” Bill said as he spread the clean plates and silverware around the table. “I assumed you’d bought it. Since when have you known how to make treacle tart?”

  “Well,” Ginny’s grin became sheepish. “I may have had to fire call mum a few times yesterday to get the instructions.” 

  “Well, it looks délicieuse .” Fleur began to cut the tart. “Well done, Ginny.” 

  “I -” Ginny’s eyebrows rose into her hairline. “Thank you, Fleur.” 

  Fleur smiled at her acknowledgment of Ginny’s words. “As you are the guest, how about you try the first slice, ‘Arry?” She placed a large wedge down in front of Harry. 

  It was one of the best he’d ever had. The tart and sweetness flowed perfectly and the crust was that ideal golden brown that created the best flavor. He let the second bite sit in his mouth for an extra second before chewing; he sat back in his chair and let his head fall back.

  “That good?” Bill’s voice asked.

  Harry took an extra moment to swallow before answering. He looked at the party. Bill had a skeptical brow raised, Fleur’s lips were twisted in a knowing smile, and Ginny… the hopeful glint in her eyes made the dessert that much sweeter. “Ginny, I have a question for you.”

  “Okay?” The hope shifted to confusion.

  “What’s your ring size, because I’m about ready to propose to you?” 

  The room was silent for five heartbeats before Fleur gave one of the most unladylike snorts, Harry had ever heard. Then she was laughing. Ginny followed suit, her lips twisted in a wide smile. 

  “Little bit soon for that, don’t you think, Potter?” Ginny asked once her laughter subsided. “We haven’t even had a proper snog yet.”

  “That can be arranged. Would you prefer me to make my move in front of everyone after we win next week’s game, or would you rather a more private affair?” 

  Bill groan. “I don’t wanna hear this.”

  Ginny slapped her brother’s chest with the back of her hand. “The number of times I witnessed you flirting with Fleur… a little payback is well deserved. “ 

  “ Ugh .” Bill sat back in his discarded chair with the grace of a baby giraffe. 

  Harry only half focused on the room as Ginny finished serving dessert. When she rounded the table to get back to her chair, she stopped beside him, her lips brushing his ear. Her voice a seductive whisper. “Dealer’s choice, Harry. “ 

  Goosepimples ran along Harry’s arms as she moved away, a satisfied grin on her lips. It took everything in his power to stop himself from reaching out and grabbing her wrist. It was bad enough that a certain part of his body was reacting to her persuasion without his permission, so pulling her back into his arms and kissing her hard was not going to happen. At least not until he figured out how to keep both his job and her.  

  Sooner rather than later, Harry thought with his eyes on her retreating swaying hips, because he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold back.  

#hinny #hinny fic #hinny fanfic #Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry X ginny #harry potter fan fiction #Covert Love Chapter 3

[rantreader]

That Bloody Potter Boy

Look. I wrote part one of that fanfiction.

Summary: The Dursley’s never should have taken in Harry. He had been a nuisance from the start. His life with the magical world slowly started affecting the Dursleys, and now they have to flee for their life. As they are forced to encounter magic, they also have to confront their own relationships with each other and with the bloody Potter boy. 

It took Vernon Dursley Weasley twenty years to pay off his home. Petunia was delighted as they made their way through the freshly painted doors. It marked a beginning to their life together, and at first, it was perfect. Dudley made the family home complete, as he grew from a little tyke to a brave man who had encountered far more than any other person his age. That pristine home slowly morphed into a family home, but as they drove away, Vernon was not sure when they would see it again. If they would see it again.

He glanced into the mirror one more time before turning right. He suddenly became aware of the uneven atmosphere that filled the car. Petunia sat next to him, keeping her legs and arms closed to her. Dudley sat in the back, between the two magic police or whatever they were called. Vernon kept an eye on them. Every time Dudley was caught up with magic, he would get in trouble. That Potter brat must have put a curse on him. Vernon was not sure if the scar he gained from when that brutish giant cave Dudley a pig tail would ever recover.

“So, what was it like growing up with the Harry Potter? It must have been an amazing experience,” said the female. “It’s such a shame that he was not able to teach you anything, but it still would have been nice.”

Vernon tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

“It was alright. I guess. He kept to himself,” Dudley mumbled. Dudley had only just astonished Vernon by being friendly to Harry. Even though that boy was nothing but trouble since the day he arrived on the doorstep, he was still the closest thing Dudley ever had to a brother. As annoying as they were, you can never really hate your sibling.

“Yes. He always had this little attitude that he was better than all of us,” Vernon added. “He always spoke back and never did what he was told.”

The female chuckled.

“Sounds like a typical teenager.”

If he wasn’t driving, Vernon would storm away from the woman. It was not just typical teenage blues, but there had always been something deeply disturbing about that boy. That was the one good part about the whole fiasco: they never had to see him again. For the first time in 17 years, Vernon could be able to breathe without worrying over what that boy had done.

Vernon continued to drive down through the neighbourhood he had grown accustomed to; arrogant drivers swerved in front of him while others thought it was perfectly acceptable to drive at a snail’s pace.

“Where exactly am I meant to be going anyway?”  he grunted. So far, this little rescue was a complete disaster.

“Oh, sorry. That’s why I never quite understood driving. You can’t just go in one direction. You have to do all these twists and turns. We need to go to the British Post. You have to –“ Vernon could just make out the man rubbing his temple via the mirror – “Well, I’m sure you know how to get there this way.”

They were bloody useless. Potter might as well have left them with a spork for defense. At least then they could have stabbed someone with it. It didn’t matter; it was all nonsense. No one was going to come after them. It was all just a rouse to get the house. Yet, Vernon had to play along. Maybe they would get tired of the foolishness and just move on.

The car ride remained as Vernon made his way into the city. Pedestrians ran through the street as if it were a zoo. Vernon nearly ran over a few teenagers. Did no teenager have any respect for those around them?

He parked the car outside the British Post. Everyone stayed in the car, unsure of what to do. Eventually, Petunia shook her head and stepped out. The wizards followed, and Dudley stumbled out after them. Vernon got out and looked between them.

“Now what?” he grunted. The wizard smiled at Vernon.

“Have you ever used a portkey before?” he asked, making his way to the building. The Dursleys followed them. Vernon kept his eye on the man and scrambled after him. Occasionally, he glanced at the other pedestrians. He had not seen anyone that he knew – that was always a good sign.

“Yeah. We’re not complete idiots. We use keys all the time,” replied Dudley.

“No. no. A portkey,” the woman said.

“Oh. Then no.”

“It’s fine. Well, it is going to be a strange feeling, but also completely harmless,” the woman told him with a soft smile. “It’s the easiest way for us to travel. At least, for now.” The smile disappeared and deep wrinkles of concern appeared on her forehead. The man sighed.

“Yes, we may have to reconsider more in the future, but until that happens, let’s enjoy what we have for now.”

“Why? What’s going to happen to it?” Dudley asked. He was becoming strange. All of the changes that were happening around him intrigued Dudley, but he was also hesitant. Occasionally he glanced over at Vernon.

“I’m sure a chat would be lovely once we get to whatever hellhole you take us too,” he growled in a low voice. There were still people walking by. Petunia’s eyes fluttered between her family and the other strangers. She clutched her cardigan and tugged on it slightly in an attempt to hide her already thin body. “But until then, it’s probably best to keep quiet about the whole

The woman sighed and nodded.

“Fine.” She reached the building and pulled out her wand. Vernon swore and shook his head. These people must have no idea how to act around normal people. It’s what he expected from them, but it was still infuriating. She moved closer to the door until she was basically pressed against it. Vernon heard her mutter something before pushing the door open. “Quickly,” she whispered.

Vernon stood back, feeling his anger rise up his body.

Stop. Take a deep breath

Vernon closed his eyes and exhaled. Apparently, it was supposed to let all the frustration out of his body in a socially acceptable way. It was a stupid idea and as soon as Vernon did it, he felt like an idiot. At least he didn’t yell.

He followed the freaks into the building. Fortunately, it had closed. No one could see them and try to make conversation, but it also led to another problem.

“This is ridiculous. We’re going to get arrested for breaking and entering,” Petunia growled. The wizard smiled at her.

“Don’t worry. We won’t be here for much longer.”

He made his way to the front desk and looked up at the wall. 6:20.

“Ok. We have to close up,” he told them. Vernon raised an eyebrow but felt the witch push him forward.  

“Now what? You took us all the way here just to see what the time is? We could have done that at home,” Vernon said. The woman rolled her eyes.

“No. We told you; it’s a portkey. On the count of three, we’re all going to have to touch it at the same time. And as I said, be careful, and try not to puke. On the count of -”

“Now, hang on,” Vernon interrupted. He glared at the witch. “We’re not going to do anything unless you tell us what the bloody hell is going on. What if that clock turns us into ants or cockroaches?”

Every time one of Potter’s ‘friends’ were involved, it caused chaos. That was the issue with them – they didn’t care how they hurt the normal people. They just went about their day and not care about collateral damage.

“Oh, no, we wouldn’t do that,” the man quickly replied while shaking his head. The woman tilted her head.

“Well, it might make everything a lot easier. I don’t think the Death Eaters would be looking around for a group of ants.”

“Hestia,” the man remarked and shook his head. “Don’t worry. She’s just kidding. The portkey is basically a transporting device. When you touch it, it takes you somewhere else immediately.”

“So where will we be going?” Dudley asked.

“We figured it is best to go as far as way as possible immediately. That way, they won’t know where to start. Don’t worry,” he added to Petunia with an attempted comforting smile, “nothing can go wrong as long as you hold the clock.”

He stared at the Dursley’s. Vernon felt everyone’s eyes fall upon him: Petunia and Dudley had to know that Vernon approved the decision.

“Fine. But if I get killed, I am going to sue you for all your worth,” he grunted. The man laughed and shook his head.

“I don’t think you should waste your time doing that. I’m really not worth that much. Ok. On the count of three. One. Two.”

The Dursley’s hesitated but brought their hands out and placed them against the clock.

#Harry Potter #Vernon Dursley #Petunia Dursley #fanfiction #writblr

[faithhudson]

Cleaning Up || Sawyer & Fae 07.27

Tagging: Sawyer Hudson (@sawyerhudson) & Fae Hudson

Date: July 27

Location: Sawyer’s suite

Classes: Home Ec

Summary: A domestic scene and attempts not to punch people

Sawyer didn’t really want to do scenes with other people, and Fae didn’t really want to earn points, but they were siblings and siblings helped each other out. He had invited her round for the last day scene week was applicable, making sure to leave a few dishes out on the side, and his bed unmade. It would just be a simple domestic scene and the minute she was done, he was going to put on Dad’s old records and they were just going to chill. He heard her knock at the door, opening it and smiling at his sister on her knees, trying to fight back a laugh. “Hey,” He said, offering his hand to pull her up. “Thanks for coming.”

Fae struggled with the whole idea of scenes, and she knew that Sawyer understood better than most.  She didn't plan on getting enough points to graduate, and the whole thing seemed pointless.  But her brother had a girlfriend and a future, and points would be good for them both.  So if she needed to play submissive for a little while she could do that.  Knocking and kneeling, she shuffled awkwardly and found that his stifled laugh matched her own.  "Thanks for having me, Sir," she intoned, accepting his hand and stepping inside where she'd feel a little less ridiculous.

“Thanks for using your titles un-prompted.” Sawyer praised, deciding that calling Fae a “good girl” was a little cringeworthy. “So, today is simple. I have a couple of chores I need you to do,” He explained, handing over the little handwritten list he jotted down last-minute, “You can’t move on from one task until I’ve approved the work you done. If I don’t approve, you’ll have to start over. The sooner you finish, the sooner you get your reward. Is that fair?” He’d normally just leave Fae to her own devices, but it wouldn’t be much of a scene if he did that, and he figured she could handle if he was a little bit of a hard-ass to her.

God damn it was difficult not to roll her eyes as Sawyer went over the rules of the day.  She didn’t do this, and hearing it coming from her own brother’s lips just added another strange layer to it.  But they had a deal, and a bit of time doing what she was told wouldn’t kill her.  “Fair, Sir,” she agreed, reading through the list.  “Want me to get started now?”

"Before you get started, remind me of your limits and your safe-word." He knew for a fact none of these limits would be pushed, but he wanted her to recite them, to put it out there that they wouldn't be considered, and to also give her a reminder that it was still a scene, and she could opt out at any point, no matter what, no questions asked.

Fae nodded, head up and eyes on Sawyer as she focused on him.  This part was important, because everyone would ask for it when she did scenes.  "Yes, Sir.  My safeword is 'holiday,' and my limits are electricity and cages."  There were others, if she were honest, but they were sexual in nature and they weren't about to touch any of that.

Sawyer gave a curt nod, "Holiday." He repeated, so she knew he heard her. "Got it. And don't worry, it's a simple domestic scene, so there'll be no electricity or cages." He didn't even want to think about the connotations behind those limits were, but he wanted Fae to know that he'd never, ever push her like that.

"I was sort of hoping those weren't going to be included, Sir," a smile pulled at her lips, but Fae tried to remain serious.  "Thank you."  She never thought for a moment Sawyer would hurt her, but if they were treating this like a scene she needed to be honest.

"You're welcome." Sawyer matched her smile for a moment, to show her that he'd never think about harming her, before remembering his role, trying to channel his inner Chris Abrams-like Dominant, becoming hard-faced once more.  He knew it was hard for her, and he wanted to just drop the Dom facade and tell her she didn't have to do anything of it, just chill, put on some TV. Another part of Sawyer told him that it was better it was him than someone who'd take genuine offence to Fae's reluctance, and that the worst punishment she'd probably get off him was a Carole Hudson-Hummel level of tutting, rather than something that'd actually cause damage. "Yes." He said, proud of himself for managing to drop the please from the sentence. "Go ahead and get started.  Just shout me when you're done."

As cringe inducing as it all was, Fae was glad to have wrangled a scene with someone she could trust.  And who she could sub to, because being a Dom was still way out of her comfort zone.  And despite how uncomfortable she knew they both were, Sawyer was taking I seriously and she would as well.  “Understood Sir.”  Without further prompting she headed for the sink, having decided dishes were the simplest place to begin.

It was quite nice to have Fae around in a more domestic setting, in a way it was like catching up for all the wasted years back home in Champaign. Where she hadn’t been there when he helped their mom with setting the table, or whining about vacuuming, or just...anything normal. They were robbed off a lot of their normality, and as strange and unusual this scene was, it was still more normal than either had been through. He crept to the kitchen, just watching her wash the dishes for a moment, before heading to the corner of his living room, putting on one of their dad’s old records, because he was on the forefront of their minds constantly these days, and he kind of liked the idea of him being with them in this moment.

Dishes were simple.  Ritualistic.  Wash, rinse, dry.  Wash, rinse, dry."  It was good because it was mechanical.  It was bad because it left time to think.  Fae tried to do as little of that as possible, especially when it came to family.  But she was in Sawyer's kitchen, helping with his dishes, and it was impossible not to think at least a little.  When she heard the scratchy sound of a needle dropped on a record her heart stopped a little, and the song that began to play was one she actually knew.  "Well, the stage was set, the sun was sinkin' low down," she sang softly, trying to push memories of their Dad away while she did.  "As they came to town to face another showdown..." she dried the last of the dishes, setting them on the counter, but leaning there waiting for the chorus before she called out to Sawyer to check her work.

Sawyer had admittedly zoned out, watching the record spin around, the song washing over him. Memories of their dad on his good days blasting it in the living room, forcing their mom to dance with him, making Sawyer, Fae and Finn laugh and dance along, played in his head. It took him a moment to register Fae calling his name, and he headed back to the kitchen, wiping his eyes, letting the hard-ass version of himelf from years ago take over. He picked up the dishes, examing them closely, just to drag it out, before nodding. "They're satisfactory." He nodded, "Put them away and you can move onto your next task."

Fae did her best not to punch him as he looked at each individual dish with seemingly no purpose but to annoy her.  She knew it was part of the scene, part of the way that she had to give in and let him do what he wanted to do, but it was more difficult than she'd expected.  "Yes, Sir," she agreed, ignoring the way that his voice sounded just a little bit choked up.  "I'll go do the bed next."  He didn't need to know, she was sure, but she assumed it was something a good submissive would say.

He simply nodded, because he didn't know if he could say any words to her without choking up. Fae and Sawyer didn't do a lot of talking, not really, and he honestly couldn't remember the last time he cried in front of her. Or in front of anyone either. Probably when he scraped his knee when he was 7. And then later pushed his school nemesis Tommy DeLuca over for making fun of Sawyer crying. And then he bawled like a baby anyway. The memory admittedly (and slightly disturbingly) made Sawyer feel slightly better, and he took another couple of deep breaths, before heading out, to maybe chill a bit before Fae was ready for him.

Fae knew, or at least suspected, that Sawyer's silence was much like her own.  They didn't need to get wrapped up in memories, at least not while they were in the middle of a scene.  She let him walk off and began to put things away, which required a few glances through the cupboards but didn't take too long overall.  In the meantime she sang along with records she was sure she'd forgotten, finally heading for the bedroom and suddenly understanding why Carole would get frustrated with them for leaving beds unmade - it was a mess. She took everything off of the bed, down to the bare mattress, before starting it from scratch - fitted sheet, sheet, pillowcases, blanket, all of it.  By the time she was done she was sweating profusely even in the suite and had to sit down for a few minutes to catch her breath.  Fae checked the corners, tucking one in a bit more, and nodded at her work.  "Think I'm ready," she called.  "Sir."

Sawyer headed back into the bedroom, and, if he were being honest with himself, he wasn't that confident in Fae's bed-making abilities. He and Finn definitely suffered for their half-assed ways growing up and whilst Sawyer at least threw the cover over the bed and fluffed the pillows, Finn never even botheed. And Fae was a Hudson through-and-through, with an extra pinch of not giving a fuck whatsoever, so his expectations weren't exactly high. He was, however, stunned. The bed was the neatest it had been since he arrived here. "You make the beds exactly like Mom." He blurted out, cringing at his words. "That's a...a compliment by the way. You've done an excellent job." He stammered, glancing back at the bed and already feeling guilty at the fact he and Fauna would be messing it up later. "You can move on." And he hurried out of the room, before Fae threw a punch at him for comparing her to Carole.

Fae cringed at the description.  She wasn't sure how she'd remembered enough to pull it off, but assumed that there must have been some lingering pre-alcohol memories of helping out as a kid.  But the thought that she had actually recreated something their mother used to do disturbed her on many levels and she barely noticed Sawyer leaving.  "Thanks," she finally muttered, long after he'd departed.  The last few tasks were fairly quick and easy, some general cleaning and dusting, and each of them were checked off simply enough.  Returning to the living room she knelt in front of Sawyer and restrained herself from rolling her eyes.  "Last couple are done if you'd like to check them, Sir."

Sawyer kept himself busy by texting his friends and teammates, as well as planning his plans with Fauna for the next day. It was going to be hard, to wait these 24 hours to ask the girl to be his girlfriend, and he was especially glad that his sister was here to help him distract him from such a thrilling and dauntless task. From the corner of his eye, he noticed her kneel before him, and he just looked at her for a moment, a stupid smirk on his face, though he tried his best to hold back his laughter at the site. "Very well," He spluttered out, going to check on the dusting whilst letting out his laughter. When he decided everything was up to par, he returned back to where Fae was kneeling. "Stand." He ordered, "You've done an excellent job, Fae. Well done." He praised, "How are you feeling, about today? About the scene, about submitting? I know this was extremely basic, and I am your brother, but in terms of the titles, the kneeling and following orders...how was it?"

For Sawyer's sake it was lucky that he managed to restrain himself, because if he'd actually laughed at her Fae was sure she would have ruined the scene by decking the Dominant with one hand and costing them both valuable points.  And that would have been more frustrating, since it would mean she'd gone through with her submission for nothing.  "Thank you, Sir," she nodded, standing and doing her best to crack her neck a little - the bed had been hard work.  "I'm...I mean, it's fine?" she offered hesitantly.  "Like I'm at least more comfortable doing that than I am with the thought of being in charge of someone.  And yes, it was weird doing this with you, but I think we put something simple and effective together so I don't mind that.  You were walking a fine line with that crack about Carole, though, you know that right?"

"Okay, good. Fine is good." Sawyer declared with a nod, "You'll probably be a better Dominant than you think, you know," He assured her, "but you have time to explore that side only if you really want to. You don't have to ever do anything you're completely uncomfortable with. I'm glad to have done this with you as well." He couldn't help but grin cheekily at that, "It was an accident." He told her honestly, "but you handled it well. Now, what would you like to do as your reward for doing so well? Nothing's off the table. We can watch TV, order in, go to town for some food. It's up to you."

"Not yet," Fae shook her head.  "I can't trust that I won't get sick, or worse, while someone's depending on me.  Maybe someday it'd be something to check out, but I just don't feel okay with the idea right now."  She leaned in for a quick hug, wanting Sawyer to know that she really was okay with all that they'd done and that she was glad to have helped him with some points.  "Lucky for you," she smiled.  "I'm thinking...a big stuffed crust pizza, some pop, and some of those cinnamon things that the pizza place sells.  And just relax and eat while we listen to some records.  Sound good to you?"

Sawyer gave her a sad smile, although he knew where she was coming from, worrying about someone depending on her when she wasn't well enough to cope. He'd been in a similar boat once upon a time. "Well, no matter what, you're always going to have people to look after you no matter what. But like I said, there's no rush." He was pleasantly surprised when she gave him the hug, letting his long arms wrap around her for the moment, and the feeling of having his little sister in his arms, safe, almost made him tear up again. "You, Fae Hudson, are a genius, you know that? And a mind reader, because I've been thinking about those cinnamon things all day. I'm glad I let you made that choice." He told her, shooting her a wink.

"No, you're right about that.  I'm going to be here for a while, after all."  Seven years, maybe.  At which point she'd either have to have the points and a claim or she'd just get dragged off.  "Just know that your job isn't looking after me.  You've got a girlfriend to romance, points to get, and a claim to find.  Don't need to waste time in there looking out for me."  Fae grinned, pumping her fist.  "Must be some kind of sibling telepathy," she grinned.  "Alright - let's do this.  Pizza, records, cinnamon things."

Sawyer shook his head. "It's not my job, no, but you're one of my triplets, Fae. You and Finn are as equal priority to me as my future claim is, okay? I can romance the girl, earn the points, find a claim and look out for you all at the same thing." He assured, "I'm like a superhero in that way." He rolled his eyes at her fist-bump, but his smile didn't falter. "Let's do this," He echoed, giving her a high five. "Pizza, records, cinnamon things."

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The family’s little secret - Part 1

So, it’s my first fanfiction here. Hope it’ll be fine ! I’m french, but really wanted to try something in english.  Klaus x Reader cause he’s such a sweetheart.

So, that was it. The Apocalypse was over, everything went back to normal. The Umbrella Academy wasn't a huge mess and even Vanya felt at peace. She put her violin in its place and grabbed a cup of coffee.It was over and they were all here. Well, kinda. Ben was still a ghost but somehow, they could feel him and sometimes see him.It was sweet to be at home and to have each other back. They didn't have to say it, but they all felt their bonds were stronger now. Family. They never realised they were this close before.

Klaus stretched his muscles. He was really tired and being sober for this long was a miracle. He didn't know how people could do this.

“I guess there is no more secrets left between us now ?”

He was expecting everyone to approve but they all exchanged a weird look he didn't like. Allison was the first to talk.

“There maybe is one last secret. And I have to apologize to you before I start explaining anything.”

They all seemed very guilty and Klaus became anxious. Something wrong was going on.

“Eh. We just saved the world. What could be worst than the Apocalypse itself ? That and this aweful dinner we had yesterday.”Luther put his hand on his shoulder. He gave a look to Allison, asking in silence if she was really sure about it. She gave him a nod.

“You may want to sit down.”

Ben felt awful. He thought this would never come out, that he'd never have to deal with his brother about this topic. He always felt like a traitor, but it was a family decision and he didn't know how to act about it. Klaus' heart was beating fast in his chest. It was hurting him.

“You remember that, you were lonely when you were young ?”

“We all were, right ?”

“Not exactly.”

Vanya was biting her fingers, Diego was watching the wall as if it was the best tv show he ever watched, Number Five litteraly disappeared, probably in another room, and Allison was struggling with her own hands.

“You had a friend.”

“I think I'd remember.”

“No. That's why I wanted to apologize.”

“Sure. Who ? What ? How ? I mean, I'm pretty sure good old daddy wouldn't let us have any friends.”

“He didn't, that's why you don't remember. Well, at first he did.”

“You'll probably need to give me some details now.”

Klaus didn't feel like being his usual joyfull little boy now. Something in his chest was hurting him so bad, he had one big headache on its way and he wanted nothing more than to know this secret and why all his siblings were all acting like that.

“(Y/N)”“Who's this ?”

“Your friend.”

Allison was trying to help, but she also was a bit scared. She never saw Klaus getting angry and this might be the first one he would. Or maybe even worst, he'll get some drugs and try to forget it again.Klaus was struggling hard. This name was familiar. The more he thought about it, the more he could picture a face.

“How.... Eh. Am I high again ? Pretty sure I'm not.”

“No, no you're not.”

Diego took a seat next to Allison. He wanted to get this out and fast.

“You had a friend. She was our neighbor when we were kids.You told me it started when we were like 8 or something. You woke up early 'cause you couldn't sleep and she was in her own kitchen. She also had nightmares or something. Nice start for a friendship I guess.”

That was definitly familiar. Indeed, he saw a little girl through the window, eating some chocolate. She looked really calm and he could have sworn that she was just hungry, but he could still see the moon glowing so it made him wonder. He focused on her and could see that she was shivering.Somehow, he felt a connection. He found some paper and a pen, and wrote really fast, trying to communicate.

“Bad dreams ?”

He stayed there for a few minutes, in front of the window, hoping she'd turned to him. Eventually, she did and was astonished to find someone behind her. The look on her face was priceless.Klaus didn't remember much, but he could see the girl, looking frantically in the kitchen. She also grabbed a paper and start writing back.

“Yes. Some stupid girls at school were trying to lock me up. You ?”

He smiled. He didn't tell her about his powers, but he did explain he was dreaming about ghosts.How could he even forget her ? They didn't spend like 3 days together, it was years.

“I remember this night.”

Luther was nodding.“That's a good start.”

The headache was getting worst. He didn't want to stop now, he had to know. Since he lost Dave, he was pretty sure he'll feel lonely all his life. Now he wasn't sure anymore.Then something hit him and he screamed, making all his siblings jump.

“She was there !”

“What are you talking about ?”

Then everything came back. It was as if he just opened a door in his brain and everything was flooding out.Every night, sneaking in the kitchen to talk. During days, when he had the permission to have fun – and it was only a short period – running in the garden to talk through the fence. She was always there waiting for him. One day, dad locked him up in the mausoleum. He was crying. He should be asleep in his bed or sneaking around to see (y/r) but he was alone with ghosts, scaring the hell out of him. He even thought at some point that he'd rather be dead.Then, he heard light footsteps. The door opened,slightly enough to see the light.

“Klaus ?”

“(Y/N) ?”

“Go out !”

“How'd you find me ?”“Saw your dad going out with you, then coming back without you. You sister was talking about what they were doing to you.”

He was so relieved but he also felt guilty.

“I'm sorry, I can't get out. If father finds out...”

The door closed and his heart missed a beat. He wished she stayed a little bit more. Then a hand grabbed his and he screamed, thinking it was a ghost.

“So, why is your dad doing this to you ? No lies.”

He couldn't believe it. She stayed in this with him ? He must have fallen asleep. As he wasn't answering, she squeezed his hand a little bit harder.

“Klaus, you're with me ?”

It was the first time they were actually this close. They were touching.

“It... It is a long story. I shouldn't tell you...”

“And I shouldn't be here. Still am though.”

“True.”

“Plus, I have time. I'll leave in the morning, don't want to get caught as well and you don't want your dad to know either. Till then, you better have a good story, I don't want to fall asleep.”

Klaus didn't realise it but he was smiling. A spirit in front of him tried to get really close. He closed his eyes, and focused on the hand inside of his.And he told her, everything.

How he and the others were all adopted and raised to be superheroes. How he felt lonely cause none of them could actually act like kids. How he was scared by his own powers.He couldn't see her face but she never let go of him so he thought it was a good sign. And after a few minutes not talking, she wanted to show him she took it all well.

“Your dad sounds worst than mine.”

It actually made him laugh.

“If there was a sort of contest of the worst dad... Well, he'd nailed it.”

“Obviously. He doesn't deserve any of you.”

Klaus realised then in this mausoleum, filled with ghosts, he felt warmer than he ever did at home.

Now, he was waiting. Waiting for the answer.

“How did I ever forget that ? I mean, drugs can't do that to me, right ?”

Diego left the place with a look he couldn't quiete describe. Luther tried to speak up.

“You started to see her often but dad wasn't pleased. He even got mad that it was distracting you from your powers or something. You still grew up with her but at some point, he wanted it over. He payed her family to move far away and made Allison help you forget about her.”

“Oh, that's actually so sweet. Thank you little sister. What did you say ? I heard a rumor that (y/n) never existed ?”

“I heard a rumor that you have always been lonely.”

Klaus got up and went in his room. All of them heard him slam the door shut and angry footsteps. The worst part was everything coming back to him. His whole life was a lie. They grew up, really close. She started passing by everytime she came back from school. She told him about how she hated the people there because some girls were making her life a living hell. But it was all getting better when they were together and he knew that. Someone knocked on the door.

“I'm fucking busy hating you right now, go away.”

“I know you two were close...”

Luther was his usual self. Thinking he is the big leader when he knows nothing.

“Remember when you shagged that girl ?”

Obviously, Luther didn't expect this question.

“I was drunk. Very drunk. I can't remember.”

“I told you that I couldn't remember my first time as well.”

Now he understood where it was going.

“Don't tell me...”

“I do now.”

Klaus had such a deep sadness in his voice. He didn't think he could feel so miserable one day. Yet, here he was, sober but numb at the same time.

Luther was standing behind the door but no words came out. They never wanted to hurt him but somehow, they should have saied no. Especially him, he was the leader. He should have faced dad and refused to be part of it. Or maybe he couldn't... But right now, seeing his brother like this... It was too difficult to admit it.

“Go away.”

“If you need anything...”

“Not you, not now.”

It was hard for them all. Ben wanted to make things right. He was next to his brother and tried to confort him about all of this.

“Maybe she didn't forget you, you know... Actually, she probably didn't.”“That's the worst ! Being abandoned like that ? She probably hates me or something !”

“Or maybe...”

“Maybe shut up ! You knew all of that bullshit !”

He tried to punch him but it went through him. It was making him angrier. He never felt anger toward Ben, that was a first.Another knock on the door.

“You guys can't fucking understand a “leave me alone” ?”

“Instead of staying there, mourning, try to find a solution.” It was Diego's voice.Klaus opened the door, his hair was even more crazy than usually.

 “Have anything to propose I guess ?”

“I got you the new adress. Well, the one she got when she left.” Klaus grabbed the tiny piece of paper. He couldn't believe it.

“How ?”

“The Police. They owned me one. Now, are you staying there ? I mean, it's been years, maybe she doesn't even live there anymore but it's up to you if you want to try.”

#the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves x reader #tua #number four #umbrella academy #robert sheehan

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xiii. “I don’t love you, I’m just passing the time.” - Clary/Alec friendship. I need that banteeerr and sass

A/N: Omg yessss, I love their banter. From hate to friendship, this is how I like to think it happened ‘behind the scenes’ or ‘between the lines’ depending on either book fans or tv fans lol 

(Note: I do not own the characters, all credit goes to Cassandra Clare for creating the wonderful shadowhunter world)

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Alec was a light sleeper, he had to be. In case anything were to happen to the Institute, he needed to be the first person to act. The first person to jump out of bed and find high ground, armed and ready for anything.

So it was no surprise that he woke up, hearing a door squeak open in the middle of the night. Followed by light footsteps going down the hall. Not heavy like Jace’s, if he had to wake up that early he would drag the rest of the Institute with him. But also not sharp noises of heels hitting the tile in quick steps, Izzy wouldn’t dare walk the halls barefoot. Nor at her normal height, for anyone to see. Which meant the steps belonged to one person. Clary Fray.

Not hearing any more steps following hers, Alec sighed as he pushed himself up. If no one was going to follow her, make sure she wasn’t doing something stupid, that meant he had to. And so he did, keeping a good distance and let her lead him to the training room.

What he saw, made him worry just a little. He and Clary weren’t friends, per se, but he knew destructive actions when he saw them. Barefoot, not-wrapped hands, wide and angry punches. Feet so spread apart, one wrong move and she’d fall with a twisted ankle. Clary had just gotten started and she was already attacking the punching bag like it personally offended her.

It was at that moment where Alec felt bad for her. She was plucked out of her ‘perfectly-mundane’ world, into the shadow world with everyone breathing down her neck. Waiting for the moment she slips up so they could brand her as her father. Alec knew that feeling, being compared to family. Expected to be just like his parents, down to every nook and cranny in his life. And he was already slipping. As was she.

“Ugh!” Clary grunted out as her body fell to the tiles. She truly had slipped. Red hair flying everywhere as she landed on her side. Alec watched as she sat up and brushed her hands together, only to hiss. Her knuckles were bleeding too.

“You lost your center, spread your legs too far that your balance went all over,” Alec spoke after a moment, walking more into the room before stopping at a table, picking up a roll of gauze.

“Yeah, no shit..” Clary huffed, lifting her head a bit to glare at him. “What are you doing here? Come to throw more snark at me about my height or how I’m not a Shadowhunter?”

“Take out your stele, activate your iratze,” Alec ordered, ignoring the question. He waited for Clary to do so, which she did with a sigh, then knelt in front of her an held out his hand. “Right hand.” He kept ordering, raising an eyebrow when Clary just stared at him.

“What are you doing?” She asked after a moment, slowly putting her smaller hand in his.

“I know for a fact that Izzy probably hasn’t taught you how to properly wrap your hands before training,” a nod in agreement, “And Jace babies you already, he probably does it for you,” another nod. Alec let out a small huff, followed by a fond shake of his head.

He loved his siblings more than he loved himself. But he knew them well. Izzy, his headstrong baby sister, was all about women-power. And he admired her for that. He wouldn’t go against her in a fight. But since Clary came, she took her under her wing. Showed her the ropes so fast, Clary couldn’t keep up. Izzy was just so excited to finally have another girl around, she forgot to slow down.

And Jace. Arrogant, cocky, but smothering Jace. He fell head-over-heels in love with Clary the moment he bumped into her, as much as Alec used to hate that part- he was grateful. He hasn’t seen his parabatai happier in a long time. But he defiantly had been baby-ing Clary. Doing everything for her, not letting her have the chance to truly learn.

That’s where Alec came in. After all, he helped train his siblings so it was going to be a breeze. He was patient, unlike Izzy. But he wouldn’t go easy on her, unlike Jace. But first…

“Watch closely, and copy what I did, and do your left hand.” Alec murmured as he slowly wrapped her hand with the gauze. Not too tight, but not loose. She could still move her wrist, only now with proper protection.

“Easy enough.” Clary murmured as she took the rest of the wrap and followed the steps Alec took to slowly wrap her other hand. Alec fixed it up just a bit before standing and moving to the punching bag, lowering it. It was sprung up high to accommodate the taller Shadowhunters. It needed to be lower for Clary.

“What are you doing?” Clary asked again as she stood up. This time, wanting a real answer as she frowned at him. “You don’t need to help me, Alec.”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Alec huffed and looked around the bag to narrow his eyes. “Wanting to make sure that the next time you go on an unauthorized mission with us, you don’t get killed.”

“Careful there, Alec.” Clary suddenly started to smile as she crossed her arms. “With words like that, people are going to start thinking that you do love me.”

“I don’t love you,” Alec made a face at the comment. At the idea. Yuck. No, he couldn’t stand her. “I’m just passing the time.” He defended before holding the bag still. “Now find your center. Hands up to your chin. And hit with your fists, not your knuckles.” He started, waiting as Clary let out a laugh before following his orders.

They spent a good portion of the night together in the room. Alec watching Clary, stopping her to give her pointers, breaks, or to just throw her off guard to make sure she was still paying attention. And surprise, she was. She was doing great, Alec could almost say he was proud.

“So, teach,” Clary gasped out with a grin a while later. It was coming up to three A.M. and the night patrollers should be coming back now. “How did I do?”

“Not bad..” Alec breathed out, going to the mini-fridge where the water was kept. He took out two bottles and tossed one to Clary, nodding in approval when she caught it. “For a two-thirds of a Shadowhunter.”

“Two-thirds? I thought I was only half a Shadowhunter.” Clary gasped again, smiling around her water as she chugged down half of it. “Dare I say, Alec Lightwood… Am I growing on you?”

“Not even in your dreams. Now get out of here.” Alec snorted at first, shaking his head. “Get some sleep, Fairchild.” Clary smiled with a nod at that, turning to walk out of the room. Only she paused and turned back to him. Suddenly, she grew nervous.

“Same time tomorrow?” Clary bit her lip as she spat out her question, quickly. “Can this be a regular thing?” She was anxious. Getting Alec’s approval on all her right moves, right steps, was something she didn’t know she wanted till now. Finally, she understood why Jace and Izzy listened to their big brother when he took command. And why they were such good fighters. Because they had their big brother to show them the ropes. Clary longed for that. She wanted Alec to teach her. Be the big brother.

“Do you still want to be a part of this world?” Alec asked back after a moment. He didn’t wait for a reply. “It’s hard work. Long hours. Practically no free-time, thanks to all the demons and your father. And you’re behind on everything a Nephilim should know by your age. You have a lot to catch up on.”

“I’m a fast learner.” Clary defended, lifting her head to catch Alec’s eyes. “Teach me, Alec. Please. Teach me everything you know.” A pause of silence followed. Then a sigh and a nod.

“Same time tomorrow. And not a moment later.” Alec ordered, holding his finger up to give her a look. “And please, wear the proper gear so you don’t get hurt while training.”

“Yes, of course! Thank you, Alec!” Clary let out a squeal of happiness as she jumped out to hug the man tightly. “Thank you, thank you! You won’t regret this. I promise to be the best student ever!” She looked up at him with a grin, then suddenly she was letting go of him and running out of the room. Hopefully to finally get some sleep.

“Oh, damn it..” Alec sighed, shaking his head as he covered his mouth. Covered the smile that was starting to form seeing the girl so happy over something so small. “Keep that up, and you just might get me to think of you as a little sister.” He muttered to himself, waiting a moment before walking to his room. To, finally, sleep.

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Klaus and Elijah Mikealsons, friend.  Part 10

18 years later: (Hope Is 7 in this)

Mikealson mansion- New Orleans:

“Y/n, do you know where Hope is?” Hayley asked as she walked passed her sister-in-law. “Yeah, she is with Klaus and Elijah out in the garden.” Y/n replied as she picked up phone and wallet off the counter. “Okay is she going with us to the store?” Hayley questioned. “No, just us two and Rebekah. She said its best to keep Hope in the dark about if she gets a sibling or not.” Y/n said as they started walking out the house. “Well are you hoping for a girl or boy?” Hayley asked Y/n as she got into the front seat of Y/ns purple 1939 Camaro. “What did I miss?” Rebekah asked as she got into the back seat of the Camaro. “Nothing other than, I was asking y/n if she wanted a girl or a boy.” Hayley answered. “So which do you want?” Rebekah asked while Y/n started the car. Revving the engine, Y/n shrugged. “I don't really care weather its a boy or girl, I just want Klaus to be Happy.” Y/n said as she pulled out of the drive way and started down the road. “Were you ever mad that Hope is Haley’s child and not yours?” Rebekah asked looking at Y/n. Y/n glanced at Rebekah through the rear few mirror. “At first I was upset, but I understood that we were on a break and if it wasn't for Hayley We wouldn't have Hope. She brought this family together better than anyone else could have tried.” Rebekah nodded in approval. Hayley just nodded with a smile on her face. She was happy that Y/n wasn't mad at her. It was just a one night stand mistake, but the best thing came out of it; Hope. 

“Alright, what did the witches say we needed?” Y/n whispered to Hayley so nobody around them could hear her. “Here’s the list.” Hayley said handing Y/n a list of different types of herbs. After walking around like a chicken with their heads cut off, the got all the Herbs they needed. Y/n paid for it all and they made their way to the witches. 

“Y/n how are you?” Sophie asked As she noticed Y/n and the girls walk up to her. “Good, I have the stuff you asked for.” Y/n said as she held the brown paper bag up. “Good, lets get started.” Sophie smiled. Y/n nodded and followed Sophie as she began to walk. The girls followed Y/n. Rebekah still didn't trust most of the witches, because of what she thinks they would do to the child. Hayley just didn't want Y/n or the baby hurt. So Hayley walked up to Y/n and held her hand, knowing Y/n is probably is as  nervous as she is. Y/n gave Hayleys hand a reassuring squeeze and nodded. She looked at Rebekah who had a nervous look on her face. She gave Rebekah a soft smile and looked at Sophie who was waiting. “Alright Just hop up on the table and we can get started.” Sophie said with a smile. Y/n nodded and sat on the table. “So do you want to know if its a boy or a girl, or are you here to make sure its okay?” Sophie askes looking at Y/n then to Rebekah than Hayley. “All the above.” Y/n said making Hayley laugh. “Alright, well just breathe regularly and try not to be too nervous.” Sophie said as she placed her hands softly on y/n’s lower stomach. “So its gonna be a very strong person when it grows up, I can tell you that right now.” Sophie said making Y/n chuckle. “I could’ve told you that.” Rebekah scoffed. Sophie rolled her eyes and looked back to Y/n. “So do you want to know if its a boy or a girl?” Sophie asked with a smile. Y/n nodded and looked at Sophie. Sophie nodded back and concentrated on the baby. She felt a male energy and smiled. Then she got a vision. 

A boy he was different. He looked a lot like Klaus, he was doing something. He was saving someone. He was healing them with just a touch. How is he doing this? the boy turned around, he could not  have been more than 14 years old. The person he healed, is up and walking like nothing had just happened. he seemed like he was happy, but there was something wrong. He didn't have a family anymore. Not that they left him but they had died. He looked around and smiled, like he was a super hero that just saved the world. Someone had walked up to him, he smiled- His family. Y/n was there. klaus, Elijah, Rebekah, Kol, Davina, Freya, marcel, Hayley and Hope. Y/n had tears on her face and smiled at the boy. She said something with a smile. But Sophie couldn't hear it, but than she got pulled back to now. 

“Sophie, is everything Okay?” Rebekah asked. Sophie nodded with a smile. ‘Yes, everything is okay. Umm... Its a boy.” Sophie answered with a smile. Y/n smiled and had tears of Joy on her face. “Henrik.” Y/n whispered with a smile. “what?” Rebekah asked with a tear going down her face at the name. “Henrik, after your brother.” Y/n said with a smile. “Thank you.” Rebekah said with a smile as she looked at Y/n. Y/n nodded and sat up. “I cant wait to see Niks face when you tell him.” Rebekah said with a smile. Y/n nodded and smiled. 

At the Mikealson house;

“So I have some very exciting news to share with y’all.” Y/n said with a smile. klaus looked at her with a confused face, so did everyone else. “I'm pregnant, and Its a boy.” Y/n said with a smile. “Congratulations.” Kol said with a smile as he stood up from his seat and went to hug her. Klaus stood up and pushed him away so he could hug her first. “How far along?” He whispered with a smile. “I think  around a few weeks.” Y/n said with a smile as she hugged him. “I already have a name.” Y/n said as she pulled back away from Klaus. He looked at her and smiled, thinking he already knows the name. “Henrik, after your brother.” She said making him shocked. “Henrik.” Klaus whispered with a smile. “Henrik Mikealson.” Klaus said with a smile. 

months later;

“welcome to the world little Henrik Mikealson.” Klaus smiled as he held his small baby. the small baby smiled at the name, making klaus chuckle. “You know I think he has you nose.” Klaus whispered to Y/n. She nodded looking up at klaus who was holding little Henrik. “I think he looks more like you than me.” Y/n said with a smile. “I just hope he will be better than I am.” klaus said with a sad smile. Y/n looked at Klaus with a smile and softly touched his forearm. “You are going to be the best father to Hope or Henrik could ever have. You might not have the best history, but you have changed a hell of a lot. You made mistakes, god I have made mistakes, but look where that has brought us. We have a little boy, and you have Hope. We all have hope. Our child might learn what we’ve done in the future, but he will know that we did what we did to live, or to do what we thought was right.” Y/n rambled which brought tears to Klaus’ blue eyes. “I love you.” Klaus said looking at Y/n with a smile. She nodded and scooted over in the bed so Klaus could sit beside her. “ I love you too, both of you.” Y/n said with a smile as she kissed Hendriks’ little forehead. Then kissed Klaus cheek.  

The knock at the door woke Y/n up. She looked over and saw Klaus asleep with the baby in his arms. Y/n smiled and got up, walking towards the door. She looked and saw Hope. “Hi, Y/n can I see the baby. Aunt bekah and I got him a little outfit.” Hope said with a smile. Y/n nodded and opened the door wider so Hope could get in. Y/n put her finger over her lips, telling Hope to stay quiet. Y/n carefully got Henrik out of Klaus’ arm. Henrik giggled making y/n smile. Hope looked at Henrik with a smile. “Hello little brother.” Hope said with a smile. Y/n smiled down at Hope who was looking at Henrik. “What’s his name again?” Hope asked as she watched Y/n hold Henrik in her arms. “Henrik, Henrik Mikealson. We haven't thought of a middle name yet.” Y/n said with a smile. hope looked at Y/n with a smile than looked at Henrik who was holding onto Y/ns ring finger. “How about Dillon, in Irish origin it means ray of hope.” Hope said with a smile. “You want that for his middle name Dillon?” Y/n asked. “Henrik Dillon Mikealson.” Hope said with a smile. “He just might be a little angry with us when he has to learn to write his name, its pretty long.” Hope said with a giggle. Henrik giggled making Y/n and Hope look down at him with smiles on their faces. “I love you, Y/n.” Hope said with a smile. Y/n smiled back at Hope. “ I love you too, little wolf.” Y/n said using the nick name that Klaus and her use. Hope smiled and hugged Y/n, being careful not to hit the small infant in Y/n’s arms. Y/n smiled and Hugged hope with a smile on her face. “I will protect the both of you, until the day I die.” Y/n vowed softly as she could not to wake Hope who had just fallen asleep in Y/ns arm. 

Y/n slowly walked to the crib and put Henrik in it. Then she slowly walked down the halls of the giant Mansion and walked to Hopes room. the room was covered in drawings that hope had drawn or painted. Y/n placed Hope in her bed and covered her in her blankets. She picked up a few toys that were on the floor and put them away. She than picked up the stray crayons, and placed them in the pencil case, then walked out of the room, going back to her and klaus’ shared room. 

Once she got into the room she saw Klaus standing over the crib looking down at Hendriks sleeping body with a smile. “He is going to be strong, when he grows up.” klaus said with a smile. Y/n nodded with a smile and walked over to Klaus. she hugged him and smiled. “He is already strong.” Y/n whispered knowing klaus would hear her. She smiled down at the little creation they had made. “You know I think he just might fix everything in this world.” Klaus said quietly. “what do you mean?” Y/n asked not really understanding what he meant. “I had a vision.. well dream. I saw him he was older around 13/14 years old. He was healing people with just a touch. He was like a super hero kinda. He was helping people, but he looked broken. Like someone had left him. he was doing something than we all showed up-  Rebekah, Elijah, Hope, Kol, Davina, Kol, You and I. He seemed happy, he had tears of joy coming out of his eyes and smiled at us. You said something that made him smile. I couldn't figure out what you said, but it made him smile. He looked so happy to see us. I just, I want to know why we left him. If we had just got mad at him an left, or if we died. I just want to know.” Klaus said looking at Henrik with a confused look. “I got the same vision.. dream when I first found out I was pregnant, But I heard what I said. I told him I was proud of him, and that I was always there to protect him. That I never left him.” Y/n said with a smile. Klaus smiled and looked at Y/n with a smile. he pulled her into a hug and they stayed like that with a smile on their face as they stared at Henrik. “Hope gave him a middle name.” Y/n said with a smile. klaus chuckled and nodded. “ I know, Dillon.” Klaus said with a smile. “Ray of Hope.” klaus chuckled looking at Henrik. “ He is a ray of Hope for this world.” klaus said with a smile. “Yes he is.” Y/n agreed with a smile. Klaus looked down to Y/n and smiled. “ I love you.” he said with a smile. she smiled back at him and nodded. I love you too.” She said looking into his blue eyes. He leaned in and kissed her lips softly. “I love both of you.” He mumbled over her lips, making her giggle. “I love You, Hope and Henrik.” She said with a smile. He smiled at her and looked at Henrik who had softly yawned and looked up at them. “This is the miracle we have been waiting on.” Y/n whispered as she picked Henrik up and held him in her arms. “I will protect you, Always and forever.” Klaus whispered against Henriks head and gave it a small kiss. “Always and forever.” Y/n whispered back with a smile. 

13 years later:

“Henrik, over here!” Hope yelled as she saw her little brother healing yet another witch who was helping bring his family back to life. “Coming!” Henrik yelled as he vamp sped to his sister. He healed yet another witch and smiled when she opened her eyes. “They are back.” The witch smiled looking at Henrik. He looked at the witch and smiled. “Where?” he asked looking between the witch and Hope. “At the mansion, they will be there. You will find peace, they found peace.” She said with a smile. Hope smiled widely and they both left the witch and vamp sped to the mansion. 

“Mama!” Hope yelled looking for Hayley. “Mama!” Henrik yelled as he looked inside the Mansion for Y/n. “Henrik, look.” Hope said as she saw a door open. “Henrik, Hope?” a voice called out. Hope smiled at the sound of her fathers voice. “Dad?!” She yelled as she noticed Klaus walk out of the room and into the hallway. “Hope, Henrik.” He said with a smile as he vamp sped to his kids and hugged them both. “ I knew you could do it.” He said with a smile. “what Happened?” Klaus asked his children. “A witch, Ester. She casted a spell making you all die, and she was going to kill Hope and I but she couldn't find us since we had covered our tracts. We had to kill her completely. I’m sorry.” Henrik said looking at Klaus. “Its okay, you did what you had to do. I’m so proud of you, both of you.” Klaus said with a smile as he hugged them. “Now where is everyone else?” He questioned. “They should be here soon, it takes a little whil-.” Hope was saying when a thump was heard from down stairs. They all vamp sped down there to see everyone sitting on the sofa and laying on the floor. “What the bloody hell?” Rebekah complained as she hit her head harshly on the ground. “Aunt Bekah.” Both Henrik and Hope said they heard Rebekah. Rebekah looked around she saw Y/n rubbing her temples and looking around, not realizing what was going on. Elijah had stood up and was fixing his suit. Hayley had stood up off the floor as well and was rubbing her head as well. Kol had just looked like he had woken up since he had yawned and stretched as he sat up on the sofa instead of leaning back. Davina was on the other side of the sofa and looked around with a smile. “ We’re back.” She said with a smile. “Mom!” Henrik said as he vamp sped to Y/n. “Oh honey.” She said with a smile as she hugged Henrik. “I missed you so much.” Henrik said as tears of joy came out of his gray/blue eyes. “Its okay honey, I was there the whole time, I never left you. I was there. I was protecting you. I’m so proud of you.” Y/n said as she hugged Henrik. “Hope.” Y/n said with a smile as she saw Hope hugging Hayley. “I missed you so much.” Hope said as she walked over to Y/n hugged her. “I know Honey, I never left you, neither of you. I was always there. I know you couldn't see me, but I was there.” Y/n said with a smile. “I love you both, so so much.” Y/n said with a smile as she hugged the two kids. everyone else hugged and that night everyone was happy and lived happily ever after. 

Forever a Mikealson, ALWAYS AND FOREVER. _ The end_

Always and forever

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[gobydana]

Batsis Gets Poisoned

A/N: This was the result of my five mile run today. Literally came up with then. Got carried away so it is a little long. 

Warning: angst

Y/N woke up not feeling any better then the night before. Her body ached worse then sparring with Cass. Add in her stomach that won’t hold anything down and it made for a bad morning start. Of course she was hoping it was just the flu. No use worrying her family. 

Due to her family all being viliagents, she would need to avoid them in order to not worry them. Maybe there was a Arkham break out that would keep them busy. If not, she could always call Aunt Harley. Her mother, Catwoman did have the woman’s number. It wouldn’t be approved by her father, the big Batman himself, but if it kept her over cautious family off her back, it works. 

She decided to spend the day in an old room that use to be empty. She had turned it into her play room as a kid and later a hideout with pillows and books. Currently she need to study for a test. After all, she was not the top student at Gotham University for nothing. 

Throughout the day, her headache got worse. She kept some crackers nearby to munch on. They seemed to be no help. By the graces of the gods above, none of her overbearing siblings came looking for her. To have a whole day alone in the manor was unusual. Her father must be busy on League items. Hopefully he took Damian with him. 

Around dinner time, she fell asleep. She was so out of it that she missed when her family came barging in the house towards the cave. By the time she woke up, it was already 10pm and she was feeling even worse. In fact, her stomach felt like it was going to vomit. She quickly ran towards her bathroom. 

As she vomited into the toilet, her body started to shake. Cold sweat dripped down underneath her shirt. The sky outside grew darker as she felt worse and worse. Among the haze that was now covering her mind, she could only think that she needed to call someone. Her mom no doubt had no phone on her. 

Luckily, she had a number saved to us in case of emergencies. It rang once before a voice answered.

“Who are you, and how did you get this number.”

“Oracle it’s me Y/N. Dad gave me this number in case of an emergency.” She said. Unknown to her, as her hearing was getting fuzzy, most of it came out soft but thankfully Oracle understood it. 

“Hold on, I am going to put you through.” 

“Batman, I have Little Sparrow on the comns, through that number you gave her.” 

“Patch her through.” Batman said quickly. Oracle didn’t miss the hint of fear though that was present in his voice. A voice that was more Bruce Wayne than Batman at the moment. 

“Little Sparrow, what is wrong.” Bruce said softly, using the nickname her siblings gave her when she was little.

“Dad something isn’t right. I went from feeling bad this morning to barley staying awake. My whole body hurts and everything is fuzzy.” 

“It’ll be okay. Oracle gave me your location, stay put okay? I am coming.” He said before hanging up to talk to Oracle and get ahold of Catwoman. 

In his rush to hang up, he had missed Y/N softly say, “Please don’t hang up, I am scared.” 

One detail that Y/N left out was the blood in her puke and the black spots she was seeing. Her training kicked in and she knew it wasn’t good. She thought maybe if she could just get to the cave where Alfred was. Afterall, it was cold down there and that would feel good. 

Bruce raced through the manor with Catman hot on his heels. She had gotten there as soon as he had. All he had to say was something was wrong with Y/N and she was racing back towards the manor. Both climbed up the stairs towards her room. 

The sight that greeted them was Y/N passed out on the floor. Her skin pale, sweat still dripping down her face. Once Bruce put his hand on her, he felt how warm she had gotten. It wasn’t good. He picked her up and ran towards the cave. 

By the time they got down there, every bat in the city and beyond were in there. Oracle might have let it slip through the comns something was wrong. They were greeted by the sight of worried Selina and Bruce holding Y/N close to him. 

Alfred was on the phone with Dr. Leslie and the rest of the family were gathering medical supplies. Quickly Bruce got her hooked up to an IV and got blood samples. He gave them to Duke to run through the batcomputer. Tim was looking through manor cameras tracking her last 48 hours. 

The whole family went to work. Selina stayed near her talking, hoping maybe their daughter could hear her. Telling her she would be okay, if not for Y/N sake, then for her’s. She couldn’t lose her. 

“Ummm we got issues.” Duke said as the computer popped up the cause of the illness. 

The whole family including Dr. Lesile, who just arrived, gathered around to see the results. Slow acting poison had gotten into her blood stream. Immediately Lesile went to Y/N to see what more she could do for the girl. Bruce stood there staring for a moment till jumping into action. 

The boys went to identifying who would make it. Cass was helping Selina come up with a list of who would have given Y/N Kyle-Wayne poison. Oracle was tracking her whereabouts through the whole city. 

“Bad news B.” Jason said. “This is poison we have linked before to Falcone.

“I have video of one of Falcone’s guys slipping something into her drink last night when she was out.” Oracle chimed in. 

“How would Falcone know Y/N is Batman’s daughter?” Stephanie asked. 

“He wouldn’t.” Selina said as she entered the room. “He knew she was my daughter. I am part of the reason a few of his men went away. Important men.” Selina said with a sad look on her face. He got back at her through her daughter. 

“Find Falcone.” Bruce ordered as he stared at his other children. “But no killing.” 

“What.” Jason and Damian chimed in. 

“Don’t worry, there are fates worse then death.” Nightwing said while getting into the batmobile. 

“Fun reminder that Dick is scary when someone hurts his loved ones. Like really scary.” Tim said as he hoped into the batmobile last. 

“Lesile!” Bruce hollered. 

“Alfred and I are already on the anti-dote. Thankfully or well unthankfully, depending how you look at it. We have dealt with it before at the hospital.”

As she headed towards the medical room, where Y/N laid, Bruce turned to Selina. He took her into his arms as she finally let out the tears that she had been holding, not wanting anyone to see them. 

“She is going to hate me.”

“You know she won’t. She is not that type of person.” He said while his batsuite got wet from the tears. 

“I wish she would.” Selina sniffed. “The last month she has been asking to go to this new brunch place. Instead I have been too busy dealing with the Falcone guys and animal abuse. Now she is hurt because of it.” 

“We can take her there once she is better. She has asked me too, we both have been too busy. Once she is awake, we will make it up to her.” He said while softly kissing her head. 

After Lesile gave her the shot with anti-dote, they moved her into her bedroom. An IV and heart monitor were hooked up to her while she slept. The rest of the family slowly piled in. While they were showered, bruises and cuts littered their bodies. For once, Bruce didn’t ask for a report. Nightwing just nodded in silent confirmation that Falcone’s men were taken care of. 

The whole family waited for her to wake up. Her bedroom was filled with people on the couch, on her dresser. Jason was reading a book she left on a nightstand while leaning against her bed. 

As the noon sun shined through the window, Y/N started to stir in her sleep. As she opened her eyes, she saw her mom and dad next to her. The rest of the family seemed to fill up every inch of her room that once seemed big. All of them started talking at once, it started to overwhelm Y/N. 

“Everyone quite.” Selina said. “You okay Y/N.” 

“Yeah. I also seemed to get a small jest of what happened.” She replied softly. 

“Please don’t scare us like that again.” Barbara said. 

Batsis weakly laughed at the remark. For being the only non-cape wearing person in there, she seemed to be in the most danger. 

“I’ll try my best.” 

“Good.” Stephanie said. “Now I heard a movie marathon helps.” 

“Can I pick it?” Y/N said.

“Being poison does qualify you to pick the movies.” Tim replied. 

“Great Monty Python and the Holy Grail quote along and more geeky movies.” Damian replied. 

“Hell yes.” Duke shouted. 

“That’s it, you two are sitting next to each other. I don’t need to hear you guys scream the quotes.” Stephanie said. 

The family started making their way to the movie room as Dick gave Y/N a piggy back ride. They got settled in. Y/N under a lot of blankets with Bruce and Selina near him. Tim put the movie in. 

“Once you are better sweetie, why don’t you, your dad, and I go to that new brunch place.” Selina said. 

“I would love that.” She said as she nestled under the blankets. 

As the movie played, Bruce and Selina couldn’t help but smile as she was safe and happy once again. 

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[raendown]

Pairing: MadaraTobirama Chapter: 12/18 Word count: 2307 Summary: When Tobirama is exiled from the Senju clan without warning, without even the chance to plead his case, it feels like his life is over. What does he have to live for now without his older brother to believe in him? Captured by the Uchiha in his moment of weakness, Tobirama slowly learns to live again with the last people on earth he would have ever expected to care for - or to fall in love with.

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Chapter 12

Waking up with Madara wasn’t half as embarrassing as when Izuna found them and threw himself across their legs like an asshole, snickering and yelling something about a family group hug. Madara and Tobirama made a team effort to beat him back off the mattress, at which point Madara hauled himself up as well to chase his brother around the house while Tobirama flopped back down on his bed to catch the lingering warmth of their embrace.

He was going to have to figure out what the hell was going on with his emotions sooner or later but, like in all things of this category, he was set firmly on the ‘later’ option. Emotions had never been the easiest thing for him to delve in to but now it felt as though each step forward he made towards healing was accompanied with his slowly recovering heart pulling away and cowering under the covers, afraid of making progress when he knew damn well it would only leave him vulnerable again. It was, he had discovered, incredibly frustrating to be so divided within himself. His mind may have finally accepted the idea of moving on, his head trusted the Uchiha – Madara and Izuna specifically – but his heart was wary, terrified of going through the same hurt all over again.

Fool him once and apparently he started looking for fools around every corner.

Breakfast that morning was mostly filled with bickering to start, the two brothers snipping back and forth at one another in full-on sibling mode, tossing salt in to each other’s bowls, kicking each other’s legs under the table. They stopped only when Izuna accidentally kicked Tobirama’s knee instead and earned them both a level stare that jerked both of their spines upright. Tobirama went back to eating his porridge with a deceptive air of calm that they knew very well could snap at a moment’s notice if they disturbed him like that again. Not wanting to risk his temper before at least one full cup of tea, they did the same.

It was after they all finished eating and the dishes had been piled lazily in the sink that Tobirama was delivered the latest shocking news in his ever changing life. He could tell something was up by the way Madara kept peeking at him from the corner of one eye but he let it rest until the man cleared his throat and opened the subject on his own, inviting Tobirama in to his study with an apprehension that spoke of uncertainty. Whatever the news was he didn’t look overly positive that Tobirama would like it. Thoughts already struggling not to slide down that familiar dark slope, Tobirama followed him with a tight chest.

He was surprised to see Madara place a single scroll on his uncharacteristically clean desk as soon as they both sat down in his office. When he reached for it, however, Madara kept his hand over it and chewed on his bottom lip, eyes darting from side to side with obvious anxiety, nervous for some reason about what he had to say.  

“I was angry that things had to be so difficult for you,” came the first attempt at explanation. “Nothing more than this has been decided. We’ve written a few more times than this but I’m being vague until you can help decide where to go forward from here.” Then he nodded decisively and pushed the scroll forward.

Even more curious now, Tobirama gently unrolled it and let his eyes skim through the contents quickly. When he was done he went back and read it through again, then very carefully set it down lest his shaking fingers drop it unintentionally.

“Peace,” he whispered.

“A ceasefire,” Madara corrected him hurriedly. “At the moment, anyway. It’s not an alliance right now. It won’t be anything you don’t want it to be.”

“You did this for me?” he couldn’t seem to lift his eyes away from the scroll, the words hidden from him now that they were rolled up again yet imprinted on his memory in such a way he knew he would never forget them. He could easily recognize both the original hand that had penned the letter and the hand that had scribbled a heartfelt, tear-stained response down below, though it was taking a few moments for the reality of what he had read to settle it. It was hard to believe.

Madara huffed as though with great offense. “I have more important things to think about than just you.”

From the way he didn’t quite let their eyes meet Tobirama deduced that statement was only half true but he stuck a mental pin in that train of thought to save it for another time. Right now he already had something mind-bending to focus on. Like the fact that the hostilities between the two infamous rival clans might finally be seeing an end of sorts after countless generations and it was all because Madara had seen how hard the current situation was for him.

Lives saved. Children allowed to grow. Families kept together without being torn apart by untimely and gruesome deaths. All because Madara had seen his struggle and found a way to make things easier for him.

“You said that the two of you had communicated further?” he ventured. Almost immediately there was a handful of other scrolls on the desk.

“He’s proposed half a dozen other things of course but I’ve been keeping my answers vague without committing to anything just yet. I didn’t know what all you would approve of and I thought perhaps you might have a few insights to share besides. You would know his thought patterns better than I would. What’s the point of having insider information if I don’t use it, right?”

“Right.”

“Not that–! I didn’t meant to say–!”

“Hush.” Tobirama rolled his eyes with a small smile. “I understood what you meant.” After all the things this man had done for him there wasn’t a single part of him left that could believe Madara had been grooming him as a convert of some sort. Though it had taken a great deal of time, he had finally come to accept that he meant more to the people here than a sink of information on their oldest enemy. Just as he had been thinking earlier, he trusted this man, knew him better than to believe such things.

It was amusing to watch Madara deflate with such heavy relief. “Oh. Good then. Well, if you wanted to read through these you are very welcome to. He’s covered pretty much every option from a more formal peace treaty all the way up to building that ridiculous village he and I used to talk about.”

“The village. He never…he never did stop talking about the village.” Tobirama reached out to run his fingers over the rolls of parchment, wondering which one of them contained those familiar dreams he had heard about so often, indulging or ignoring them as his mood dictated. After all the times he’d listened to it he could probably recite the speech by heart.

“Really? Huh. I knew he kept asking but I just thought he was stubborn.”

“Bull-headed, I would say.”

Madara snorted. “Now that’s a word I think would apply more to you.” Tobirama resisted sticking out his tongue but it was a close thing.

“This village, though. Wasn’t that your dream too?”

Oddly enough, Madara shifted uncomfortably and looked away before answering.

“I dreamed about that a long time ago,” he agreed, avoiding the real question.

“Yes,” Tobirama pressed, “but do you still?”

“Maybe? I don’t know, to be honest. The idea was to create a place where I could protect the last of my little brothers but I feel like I’m strong enough to do that myself now. Doubly so with your strength added between us. What do I need a village for now?”

“To protect everyone else’s little brothers,” Tobirama suggested quietly.

He shrugged when Madara gave him a long look. He could practically hear Hashirama’s voice in his head and it was messing with his own morality system in a strange way, making him think about things he normally wouldn’t consider. Actually it was sort of annoying. If this was what it was like to have more of a conscience then he didn’t like it very much; it just felt like guilt before he’d even done anything and he sort of resented that. The village had never been something he believed in. Normally his reaction whenever Hashirama started going off about it was to roll his eyes and repeat that the chances of both clans agreeing to peace was so slim they were better of discarding the whole idea to never bore him with it again.

Sitting here with Madara now, staring across the desk at the roll of parchment sitting innocently as though it contained anything less than the beginning of momentous events, he wondered if he might have been wrong all this time. Could there have been a way to convince Madara if he had never come here? It was a pointless tangent to think about because he had come here and they would never know how things could have been otherwise but it gave him more to think about. All the arguments Hashirama had made in favor of peace over the years came rushing back for him to turn them over and over again, giving them proper consideration for perhaps the first time.

Both of them were quiet for a while, meeting each other’s eyes and looking away to disappear back in to their own thoughts. In the silence between them Izuna could be heard puttering around somewhere else and singing to himself in a terribly off-key voice, cutting through the tension even without realizing he was doing so. Finally it was Madara who spoke up again.

“We won’t agree to anything that would make you more uncomfortable,” he said. Tobirama twisted his mouth to one side with indecision.

“But you cannot consider my comfort above what is best for the entire clan. Don’t the children deserve somewhere safe to grow up? Not everyone has a brother as strong as you, after all.” He watched Madara shift between preening over the compliment and frowning over the reality of the situation.

“If we build a village with the Senju”–his voice stayed low, soothing, the sort of voice one might use to keep a wild animal calm–“you would have to see him again. And all of them.”

Tobirama sighed. “Not necessarily. He’ll hardly expect to get to know every single member of the clan and his chakra is fairly hard to miss; he’s rather easy to avoid and even easier if I have an entire village to maneuver around him. Without me the Senju are weakened by their lack of natural sensors. If I put in a little effort I’m sure I could disappear in to the ranks and never interact with any of them if I so desired. All I’d have to do is stay within the boundaries of my own people.” With a cock of the head he set his eyes upwards to look out the window and give himself a moment to think. It was such a clear morning, the sort of morning he had often taken advantage of to serve breakfast on the back porch so Hashirama could point out what birds were nesting in the bushes of their garden.

As much as the man had hurt him, Tobirama couldn’t bring himself to believe that Hashirama had ever had a single bad intention. Their beliefs and their morals had never matched exactly but each of them had always done what they believed was best for their clan. It hurt, of course it did, to know that Hashirama considered it best to have him gone but one upset between the two of them could not convince him to wish any ill on the other. Hashirama deserved to have those mornings with whoever he chose to keep by his side.

Just as Tobirama himself deserved the same. Watching a flock of birds wheel and turn, he tried to imagine what a village like that would look like, how peaceful it would be to serve breakfast on the back porch with Madara and know that no one could ever take what was precious to him again.

“Write him back,” he murmured. “And tell him he can have his village. Tell him to invite any clan he sees fit and that we will do the same. My past should not inhibit other people’s futures.”

“If you are absolutely sure…”

“Yes, I am.” Tobirama nodded, breathing deep. He wasn’t sure the pain of what happened would ever go away but it was lessening, softening, and he had only the man before him to thank for that. Madara eyed him for a few moments to be sure he wasn’t hiding his feelings or anything and then he nodded too.

“Alright. Well. Get out of here, then. I’ve got a lot to do today and all of it is math. Ugh.” One hand gestured to the other scrolls all pushes off to the far side of his desk where he always left the clan accounts as the last task to complete.

Not even bothering to hide his amusement, Tobirama gratefully allowed the emotional moment to slide away in favor of lifting one eyebrow and pointing out, “You’re good at math.”

“That doesn’t mean I like it.”

“I suppose. Perhaps if you asked very nicely I might be enticed to help you.”

A scroll filled with monthly accounts hit him in the chest a moment later but it wasn’t followed by any insults and Tobirama figured that was about as nice as he could expect Madara to be.

#rae writes #madatobi #madara #tobirama #izuna #fanfiction

[violets-silence]

Violet Had A Life

-cause I make fan fictions for myself. Imma have fun man-

You may think that after the great scandal of Violets many-greats grandmother, Meteora, being forcibly dethroned for a time being, that the MHC would reconsider their stance on monsters joining the Butterfly ranks.

In fact, they were incredibly happy to do so while Queen Star was pregnant with her firstborn. Upset, yes, that it was a boy and not a girl, but nonetheless happy. After all, she was married to a human, not a Mewman.

Yet it wasn’t too long after the birth that the MHC seemed to have changed their minds. Not wanting to be connected to yet another dethroning, or a murder, the entire MHC stepped down, only to replace themselves with a new, younger, and ruthless MHC.

The entire new group hated Prince River with a passion, making their dislike known. Star attempted to defend her son, but was severely shut down every time.

Star and Marco tried to live their lives; after all, it was supposed to be good times, only three months after the baby was born. Sure, he didn’t have cheekmarks yet, but hey, you win some you lose some.

That is...

Until River disappeared.

Star was openly distraught and grieving when he vanished, questioning every guard and every citizen, begging for her son back, with Marco being twice as bad as she was.

“You need to let him go. He is gone.”

The MHC warned them, their stance ever lasting.

Despite the Queens begging, nothing brought her son back into her arms. Not three months after Rivers disappearance, Queen Star made an announcement: she was pregnant again.

The MHC celebrated, especially when Star told them it was a girl, and she had cheekmarks from what Marco had told her during their ‘ultrasound’.

Everyone, except Marco, failed to notice the Queens emotions.

They ran wild, feelings of betrayl and horror filling Stars waking moments, along with her dreams. She dreamt of her son running away to someone she couldn’t see. No matter how loud she screamed for him to come back, he simply kept running.

By the time Star was eight months along, her son had vanished from her dreams. Instead, her life became filled with Violet.

Eclipsa was with her every step of the way, telling her she was sure the child would be fine in life and would even have a lively one.

Star wanted to smack her, but shoved every feeling deep down inside.

Star felt bitter when Violet was born.

Why was she born with cheekmarks and not River? Why was she the one with magic? Why was Violet the one approved and not her son? Why did violet have to come now? Why couldn’t she wait until a few years later? Why now when there were two deaths in the family, both so close to one another?

Star blamed Violet. It was all her fault.

Marco tried to change stars feelings when she told him, telling her that it was silly and unethical to hate a baby for being born.

Star agreed. In reality, she shoved the bitter feelings deeper.

It slipped out now and again. Of course it did.

Violet was only two when the first incident occurred. She had been innocently playing and had grabbed the hem of Stars dress, smiling up at her.

Instead of returning the smile as she normally would, Stars gaze instead hardened, eyes narrowing and mouth turning into a frown.

It had startled Violet, who ran off to her father instead. It was then on that Violet grew to be alone. Despite what Marco told Star, he understood her feelings all too well, and he created a rift between them and their daughter.

Violet has no way to understand what she did wrong. After all, there were plenty of good times! Like when Dad taught her to make nachos, and when Mom taught her to use the wand!

Yet...

She was alone far too often.

Deafening herself proved to be hardly a huge change in her life. Once it had been proved that the magical injury was not fatal or too scarring, Violet had returned to her daily activities.

Running around, singing to songs she couldn’t hear, coloring and dancing. It was normals

It was only when some village boys came around that impacted her greatly.

They stood nearby to her, and watched her babble about some thing or another. They seemed to be laughing, motioning to Violet a couple of times. Then one of them signed to her.

‘You sound funny when you talk. Like a monster with a mouth full of teeth.’

The boy then pulled at his lips and bared his teeth, laughing at her.

The others joined in, ‘telling’ her that her voice was funny, how she said words all funny, how it was hard to hear her, on and on.

For fifteen minutes, Violet stood and watched, shocked and confused. How could people she called friends tell her such horrible things?

It was only when Marco came out that they ran off. He attempted to comfort his daughter, but Violet shoved him away from her, running to the woods.

From then on, it was the place she remained the most. Days could go by with her not returning to the castle and no one would bat an eye. It was all too common that Violet would sleep out in the woods, making make-shift campsites, and eating food she found that she was aware of being edible.

She read hundreds of books, and even earned her dimensional scissors on her way down a strange path through the woods.

The rare times Violet saw her parents, they simply grew more distant from her. They couldn’t understand her reasoning for being in the woods, or her taste for the basics in life. Star didn’t understand why she wore a simple, Greek-like dress with little to no accessories, and she certainly didn’t understand Violets reasonings for not looking for a dare, even when she was approaching the age of 15.

It all changed on the one day she chose to stay at home. To recharge, grab some good supplies, etc etc.

It wasn’t even something fun that she was doing, she was just walking and daydreaming when she’d smacked into someone, knocking them both down.

She’d sat up, red in the face and ready to demand an explanation-

When the stranger raised herself off the ground.

Violet, in all intents and purposes, adored those taller than her. Which is easy, since she’s a simple 5’0.

This person, however, was at least 5’6, 6’0 including the horns on her head. Her red eyes were gleaming with pain and anger, and her mouth twisted and opened, speaking.

Her hair was multicolored, somethin Violet found odd. And to top it all off, she was a demon, with the eyeliner, and the demon tail and the pointed ears.

The girl kept talking, before becoming aware that Violet wasn’t listening.

She said something again, this time with Violet reading the lips.

‘Who are you?’

She tilted her head a bit, then it seemed to click for this beautiful stranger.

She snagged a paper and a pen from her bag she had, handing them over to violet after scribbling a message onto it.

‘Your name?’

Violet took the offering, scrawling her name down.

‘Violet Rose Diaz-Butterfly’

The strangers eyes lit up in a strange way as she read the message.

‘My name is Victoria Lucitor. I believe I am in the wrong dimension.’

‘Do you need help getting back?’

‘No, I need help being shown around. Will you help me?’

Victoria smiled, offering a hand when Violet finished reading her offer. She beamed, nodding and taking Victoria’s hand.

For a good few years, everything was amazing for them.

Victoria seemed to come by every day. They’d go on dates (even if violet was clueless until the fourth one), but each other gifts, even shared a good many ‘firsts’ together.

Of course, when the goings good, something has to give.

The sickness Violet has grew worse. Make no mistake, she’d had it all her life and had figured out what caused it. She’d even expected it when her parents started fighting.

She didn’t have to hear them for her to pick up that they were arguing more and more. When they had a family dinner, the air would be thick with tension, making Violet nervous. The fighting would never occurr in front of her; no, that’s hurt her.

However, her parents failed to pick up on the fact that even when she was away, their relationship hurt her.

The more they fought, the more Violet coughed. The more Violet coughed, the more redstuff she coughed out. And the more red stuff that came out, the more sick she felt.

It was in too small of doses to kill her all at once, but her doctor gave her the ugly truth: she only had till the best case scenario of living til 42 years old before the sickness overcame her.

It broke her heart.

She thought of Victoria, and her plans of the future she’d told Violet all about. She thought of her parents. Maybe they’d be dead when she herself died? Unlikely, but probable.

What if she had kids? She’d leave them lonesome.

So she promised herself: I would rather die than let Victoria figure out what’s going on. All we need is happy memories.

Victoria thought Violet was trying to get over a flu. She thought that Violet starting to do more things with her was just her feeling better and celebrating.

Hell, Violet even got into pastel goth, and made Victoria happy time and time again.

She pushed the social anxiety away long enough to go to a club, and would return exhausted but happy.

They lived like this for years, dancing between the dimensions. Violet met her siblings, being doted on by a different pair of Marco and Star. They were much happier and loving.

Violet started vanishing for longer and longer amounts of time, slowly easing her parents into living without her for a full year. By now, she and Victoria were in their later 20s, with violet being 29.

Victoria sat on the throne now; her parents had passed it down with their blessings. Victoria was a wonderful Queen; three years had passed with no huge hiccups when it became apparent that something was changing.

Violet wasn’t feeling good anymore. She thought this was normal, but it got worse and worse. Even ‘talking’ with Victoria became too tiring to accomplish, and Violet retreated to their bedroom.

Victoria, ever so worried, sent a nurse to figure out what was wrong.

“She’s not eating enough.”

“But she eats, and just throws it back up again.” Victoria followed hurriedly, heels clacking on the floor. “She can’t eat any more unless she wants to throw up more.”

“She can eat just fine, it’s normal morning sickness that does that to you.”

Victoria nodded before realization dawned on her. “Wait what-“

“I know what you’re going to ask. Yes, she’s with child, Your Majesty. No, it shouldn’t be possible considering how babies are normally made. My best guess is that your bond was so deep, that your magic entwined together and chose one of you at random to carry this piece of mixed magic.”

“So we’re having a magic baby?”

“Yes. Now excuse me.” The nurse had left.

Five minutes passed. Then ten.

Victoria slowly took a deep breath before shrieking with joy and then panic.

“I’m gonna be a mom!... oh gods I’m gonna be a mom.”

While the pregnancy (or incubation, there’s no right answer) went smoothly in everyone else’s eyes, it was a horrible drain on Violet. The sickness was back full steam, and she could feel her life being shortened by decades.

Little Draven Lorenzo Lucitor was born on July 23rd, late into the night. He was a minute off from being born on the 24th.

They welcomed little Draven, and enjoyed his very exsistance.

At least... for a time. Then Victoria spoke with Violet.

“You have to talk to your parents, Vio. You have to let them know they have a grand baby.”

-cliffhanger lol-

@freaky-fan-art

#svtfoe #svtfoe next gen #violet #starco fanchild #starco #starco fankid #star vs the forces of evil #victoria #baby Draven #i ran outta room lmao #omg

[padawanlost]

can you list some of your favorite anakin or obi wan quotes from books?

This is going to hurt, anon. But you asked for it so… enjoy :P

Obi-Wan turned his back on the open door. He climbed out of thehomestead and trudged away. The sand sucked at his boots. He felt the wind pick up in thesudden way he’d become accustomed to on Tatooine. Sand pelted his cheeks. This was his lifenow. To protect a baby who didn’t know him, might never know him. To have noone by his side, ever again. To be Master to none, to have his life linked tono one.T o coexist with memories that he could not live with. To have thememory of Anakin be like living fire in his gut. To get up every day, to stand,to watch, to live, when so many had died. And keep on walking. [Jude Watson’s TheLast One Standing]

Obi-Wan indulged in his own swift smile. Yes. Theywere indeed working in sync. And he realized then how much he’d missed this.Had missed Anakin and the way they could read each other without the need forclumsy words. They were a better team than even he and Qui-Gon had been. Andwhile he understood completely the need for them to unravel theirpartnership—not only because of the war, but also because Anakin was a JediKnight now, with his own responsibilities, still … he felt sharpregret. Working without Anakin was likeworking half blind. [Karen Miller.Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]

[Anakin] hadworried that Obi-Wan did not have room for him in his heart.But Shmi’s smile rose in Anakin’s mind. Hearts have infinite room, my son. Itwas one of her favorite sayings. Anakin sighed. He wished he could combineObi-Wan’s cool judgement with his mother’s goodness. Someday. Maybe his Masterwould trust him enough to let him tangle again with the Sith. Perhaps he wouldnever have a Master-Padawan relationship as deep and trusting as Obi-Wan hadwith Qui-Gon. Perhaps Obi- Wan kept his as a Padawan in order to fulfill adying wish. But maybe it didn’t matter how it happened. He should not focus onwhat he didn’t have. He had this. This was his. And that was something. Hewould work hard. He would be a greatPadawan. And Obi-Wan would come to love him. He would make him do so. [JudeWatson. The Trail of the Jedi ]

Anakin had always hated sand. It was one of the manythings about his Padawan that Obi-Wan understood better now that Anakin wasdead. That was the horror of losingsomeone: understanding came too late. [Jude Watson’s The Last One Standing]

Blade-to-blade, they were identical. After thousandsof hours in lightsaber sparring, they knew each other better than brothers,more intimately than lovers; they were complementary halves of a singlewarrior. This was not Sith against Jedi. This was not light against dark orgood against evil; it had nothing to do with duty or philosophy, religion ormorals. It was Anakin against Obi-Wan.Personally. Just the two of them, and the damage they had done to each other. [MatthewStover’s Revenge of the Sith]

 The suns had determined this at the dawn of creation.Brothers, they were, until the younger sun showed his true face to the tribe.It was a sin. The elder sun attempted to kill his brother, as was only proper.But he failed. Burning, bleeding, the younger sun pursued his sibling acrossthe sky. The wily old star fled for the hills and safety, but it was his fatenever to rest again. For the younger brother had only exposed his face. Theelder had exposed his failure. And others had seen it—to their everlastingsorrow. [John Jackson Miller. Kenobi: Star Wars]

Anakin was still alive in Obi-Wan’s mind. Obi-Wan wasengaged with him so intensely that he expected his apprentice to walk over oneof those shifting sand dunes and grin at him again. Or scowl. He’d takeanything. Any mood, any defiance. Just to see him again. [Jude Watson’s TheLast One Standing]

“A healthy slave is a slave who dreams of escape,”Krayn said. “That is what security is for,” Nor Fik said. “I amnot suggesting that you pamper them. Feed them enough to keep going. When yourship is struggling, you must conserve your fuel, but reach yourdestination.” Obi-Wan felt revulsion rise deep within him. Krayn and NorFik were talking about living beings as if they were machines to be maintained.You’re the one who doesn’t understand!Anakin’s tortured words filled his brain. His Padawan had been right. He hadn’tunderstood. He couldn’t understand the depths of Anakin’s feeling. As a child,Anakin had lived every day with the knowledge that his life meant nothing. Thathe was a possession, not a living being. Obi-Wanstruggled to maintain his calm. His heart cried out to move, to get on a shipand go to Nar Shaddaa. [Star Wars Jedi Quest Path to Truth by Jude Watson]

Obi-Wan nodded.There was something about this boy that wound around his heart.During the course of their missions together he had seen firsthand Anakin’simpulsive generosity, his loyalty, his thirst to learn. Remember, Padawan, thatmost beings are essentially unknowable. There are mysteries at the heart thatcan surprise even those who think they know themselves. Obi-Wan turned away sothat Anakin could not see his wry smile. Qui- Gon was in his head so often. Itwas as though his presence was so powerful that he could never die. Obi-Wan wasgrateful for it. He missed his friend and Master with a keenness that had notdiminished with the years. [Star Wars Jedi Quest Path to Truth by Jude Watson]

 There were tears on Anakin’s cheeks, he could feelthem. He wasn’t ashamed. He wasn’t goingto apologize to anyone, not even Yoda, for caring enough about Obi-Wan to weepfor him. [Karen Miller. Star Wars: The Clone Wars: Wild Space ]

Anakin came awake and blinked owlishly in the warmcabin lights. “You were dreaming,” Obi-Wan said.“Not me. The ship,” Anakin said. “Or maybe we weredreaming together. We were traveling around the galaxy, seeing wonderfulthings. It was so great to just be free. You were there with us. I think youwere having fun, too.” Anakin held outhis hand, fingers spread, and Obi-Wan met it with his own hand. [Greg Bear’sRogue Planet~]

 What else had he done there?Obi-Wan didn’t know. He knew only from that day on, a shadow began to engulfAnakin, something Obi-Wan couldn’t penetrate. He had tried to talk to Anakin aboutit, but his Padawan had brushed off his questions. He realized now that Anakinhad begun to confide in Padmé instead. They had married in secret, and the marriagehad been part of the reason Obi-Wan had felt a divide between him and hisPadawan. If Anakin had told him of the marriage, he would have understood. Notapproved, but understood. He had been tempted once, too. He had loved, too. Ifonly Anakin had confided in him. If only … And why hadn’t he? Because Obi-Wanhad failed him. If he’d been a better Master, if he’d had more of Qui-Gon’skindness and wisdom … Anakin might have approached him, have felt free to saywhatever he was thinking or feeling …If …They had flown together, wingtipto wingtip. They had relied on each other. He was more daring when Anakin waswith him. Anakin had taught him how totake risks. But in the end he had lost everything. [Jude Watson’s The LastOne Standing]

 Obi-Wan reached out and closed Anakin’s fingers overthe stone. “I hope it will be with you always to remind you of Qui-Gon andme, of our deep regard for you.” Anakin’s smile lit his face. “I’lltreasure it. Thank you, Master.” [Jude Watson. The Way of the Apprentice]

 Soon they would be ending their journey together. Theyboth knew it. He had never had to bid good-bye to Qui-Gon as a Master. He wasstill Qui-Gon’s Padawan when he died. Maybe that was the reason he felt soclose to him still. He did not know if Qui-Gon would have left him with wordsof wisdom, with a direction to follow. Now he had no way of knowing what elsehe could give Anakin. He had given him everything he could. It wasn’t enough.Sadness filled Obi-Wan as they blasted into the upper atmosphere. He loved Anakin Skywalker, but he did nottruly know him. The most important things he had to teach he had nottaught. He would have to let him go, knowing that. He would have to let him go.[Jude Watson. Legacy of the Jedi]

Sometimes he [Obi-Wan] talked to him in his head.Arguments more furious than the ones they’d had. Talks in which he explained,Master to Padawan, why he’d done what he’d done. Simple words that managed tosay everything he’d meant to say, only more clearly than he’d ever been able tosay it. In these talks, Anakin listened and understood. Of course, he wastalking to a ghost. Anakin Skywalker was dead. [Jude Watson’s The Last OneStanding]

 “For Anakin,”Obi-Wan said at length, “there is nothing more important than friendship. He isthe most loyal man I have ever met—loyal beyond reason, in fact.Despite all I have tried to teach him about the sacrifices that are the heartof being a Jedi, he—he will never, I think, truly understand.” He looked overat Yoda. “Master Yoda, you and I have been close since I was a boy. An infant.Yet if ending this war one week sooner—one day sooner—were to require that Isacrifice your life, you know I would.” “As you should,” Yoda said. “As I wouldyours, young Obi-Wan. As any Jedi would any other, in the cause of peace.” “AnyJedi,” Obi-Wan said, “except Anakin.” Yoda and Mace exchanged glances, boththoughtfully grim. Obi-Wan guessed they were remembering the times Anakin hadviolated orders—the times he had put at risk entire operations, the lives ofthousands, the control of whole planetary systems—to save a friend. More thanonce, in fact, to save Obi-Wan. “I think,” Obi-Wan said carefully, “thatabstractions like peace don’t mean much to him. He’s loyal to people, not toprinciples. And he expects loyalty in return. He will stop at nothing to saveme, for example, because he thinks I would do the same for him.” Mace and Yoda gazedat him steadily, and Obi-Wan had to lower his head. “Because,” he admitted reluctantly, “he knows I would do the same forhim.” [Matthew Stover’s Revenge of the Sith]

#ask #anon #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #sw quotes #sw books #meta: anakin #meta: obi wan