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ghosties--writing · 5 months

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Farmer! 141 members + Konig, Alejandro, and Rudy x Reader (Jewlery they give you and why)

Authors note- this is a little self indulgent since my birthday is coming up and there will be one for birthdays. But anyways, enjoy these small headcannons.

Tw: Talk of weddings, and sex.

Price- I feel like he would make your wedding ring. Yes, I see him as a silversmith. Maybe he goes out and buys the jewel or he has one that one of his friends gave him and he decides to incorporate it in the ring. I feel like he would mean for it to be a simple looking ring but he gets sidetrackedsimple-lookingleaves in making it and it looks more extravagant than he wanted it to. But, you love it and that's all that matters to him. He loves seeing you wear it daily and I like to think that before he leave in the morning to go in the field he kisses your hand, especially the ring.

Ghost- I feel like he would give you a necklace. I feel like it would be a anniversary presents. Maybe something simple but somewhere where he can see it on display. I don't feel like he would make it but instead I feel like he would get price to make it. He wouldn't just want something you could find anywhere, he wants something unique for his love. Maybe a choker necklace with a couple of jewels hanging down. But, it's something you wear daily after he give it to you.

Gaz- I feel like he would give you a bracelet for your birthday present. Maybe he looks be walking around town and the bracelet catches his eye. He doesn't think much of it and walks past it but he can't stop think of it so, before he leaves he goes back to the person selling the bracelet and gets it for you and he give it to you on your birthday.

Soap- He would give you a ring and it would be your wedding ring. Something simple but cute. It would probably be his mother's wedding ring that she gave to him to give to you or his grandmother's wedding ring. Either way it's a family heirloom and getting married would make you apart of the family. So, why not give you a ring from one of the women who he loves so much to his sweetheart. Every time he sees the ring on your finger he smiles and looks at you with adoration and if he is given the chance he absolutely does kiss the ring.

Konig- He gives you a bracelet and I feel like it would be a present for you and your daughter (I'll speak more about that in a drabble coming up). And yes, you and her have matching bracelets and she's just thrilled that she gets to match her mommy. He most likely got it because he had been spending so much time on the farm and not enough time with his darling and his kids. So it's technically a sorry present but his daughter doesn't need to know this. Shes just happy she gets to match with her mommy and its something her daddy brought them. And yes, your daughter does go around showing everyone her new bracelet and she absolutely mentions that her bracelet matches yours. You have to stop her from telling every stranger in town that you both have matching bracelets and that her daddy brought it for you both.

Graves- He gives you an extravagant looking necklace for a birthday present. He either finds this necklace in town or he pays someone to make it. It's nothing like anything he has ever given you or anything you have seen. He probably gives it to you to show you love and I do think that his love language is gift giving. I also feel like he wouldn't wait till your birthday to give you the necklace. He would be excited to give it to you when he gets is. He claims that it's an early birthday present because he "doesn't want to forget about it and not give it to you" but you know he's just excited to give it to you. Just like Ghost, he loves seeing you wear it, seeing you "display" it so to speak.

Alejandro- I feel like Alejandro would gift you a bracelet with a beautiful opal and maybe some diamonds, he wants his lover to feel beautiful because that's how he views you. So, he does whatever he can to make you feel beautiful with the exception of his earnings as a farmer. Maybe he buys the bracelet while in town and gives it to you on your birthday or anniversary. He absolutely kisses it before he leaves to go farm in the morning and when he comes back in at night, he'll also kiss your cheek or lips before he leaves and after he leaves. A goodbye kiss and a hello kiss, if you will. I also feel like he'll kiss it during sex, along with your palm and wrist under the bracelet.

Rudy- He would give you earrings as a gift. Maybe not even that, maybe it's just because. He notices that you wear your hair up a lot, so he gets you a pair of earrings. Just so he can see it on display easily. You could be outside washing clothes and when he walks by, he wants to be able to see it in the sunlight. I also feel like it would be the only pair of earrings you wear. Maybe you have others but if you go out to town with him, you're wearing those earrings and maybe later he'll get you a matching necklace and bracelet. Or, he already has the matching set, and he couldn't wait to give you one of the pieces to it.

Keegan- He would give you a ring. I have this idea that he is black and silversmith during the day and he only really has a garden to feed himself and you (maybe any kids you two have as well). So just like John, he makes your own ring. After all, he should know your ring size, he sees your hand all the time with how much he kisses it and he's probably made you rings in the past. Maybe he has a jewel that is like a family heirloom, and he wants to make it into a ring for his sweetheart. It would definitely be a wedding ring and he would kiss it every chance he gets just like almost every other man on this list. And almost just like Alejandro, he kisses the ring during sex, a promise to you. And it's absolutely extravagant and over the top.

Roach- He would give you a ring for your wedding. Something simple yet elegant and he most likely brought it while in town. Throughout the day he kisses it through his mask, and he'll kiss you more before he leaves to do work on the farm since he'll be away from you for a while. Again, like everyone else, he kisses it during sex as a promise to you. A promise that he will be faithful and that your body is the temple he worships.

Also, all of these men cry on their wedding day whether they said they weren't or not they do, and they sob at the altar. (Most of them do try to hide their crying).

Please give me more to write about them, I am literally obsessed with the idea of Farmer! CoD characters.

Feed back is welcomed.

I do not condone my work being published on any platform or to be translated in any way.

Reblogs welcome.

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aziraphales-library · 1 year

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Hi! I’m trying to find a fic where Crowley writes an online blog or something anonymously, and then Aziraphale figures it out over time? Or any fics like that. Thank you for having this blog loll

Hello. Here are some fics which feature Crowley being online and Aziraphale finding out...

Janthony by SatanSpawnedNougat (G)

Where Aziraphale learns about Crowley’s secret review blog. Just as he also discovers where the ‘J’ in his name really stands for.

Songs in my Heart by Lea_Amell (M)

Crowley has loved Aziraphle for 6000 years, and Aziraphale finds out wehen he stumbles upon crowley's blog.

When is a Blog not a Blog? by Iocane (G)

Crowley had often talked to God but he had never actually prayed.

If he did, it would be that Aziraphale never discovers Crowley's blog.

(i'd rather be) in the palm of your hand by seashadows (E)

It was…intriguing, Aziraphale had to admit. “Curiosity killed the cat,” he told himself sternly. But then, satisfaction brought it back – wasn’t that the rest of the saying? However it went, he could already tell that he would be fretting the night away if he didn’t give in to temptation.

(Aziraphale discovers that Crowley satisfied his loneliness in the previous decade by posting intimate videos of himself online - videos that Aziraphale himself was never meant to see.)

To Fools and Stars by NebulaEyes (T)

After a visit from Adam ends with an upgraded computer and a blogging profile, Aziraphale is soon talking with someone who seems to be in the same predicament his own heart is in. What will happen when he realizes just how much this person relates to his situation? What will be said? Will it all work out?

Veni Vino Vegas (I Came, I Got Drunk, I Got Married) by A_N_D (T)

After a whirlwind drunken evening, author Az Fell came home from Rom-Con without his heirloom pinkie ring – but with a wedding license from a 24-hour Las Vegas chapel. Elsewhere, book fan Tony Crowley woke up with a hangover, vague memories, and a brand new ring he’s only seen in author photos.

Mutually attracted, mutually terrified the other one thinks it was all a regrettable mistake, they turn to their dear but anonymous online friend to vent and ask for advice.

…Maybe they should tell each other their screennames someday.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #blogger crowley #secret identity #mod d

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gildedcageif · 8 months

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💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

Ahmad: He believes he is really subtle, but is absolutely obvious about it. Overnight he is suddenly wearing only his finest of clothing and his hair is combed to perfection. He finds the stupidest of excuses to be near the person he likes. Suddenly, he has a bunch of gifts to give out also.

Like "Oh, look what I have hear. A million dollar ring I just found in my dresser randomly. Shame I can't keep it. It would look great in your finger. Want to have it?" or "anyway so I wrote a love poem about this person who looks like you, sounds like you, acts like you and generally just is you... oh my Annur, how did you figure out it is devoted to you? You are so smart. Here have a family heirloom by the way"

When my man is smitten, you can see it from another plane of existence. He is smiling, he is grinning, he is pestering their lover with gifts and whenever they are not around, he stares wistfully out of the window. Meanwhile he thinks he is super covert.

Selim: Selim is an expert at hiding his emotions. He thinks he is at least. He is kind of like Ahmad in that way.

He tries to hide how he feels, but then literally just stares at his lover the whole time like he wants to consume them whole.

When he falls in love, he becomes more considerate for lack of a better word. He leaves pauses in conversation desperately trying to find the right thing to say in order to pull them closer but also not too close for comfort. He thinks about them throughout. About small things he can do to help them out. His love will mainly be shown in how he helps them with their tasks. You have lots of work? No, you don't anymore. Some other concubine is bullying you? Oh no, they tripped and died.

It is a... unique way to express love, but it's still love.

Nazli: Nazli is actually good at hiding her emotions. You probably won't realise her emotions have changed until she tells you to your face.

The main changes will come from how much time the two of you spend together. All of your duties and tasks change suddenly and now they all involve serving her in some way- and thus spending all day with her. Then even at morning and night, she wants you to break fast and dine by her side.

She, similar to her son, also becomes very generous with gifts. Jewels, clothes, furs, art pieces, anything and everything that comes to mind is yours. Some of the clothes she has actually sewn herself!

Meryem:

You will know when she has a crush because she will literally come up to you and tell you. Girlie does not waste time.

But even beforehand, if she tries to hide it, she kind of does a terrible job at it. She is constantly smiling and giggling and blushing and stumbling all over her words. She constantly seems to gravitate towards her crush, finding an excuse to be around them and touch them.

When in love, she is the most affectionate person in existence. She wants to hold and exchange kisses and to brush your hair for hours. She even starts coordinating outfits with you so you can always match wherever you go.

The main tell is that she is constantly smiling. Like the world could be burning down and she is just giggling cause "isn't her love the cutest?"

She will also try to get you to bond with her son, Mustafa. She wants you two to have a good relationship so she will constantly be inviting you for bedtime stories or to play at the gardens.

Emil De Angelis

Emil is really, really good at hiding it. It helps that half the time he is so deep in denial that he genuinely misses the signs that he is in love or crushing on someone. When he does realise, he basically goes through an existential threat session.

When in love, Emil is not exactly like a talking feelings kind of lover. He may never say the actual three words, or say them very rarely, but that does not mean he does not feel that.

When in love, he will build whole ass statues and paintings devotes to their lover. Many of those will never see the light of day. They are not meant for the public eye. No they are meant for him to immortalise their love. Not to be feasted on by people who won't understand the magnificence of their love. (He is dramatic like that)

He generally becomes much more relaxed. He is glad to just lay down with them early in the morning and talk about utter nonsense. He does not mind wasting time so much if it is with them.

Helena

Helena is really obvious for a specific reason. She is a massive flirt. She will spend all her time trying to butter you up, using pick up lines to try and charm you.

The way you truly know she is in love though is when she gets flustered. Helena is a player. She likes to flirt, she likes the game, she likes to play around. The result of having so much experience is you don't get flustered too easily.

When she blushes, when she stumbles over her words, that is when she is hooked.

When in love, Helena wants to share everything with her lover. She wants to see them as they are, to understand them completely. And she wants the same to go for them. The total truth of it, nothing more, nothing less.

She wants to cuddle and joke and to go on wild adventures. She is the type to make grand gestures. Standing outside their window and singing to them type of energy.

Thanks for the ask!

#ro ask #ro #asks #anon ask #anon #ask #gildedcage if #gildedcageif

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hpowellsmith · 8 months

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I can’t remember if all of the CDLD LIs who you can marry proposed with rings (I know Rosario did) would you be willing to give an idea of what the rings would look like? (Or if perhaps someone didn’t use a ring, what would it have looked like if they did? (That would also be cool to know about royal affairs LIs but I’m mostly curious about them cremy bois ✨)

Ooh gosh... I know so little about fancy jewellery that this has sent me down quite a rabbit hole!

I think in the cases where they weren't using family jewellery, they would tailor it to the PC's personality so I don't know if I can say exactly what they'd go for, but let's talk the sort of wedding rings they'd enjoy (which is more about them and less about the PC's preferences):

Hartmann: traditional, not super decorative, likely a family heirloom - maybe something like this

Max: something that looks dramatic, like this kind of thing

Freddie: they would enjoy something light green and maybe with some extra ornamentation like this

Delacroix: something really unusual. God, I don't know if they'd go for something as cursed as this for a wedding ring...? but the thought would occur to them. Maybe something like this lovely wooden one

Blaise: would genuinely enjoy something really big and flashy like this

Karson: would love something along these lines - very practical but also really pretty and goes with everything

Auguste: I can't remember if I described it, but traditional, diamond, extremely expensive - maybe something like this (god, the idea of spending £11000 on a ring blows my mind)

Rosario: again I can't remember if I described it in game, but I like the look of this sort of thing for them

Asher: I like something like this for them

Beaumont: something from generations ago from their family, maybe something along these lines

Dominique: something chonky, maybe like this or like Blaise's one to be honest!

Hyacinthe: something sparkly like this but they'd also want it to be practical so they can wear it when dancing, so maybe not white gold

Javi: an heirloom, I think, but reworked into something new. I love this one for them. I only remembered that Sofia Zakia's work existed when I got this far down otherwise I'd have likely gone wild picking from her site for more of the characters!

Trevelyan: is not really big on jewellery and wouldn't want something massively expensive but might want something a bit unusual like this

For Royal Affairs, let's just say you may get a bit more... hmmm... insight and detail into this side of things when the extended epilogue comes out...

#asks #royal affairs #creme de la creme #creme de la creme series

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tuzesdays · 1 year

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17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

(This can also be in dms :3)

its 3am and someone just set off two fireworks directly outside my home so hi andy good morning lets talk dayshift

so i use grammarly and basic spelling correct to edit, right? what yall dont see, that i do, is before every chapter i plug everything into the text box and let grammarly go at it - usually this ends up with.... id say the average number of corrections it suggests is around 70. and every time, i go thru the whole thing checking every correction because man, grammarly does NOT know how real people talk. theres a certain cadence to verbal speech yknow? something i try to emulate in my regular texting style, but in a properly formatted story its different (not harder or easier, different) because while you cant capitalize random words for Emphasis, you CAN do a whole bunch of other stuff: dashes, sentence breaks, i especially like to split a chunk of dialogue in half with a described action. maybe not every misspelling is intentional, but all the words are.

and some of the stuff i thought about is NEVER - or at least UNLIKELY to be - coming up in the story!! for instance, i dont do things like flashbacks. what you see of the characters background and experiences either comes from what they say or what their actions imply. sunbite gives the benefit of internal dialogue and memory, but its a yn fic so even thats spotty sometimes.

people who just read the fic would Never Know that sunbites blood relation father only ever saw them once. and i also dont include things that wouldnt be apparent to the characters- it has no effect on them, how would they ever know? how would sunbite ever know that they have a little sibling, possibly more than one? how would you ever know that obi's "heirlooms" from his grandmother included another ring passed down maternally for the last five generations with a decent sized sapphire on it? would you know that sunbite loves dogs because their first imaginary friend was one, and they named him Lucky? this stuff has no effect of them now, practically forgotten about. but its there cause i say it is.

storytelling is fucking Wild, dude. of course i took some inspiration from bamsara and naffeclipse (god damn at this point what dca writer hasnt a little bit) but also im pretty proud of my 'do no harm, take no shit' yn. it was always gonna be them, theyre the only person for the job in my mind. the way ive structured things and the way things are going to go, only people with that attitude - and that unkillable amount of hope and love - would be able to make it all the way through. maybe thats not the easiest character to project onto, but hey, its more a personal thing. dayshift go figure is, among other things, a power fantasy.

anyway, took the oppurtunity to ramble, its 3am. tldr; i put a lot of thought into word usage and character history, and most of those thoughts arent important to anyone but me.

#dayshift go figure #tuz asks

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ssuminshan-official · 1 year

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Would they kidnap Rusong???

...

Jgs: you know why I brought you here today. You have to help me kidnap someone and hold him up for ransom.

Sect leader yao: kidnap?!! Who!

Jgs: Jin Rusong.

Sect leader yao: the hulijing prince?! Like the prince of hulijings?

Jgs: how many Rusongs do you know?

Sect leader yao: I rather stay away from that emperor and his guqin strings! The guy chased me out of his lavish residence.

Mark my words, if we do anything to hulijing Dianxia, both of us will become human curtains in Jing Manor.

Forget about it.

Jgs: I'm doing it to gain money from that selfish emperor.

He'll pay a fortune just to save his son.

Maybe I can give you a share.

Sect leader yao: well. That would be nice, but I don't want to get in trouble with those fox spirits.

And besides, he banned me from Jing Manor.

Aren't you afraid of the ghost of Meng Shi?

Jgs: me?! Heck no. And I know how to get rid of her ghost.

Sect leader yao: I heard from some guys that she's like a goddess now. You can't do anything.

Jgs: pffft.....what goddess.

She's just a pathetic ghost.

Sect leader yao: then why were you scared of her?

Jgs: I wasn't......*sweating* I was just surprised....

Sect leader Yao: you're lying!

Jgs: enough!

*Grabs him aggressively* Jgs: look, you lazy little broke cultivator, you must help me kidnap that brat! Or I'll frame you for things you didn't do!

Sect leader yao: bro, we're both broke.

Jgs: that's why you have to help me!

Rusong: *sneaking up on them, with his bodyguard* help with what?

Who are we kidnapping, fellas?

Both: *startled* what are you doing here?!

Rusong: Jing Manor is my residence. I can go wherever I want.

Now tell me, what's going on here?

Jgs: nothing, child.

Sect leader yao: go play somewhere and leave us alone.

Rusong: Rong xiong.

Rong: *unsheaths sword*

Sect leader yao: *whimpering* p p p p prince Rusong. We can explain.

Jgs: sect leader, stop shaking and do something!

Sect leader yao: but he has a sword, and maybe that Rusong got guqin strings as an heirloom.

Rusong: so you wanted to abduct little old me? Tell me the truth.

Sect leader yao: no Dianxia.

Jgs: hehe, you're out of your mind.

Rong: calling Dianxia mad? How dare you?!

Rusong: you better answer up! Because lying to me is like lying to the emperor. Also I'm afraid that the contract hasn't ended, and sect leader yao is an intruder.

Intruders aren't welcomed here.

Sect leader yao: (this little boy has so much power) Dianxiaaaaaa, don't throw us in jail!!!!

Jgs: you brat! You'll never take us alive!

Rusong: *sighs* ok fine, I won't imprison you.

*calling* uncle muffin! A-Die.

Jgs: no, don't call them!

Sect leader yao: please Dianxia nooo!

Rusong: Team D!

Jgs: keep your voice down.

Rusong: Rong xiong, please put away your sword.

Rong: sure Dianxia.

Rusong: you know I'm feeling so sorry for you two.

What funny kidnappers.

You're even afraid of someone with muffin as their nickname.

Sect leader yao: Dianxia, that's xue yang!! The infamous xue yang.

Jgs: does yin iron ring a bell?

Rusong: and not only him but a group named team dimple.

Jgs: they'll torture me, then snitch, and then make me get punished by their evil emperor.

Sect leader yao: yes!

Rusong: good that you fear them. Now listen old people. I'll let you kidnap me, but there are conditions.

Jgs: conditions?!! What planet are you on! Who puts conditions to a kidnapping!

Sect leader yao: *sobs* let's just hear what the child is going to say.

Jgs: we don't accept.

Rusong: listen to them first.

Rusong: and if you don't accept afterwards, I'll put it in a decree.

And it's illegal to disobey a decree.

Sect leader yao: this boy has political ethics too.

Jgs: who's his A-Die. *rolls eyes*

Rusong: ready.

Sect leader yao: tell us.

Rusong: you are to capture me at Pine Pavillion, my personal residence in the imperial compound, where you must. attend to my every need.

You should make it comfortable for me.

And think of it, team dimple wouldn't know.

I will stay within the premises of my residence.

And you will not send any threats to A-Die.

Lastly! My bodyguard must stay with me.

Sect leader yao: we accept!!!

Jgs: but we must threaten that Yao, to get money out of him!

Rusong: ah, maybe there's a hefty price in store, if you treat me right.

Rusong: now. Which one of you can cook?

Sect leader yao: I can only make grilled chicken and rice.

Jgs: i don't even know what a stove is.

Rusong: you'll see it in my kitchen, old man.

Jgs: kit.....chen????

Rusong: *sighs* nevermind. Let's go.

When you're bored, we can all play smash or pass. Uncle Sang loves that game.

Sect leader yao: no way...

Rusong: either that or, truth or dare hulijing version!

Or roulette.

Jgs: now what's that?!

Rusong: what you did the Wens. I'll practice it on you.

Jgs; noooooooo. You savage little brat.

Rusong: don't worry. You two just have to hold a melon on your head, while I shoot an arrow. No harm.

Rong: Dianxia is an amazing archer.

Jgs: yea, I rather smash or pass.

~~ Afterwards~~

Rusong: welcome to my pavillion.

Make yourselves at home for the while

Attendants: greetings Dianxia.

Greetings Wangzi.

Rusong: hi guys.

You all take a day off, as you worked so hard for the week

Attendant: how generous. Thank you, Dianxia.

Jgs: this child speak so nice to others. And then treat us like shit.

Sect leader yao: that's his evil hulijing nature.

Rusong: it's called hospitality. You should learn some.

Rusong: let's play smash or pass!

*sits on his lavish sofa*

Have a seat. The chairs won't bite you. And if they do bite, you're hust not their type.

Jgs: rude!

Rusong: stop grumbling, and let's start.

Sect leader yao: *rolls eyes*

Rusong: Master Qiren, smash or pass!

Jgs: that icy goat beard man!

Sect leader yao: at least he's better looking than you.

Jgs: who's side are you on!!

Rusong: *laughing* oh man.

Rusong: so you two don't find him goodlooking? Lol.

What you hate about him?

Jgs: I'm richer than him.

Rusong: was.

A-Die and uncle Zish owns Jinlintai.

Jgs: don't remind me, you brat!

Sect leader yao: Qiren has wrinkles.

Rusong: you do too.

Anyways. *opens fan* next!

Sect leader yao: oh look at you with a fan. Trying to look prim and proper.

Rusong: A-Die says that gentlemen use fans. You should use one.

Jgs: pfftt! I used to use fans.

Rusong: well. You tried.

Rusong: *sitting upright and pleasantly fanning himself*

Jgs: spawn of that Yao.

Rusong: *closes fan* Wen Ruohan. Smash or pass!

Sect leader yao: smash!

Rusong: what?!

Sect leader yao: *coughing*

Jgs: we dated before.

Rusong: ewww.

Jgs: when guangyao was a spy, he used to tell me about him. But then we broke up.

Rusong: oh my god!

Sect leader yao: for real?!

You're really shameless admitting.

Jgs: why should I be shameful.

Rusong: I got to tell uncle muffin. No. The entire team D! *laughing*

Jgs: now why?!

Rusong: inside joke amongst team dimple.

But uncle muffin says that Lan qiren and Wen Ruohan used to be a thing!

Is that why you hate Master Qiren???

Jgs: shut up.

Rusong: don't you think you're a little too old to be in a love triangle.

And you're broke. How the heck are you supposed to take care of Ruoruo, if he was still alive today.

Sect leader yao: mind your business!

Rusong: heehee. You're beyond the best kidnappers I have ever had! Uncle Sang was boring. He doesn't know how to treat a Dianxia.

Sect leader yao: do you know what kidnapping is, kid?!

Rusong: something that you'll never do.

A-Die and I are impossible to catch.

In other words, shall we continue?

Jgs: fine.

Rusong: Jiang Fengmian!!

Jgs: mellow man?!

Sect leader yao: his wife is scary.

But hot.

Rusong: don't talk about my Ling gege's grandma like that!

Sect leader yao: anyways, pass.

Jgs: yea pass. But I'll smash if I want.

Rusong: ok then.

That's enough. You old guys are weird.

Can you two cook?

I'm kind of hungry.

Sect leader yao: why don't you ask your team of chefs, Dianxia.

Rusong: nah. I'm not feeling like it.

And a kidnapper must feed his hostage.

Jgs: since when?!

Rusong: since I'm hungry.

Jgs: *sigh* sect leader yao, let's go make some food for the brat.

Rusong: *opens fan* impress me.

~•~

《In the kitchen》

Sect leader yao: *chopping up vegetables* these wicked hulijings. And this bratty Rusong!

Jgs: poison him.

Sect leader yao: I can't, his chefs are breathing down our throats.

Jgs: *mocking* they're really taking care of his highness.

Sect leader yao: what are you going to cook for him?

Jgs: *putting potato halves in a pot of water * potato soup.

Sect leader yao: the stove isn't on. How do you expect to cook.

Jgs: I have to light the stove?

Sect leader yao: obviously.

Dude how do you eat?!! I don't think those diva emperors cooked for you.

Jgs: nah, I just get leftovers and some other scraps.

Sect leader yao: though life.

~~~~

Sect leader yao: little hostage. I mean Dianxia.

Jgs: we made some food for you under your staff of 10 chefs.

Rusong: delightful. Let me see what you made.

Oh dear, what is that?

Rong: Dianxia doesn't like bland food.

And truly, what is that?!

Sect leader yao: rice, a bok choi salad and char siu pork.

Jgs: and I made potato soup

Sect leader yao: you only boiled the potatoes.

Jgs: no...

Sly: did you put salt?

Jgs: you're supposed to put salt?

Rusong: sorry, but everything doesn't look properly cooked.

Rong: I'll ask your chefs to make a snack for you.

Rusong: thanks.

Rusong: am I kidnapping myself? It's really hard.

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Afterwards....

Rusong: *eating while using jgs as a human foot rest.*

Sect leader yao: *giving him a shoulder massage*

Sect leader yao: why do I have to give you a massage?

Rusong: guangshan might strangle me.

Jgs: in fact I might! Ugh!

Sect leader yao: you're a rotten diva.

Jgs: are you gonna give us the money or not!

Rusong: no. I'm still contemplating on it.

Because you two are fake.

Anyways, since that you're complaining so much. Take a break, sect leader yao.

Jgs: what about me?!

Rusong: nah, I'm not ready to give you a break yet.

Sect leader yao, can you switch places with guangshan. And guangshan, can you get me some more food from the kitchen?

Sect leader yao: I thought you told me to take a break!

Rusong: a break from massaging my shoulders.

Sect leader yao: you think you're smart, kid.

Rusong: yep.

Rong: your tea, Dianxia.

Rusong: thank you so much.

Rusong: Rong xiong. Lean in.

Rong: tell me, Dianxia.

Rusong: can you call team dimple, and tell them that I'm in danger at the Pine Pavillion? Or just tell them to come quick.

Rong: right away, Dianxia.

~~~

Some hours later......

Yao: A-Song!

Trio: little Dianxia!

Attendants: greetings Huangdi.

Greetings team dimple.

Xue yang: *throws temporary blinding powder

Su she and mo xuanyu: *tying up Sly with a rope.

Yao: my little baby. *hugs* wait. You're

Ok.

Rusong: *puppy eyes* yea A-Die.

Jgs: my eyyeeeesssssss!!!!! It's on fire!

Mo xuanyu: let it burn!

Rusong: these two want to kidnap me to get money from you, A-Die.

But I dealt with them.

Yao: good boy. *kisses his forehead*

Sect leader yao, you know you're banned from Jingjing.

Sect leader yao: it's that guangshan who hired me

Yao: *glaring sternly* no salary for you!

And can someone escort sect leader yao out.

Rusong: they can't cook, A-Die.

Yao: oh no no. What have they been feeding my child.

Mo xuanyu: don't worry, little Dianxia. The bad guys are gone.

@verycatbluebird

#jin guangyao #dimpledlianfang #the huli jing emperor #jin rusong #old sect leaders

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kisilinramblings · 2 years

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Hi. :)

I hope you don't mind me asking but I've been seeing a lot of people said that... Felix will protect Adrien or help him or team up with Lila? From what I can see, Felix is the type who do things as long as there's benefit for him and I don't see protecting Adrien or helping him give any benefit for him although the team up with Lila would be pretty interesting because that means their interest may be align somewhere. Is there any basis on this claim? I haven't watch any of s5 so seeing people said things like that make me really confused. 😅 But maybe my biggest question here would be... Is Felix even care for Adrien? I hope my question is make senses, it seems like language and grammar failed me these days. @_@

Thank you and take care! :D

Hello! Don't worry, your English is very comprehensible!

So, let's start with the Félix and Adrien's relationship, shall we? Don't worry, the most of it comes before S5.

Some people believe Félix would help Adrien because they interpret that 1) both cousins are Senti and 2) Félix shown compassion to Strike Back as the Senti and its clones were sent to their doomed inferno by the heroes. Therefore, Félix should feel compassion and care for Adrien as well, right?

I believe it is way more complicated than that.

First off, during the S4 finale, Félix had motives to personify Adrien. Adrien leaving for a trip he didn't want was the perfect opportunity for Félix. He would be able to convince Adrien to switch places. With Adrien out of the way, Félix would then be able to walk around the mansion without Gabriel being alerted. Félix was able to snatch Nathalie's tablet off her suitcase as well as spying his uncle's office. He found the (fake) Miraculous that were left in the secret safe along with one. He did discover more than he bargained for.

It wasn't in Félix's plan to confront Gabriel, especially not after discovering his aunt's corpse in the basement. But since Félix did ran into Gabriel inside his office as he was trying to leave, Félix had to improvise. What would be his cousin's motives to be in there in the first place? And he played the part because Félix had not any other good valid excuse as Adrien to be "waiting" in Gabriel's office.

When Adrien texts his cousin to stop the plan, Félix did not cooperate. He believed he had what he was looking for and wanted to leave Paris ASAP. Félix didn't even let Adrien know of anything he found.

In fact, keeping the information for himself proved to be useful to blackmail and bargain with his uncle as Flairmidable later on, along with offering the half of the Twin Ring he stole as he "wouldn't be needing it anymore" as the first part of the exchange. Sort of a testimony of his good faith in this deal to obtain the real Peacock Miraculous.

Gabriel : How do I know you won't use the Peacock Miraculous against us? Flairmidable : If I wanted to harm you, Uncle, I would have done it a looong time ago.

So, this exchange means Félix's motivations weren't against the Agreste per se. Judging by the Félix episode, the original animosity come from Gabriel and Amélie.

No, most of Félix's action seemed to be defined by what the Agreste had over him.

Gabriel happens to had both the heirloom Amélie wanted back and later the Peacock Miracoulous.

With Adrien, Félix finds it useful to personify him. I do wonder if Félix is jealous of Adrien? At any rate, Félix keeps belittling Adrien, mock him or victim-blame him. That doesn't sound like something someone who cares about you would do. Also, if he had suspected / figured out that Adrien is a Senti and the Ring had the Amok, then why would Félix gave back the half of the Graham de Vanilly ring he has stolen to Gabriel instead? No, it served Félix more to give it to Gabriel than to Adrien. Especially if Adrien has no idea of the value of the ring.

There is the possibility that Félix doesn't think Adrien is a Senti. If Félix considered Adrien to be a normal-born human, that would be an even greater reason for Félix to be jealous of his cousin. But I am not so sure... After all, the very first line Félix says Adrien in the show is "Do you do everything your father tells you to do?" and during Risk, he is well aware of Adrien's inability to disobey Gabriel, yet challenge him. It kinda feels like Félix doesn't respect Adrien because of his lack of rebellion spirit, of his apparent lack of will against adversity and authority. Seeing Adrien so resigned and unable to fight for himself may be what Félix despised the most. Even out of a fellow Sentibeing.

Anyway, the only member of the Agreste family Félix seems to genuinely like was Émilie and she is gone.

So, Félix isn't there to destroy or tear apart the Agreste family, but he doesn't feel concerned either. They aren't his problem to solve. He has other goals and priorities to focus on. And now that he has obtain the Peacock Miraculous, we don't know what he is planning next to do with it.

To answer your next question concerning why would Lila and Félix allied themselves, I believe we got a hint in this shot.

Flairmidable drops the Lucky Charm which caused it to shatter.

To Félix, Ladybug's solution was wrong. Once he understood the plan, he didn't join in. He stayed behind and watched from afar the fate of Strike Back. He could have voiced his disagreement, but it is possible he played it safe. Everyone else seem to consider Sentis as monsters. Voicing opposition would have make him stand out and bring unwanted attention.

At that point, Flairmidable has in hand the perfect trade-off to obtain the Peacock Miraculous and for Félix's ambitions, he has to let Ladybug and her team take care of Strike Back. All Flairmidable felt like he could do is apologizing for his inaction and silence.

Still, this would fuel him to not trust Ladybug at all. Not to mention, as the Guardian of the Miracle Box, if she is set to get back the Peacock Miraculous, all Félix has worked for would be for naught.

And who else has Ladybug has an enemy? Lila.

After that, it is up to speculation because Lila and Félix haven't yet interacted together yet. Actually, there was one scene, but both were playing an act. Only Lila seemed to pick the Adrien in front of her was different. At least, she was surprised with his too much people pleasing answer to her.

Still, if Lila and Félix (or Butterfly!Lila and Peacock!Félix) have to work together, it is mostly to defeat a common threat (namely Ladybug and Chat Noir). But I still believe they will retain their independancy and only work together if truly it is necessary. You don't meddle on my turf, I won't meddle on yours. Quite like how the villains in Batman can either be allies or opponents depending of the situation. Which I would honestly root for.

However if both learn about the Ultimate Power, I think both will try go to it for themselves first.

Lila? To shape reality as she sees fit.

Félix? Probably something related the Senti.

#miraculous ladybug #félix fathom #ml theories #ml speculations

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lately:

i. Nearly three weeks since the engagement, it’s starting to sink in. I guess it’s strange, because as my father said, it’s very exciting, but we knew we would be together as long as fate/biology would allow (and possibly afterwards, pending confirmation of an afterlife), so it is kind of confirmation of an already well-established fact. It’s also strange to be so far away from everyone we know, so we haven’t really had any familial or friendly celebrations - but secretly, I prefer it this way. I think being close to the shock and excitement of the announcement would have been a little overwhelming for me, and it feels right for the two of us to be alone together with this decision, building this little life we have for the moment. This time is for us, and about us, after all.

ii. Something that has delayed the full realisation that I’m engaged is the fact that I can’t wear my ring all the time yet. It’s T’s grandmother’s wedding ring and simply beautiful - five diamonds and two incredible dark blue sapphires (apparently it cleared his grandfather out back in the 1950s) all set in an antique style which I absolutely adore. It has this tiny, extremely decorative carvings on the sides, a tiny detail that I absolutely love. But! Because I have weird tiny little marmoset hands, it’s too big!! I can wear it around the house, but it’s just too loose for me to feel confident wearing it full-time. We’re trying to find a jeweller to resize it but it’s a bit difficult, partly because of the language barrier, but also because it’s a family heirloom and so precious so we really want someone we can trust. I’d be devastated if those little carvings on the side were damaged!

iii. Speaking of the language barrier, through T’s work we’ve found someone who gives reasonably-priced beginner’s Italian classes on Zoom. They start in two weeks - I’m really looking forward to it! This was one of my main priorities moving here. I feel oddly embarrassed walking around not speaking the language, and I think it’s only polite to at least try and work out the basics if you’re going to be in a country for an extended period of time. It’s especially frustrating considering I lived in France, where I was very comfortable speaking to people - it’s incredibly annoying to not be able to freely communicate here!

iv. I’m feeling more settled, and much less homesick than I might have, which I attribute to being with T again. But I’ve been a bit conflicted, because it’s been such a wonderful time here already, but almost as soon as I left some really upsetting, stressful, awful things happened back at home to various family members. Nothing quite enough to warrant me returning, but I feel really awful and guilty about not being there for people, even if they don’t expect me to be there.

v. There’s not much more to say, other than I am very excited for autumn to come. It’s been such a hot summer, and autumn in Europe is so lovely. We’re so close!

#me #I like doing these check-ins every so often #how is everyone how are we doing

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phoebehalliwell · 2 years

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adrinoir · 2 years

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So as much as I don’t like to jump to conclusions, the Gabriel Agreste episode proved there’s a very solid chance both Adrien and Felix are sentimonsters.

This is just crazy to me because when this theory first popped up, I had no idea how someone would think of that. But now, the show is very much hinting that this is true (unless, Asstruck really is toying with us, but that’s honestly way more of a stretch than the theory, at this point). Consider me baffled because if it’s seriously true, it’s such a wild plot twist that I would’ve never expected from this show.

Originally, I assumed they just made Felix identical to Adrien because they didn’t want to try to create new art and they needed a main plot point for his debut episode. However, they either had it planned all along, or changed it so Felix and Adrien are identical for a reason.

The concept of the two cousins being sentimonsters gives reason to why they’re identical. Also the two Graham de Vanily sisters having twin rings makes more sense, too.

It’s also clear now that Felix and Amalie wanted one of the rings not only because it’s an heirloom in the family but also because it’s what controls Felix. Gabriel absolutely shouldn’t have control of him - Felix isn’t his son.

But, think of this too. What if Emilie created Felix for her sister and because she’s the original peacock miraculous, that’s why she has the ring? That would make the most sense: one controls Adrien and one controls Felix.

Additionally, Felix is very smart, devious, and conniving (He has become one of the most interesting characters in the show, in my opinion). And Gabriel is very aware of this. Perhaps he didn’t want to just keep the ring just for Emilie, but because he knows Felix is batshit and will get away with too much without someone controlling him. For fucks sake, he threatened Felix, saying he could snap him away if he doesn’t give him the ring back.

And think, where does the snapping occur? When he gets rid of a sentimonster.

I’m just shocked Gabriel gave Felix the ring back at the end of the episode. Gabriel is very manipulative, so I’ll bet there’s some kind of plan behind that tactic.

At this rate, the only way this theory might not be canon is:

Gabriel said he could destroy his life “without being Shadow Moth.” So he’s not necessarily threatening to use his powers to get rid of Felix (although Felix knew he would use them, no matter what.)

Felix could be saying “you wouldn’t dare!” as it, he wouldn’t dare to akumatize him.

Adrien could just be obeying his father out of the abuse and trauma he deals with all the time. (See my post on that)

* I’m still in a bit of denial. If you are too, I understand. I personally think the title “sentimonster” dehumanizes the characters and their emotions a bit, especially Adrien, who’s been through hell, and has had so many emotions through it all. (Also since he’s known for thinking with his heart and less with his head). I know Thomas said they’re not considered “monsters,” however, you’re still saying they aren’t regular humans. They’re made from pure magic. I don’t mind the theory, but god does it make the show 10x sadder if it’s true.

Anyways, this was such a good Felix episode and I’m so pleased he made a comeback. He’s my favorite villain and such a little gremlin lol. Admit it, him ripping off part of Gabriel’s pant leg was so smart and clever, because it’ll give away that he was threatened by Senti-Gabriel and not the real Gabriel. Plus, he’s been the first to figure out Gabriel is Shadow Moth.

Felix is also very powerful for being able to break free from the akuma power like Alya, Nino, and Chloe. Notice how they’ve all been heroes with powers aside from Felix. I think that and him figuring out Gabriel is Shadow Moth, was a big hint that he could be the next Shadow Moth. He’d do a better job anyhow.

#miraculous ladybug #tales of ladybug and cat noir #miraculers #adrien agreste #chat noir #miraculous #ml season 4 #ml season 4 spoilers #ml gabriel agreste #gabriel agreste #shadow moth #felix graham de vanily #ml felix #sentimonster theory #sentimonster adrien

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Do you think LWJ took the advantage of being a Young Master of a prominent clan to publicly display the people he hates? (We know who that is) I saw someone claim about it and It's haunting my head.

Hi anon,

I’ll start first by saying that I think the novel does, to a degree, understand that there are people who have, to use Bourdieu’s terms, forms of ‘capitals’ that others do not and integrate that into the narrative and character dynamics. LWJ has not only capital due to his position as a gongzi and the son of a Leader (then later, as heir-in-line) to one of the prominent clans, but also due to his stellar reputation and fighting abilities (and to a degree, the fact he is a man). All this allows him to have a wider range of actions that are considered ‘acceptable/legitimate’ versus another person with different or lesser forms of capital--think for instance of the reaction and consequences when LWJ challenges what powerful men are saying (making up) about WWX versus when daughter-of-a-servant MianMian does the same. However, I find it weird to frame that as LWJ “getting away” with something--with his character, it’s more like he is able to have an opinion or stand up against injustices with less chances of getting punished and ridiculed for it.

Now, if it is about Jiang Cheng, it is kind of a myopic argument to be saying that LWJ “gets away” with “publicly hating JC”. First because by that point JC is technically even higher in the social hierarchy, being a literal Sect Leader. But it’s also weird to phrase this as “publicly hating JC”: LWJ is not running around badmouthing JC or the Jiang sect--the pettiest we see him is when he doesn’t silence LJY when he engages in gossip about JC. Instead we see LWJ standing up against JC when the situation calls for it, which is not the same. Of course, as JC does, it can be considered as an inherent ‘insult’ since it makes JC ‘lose face’ but I think there is a difference. And it’s not like JC does not get away with being impolite towards LWJ and the Lan sect, something we see at Dafan Mountain.

We know with the MXY altercation that JC was ready to kill him on sight for using modao (”Do you have any last words?”/“Break his legs? Haven’t I told you? If you see this sort of evil and crooked practice, kill the cultivator and feed him to your dogs!”). After LWJ intercepts, we have this exchange showing JC being impolite to a degree that prompts LJY to call him out for it, only bringing more disrespect for the Lans from JC:

He raised one brow and spoke, “Hanguang-Jun, you sure live up to your reputation of ‘being wherever the chaos is’. So, you had time to come to this remote area today?” [..] Right now, Jiang Cheng really didn’t seem too polite as he said the words in such a tone. Even the juniors who came following Lan Wangji did not seem comfortable hearing it.

Lan Jingyi spoke straightforwardly, “Isn’t Jiang-zongzhu here as well?”

Jiang Cheng replied grimly, “Tsk, do you really think that you should butt in when your seniors are conversing? The GusuLan Sect has always been known for its respectful conduct. Is this really how it teaches its disciples?”

It is imo more true to say that, due to LWJ’s higher and respected position in society, JC is not able to use his usual means of responding to someone challenging his decisions and thus making him lose face.This is again something we see during this altercation.

LWJ silences JL after he dismisses his mistreatment of other cultivators with the deity-binding nets. LWJ destroys the entirety of the diety-binding nets JC and JL were using to give JL an advantage over the other cultivators competing, something they were only able to do because of the Jiang and Jin sects considerable power and wealth. Is it daring of LWJ? Sure. Would he be able to do so without consequences if he was someone else? Probably unlikely, especially when we’re talking about JC. But is that ‘getting away’ with something? It’s literally the opposite scenario: LWJ is using his own status and capital to make it so that JL (and JC) are not getting away with what they are doing (although there are, in actuality, no consequences for their behaviours; they are just forced to give up on JL’s unfair advantages. Hell, LWJ even offers to pay for the nets he destroys, which I guess can also be taken as a baller move). What’s more, the novel even takes the time to point out that, if LWJ were not such a strong cultivator, JC might have pushed aside the risks of offending LXC and physically confronted him (let’s appreciate how this also serves as well-integrated exposition for their weapons).

Jin Ling’s grim expression was exactly the same as his uncle’s, “What can I do? It was their own fault for stepping into the traps. I’ll solve everything after I finish capturing the prey.”

Lan Wangji frowned. Jin Ling was about to speak again, but he suddenly realized that, shockingly, he could neither open his mouth nor make any sounds.

[...]

The man spoke in a low voice, “Not long ago, a blue sword flew over and destroyed the deity-binding nets that you had set up.”

Jiang Cheng glanced at Lan Wangji harshly, his displease plastered all over his face, “How many were broken?”

[...]

Although four hundred deity-binding nets were a whopping price, it wasn’t too much for the YunmengJiang Sect. Nonetheless, losing the nets were a small matter, but losing face was not. With Lan Wangji’s actions, Jiang Cheng felt a whirlpool of anger at the bottom of his heart, rising higher by every second. He narrowed his eyes, his left hand casually stroking the ring on his right hand’s index finger.

[...]

However, after stroking it for a while, Jiang Cheng compelled himself to restrain his hostility.

Although he was displeased, as the leader of a sect, he needed to take more things into consideration, which meant that he couldn’t be as impulsive as Jin Ling. After the fall of the QingheNie Sect, among the Three Great Sects, the LanlingJin Sect and the GusuLan Sect were quite close due to the personal relationship between the two leaders. By leading the YunmengJiang Sect alone, he was already in an isolated situation among the three. Hanguang-Jun, or Lan Wangji, was quite a prestigious cultivator, while his elder brother Zewu-Jun, or Lan Xichen, was the leader of the GusuLan Sect. The two brothers had always been on good terms with each other. It was best to not openly dispute with Lan Wangji.

Also, Jiang Cheng’s sword, “Sandu (三毒, Sāndú),” had never made actual contact with Lan Wangji’s sword, “Bichen,” and it was not yet decidable whose hands would the deer die on. Although he owned the powerful ring, “Zidian (紫电 Zǐdiàn),” a family heirloom of his, Lan Wangji’s guqin, “Wangji”, was also known for its abilities. The thing that Jiang Cheng hated the most was to be disadvantageous during a fight. Without complete confidence in his success, he would not consider fighting with Lan Wangji.

Now if it is about Su She, again what does LWJ truly do?

He silences him in the Demon-slaughtering cave? Although we’d be hard-pressed to believe LWJ respects Su She after what he’s seen him do in the Xuanwu Cave, the guy is literally trying to get everyone there killed and being a smartass to WWX while at it. And if it had been extremely disrespectful of him, LQR could have lifted the spell--something once again that the novel points out. When it dissolves into a game of calling out between the MolingSu sect and the GusuLan sect, LWJ does not say anything, even if, as LJY points out, Su She was imitating him. It’s only when WWX starts going that LWJ takes part by acquiescing to the truths WWX lays out (which are, yes, damning for the Su She and the MolingSu sect). But again, there are layers to what WWX is doing: he’s not only trying to expose what is going on, but anger Su She into revealing he still has his spiritual powers as proof of what he has worked out. So while WWX and LWJ are being by some measures disrespectful, there is a point to how they are going at it.

Touching his chin, he grinned, “Well I was worried that you’d get mad if I asked him too many things in front of you, wasn’t I? But since you’ve told me to ask him already, I’ll go ahead and ask. Lan Zhan?”

Lan Wangji, “Mn.”

Wei Wuxian, “The MolingSu Sect was a sect that branched off from the GusuLan Sect, right?”

Lan Wangji, “Mn.”

Wei Wuxian, “Although it branched off, the MolingSu Sect’s techniques still used the GusuLan Sect’s techniques ‘as reference’, right?”

Lan Wangji, “Yes.”

Wei Wuxian, “One of the GusuLan Sect’s techniques, the Sound of Vanquish, has the effect of exorcising evil. Amongst them, the seven-stringed guqin was the most powerful, and so there is the greatest number of people who cultivate through the guqin. The MolingSu Sect did the same, and the guqin is the most common in their sect as well, is that correct?”

Lan Wangji, “That is correct.”

Wei Wuxian, “Although the MolingSu Sect’s leader left the GusuLan Sect with knowledge of its techniques when he founded his own sect, is own guqin skills weren’t anything special, and the disciples he taught often make many mistakes too, right?”

Lan Wangji answered with honesty, “Yes.”

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji went on back and forth, speaking as though nobody was around. More and more people realized that they weren’t only mocking Su She, but rather taking something apart. Thus, they began to listen more carefully.

Next, Wei Wuxian slowed down, “… And that means, even when a section of the battle melodies that the MolingSu Sect played when killing corpses on Mass Grave Hill was wrong, the GusuLan Sect wouldn’t find it unusual, and only think that they made a mistake because of their inferior techniques and remembered the sheet music wrong, not taking the time to notice whether it was an accidental mistake or a mistake on purpose. Is this the case?”

Hearing the last question, Su She’s pupils shrunk. The hand he placed on the hilt of his sword was suddenly lined with veins. The blade of the sword was already half-an-inch unsheathed. On the other hand, Lan Wangji lifted his eyes at the same time. Both Wei Wuxian and he saw the sense of understanding in each other’s eyes.

He stated one word at a time, “This is the case.”

Su She unsheathed his sword with a clang. Wei Wuxian moved the blade of the sword to the side with two fingers and smiled, “What are you doing? Don’t forget. You’ve lost all your spiritual powers. Would threatening me like this do anything?”

Sword raised in his hand, Su She could neither attack nor put it down. He clenched his teeth, “Aiming at me for so long—just what are you trying to imply?”

As much as we love to talk about LWJ’s hidden sass and pettiness, he does not seem to ever be disrespectful without a reason, and it’s usually in the process of standing up for others. Reading his character as an illustration of a man in a position of privilege and power getting away with things is a little bit of a reach--particularly when JC is literally right there.

#mdzs meta #lwj #jc #mdzs

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A Hired Thief Part 3 (Lady Dimitrescu x Female Reader)

Here's part 1 and part 2 if you haven't read them yet!

You finally got the heirloom that Alcina ordered you to steal. It was no sweat really, since you know your way around Heisenberg's security systems.

You were now on your way home since you decided to give Alcina the heirloom the next day. Your thoughts went to what you and Alcina did in her office the other day.

The woman knows how to pleasure you even if you just met, God, the way her fingers curled inside you as her tongue licks your folds. Just thinking about it made you feel aroused, so you immediately shook that thought and continued driving.

You arrived home and immediately crashed in your bed, but you decided to call Alcina first to inform her that you already got the heirloom.

You dialed her phone number and it started ringing then a few seconds later, Alcina answered.

"Hello?" Alcina said in her husky voice

"I got your heirloom, I will be bringing it to you tomorrow." you said in a serious tone

Alcina chuckled "Good girl~ your reward will be waiting for you tomorrow as well~"

"I see, thank you my lady, see you tomorrow."

"Hanging up already? I want to hear your voice more, it makes me remember the time when you screamed my name~" Alcina said seductively

You suddenly flustered and felt your face heat up, "Cat got your tongue?" then you heard Alcina laugh in her deep voice. "Good night dear, I'll see you tomorrow at 9am~" Alcina said and she hanged up.

You placed your phone on your night stand and screamed into your pillow, falling asleep afterwards.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You woke up to bright sunlight that entered your room, so you got up and took a cold shower.

After your bath, you got dressed into your white button up with a black coat and a black tie, some black trousers and black heels. You also fixed your hair by slightly curling it. You grabbed your backpack that has all of your things including the heirloom anf you went downstairs then into your car. Which is an Audi R8.

You checked the time and it was 8:05am, the office is only a 30 minute drive so you decided to stop by at the cafe to grab yourself some breakfast.

After you ate your breakfast, you continued driving to the office "Trandafiri Negrii" and arriving shortly after. You were at the parking lot and saw that there was a black car that seemed familiar to you. You looked at the plate and it stated "Heisenberg".

"Fuck, he's here." you said to yourself as you parked far away from his car as possible. You stepped out of your car and saw Heisenberg walking towards his car with some of his bodyguards, so you hid behind your car and tried to listen to what he was saying to his bodyguards.

"That bitch must be lying! Someone must’ve stolen back that heirloom for her!" you heard Heisenberg say as he entered his car. You heard the car start then you looked and saw that they already left. You sighed out of relief, and started walking towards the entrance.

"Ah, Good day Miss Y/N, you're finally here, and you are already 2 minutes late." Alex greeted "Let us not waste any time, Lady Dimitrescu is already waiting for you. " he added, then the two of you started walking towards the elevator.

"Good day to you too Alex, sorry bout that, I just ran into some trouble on the way here." you said

"I see, but just a heads up if you will start working for the Lady." Alex said then you looked at him and arched an eyebrow at him.

"What is it?" you asked

"She hates people who are late." Alex said

"I see, thank you for the heads up." you replied

You arrived to her office and Alex knocked on the door. "My lady, Miss Y/N is here." "Enter." Alcina simply said

Alex opened the door and you entered then you nodded at him as a sign of thanks and he closed the door. You looked at Alcina and saw that she was sitting at her chair, legs crossed,looking at you with some hint of annoyance.

"You're late." Alcina said

"I apologize my lady, I got into some trouble on the way here." you said as you sat on the chair in front of her desk

"And that trouble being?" Alcina asked

"I saw your brother at the parking lot, and I had to hide." you replied

"Ah yes, he went here and asked where the heirloom was." Alcina said

"And? what did you say?” you asked as you crossed your arms

“I said that someone stole it and I don’t know who it is.”

“I see.” you replied

Alcina chuckled, "Speaking of heirloom, where is it?"

You grabbed the heirloom from your backpack then handed it to her, the heirloom was a simple circular red gem with some gold and diamonds surrounding it. (Yes, it's the one from Cruella)

Alcina opened the box to see that it was in perfect condition, she placed the box inside her drawer and stood up.

You saw that she was wearing a trench coat that covers her whole body, which is quite odd since she seems to always wear revealing clothes. Well, at least when you see each other.

“Now, for your reward~” Alcina said then she took off her trench coat only to reveal her wearing white lingerie underneath.

Your eyes widen and you felt sudden heat of arousal, but you tried to compose yourself.

Alcina chuckled, “Is the view to your liking?~” she said teasingly

You gulped then Alcina straddled your lap, “You look quite handsome today, too bad we have to remove you from this outfit.”

I AM BAD AT WRITING SMUTS SO I GOTTA LEAVE IT HERE I’M SORRY

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You Better, You Better, You Bet - Chapter 8

She Makes Me

Ron Speirs x Juliet Fletcher

Summary: Juliet Fletcher reaches a breaking point in her life. When she is at her absolute lowest, she meets Ron Speirs, and something happens between them that neither of them will ever forget.

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Chapter 8 let’s go!!!

LONDON HEIR WEDS UP AND COMING LADY

Arthur William Burns, 33, of London has married Miss Elaine Spencer, 20, of Birmingham. The couple celebrated their union on February 14, 1944 at the chapel on his uncle Edward’s estate in Suffolk. The intimate ceremony was followed by a small reception of the couple’s closest friends and family. The new Mrs. Burns was thoughtful about her war-time wedding, taking extra steps to avoid unnecessary costs or supplies. She updated her mother’s wedding dress instead of buying new, and after the wedding, generously donated the gown to the Army. Her engagement ring was an heirloom of Mr. Burns’ family, but it didn’t stop there -

The article didn’t stop there, but Juliet did. She couldn’t read another word about Arthur’s wedding. In fact, she slammed the paper down on her desk. It rattled the teacup in its saucer to the side, but miraculously, nothing spilled. Huffing, and her article forgotten, Juliet folded her arms across her chest and stewed.

She couldn’t really say why it bothered her so much. She had moved on the same as him, but getting married? It hadn’t been that long. What could Arthur possibly know about this girl? For a girl she was at the tender age of twenty. Was that what irked her? That the girl was so young? No, it was fairly normal for an age gap like that, especially among their class.

Perhaps it was the class issue that was grating on her. Elaine Spencer was - to the Burns family - everything Juliet was not. Young, rich, well-behaved, and (though only Arthur knew this difference) able to bear children. Seeing their announcement, and the kind of wedding they could afford, was a rather harsh reminder of all that. But even that should not have been this upsetting.

Deep down, Juliet knew what was bothering her was that she was bothered at all. She was happy with Ron. So why did she care about her ex? Why did this feel like such a blow to her pride? Why did she feel as if Arthur had just terminated their engagement all over again? Wasn’t it enough to have Ron in her life, a man she truly respected and cared about?

That was something else to consider. Juliet realized she had wasted far too much time on someone who wasn’t half the man Ron was. And yet, Arthur had rejected her. If what she thought about him was true - that he was a coward and totally undeserving of her - shouldn’t it have been the other way around? She knew she felt shame for how much she had loved Arthur when she didn’t receive that love in return. Was that what got on her nerves about this?

She certainly was not jealous of the girl. Elaine. Juliet knew she absolutely did not want to be married to Arthur. In the long run, they could never make each other happy. Especially now that Juliet had experienced Ron, who truly appreciated what she had to give. She had to keep reminding herself of him or Arthur’s dumb face next to Elaine’s stunning smile would drive her crazy. And yet, she couldn’t stop looking at that picture. They looked so perfect.

Her door opened and she jumped a little bit out of her seat with a gasp. It was Ron, but that oddly made her more nervous. She perked up.

“Hi, honey!” she greeted brightly.

His brown knit together over his eyes. “Honey?”

“Yes, dear?” she returned.

“Seriously,” he frowned. “Why are you calling me that?”

“I haven’t before?”

“Obviously not.”

“You don’t like it?”

“Obviously not,” he repeated. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” she insisted. Then it was her turn to frown. “What endearments am I allowed?”

“Why do you need them, when my name works just fine?” he replied.

“Oh come on,” she said. “Not even darling?”

“Darling is meaningless here, you people call everyone darling,” he said.

She considered that. “Alright. ‘Love’, then?”

“No, thanks.”

“Baby?”

“No.”

“Dear?”

“No.”

“Sugar?”

“No.”

“Sweetheart?”

“No.”

She bit back a giggle for the last one. “Daddy?”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“My heart belongs to Daddy,” she began to sing as she got to her feet and approached him. “So I simply couldn’t be bad -”

“That’s a little bit sick, coming from you,” he cut across her as he shrugged off his jacket.

She ignored him. “Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy! Da da da da -”

This time, he interrupted with a kiss. Juliet giggled into his mouth, but he was successful in stopping the song entirely. When they parted, she had a goofy grin on her lips.

“Are you absolutely certain we should disregard the genius of Cole Porter?” she teased.

“Let it go,” he returned.

“What are you gonna do?” she challenged, making her voice dramatically husky. “Spank me?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

She blinked, taken aback by his casual reaction to such a suggestion, but she was also a little curious, so she decided to push the envelope. “You wouldn’t.”

“What’s the matter?” he questioned. “Afraid you’ll like it?”

Her mouth fell slightly agape. How had he managed to so drastically turn the tables on her? She was supposed to be teasing him and somehow, she ended up being the one flustered and red-faced. She cleared her throat and shook her head to remove the rather graphic images that had popped up inside it. All thoughts of Arthur were certainly out the window.

“I did not anticipate this backfiring,” she admitted.

“And yet, here you are,” he said.

“How tired are you from training?” she asked.

“Not too tired to make love to you, if that’s what you’re asking,” he answered.

“That’s the perfect amount,” she said.

With that, she tugged off her cardigan and pulled him in for another kiss, deep and deliberate, with a nip at his bottom lip to get him riled up. He lifted her into his arms and they fell on the bed together - her pinned beneath him as their lips remained locked.

Afterwards, as they dressed to get some dinner and Juliet was in the bathroom fixing her hair, Ron spotted the article. Suddenly, her behavior when he first walked in made sense. She’d distracted him with the endearments conversation, and he hoped he had distracted her from what she’d read. But his gut told him there was something more. He’d walked through that door every day without surprising her. There was a reason she had started and panicked this time. He picked up the newspaper, and looked hard at the photo - at the man who had humiliated Juliet, but ultimately paved the way for Ron’s own happiness with her.

Arthur was not much to look at, which was both surprising and expected. Surprising because well, Ron found Juliet to be very beautiful, and he knew she could do better. Expected because Juliet was not the sort of person to base a relationship on looks alone. Although she had certainly noticed Ron’s. But for the first time, that made him doubt. She told him once she was more upset by the indignity of what Arthur had done, but she must have really seen something in him to have agreed to marry him. And she talked so much about Ron’s looks, he started to wonder if that was all she saw in him.

He quickly dismissed that thought. She had been incredibly vulnerable with him and shared parts of her life he was certain she had shared with few others, perhaps not anyone. But something was holding her back from addressing this with him, and he wanted to know what.

“I reckon we can just pop downstairs and have something quick,” she said as she emerged from the bathroom and picked up her cardigan. “That way we won’t get too cold before we - y’know - warm back up again.”

He faced her, and caught the surprised look in her eye at his expression. Her smile drooped and faded as she realized what he held in his hand.

“Jules,” he said, voice heavy. “I want you to do something for me.”

“Sure,” she looked nervously between the paper and his face. “Anything, Ron, just -”

“Without one fucking joke, I want you tell me why you’re upset about this,” he said, indicating the paper, though she understood perfectly well what he meant.

She sighed. “Are you sure you want to hear this?”

“Yes,” he said.

She waited for him to explain, but he didn’t. But he was not sacrificing his control of the conversation, he was solidifying it. She was going to explain herself to him.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m annoyed at myself for letting it upset me at all,” she said. She met his gaze, searching his face for a reaction, but he didn’t give one. “I mean, yes, it’s a wound to my ego that by all rights that announcement should be about me and him. Although, I never would have gotten married on Valentine’s Day. Seriously, of all the cheesy -”

“No jokes,” he cut across her.

“That wasn’t a joke, it was a disparaging remark,” she returned.

“Juliet.”

“Sorry.”

She bit her lip, carefully forming how she wanted to say what was on her mind. But, it turned out he wasn’t giving her that either.

“Don’t think, just talk,” he instructed.

“I care about you so much,” she blurted out. “You make me happy in a way I hardly thought possible until I knew you. But seeing that announcement made me ache. It’s difficult to pin down why exactly since there are a number of things that bother me about it, but mostly it’s that it shouldn’t matter. I’ve moved on, haven’t I? But if that still hurts me, I’m worried that perhaps I haven’t, and that’s not fair to you or to me. And if that’s the case then perhaps I should let you go, but the thought of that makes me want to hurl myself out of a window. Then that makes me worried that no one will ever be enough for me. Which is ridiculous because you’re more than enough. You’re the most wonderful man I’ve ever met in your own weird way. So, that means there’s something terribly, terribly wrong with me.”

She stopped to take a deep breath and paused. She considered saying more, that was really the sum of her feelings. Ron stood there calmly.

“Can you talk now please?” she requested.

A hint of smirk tugged at one side of his mouth, but he stopped it.

“It’d bother me more if you didn’t care about this,” he replied, which made her brow wrinkle. “It’s okay to have feelings about someone you were involved with. Doesn’t mean you still have feelings for them.”

“You don’t think it’s a reflection of my feelings for you?” she asked hesitantly.

“No,” he said with a shrug.

She bit her lip. “I just...I just don’t think it would get to him if he saw my wedding announcement in the paper.”

“It would,” he replied.

She rolled her eyes. “You can’t know that, you didn’t know him.”

“I know you,” he said. “That’s enough to understand that there’s no way you didn’t have an impact on him.”

“That’s -” she began to argue but stopped herself as she absorbed it fully. “Well...that’s actually a lovely thing to say, thank you.”

He set the paper down and walked over to her, gathering her up in his arms so he could kiss her forehead.

“Don’t hide behind distractions when there’s something serious,” he said gently. “And don’t hurl yourself out a window, I had enough trouble with you on the bridge.”

She looked up at him and smiled. “You’ve lifted your moratorium on jokes, I see.”

He pecked her on the lips. “Nope, just for me.”

She repaid him with a light jab to his ribs with her pointer and middle fingers. “Shut up.”

On that note, they headed down to the bar for dinner and drinks. Though Juliet had mentioned wanting to return to her room quickly, they ended up lingering. Talking like they had when they first met. Juliet talked a little more about Arthur, and Ron gave her the space to do so. It didn’t last long. Slowly, he faded from the conversation and they moved on. Ron challenged her to a darts game, and Juliet readily accepted.

“I’ve never played before,” she confessed. “Well, actually, I almost did when I was seven or so. Dad took Billy and I to the pub with him and left us to our own devices.”

“I don’t like where this is going,” Ron said.

She pressed on anyway. “We weren’t tall enough to reach the board, so Billy drew one on the wall we could use. The owner got upset and started shouting at him.”

“I really don’t like where this is going,” he said again.

“So, I stabbed him in the thigh with the dart,” she finished.

“Billy?”

“The pub guy.”

“Just checking.”

“Anyway, he starts screaming -”

“Billy?”

“Nope, still the pub guy,” she said. “He grabs me by my hair and starts dragging me out. That didn’t sit right with Billy, so he leaps onto the man’s back and starts punching him. Mind you, Billy was only about nine at the time, so he wasn’t the most effective.”

“I imagine not.”

“But of course Billy doesn’t care, he’s just looking out for me,” she continued. “So the guy lets go of me, and I grab him round the legs and trip him. Then Billy and I ran out of there as fast as we could, terrified about what Dad would do to us if he realized we’d caused the commotion. Luckily, he never found out.”

He blinked at her. “Honestly, I’m just impressed you stabbed a guy.”

“He yelled at my brother!” she returned. “What was I supposed to do?”

“Stab him, of course,” he said.

“That!” she cried. “Right there! That’s why we work so well together!”

She giggled into his mouth as he kissed her in agreement.

“C’mon, let’s play,” he said.

He showed her where to stand, how to hold the dart, and some tricks he used to get better aim. She was attentive to his coaching, and it certainly paid off. Each throw got her closer and closer to the bullseye. So much so, he considered tripping her on her last turn. He didn’t, since that would put her dart in rather close proximity to his thigh, and he was in no mood to get stabbed himself.

She took her shot, and to the surprise of Ron and a few onlookers, she hit the center of the dartboard. She punched the air with excitement and let out an enthusiastic scream before turning to face him, beaming with triumph.

“That’s right!” she bragged to anyone listening. “Juliet Fletcher is the darts champion!”

For a moment, Ron genuinely feared she was going to try and chest bump him, and he wasn’t sure there could be romance after that. To his relief, she did not. She did something far more embarrassing. In movements that could only be described as lost and awkward, she...danced. If one could even call it that. Her limbs jerked, her hips lacked any semblance of rhythm, and her feet sort of scraped across the floor. He watched in disbelief as she went about her celebration, completely unabashed.

“What’s the matter, Speirs?” she taunted. “Upset you lost to a girl?”

He wanted to laugh, but he was so disturbed it came out more of a grimace. “What...what are you doing?”

“Victory dance,” she returned simply. “Like footballers do.”

“No one has ever done anything like what you’re doing,” he said.

She came to a slow stop, a smirk on her face. “I told you I can’t dance.”

“I thought you meant the foxtrot.”

“Well, I can’t do that either.”

“I’d expect not.”

“Are you embarrassed?” she wondered.

“Aren’t you?” he shot back, though judging by her expression, she wasn’t.

“Nope,” she shook her head.

“Should be,” he said under his breath.

She ignored that little remark. “Life’s too short to stifle the joy of kicking your boyfriend’s ass in a game of darts.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’d hardly call that an ass kicking.”

“You wanna go again?” she dared him.

“God, no,” he replied quickly. “If you win, you’ll start dancing again.”

“So you admit it?”

“What?”

“You’re afraid I’ll win.”

“Yeah, but not for the reason you want.”

“Whatever,” she giggled. “I’m gonna get another drink, d’you want one?”

“Sure,” he said.

With a nod, she headed for the bar. She established fairly early on in their relationship that she was not the sort who wanted to be doted on. She had no problem sharing the responsibility of buying drinks or fetching said drinks. Ron rarely even pulled out her chair for her. Opening doors was different, as Juliet usually had a bag or something, but she never so much as suggested that Ron carry it for her. He once offered, but she told him she’d only allow it if she could tip him, which promptly ended the conversation.

“Hi, Juliet,” Emily, the bartender, said as she approached. “‘Nother round of whiskeys for you and Lieutenant Speirs?”

“Yes, please,” Juliet replied.

“Just a moment, I’ve got to bring some beers to the lads back there,” Emily said, pointing to the other end of the pub. “I’ll be right back.”

“Take your time,” Juliet assured her.

While she waited for Emily, a man approached the bar. A dark haired, tall, but mousy looking man Juliet had seen at the Blue Boar only a handful of times. He was usually alone and stayed for only one drink before leaving. She got the impression he was not solitary by choice - he was clearly unpopular. The other officers always gave the table a wide berth.

“Hi,” he said timidly.

It took her a moment to register he was speaking to her. “Oh! Hello, there.” She stole a glance at his rank and then his name. Sobel. She decided against trying to say it to avoid the risk of mispronouncing. Plus, she didn’t want him to think she was interested.

“My name’s Herbert,” he said. “Herbert Sobel.”

She studied his face for a moment. “Herbert, huh?”

He blinked, surprised. “Um. Yes.”

“Oh, yeah, Herbert absolutely suits you,” she said.

He was taken aback again. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Never mind,” she shook her head. “How can I help you, Herbert?”

“You could start with your name,” he replied.

She wrinkled her nose. “Eh. No, thanks.”

“What?”

“I’d rather not give you my name,” she said. “Because I’m afraid the follow up is going to be your asking for my phone number or offering to buy me a drink. So I reckon we’re better off if I get the ‘no’ out of the way now. Save us all some time.”

He sputtered for a moment before she went on.

“I know this must seem like contempt prior to investigation,” she said. “But even if I wanted to - which I don’t, mind you - I am involved with someone.”

“Wha - who?” he wondered.

“Lieutenant Speirs,” she said, and pointed him out for good measure.

Sobel glanced over just as Emily returned and began pouring the whiskeys.

“Well, isn’t Speirs lucky,” Sobel murmured.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Juliet said, taking their drinks. “I really am a horrid bitch, you wouldn’t like me anyway.” She held back a laugh as his eyes went wide. Emily covered her mouth to stifle her own giggle. “Cheers, Herb. And thanks, Emily.”

Emily asked a stricken Sobel what he wanted to drink while Juliet left. She returned to her seat next to Ron and delivered his whiskey. He wore a deep frown which told her he’d been watching her interaction with Sobel.

“What’d Captain Sobel want?” he asked, just a hint of bitterness to his voice.

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, I shot him down,” she replied.

“He hit on you?” he questioned, but his shoulders relaxed a little. “Must not have seen you dance.”

“Shut up!” she laughed, elbowing him.

He didn’t say anything in return, he only put his hand on her thigh, giving it a little squeeze. Something about it thrilled Juliet. It was...intensely macho. Possessive even. Normally things like that disgusted her, but Ron made it sexy. Only, she had to question it.

“Are you serious?” she said.

“About what?” he returned.

“You’re not bothered by my talking about my ex-fiancé, but a strange man offering to buy me a drink has you marking your territory?” she asked.

“I can’t help who you were with before we met,” he said. “I can do something about anyone getting ideas now.”

“What would you have done then?” she questioned playfully.

“Stab him with a dart,” he replied, without missing a beat.

She giggled before she sipped her drink. “You’re ridiculous.”

She wasn’t able to remain in Ron’s grasp long. Emily approached and told her there was a phone call for her. Juliet excused herself, but not before kissing Ron deeply.

“So the other girls don’t get any ideas either,” she teased.

“Fine by me,” he said.

With one more peck, she followed Emily behind the bar. She picked up the receiver and held it to her ear.

“Juliet Fletcher,” she said.

“Juliet, it’s Otis,” said the voice on the other end of the line.

“Oh, hello, Otis, how are you?” she replied politely. She got along with the investigator most out of all the people involved in Peggy Lee’s case.

“Quite well, thank you,” he said. “I’m sorry to call you so late, but I’ve just gotten the news that Meredith Fisher’s trial has been moved up. We begin on the fifteenth of March.”

“Crikey, that’s quick,” Juliet said.

“I know, but the prosecution is confident enough,” he told her.

Juliet was tempted to let him know they were absolutely right in their confidence with the way Meredith Fisher’s lawyer was going about things, but she held her tongue.

“That’s good,” she said. “I’ll be sure I’m there for the trial.”

“I’ll see you then,” he returned. “Good night, Juliet.”

“Good night,” she replied before hanging up.

She returned to Ron, who shot her a curious look.

“A trial date has been set for Meredith Fisher,” she said. “In just a couple weeks.”

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Damn right I am,” she said.

“That’s my girl.”

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Hell is Other People

Admiring the heavy rock that was tailored perfectly to match your finger in silent awe you gleamed almost as brightly as the diamond which glittered underneath the moonlight.

You could hear the murmurs of your guests and the faint music of the orchestra playing in the background from afar as you stood in your private balcony to revere the ring that symbolised an emblem of eternal faith and affection. To be quite honest with yourself you hadn’t seen it coming, just earlier in the day you’re mulling over which dress to wear for the evening party that your partner scrupulously planned for since months, now that he had proposed to you in front of all your highly esteemed company it all made sense.

This was your engagement party.

Pleading with a resolute ‘yes’ for an answer, the colossal baroque hall erupted into an applause at the sight of the new happily engaged couple. Wiping a few tears of joy and sharing quick loving kisses from your partner he proudly showed you around where his parents eagerly took you in as part of the family. His Mother held you tight as if you were her very own and his Father kissed the back of your hand cordially in response. You’ve never felt so welcomed before, the warmth of having a real family was one that was foreign but comforting for you.

Taking a break from meeting all the guests he had personally invited to witness his ardent declaration of love, you stood alone in the cool breeze to process all the adrenaline in blissfully. To think, engaged during a peaceful warm season, you couldn’t believe you’re going to celebrate your anniversary every year on such a beautiful weather, making a special connotation to the word summer now.

Suddenly feeling an unwanted presence behind you, your face that was once graced with a contented smile had turned into a sour frown. You knew exactly who would turn the most happiest night of your life upside down, trailing after a bloody carpet and reigning chaos until the dawn rises.

The harbinger of death itself, Chrollo Lucilfer.

“So he’s finally proposed,” his dark timbre voice reverberated through the quiet night, startling such a tranquil silence. “I’d congratulate you on your engagement, but I can’t say I’m quite pleased.” There were hundreds of guards your partner employed on duty at the whole premise, guarding every entrance and exit making sure to keep trespassers at bay to keep this party perfect. Though with all the security money could by at your disposal, you weren’t completely surprised someone like him could get through easily, he is the head of the spider after all, capable of going in and out wherever he pleases.

“Chrollo,” you acknowdleged him with an air of indifference, turning around to the slightly to see him dressed in a fine black suit and tie, oddly appropriate for the occasion. “Where are the rest of the troupe? Couldn’t imagine you pulling off a heist on your own.” It was true, there were many treasures such as valuable paintings and ornaments all held in a considerable amount of monetary value scattered along the place, and even then, there were hidden assets stored deep underground that even you had just learned about, or perhaps he’s come for the family’s precious heirloom?

“No need to be so tense, it’s just me tonight.” He suddenly appeared before you, holding the hand in which the engagement ring was secured onto. Smiling bitterly at the glistening jewellery, he showed no movement or even an ounce of intention to take it away from you, rather he looked to be quite pensive as he studied it with a forlorn expression. “I don’t necessarily like to intrude, but it seems that I was uninvited by your charming fiancé.”

Taking your hand away from his cold hands without ever leaving your skeptical eyes off of his lackadaisical form, he reluctantly lets it go. “The feeling still stands.” Glaring at him with a scathing passion. “There is nothing for you to take here, nothing that you have not already seen before. Leave this people alone, they have nothing worthy of you to steal from.”

“You seem to be quite fond of them,” Chrollo commented motionlessly, closing the space even closer. “Perhaps even more than me.” A distasteful tone from him had you nearly shivering in your heels, however you needed to stand your ground you couldn’t let him ruin everything you worked so hard for.

“I’ve let you had your fun, released you from your ties, gave you time for yourself and now what do you do? Run into the arms of another man.” He trapped you in between his body and the stone carved balustrades. “Don’t tell me I’ve been replaced,” he whispered in bitter disbelief before placating himself quickly and placed a gentle hand upon your cheek. “My dearest friend, do I really stand no chance with you? Didn’t you once held me high in the standing of your heart?”

Your throat went completely dry as he bared his unbridled affections for you. “Once,” you answered truthfully. Years before in Meteor City you both shared the same vision, the same utopian perspective of your future filled with comfort through grim determination. However as time progressed he began to stray further away from what you both shared. You watched his avarice grow beyond expectancy, stepping over bodies to get what he desired without a vestige of remorse or empathy. Time turned him to be such a monster, an unrecognisable stranger who’s oddly keeping you alive by his side. “A long time ago, but now I barely remember the traces of where I held you in such position.”

Chrollo smiled sullenly at your response, as if he was expecting the daggers of your tongue into his heart. “You’re too cruel,” he detached the palm of his hand from your soft skin.

“I can’t help but ask after all this time.” He placed a hand against the railing, thoroughly interrogating you closely. “Was it fun, making me chase after you? Did you enjoy the idea of me grovelling for your attention, for you to spare me a simple kiss? I’ve circled the world for your heart and yet it never seems to be enough.”

He kept the bitter quirk on his lips as he continued, “like I’m never enough.”

Gripping onto the hard stone you willed yourself not to let your knees give out. Though he didn’t show it, you could see the raging storm of emotions in his eyes, the pain and betrayal he felt when you left and the sliver of intention to hurt you. You wanted to calm him down, pacify his anger like you did before when you were both younger. However you couldn’t reward his behaviour anymore, you couldn’t be on the same side where history would echo the time in which evil was left untamed

“What is it he has that I couldn’t give you?” He spoke so softly you could feel the sincerity in his words.

“It’s not something you could give me,” your tone as careful and gentle as ever around the capricious being. Unfortunately that set every fibre of his being on fire.

“Do you even love him?”

You took his challenging words as a personal affront to your integrity. “I find it hard to see if that is any of your concern.”

“He’s nearly twice your age.” Chrollo staunchly dismissed. “I see the way you look at me, you look at me with such anger in your eyes, like I’m the lowest being to walk on earth; a vermin with no moral compass.” The warm night air suddenly turned frigid at the sound of his strained voice that was holding back such malice. “And you’re right, but what differentiates me from you is that at least I don’t lie to myself.”

“And the worst thing is that you don’t even seem to realise it do you? You willingly use others for your own interests and discard them once you no longer had use of them. No matter how hard you try to convince yourself, you and I both know your true nature. You’re exactly like me- in fact you might even be worse than me, robbing people blind. I do my work in the dark but you do yours in broad daylight,” Chrollo stated. “I’m not the only monster here.”

“Don’t talk to me of hypocrisy when you value those philosophical books so much,” you angrily countered, noting how much time he spent on the ideas and theories discussed in heavy literatures such as the Leviathan. “Never have I met someone so ridiculously obsessed with Western perspectives on rules and regulations and yet completely disregards them in practice.”

“But isn’t that what’s so appealing about it? Of course I don’t take these words as gospel when there’s so many critiques to each theory. It’s too nuanced and complex to ever rightfully regulate civil society that who could determine what I’m doing is immoral? For Hobbes I’m merely exercising my right of nature as it is ‘the liberty each man hath, to use his own power, as he will for himself, for the preservation of his own nature,’ you remember right?” He quipped, reminding you of the times he shared his esoteric books with you, engaging in meaningful and intellectual thoughts until the candle burned out.

“I have not consented to the laws of nature and therefore I have yet to surrender my natural rights. Thus the sovereign is illegitimate to me and I’m under no obligation of the state as I have not entered in any form of contract bound by the will and rule of the sovereign. I’m not bound to any laws of this land for I do not conform to the will of others but myself. Plato’s Crito would further support his argument on the laws of consent.”

Scoffing at his misconstrued interpretation you vacantly refuted. “Hobbes also said that if there is reasonable hope in preserving peace to seek and follow it.”

“However I may think it not necessary or the best for my life to be best preserved then I may seek and use all helps and advantages of war.”

“Nevertheless all that is futile for his argument remains that the design of men is the willingness to put restraint upon themselves for a more contented life thereby. We should ultimately consent for the second law of nature requires that we should covenant for peace if others are willing.”

“If others are willing.” He repeated and stressed out the first word. “Do you remember where we lived? No person there would opt for peace, it’s every man for themselves. It is what he hypothetically calls the state of nature, a horrible nasty, brutish and short life, except it’s real. Meteor City is a lawless land and as he states that no contract could be formed in the state of nature. Thus this paradox leaves us in a perpetual natural state of mankind; war.”

“You know there’s more to philosophy than just the Leviathan, Rousseau’s Social Contract and Locke’s Second Treatise of Civil Government has a lot to say on your so called ‘freedom’. There is no advantage to stay in the state of nature, the natural progress of humanity is the establishment of a common political authority for the sake of improving our way of life.”

“Actually Locke and Hobbes states that the state diminishes our sense of freedom but is justified in doing so, by no means did they implied our freedom would be retained, and that, is what I don’t find an improvement.”

“Rousseau would disagree with you, the state is a necessary condition of our freedom for the sovereign is the construction of all through the general will and so is directly exercised by the citizenry. Therefore, this eliminates the tension between political authority and individual freedom.” You sighed, “Chrollo even if you wanted to retain individual autonomy over yourself you’d surely remember Mill’s first sentence on the harm principle, ‘the only freedom which deserves the name is that of pursuing our own good in our own way, so long as we do not attempt to deprive others of theirs, or impede their efforts to attain it.’ In other words, as long as you don’t harm others you can do whatever the fuck you like, but you seem to struggle with that concept of freedom don’t you?”

He suddenly chuckled lightly at your remark. “How are you so quick to mark me wrong as if I had forgotten your favourite book?” You suddenly shifted uncomfortably on your feet as he smirked amusingly at your cornered form. “I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the revered Mary Wollstonecraft, we would often read her passages for hours didn’t we? A Vindication of the Rights of a Woman, well, I guess we’re both hypocrites here.”

“What was her argument? That women were rendered weak, lacked the use of reason, had no special moral value?” He droned on and looked afar as if he was in deep thought before returning his sharp gaze to yours. “You had a lot to say about the sexist social arrangements in today’s society, you argued that women are deprived of their natural rights to acquire virtue through the use reason. How Wollstonecraft would be so disappointed if she could see you right now, the most passionate proponent of her work devoting her energies in pleasing and making herself attractive to men.”

“Stop it.” You hissed as he jabbed at your pride, mocking your own words of the past to further humiliate your contradicting present.

“What were the words you used to quote to me? ‘Have women so little in ambition as to be satisfied with such a condition? Can they supinely dream life away in the lap of pleasure and render themselves conspicuous by practicing the virtues which signify mankind? Surely she has not an immortal soul who can loiter life away merely employed to adorn her person, that she may amuse the languid hours, and soften the carress of a fellow-creature who is willing to be enlivened by her smiles and tricks, when the serious business of life is over.’ Aren’t you becoming the women she is scathing about?”

“What’s so wrong with pleasure? Wanting to be taken care of? The want and human need for companionship and love is not one to be jeered at. Might it just even cross your mind that I chose this life instead of ‘building my faculty.’ Those texts described the social conditioning of women back in the eighteen hundreds, women have more options now and are more than capable to choose. Times have changed.”

“Have they?” Chrollo hummed. “Is the pleasure that you insist on promoting for you, or for him?” He rubbed the silky garment of your dress impassively. “Don’t you wish to be more than a pretty ornament? To have purpose and participate in the natural rights of mankind? ‘Virtue, says reason, must be acquired by rough toils, and useful struggles with worldly cares.’ Sure you are provided with goods and raiment but liberty and virtue are given in exchange. You could build your character by the sense of struggle of living-“

“How can you call that living?!” You exploded abruptly, pausing for a moment to realise that you were shaking all over as you stood in your designer heels before him with glassy eyes. “What we did- to those people, those families, it was never enough for you. I may be what I despised in my youth but I’m better off being an indulgence for others rather than taking account for mass genocide; for what I lack in virtue I make up for my own compassion.”

“How kindly of you,” he nodded absently. “Then perhaps we should test it. Referring back on your comment on Mill’s harm principle, you must know then that the cause of evil not only takes account of a person’s action but also their inaction, and in either case he is justly accountable for the injury.”

“What are you saying?”

“Let’s hypothesise that I would come back on your white wedding day and that I would kill everyone present during the reception, by learning this information, you then would be held responsible for each of their death.” You griped your hand so hard you’re sure that you’ve left specks of bloody crescent moon marks on the palm of your hands.

“I have no obligation of duty towards you, therefore the harm principle does not apply to me for I am not responsible or related for your actions.” You countered at his allusion to the other-regarding actions where a special role of obligation is placed within the liberty principle.

“No unfortunately you’re not,” he agreed. “But him, would you not protect him at all costs? Surely as your soon to be life long partner you would do whatever it takes to promote his health and well-being. If you would simply come back to me before the day of wedding, denounce your engagement and reinstate your affiliation and loyalty towards the troupe everybody gets their happily ever after.” He finally took a step back. “In failing to meet our obligations to others we are actually harming them.”

“I’m tired of your philosophical rhapsodies, if you were to kill others or even yourself I would not hold myself accountable so I suggest you’d best return to whatever matters you currently have and leave us alone.” You’ve grown anxious and wary of the dangerous connotation of his words and with the way he was impishly grinning at you suggested that he saw right through your bluff.

“Its getting late, you should return to your awaiting fiancé before he realises you’ve been gone for too long,” looking back down at the sight of pretty swirls of dresses on the ballroom quietly dwindling down as the night grew longer. “It’s reassuring to see that you haven’t changed at all, I missed our philosophical prattle.”

“I can hardly say the same, discussing Western philosophers on an engagement party is certainly not in the least enlightening, I suggest you turn to the East for matters such as these.”

Chrollo gave a half-suppressed laugh and an amused smile, one that was rare and sincere in which held no trace of malice or cruelty. “Before I forget to tell you, you look beautiful.” You didn’t let your hardened expression change when his comment took you by surprise as he slowly backed away from you and into the shadows.

You heard your name being called out by Thomas where he sighed in relief and ran towards you in a light jog before taking you into his arms. “So this is where you’ve been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he playfully chastised with a turn on his lips. He led you back inside the bright chandelier lit hall to bid your guests farewell for the night, however, you couldn’t help but glance back from your shoulders to see that Chrollo had disappeared.

Though his presence was now absent, his words still rang loudly inside your head. His confrontation of your nature, how the spotlight is too blinding for someone like you and how it’s just a matter of time you would run into the dark once more with your back up against the wall and tangled up in his web seem to be conveyed as a confident prediction rather than insults to your moral character.

Chrollo wasn’t here to steal anything, not even you, he wanted you to come to him on your own accord even if he had to force pieces to make you submit to his will. However, his appearance tonight also wasn’t meant for mere formalities, in fact he made his purpose and intention clear when he first spoke of the day you would finally be wed.

It was a warning.

#this is gonna be the last fic for a while :(#im gonna fuck off for a few weeks since my break is over #chrollo lucilfer #yandere chrollo #chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere x reader #hunter x hunter #yandere #genei ryoudan #yandere genei ryoudan #Phantom Troupe #yandere phantom troupe

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Take these broken wings and learn to fly (15.20 coda)

het, but Wincest-compatible | about 2300 words | PG-13 for language | characters: sam winchester, sam’s blurry wife |

Julia has been widowed (God, what an awful word, widowed) for three years when she meets Sam. It’s a work-based friendship at first. She’s kind of lonely and sad, he’s kind of lonely and sad, and they gravitate toward each other. And then one evening they’re at a bar, the last ones left from an after-work happy hour, both of them drinking more than they should, and she thinks he’s kind and thoughtful and smart and he may be 10 years older than me but he’s still hot as hell and I enjoy being with him and I look forward to seeing him and maybe I should just… and she kisses him. He’s shocked; shocked enough to confirm that he wasn’t just hanging around hoping to make it out of the friendzone. And then he’s holding her face in his hands and he’s kissing her too.

It’s good. They’re good together. It’s not the earth-shattering, all-encompassing romance she had with Shaun. Julia knows she’ll never have anything like that again. Most people don’t even get one soulmate in their lives; no one gets two. And she knows Sam doesn’t have that same desperate love that Shaun had for her; she knows she’ll never have his whole heart. (She knows the woman he intended to marry was killed in a fire, she knows another woman he loved went back to her ex. She doesn’t know which of these women still owns that last piece of Sam’s heart.) But she loves Sam, and he loves her, and they get married.

(The sex is amazing. Sometimes he’s gentle, almost reverent, as if he’s afraid he’ll break her, and other times he’s fierce and passionate and almost tries to break her, and she loves both ends of the spectrum.)

She suggests they melt down her old wedding band to make a new one. It was an heirloom from her grandmother, a plain wide band of yellow gold that she loves, that she thought she’d wear for the rest of her life. But Shaun is the one who put it on her finger the first time. It doesn’t seem right to ask Sam to accept it now. A new band from the old gold seems like a good compromise. No, Sam says, I couldn’t ask you to do that. I know a way we can make it ours. He has the inside of the band engraved with the same symbol he wears tattooed over his heart, and makes her promise to never take it off. Bad luck, he says.

He’s such a contradiction. Scary smart, but as superstitious as an Appalachian grandmother. Calm and unflappable, but with a weirdly hyperactive startle reflex. Kind and empathetic, but capable of extreme violence when pushed to his limits (seriously, don’t walk your drunk ass up to Sam Winchester’s wife and lay hands on her, and don’t get mouthy when she tells you to back off) and just really, frighteningly skilled at that violence.

(A little frightening and also very sexy. Julia’s always had a thing for the hero type.)

They both have nightmares. One night Julia watches Shaun’s face melting under his gear and wakes with a cry of horror. Sam holds her as she tearfully describes living on the knife edge of constant fear that comes with loving someone whose job is literally running into burning buildings. I know, he says, over and over, even though he can’t possibly know. The irony of their first loves both dying in flames is not lost on her, but it’s not like his college girlfriend was a firefighter. It’s not like he watched her go to work every day and prayed she’d make it home alive.

Julia’s pregnancy is a wonderful surprise. She and Shaun had tried for over a year before she was widowed, and she just didn’t count on it happening with Sam. They agree not to name the baby after anyone they’ve lost. Let’s not name him after our pain, she says, and Sam is okay with that. (Or he isn’t. But ever since she showed him the positive pregnancy test, she’s known she could ask him for anything. She’s known he would rip out his heart and serve it on a platter if she asked for it.)

But they haven’t decided on a name yet when her water breaks four weeks early. When their perfect baby boy is born at 12:10 a.m., the nurse announces the date and time and Sam looks up at her in shock and blinks away happy tears and says it’s the 24th. It’s my brother’s birthday. Julia is flying high on endorphins; she loves this baby and she loves this man and she even loves his dead brother she never got to meet, and she says it’s got to be a sign; let’s name him Dean.

She takes off her wedding ring, just this once, to have Dean’s birthdate engraved on the inside. Sam does the same with his own ring. He insists they go to a jeweler who will engrave while they wait, rather than leaving the rings there. She waves a hand at her lumpy postpartum body. You afraid someone’s gonna make a move on all this if you don’t keep a ring on it?

He laughs at her and says you’re onto me, even though he’s the one who needs to be locked away, still with that long lean runner’s body and the amazing shoulders and the goddamn dimples. I just don’t like us being without them, he says. He is a sweet, sentimental fool and she adores him. He bends down to kiss her, carefully maneuvering the baby he’s wearing in a sling, and Julia looks at this man and this baby and this life she didn’t think she was get to have and knows she’s happier than she has any right to be. And she’s relieved when Sam slips the ring back onto her finger, this ring imbued with the men she loves, so maybe he’s not the only sentimental fool.

(One thing she loves about Sam is that he understands why she feels guilty that Shaun didn’t get to share this life with her.)

In July they light a little candle for Dean’s six-month birthday. When Julia wakes the next morning, Sam’s side of the bed is empty and cold. She finds him cuddling their sleeping baby in the living room. I got up to give him a bottle, Sam says. I guess I just fell asleep out here. His red-rimmed eyes and empty coffee mug suggest he didn’t actually sleep at all, but, well. They’re both battling their own private demons. If a night cradling the baby gives Sam some peace for whatever reason, she’s glad of it.

Sam’s fierce love for their child takes her by surprise. If Julia has 90% of his heart, his son has 110%. He parents with a vengeance, is the only way she can think of to describe it. Like he’s making up for something. She doesn’t feel slighted, but it’s impossible to ignore that ever since Dean was born, Sam’s prime objective has been to make sure the boy is happy and safe. Everything else comes second.

(When she notices Sam has been carefully marking his tattoo symbol onto Dean’s clothing, hidden near seams and always in a color that almost matches the fabric, she decides not to say anything. He gets a little funny about his superstitions sometimes.)

Sam desperately wants Dean to have a sibling, and they try for another one, but it doesn’t happen. Julia reminds him that they’re lucky to have even one child. That having a sibling is not a lifetime guarantee of companionship and love. She should know, after all, since Stephanie cut her off after she married that asshole Scientologist and decided she couldn’t have a relationship with anyone who wasn’t also in their stupid cult.

Dean has plenty of friends and tons of activities, which Sam encourages with an almost religious fervor, but he never pulls away from his parents. They have so much in common, Sam and his son. Instead of rebelling as a teenager, Dean seems to grow even closer to his father. They spend hours together, paging through the ancient books in Sam’s study (she hates them, they smell musty and make her sneeze) or driving in the old Chevrolet. They even travel together sometimes, visiting those friends of Sam’s that live up north somewhere. Julia met them at the wedding and they were perfectly nice, thrilled to death that she and Sam had found each other. But she always feels like an outsider when they’re around, like they’re part of something she’ll never understand. So much history, with Sam and the brother she never got to meet. They absolutely dote on Dean though, and he seems to love them too, so the boys’ trip to Sioux Falls becomes an annual event.

(Dean is 14 years old when he comes home from one of these trips with his own version of the tattoo.)

When Julia is diagnosed with cancer, Dean is 16 years old. Sam does his best to ensure life goes on as normal for their son but somehow never neglects Julia’s needs. He throws himself into research and is always on top of the latest treatment, always at her elbow with the top internet-recommended remedy for her side effects, making sure both she and Dean have everything they want and need, all the attention and support they can tolerate. She doesn’t know when, or if, Sam actually sleeps. When she feels up for it, he arranges experiences for the three of them. A week lying on the beach, a weekend in New York City, a night in the mountains looking at the stars. When we look back on this time, he says, I don’t want us to only remember how much it sucked. I want us all to have good memories too.

(She doesn’t know why he’s concerned about her memories. There’s a good chance she won’t have much time to enjoy them. But it’s good for Dean. She doesn’t want this to ruin Dean’s childhood.)

Sam insists Dean go away to college as planned. Julia agrees, although she’s kind of surprised he’s willing to let the boy out of his sight. Aren’t you going to miss him? she asks.

So much, he answers. But this isn’t about me, and what I need. It’s about him. They drive Dean to school in the ancient Chevrolet. Supposedly because the trunk has room for all of his stuff, but Julia is pretty sure it’s just one last sentimental road trip in the old thing before Sam retires it. When they pick Dean up at the end of the school year, it’s in her SUV. Dean promises his father, more than once, that he’ll restore the Chevy someday.

Five years after Julia’s diagnosis, she’s sitting in the doctor’s office learning that her last remission was her last remission. There are no more options. She has months, not years. Sam clutches her hand and nods, once, as if to say I should have known this would happen; I should have expected something like this. Then he takes her home.

It’s a blessing in a way, he says late that night, after a little too much to drink. Knowing what’s coming. Having time to say goodbye. You don’t always get that. And yes, she knows this as well as anybody does.

Sam has always been supportive of her choice not to contact Stephanie, but one day he says Jules, I promise I’ll never bring it up again. It’s just that I don’t want you to have any regrets. I don’t want you miss the opportunity to say things that you’ll wish you’d said. Julia isn’t sure Steph will speak to her. She’s not even sure she’ll have the same phone number — they haven’t spoken since Dad’s funeral, a year after she was widowed — but she makes the call. And Steph answers. And cries. And comes to visit, where she hugs and cries some more. Sam watches it all with a sad smile for a while, then disappears into the garage to sit in the old Chevy.

When Julia takes her last conscious breaths, Dean is holding one hand and Sam is holding the other. She squeezes her son’s hand and thinks I love you, dear boy, and I’m sorry I have to leave you. She squeezes her husband’s hand and thinks thank you for giving me this, thank you for taking care of me, thank you for loving me and letting me love you. Then she closes her eyes and lets the soft, warm darkness take over.

And then. Then she wakes to a cool breeze and the sound of chirping birds. She’s standing at a lake she recognizes. It’s Shaun’s favorite fishing spot. And Shaun is there, waiting for her. And everything is okay.

Sam does show up eventually. Julia’s sitting on the porch of the cabin with Shaun, enjoying the perpetual nice day (sometimes a spring morning, sometimes a fall afternoon, but always nice) when she hears the familiar rumble. It cant be, she thinks. It can’t be that old car. But it is.

I’m glad you found someone with good taste in cars, Shaun says, as Sam unfolds himself from the driver’s seat. He looks exactly as he did the day she met him; no glasses, only a little grey at his temples. Still tall and strong and beautiful. She runs to meet him and embraces him as Shaun watches from the porch.

You found Shaun, Sam says. I’m so happy for you, Jules. I really am. He doesn’t seem to have any intention of joining her (their) Heaven permanently, but he doesn’t seem to have anyone else with him either. Where is the dead girlfriend? How is this fair?

They talk about Dean, and Julia’s heart swells with pride over her strong, smart, kind, brave son. He’s like you, she says. He’s just like you.

Sam shrugs. He’s a Winchester.

But what about you? she says. You’re not — you’re not alone here, are you?

Nah, he says. I’m good. I promise.

(Eventually Julia meets the first Dean, and she understands.)

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I know a lot of people have mocked Sam's blurry wife, but I actually have grown to love the concept. Because it means she can be anything we want her to be. And yeah, initially I liked the idea of her being Dr. Cara, or Eileen. But now I don't think that would happen. I think Sam would have to start fresh to have that kind of relationship. And I also like the idea of Sam's wife having her own soulmate somewhere, waiting for her, so she's not a huge part of Sam and Dean's shared Heaven. I mean, they're gonna visit, obviously. And then they'll go home to their soulmates.

The title is from "Blackbird" by the Beatles.

#spn #15.20 #my fic #episode coda #sam winchester

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