#but telling callum he’s fucked up scares him

[m4rs-ex3]

ALLLL RIGHTY YALL

if u haven't already seen.............. guys i was late i was fucking late for the panel give me a break

BUT here is a play by play of everything from the second i got in

[A GOOD CHUNK OF THE SECRET SCENE] if you saw this post within the first few *hours you got to see but you know what? they got to me i don't wanna be the snitch (i did on accident but its the though that counts)

opeli is being led blindfolded (which we see from opeli's pov. riveting visuals i tell you) by soren to the ✨secret meeting location✨

when she comments on the fact that it is literally just callum's office soren shuts her up bless him

opeli's like "DID BAIT GIVE BIRTH??!?!?" and soren's like no these are "rescue baits" and opeli gives them the greatest fucking look i can't even describe it to you

you've seen that leak "look it's the pearl :D""WHA""yep he's in there :)))))"

rayla says it like "per-al." just thought you should know

soren suggests forming a Fellowship of the Pearl and going to throw it into a volcano i fucking hate this show

they're all debating what to do with it meanwhile the most cryptic-ass shots of callum with the pearl like we get it he's fucked (i take it back i want more)

they finally get to him and he's like "uh????? destroy it obviously?????"

he suggests--and these are 100% his words (not actually cuz u know but its the general idea)--"smash it? throw it off a cliff? take a big ol axe and just--KA CHOP." i love him so much

rayla asks how they know it won't just release him

the way callum is so confused and conflicted and he just says "i... i don't know" oh my god by precious baby

cool ass top-down to the pearl whirlpool esq transtion into the next scene hello??

zym is being emo at a painting of his mother (the one from 4x03 yeah they just stitched that shit up it's all good)

ezran's like. huh. we oughtta do smth abt this

callum is Thinking Thoughts on the turrets(?? yk where soren does his lunges) and tossin the rune cube when he sees the star rune light up......................................

it's stella stella's there and the way he reacts to her is so precious 😭 he's not the step dad he's the dad who stepped up type shit

enter rayla "they told me u would be up here brooding"

(in a tragic turn of events the rayllum of this scene had my brain fuzzy so i can't remember a few chunks here and there have pity my brain has rotten)

callum's like "we have to do something i'm scared he's gonna use me. i know what we need to do ok we need to go to the starscraper"

it's honestly hilarious the way he says "and *WE.* should go" he's like "don't be gettin any ideas now this is an us thing"

and then ohoho "they have something there for you, too" (THAT was an exact quote)

he's like "PLSPLSPLS i've studied star magic i know the spells i know the runes i just need the quasar diamonds!! LET ME FREE UR PARENTS AND RUNAAN PLEAAAASSSSEEEE"

rayla is veryyyyyy opposed she's like "NO i want to help my parents as much as you"--honestly i don't think ANYONE wants to as much as him--"but i don't want my biases to affect that" BIASES?!??!! like that was the word she used i can't stop thinking about it

zym has entered his wolf child era his ass is HOWLING at the moon

soren hears him and goes "aww little guy misses his mom :((( sometimes i wonder where my mom is...." WHAT AWHAT WHAT AWHAT PJARDON SAY IT AGIAN YOU WAHGTS SAY IT AGIAND HUAH HUWH A

ok. yeah callum does not have pajamas BUT I THINK WE HAVE BIGGER ISSUES HERE????????????? HE WAS SLEEPING IN HIS OFFICE

THAT COUCH THING THAT THEY WERE ON WHEN RAYLA CAME BACK IN 4x03???? HES JUST SLEEPING ON IT I CANT MY GUY WHAT R U DOINGGG

in other news

bruv is tossing and turning and then just. ~stops.~ this can only mean good things (i think you know where i'm going with this)

he sits up. hobbles over to the door. there was a really cool transition (can u tell i respect the cinematography) and he's in the cellar holding the pearl.

he wakes up in aaravos' prison and is like "well this looks neat!" until he sees the mirror and screams and wakes up. when he realizes where he is he goes "what have i done" dude you fell asleep?? god he's never sleeping again (<- me when i lie 😈)

the description we got of this next scene did NOT do it justice it was fucking incredible

callum kicks down the fucking door (not actually) screaming for rayla

rayla TUMBLES OUT OF BED ON TO THE FLOOR, pillows in hands and unafraid to use them

"WHOA. HEY HEY ITS OKAY ITS ME! it's just me rayla. it's me. callum" i feel like he was saying the same 5 words for 7 hours it was beautiful

rayla: "callum?? jeez i could have-" *looks at pillows*

callum giggles the cutest fucking giggle and says something along the lines of "yeah, it would've hurt real bad :)"

oh yeah DE-LAYERED PONYTAIL RAYLA CONFIRMEDED??!?!?!?!?!

she sits back on the bed and my guy KNEELS DOWN AT THE CORNER OF THE BED TO PICK UP HER STUFF BEFORE HE SITS DOWN NEXT TO HER and they say chivalry is dead romance was birthed and ended with this scene

he tells her about it and she goes "callum, you're exhausted. you had a nightmare. if i thought you were in any real danger you know i would-" and then ironically i forget the same line that the person from nycc did wouldja look at that

can i just mention how close they were sitting in this scene i mean i jsut thikn i should mention hwo clo

yada yada he has a lightbulb and runs off with her blanket

the iconic "i know stella.. he took our blankie :("

god knows why barius is up in the middle of the night whispering sweet nothings to his jelly tarts

callum comes in with a certain proposition mwuhahaha

rayla comes into his office and sees his aesthetic ass sewing by fireside and graciously says "ah i get it! you're taking your mind off things by peacefully knitting" so iconic for both of them

callum explains that he's stitching runes to create a protection spell when barius comes in with the """"""""pearl""""""""""

rayla DIVES in front of callum and says "what r you doing get that thing AWAY from him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she got SO protective SO fast it was blessed

callum's like au contraire 😈

ok so obviously we had all heard about the fake pearl but. you know that one guy who makes insane sculptures out of nothing but chocolate? that's what they did the pearl is brown sludge with a candy coating 💀 i'm losing my mind that is so funny to me

so yeah with the decoy out the real pearl is protected by--and callum literally said this--"a magic blankie >:)"

he also pops in to tell ez and omg GUYS BAIT HAS HIS OWN LITTLE ROYAL CANOPY BED ITS SO FUCKING CUTE

dawn in the courtyard--ez is saying goodbye to soren, zym, and pyrrah who are going to look for zubeia (i almost just typed zendaya i need sleep) and callum and rayla who r going to the starscraper

my roman empire is this: callum was acting all eepy and then when they get going hE RESTS HIS HEAD ON RAYLA'S BACK AND FALLS ASLEEP. I CANNOT FUCKING MAKE THIS UP IT WAS PHENOMENAL SHE LOOKED SO FUCKING HAPPY I I I I I I HAKJSDHFKJASHFDKJHSADKFHKJASHFIHASEKFH

on a slightly lower note

scene from teaser except they did cut a couple lines in the teaser. mainly just terry going "didn't see you there,, cuz i was asleep. with my eyes closed"

he does not in fact get impaled but claudia tells him she's gonna leave him first and does just that

as she's going omfg terry's cries and pleas and "I LOVE YOU"s and "I WILL WAIT. I WILL WAIT HERE FOR YOU" was absolutely insane idk what was in the air in that recording studio but shout out to ben

i am so tired goodbye!

#SO SORRY i couldn't get this out last night #but here she is #tdp s6 #tdp s6 spoilers #tdp spoilers #tdp wondercon #tdp #the dragon prince #*thought i fixed it within minutes but iiii did not💀

[luvrlou]

"Y/N and Cal being our favourites"

Pairing: Calfreezy x fem!reader

Summary: If a fan made a compilation of Cal and Y/N's best moments.

Warnings: swearing, sexual references, alcohol use

A/N: I made the reader Scottish for no real reason

Word Count: 1.6k

"Christmas baking attempts"

"Cal! Are you stupid?" You shrieked as he put an egg, shell and everything, into the cake batter you had spent half of your video making.

"What! It said add one egg!" He was quick to defend himself. You and Cal had decided to make a baking vlog for your youtube channel. Safe to say it's not really going to plan.

You sighed and clutched your head, "without the shell babe, without the shell."

"I'll just take it out then," he grumbled, reaching into the batter to retrieve the egg, coating his hand in the gooey subtance.

You groaned yet again, he looked over to you, his face holding a cheeky grin. "Cal," you warned as he approached you. "Cal! Stop!"

He chased you around the kitchen island his dirty hand stretching towards you, "come here, darling!" He cooed jokingly.

"Piss off Freezy!" You screamed, him closing the large gap between you alarmingly fast.

Before you knew it, he had grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. He planted his batter-covered hand onto the side of your face.

"I fucking hate you," you mumbled as he cackled. "Naw don't laugh, it's no funny Cal!" Instead of laughed again, he leaned into you and enveloped your lips in a sweet and innocent kiss.

"Don't want to scare off your viewers now do we, doll?" He taunted, his lips ghosting over yours, you slapped his face lightly, turning away in a faux huff.

2. "IT GOT SO MUCH WORSE..."

"Alright Harry," you smiled at the younger man as you and Cal walked over to the table he was sitting at. A view of the beautiful Mykonos beach stretched past you all.

Before he could reply Callum's voice echoed, his camera pointing towards the three of you, "just hooked up with them again, apparently there was some interesting stories that happened last night." He sat across from you and Cal, who you were practically on top of. "Aw what an adorable pair of lovebirds!"

"Shut it, Lux," Cal groaned back. You sending him the middle finger

Callum only laughed in return and placed his camera in front of him and Harry. "I come to my senses at six, thirty am. So I'm outside, didn't even know how I got there." Harry continued to tell the story of how he had drunkenly let himself into a random man's villa.

"Even worse, he was in nothing but his boxers," Cal chuckled, making Harry groan embarrassedly.

"So, I'm like alright, Freezy will save me! So I run upstairs, bang on his door for a bit." He explained.

"Aye, then I answer the door and that shred of innocence I had left fucked off. The only man I should see in such a lack of clothes is Cal!" You butted in, making Cal red in the face And Callum burst out laughing.

"Yeah, so I end up sleeping in their bathtub with a towel over me, Y/N was nice enough to lend me a pillow." Harry finished his story.

"Sure I'm such a gem," you laughed, leaning on top of Cal, who only kissed your forehead in return.

3. "How I bitched Calfreezy"

You and Cal were making a storytime of how your relationship came about, at about 6 minutes in footage of Cal's vlog from the unexpected night started playing.

"Is that the real KSI!" Cal exclaimed in faux shock, his plastic cup half full of beer swishing about in his hand.

"Ah, Yes! It is I! The KSI!" His friend states in return, waving his arms about in a drunken manner, accidentally hitting a girl behind him.

It was you, you were that girl.

You whipped your head around in an irritated sense, "Watch it! I'm trying to drink over her!"

Cal laughed in response, "sorry love!"

"Don't sorry love me," you quipped. Before turning back to your girlfriends, "what a fud, honestly," you mumbled to them.

4. THE ROAST OF THE SIDEMEN

"Hello, hello. If you don't already know me, shame on you. But I am Y/N L/N-" You began, standing at the podium before getting interrupted by your boyfriend in the crowd.

"Freezy! Y/N Freezy!"

You smiled while rolling your eyes, "we'll talk once you put a ring on it."

Everyone in the crowd laughed giddily at your roasts, picking off each member one by one.

"Honestly Harry, I don't know what's a bigger misfortune for you, your love life or your intense drug issues. I mean they probably go hand in hand, no one wants to get in and about a druggie." You stated, earning cackles from Ethan and JJ.

"That's my girl everyone!" Your boyfriend shouted out yet again from the crowd.

"Like a said previously, put a ring on it babe!"

5. THE ROAST OF THE SIDEMEN

It was Cal's shot at the sidemen, lets just say that boy had both no filter and no mercy. The best and decided cutest roast by fans was when he reached Simon.

"My girl also wants a ring, the kind you put on her finger. I think Talia is wanting a different ring for you." He grinned, shooting you a smile.

"Aye Freezy, when's my ring coming?" You shouted to him.

He chuckled in response, "hope you realise that you also have to spend your life with me, not just get a ring."

"Better be getting 2 rings then!"

He scoffed, "that is the whole point of engagement and marriage, darling."

6. is he proposing or did he just...

You had seen those tiktoks floating about your for-you-page for at least a month now, them always ending happily. As if on cue Cal decided to book a last-minute getaway to Rome.

Is he proposing or did he just give me his bank card and tell me to get my nails redone? You were walking into your kitchen when Cal stopped you, "babe!" He called.

"Yeah, what's up?" You answered, puzzled.

He handed you his bank card, "go get your nails done for Rome!"

You looked at him sort of suspiciously, but you weren't one to pass up on an opportunity to get your nails done.

Is he proposing or did he just tell me to pack my favourite dress for Rome? You were sat going through all the clothes in your closet, putting together outfits for your holiday when Cal walked in.

"Bring your favourite dress with you." He stated.

You tilted your head to the side, "why?"

"I booked that really fancy restaurant you haven't shut up about for the past 6 months." His answer made you jump up and hug him, chanting 'thankyou's. "Anything for my girl.

Is he proposing or did he just want to take me on an impulsive trip? Cal was walking with both of your cases in front of you as you sorted out your passports. Every time you flew he would deal with luggage and you would deal with the documents. You both knew that Cal was way to risky to have both passports and boarding passes.

"Can we go get drinks after security?" You asked as you joined to line to luggage check-in.

"Obviously."

Is he proposing or did he just buy me a brand-new bracelet as soon as we got to Rome? Cal dragged you into an authentic jewellers, eyes darting straight to the bracelets.

"What wrist do you usually wear your bracelets?" He asked, odd question.

"My right."

He hummed in response, "maybe you should switch things up and put it on your left."

Is he proposing or did he just take me to the most high-end restaurant in Rome? You giggled like a child who was going into a sweet shop as you approached the restaurant.

"Are you excited darling?" He asked, slightly tensely.

"Of course!" You practically squealed in response, "why? Are you not?"

He smiled softly at your confused demeanour, "Why wouldn't I be?"

He proposed.

7. SIDEMEN TINDER IN REAL LIFE (UK YOUTUBE EDITION)

Cal's face dropped when the next girl walked into the studio, you.

He first looked to the camera, then you, then the boys behind him. "Who's idea was it to put my fucking girlfriend in this?" He yelled before the camera cut off.

Cal walked forward towards you, a coin in his hand. "If I flip a coin, what are the chances I get head?"

This made you burst out laughing, "naw, lets switch this up, shall we? What are the odds I get head?"

8. We revered the tinder in real life ft. the sidemen

"Now if Cal swipes right to any girl who gives him a shite line I will not hesitate to two-foot him." You stated to the line of your friends.

You smiled as he strutted in as if he was on a catwalk, adding a little spin when he reached the board.

"Hello I'm CalFreezy, I'm 25 years old and I'm from London." He introduced himself.

You walked up to him first, "Hello, I'm Y/N L/N, I'm 24 years old and I'm from Glasgow." He chuckled silently, acting as if he wasn't aware of every little thing about you.

"Hello Y/N," he grinned.

"You're hot I would leave my fiancé for you." You stated, all your friends, including Cal, started to laugh uncontrollably.

"Just get out of here!" He laughed, his arm indicating to the left.

You huffed and stomped away, "my own fiancé, what a dick."

#lou writes fanfic #calfreezy x reader #calfreezy imagine #sidemen imagine #sidemen x reader #Spotify

[user2772636]

Douzième Fille

12th girl

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A new task; Kidnap some frogs and a film to get an hour study session with the Annick Sabiani. Things are still unstable with Joseph. Maybe Callum could help. Your fear of hopping creatures makes a boy forget what went wrong.

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Joseph Descamps x Reader

Warning: frogs (whoevers scared of them), swearing, boys being boys, angst

Also, yes, I do know harry potter, I was in both that and the marauders fandom (esp marauders)

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Chapter six: Mischief Managed

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"Sophia Loren is so beautiful." We look up at a movie poster, stating that only eighteen above can watch.

"What about Brigitte Bardot?"

"My mother says she's vulgar."

"Apparently, we can sneak in through the back door." Simone points towards the cinema.

"How do you know that?" I ask her, curious.

"A boy told me." It's definitely Jean Pierre.

"Is it Eugène?" Oh, Michèle.

"No, it wasn't." Simone shakes her head, and she's basically telling the truth.

We turn a corner. "You think I'll meet him someday?" Michèle asks Simone. I glance at the dark haired girl, worry spreading in me.

"Who?"

"Eugène."

"I don't know."

I stay quiet, a one-eyed boy in the back of my mind.

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Students enter through Voltaire High's gates and head inside the building.

I sit in the very front of my class, tapping a pencil against the table, anxiously waiting for my score.

"Pardine, 10." I sigh in relief, scanning the paper.

Frogs croak loudly throughout the room, making me shiver in fear. Small, slimy, hopping creatures were not my thing.

"And finally, Miss Sabiani, 12." Laubrac claps his hands, followed by the class. Annick has been glowing, much more social and vibrant. Good for her, comparing her old self to now.

I look back at my score, sighing. I could've done better. Could've gotten a twelve like Annick. I clench my jaw, disappointed.

Then, for the first time of many times today, a paper plane lands on my table. I furrow my brows, turning around to see who could've done it. None of them look suspicious, but Joseph looks nice. Too nice. And he's wearing green.

I turn back around, not knowing if I was flushed because of anger or because of him. Probably both. Annoyingly, both.

"Tomorrow, we'll all be dissecting frogs." My stomach reacts badly, making me gag silently.

Sure, frogs weren't my cup of tea, but dissecting them? I wouldn't even wish death on Joseph. Though, a part of me knows hatred isn't the reason for this.

I have noticed today that Joseph's been gloomy. He's off, and obviously not in a good way. His eyes that were once lit by its own sun dims down like when a storm approaches. And he's not smiling. I miss his smile.

No, I don't. I don't and won't miss anything. He hates me, and I guess I hate him, too. He decides to talk shit about me? The audacity of that man. I wish I could just grab his neck and strangle him and look at him and see his fucking pretty lips turn into a smile-

That god-awful smile. It ruined me. And I hate his smile. I hate it. I hate him.

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We're all gathered up in the courtyard, discussing our grades, when suddenly, boys started crowding near Annick. I overhear what they say.

"One hour with Annick!"

I furrow my eyebrows. One hour? That's what they're freaking out about? Well, it was Annick, and they were boys, so I guess I shouldn't be too confused.

"Hey, what's happening?" I walk up to Pichon, and he looks startled as he sees me.

"Annick is giving out an hour private lesson if someone steals the frogs and the film from English earlier for her." Pichon stutters out.

This morning, in English class, we watched a movie called "To Kill A Mockingbird", the film adaptation of the book. I guess Annick liked it so much that she wants someone to steal it for her.

In the corner of my eye, a tall blonde's wafting his arms in the air. I had a sudden question.

"Hey, do you have any idea why Applebaum stopped talking to me? I know it was from long ago, but I sometimes wonder what happened." Pichon pales, and my brows pinch together.

"You know how Applebaum's glasses went missing?"

I nod, remembering the day at the gym.

"Well, that was Descamps. After that, he came up to us and threatened Applebaum's eye if he went to talk to you again. Applebaum whined for hours to us after that. He said he lost his chance at the only girl who's ever given him one."

I chuckle absentmindedly, shocked at the new information. Then, I turn angry.

"Descamps, did that? Why? Why would he want Applebaum away from me?" Pichon scans my face, trying to see if I'm serious or not.

"You really don't know?" I shrug, suddenly embarrassed. Pichon scoffs. "He's in love with you, that's why. Even when he looked like he hated you, from how I saw it, he was so in love it turned him into a mad man. I always caught him looking at you or being near you, even if it was a hundred feet away. Wherever you were, he was, too." It's my turn to scoff.

"He doesn't love me. He hates me. I caught him in the halls, talking about me to his friends and saying I was too clingy." My heart shatters in my chest as I recall that moment.

"Wait. How could he say you were clingy?"

"We've hung out the past few days. He's stayed the night the day before I heard him call me that."

"What? You let him stay the night?"

"Yes? What's wrong with that? We're friends. Or atleast we were."

"Oh my god, no offence, but how could you be so daft? You love him, too!" Pichon says a little too loudly, making the courtyard glance at us before returning to their own conversations.

"I don't! Now keep your voice down, or I'll rip them off." I whisper-shout at him.

"You even talk like him." I roll my eyes at his conclusion.

"Anyways, don't be delusional. He doesn't love me, actually, quite the opposite, and I don't love him. That's that." There's a lace of disappointment in my voice, but I cover it up with a stiff face.

Pichon raises both his hands in mock surrender. "Whatever you say." He walks away, a smile dancing on his lips. I scoff.

He doesn't know what the hell he's talking about.

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I lean against the wall facing Michèle as we wait for Simone in the toilet.

"So?" Michèle calls out to the door.

"Yes, it's my period." The door opens, and Simone walks out. She closes the door.

"Is there a stain on your skirt?" Simone checks.

"No. But my underwear's ruined. The rest is fine. I put toilet paper" I notice how messy she looked. I comb her hair out with my fingers. She grabs her things from Michèle.

"You should go to the nurse, Simone." I tell her, worried.

"Yeah, my aunt will have pads." Michèle interjects.

"No, I'll be fine." I puff out my cheeks at her stubbornness, but dismiss it.

We start to walk, but after only a few steps, Simone clutches on her stomach.

"You definitely need to go to the nurse." She shakes her head.

"You poor thing." Michèle says as we continue to walk.

Once we make it out the door to the courtyard, Pichon pops out of nowhere. I squint at him, still pressed about earliers conversation. He just smiles at me.

"Michèle." He says. "Can I ask you a favour?"

"Sure." Michèle responds, walking down the steps with us.

"Do you know where your uncle keeps his keys? There must be spares. Y/N needs them, too." I raise my eyebrows in surprise at the bold question. Then I remember the Annick situation. I nod along.

A voice butts in. "Hey, are you nuts?" It's Dupin. "Don't involve the dean's niece." He's leaning against the wall with his hand on it, legs crossed. "She's gonna snitch."

"What's he talking about?" Simone asks.

"Oh no, not again." Pichon looks between us and Dupin then walks away. I look at him confused.

Michèle walks down to Dupin. "You think I'm a suck up because I'm the dean's niece?"

"Yes." I know that voice all too well. I look at Joseph, and we lock eyes. I scan his face. Nothing's changed much, but it feels like something did. He glares at me then stares baack at Michèle.

"Let's go, guys." Simone says, walking down the steps. Michèle follows, but I stay.

"I heard about what you told Pichon and Applebaum." I walk the down the steps, looking up at his towering figure. He glances at Dupin and his friend, nodding them to go somewhere else. They follow.

"What about it?" He tilts his head at me, hand in his pockets.

"Why are you threatening Applebaum's eye if he looks at me?" His jaw clenches.

He pauses. "Why not?"

"Why not?" I chuckle half heartedly. "Why not?"

"Did I stutter?" Wow, since when did he have sass?

"You're an asshole, okay? First, you talk shit about me to your friends, talk shit about my friends, then I'm now just finding out you threatened Applebaum?" I raise my eyebrows at this, disappointment seething through my teeth.

"Well, that's just life, isn't it?" What the fuck is wrong with him?

"What the fuck do you even mean? We were so close, Jo- Descamps. We were friends, didn't you think?" I stutter at saying his name, embarrassment coating my cheeks.

"Back to last name basis?" There's disappointment in his tone, but I somehow catch his eye glancing down at my lips. I flush more.

"Yeah. Why not?" I mock his words, jutting my head forward.

"Alright, Pardine. If that's what you want." He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. He's starting to piss me off.

"I didn't fucking want us to stop being friends. We had to because, for some reason, it's only now that I remembered you're an asshole."

"Whatever." He scoffs out.

"Fine." I stepped closer. I already feel his warmth.

"Fine." He steps closer. He smells the same. I wish things were still the same.

"Fuck you." That's the last thing I say before walking away, feeling his stare on my back.

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"Stealing Herman's frogs and Couret's movie? Did Annick cast a spell on them?" I exclaim, raising my arms. Michèle and Simone follow behind me.

"And Dupin calling me a snitch. I may be the dean's niece, but I'm no rat." Michèle says over my shoulder. I nod in agreement.

I glance at Simone, seeing her clutching her stomach. "You okay?"

"I'm fine." She answers simply, face grimacing.

"You should I ask my aunt to write you a note and go home." Michèle says as she rubs Simone's arm.

"You think?" Me and Michèle nod.

"Okay. I have to go to the bathroom. It's soaked already." I nod again and lead Simone to the bathroom door.

"Michèle." I stop in my heels as Simone turns to Michèle. "You should steal the frogs. That'll shut them up." We continue to walk.

I lead Simone down the staircase, her one hand gripping mine and the other on the rails.

"Are you okay, Ms. Palladino?" Ms. Couret says, looking up at the both of us.

Simone talks to Ms. Couret and I excuse myself. Before I leave, Simone looks at me, glancing at Ms. Couret. I remember the film then nod at Simone. She nods back. I go all the way down the stairs, going out to the courtyard and on my way to the gate.

This morning, Callum called. He told me he had some news. When I asked why he chose lunch time to tell me, all he said was it was so important that he wanted to tell me face to face, and as soon as he was on his lunch break. So, naturally, I agreed.

I see the Thunderbird from a distance, its colour eye catching. A tall frame with messy brown curls exits the car, making his way to me, a bouquet of flowers in hand.

"Good afternoon, beautiful." I roll my eyes at the name, smiling. He simply chuckles. I walk out the gate. He hands me the bouquet.

"What is it?" I ask, implying the news he wanted to tell me.

"Not even a hello? I'm hurt." I stick my tongue out to him. "Anyways, how do you feel about Paris?" My ears perk up at the mention of the city.

"Paris? I miss the place. Why do you ask?" My heart beats in excitement, not knowing what to expect.

"Well, the people loved you so much. The company that released the magazine contacted me to get to you." I raise my eyebrows as he pauses. He furrows his.

"You don't get it? They want you in Paris by summer because they want you to model! Like, professionally." My eyes blow wide open and I gape in surprise. My mouth open and closes, not knowing what to say.

"Callum." I stutter out. "Please don't lie."

"I'm not." Tears rim my eyes, and I blink them away.

"I swear Callum if you're lying-"

"I'm not! I swear on my life." He laughs, his breath blowing on my face.

"Fuck, Callum." I give him a hug, wrapping my arms around his torso, gripping him to stay upright, my mind unable to grasp whether this was real or not.

He wraps his arms around my shoulders, rubbing my back and kissing my hair. "You deserve this. I'm so proud of you."

I pull away from his chest, dried streams of quiet tears on my face. Callum still wipes them away.

"Let me take you out tonight." My heart sort of drops. I can't, I tell myself. Why can't I? Then, a one-eyed boy is in my mind again. Oh. I grip my bouquet.

"Sure." Joseph wouldn't care. I then realised that he probably never did. Whatever, it's fine. But really, it isn't. I shouldn't be thinking about him, I should be thinking about the fact people want me to model for real.

But I can't help it. There's a boy in front of me, a modelling opportunity, and a dinner to look out for tonight, but all I can think about is him.

Him and his ash coloured hair, eyes that change colour in the light, smile that makes my heart clentch in my chest, and his lips. His beautiful, plump, pink lips.

Then I look up at Callum, and he looks at me the way Joseph once did. And I crumble internally, realising how much this beautiful boy will break when he finds out how I feel about someone else.

Joseph never loved me. I don't think he did. I felt used, hurt, and betrayed after what I witnessed. And what's funny is the fact that after that incident, that's when I realised I loved him. I love him.

I love Callum, too. But the way I feel for Joseph, it's different. And it's too bad I realised I loved him and that he hated me too late. I can't help but love him anyway.

That's the thing with love, though. When you realise you feel it, you can't let go. The way it feels is so different, you're too scared to let it go because you don't know when or if you'll ever feel it again.

"I'll pick you up at 6?"

A pause.

"Sure."

××《☆》××

My footsteps echo through the halls, too loud, in my opinion. I follow Michèle, her eyes glancing at me from time to time. I guard the door as she walks in and grabs both of the needed keys.

She gives me my set, whispers good luck, and walks to her room. I part to mine.

I quickly unlock the room and close it behind me, a quiet click sounding around the empty class. The film was situated at the table, leaning against some books. It looked like it was meant to be stolen.

Then I hear footsteps shuffling outside. I get under the table, trying to figure out the noise. It was too flat to be heels, and it was too heavy to be a woman. It sounded like thudding than clicking. Then the door opens, and I see brown oxfords. I know those oxfords. They've been in my flat before.

I get up from my spot, accidentally hitting my head on the edge of the table. Hard.

"Shit, Y/N. Are you okay?" Descamps sprints over to me, hands cupping my head and inspecting the hit area.

"It's Pardine to you, Descamps. And no, do I look okay?" I push his hands away, fixing my hair and dress. I look up at him, and he's already looking at me.

"What now?" I groan, crossing my arms. Descamps raises his brows, crossing his arms, too.

"You think you're the only one who wants to get the film?" He bends down to reach my height. I flush at the proximity.

"I certainly was here first."

"Well, too fucking bad, because I have it now." He snatches the film of the table. I grunt, trying to grab it. He lifts it over his head, stretching his arm. He's smiling. How much I hate that smile.

"Fuck you, Descamps." I push him off, making my way to the door. There's footsteps outside again. I stumble backwards.

"Go, go, go!" I nudge Descamps to the table, planning to get under it again. Our knees push against each other as we try to fit in the small area. A couple of swears and names were silently thrown around but were silenced when the door opened slowly.

I held my breath as Descamps did. I absentmindedly grip his calf, and his hand was gripping mine. In other circumstances, he'd be whispering reassurances in my ear, holding me close with his arms, and kissing my head 'till I calmed down.

This wasn't one of those circumstances.

After a while, there was a snore. I furrow my eyebrows. Snoring? I slowly come out of the nook, not before Descamps pulls me back down and asks me what I'm doing. I shush him, going back up slowly. His hand is still gripping mine. It feels the same as it did all those other times.

I make it to the edge of the table, and across the room, one of the janitors was sitting on a class chair, snoring the afternoon away.

I sigh in relief, coming back down to Descamps. He raises his brows at me.

"So?"

"He's dead asleep."

"Do we stay here 'till he leaves?" I think about it for a moment.

"I guess. It'd be too risky to leave. The door's too loud."

"Fuck. I guess I'm stuck here with you." He rolls his eye. The audacity.

"Hey, I'm not the one talking shit about my friend." He scowls at me.

"Well, I'm not the one who's fucking assuming."

We argue whisper shouting.

"I saw you! And I heard you!"

"You don't know why I was saying that!"

"I know exactly why! You hate me!" That makes him shut up.

"What?"

"You hate me, Descamps."

"Why would you even think that?" There's a tone I can't tell. Like he's hurt, or in disbelief, or in denial.

"Because you're-" He cuts me off.

"Why would I ever hate you?" He squints at me a bit, voice wavering.

"You-" He cuts me off again.

"I could never hate you." Tears brim my eyes at his words. I look at him quietly.

"Stop lying, Descamps." My voice breaks.

"I-" He sighs, looking down at his lap.

I sniffle, wiping my nose. I turn around, back against his clamped legs. And he stays still. We've done this before. Except my back was against his chest, and he was combing my hair with his fingers.

"And Annick." I feel him tense.

"What about her?" I scoff in disbelief.

"You're doing this for her, right?" I turn my head, not really looking at him.

"What? Oh, no, of course not. I was here because Pichon told me, or really I made him tell me that you-" His voice gets cut off and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"That I what?" I urge him to continue. Incoherent noises come from the back of his throat, stuttering against his teeth. He sighs, wiping his palms on the cloth of his knees.

"That you were coming here." It comes out as a mumble, and I almost didn't hear it from the way my heart was thumping and blocking my hearing.

"Why would you care?" There's a pause again, and it's suffocating.

"So that I'll know how easy it'll be to get it before you do." I snap my head forward, looking at the blank wood of the table.

A few seconds pass by. I hear his voice again.

"What about you? Why do you want an hour with Annick?" I keep my head straight this time while talking.

"I need to keep up with her." I shrug simply.

"Why? You're already doing so well in class." I flush at the compliment, but shake my head.

"Well, I could do better." I sigh deeply, seemingly annoyed at the question. I still want him talking to me, though.

"I mean, sure, but isn't it draining?" My hearing blurs for a second at the question.

"Of course it is." I keep my answer plain, but my voice breaks. I hear his heavy breathing.

"You know that I know how much you study. Even if we're... not so close as we were before, I still think you should take a break."

A memory comes to mind. I lean over my books on my bed, writing notes on the pages. Feet thumping against wood floors doesn't break my focus, but a hand caressing my back does. I still remembered the way he whispered against my ear, telling me to take a break. The way he cupped my hand to stop it from writing. The way that the bed dipped as he sat down and wrapped his arms around my waist. How much I missed those nights.

"You know, I used to fake studying so you could come close." I blurt out, not caring what I say anymore.

He doesn't respond immediately. "Yeah?" I hum in response.

"I used to make every excuse to come close." I shiver at the confession, wishing I could turn back time to every moment he came close and held me.

"It's too bad you're an asshole." He chuckles.

"Really is too bad."

I guess that was where the conversation ended, though I'm not sure, but after a while, we hear the janitor get up and leave. I slowly come out of the hiding spot, dusting my dress again.

Before I leave the room, a hand grabs my wrist. I don't turn around, but suddenly, my hands clasp a rectangular object. Descamps drops my hand and leaves.

When the door closes, I just stare at it. Then, I raise my hand. The film was in it.

××《☆》××

I walk with Pichon to the alley, watching familiar faces look at us. I avoid Descamps' gaze, focusing on Michèle and smiling at her.

"There they are!" One of them calls out.

"So?"

"We've got them." Pichon answers, dropping the bag. I hand the film to Annick, leaning into her ear.

"Descamps did it. Give him the hour." I purse my lips, then walk away from her. She turns her head to Descamps, and I'm too scared to see if she looks at him the way I used to. Well, really, I still do.

I walk to Michèle, smiling at her. Then I look at Applebaum.

He hasn't changed much, and when he catches me staring, he turns as red as his name and looks away. I laugh a little, then start to feel bad about the fact that Descamps had threatened him. I'll talk to him about it later.

We all lean and look at Pichon as he opens the pouch, frogs hopping out of it. I yelp, trying to get away from them.

"It only took five minutes?" Dupin asks.

"He's smarter than all of you." Laubrac answers.

"Can't wait to see Herman's face."

They start to grab the frogs and chase each other with it. Dupin lifts it up to my face, and I yelp, running away.

Strong arms lift me off the ground, the familiar scent of cigarettes and expensive cologne fill my senses.

"Come on, go chase Felbec or something. Not her." Dupin nods and runs elsewhere.

He gently places me on the ground again, cupping my face.

"You okay?" He whispers. I nod.

"Don't talk to Applebaum. I saw you looking at him. I know you know that I threatened him, it's only because he's a fucking weirdo and you know it. Please." He reads me too well. I nod again.

"Thanks. Now go home." He pulls his hands away, grabbing another cigarette.

I stumble backwards, walking away fully.

Almost halfway home, I remember leaving something. It was a tie I accidentally dropped when Descamps lifted me off the ground. It was pretty special, so I went back for it.

Turning to the now golden lit alley, my feet stutter to a stop when I see Descamps against the wall, some girl from school splayed over him, her hand on his chest and lips close to his.

The garbage rattles and their heads turn to me. I make a run for it, leaving the tie to be forgotten.

I should've known. He never loved me. He always hated me. Since when were they even hanging out? What if they were together the whole time? I gag at the thought.

I hate him. I hate him so much. But I don't.

Fuck, this hurts.

××《☆》××

End- Chapter six: Mischief Managed

Next- Chapter seven: Salvatore

××《☆》××

So that took SUCH A LONG TIME. Um very angsty good or very angsty bad? Idk if I spell checked or grammar checked this well, so if u see smth, dm me PLS

Also for the F1 fans, ik im late w news, but 1-2 ferrari, carlos pole after appendix got removed, ferrari and mclaren top 4 domination, hamilton and verstappen dnf, george flipping over on the middle of the track, and fernando alonso getting p1 for a few minutes. Austrailia GP will always be wild.

HAPPY READING!!! 6/10 CHAPTERS DONE

#joseph descamps #joseph descamps x reader #mixte1963 #michèle magnan #simone palladino #jean pierre magnan #alain laubrac #reader insert #fanfic #enemies to lovers #angst #fluff #love triangle #slow burn

[raayllum]

Do you have any favourite underrated Rayllum moments (either in the show or in the novels, graphic novels etc) ??

Oh so many!! I was a S1 shipper as well so I've always had the goggles on, which will undoubtedly influence this list (we're talking the littlest of the little moments) - novel quotes are in quotations

Callum glancing back to look at her in 1x03 when she stays behind to battle the smoke wolves

His happy little face when she's 'faced her fears' in 1x05 after they go down the waterfall

Literally every scene between them in 1x06 (which along with 1x05 and 1x04 are the Foundational Rayllum Eps, to me) + bonus shout out to Rayla winking at him twice while she's stretching

Callum admitting to her face that he was so distracted by her / thinking about her that he forgot the food they needed to live

Rayla teasing him in 1x07 just as an excuse to get all up in his space (like seriously, she's not nearly as touchy-feely with Ezran by any means)

"Everyone else started up the mountain, but Callum lingered. 'Are you okay?'"

"And for some reason, she found she wanted to share what she'd seen with Callum, even if she didn't tell anyone else."

"Rayla was now one of the best friends Callum had ever had."

The way Callum trails off for a split second with "She's more like a..." in 2x02 cause he isn't sure what to say / is considering it for probably the first time

Rayla not only admitting that she's scared of hurting him (at all) but that she's scared of hurting him to another Moonshadow elf, even though Moonshadow elves aren't supposed to show fear, ever

Callum being like "yeah we'll walk around an Entire Sea for you" and not caring at all about how long it'd take, only for 5 minutes later when they're going with the boat plan to be like "getting somewhere faster matters!!" like you love Rayla so much it makes you look stupid

Rayla taking his bag from him in 2x04

Rayla briefly cradling the back of his head as she lays him down in 2x08

How Callum stares at her and just her as she leads him into the canyon in 2x09, only looking around at their surroundings instead of at her when she indicates for him too

Callum forgetting that Sol Regem, the giant dragon actively trying to kill them, is even there because he's so focused on trying to get to Rayla after she's caught in the rockslide in 3x01

The teasing/admiring looks they exchange over the whole fart flower thing. They're best friends <33

The little smile she gives him in 3x05 after she's helped pull him up the ambler

The tiny smile they hold and exchange in 3x07 after their mock flirting as they continue walking up the Storm Spire

Eating from the same plate and wearing matching jammies / sharing room(s) in Through the Moon

That one panel where they're walking to see Allen and Callum's eyes are closed while he happily talks about something and Rayla's smiling and listening? Lives rent fucking free in my head. Encapsulates everything I imagine for post-war/everything Rayllum. 10/10, one of the panels of All Time, to me

Callum touching his arm once she lets go during their reunion in 4x03, boy was down bad immediately

Callum leaning over in between shots (in the background) like his life fucking depends on it to see if Rayla is going to come along on their trip with Ezran or not in early 4x04

Callum's face falling in 4x05 when they're talking on the Pinnacle only when Rayla says "Last time I was here, I leapt to my certain death"

All their little glances (particularly in 4x05 and 4x06) in S4 - mad or talking or not, they're still each other's person and slip right back into their old routines

Rayla looking to him silently for reassurance in 4x06 and the way Callum nods and gives it to her automatically. It's so sweet <33

How much Rayla plays with her hair around him in 4x07 like girl please

How consistently smiley Callum is in 5x01 despite the fact nothing's really gone right for them because Rayla is back and he's fully letting himself be happy about it for the first time, it's such day-and-night to how he is in S4

Callum having drawn Stella in his sketchbook at some point before 5x02 is so cute to me

The way Callum watches her hands and gestures in 5x04 so attentively when she's starting to open up

Rayla holding and handing his staff and bag to him as they're leaving the Bookery in 5x04

All of Rayla tending to him and helping him in 5x07, her hand braced along his back and/or on his shoulder

Him being a massive fucking loser and stumbling over in 5x09 so unsteadily bc he just Has to hold her hand like sir. s i r

#rayllum #thanks for asking #multi

[blitzendoggo]

O' Lily of My Valley

Glib has seen his love grow old too many times, he just wishes there was a way to keep him around.

Goodbid/Glib (3583 words) TW: Lots of Death Talk

~~

Glib is old. Not physically, he stopped aging a millennia ago, but mentally.

He’s seen cities rise and fall, walked the streets of plague-ridden villages, and held the hands of dying soldiers who were shot in a war they never wanted to fight. He’s known the corrupt rulers who are too arrogant to fear death, the coughs of children too young to understand what it truly means to die, and young men who call out for their mother on their death bed, only to meet him. He’s buried everyone in his family, all the people he grew up with, and all of their kids several times over.

He was the first to become a God, and he was just unlucky enough to become the permanently immortal God of Death, doomed to walk Vontral alone.

Except he’s not quite alone.

Sure, there’s Callum, the insane God of Dreams, but there is also a certain half-elf mortal who gets reincarnated every 200 years, and always seems to come back with an infatuation with death.

“Those are bad for you, you know,” Glib says as he pulls his hood off his head, his brown hair falling limply in front of his deep green eyes while he steps out of the darkness from beside the man. The setting sun casts long shadows across the buildings, giving an ethereal, almost spooky look.

“So you’ve said,” the mustached man says nonchalantly. He’s leaned against a brick building in Bowenburg, watching the mostly empty streets while blowing smoke from a cigar that hangs loosely from his lips. His eyes stay transfixed on the unaware people in front of them, unbothered. He knew Glib would come to him.

The god scowls as he grabs the cigar from his mouth and puts it in his own, sliding to stand next to the taller man. The smoke fills his mouth and floods his airless lungs before he lets it slowly seep from his mouth like a dragon. “I mean it, it’ll fucking kill you,” he growls.

“Death doesn’t scare me,” he says cheekily.

“I should,” Glib says snappily. “Most people are fuckin’ terrified of me.”

“Well, I’m not most people, now am I?” he shoots back, mirth twinkling in his coal-black eyes.

For a moment, Glib considers telling him everything, the reincarnations, the old love, the lifelong relationships, all of it, but he stops. “No, no you aren’t,” he settles on instead.

“Besides,” the half-elf begins slowly, grabbing the cigar back from the god, “An early death just means eternity with you sooner.”

“Goodbid,” Glib growls, though all his previous names sit heavy on his tongue. Lawrence is always the first to come to his mind because it was the first, followed by Naethan, Plutos, and Milburn, but this time it’s Goodbid. Johnny B. Goodbid. “You’d be with me for eternity anyway, why are you fuckin’ wasting the time you have among your friends and family.”

“My family won’t talk to me no more, not since I began workin’ in your bidness,” Goodbid brushes off easily. “And Mr. Goodbid works alone, I ain’t got friends other than Death himself.”

Glib growls, but knows there’s no way to convince the half-elf. There never is. “Why are you here anyway? Aren’t your stomping grounds Riftreach and east of it?”

“Yeah, but I heard a rumor of this dope ass horse that walks the town at night.” The taller looks at him with a cheesy grin. “And I want him.”

“Her,” Glib corrects, “And you can’t be serious, you came all the way out here to try to catch a horse?”

“What? I’m a man of style and that white horse is stylin’!” Goodbid jokes. He snuffs the end of his cigar on the brick wall as the sun disappears over the horizon.

“Let me get this straight, your plan is to what? Stake out here until a pretty white pony comes prancing through town and then you are going to try and what? Catch her?” he questions, his irritation at the plan slipping into his words.

He has to admit that it does sound like something that he would do.

Every iteration of him always loved horses, and Milburn, the reincarnation before Goodbid, had a gorgeous brown and white horse that he lost on the coast just east of Bowenburg. The horse was given to him by his father the Friday before his death, so Milburn named her Friday and treated her like royalty, often better than he even treated himself, so losing her was the worst thing imaginable for him. For nearly ten full years, Milburn searched for that horse day and night, begging Glib every night to promise him that Friday hadn’t died yet and that there was still time. The search for her killed the half-elf, but the horse never did die. Well. The horse, unless she gained immortality through magical means, died sometime after Milburn, but Glib pointedly refused to check because an angry part of him would try to take his wrath out on an innocent horse who got spooked in the middle of the night and ran off.

Distantly, Glib wonders if Goodbid’s infatuation with this infamous white horse is the past echoing through him.

“Hey now,” the mustached man begins, bringing the shorter out of his train of thought, “I thought you promised me you ain’t a mind reader!”

“Goodbid,” Glib groans, using a bit of irritation to mask the fear that he would lose this reincarnation to horse hunting as well.

He laughs. “What? I think it’s an excellent plan, thank ya very much.”

The Death God levels a flat look at him before shaking his head and stepping back towards the shadows, drawing his hood up.

“She doesn’t come out until about two,” Glib explains. “You might want to sleep until then.”

Without hesitation Goodbid sits down in the alleyway with his back to the brick wall.

“What- no- I meant-” the Death God sputters.

“I ain’t gonna spend money on a bed if I’ll just have to kill the staff that sees me,” Goodbid, ever the penny pincher and hitman, reasons. “I ain’t exactly supposed to be in Bowenburg.”

“And the better option is to just sleep in the alleyway?” Glib questions, gesturing to the many ways that he could be spotted and captured.

Goodbid just smiles up at him. “But my guardian angel wouldn’t let that happen, would he?” he asks cheekily, already settling against the wall and closing his eyes.

“I’m not your fucking guardian angel!” the shorter retorts, but it doesn’t come out as hostile as he intended it to.

“Then why are you always here for me?” Goodbid questions, sleep edging into his voice.

Glib is silent for several minutes, as he watches the other’s chest rise and fall until it evens out into sleep before he answers. “Because you’ve always been here for me.”

Despite himself, the human mutters a small spell that would redirect anyone’s attention away from the alley, fulfilling his role as guardian angel as he settles against the opposite wall, alternating between watching the half-elf sleep and watching the empty streets of the college town.

A chill settles in the air after a while, causing Glib to drape his cloak over the sleeping man to keep him from shivering in his dreams before he tilts his head back and bathes in the cold air as it blows across his icy skin. He lets his eyes drift up to the sky and traces over the stars that have been named and renamed by every new generation of scholars.

He thinks about old times when he and Lawerence- no, it was Naethan then- used to star gaze. The half-elf would name the stars and constellations easily before asking Glib for their old names, and in every language the old god could think of.

He stares silently at the sky until his mind inevitably wanders into the song that seems to live within his brain.

“Lily, o’ lily of my valley won’t you stay the summer long?” he sings softly, remembering the first time he sang it to Goodbid.

“Fall leaves me tired and winter is cold without the sweet ring of your bells to keep my body warm.”

Although he had been Plutos at the time.

“Your lips are poison and your love leaves me dizzy, o’ lily of my valley, won’t you just kiss me?”

He had been so nervous to show him the words, worried he’d understand what it actually meant.

“Summer grows near, your time comes to an end, and until springtime, I can’t kiss you again.”

But Plutos was none the wiser.

“Lily, o’ lily of my valley can’t you stay this summer long?”

He had asked Glib to sing it to him whenever he was upset, like a lullaby.

“Lily, o’ lily of my valley, I will miss you while you’re gone.”

And he had it sung to him on his deathbed.

“Beautiful song,” Goodbid says groggily as he sits up, causing Glib to jump.

“Jesus!” he hisses.

“Nope, just Goodbid, but I’ll give it to ya, Mr. Death, you were pretty close,” Goodbid teases.

Glib swallows the uneasy feeling of being called “Mr. Death,” but it’s not like this Goodbid knows any better. Glib stopped telling them his name in hopes that one day he would remember on his own.

“What time is it, anyway?” the half-elf asks, stretching like a cat, the Death God’s cloak pooling in his lap as it falls off his shoulders. “Do I got time to catch a few more Z’s?”

Glib looks back to the sky, tracking the moon. “No, your internal clock was fucking spot on,” the Death God mutters. “It’s nearly 2 a.m. exactly.”

“Well, hot-diggity-dog!” he says with a manic grin. “Well, let’s get on movin’!” He stands up, straightening his clothes and mustache as he throws the cloak back over the short man.

“Mustache, do you even have a clue where you’re going?” Glib says as he steps out of the alley behind Goodbid.

“Not even a little,” he says as he weaves through the streets. “But I’m sure I’ll know it when I see it.”

“Goodbid,” Glib growls. “Tell me you actually have a-”

As if cued in by Glib’s annoyance, the sound of hooves clopping on the stone roads draws both their attention.

Before the Death God can stop him, Goodbid is racing towards the noise. The Death God follows close behind him, muttering swears in every language that he knows -which is all of them- as the tall man almost certainly runs headfirst into a guardsman on horseback.

They burst into a plaza, illuminated sparsely by floating magic lights, but standing in the center is a beautiful white horse with a long flowing mane that ends in electric green. She is larger than a normal horse and has an otherworldly calm about her. She stands patiently, white hair covering most of her eyes, before she turns and calmly trots away.

The pair stands gobsmacked for a little too long before Goodbid is back to running after her. A feeling washes over Glib that tells him something is amiss here. This horse has never allowed herself to be seen so clearly by anyone before, only flashes of white hooves and green tails trotting between streets. The fact that she let them see her leaves a funny taste in the old god’s mouth.

“Goodbid!” Glib hisses as he too runs after them. “Something isn’t right!”

“Not now, Death!” Goodbid whisper-shouts back. “We’re hot on her tail!”

Glib makes an annoyed sound but resolves to ignore his discomfort as they weave through the streets. They’re right behind her, step for step, and seemingly gaining on her, until they burst back into the open plaza from before, and the white horse is nowhere in sight.

“Damn it!” Goodbid swears. “I thought we had her!”

Glib scans the streets as he mutters, “This is probably for the best.”

Goodbid sighs dramatically. “Why can’t I have a snazzy horse?” he jokingly pouts, though Glib can spot the genuine disappointment in his face.

“Because I don’t think that was a normal horse,” Glib explains looking back up at the taller. “Trust me, something was up with her.”

“Well, now, I personally think a bounty hunter riding a ghost horse would be even cooler than a bounty hunter riding a pretty white horse-”

“Goodbid-”

Their little “argument” is cut short by the sound of hooves, though this time they are moving much faster and growing louder instead of softer.

The pair look around frantically before spotting the white horse barreling at them with her head low.

“Shit, shit, shit-” Glib screams as the massive horse hooks her head between Goodbid’s legs, throwing him onto her back and biting into the Death God’s cloak, lifting him easily off the ground.

A white and green mist forms around them as the horse continues barreling forward before in a flash of white -and a wave of nausea- they are suddenly somewhere else.

It resembles a weird amalgamation of Riftreach and Bowenburg, with the sleek style of Bowenburg buildings and the layout and height of Riftreach. The streets are impossibly clean and the sky is blindingly white, bathing the entire area in the same otherworldly glow that surrounds the horse.

Glib roars in anger, more at the audacity of the animal bringing them here than the fact that they are actually here. Thick black fog begins to billow from his cloak as his skin turns ghostly transparent, revealing his skeleton. His eyes become unearthly black as a sickly grey and poisonous purple swirl around his hands, but before he can fire off any of the spells he has, the horse drops him flat on his back.

“That will not be necessary,” the horse says, her voice carrying that same ethereal calm that surrounds her.

“You fucking talk?!” he shrieks, rage still boiling in his blood.

The horse gives him a flat look. “Yes, I am Friday, the Goddess of Fate, and I can talk.”

“Friday?” Glib echoes, bewildered. He stares expectantly at the horse for answers, but she offers none. Surely this can’t be the same horse, but the name is too convenient.

Goodbid awkwardly slides off her back and helps Glib stand up before half-hiding behind him. “Ms. Friday, this ain’t some kinda punishment for trying to catch you, is it? Because I didn’t know you were a sentient horse, and I do treat my horses quite well-”

“No, Mr. Goodbid, it is no punishment, I just needed to step in to make sure what needed to happen, happened,” she says to silence his ramblings.

“And how’d you reckon that?” Goodbid asks, a naturally curious man.

“Your vanity and love for horses would surely draw you to Bowenburg if you heard of an impossible-to-catch white horse,” she explains simply.

Goodbid is silent for a long moment before nodding slowly. “Well, now, I guess there’s no use in arguin’ with a goddess of fate now is there?”

Friday laughs, though it sounds more like church bells ringing. “No, no, there is not, I know what is fated to happen so I know what has already happened.”

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds about right,” Glib sighs.

“So, what are we here for then?” Goodbid questions. “You say you brought us here to make sure fate don’t change, but I don’t see much changin’.” He gestures around them before looking more closely for seemingly the first time. “And, uh, where is ‘here’?”

The goddess shakes her head. “Walk with me,” she says simply, as she begins trotting towards a large building at the end of the street.

“Well, you heard her,” Goodbid says after a moment of vaguely confused silence before he begins to march after her, Glib reluctantly following.

“This is a place known as the Order Realm,” Friday explains. “It is much like the Death Realm that your friend there comes from.” Goodbid looks at Glib before turning his attention back to the horse. “The Primordial of Order once lived here, but was killed by their creator, the Nothing. Butinstead of letting their power be destroyed, they and their seven siblings -in their respective realms- created thrones which would distribute power to any mortal who sits in them.”

They have reached a tall white cathedral with green and grey stained glass windows. Friday easily trots up the stairs and into the building, walking towards a strange-looking chair at the far side. It’s made of metal and gears with tubes full of green liquid running up and down the sides.

“The four possible powers of Order are Fate, taken by me; Peace, taken by an older God named Vaktaan; Knowledge, taken by a man named Aldor; and Law,” she stops speaking as she reaches the throne before looking at Goodbid. “Who is meant to be claimed by you.”

“Me?” Goodbid asks, stopping nearly ten feet away from the chair. “Why me?”

Friday gets a pensive look to her face, well, as pensive as a horse can be. She looks at Glib, but only for a moment before carefully saying, “Fate works in mysterious ways, and you are fated to be with another immortal.”

“Ain’t no way an immortal would choose to be with me,” the half-elf counters. “I’m just Mr. Goodbid.”

Glib snickers at that, earning a confused look from the taller. “You have no idea, do you, Bid?”

“Mr. Death, are you telling me that you’ve been holding information back from me?” Goodbid asks, sounding more betrayed than accusatory.

Friday steps in to save Glib needing to explain. “He has only withheld information that you would discover in due time, as you have every time.”

Goodbid stares at her for a long moment. “What do you mean ‘as you have every time’?”

“Sit on the throne and everything will become clear,” she says, gesturing at the chair with her head.

“Why should I trust you?” Goodbid counters, resting his palm on the hilt of his short swords. “You’ve done nothin’ but kidnap me and my friend and talk in damn riddles.”

“Goodbid,” Glib says. “Trust her, sit on the chair.”

“I thought you had a bad feelin’ ‘bout this!” The hitman snaps back.

Glib tries to stay calm as he explains. “I had a bad feeling because you came to catch a magic horse with no plan and we were actively being led into a trap to get us here.” They hold intense eye contact for another few seconds before Glib says, “You’ve said it yourself, you aren’t afraid of death.” Another few seconds of silence before the death god growls, “Sit on the throne.”

Goodbid looks between Glib, Friday, and the chair for another few seconds before hissing, “Fine, what’s the worst that can happen?”

He walks over to the throne with a clearly fake confidence and sits down on it, crossing his arms.

For about three seconds, nothing happens, but then the gears begin turning, and the sound of metal clicking rings through the air. The liquid in the tube swirls and pumps faster before metal arms on either side of the chair clasp down onto him. The room fills with blinding white and green light.

“What the shit?!” Glib yelps, stepping forward, mind racing on ways to get the half-elf free before all the noise comes to a stop, and the metal arms slowly retract.

Sitting in the chair is still the half-elf, though his suit is now white with a green tie and pinstripes. He looks around, mildly confused, flexing his hands as he tries to adjust to the increase of power.

“I’ll leave the two of you alone,” Friday says, as she turns and begins walking towards the doors at the far end. “You’ll have much to speak of.”

“So,” Glib says, drawing his attention to him once the horse is gone. The light of recognition dances in the taller’s eyes, yet it’s different from five minutes ago. “How do you feel?”

“Glib?” he says instead.

The human’s stomach drops, and butterflies erupt, the contrasting feelings nearly knocking him off his feet.

“No,” the death god says, deep in denial as hope blooms in his chest. “No fucking way you remember.”

The half-elf grins at him, though it’s not the typical smile of his persona. It’s a genuine smile that softens his eyes in a way that makes the human’s heart speed up and time slow down. “Glib Murphy,” he says slowly, as if savoring the way the name fits in his mouth. “I remember you- well, I remember everything, but most importantly, I remember you.”

“Lawrence?” Glib says quietly. The hope spreads like fire through his veins and settles like hot coals in his hands. He wants- no- needs to lay his hands on the half-elf, but he can’t bring himself to move, as if he is afraid that if he moves too quickly, or speaks too loudly, this moment will shatter and his Lawrence will return to being “Mr. Goodbid”.

“That’s the name, Mr. Murphy.” He holds open his arms as he adds, “And I hope you’ll wear it out.”

Glib’s legs are moving before his brain comprehends it, and he crashes headlong into the taller’s open arms.

“I swear to fucking god if you die and I lose you for another two-hundred fucking years-” Glib says into Lawerence’s new white suit.

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere, Glib,” he soothes. “I’ll stay the summer long.”

#d&dorks #mr. goodbid #glib murphy #fanfic #glib/mr.goodbid #so a lot of this is based on the fact that lily of the valley bloom every year but only for four weeks #and are also very posionous #cross posted on ao3 #cross posted on wattpad

[justcallmefox89]

Cinderfella's Adventures in Cordonia - Chapter Eighteen

An AU of The Royal Romance with a male MC and a bisexual prince.

Masterlist

A late night visit to Callum results in an unexpected offer and an explosive argument.

I close my eyes and sink deeper into my mattress.  They shoot right back open a few seconds later as someone loudly knocks on my front door.  Groaning, I roll off of my bed and shuffle towards my door.  I press my eye to the people and have to stifle a gasp when I see who is standing outside in the hallway.  I quickly unlock my door and throw the door open.

“Now what are you two beauties doing here?” I ask, leaning against the doorjamb and raking my gaze over Drake and Liam.

“We need to talk,” Drake says bluntly.

I arch one eyebrow in interest and step aside, silently inviting the two best friends into my apartment.  I wait until we’re settled in my living room to say thing.  “So… what’s this all about?”

Liam and Drake hesitate, sharing a secret look but avoiding my eyes.

I groan and lean forward in my chair, dropping my head in my hands.  “It’s late.  I’m not in the mood for anymore secrets.  What do you two want?”

“My father said you threatened him,” Liam says slowly, carefully studying my face for any reaction.

“My dad said the tooth fairy was real until I was ten.”

“What?”

I shrug.  “Sorry.  Just thought we were talking about shit that doesn’t matter.”

Liam scowls.  “You are the most infuriating -”

“That’s not the only reason we’re here,” Drake jumps in, his eyes darting back and forth between us.

“Speaking of that… who let you in?  How’d you get past building security?”  I narrow my eyes.

Liam glances away from me.  “One of the men on duty was amenable to taking a rather large cash tip in exchange for letting us up to your apartment.”

Pops is gonna fucking love that.

“Alright, Brat.  Tell me what’s on your mind.”  I wave my hand, gesturing for him to start talking.

Drake looks over to Liam briefly before taking a deep breath and meeting my eyes.  “I… We… want you to come back to Cordonia with me.  With us.”

There’s no deception in those wide brown eyes, just hope and apprehension.

I clench my jaw to stop the ‘yes!’ that wants to escape me and look at Liam.  “Are you still going to marry Madeline?”

Liam looks away, giving me all the answer I need.

I bark out a harsh laugh.  “Hard pass on going back to Cordonia just to be some glorified slam piece.  The hardest of fucking passes.”

“It wouldn’t…  It won’t be how you think,” Drake says soothingly.

“No?”  I arch one eyebrow.  “Will he still be married to Madeline?  Would he still not claim either one of us in public because he’s scared of his dad?  Would we have to settle for scraps of his time and attention?  Would we be forced to just sit on the sidelines and watch him raise the kids that should have been ours with that frigid, blonde bitch?”

I turn my attention to Liam.  “And you…  Fuck you.  Fuck you for thinking that I have so little self-respect that I’d even entertain this nonsense for one second.  And fuck you double for making Drake think that being your side-piece is all he’s worth.”

“If you love us I don’t see why you can’t accept this proposal!” Liam snaps, exasperated.  “If may not be exactly what you want but we would be able to be together.”

“Counter offer, Your Majesty.  You go back to Cordonia alone, and my Brat stays here with me and we both get to experience what it’s like to finally not be someone’s second choice,” I reply snidely.

“You are such a - ”

“What?”  I taunt Liam.  “I’m such a what?  Say it, Your Majesty.”

My iPhone beeps out a shrill notification, providing a temporary respite from the tense moment.  I take a second to glance at the incoming text and groan loudly. 

Of all the fucking times to have an emergency at one of the clubs…

I stand up and shove my phone back into my pocket.  “As fun as this has been, I need to go handle something at work so…”

Drake stands as well and catches one of my hands in both of his, stopping me.  “Please, Callum…” he whispers, plaintively.

“Seriously?”  I risk looking down at him and immediately crumble at the pleading look on his face.  “Fine… fine.  The two of you stay here.  I’ll go handle this and when I get back we’re figuring this out.  For better or worse.”

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Drake and Liam sit in tense silence for nearly thirty minutes after Callum’s abrupt departure, until Liam can no longer take it.

“This was a mistake,” he seethes.  “We never should have done this.  I told you he would be too proud to consider -”

“It’s not unreasonable for Callum to not want you to marry Madeline,” Drake interrupts, scowling at Liam.  “I don’t want you to marry her!  But you’re not leaving us with many choices here, Liam!  If the only options are to never be with you again, or be with you in secret while you’re married to Madeline… well then I’ll chose the second option, always.  But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with it.”

Liam stares at Drake, uncertainty and guilt flickering across his features.

“Maybe I don’t need to be as worried about Callum as I originally thought,” a deep voice muses from across the room.

Drake and Liam jump, startled at the stranger’s sudden appearance.  They had been so engrossed in their conversation they hadn’t even heard the door to the apartment open.  Deep green eyes study the pair intently as the stranger makes his way towards Callum’s abandoned chair.  He sits back in the chair with fluid grace, neatly straightening his charcoal colored suit and crossing his legs, not a strand of silver hair out of place. 

“Now,” the stranger begins pleasantly as he adjusts the cuffs of his suit jacket.  He gaze zeros in on the two younger men, intense and predatory.  “I would like to have a small chat with the two of you about my son.”

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[goddessofeternity]

Chronicles of the Supernovas: Chosen

Chapter 16: Confrontations

Nim

The woman was dead set on holding a vigil for the people she could not bring back from the dead. Death gods were more uptight than the average god, and I could only suspect that she gave the God of Death something in return. As long as it didn’t impede our mission any further I didn’t really care. Although she was weak from the amount of power she had to use, she was intent on not slowing down for another moment longer. Frankly, it was one of the things I respected about her, although I suspected Callum wanted to drag out the vigil a bit, so she could take a break.

Stubborn woman.

Glancing over at Nerissa and Ka’seem they silently went through the town and carried the people who weren’t revived to our makeshift graves for them. The woman really ripped into them and it showed all over their slow and stiff movements. I would have my words for them later, because she had inflicted some fear into them and they gave her a wide berth of space. I smirked as she glared at them angrily as she buried the bodies. Callum was busy with the locals who looked equal parts scared and angry. Nerissa had briefly mentioned a woman who had surprised her with a godly weapon and injured her. I frowned as I looked at more people peeking at us from behind the buildings. If one had such a weapon, it wouldn't be strange for more people to have them. The female and Callum seemed to be more fruitful with their endeavors than the rest of us. We would have to deal with that when this clears up. So a trafficking ring, a star child, the Darkness and now we have beings with god killing weapons running around.

What the fuck is going on?

“Nim?”

I glanced at Nerissa as she fingered her ponytail nervously. I studied her face as she bit her lip and tugged the ends of her ruined skirt. I guess she could tell that I was pretty angry with her, and it was good that she did. Clearly we didn’t teach her enough in all these years, and once this was over I would be sure to drill some sense back into her. Smurfette could have Ka’seem, she would probably literally run him through. “Yes?”

“Callum says that we should start the service. The people are getting restless.” I glanced back at the populace and some were starting to argue with Ka’seem. Such a bold group of people. If it was any other God, they would be dead for even looking their way. I rolled my neck as I made my way over to the small service, the glares on my back meant little to me. The smurf gave me a quick glance and I made my way over to her. She was sitting suspended in the air, which told me that standing had been too much for her.

“What is it?”

“The mountains.”

“Hmm? Is that where the child is?”

“It…it should be…it would be lovely to know if it was a boy or girl…hell…even what they look like.”

“It is never easy.”

Her humorless chuckle was the only response I received as Callum started the service. Nerissa and Ka’seem already had their heads bowed as Callum began his prayer, and I closed my eye as he kept talking. It was silent for a time, save for Callum praying. The woman’s labored breathing made me open my eye to glance at her. I doubt anyone else heard it since she was holding back her struggle with everything else going on. She kept her head bowed and eyes closed throughout the service. I watched as sweat formed on her forehead. 

Stubborn.

“Celica…” She frowned at me but stopped when she saw my outstretched hand. Stepping back on the ground, she wordlessly took my hand and leaned her weight on me. Nothing really needed to be said as we watched the service and I poured what energy I could into her. She just needed enough to keep going and finish this. She would be taking a long rest after this mission was over, and I think I would as well. This was a fucking mess and no one wanted to admit it. I could blame it on the fact it had been some time since we had a mission together, but that was a shitty excuse. I frowned as some of the men marched over to the service.

“You and your people need to leave our home at once! You come here and you think that burying these people will absolve you! I can assure you that it will not!”

“I can assure you that we will leave at once…we only wish to give your people a good service. I know that our companions have-”

“Hey! We don’t care about your apologies! You and your people need to clear the fuck out now-”

“Is there a problem here?” I narrowed my eye as the men and Callum turned to look at me. I towered over them, and they all balked at me. Their entire mannerisms and tones changed as they backed away from me. Callum sighed, but I was not as friendly as he was, and they would accept this kindness from us whether they wanted it or not. 

“You people have done enough damage! You need to leave!”

“We…are going to bury these people and you are gonna back out of our way or I’ll bury you with them.”

“Nim!” I ignored Callum as the man looked at me in surprise.

“Do I make myself clear?” The man said nothing further, probably realizing it was a futile effort. Callum sighed more before he shot a quick glare at me. Shaking his head, he went back to finish the service. Nerissa and Ka’seem continued to keep their distance. I glanced down at the woman as she bit her nail in deep thought. She seemed a bit better, but she knew how to play a good poker face. She released my hand and went to join a frustrated looking Callum. I glared at the rest of the locals and they gave us a wide berth of space. I could only imagine how Lady Serafina would feel if she knew about this, and disappointing her would be a pain that I wouldn’t be able to bear. 

“Nim…” I looked to my left as Nerissa walked over to me. Callum was still doing his prayer and the woman had left my side to join him. I guess Nerissa saw her chance to speak with me again. “So I thought that-”

“You thought nothing, that is the problem Nerissa.”

“I-”

“You have a duty that you must uphold as a Supernova…this was not the time or place to be fucking the locals.” I crossed my arms as I continued to stare at the service. If I looked at her now, I would lose the last of my patience. She shuffled wordlessly at my side, probably trying to gather whatever words she thought would make this better. 

Nothing would make the death of an innocent better. 

“These people are dead because of your incessant need to sleep around. Families have been split apart unnecessarily because of you and Ka’seem. There is no amount of apologizes that can make this better for them Nerissa…” I exhaled deeply from my nose before I finally looked at her. She met my gaze easily, but I could see the tears springing to her eyes that she was forcing back. Her fists were shaking and despite my anger, I hated to feel so disappointed in her, but I was. She knew far better than this, and so did that damn Ka’seem. “These are your people Nerissa…this is not a good first impression…they might not like you coming back here after this.”

“...” Her fist relaxed, but the fear of my words crossed over her face. With a swipe of her hand, her tears disappeared. “I understand…I’ll continue to look over the service.”

“...” I furrowed my brow as I watched her walk away, her back straight and her usual strong resolve coursing over her once more. Ka’seem glanced my way, but I just shook my head and he continued with what he was doing. 

It took another hour, but we finished the service and I had to give Ka’seem some credit…he made the service beautiful with his use of his abilities. The thought that it was because of him and Nerissa still made it sour, but we just had to move past it. The woman needed the rest and it was not long before we made our way up to the mountains. The heat of Zhikar was starting to get irritating and I had already shed some of my layers off. The others weren’t doing any better as we continued our trek. Nerissa was lucky in that regard, having a resistance to heat didn’t seem to be a good blessing in my opinion, but now I could see it had its uses. 

The sun would not set for another few hours, and I could only hope that we’d actually make some progress this time. I could hear the sounds of ship engines and others landing, but it was still a bit far off. I would have actually preferred to come under the cover of night, but the woman was incessant on getting to them now. Glancing through the treetops, the barrier flickered and I walked forward faster. There was no telling when that thing would come down…I hated when she was right. 

“Hold on…” I looked back at Ka’seem as he scanned over the trees before his eyes narrowed on a distant tree. With the flick of a finger, a vine shot out and changed the direction of a camera. Hearing their cameras focus, I sent a minor jolt through the forest to disrupt them. At least one of us was paying attention, I was too focused on listening to the ships to even notice those cameras. I nodded at Ka’seem before we kept going. I could only hope that the others were paying as much attention as we should. 

“Do we need to discuss an approach to this?” This silence from everyone was starting to get to me, and that was saying a lot. 

“Well…I would say that we should split up to cover more ground…but it would be better to work as a unified front…” Callum appeared at my side and it was good to see that whatever was plaguing his mind had stopped for the time being. “We can clear out any adversaries quickly and then we can find the children.”

“I…agree…” The woman appeared on my right and I frowned at how pale her face was becoming. “We might have…the…the element of surprise now, but it will not last…forever…” My frown deepened as she looked up at the mountain with a frown. I opened my mouth, but she turned to glare at me before I could get the breath out. “We…are not stopping dog…shut the hell up….”

I held back my tongue as she floated past me and I rolled my eye instead. Truthfully, I should have dragged her ass back, but she would just fuss more. A few Onkai would not be a problem for any of us to deal with…unless anymore gods showed up…or…

“Nerissa.”

“Huh? Yes?” She quickly appeared in the woman’s place, her tone was enough to tell me she was eager to help with anything. 

“That Onkai…the one who attacked you with that weapon…did it seem like she was allied with anyone else?”

“No…she seemed to just be angry that I was here at all. I don’t know why, but she was definitely alone.”

“Alright…we can’t have anymore surprises.” The others answered back in agreement before the silence continued. The forests around the mountain were covered in cameras, and we needed to be quick before they realized that all of their cameras were on the fritz. The sounds of the ships were getting closer, but it was still far off. I would have brought up talking about a strategy, but a series of growls sounded in the brush around us. I was definitely not surprised to know that something would be out here to guard the ships. The Darkness probably had them ready in case they needed protection, but some simple beasts would never be enough. 

I willed my sword into my hand as deformed creatures of the Darkness finally showed their faces. I did not have the time to wonder why they looked as they did, because they were upon us in an instant. The quiet forest exploded with sound as the five of us fought back against the beasts. I found my gaze looking between my opponent and the woman. She was holding her own, but she was moving painfully slow. 

“Nim!”

“I know!” I turned as one lunged for my shoulder, and I hacked its head clean off before more seemed to spring from deeper in the woods. Peering into the thicket, I watched as more made their way towards us at an alarming rate. They were quick, despite the sounds of breaking bones and fevered breaths. These creatures were a joke compared to the usual ones that we would fight. Those beasts would have at least given us a challenge. 

With a charged step, I thrust my sword out and impaled several of them on my blade, before I slammed it into the ground, bolts of electricity rising from the ground. More of the creatures shrieked in pain, but more seemed to just come. Nerissa appeared at my side and with a nod, we both launched into our attack. 

Nerissa was as swift and precise as ever, just like I taught her. It was not so far-fetched to believe that her element was water. She was fluid and flexible with every strike of her ax, she was a splendid combatant. She never flinched as I swung my blade near her, confident in my own ability to not strike her. A giggle escaped her lips as her eyes blazed in excitement, blood was spilling everywhere and the smell they were emitting was burning my nose. The constant cracking of their movements matched every crack of lighting I inflicted on them with my sword. I cut another in half before it tried to to grab Nerissa by her hair, and she turned and vaulted over my shoulder and slammed her blade into another. 

Waves and waves of them were coming down the slope and it was making me more and more irritated. Ka’seem was helping the woman with a few creatures and Callum was collecting a large amount of bodies under his feet. I was about to join him, but a sharp pain in my shoulder stopped me. Before I could look at it, I was dragged away from the others. I cut the tendril that dragged me away and stood quickly to face my adversary. 

I narrowed my eye at the humanoid creature looking at me. Its head was tilted at a full 90 degree angle and its body was covered in dark scales. It was almost my height and its long talons reached the ground and clicked with an annoying metallic sound. Tendrils emerging from its back slapped the ground as it clicked at me. Its eyes were disturbingly calm and subdued, but the dark smile on its lips told me enough. The blood dripping from its rows of teeth also told me more than I wished to know. It would not matter, it would soon be deep in the bowels of hell. 

In unison, we both charged at each other and it swung its talons at me and I blocked them with my sword. I frowned as my blade did not break through its talons. I smirked as I pushed it back, it was not everyday that something could not easily be cut down from my blade. Its clicking noises were getting progressively louder as it charged back at me. I dodged its blows as I gripped my sword tight, preparing to swing back. I was surprised by its speed as it launched itself at me and kicked me square in the chest, driving me into the ground.

I held back my gasp of pain as I grabbed its ankle and slammed it into the ground beside me. It roared in pain and I raised my sword to hack off its head.

“Mama…” I paused mere inches from its neck. I…surely I didn’t hear what I think I did? My brows furrowed as it turned its head to look at me. Its eyes were frighteningly human and childlike, tears were even pricking the corners of its eyes. It whimpered as its eyes bore into my soul, childlike wails emerged from its maw. Children…I could not handle children…

I hesitated.

The Darkness made a foul beast indeed.

I blinked and it was suddenly upon me and I cursed to myself as it grabbed my face. My moment of hesitation led to it slamming me face first into the dirt, dragging me through the forest, before it flung me through several trees. I finally let out that gasp of pain and sprung back to my feet as it attacked me again. Its strikes were fiercer and more powerful now, and I could not get that image out of my head. The Darkness was making more and more hideous and monstrous creations, but this was by far the worst thing I had seen so far. To use the innocence of a child to make something like this was beyond anything I had seen, and I could not fathom why this was a necessary thing. 

Was this the reason it wanted the star child? To make a powerful creature to destroy everything?

I roared in anger as its tendrils struck out and me and I sliced them to pieces, but more just sprang from its back. This creature was a pain in the ass, and I had no doubts that I would be able to handle it, but that childish edge that it had…

With an inhuman shriek it charged at me once more and I matched its speed. We were a flurry of blows and the forest shook around us. I dug my feet into the dirt as I pushed it back and finally an opening had presented itself to me. The creature staggered over its feet and it flailed back, and I thrust my sword at its chest. 

“Help me…”

Its pained and terrified whisper shook me and I just barely moved my sword, just grazing its ribcage. It just had to have the fucking guise of a child. It was toying with me and it knew it, but I could not waste time on this damn thing. There were more important things to handle than this monstrosity, but perhaps…

I blinked as its talon was inches from my face, but I caught it and slammed my foot onto its chest, making it sink further into the ground. It roared and writhed under me, begging with the pained and anguished sounds of a child. I could not let anything get in the way of the star child, it would be disastrous…and Lady Serafina would be destroyed. 

I would never allow her to know sadness again. 

I channeled all of my energy into my body, the lightning crackling and snapping, damaging the forest around us. A heavy wind picked up as strom clouds brewed overhead. It was time to end this farce and move on. The creature looked at me with pure hatred and anger now, no longer was it trying to play with me, now it was just pissed. 

That would make this easy. 

With a simple flex of my arm, a torrent of lightning strikes rained down on the creature, the ground shaking and rumbling around me. The trees ripping from the ground, dead grass catching fire from the sparks, a large crater forming under my feet, slowing drawing us both down, as if it were quicksand. With a deep breath, the strikes stopped just as quickly as they came. I released the hand of the now charred monstrosity, and I sneered at it as it twitched in death, its tentrils weakly swaying before falling limp. 

Bowing my head, I said a quick prayer for it. It had once been something so innocent and good, the least I could do is pray its soul is at peace. 

“That is if Zeresu didn’t get her hands on it first…”

“Wow!”

I looked down at Nerissa as she just seemed to appear beside the creature, poking its remains with a finger. I looked over my shoulder and sure enough the others were done with what they were doing. I looked back at Nerissa as she played with one of the tendrils, and I snatched it away from her. 

“Hey! I at least wanted to take something back from this fight!”

“It was my fight in the first place, and besides…this creature was once a child. It needs to be treated better than some souvenirs, little one.”

“It…it was a kid?” Her face paled as she stood away from it. She almost heaved as she continued to look at it, but she quickly left my side. I placed the tendril back down before I rejoined the others. Callum and Ka’seem looked better than ever and didn’t have a single scratch on them. Bodies were piled up a few feet from them, and the smell of death was very heavy now that I caught my bearings. I glanced at the woman as she coughed and Nerissa gave her some water to drink. 

She still looked as if she could fall over and die at any second, but she was holding strong despite all of the fighting that just happened. 

Shame. 

“Don’t look so down…dog….” 

It was like she could read my fucking mind. 

Bitch.

“Come on…we have to move quickly…they will be on alert now after hearing all of that fighting.” Callum spoke quickly before I could retort. She was lucky…I would have thrown her into orbit and she wouldn’t have the strength to come back. Although, that barrier would probably stop her sudden departure. I’d pay money to see her get fried like a mosquito. Regardless, it was time to continue our trek. My display just now would probably have them scrambling, but it was not like they could make it very far. I could hear them in the distance, but it must have been obvious to them that they could do nothing. 

“Nim…” I glanced at Callum as he walked up to me, a deep frown of concern running across his face. “We have to talk about the other children…and Celica…”

“If the woman wants to carry on then that is her problem Callum…you know that neither one of us have ever been able to talk her out of anything.”

“She needs to rest…one of us should stay with her back here, while the rest of us go on…”

“So make the other two babysit then…they would be able to subdue her since she’s weak…”

“Nim…”

“I’m not doing it Callum…she is a Goddess…she is fully aware of the actions she has chosen. She made the decision to weaken herself. I won’t slow down for her, none of us should.”

“And if her weakened state gets her killed?”

“She-“

“Is a Goddess yes…but now we know there is a black market here and the denizens have access to god killing weapons.”

“….” I hated when he was right, especially when it came to matters like this. I was fully intent on letting the woman go through her pains and finish this mission. I glanced at her and she was lagging further and further behind.

Damn it.

I growled low in my throat as Callum smiled at me triumphantly, already knowing that he won this debate. I truly could not stand this group of imbeciles. 

I marched over to the woman, just as she tripped over a low branch, and I caught her wrist before she slammed against the ground.

“Oh!” She looked grateful until she saw that it was me and her face contorted into a frown. “You can let me go…”

“Hn.”

I watched as she straightened herself out and walked ahead of me more confidently. Callum watched on with a pleased grin, and I wanted to smack the hell out of him. I kept my eye on her as she started to stagger about. It was not long before her breath grew heavy once again, and I had finally had enough. 

“You know that you can rely on us…”

“….” A frown crossed her face as she considered my words. She watched Ka’seem and Nerissa as they conversed with Callum. I could already hear what she wanted to say before her mouth even opened. “How can I? How can I…possibly rely on them?”

“They did something stupid-“

“Stupid?!” Her hair raised in her outburst as the ground beneath her feet froze. “They…I…what would possess them to…do that…”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

“So…so many I couldn’t…I hate failing the beings that we’re supposed to protect.” She rubbed her arms as a deep frown of sadness engulfed her. It was funny that she was the most empathetic of all of us. Sure, we all cared for the well being of the lives across the cosmos, but she didn’t know how to give up on anyone. I suppose that she was the best of us, which was also funny since Callum exists in the group. I never knew what to say when she was like this, so I just kept quiet and kept an eye on her as we kept up our climb. Callum glanced at us a few times, but other than that, it was quiet. 

After about 15 minutes, we finally were overlooking the group of our targets. Several ships were docked off deep in the woods, but my attention was solely focused on the group of children that were being moved towards a building past the ships. All different species of children were there as far as I could see. They had cut most of the forest away to make room for their ships and the building housing the children. I imagine that our main adversary was deep in the building somewhere. 

“Alright…Ka’seem is there any underground areas in the building we need to know of?”

“Let me see…” We waited as he crouched and held his hand against the grass, his brow furrowing in deep thought. “There is an underground area, but it only goes down one level. There are more children down there too.”

“Ok…we have to be mindful of the children. They are our first priority in this. If the leader decides to show themselves we ignore them. We are just here for the children and the star child.”

“We’re gonna have to deal with more creatures of the Darkness.” Ka’seem sighed as he looked over the hill once more. Sure enough, I could see those abominations prowling around the area. I wonder if those were also more children that were warped into such creatures. Hopefully they could be saved by the end of this, but that was asking too much. 

Our job was never that simple.

“Nerissa…you’re with me and Callum. Ka’seem you go with the smurf and make sure to keep an eye on her. I know we discussed not splitting up, but this might be the best option.”

I could feel her fuming to yell at me as the pair nodded in agreement. Once we went over our plan once more, we split up to execute it. Ka’seem and the woman were circling around the back to try and sneak into the building. Myself and the others would attack them outright, it would create the distraction they needed and draw those abominations towards us. The plan was to focus entirely on the children, but I was concerned about the leader. I had no information on this “Morlo” and I hated that. An unknown was always annoying to deal with. The Darkness could have given this man any kind of ability that could be a problem for us.

Sliding down the hill, we crouched into the bushes. Callum nodded before he disappeared into the brush to our right. Clapping my hands together and rubbing them, a lightning cloud started to form above us. Nerissa rolled her hands together and a steady rain started to fall. The children were upset about it, but the guards kept moving them along. With a faster combined pressure, the lightning began to hit the building as well as some of the ships. A panic quickly spread, and Nerissa rained down a torrent of water upon them.

The mixture caused many to stumble through the rain, most shielding their faces to try and see through it all and avoid the wrath of my lightning. With a shout, Nerissa charged out and began to tear the men down. Callum jumped from a high tree, slamming his foot into one’s face. I could hear the crunch of his bones breaking before Callum vaulted over his face to strike another. The children were frozen in fear which was good, they didn't need to be running off.

My strikes matched each lightning strike as I fought some of the creatures. They were grotesque and horrid, but I wouldn’t let them distract me from what I had to do. I winced as a claw sliced across my back. I turned and grabbed its jaw before it clamped on my shoulder. I tore its jaw back before I used the remaining pieces to slam into another one. I didn’t waste anymore time as I went to fight some other creatures. Nerissa and Callum didn’t waste much time and they engaged in their fights. I grunted as one was suddenly airborne and took me with it. 

I did not like being in the air! Damn, vertigo!

The fucking thing was stupid as hell to have me in the air in the middle of a lightning storm. So, I called down a quick strike and toasted the damn thing. Releasing me, I summoned my sword to my hand and with a downward strike, I slammed hard into the ground, causing it to rumble and shake. The lightning and rain washing over the place, sending several of their ships toppling over. 

“Careful Nim!” I grunted as I pulled my sword from the ground and shrugged at Callum, who just rolled his eyes at me. I leapt from the hole and joined his side as the creatures began to surround us, but a bloodthirsty Nerissa soon jumped over the horde and landed on my left. “So…how should we precede?”

“Nerissa…rally up the children.” Her frustrated groan made me smirk. “You can tear a few of them down for us on the way…”

“Excellent….” 

I blinked as a bullet grazed my cheek and I turned to glare at several men that had their guns and other weapons raised. Nerissa didn’t waste anymore time as she tore into the crowd, and Callum was not far behind her. The children were smart enough to hide in the forest away from the fight. Ka’seem and the woman should be making good progress on the children still inside the building. I was going to join the fray to wrap things up, but I paused as I felt a chill under my feet. 

Looking at the ground, a heavy layer of ice seemed to be coming up from the ground. It spread across the ground and the ground beneath our feet began to tremble and groan. What were the two of them doing down there? I had no real time to ponder on it, because even several layers above the surface, I could hear the woman shout.

“NO!”

And then the world exploded around us.

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Smiffina Episodes: Over The Limit

Ben hurries round to the scene of the crash that happened in Demolition Girl and is horrified to see Sally's car involved. The suspected other driver is on the ground and unconscious, bleeding from a head wound after staggering out of the car. He checks her over before hurrying to Sally. He asks Sally what he thought she was doing, she explains she was scared and tried to get away. Ben gets her coat and bag out and leads her away from the car. Sally spots the unconscious woman and runs over to her, asking if she's going to be alright. Ben tells the paramedic he doesn't know what happened, he just found the scene after he left the club. He pulls Sally's hood up, tells the paramedics that she's called Julia Jacobs needs to go to the hospital as she's in shock. He then rings Callum and tells him that Sally's had a crash, admitting he's given a false name. Callum tells him to get her in the ambulance fast before their colleagues arrive and that he'll deal with her at the hospital. She begs Ben to come with her and he reassures her he'll see her soon and walks off, posting Sally's car keys down a nearby drain.

A paramedic tells Tony he suspects the unconscious person of having taken drugs and that the second driver is in shock but fine. Millie calls the registrations in and finds one is Sally's car and that the club she and Ben went to is just around the corner. Ben tells Sally not to answer the phone to Tony when he calls and to wait for Callum.

Sally tells Callum that she'd had a drink and tried to drive. Callum tells her how stupid she is for putting herself and others at risk and that he doesn't yet know if the other woman is going to be alright. He tells her she's kissed her job goodbye. Ben asks who benefits if Sally loses her job because they'd 'lose a good copper'. (I'm seeing less good copper and more fucking idiot only interested in big acts of bravery, who has to be the only one righteously fighting for her victim against everyone, who can't be told no and to back off, who can't be objective or reasonable and who gets too entwined in other people's lives to be a 'good copper' personally but there you go.) Callum asks if Ben is so sober (he doesn't drink) why did he let her drive? He admits he wasn't with her and he asks why not. Ben looks awkward but Sally interrupts and asks 'What am I going to do?'

At the station Smithy and Gina discuss Sally's car being involved in the crash. Smithy points out Sally likes a drink and it's not the first time she's gotten herself into scrapes. (Not the first time she's drunk driven either - see Shadow Stalker where she goes undercover as a barmaid, has three strong drinks as part of her role and then drives to pursue a suspect. Callum's possé of moral vigilantes got old quick - and he's still paying for it now with this bollocks.) "Yeah, it happens to the best of us." Gina points out. Sally's mobile keeps going to voicemail so Gina sends someone round to the house under the assumption she's had too much to drink at the start of a couple of days off, left her car and gone home and someone has stolen it.

The other driver has a ruptured spleen and is in theatre. Tony asks to speak to Julia Jacobs and finds she's left the hospital. Tony and Millie hear that 'Julia' is blonde and slim in a green anorak and left with a tall, slim, attractive black guy in his 20's. "Ring any bells?" "The size of Notre Dame." "I guess it could be anyone, hey..." Millie sighs. "Yeah, and I'm Quasimodo." The mother of the injured girl tells them her daughter can't have been driving as she's only 15 and is 'a good girl'.

Callum tells Sally to cancel her cards and remove them and cash from her purse as he's going to dump her bag containing phone, ID and purse to make it look like it was stolen. Sally tries to refuse and wants to tell the truth but he tells her it's non debatable now he's involved in the cover up and sends her and Ben to his with a warning not to touch anything, or answer the door or phone and to lay low.

Smithy still can't get in touch with Sally or Ben so leaves Ben a voicemail asking him to ring him. He asks Stevie if she went out with them last night but she tells him no because Sally was in a weird mood so she swerved it and left Ben to deal as he's the only one who can deal with Sally when she's like that. Stevie suggests they've probably gone AWOL together because they fancy each other.

Callum tells Smithy that he's late because there's a road closure after an RTC and he got stuck in traffic. Smithy tells him the RTC involved Sally's car. Callum asks Will to meet him in the yard later. Gina updates uniform and admits they don't know if Sally was the driver. Smithy tells them the woman driving Sally's car called herself Julia Jacobs and left the hospital before anyone got a look at her. "Except for her being blonde, slim, wearing a green anorak covered in blood with a black guy in toe." "Stick to the facts, please..." There's no CCTV yet and three Julia Jacobs' are listed in Sun Hill. Neither car was hotwired and the crash happened near a bend so one could have been going too fast and the other taking it wide to miss a park car. To add to the confusion, Miranda Roscoe, the suspected other driver is not the registered keeper, is only 15 and collapsed at the side of the car so may not have been in the driving seat after all. Callum muddies the waters by suggesting knocking on Ben's door if they're trying to find Sally to eliminate her from their enquiries. At Callum's, Sally wants to ring the hospital instead but Ben manages to stop her.

"I can't believe Sally would be so stupid." Will sighs. There's no CCTV at the hospital to identify Sally having been there. Callum asks Will to keep an ear out at the station whilst he's out and about trying to find out who was behind the wheel of the other car and stopping them from identifying Sally. "I thought we [the little possé of Callum, Will, Sally and Ben who bent rules to make sure those who couldn't be prosecuted legally got their comeuppances another way. But like Gabriel did but less serial-snipery] were laying low after what happened to Emma?" Callum tells him that Sally is a gutsy copper who doesn't deserve to lose her job for a mistake. A mistake that keeps happening! [This possé nonsense is such a waste of Ben!]

Sally lets herself into Callum's bedroom after a shower and takes one of his shirts to wear instead of her blooded clothes. She spots a picture of Callum and a brunette and wonders who she is and Ben respectfully tells her they shouldn't be in there and hurries her out.

At the home of the registered driver, Callum finds she doesn't live there anymore after leaving the year before and that they say they don't know anyone by Miranda Roscoe's name. The father takes Callum out to see the car but it's not where he says he left it the night before. Gina's having the car checked for fingerprints so they'll have more information soon. Smithy's tracked one of the Julia Jacobs down - she's 83 "So I'm guessing her joyriding days are behind her don't you?" "Never say never." Gina doesn't think think that Sally and Ben not answering their phones is suspicious just yet...

They've tracked down another Julia Jacobs in the time it takes Callum to return. "Two of them are older than I am!" She looks at Smithy. "... Yeah alright!" she says at his cheeky reaction.

Callum suggests it might be an alias or someone just passing through. Millie suggests checking the CCTV of the club to work out when Sally left in relation to the RTC. Callum says he'll do it but Smithy tells him Roger already is. Callum is sent with Millie to interview Miranda Roscoe at St Hughes.

There's a nice bit of continuity for longer term viewers (Episode 139 Smithy cheated during a drinking competition the night before and bought Gina doubles to his singles causing her to unknowingly drink drive the next morning. She ended up having a little prang after she's cut up by a white van driver. Gary and Cameron are called to the scene and Gary has to breathalyse her and then arrest her when she's over the limit.) Smithy asks Gina if she remembers the crash 'that I covered for you?' He asks if she suspects Sally and Ben are doing something similar and she insists she doesn't.

Miranda tells her mum that she lies and was at a concert rather than a sleepover. Callum asks her if she knows anyone by the surname Richardson and she looks at her mother. Millie asks if she'd taken drugs and her mother says instantly no. Miranda admits she'd been drinking and had taken coke and that's why she can't remember what happened. She got the drugs from 'a guy at the gig' and she doesn't know why she was in the car because she was walking home.

The club CCTV cuts between areas so doesn't give a continual view but it does show Sally leaving, without her coat and kissing a man (the courier from Demolition Girl). She pulls away, drops her handbag and won't let the guy help her. She heads towards the carpark and the CCTV flits back to inside the club. When it returns to show outside Sally is nowhere to be seen. Gina tells the relief to track down CCTV from the areas surrounding the carpark to try and find Sally leaving on foot. Callum returns and tells them that Miranda doesn't remember anything from the night before and had taken drugs. He spots the CCTV showing Sally kissing a man playing on the screen.

The CCTV proves that she went to the carpark but not that she drove the car. Callum suggests she's bang to rights to read the reactions of the others. Smithy suggests the club could be full of opportunist thieves. Stevie suggest that the guy she knocked back or anyone else who saw her could have taken the keys when she dropped her handbag and pressed the fob to work out which is her car. To be sure they need to find Sally and Ben. Callum suggests running a picture of the man that Sally was kissing through facial ID or asking at the club if anyone knows him and offers to do it - Smithy says he'll do it. Rachel tells him that there was a lot of cocaine found in the other cars glovebox. Definitely more than Miranda suggested and it doesn't fit with her 'getting it off a bloke at the gig.

New Sgt Rachel Weston is surprised at Callum for being hard on Sally. She asks 'what that's all about?' Smithy says he doesn't know but he hopes he's wrong.

Callum who has been so careful about hiding Sally then has a loud argument on the phone in the corridor outside IBO where he SHOUTS at Sally to ask why she didn't mention her kiss that is caught on CCTV RIGHT AFTER he'd been talking to the group in the picture above about said CCTV. How did no one hear him given the voices heard nearby? Sally looks through her pockets and finds the mans name and number and gives it to Callum. At the same time Smithy and Arun get his name from the manager who recognises him as a regular. Callum spots wedding pictures and uses them to keep Damian quiet after he admits seeing Sally getting into her car, if he tells his colleagues that he didn't see Sally drink driving, he won't tell his wife that he cheated on her. He agrees to play ball. He later tells Arun and Smithy that she walked off towards the carpark and met the "6ft black guy" she was with earlier and he drove them home.

Stevie asks Will if he thinks Sally did it. He says no and asks if she does. She doesn't think anyone would be that stupid. The eldest Tomlinson son lies that his father isn't in, but before they leave the man collapses. They run in to help and calli for an ambulance. Joey said he wasn't in because the police being around is stressing his dad out and he has angina. Before they can talk to him in the hospital, Joey begs them not to and says it was him driving the car. Will updates Callum who tells him to sit in on the interview as he knows what the priority is. Joey says his friends taught him to drive and they'd been using his dad's car for ages because his dad sleeps like a log. He admits he didn't see who was driving the other car and that he goes looking for girls because the car makes him look older and like he has cash. He picked Miranda up as she was walking home and she was pretty out of it after she'd been at a gig. He doesn't know what happened after as he lost control of the car, panicked and ran home and smashed the back window so it looked like a burglary.

Sally and Ben sit at Callum's waiting it out. Ben admits Julia Jacobs is the name of his first real girlfriend who dumped him to move to France. "Oh do me a favour!" Callum sighs as he walks in to find them cuddling. "I'm out there spinning plates whilst you two are getting cosy!" "She just needed a hug, Sarge." Callum isn't impressed to find Sally wearing his shirt and he starts to clear up after them (seriously for two people he's helping out they - Sally in particular for entering his bedroom and going through his stuff) have been pretty rude leaving mess around! He tells them Sally wasn't seen by the other driver and he's squared everything else so they're to go to the station and make out that they'd copped off with each other after Ben played the big knight in shining armour outside the club and that they've just got the messages of people trying to get in touch on Ben's phone and have come in to find out what's going on. Sally doesn't think that she can lie and he tells her to blag it as it's not too big a price to pay for drink driving after all(!!). Ben tells her gently that he'll come with her and all she has to do is say she was with him. "I wish I was." she sighs, walking towards the front door. "So do I." Ben sighs quietly.

Will tells Gina that he thinks Joey was telling the truth as he knew Miranda's name and where she'd been that night but said he didn't know anything about the drugs. Stevie suggests he was really keen to keep them away from his dad so she's not quite so sure. Callum asks if Joey thinks the accident was his fault and Will says yes and that he didn't see the other driver. Rachel arrives with Sally's bag in an evidence bag saying it was found near to St Hugh's. It has her phone and purse but no cash, cards or car keys. All eyes are on Ben and Sally as they enter the briefing room.

Gina takes them into her office with Smithy. Sally tells them she slept at Ben's house and that she knows nothing about the car being stolen or any car crash. She says she lost her phone and bag so she didn't get any messages they've left for her but she has cancelled her cards. Smithy points out how easy it is to find a car with a car fob but she insists she didn't think as she'd had a bit to drink. Gina tells her they found her bag a short distance from the hospital and that a woman called Julia Jacob's is suspected of taking it but she did a runner before she could be questioned. Smithy and Gina clearly seem to be a little suspicious but can't question it because Sally had an answer that was logical for every part!

Sally wants to come clean when she realises that the other driver was a 14 year old. Callum takes her into his office and points out that if she coughs she loses her job and gets a conviction and then so do he, Will and Ben for covering up for her and perverting the course of justice. "It's not just about you anymore!" He points out he's lied to more people than he cares to think about for her "People I like, people I respect!" "I'm not soft enough to think you actually care that much about 'Uncle Stoney' but you think about Will, Ben. You've enough on your plate. Don't add to it." He tells her to keep her apologies and to prove he hasn't risked his career for a waste of space and that she owes him that.

Stevie finds that Joey has likely lied to them because there's blood and fibres from Miranda's head and clothes that have been found to show she was sat in the back. Why would she be sat in the back? Especially as her handbag was found in the front and Joey implied that was where she was too. Will suspects that Roy might be working as a cabby and Stevie asks him to check if he has a license. They reinterview Joey and he realises they've caught him in a lie and that they know he is covering for someone. He insists he doesn't know what they're on about and clams up.

Will finds Callum and tells him Joey's story has fallen apart and that Roy's injuries are consistent with a crash. Sally says she might have caught a glimpse of him and Callum insists if she did it's likely he saw her. Stevie appears and tells them that Roy has handed himself in after he heard Joey was in custody and that if he was picking up people as a taxi then he did it illegally. Smithy is going in to interview him and Callum asks if he can come too in Stevie's place.

Roy admits Joey is lying and covering for him. He says he was the driver and that he had Miranda in the car because he was illegally mini-cabbing. The drugs were Miranda's. She was bragging about it as she'd been the one in charge of getting them. When she fell asleep he took them and put them in the glovebox. He told Joey what happened and Joey lied to protect him. He'd been doing it because his wife had left and cut all of them off including the kids and money is tight and doesn't go far enough. Callum asks if he saw the other driver and he remembers she was a blonde woman but insists it was his fault not hers. He was tired and fell asleep behind the wheel. He's angry with himself for leaving the girl laying there. Callum asks if he'd recognise the other driver again with Smithy side eyeing him. He says no and that he wouldn't even want to as it's his fault not hers.

Stevie tells Smithy that Miranda admitted the coke is hers, she sampled some and ended up getting lost. "I'd say that was job done." Smithy says, putting money into the vending machine. "Well, we still need to find Julia Jacobs." "We're hardly going to find her..." he says to Callum ominously. "She's one lucky girl." Sally asks Smithy what happened in the interview and he tells her that Tomlinson took full responsibility. He then tells her to 'get out of here before anyone else starts pointing anymore fingers'.

Bits of this are written weirdly. It's not clear 100% whether Smithy or Gina do definitely suspect Sally is guilty or not. There's little clues to say they do and then Smithy tells Sally that last bit in a tone of voice like he isn't but the words sound like he is! I don't think the director knew what he wanted to impart which is weird cos Reza is usually one of the better directors! (He was the director for the last 2 eps)

Uniform tease Ben as he waits outside for Sally, asking him what happened. He says he took Sally home but put her to bed and slept on the sofa. "You're no fun!" Millie tuts playfully. "The youth of today, far too well behaved!" Tony smirks. Sally tells Ben she'll do whatever it takes to never be in that situation again. Ben gently tells her not to do it to him again and she says she could say the same to him "I'm not worth the effort." She pauses. "...We friends?" "I wouldn't go that far. Come on, Trouble!" Ben smiles, leading her out the station.

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@deathvisited said: [ a night in ]  for our muses to make hot chocolate and snuggle up to watch spooky movies by a fireplace for the evening —— kassy and cal

     kassy had been quite curious to see just what callum was planning for this evening, having sounded vague on the phone but telling her to dress comfy for their night in and that he would be picking her up. well, she would never say no to that and she loved wearing her comfy sweats and an oversized sweater, especially during the fall. though summer was her absolute favourite season she adored fall as a close second if just for her favourite holiday, halloween.

     she wasn't sure if this would be halloween inspired or if they were just having another fun night over at his place but when he picked her up and let her know they wouldn't be going back to his place her brows shot up. i promise i'm not kidnapping you, he told her and she scoffed with a laugh, "you'd be a dead man if you did," she pointed out with a lazy grin knowing sebastian would hunt them down before he even got anywhere. "where are we going then? i like the idea of an impromptu road trip," however she wouldn't have honestly taken him as the kind to be for it.

     "how long have you had this planned?" she asked with a small smirk, hand reaching to poke lightly at his side, wanting to tease him but not get them in a car accident. since the day i mentioned it, he said with a shrug and kassy leaned back with an impressed look on her face. "huh, well then, tickle me surprised," she said.

     it wasn't a long drive but when they pulled down a street that seemed to be completely decked out for halloween and parked in front of one, kassy turned her head to look at him in surprise. "...what's... this?" she asked, sitting to attention as excitement sparkled in her eyes. i don't know, maybe we should check it out, he offered, raising a pumpkin keyring with a single key on it.

     snatching it from him, she hopped out of the car as she headed up, "what is this place? is this ours for the night? seriously?" she asked him incredulously as he blushed with a shy smile and shrug. "callum," she gasped, shaking his shoulder in disbelief as he met her at the door before she opened it, entering the cute little townhouse. inside was decorated too and her jaw dropped, "what the fuck?" she asked with laughter in her tone before turning to him and hugging him with a hard kiss to his lips. after he had a moment to breathe and recouperate, callum explained they had it for the night and that the tv channels here were playing spooky movies non-stop.

     once settled with hot chocolate made and the fireplace on keeping them nice and cozy, the two cuddled up on the couch together, a large fluffy blanket draped over their knees as she rested her head atop his. it was a lot to take in and she could tell by the shy and almost nervous look on his face that maybe he hoped it wasn't too much. with a movie picked she sipped her hot chocolate before turning her head to press a kiss to his cheek, warm lips lingering against his flushed skin. "thank you, cal," she said quietly, nuzzling her nose against him as well. "i really love this," she admitted before lips curled into a smirk as they traveled to tease at his ear, "and you will definitely be rewarded for this tonight." her voice was a quiet, promising purr and when he shivered she could have thought she heard him gulp.

     grinning, she snuggled down with a content sigh, "that is if we don't scare ourselves so much watching these movies that we get too damn paranoid," she laughed, arm wrapping around him as she nuzzled her cheek against his soft hair. usually she liked to be the one to plan things, big extravagant surprises like this but for him to have planned this for them? she'd be lying if her heart wasn't beating a little quicker than normal, a little harder, with that unfamiliar happy ache in her chest. "you're the best," she told him quietly before grinning, "just don't tell sebastian, alright?"

#deathvisited #kassy harwell: answered ask. #verse: modern.

[whumpofdory]

The Spoiled Prince, Part 8

CW: Whipping, human pets mention, slavery mention, fear of death, cursing, lmk if I missed anything

Two days later, the king was still debating what to do with the prisoners. Killing them could cause a war, so that was not his first option. He was angry even now, wanting revenge. And to have Callum so close, within his power… the temptation was almost intoxicating. I have to come to a solid decision first, he scolded himself. It wouldn’t do to get carried away.

Best to list his options. He sat down with purpose at his desk and began quickly scribbling.

Kill them

Kill one of them (Callum)

Offer them jobs

Torture them for information (probably just Callum, the servant is scared enough to tell me the truth for anything) NOTE: Ask the manservant’s name

Torture Callum for catharsis

He looked back over the list. Jobs was a good idea. Of course they could only be well-treated slaves by technicality; they would not be allowed to go free, as that would completely undermine Alvard’s word. But he would treat them well (the boy at least).

A pet. The tradition came to Alvard in an instant. The rulers of Slivgrad had a long standing habit of taking human pets as a status symbol. He had declined the offer of the nobles to take one of their children as a pet but Callum… what better way to teach an insolent prince his new place? And it certainly would make a statement. Training would give time for torture and revenge, but always moving toward a goal. How perfect.

The manservant could be offered a job in the castle. Alvard was certain the boy would take it, and eventually enjoy his new life. He didn’t give the impression of a troublemaker and might even have a better life here than he did before. Even the nobles were not allowed to carry out violence on servants or slaves without evidence of good reason here.

Evine sat uncomfortable on the thin mat in his cell. He was sure their execution would be carried out at any moment. Even so, he was worried about Callum. Until now, Evine had never seen him cry, except maybe with laughter. Now the prince’s eyes were red, his silvery blond hair dishevelled. “Callum? Are you okay?” Evine asked quietly.

“Obviously I’m not okay! My father abandoned me here and gods know what that evil asshole has planned! Leave me alone!” Callum’s words came out loud and quick, almost a jumble of panic and despair. 

“Sorry. Just know I’m here. He seems okay with me, maybe I can talk to him and-”

“I don’t need you to speak to a king on my behalf!” Callum snarled. “Just keep your fucking mouth shut and maybe we’ll get out of here alive.”

Evine was startled at the idea of staying alive. All he’d been hoping for since he arrived was a quick death. Anything better seemed beyond his reach. He stayed silent and waited in silence. 

Eventually the king appeared, regal and gloating. Callum tried to put on bravado, and Evine shrank back. “Good evening, boys. And how are we today?” Evine spoke before Callum could say something inflammatory.

“We’re doing well, thank you. Still a bit sore from the letter.” They both glanced at Callum. “And you?” He added nervously.

“I’m doing fantastic. Finally decided what to do with the two of you.” Both prisoners’ heads perked up at this. 

“Let me guess, you’re going to kill us? How stupid are you? My father may not want me back,” his voice cracked with sadness and anger, “but if new gets out that I’m dead he’ll kill your sister. Cassie, or whatever the bitch’s name is.” Callum thought insults would make him feel better, or at the very least make the king angry and get Alvard to kill him quickly. His plan clearly hadn’t worked. Alvard’s face darkened. 

“On the contrary,” the king’s voice was low and dangerous. Evine looked on in horror as Alvard continued, “I’ve decided to keep you both alive for the foreseeable future. Are either of you familiar with Slivgradian pets?” 

Callum looked confused, but realisation dawned over Evine’s face. “I’ve heard of them.” he said. “Are you going to make us…”

“Just Callum. Would you care to explain to him, or shall I?”

“I- I’ll leave that to you, your Majesty.” The king grinned and turned to Callum.

“For centuries my family has had a tradition of making pets out of people. Collar and all. Usually they’re of high rank, and used as a symbol of our power. And I think,” he flourished his hands and a dark purple strap of leather came into view. “you’d be perfect for the job.” His smile grew as he watched his words sink in. He could almost see the cogs turning in the prince’s brain.

“Oh HELL no. You are not putting that thing on me.”

“I am. And I think you deserve a little something for calling my sister a bitch earlier. Her name is Kalah, by the way.” Alvard advanced into the cell and tried to grab Callum, but the smaller man evaded him, ducking to the side at the last minute. The prince tried to hit the king in the ribs, but with inhuman speed Alvard caught his hand and wrenched it up, dropping the collar to do so. 

He lifted the manacles up, ignoring the writhing and kicking boy attached to them, and hung the centre chain on a hook on the ceiling with practised agility. Callum’s feet now barely reached the floor, his body almost dangling in the middle of the open space. The king took a step back to double check his work, then a step to the side to pick up the collar. 

“Let me down from here immediately. I’m warning you.” 

“Or what, you’ll talk me to death?” Alvard audibly laughed, then became serious. “You ought to save your voice. You’ll need it for your punishment.” he walked behind the prince and put the collar on as gently as he could.

The collar was uncomfortable. He felt like at any moment his breathing would be cut off again. Just like the king had done the first time they met. He made up his mind here and now he would not become a pet. He would never degrade himself that way. He didn’t know much about it, of course, but for how happy it made King Alvard it must be bad for him. 

“A punishment?” Callum sounded angry, incredulous, and the slightest bit scared.

“Of course. You’ve called Kalah a bitch twice now, and spoken very disrespectfully to me, your Master. That is obviously what you will call me now, pet.” As happy as the king was at driving the point home, it only made Callum angrier. 

“Like fuck I will. Now let me down.”

The king waved his hand and a long whip appeared. He dramatically cracked it a few times to the side before stepping behind the prince.

“Now hold on, just wait a moment Ki-”

The whip cracked down against his back and he screamed. He never had to feel pain like this. His station in life ensured that. Now his station was ensuring he was whipped and wore a collar. 

“Wait plea-”

Another crack, another long wide line of anguish. He didn’t have time to say anything as the next strokes snapped up and down at different angles along his flesh. Eventually, Callum stopped trying to speak, resigning himself to the loop of sound and pain. He almost wished he’d taken Evine up on his offer to try to negotiate with the king. 

After an eternity, Alvard stopped and slowly took Callum off the hook. He couldn’t have the prince passing out; he still had more information to give him. More like orders. The difference didn’t really matter anymore. Callum groaned with the feeling of his skin contracting as he was taken down and laid on the floor. 

The king crouched to just above his level and grabbed his hair to look him in the eye. “Next time I am here, you will receive a punishment if your collar is off. You will also receive a punishment if you fail to address me as “Master”. Do you understand? 

Callum wanted to spit in his face. His eyes drifted to the now bloody whip in the king’s hand. He nodded as well as he could with Alvard’s hand holding his head up. 

“Good. See you boys tomorrow.” And with that the king vanished.

Taglist:  @whumpy-butterflies , @pigeonwhumps , @wolves-and-winters​

#whump #whump ideas #whump blog #whump scenario #royal whumpee #royal whumper #whumper #whumpee #pet whump #Callum #Alvard #Evine #collar

[pollenallergie]

I like to think that older!Tom wasn’t originally Jago’s first choice of owner. Like, initially, that lifelong stray had absolutely no intention of being a part of a household in the first place. But then, he had a violent altercation with a couple of foxes (which he just narrowly escaped from mostly unscathed), and he was like, “Ya know what? Fuck this, I’m going indoors.” So, he wandered in through the first open door he found…

… which was not a door to Tom’s house. No, it was the front door of a restaurant, a bustling restaurant, so, naturally, he got shooed out of there pretty quickly. So he went to the second open door he found, which was the front door of some sweet old lady’s house. It seems like she would’ve been the perfect fit for Jago, right? Wrong. It turns out she already had a cat, and that cat was a bitch, a big meanie who chased poor little Jago out (and fucked him up a little on the way out). So, then Jago went into the third opened door he found, and that door? Yeah, that door was the front door to Tom’s house, which Tom had unintentionally left a bit ajar when he went to take the trash out. As Tom was heading towards his trash cans with the big bag of garbage, Jago was gently batting the front door open and slinking inside. Now, this was quite a bit before Tom had adopted Haz, and that night, Tom’s housemate, Callum, wasn’t home, so there was no one in the house to alert Tom to the tiny orange intruder that had snuck in.

When Tom got back inside, he shut the front door, locked it, and headed towards the kitchen to replace the bag in his garbage can, only to find a strange, scratched-up orange tabby perched on his kitchen counter, lapping up dirty dishwater out of one of the dirty cups Tom had in his sink, just waiting to be washed. Luckily for Jago, Tom was incredibly stoned that night, so while sober!Tom might’ve reacted a little more harshly and tried to scare the strange cat off, high!Tom was like, “What the fuck??” and then, suddenly, Jago lost his footing and fell face first into the sink, splashing himself with the disgusting dishwater that had been left sitting in some of the dishes in the sink… and Tom lost it, he started laughing so hard he legitimately couldn’t remain standing. He fell to the floor, clutching his tummy, and howling with laughter as the pathetic orange tabby simply gave up and lay down in the kitchen sink. Tom, in his high state, ended up simply leaving the cat be in the kitchen when he went to bed later that night, figuring he’d deal with the little fellow in the morning.

When morning came, and Tom was of much sounder mind, he realized just how badly beaten up the poor little guy resting in his kitchen sink was. So, he took him to the closest emergency animal clinic he could find and got him checked out. The little guy was mostly okay, just a bit banged up, but he did have one major medical issue… He had feline chlamydia. God, even sober, Tom had such a hard time not busting up laughing at that in the middle of the vet’s office. What are the odds that the cat who just waltzed right into Tom’s life last night was a total fucking sleazeball?? A man-whore, if you will. Technically feline chlamydia is more of a lung infection than anything, but, fuck, Tom didn’t know that; he thought that strange orange tabby had a fucking venereal disease. If the vet could tell that Tom was just barely holding back laughter, he certainly didn’t let on that he knew, for which Tom was immensely grateful. So, anyway, it turns out the little man was actually sick and in need of a place to crash.

At first, Tom had been planning on dropping him off at the local shelter and being done with it, but then, on the drive home, Jago didn’t quite jump high enough to get up into the car and ended up head-butting the side of the seat, making Tom laugh once more, and, so Tom figured the little guy’s good for a laugh, probably a little dumb (hence why he’s good for a laugh), and a total sweetheart (he didn’t scratch Tom once during their entire vet trip; not when Tom picked him up to put him the car, not when Tom carried him into the vet clinic, and not when Tom had to help hold him in place so that the vet could check his temperature). Tom figured the cat was a pretty chill little dude and, given how rarely Callum was home, he’d begun to get lonely, so much so that he often spent most of his free time going to his mum’s house to bug her. So, Tom decided to keep the little orange tabby after all; that way, he wouldn’t be so lonely all the time (and he wouldn’t have to bother his poor sweet mum so much), and, that way, the little guy could get the proper care he needs while he heals up. Tom ended up naming the little orange tabby “Jago” because he reminded him of this one kid he went to primary school with who was called Jago and who was a bit dumb but super kind and always good for a laugh; he’d been one of Tom’s best mates when he was about 9 or 10.

#older!tom #older!tom grant #tom grant x reader #the lads <3 #jago grant

[churchofthegreytrousers]

Where was Callum's unconditional support when he was giving Ben an ultimatum to turn up to a pride party or get a divorce? 😤😠 Or when Ben was literally stood there telling him he was scared? Fuck Callum's unconditional support. Hypocrite.

I love Callum, I do, but his behaviour the last few months has pissed me off.

#i love callum really

[raayllum]

Do you truly believe that Callum is the only best thing that's happened to Rayla?

I don't think Callum is the only good thing in Rayla's life, but I do absolutely agree with her sentiment that he's the best thing she's ever had / that's ever happened to her. This is for a few reasons (mostly only talking about arc 1 as that's the time she's referring to, but I'm also gonna be touching on S4/S5):

In Bloodmoon Huntress, the long time headcanon of post-s1-s3 fans that Rayla was a relatively friendless / lonely child was confirmed. This makes Callum and Ezran her first real friends, and while she's more likely to lean on Ezran for support (in arc 1 at least) initially than Callum is, Callum is still more so her peer (due to being similar ages) and is her first and main Best Friend. For that alone, I'd buy her statement.

Then there's the other ways Callum has changed her life. He is:

The person who inspired her to actively work towards breaking the cycle past the point of 1) believing it was right for Zym to return home and 2) to make up for her parents' perceived/failures mistakes, as seen most prominently in 2x07. This is something she is willing to die for, and while Rayla is (unfortunately) willing to die for many things, this is the cause she believes in and feels centred in: "Every fibre in my body is telling me that [leaving her] is wrong [...] It doesn't just feel like the right thing to do, it feels like the right thing for me to do. It's where I'm meant to be." ("Look at yourself, Rayla. Who are you? What do you stand for? Once you know that, you'll end up where you were always meant to be.") Someone giving you a much more positive worldview that aligns with your values and sense of rightness is certainly a big deal (and a positive one, particularly for someone who's struggled with hesitating over what feels right for so much of her life.

Callum is the first person in Rayla's life to love her wholly unconditionally. While Rayla is deeply loved by all four of her parents, and I've gone on record saying that Tiadrin and Lain didn't do anything wrong, arc 1 sees Rayla brush up against the lingering cultural hangups and choices that make her family's love for her feel if not outright be somewhat conditional. She is shunned by her village (condition 1), while Ethari says goodbye to her and embraces her he still turned his back on her (condition 2), Runaan was heavily disappointed in her betrayal of him/the mission and left her (condition 3), and her parents put their duty over her / being her parents (condition 4). Callum says fuck all that shit. He refuses to leave even when she's pushing him away. He loves and admires her for the exact things she's been punished or shamed for ("You have true courage and a big heart" -> "Even when her own people might misunderstand and turn against her"). He says she doesn't deserve to be Ghosted, she doesn't deserve to be unjustly turned away for a mistake she didn't even make, he says and shows that it's okay for her to be scared and that she can (and should) rely on him.

This is even more intrinsically tethered given Chasing Shadows and the canon fact that Callum and his love for her 1) kept her from throwing what little remained of her life away entirely and 2) literally kept her from forsaking her name/identity/everything else that makes her Rayla and 3) gave her the courage to try and come home to somewhere she'd be safe and loved, even if she knew/felt she didn't deserve to. There's an underlying belief in Chasing Shadows we see carry through into S4 where Rayla truly believes Callum can do and overcome just about anything, and if he can do the impossible, then maybe so can she:

She backed away, close to the pit’s edge. The crowd shouted and screamed at her ears, their spittle landing on her neck. It rattled her. The human kicked dirt at her, and Rayla scraped at her eyes, angry—infuriated, even. Humans were frustrating. Humans were clever. Humans could do anything, they could be anything, they could take their own fates and change them—

It is for all these reasons that Rayla clearly considers him to be her family and the love of her life. She gives him the pendant (from Ethari to Runaan, then Ethari to her, and then her to Callum) as a symbol of both familial and romantic love. He seems to be the first person she's had serious feelings for and certainly the first person she's fallen in love with.

She was originally going to confess first (2x09) back when she clearly didn't have any thought or inclination he'd ever love her back, either. Then he did, and it elevated an already very steady and safe relationship to one that was good natured, even more incredibly supportive, and wholly unconditional.

And given how he supports and loves her in S4 and S5, I am even more inclined to think she's Right <3

#rayllum #tdp rayla #pining!rayla #arc 1 #arc 2 #multi

[perpetually-sad-but-its-fine]

chicago pd 10x12

im not ready in the slightest

i do not want to see sean o’neal’s ass on my screen

this beginning is great

hailey sleeping in a bed by herself

OH MY GOD WAIT

HAILEY AND VANNESSA

MY BABIES

WE DESERVED MORE OF THEM

im going feral over a picture

these piCTURES

is that a picture of jay as a kid???

I WANTED TO SEE IT MORE CLOSELY

ALL OF JAYS STUFF

IS COFFEE MUG

good god

o’neal

back the fuck up

nobody likes you

god

hailey

my GOD

JAY PICK UP THE GODDAMN PHONE

COME ON HALSTEAD

SHE DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER 

hailey excitedly looking at the phone only for it to be county jail???

im done

i can't

trudyyyyyy

trudy and hailey my mother-daughter duo

GOD SHES STILL WEARING THE RING

IM IN PAIN

oh fuck you

i hate you

so much

so so so so much

like

fuck off

ugh

‘you came’

SHUT YOUR ASS UP

NOW

oh my god

i hate him so much

and hes barely said anything

‘there is no you and me!’

HER VOICE BREAKING

THE TEARS IN HER EYES

attagirl hailey

as you fuckin should

‘things you could use’

i'll use your face to mop the fuckin floor with your blood

no

stop it

CHICAGO PD

LEAVE HER ALONE GODDAMMIT

i hope you die

genuinely

dammit this isn't gonna go well

hes telling the truth

i don't want him to be telling the truth

but he is

i can feel it

this is already scaring me and she hasn't gone inside yet

OH MY GOD BLOOD

hailey please be careful

what the fuck?

what's this

OH MY GOD

WHATS HAPPENING

no this poor child

noooooooo

im emotionally invested already

agh

why must this hurt me so much

hailey being a compassionate, lovely person

i love her

aW GOD

THIS POOR CHILD

he is scarred

truly

seeing voight interact with this child is truly heart-warming

i wanna see him interact with his grand

whatever happened with olive and little baby daniel anyways?

goddammit

im hurT

callum is gonna get hurt at some point during this episode, isn't he?

HIS HAND WAS SHAKING

THIS POOR KID

oh the hug

im too weak

stop

‘creepy clown masks’

i hate it

so much

this kid is a good actor

trudyyyy

i always love seeing trudy interact with kids

oh god

voight sending hailey back to sean

i don't like it

oh a lovely start

sean

shut the fucK UP

i hate him

so so so so so so much

i want to kill him

SEAN

LEAVE HER ALONE

no

don't trust him

fucker

ill murder you in your sleep

ugh

ew

‘to share them with me’

the look of disgust on everyone’s face

lovely

i despise all of this

the father of samantha’s here

yay

more pain

good god

lady

shut the fuck up about my wife

she did not ask for this

‘hes a psychopath’

and what are you exactly?

kim and adammmm

the look of murder on lim’s face is so true

i love it

‘i will get it all... for you’

SHUT THE FUCK UP

adam looks like he wants to punch him

id pay good money to see that

this isn't gonna end well

i do not like this conversation

not in the slightest

oh ew

no

no

no

disgusting

*gagging sounds*

im gonna throw up

actually

ugh

no

stop

stoP IT

E W

S T O P

no

im actually so repulsed

i will throw up

hailey

don't do something stupid

or rash

oh good

he stopped

my skin is still crawling

nope nvm

its still crawling

i wanna tear my hair out

father

tell the truth

please

oh god

god im actually gonna throw up

TELL THE TRUTH RICHARD

P L EA SE

TELL THE TR U T H

oh lovely

somethings gonna go wrong

and she won't be there

or she’ll be dead

please keep my babies safe

please

she isn't there

i fuckin knew it

so fuckin convenient

how do the becks fit?

richard beck prolly did something

tell the truth man

please

help t h e m

yea richard

why are you lying

tell the goddamn truth

hailey’s gonna come with some sort drop on richard

oh no nvm

its something else

something’s gonna go wrong here too

yay

shootout

I KNEW SOMETHING WAS GOING TO GO WRONG

joy

one of them’s dead

this chase isn't gonna end well

something’s gonna happen

oh lovely

the van flipped

what're the chances both of them are dead?

oh gunshots

yay

oh samantha

my poor child

oh no

noooooo

samantha

god

i want an explanation to all of this

don't lie samantha

how convenient that both of them are dead

this is something else

i knew that there’s something wrong with the dad

‘you want us to keep an eye on him?’

‘you’re damn right’

lovely

can't wait to see where this goes

its gonna come up later, i can feel it

how come her HUSBANDs name in her phone is ‘jay halstead’

it should've been ‘hubby’

or ‘handsome’

or ‘baby’

or ‘detective hotstead’

dammit

hailey getting so excited with the phone ringing only to find out that its the county jail

‘my husband is jay halstead’

IM CRYING

her voice breaking and shaking

im not okay

no

shes about to cry

EXTENSION????

NO

PLEASE NO

IM CRYING

STOP

STOP

STOP

NO THE RING

STOP IT

I HATE EVERYTHING

sean i despise you with everything that i have

i would like to kill you

god that scar on his head scares me

sean

shut the fuck up

idk how many times ive said that

but shut up

‘its a good speech but youre giving it to the wrong person’

IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE A REFERENCE TO JAY??

CUZ ILL KILL HIM

chicago pd writers better sleep with one eye open

im coming for you

#*kissy kissy* watches chicago pd #chicago pd 10x12 #chicago pd spoilers #hailey upton #adam ruzek #hank voight #kim burgess #dante torres #trudy platt

[livingprophecy]

@fateviled​  asked:      ‘  everything  i  love  has  been  taken  from  me.  what  do  i  have  left  to  fight  for?  ’  elian  @  baz  oopsies      /      growling  suggestions.

          𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐎𝐅  his  past  haunted  him,  and  it  all  came  back  around  in  the  form  of  elian,  in  almost  the  exact  same  shoes  baz  was  over  twenty  years  ago.  hell,  it  matched  down  to  the  man  hunting  him  down  —  alexander  lyndon.  once  his  friend,  now  a  father  pushing  away  his  only  son,  baz  had  nothing  left  but  hatred  for  the  hero,  and  after  spending  years  running  too,  he  doesn’t  want  someone  else  to  have  to  go  through  the  same  thing.      (this  time  he  could  fix  it:      he  fucked  up  his  own  story,  but  it’s  still  early  on  in  elian’s,  and  maybe,  just  maybe,  he  can  correct  the  mistakes  he’d  made).      he  stands  up  from  the  door  frame,  making  his  way  to  the  bed,  sitting  at  the  end,  giving  the  kid  plenty  of  space.  the  last  thing  he  wants  to  do  is  spook  him.      “YOU’RE  WRONG.”      he  says  first,  surprised  that  his  voice  isn’t  shaking.  inside,  he’s  terrified;      baz  never  had  a  mentor  like  this,  someone  who  steered  him  in  the  right  direction  instead  of  just  letting  the  pieces  fall.  he  has  no  idea  if  what  he’s  saying  is  going  to  help  or  hurt  further,  but  it  seems  that  regardless,  he  was  going  to  make  it  sound  right.  he  glances  over  his  shoulder  at  elian,  still  sitting  on  the  side  of  the  bed  himself,  and  he  lets  out  a  breath,  shaking  his  head.      “we  both  know  you  wouldn’t  be  here,  if  it  was  everything.”      he  glances  at  the  bag  in  the  corner,  still  mostly  packed  up  and  ready  to  go,  should  he  need  to  make  his  escape.  but  if  he  was  going  to  run,  he  would  have  done  so  already,  the  second  the  tracker  was  out  of  his  arm.      (the  tracker  that  he’d  accused  elian  of  bringing  in  willingly  —  god,  he’s  such  a  fucking  idiot).    

          𝐇𝐄’𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄  what  that  means,  of  course.  baz  isn’t  sure  what’s  making  the  kid  stay,  after  his  abrasive  behavior  that  only  got  worse  after  he  realized  alexander  was  involved.  callum  had  tried  his  best  to  get  through  to  him,  though  it  didn’t  seem  like  anything  was  working,  and  aurora  still  was  keeping  her  distance,  not  that  baz  blames  her.  trust  isn’t  something  easy  to  come  by  anymore.  hands  clasp  in  front  of  him,  and  baz  fixes  his  gaze  on  the  floor,  considering  his  next  words  carefully.  the  memory  is  ripped  out  of  his  mind  without  him  being  able  to  stop  it,  and  he  lets  the  words  tumble  out.      “i  was  your  age,  when  my  dad  died.  i  was  so  —  lost.  like  i  was  in  this  pit  i  didn’t  think  i  could  crawl  out  of.”      he  runs  his  hands  against  his  thighs,  one  of  the  numerous  anxious  ticks  he’s  sure  he’s  showing  in  this  moment:      he’d  never  told  anyone  about  how  he  felt  after  his  dad  died.  he’d  only  mentioned  it  to  callum  once,  and  then  they  didn’t  talk  about  it  again.  and  yet  here  he  was,  telling  a  kid  he’s  just  met  about  the  hole  he  dug  for  himself,  and  he’s  still  pulling  himself  to  the  surface.  but  the  reason  he  says  it,  what’s  most  important,  is  he’s  positive  elian  feels  the  same  way.  LOST,  CONFUSED,  SCARED,  ANGRY.  but  baz  took  those  emotions  and  channeled  them  into  being  a  villain,  doing  something  with  his  life.  he  looks  over  at  elian  again,  watching  him  carefully.      “if  you  let  yourself  think  that  way,  then  they’ve  won.  you  make  something  to  fight  for,  and  you  keep  going.”      tone  intense,  each  word  emphasized  as  much  as  he  can;      there  would  be  something  worth  fighting  for,  but  it  was  time  for  him  to  make  that  for  himself.  something  those  hero  fucks  couldn’t  take  away.  he  winces,  shaking  his  head  again.      “and  you  find  people  who  are  willing  to  fight  when  you  don’t  think  you  can.”      yeah,  and  he’s  done  a  great  job  modeling  that  behavior  so  far.  but  something  has  shifted  him  in  that  moment,  or  maybe  he’s  recognizing  that  it  already  had  —  HE  WOULD  DO  JUST  ABOUT  ANYTHING  TO  KEEP  THIS  KID  SAFE.  he  knows  callum  feels  the  same.  quieter  this  time,  he  turns  his  body  to  face  elian,  not  taking  his  eyes  off  of  him.      “you  don’t  have  to  know  what  that  thing  is  yet.  just  —  stay,  for  a  bit.  until  you’ve  got  a  better  idea.”      he  can’t  believe  he’s  offering  it:      he  knows  it’s  the  right  thing  to  do.  he  knows  it’s  what  he  wants,  too.

#fateviled #yeah oopsies my ass i fucking hate you #so anyways. post tracker removal. elian not knowing what to do with his life now. #this is. baz extending the olive branch. after already apologizing once #this is. him doing his best to prove it to elian that he does care. #because as much as he doesn't want to admit it he does #all he can see is who he was as a kid and its fucking killing him #to see someone go through the same shit. AND NOT ONLY THAT. BUT AT THE HAND OF THE SAME BASTARD. #yeah i just. :))))) #keeping his distance to make sure elian feels comfortable. talking about his own past. telling him he'll fight for him if he needs. #it's just going to make me fucking melt down and i really fucking . want to walk into traffic cuz of this one bestie <3 #fuck you. goodbye. #&. 𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀 ) who hasn’t ever wondered: am i a monster or is this what it means to be a person? #q. #&. 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ) i heard melodies from angels. #fateviled ) baz & elian.

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Keep thinking about Stuart vehemently telling Phil he’ll kill him if he hurts Callum, and then his meek little “Callum, don’t shout at me right? But...”

#a weird thing to think about I know #when all that other stuff happened #but idk it makes me laugh #no probs at all threatening the resident ~hard man #but telling callum he’s fucked up scares him #😂😂 #eastenders