#cara reads the unspoken name

[agardenandlibrary]

I need a venn diagram for Gideon the Ninth, Unspoken Name, and the Tombs of Atuan where the middle is "spooky tomb priestess"

#cara reads earthsea #cara reads the unspoken name

[peachtree-dish]

Chapter 6: Pesnami bene mentre ti sogno

05 Novembre 1969

Alberto giggled to himself as he read the latest contents of Luca’s letter. The new school year had certainly started with a bang, almost literally. Luca had openly described his conversation with Signora Mia about the concepts of human mating and had vocally expressed his bewilderment of the whole concept. Alberto could only imagine the embarrassment Luca had felt during that discussion, although a part of him felt warm that his friend would trust him enough to talk about it. While he wasn’t necessarily an expert on human mating or romance, nothing that Luca wrote to him about it had shocked him. Alberto would need more than two hands to be able to count how often his father had dismissed him from the tower when he brought a new mate around. Pushing the memory away, the teen resolved that that part of the letter would remain unshared with the rest of the family. Shifting on his bed, Alberto held the letter closer to his bedside candle and continued reading.

‘I wish I could say that was the craziest part of my week, Berto. But, just a few days ago, we made a new acquaintance with a girl from Giulia’s grade level. Her name is Luisa, and guess what? She’s like us! Another sea monster, except her famiglia’s from southern Italy…’

“What!?” Alberto yelled, nearly ripping the letter in half in surprise. He winced, remembering the late hour and he waited for a moment, praying that he hadn’t woken Massimo. When the house remained still, he frantically went back to reading the letter, his hands trembling with anticipation.

‘She gets along really well with Giulia and Dante; Giulia especially because she threatens anyone who seems remotely threatening, which is kind of ironic. Luisa doesn’t like to talk about her life before coming to Genoa, so I don’t ask. Some kids at school say mean things to her, they say these ugly words about her skin. I don’t understand why humans are so focused on appearances, caro; fish come in all colors and shapes, but they’re still fish. I guess I thought humans would think the same way…’

“Not everyone is as good as you, that’s why,” Alberto mumbled, he smiled warmly.

‘Bene, I guess that’s all I have for now. Can’t wait to hear from you!

Il vostro,

Luca’

Alberto’s heart fluttered in his chest every time he read those closing remarks. He knew Luca didn’t mean it that way, but just for a moment, he could pretend that Luca really was his, as much as he was Luca’s. He skimmed back over the pages of the letter, still shocked by Luca’s revelation. He hadn’t realized there was other sea folk out in the world, but he guessed it made sense.

Tucking the letter under his pillow, the teen resolved to talk to the Paguro family in the afternoon after fishing. Perhaps they would have an idea about Luisa’s situation.

The water felt warm and inviting as it hugged Alberto’s scaled form. He stretched languidly, ever amazed at how water could make him feel. Warm laughter reached his ears and Alberto grinned at the voice.

“Enjoying yourself, ragazzo?” Alberto lazily faced Luca, feeling unhurried to respond immediately. Luca rolled his eyes and swam forward to slide his tail along with Alberto’s, the feeling causing his nerves to tingle and his gills to flap nervously. He reached his hand out, wrapping his hand around Luca’s waist and pulling his body towards his own. Alberto wrapped himself around his best friend, nuzzling the sensitive area between Luca’s jaw and gills. Luca hummed approvingly, his hands gliding and pulling against Alberto’s scaled hair in such a way that had Alberto gasping out. His body was beginning to feel unbearably warm and light, like a fire was beginning in his stomach and spreading outward.

“Luca,” he whined against his friend’s shoulder, desperate to bring him closer. Luca pressed a smiling kiss against the corner of Alberto’s mouth.

“Pazienzia, tesoro. No need to be so desperate,” Luca chuckled while he trailed his hands down Alberto’s sides, his nose rubbing deliberately against Alberto’s. When his lips finally closed the distance, the older teen was too far gone, his mind fogged with delirious pleasure. Luca’s mouth was hot as he opened under Alberto, encouraging him wordlessly. He pulled away and grinned down at Alberto’s flustered face, he flexed his claws against Alberto’s chest, the pain catching him off guard.

“Hey, wait, that hurts-” Luca’s claws flexed again, puncturing his scales.

With a yelp, Alberto woke up to find a very large, very angry cat gripping the front of his shirt. Machiavelli growled disapprovingly at Alberto before releasing his claws and scurrying to the end of the bed.

“Maledetto gatto,” Alberto grumbled as he rubbed his sore chest. The 15-year-old monster wasn’t sure if he should be grateful for the wake-up call or distressed that there was a chance Machiavelli knew exactly what he had been dreaming about. His cheeks were still flushed with excitement, and he didn’t need to look down to know he was having a mild situation. He was surprised to see patches of scales blooming across his skin from where sweat had gathered in his sleep, and he quickly shook himself to clear the evidence. Outside was still dark, but that didn’t mean Massimo wouldn’t come looking for him soon.

Alberto stood awkwardly and went to the window to press his hot forehead against the glass, willing his body to calm down. The guilt inevitably came once he remembered the contents of his dream. It wasn’t right of him to think of Luca that way or to have such feelings. How would Luca react if he knew? Alberto scrubbed his hand down his face in frustration.

You always were a troubled child, Berto. Why do you think I left you?

Alberto growled, stubbornly pushing his father’s voice away. Luca would never find out, it was as simple as that.

“Come on, Alberto,” He mumbled to his reflection in the glass, “you’re an expert at hiding things.”

As the stars began to fade behind the rays of the morning sun, Massimo would find Alberto wide awake and dressed for their morning fishing, two cups of caffè steaming on the table beside him. Though Alberto was excellent at hiding his emotions, Massimo knew when he was hurting, and the thought troubled his old heart.

“Sea monsters from the south, eh?” Lorenzo stared wide-eyed at Alberto as he poured rich, red wine into small glasses for the adults at the table, while Alberto, Ciccio, and Guido drank Coca-Cola respectively.

“That’s what Luca wrote. He said Luisa and her family are from the Sicilian coast, they moved to Genoa not too long ago.”

“I had no idea we had people that far south,” Daniela mused, she looked just as shocked as her husband. Her mother scoffed from beside her, Nonna’s cheeks already flushed red from the alcohol. Alberto wouldn’t be surprised if she’d already been drinking before she’d arrived.

“Of course, we sea folk are everywhere,” Nonna harrumphed, her round belly bouncing with the effort. “The problem is that we’re too damn good at not getting found.” She paused to contemplate, “At least that was the case up until last year.”

“Wait, does that mean there are even sea monsters in Antarctica?” Guido pressed, his hands were clutched tightly around his coke glass, the heat coming from them fogging up the sides.

Nonna shrugged before taking a sip of wine, “Probably. You humans have to understand that we’re a very adaptable people and we’ve been hiding from you for millennia.”

“And just how do you know about all this, Ma?”

“Cara, you know I love you, but my horizons were a lot wider before you came along. Where do you think Luca got his buon senso from?” Daniela tsked while Nonna smugly drank from her glass.

“It makes sense if you think about it,” Ciccio piped up. Several sets of eyes turned to him, and the poor teen shrank into his chair. “Humans have been migrating all around the world since the beginning, and so do animals. It seems only natural that your species would do the same.” He trailed off as everyone stared at him in shock. Ciccio wasn’t known to speak often or for so long.

“Ciccio, I had no idea there was more than dough in that curly head of yours,” Guido wrapped a supportive arm around the blonde’s shoulders and wiped an imaginary tear. “I’m so proud.” Ciccio rolled his eyes, but he relaxed into his chair while everyone laughed good-naturedly.

Alberto glanced at Massimo who had not said one word throughout the exchange, which for the mountainous man was not unusual. However, he also hadn’t drunk any of his wine and that was abnormal. The young sea monster tilted his head at the man, confident that he would sea his unspoken question. Massimo nodded his head slightly and cleared his throat, the action catching the attention of everyone present.

“Something seems off about Luisa’s situation, I think Luca needs to proceed with caution.” With that said, he tossed the wine back and tapped the glass on the table before excusing himself. Alberto frowned in confusion, finding the behavior odd. He was not left any time to dwell on it when Guido spoke from beside him.

“Do you think Luca’s going to ask her out?”

“What?” Alberto immediately zeroed in on the conversation as Lorenzo and Daniela shared an eager look.

“Oh, wouldn’t that be lovely?” Daniela cooed.

“What makes you think he even likes her?” Alberto grimaced, his voice coming out louder than intended. He gave a shaky laugh as the Paguro family turned to him in shock.

“I mean, they’ve just met, you can’t assume his feelings from one letter.”

“Ah, all it takes is a little time.” Lorenza waved his hand in dismissal.

“Don’t worry, Alberto caro, you’ll still have your best friend!” Daniela assured, misreading his upset, “Besides, once you find yourself a nice girl, you can all hang out together!” Alberto stared open-mouthed at the older monster, completely floored at her assumptions.

He desperately wanted to tell her, tell them all, that it wasn’t okay! It wouldn’t be the same, and there would never be a girl for him to find. But he couldn’t voice all that, not yet most likely never. They’d never accept you if you did, his father sneered. They’d be repulsed and remove Luca from your life permanently. Nonna Paguro watched the scene unfold with a frown and when her gaze landed on Alberto, he froze. He felt that she knew exactly what he was thinking, and the thought silenced his frustration, replacing it with ice-cold dread. Relaxing and placing a confident grin on his face, he shrugged nonchalantly.

“Heh, sure.” He slumped back in his seat before aggressively pulling his drink towards him and slurping loudly, too afraid of leaving his mouth unoccupied. Beside him, Ciccio and Guido shared a look of concern before speaking once more.

“Hey, Alberto, why don’t you come back to my papa’s garage tonight and we can continue working on Signore Massimo’s pickup?” Guido placed a comforting hand on the teen’s shoulder. “We can run through the mechanics again to prepare you for the colder season, si?”

Momentarily distracted, Alberto scoffed, “As if I’d ever forgotten, stupido!” Guido grinned and nodded.

“I thought as much. We’ll catch you later then.” Politely excusing themselves and taking their bottles with them, the pair left quickly. Alberto also excused himself from the group, eager to escape Nonna’s penetrating stare and the giddy conversation of both Daniela and Lorenzo.

He found Massimo outside, repairing the nets and removing the knots that stubbornly clung to one another. For all his clever ways of overcoming his disability, there were still certain things that the old fisherman struggled with. The nets continued to slip from his fingers as the man impatiently tried to pull the knots free using his good hand and teeth. Quietly, Alberto sat next to him and picked up the net to begin loosening the knots.

“You repair, I’ll untangle.” He chanced a look at Massimo, whose only response was to quirk an eyebrow approvingly before returning to his portion. After working together in silence for a time Alberto finally spoke, his racing thoughts becoming too much for the silence of his mind.

“Why don’t you trust Luisa?” He asked softly, eyes trained solely on his work. Massimo paused in what he was doing before resuming. When he eventually spoke, his words were stilted.

“Perhaps I am overthinking… I worry that she does not share so much with Luca or my figlia. Luisa’s situation is unique, vero, but I worry about the things she is not saying.” Alberto sat for a moment, Massimo’s words rolling through his mind like the waves on the beach.

“She seems to be okay, though. I don’t think she wants to hurt anyone, especially one of her own kind.” Massimo hummed in agreement.

“Si, but even the brightest days can threaten rain.” He turned to look at Alberto, the net forgotten in his lap. “Do your people know about our Great Wars?” When Alberto shrugged in confusion, the older man continued.

“Before you were born, when I was around your age, my country went to war for something that we thought was right. Our leaders told us one thing but then would act differently. Looking back, I realize they were foolish, selfish men who caused the death of many good people.” Massimo twisted his net bitterly. “I just don’t want Luca or my Giulietta getting hurt by any more lies.” Alberto squirmed slightly, his mind reflecting on his own secrets.

A secret isn’t a lie, he grumbled mentally. His gut feeling disagreed heavily with him on that.

“I know Luca would never let anything happen to Giulia, so I don’t think you have to worry about them. I’d be more concerned for Luisa if she ever tries something; Giulia is terrifying.” Massimo chuckled heartily and clapped Alberto on the shoulder with his massive hand.

“Buon punto, figlio mio. She gets it from her mother, I think.” Alberto smiled, feeling warm at Massimo’s words.

He’d never consider you a son if he knew the truth about you, Alberto’s father chuckled darkly. He’d be disgusted if he knew how vile you really are. Alberto grimaced and muttered, “Silenzio, Bruno,” under his breath.

“Cosa?” Massimo hummed in confusion.

“Oh, niente. Is it all right if I go see Ciccio and Guido tonight, they wanted to work on the Hudson?” He eagerly changed the subject

“Of course, Alberto. Just be back before it gets too late, si?”

Alberto nodded and stood to brush the dust from his pants. “Grazie, I’ll be back on time, I promise.”

Turning the key, Alberto relaxed into the seat as the engine rumbled, its vibrations easing the tension in his body. Mechanics were simple, which is why Alberto loved them so much. The Hudson lazily made its way through the streets of the town, climbing the steep hill until it nearly reached the top where Guido lived with his parents. Ciccio and Guido were waiting for him under one of the garage’s many lights. On either side of them lay cars and Vespas alike, all dormant and a few with parts strewed on or under them.

At the sound of the Hudson’s engine, both teens eagerly raced to the driver’s side. Within moments, the truck’s hood was popped, and each boy began working on separate parts of the vehicle. Guido knew more about cars and engines from his father, but Alberto listened intently each time the brunette explained things. He had been such a quick learner that Guido’s father insisted that he train under him during the winter months when the fishing was light enough for Massimo to do on his own.

Signore Capellino was a tall, slender man with a long face and stern eyes. At one point he had held a harpoon aimed at both Luca and Alberto as they stood surrounded in Porto Rosso’s plaza, but once he knew Alberto, his prejudices had all but disappeared. Especially when he discovered Alberto’s interest in mechanics.

“I worked in Caproni’s company during the war,” he once explained to Alberto while working on the engine of a beat-up convertible, “the planes we built were arte, and then our government took them and filled them with bombs.” He spat on the ground. “we were making history in those days, ragazzo!”

Alberto had no idea who Caproni was, but he figured he must have been important for Signore Capellino to feel so strongly about it.

Back in the present, Alberto was twisting off bolts from the connecting rod of the engine. Years of grime and dirt creating a slimy glue that kept the bolts stubbornly in place.

“So, are you going to tell us what’s really bothering you?” Guido’s voice startled him from his efforts. He leaned out from behind the driver’s seat to peer at Alberto. Shrugging, Alberto returned to the engine, using the hood to hide his expression.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bah, you are as stubborn as those bolts, amico. We’ve watched you pout every time Luca leaves for nine months, but you seem even more rovesciato than usual.” Alberto gaped at him, feeling indignant.

“I don’t pout!”

“You do.” Ciccio’s voice sang from under the engine. Feeling resentful, Alberto sprayed oil in the general direction of the blond boy, feeling vindicated when he shouted in surprise.

“Is it a sea monster thing?” Guido pressed gently. Alberto sighed, trying to stave off the wave of panic rising in his chest.

“Not exactly, more of an Alberto thing.” He pressed his lips in a thin line, feeling thoroughly trapped.

Guido sighed, “Okay, you don’t have to say anything, but,” He held up a finger, “when you are ready to talk about it, we’ll be here.” Alberto chuckled, his chest feeling lighter. Guido and Ciccio were good people, and he was lucky to have them.

“Grazie, ragazzi I appreciate it.” And he meant it. In the back of his mind, Alberto wondered if he would ever be able to voice his fears. Perhaps not, but if the day ever came, he could trust that Guido and Ciccio would be there and that was enough.

16 novembre, 1969

“Buon cumpleanno, caro.” Luca’s voice was like a lifeline after weeks without a phone call. Alberto clung to it with his whole soul.

“Thanks, Luca. How are you?”

“Cold but surviving.” Luca chuckled.

“I hear ya, it’s storming like crazy here.” A clap of thunder sounded overhead, confirming Alberto’s words. Behind him Massimo was serving slices of birthday cake to the Paguros and Guido and Ciccio, his booming voice a comfortable sound.

“Is your birthday going well so far, anything exciting?”

“Machiavelli managed to steal my knife, and that was definitely a scene to witness.” Luca laughed loudly on his end, the image of the fat cat being chased while holding such a dangerous object was something he was sad to miss.

“I hope you were able to get it back,” He teased.

“Actually, the maledetto gatto is holding me hostage as we speak. He was very adamant that I call you.”

Luca’s heart ached with yearning. “Well, even if he’s holding you hostage, I’m grateful he insisted.”

“Me too,” Alberto huffed a laugh, grateful no one could see his burning face.

“I meant to tell you, I’ve been asked to work as an assistant to the teacher. Because of my financial situation, the school agreed that the hours I work with her will lessen my expenses.” The words rushed out with such force, Luca was forced to take a breath, “I was hoping you’d pass the word onto Signore Massimo so that he won’t have to worry about sending as much money anymore.”

Alberto’s praise stuck in his throat thickly, stopping any words from passing through. He had never told Luca where the money had come from, it was unfair of him to assume Luca would know where it had come from. There was that tight feeling in Alberto’s chest again, the one where he felt close to saying something stupid.

“I’m sure he’ll be happy to hear that, although I’m sure he wouldn’t mind continuing to send it to you. He, uh, he really cares, ya know?”

“I know, but I feel so guilty for taking something that isn’t mine, caro.”

It’s as much yours as it is mine, tesoro. Alberto thought desperately

“O-okay, I’ll let him know.” His voice cracked. “I hope you know how proud of you I-we all are.”

“How could I forget? You tell me in every letter. I’m proud of you too.” His warm laughter reminded Alberto of his dream and he shook his head, too afraid that Luca would somehow know. You wouldn’t be proud of me then, he thought miserably.

“By the way, did you get my gift?” Luca asked excitedly. Alberto relaxed again, eyes finding the small, hand-painted Vespa sitting innocently on the edge of the table. Its blue paint glittering amidst the butcher paper that had been wrapped messily around it. In his mind’s eye, he could imagine Luca hunched over the parcel, trying to wrap and tape the paper neatly. The thought caused a grin to split across his face.

“I did, and I love it, grazie mio caro amico.”

“Giulia helped me paint it and Luisa picked out the colors. She said the blue reminded her of how I spoke of you.”

Alberto’s smile dropped instantly. “Oh.”

“Yeah, she’s got a good eye for colors like Signora Mia, they love to talk about art all the time.” Alberto bit his lip as he listened to his best friend ramble on, the tight feeling growing in his chest.

“Hey, Luca, I need to go, they’re calling for me.” He hated himself.

“Oh.” Luca stopped, his shock apparent. “O-okay, I’ll talk to you on New Year’s Eve?”

“Of course, I’ll talk to you soon.” The feeling was spreading to his fingertips, making them numb.

“I miss you.” The words were whispered so softly, Alberto almost missed them. With a surge, the feeling was swept back by a tidal wave of warmth.

“I miss you, too.” His voice was thick with emotion, and he pressed the phone closer, trying to get as close to Luca as possible.

“Seven months,”

“Four days,” Alberto instantly responded.

“Five hours,” Luca laughed.

“Sixteen minutes a-a-and thirty-two seconds,” Alberto grinned, tears spilling over his cheeks.

“Arrivederci, Alberto.”

“Arrivederci, Luca.”

The line went silent.

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[certifiedskywalker]

Questions - Din Djarin

artemiseamoon said: Hi 🙂 can I request a touch starved reader x touch starved Mando? I’m thinking the reader is a bounty hunter as well & a loner. Maybe something cute & fluffy as they develop feelings for eachother. She’s also great with The Kid, and it ends with some sweetness? Thanks 🙂

AN: Loosely follows the actual events of the show, The Mandalorian but it does jump around.

The three times you broke code and asked Din Dajrin a question; and the fourth time you didn’t have to.

Adopting the profession, the art, of bounty hunter also meant adopting its rules. When you joined the Guild, you were given the handbook and a run down on the basic guidelines. Don’t ask questions was at the top of the list. The client is always right, no double crossing said client. Straight forward rules, rules that, for you, seemed unnecessary.

However, there was an unspoken code that proved more difficult to implement. Even though it was for your own safety, the concept of isolating yourself from others was unappealing. Granted, there were times when, what your leading Guild officer called hunter-grit set in and you wanted to push yourself as far away from other beings as you could get. But living in loneliness, giving a galaxy’s worth of distance between you and people? It was difficult. 

Eventually, you started to get the hang of it. After the first few bounties settled in and your credit pouch was full, isolating yourself became second nature. Hell, you might have even been happy. Your stomach was full and your ship was never without fuel. Work proved to be the only company you needed. That was the case until you met Mando. 

At first, you were paired up for a bounty. You had stopped on Nevarro to refuel when you stumbled upon Greef Karga in the local cantina. It was only met to be one day; just you passing through town before taking off for some bigger, better job. But Karga was a businessman, a good one at that. He had invited you to his table, jabbered on like a drunk Wookiee about some job.

It was meant to catch your attention, you knew that it was. Yet, that didn’t stop you from biting at the bait. Even when Karga said you’d be splitting the bounty, you didn’t care. Then you met Mando and everything you had worked for, the reputation of skilled bounty hunter, started to fall apart. He walked in, all armored up and quiet, and you knew your life was going to change.

It was only meant to be one job. A few cycles later, it was three jobs. Five jobs later and you had sold your ship to work full time as the Mandalorian’s bounty hunting partner. And you still didn’t know his name.

Despite your shared profession, you and Mando made sure to uphold the code. The distance between the two of you lingered. Never once had you seen his face and he called you only by your last name. You didn’t even sleep at the same time. If you had claimed the cot, Mando was piloting. If he went to rest, you stayed up and scrolled through holonet channels searching for a new hunt. You were partners, nothing more; and there was absolutely no asking questions.

The first time you asked Mando a question, you were surprised by his reply.

It wasn’t sitting well with you, leaving the little green thing with the client. There was something in the old imps face that set you on edge. You didn’t trust him but that didn’t matter. What mattered was the payment, the beskar; or that was what you told yourself when the Child let out a heart-wrenching cry. It was what you had to tell yourself.

Mando seemed content to take the payment and walk away. At least, that was what you thought. When you turned your back on the client, eager to leave the snake’s den of stormtroopers, you assumed that Mando was trailing behind you; slowed down only by the weight of his payment.

“What are you going to do with it?”

You stopped in your tracks and craned your neck. At the angle, Mando stood tall and strong, staring down at the still-sitting Imperial. Something shifted in the client's expression and you felt your body tense. You turned back around and readied to fight alongside your hunting partner.

“This is quite uncharacteristic of your kind. The Guild did not endeavor to ask questions,” the client grumbled as he stood up behind his desk. “If you are unhappy with the payment, we can negotiate other means of reward. Unfortunately, finding Mandalorians in these trying times is more difficult than acquiring the steel.”

Swallowing hard, you reached over and set a hand on Mando’s shoulder. In your touch, your partner seemed to flow back into the present, into reality. Instead of pressing the client further, Mando dipped his head and turned on his heels. In an eery silence, you and Mando marched towards the door, out into the dry air of Nevarro.

The sun was slightly obscured by the haze of smoke and clouds typical of the arid planet. Heat licked around your skin and part of you wondered how Mando was able to survive under all those layers. You eyed him carefully, trying to get a read on his feelings. 

The client was right: the Guild didn’t ask questions, a rule that Mando was quick to uphold. The Child had stirred something within him. You could feel it. 

After months of working with him, you were able to grasp some silent speech from the way he held himself. In the moment, his shoulders were slouched and his visor was turned towards the cantono of beskar in his hand. Leaving the child had stirred some dormant instinct within him; just it had with you. You watched him and frowned.

“We did the job,” you said, trying to comfort him, and yourself. 

“We did,” Mando replied coldly. He turned his visor towards your face. “I need to deliver this,” he lifted the cantono of beskar, “I’ll meet you at the ship.”

You nodded and waited for the Mandalorian to march off into the heart of the settlement. When he didn’t, when he stayed still at your side, you quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Mando,” you said his nickname softly, a silent plea for his true name. “I don’t trust them either. You’re not alone in that.”

The Mandalorian let out a thoughtful hum. “We did the job,” he echoed, “This is the Way.”

You scowled and looked over your shoulder, back towards the door that the Child is now trapped behind. A pulling in your chest called you back inside to steal the Child away from Imperial clutches. Guild, and the Way, be damned.

“If you want to go back after him, I’ll-”

“L/N, no.” 

With his free hand, Mando grabbed your arm and pulled you into a nearby alleyway. A platoon of stormtroopers marched past and you felt your breath catch in your throat. Luckily, Mando had you pressed up against a cool stone wall and out of sight. It was the closest you had ever been to him; you could feel the warmth of his body against yours.

When the troopers passed, you slumped down and slightly rested against Mando’s frame. “Thanks, for that.”

“You have to be careful with what you say and where,” he warned, stepping away from you. “The Empire may have fallen but its not cold yet.”

You nodded and fixed your clothes that had ridden up with the sudden movement. As you did, you could feel his eyes on you. When you looked up, Mando looked away. Even the most stoic of bounty hunters could get bashful.

“I’ll keep that in mind for the future,” you sighed. 

At the word ‘future’, Mando stiffened. You wondered if he was picturing a future with you and bounty hunting. Or, maybe he was thinking of the Child as you were, how the small creature might not have a future to look out for.

“Mando, are-”

“I’ll meet you at the ship, L/N.” You reach out and grab Mando’s shoulder once more. He turned to face you, the visor meeting your eyes. You did not have see his face to know his strength, his confidence in his choice to leave the Child behind, was wavering.

“You know that, if you go back for him, I’ll be with you, right?”

You waited for the biting reply, that Guild-instate phrase of ‘don’t ask questions’. You waited, but it didn’t come. Instead, the Mandalorian simply said: “Good.”

The second time you dared to ask a question, you were scared about loosing him.

Post battle, the krill village seemed to glow with life. There was a soft breeze that rustled through the trees and the smell of the swampy pools seemed brighter, less offensive to your nose. Peace, it was what hung in the air, kissed the faces of everyone in the village. 

The Child was giggling with the children, smiling as if he hadn’t been close to an eternity of captivity just a few days before. Before you and Mando stole him back and thrust him into a life of eternal danger. But he did look happy. 

“He likes it here, fits right in,” Omera observed. When you looked over to agree with her, you found that her lovely eyes were focused on Mando. He was looking at her too. He only nodded in response but it was enough to pull a frown to your lips. 

When Omera trodded off the porch of the barn, you heard Cara let out an amused huff. You pushed yourself off the doorframe and peered down at the ex-shocktrooper. Mando, who was relaxed, leaning against the barn, glanced her way as well. Cara wasn’t good at hiding anything she had to say. The smile spread along her face was evidence enough.

When she noticed you and Mando looking at her, waiting expectantly, she sighed. “So, what’s next for you two, I mean, three?”

You looked at Din and met the cold stare of his dark visor. There was normally a silent understanding between the two of you. Cycles of working together had tuned your body to his; a connection that, despite the bounty hunter code, you could not deny. But, when you looked at him then, the thread tying you together was tangled. You waited, quiet, listening.

“We going to leave. You were here first.” Cara smiled and tipped her head gratefully.

“Fair is fair,” she teased. Din, you could almost feel him roll his eyes, turned away. Cara still looked at him, with all the intrigue you once had; you still have. “So what happens if you take that thing off? They come after you and kill you?”

You let out a chuckle. “Kill him? You could only do that.” You glanced at Mando with a smile and added, “and maybe me.”

“Watch it.” The warning was cold, but there was a tilt in Mando’s voice that told you he was smiling. He seemed to smile more often now but you were smart enough to know not to ask why. You noticed the change in him when you cut yourselves from the Guild’s messy business, since he had left the Mandalorian covert behind. You smiled more too.

“Seriously, what happens?” Cara asked again, pulling your attention back to her. After a spot of silence, your gaze shifted to Mando. He was leaning against the wall still, the most relaxed you had ever seen him. You wished you could see him like this more often. However, as Cara’s question sunk in, Mando’s body tensed. 

“No,” he said thoughtfully, “I just can’t ever put it back on.”

Cara let out a disbelieving huff but your gaze remained trained on your partner. You had never asked about it, due to the hunter code. Asking questions was a habit you had to break to survive, reforming it was proving difficult. Now that you knew why Mando never revealed his face to you, you felt relieved. It wasn’t you, you weren’t the problem.

There wasn’t any problem except for the code holding you both back.

“That’s it? So you can slip off the helmet and settle down with that stunning young widow, and raise your kid sitting here, sipping spotchka?” At her question, your blood went cold. When you looked at her, Cara raised the glass in her hand, eyes wide with interest. 

Mando only turned to glare at her and Cara shrugged, busied herself with her spotchka again. You, on the other hand, were focused on him. Limp with fear, your arms uncrossed from your chest and fell weakly to your sides. It felt like your life, a life you had fought for, was slipping away.

“Do you want to stay here, with her...and stop this?”

This; that partnership. The connection between you and Mando. Did he want to stop it? There were so many questions you did not know how to ask. 

Your mouth went dry in the silence. The stale taste of your spotchka from the night before rising in your throat. It was the code that had pushed you to push yourself away from Mando and you were paying the price. This was not the way you wanted this to go.

“No, we can’t.” We, he said we. There was still a you and Mando even with the distance between you. You would have time to close the gap. “We caused a lot of trouble here a few weeks ago. Word travels fast. We need to leave before the next cycle.”

“I wouldn’t want to be the one to tell him that.” Cara gestured to the Child who was still giggling with the other kids. Mando looked out at the little being you and he were now desperate to protect. Omera was right: the Child fits right in despite his appearance. He could be happy here. 

Slowly, you turned you eyes back to Mando only to find his visor focused on you. The once tangled thread tying you and him together was strong. You were both thinking the same thing but neither of you wanted to give voice to it. 

The third time you ventured to ask a question, it was dire. “Mando,” your voice was quiet. You did not say his birth-given name. It was foregin, given to you not by the man himself but Moff Gideon who was a threat still lurking outside. You would only use it aloud, speak it into existence Mando allowed you to. 

“What do you want us to do?” Cara’s question came out rushed, panicked. You had to bite your tongue to keep from asking the same thing. 

A cough, too gruff for the voice modulator in his helmet to alter, rumbled up in his chest. “Go. Get the baby out of here.”

“We’re not gonna leave you here!” Cara snapped, flames dancing in the ex-shock trooper’s eyes. “C’mon, Mando. I need to get you-”

The doorway fell in with another burst of flames. You lunged to shield Mando and Cara from the blast. Heat licked at your back, a blazing reminder that you all needed to get out of here. You squeezed your eyes shut and waited to feel a twinge of pain. When it didn’t come, you opened your eyes and looked into the dark visor of Mando’s helmet. For a moment, you swore you could see his eyes all wide and scared. If he, your partner, the strongest man and bounty hunter you know, was scared, what hope did you have?

“Leave.”

The word came out hoarse. His voice was wavering with his strength. Cara shook her head and you wondered if she was just as stubborn as Mando was.

“We can’t,” you frowned at her words. You wanted to agree with the sentiment. You wanted to say ‘I won’t’, to let Mando know that you were not going to leave him; to tell him that you could be just as stubborn as he was. You wanted to but you couldn’t. 

Instead, you crouched on your knees and placed your hand on his armored chest. You looked carefully into the visor of his helmet, silently hoping for a glimpse of his eyes once more. When you didn’t see them, you leaned down so that your mouth was by his audio input.

“Do you want us to leave you here?” 

In comparison to the fire around you, your voice was soft. It lacked the harsh edge of the broken glass and shards of shrapnel around you. You stared down at him, waiting for any reply. You wanted to see him, help him; it took everything you had not to lift him and carry him out of there.

“L/N,” you fought back a smile. Even when he knew your name, also given by Moff Gideon, he would not use it. Only until you gave it to him. “We don’t ask questions.”

It was unless to fight it any longer: the smile spread along your lips though bitter. A painful smile, heavy with the thought of leaving Mando behind. The visor of his helmet was still focused on you and you wondered if the tactical programming within could read your heat signature. It would be as close as you would get to him seeing you; truly seeing you.

“Okay,” you replied, your voice soft. 

Just once you wanted to ease the distance short, cut the space between you. You would never get another chance to. There was no more time. 

Carefully, you leaned down and pressed you lips to the smooth beskar of his helmet. He flinched below you with one of his gloved hands reaching up to wrap around your wrist. Much to your surprise, he didn’t push you away.  

There was something tender in his touch. Something that made you want to stay; but you pulled away from him anyway. He was right. You needed to leave, for the Child. Even when every part of you was screaming to stay and get Din moving again. 

“I will stay with him.”

You looked up at the IG droid, it’s glowing red optical unit looked almost demonic in the flames. He was holding the Child now, it’s large alien eyes closed with sleep.

“What?” Cara, still crouched down by the Mandalorian , glared up at the droid. “You’re going to stay?”

“Yes,” it handed the Child out to you. Eager to hold tight to something, you took the Child into your arms. Warmth flooded your chest. A fire that was not physical but far more powerful than the flames around you, swallowing the cantina whole. Mando wanted you to protect the Child because he couldn’t. Even though the thought made you weak, you stood strong.

Part of the cantina fell in with a sudden burst of flames. You hunched over and shielded the Child from the blaze. 

“Go, please,” Mando’s voice was hoarse. “Please, L/N.”

Cara stood up, giving Mando one last look. You wanted to stay with him; every inch of your being was screaming at you to just stay. But then, the Child whimpered and you looked down into those wide, dark eyes of his. The future was with the foundlings, he had told you once.

“This way,” you said, gesturing towards the open vent. As you stepped towards the only exit in sight, you glanced back behind you at Mando’s slumped form. The IG-11 droid stood over him like a visage of looming death. Tears welled up in your eyes but you fought them back.

Fate, and the Child, had tied you and Mando together. Distance had kept you apart for so long that death felt like nothing. If you dared to ask yourself if he had any chances of survival, you knew the answer. There was no need to think; you knew. 

“This is the Way.”

The fourth time, there were no questions left to ask.

“We’re docked.”

“Well, he’s asleep so we can hit the cantina later,” you announced softly, as the Mandalorian hunter clambered down from the cockpit. up into the cockpit. You turned to face him, the dark visor of his helmet meeting your gaze. A strange silence fell over you. “What? What is it?”

“He’s asleep?” 

You stepped to the side to show him the Child who was tucked carefully into the make-shift cradle. He reached down and brushed the tip of his gloved fingers against the creatures’ green cheek. The little being shifted at the touch, snuggling closer to his protector’s hand. You smiled at the sight, unable to help yourself. 

“You’re good with him, Mando.”

“Din.”

Your mouth opened in slight shock.

“Wha-”

“You can call me Din, by my name.” He was facing you now until his worn beskar was all you saw. You wanted to ask why. You wanted to press him and ask why he was gifting you his name. Some part of you told you that you shouldn’t, that you didn’t need to. 

“Din.” You rolled his tongue along your tongue. In your mind, in the flames of the Nevarro cantina, it had felt alien to you only in your mind. You smiled. “I’m Y/N.”

“You don’t want me to call you L/N anymore?” Your smile deepened at Din’s slightly teasing tone. For someone who, just a few cycles ago was on death’s door, Din was light.

“You’re joking now?”

“No more questions,” his tone was soft but almost warning. You quirked a brow at Din and watched him carefully. 

You wanted to speak but all you had were questions. What did he mean? What were you now? You were a clan of three, as the Armorer had said, but what did that mean to him? You were so lost in thought that the feeling of his hand gripping your wrist made you jump.

His touch was not rough. On the contrary, he was surprising gentle as he brought one of your hands to the side of his helmet. Cool under your fingers, the beskar seemed to hum to life. Suddenly, the questions in your head quieted. There was only you and Din now, reforged from fire and time.

You did not need to ask what he wanted you to do. On Sorgan, he had said that, if he took it off, he could never put it back on again. It was a distant memory now, but it lingered in your mind. Doubt clouded your heart and you almost pulled your hand away.

“This,” Din grabbed your other hand and pressed your palm to the other side of his helmet. “This is the way.”

With his hand still on your wrist, you lifted the helmet off his head slowly. It felt as if your senses were coming alive for the first time. Smells of metal, fuel, and sweat filled your nose and your heart hammered loudly in your ears as you focused so intently on the task at hand. When you saw the first hints of olive skin, you let out a held breath.

Before you could catch up with your movements, Din’s helmet was off. The beskar was shockingly light in your hands. Or maybe you were so enraptured by the face of the man before you that you didn’t feel the weight of it. The weight of the moment was heavy enough.

Din’s eyes met yours almost shyly. You traced his features with your vision. Scruff that, in patches, claimed his chin and cheeks was filling in. Lines around his dark eyes and mouth showed his age but you were awash in the warmth coming from his gaze. 

Freeing one hand, you reached up. Your hand, shaking slightly, brushed against his cheek. Warm. He was just so warm. Almost as if he himself was testing these new waters, Din turned his face. You could feel the corner of his lips against your palm. 

How long had it been since you had been this close with someone, anyone? You couldn’t remember. Instead, you focused on the stillness, the wholeness of it. It was all quiet. 

The kind of quiet that was welcomed. 

“Was this what you were expecting?” Din’s voice was bordering on timid; though the joking edge remained. A smile spread along your lips. 

“What happened to ‘no more questions’, huh?” Din smiled and you could feel it against his skin. You skirted your thumb along his cheek in a comforting manner. At the touch, Din pressed a kiss to the meat of your palm. With that, the distance, the gap of space between you, closed forever.

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin imagine #din djarin imagines #din djarin fanfic #din djarin fanfiction #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfic #the mandalorian x reader #baby yoda #the child #cara dune #greef karge #ig 11 #the mandalorian imagines #the mandalorian imagine #mandalorian #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian imagine #mandalorian imagines #mandalorian fanfic #mandalorian fanfiction #sw #sw imagine #sw imagines #sw fanfic #sw fanfiction #star wars #star wars imagine

[sammy-my-luv]

happy - a 15x20 rewrite fic

spoilers for the shitty shitty end to SPN below!

After they get Cas back, things change. With Amara and Michael now co-ruling heaven and Rowena in hell, all of the hard stuff is over. It’s just them-team free will 2.0, finally truly free. For a while they don’t even know what to do, but they figure it out.

Sam and Eileen want to stay in the bunker. It’s finally become home to Sam, the first place he’s ever even considered ‘his’. And sue him, he doesn’t want to leave. He doesn’t want to leave hunting either because….it’s what he does. It’s the family legacy, and now that no one’s breathing down his neck and forcing him into it, it’s fun. Saving people is his job, and he likes it. Eileen likes it too, which works out well for all of them. Sometimes they go on hunts together, a badass team that all monsters fear. But most of the time they stay in the bunker, training other young hunters in the ways of fighting, lore, and protection-they become the teachers of the hunting world. If you have a question, you can call them, and they will have an answer-even if it takes them an hour to dig it up. And Sam is happy.

Dean tries to hunt. He does, but….it feels wrong. He’s not a killer anymore, and maybe he never was. It takes him a while to dig up the courage to call Sam, but Sam gets it. Dean wants a life. He moves to a town just outside of Lebanon, taking only a few records, his car, and Miracle (and maybe the house is 20 minutes away from Sam, brother instincts don’t quit, okay?) and buys a little house surrounded by trees. It’s quiet and nice. He gets a job as a contractor, helping people build houses and fences and whatever else needs to be done. He likes it. It’s hands on, easy, but not so easy it’s mindless. He also volunteers as firefighter. He visits Sam on the weekends for Winchester family dinners. And he’s happy.

Cas moves in with Dean. It’s almost unspoken, what they are. But they are. He gets a job at a library. They keep bees. They’re neighbors call them ‘crazy old men’, and they consider sharpie-ing it on their mailbox. Dean says “me too” every day, and no one stops them. It’s peace and love and what they both thought they could never have, all at once.

Jack is around. He spends a lot of time in heaven, learning from Amara and Michael. He learns to control his powers, listen to prayers-all the angel things. But sometimes he’s on earth. He visits Dean and Cas and reads books on their old shelf. They make dinner together. He calls them Dad and their old hearts almost burst. He visits Eileen and Sam too, and together him and Sam convince Eileen that they need a dog. They name him nougat. Sometimes they go hunting, cause Jack still likes helping people. He learns how to be a human.

Sam and Eileen get married in a church. It’s a quiet little ceremony, with only some friends. Eileen’s dress is a little white sundress, nothing too fancy. Sam wears a suit anyway, and sue him, he cries (but so does everyone else). Two years later Patrick Winchester-Leahy is brought into the world, and three later he gets a sister named Cara. Sam and Eileen stop the hunts and stick to the teaching.

Cas and Dean never get married per se, but one day when they all meet up for the Winchester Saturday Night Dinner and Movie, they have silver bands on their ring fingers. No one really brings it up.

And they are happy.

shameless plug here’s my ao3, i’ve got a winchester sister thing over theree, check it out plessssssssss - https://archiveofourown.org/works/19809940/chapters/46904236

#rewrite fic #15x20 rewrite #finale rewrite #15x20 #carry on #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #jack kline #eileen leahy #drabble #destiel #deancas #samleen

[anthearose]

B A S I C

NAME: anthea rose thomas

NICKNAME(S): thea

AGE: 25

DATE OF BIRTH: 26 april 1995

GENDER: genderfluid

PRONOUNS: she/her but doesn’t mind they/them

F A M I L Y

MOTHER: dawn eddwards

FATHER: richard thomas

SIBLING(S): unknown

P H Y S I C A L

FACE CLAIM: cara delevingne

RACE/ETHNICITY: english, welsh, 

NATIONALITY: english, has american citizenship

HEIGHT: 5 feet and six inches (5′6)

WEIGHT: 112 lbs

BUILD: slender, toned

SCARS: inside of arms from drug taking

HAIR: dirty blonde, medium length

EYE COLOR: blue

DOMINANT HAND: right

ACCENT: english

PHYSICAL DISABILITIES: none

MENTAL DISABILITIES: none

ALLERGIES: nuts

DISORDERS: none

FASHION: wears mostly black, has a ‘grunge’ style

NERVOUS TICS: lip biting 

L I F E S T Y L E

HOME ADDRESS: evergreen dock, somerton, maine

RESIDES: small two bedroom apartment with roommate layla ferguson

BORN: london, england

RAISED: london, england

VEHICLE: chevy silverado, black

PHONE: iphone 11

LAPTOP/COMPUTER: macbook pro

PET(S): none

HIGH SCHOOL EDUCATION: dropped out at 16, sat ged aged 20

COLLEGE EDUCATION: none

MAJOR: none

MINOR: none

CAREER: exotic dancer

EMPLOYER: dark sensations strip club

DIET: vegan

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: panromantic

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual

MARITAL STATUS: single

CHILDREN: none

LANGUAGES: english

PHOBIAS: isolation, enclosed spaces

HOBBIES: video games, guitar, reading

SOCIAL MEDIA: uses twitter and onlyfans mostly

F A V O R I T E

LOCATION: the beach

VIDEO GAME: call of duty, left 4 dead, gta v, mario kart (she will fight dirty)

MUSIC: varying, listens to a lot of rock music 

SONG: rebel rebel - david bowie

TV SHOWS: friends, stranger things, how to get away with murder

MOVIES: labyrinth, the shining

FOOD: everything

COLOR: she’ll swear its black but it’s actually pink

C H A R A C T E R

MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good

MBTI: enfp-a, the campaigner

ENNEGRAM: seven

TEMPERAMENT: sanguine

WESTERN ZODIAC: taurus

CHINESE ZODIAC: pig

PRIMAL SIGN: wombat

B I O G R A P H Y

tw for non-con & underage sex, prostitution, drugs and violence

Born and raised in the bustling city of London, Anthea, or Thea as she preferred, never really had it easy. Her father had left her mother long ago, only keeping in contact with his daughter through the occasional letter and birthday card. He lived in America and as Thea understood, he had some big fancy job with a large company. Thea always daydreamed about the day her father would burst through the door, scoop her up and rescue her from her miserable life. She dreamed of what it’d be like to live with him in his home and not have to worry about where her next meal was coming from. Of course, that never happened. Her mother was barely home, always out looking for ways to fuel her various addictions. It usually meant prostituting herself and for a long as Thea could remember, her mother would bring strange men home and be locked in her bedroom for hours at a time. 

It didn’t take long for her to work out what was going on - by the time she was seven, Thea understood, especially when the men made advances towards her. But she knew how to look after herself, even at that age and every time they tried, she either replied with a biting comment or, more often than not, a sharp slap to the face. It was usually enough to get rid of them and send them sulking back to her mother so they could pay what she was owed before taking their leave. 

Despite her unconventional home life, Thea got by. She often stole from local supermarkets to get the things she needed, but she cooked her own meals and appreciated the roof over her head. She wouldn’t say she was happy but she survived. Her mother spent her days sleeping with people for money or getting high in their tiny apartment. 

When she was fourteen, her life changed. Her mother pulled her from school and gave her an outfit to change into before taking her to an apartment block she’d never been to. Thea was frightened, told her mother she wanted to go home but she was only led into a grimy apartment by a group of unfamiliar men while her mother waited outside. She heard her daughter’s pleas and cries for help but did nothing to stop what was happening. It was only when there was a fat wad of money in her hands that she took Thea out of the apartment and brought her home, telling her this was her life now. She told her Thea would have to get used to it or starve because she was leaving. 

And just like that Thea was left alone, fourteen years old, no money and no job. 

She was able to contact her father after several weeks. He immediately flew her to America, had her sign some forms she didn’t really understand, and told her she’d be living with him from now on. She was enrolled at a local high school and told to keep quiet about what happened in England. She didn’t understand why, not really, but made sure not to tell anyone. She kept her head down as much as she could. Life with her father wasn’t quite what she’d expected either. His job was different to what she’d imagined when she was younger. He didn’t work in a fancy office, he worked from home and had several people coming and going, purchasing things from him for a large amount of money at a time. It only took her a few weeks to realise her father, the man she’d always imagined would be her hero, a knight in shining armour, was a drug dealer. And an addict himself. 

Thea stopped paying attention in school and in just two years since she moved to America, she was more depressed than ever. She dropped out of high school, even started taking drugs herself and fell in with what could be considered the wrong crowd. Maybe this was what she was destined to be. Maybe this was all there was for her. When her father was arrested for dealing drugs, she was placed in foster care. That had only lasted a couple of weeks before she ran away. Selling her body wasn’t really something she ever intended on doing but it was the only way she could get by. She had no education, no money and needed to do something. It was all she had left, the only thing she had any experience in. Granted, she hadn’t exactly been a willing participant back then and her mother had gotten the money, but it had happened. Thea had nothing left to lose. 

She began to sell her body for sex. Thea hated every minute of it, but it paid. She had enough to rent a tiny apartment in an unpleasant neighbourhood, but it was hers. Sure, she still was hooked on drugs but she got by. It continued like that for several months when she was approached by a different sort of man. The people she usually slept with were often older, other addicts she was sure, and just looking for five minutes of fun. But this one was different - younger, kinder.  

Thea didn’t trust him immediately. She had been looking after herself for as long as she could remember and her previous experiences told her men only wanted one thing. But she went back to his hotel room, unable to turn down the amount of money he was offering her. Thea was even more surprised when the young man didn’t immediately want her body and offered her food and a glass of wine. 

She learned his name was Anthony and he told her he was planning on opening up a new business, a brothel of sorts. It was going to be legitimate, according to him, although not entirely legal and all of “his girls” would be well looked after. At first, Thea refused. She wasn’t stupid and she wasn’t prepared to put her life in danger for some fantasy that sounded far too good to be true. If she accepted she had no doubt she’d be trafficked and sold on the black market for unspeakable things. 

As time went on, the man continued to visit Thea and slowly gained her trust. She met with someone who already worked for Anthony several times too and in a matter of weeks, she accepted his offer. Without a glance back, Thea left and moved across the country to work. Anthony helped her get off the drugs, showed her what there was to actually live for, and her life changed. Her every need was catered for - her new home was the brothel itself and rent came straight from her earnings. All her groceries were provided for her and she was able to decorate her personal quarters however she pleased. 

Usually Thea was fine when working. Most men just wanted a quick fuck and they didn’t care about anything else. Some of her clients wanted more unconventional things but Thea didn’t shy away from these, knowing they earned her more money. She didn’t care though - sex was just sex to her, and it paid. For the next three years, Thea lived and worked in Anthony’s brothel. Her regular clients bought expensive gifts, the brothel itself had armed security for the safety of the workers. It was the perfect job. 

Well, almost.

Thea had one problem, and that was in the three years she’d been there, she’d fallen in love with Anthony. It was an unspoken rule in the business - don’t fall for the boss. He had a girlfriend, Courtney, but she rarely visited the brothel. She didn’t like to associate herself with the girls who worked there, which was just fine with Thea. She kept her feelings to herself and thought everything would be fine. She was usually the one who brought Anthony his morning coffee but on one particular morning, things were different. She noticed he seemed tense and was pacing back and forth in his office. There was something about his expression that had Thea stopping in her tracks. She was almost frightened. But then he’d stopped and grabbed her, holding her against the closest wall to kiss her. 

This was everything she’d ever wanted and Thea gave herself to him easily. She wasn’t naive and didn’t really believe in happy endings but there had always been a part of her that had hoped Anthony would somehow realise her feelings for him and return them. Thea had fallen head-over-heels in love with him and had hoped he would get her out of the prostitution game for good. She didn’t want to sell her body anymore, not now she knew Anthony wanted her. Maybe she could help him run the brothel. She was nineteen and she knew the business well enough, right?

Wrong.

That night it was like it’d never even happened. Anthony didn’t look at her when he told Thea her clients were arriving. She was still in his bed and here he was, telling her to return to her room so she could work. Thea was confused but she assumed maybe it was due to Anthony’s relationship with Courtney. He couldn’t let anything be too obvious, right? Not if he was still in it, and maybe he was looking for a way of ending things with her before he swept Thea off her feet. She’d just have to wait. 

What Thea didn’t know was that Anthony had been filming for weeks. He filmed the two of them in bed together, filmed Thea with her various clients and posted the entire thing on the internet. It wasn’t until one night, while she was with a client, that she found out. Courtney had burst in, grabbed Thea’s hair and pulled her straight off the bed, uncaring that she was naked. Thea was thrown against the wall and Courtney screamed at her. It was like she was throwing every insult under the sun at her. 

Thea couldn’t remember much of the attack. Only that her client had left quickly and that when she woke, everything ached. Thea was still in her room, still naked, and beaten black and blue. She’d pulled on her robe and staggered to Anthony’s office to seek help. The sight that greeted her when she got there nearly made her throw up - Anthony taking Courtney on his couch, much like he had with Thea just the day before. They were celebrating something and when they saw Thea, both started laughing at the sight of her. 

Thea learned of the videos Anthony had secretly taken and that the whole thing had been a set up. Courtney had learned of Thea’s feelings for him and together they had hatched a plan of revenge. Anthony had seduced her, recorded everything and uploaded it to the internet. The second attack was worse than the first. Thea wasn’t sure if it was because she was already so injured or whether it was because Anthony joined in. She’d blacked out at some point and this time when she woke up, she was in an unfamiliar alleyway, her belongings in a battered box beside her. 

She was in hospital for several weeks recovering. Unemployed and now homeless, Thea knew she had to do something. She wouldn’t go back to that life. She wasn’t sure she’d survive a second time. So she left, moving from town to town, doing odd jobs here and there, stealing food to survive once again. She reached the small town of Somerton in Maine just before her 20th birthday and got a job at the local strip club. Although how she got the job, she wasn’t quite sure. In her interview she had been exhausted, fed up with rejection after rejection and when she was asked the typical “Why do you want to work here?” she had been a little too honest. She told the interviewer she had worked as a prostitute since she was sixteen and knew what it was like to be at rock bottom so if she could just serve drinks to the customers here, she’d be thankful because at least she wouldn’t feel disgusted with herself. 

Somehow, it had landed her the job. For the first couple of months she served drinks behind the bar but she got to know everyone who worked at the club well. It wasn’t until one of the dancers told her that they were in complete control she began to think about what it’d be like to be one of them. She had been exploited for years and some may say this job was no different. But Thea saw it a different way - she was safe here, she knew that. And if these random men wanted to give her hundreds of dollars just for showing her body and dancing in skimpy outfits, then she’d argue they were really the ones being exploited. Not her. 

That was how she got to where she was now. Five years had passed since she arrived in Somerton and she was settled. She had an apartment right on the coast, a roommate that she liked hanging out with and a job where she was in complete control. No one pulled the strings behind the scenes, no one was controlling her or took a cut of her money. She was safe, she was happy and Thea could only look forwards. 

#about: thea #biography #somertonintro

[hana1379]

Anna’s Appreciation Post

A year ago I plucked up my courage and posted my first fiction here, it was trash really maybe after some corrections I’ll post it someday but anyway that was the time when I really got into fanfiction like I could spend the whole day on Tumblr reading everything I could, writing whenever I had time (I was able to write almost 7k words fic in two days which is a success for me, now it would take me 2-3 months) and of course I started to follow wonderful people who are masters in what they’re doing.

So in order to celebrate my one-year activity in Marvel fandom, I made a list of 26 blogs I really love, admire or simply like. I know I’m gonna expand it or do the part 2 because 26 out of over 100 is simply not enough.

Disclaimer:

I put here works I especially enjoyed and since I was neglecting Tumblr for the past six months I simply forgot many of the titles by those amazing authors, I put here those who I recalled

I tried to write about every author so you may notice I wrote more about one but less about other this stems from the fact that I don’t know personally any of those authors although I wish I did, I simply based on interactions with others and of course also my Tumblr-avoiding-time is showing through this. So please don’t take it personally.

I probably repeated myself too many times but you have to forgive me.

I’m still unsure about putting any links here but we’ll see.

!The order of the list is random. This is not a ranking, it’s just a list!

And sorry if this appreciation doesn’t look like should but I tried.

@suz-123​  is always ready to help anybody, helped me (I was that whining anon a couple of months ago about a small number of notes. Thank you for that!). Her writing is phenomenal and she’s one of the few who made me cry while reading fanfiction. 

          Favorite work: Too Soon

@persephone-is-here-omg​ a wonderful person who wanted to help me when I messaged her out of the blue. Always defending others when they're being attacked (I started following her after somebody attacked another blogger)

          Favorite work: Bed Time (it’s realy filth)

@skishenanigans​ Ary is amazing. She is one of the firsts blogs I started to follow and her willingness to fight for ethnic minorities and with racism amazes me. She is the one who awakened my daddy kink so yeah I blame you.

          Favorite work: Dark Paradise and One Time Thing

@jaamesbbarnes​ and @sgtjbuccky​ How could I separate those two friends? Doriane and Salina are one of the sweetest people here. Their work is always full of teeth-rotting fluff. I love them.

          Favorite work from Dori: Curves and Edges and Soft Touch           Favorite work from Salina: Always be you and Symphony

@papi-chulo-bucky​ Del's blog always makes me smile, she is a wonderful and a funny person and her hoeing hours are delightful 

          Favorite work: It’ll Last Longer

@bucky-plums-barnes​ Gen runs a wonderful and an interesting blog, every day she has headcanons or drabbles for different situations (I don't know how to call it) for example, daddy's Wednesday or spinoff Fridays. That's a shame she wakes up when I usually go to sleep.

          Favorite work: To Build a Home and One Call Away

@softlybarnes Becca is also one of the firsts blogs I followed, her writing is really amazing and I think her series was the first I have ever read. Psst If you still want to learn Polish just hit me up.

          Favorite work: Blue and Names

@221bshrlocked​ what to say about Maggie? I envy her talent and the smoothness she writes with, her masterlist is so enormous that I honestly haven't seen the half of it but I promise I will one day.

          Faviorite work: A Real Man (from That Haircut masterlist) and Behind the Walls

@sebashtiansatan​  again one of the firsts blogs I followed and a hell of a writer. Really like this blog.

          Favorite work: Happy Anniversary

@after-avenging-hours​  I don't like to repeat myself but again one of the first blogs I followed. I don't think in Sam's masterlist there was a writing I haven’t read although the masterlist is huge. 

          Favorite work: Hunter Bucky series and Late Night at the Office

@ursulaismymiddlename​ the author of the first work on which I cried like a baby while reading it. Love the writing and original ideas.

          Favorite work: Pretty, Shiny Things (that’s the one which made me cry) and Home Coming 

@moonbeambucky​  Tara is a hell of a  writer. Everything she writes I read with a blush.

          Favorite work: Regrets 

@prettyyoungtragedy​  Maya is funny and caring. She's one of my favorite bloggers.

          Favorite work: Accidentally in Love and It’s Complicated

@sherrybaby14​ I like that Sherry isn't afraid of what she's doing. I mean you're not stumbling upon darker fics all the time and I really admire Sherry for that. Non-con and dub-con is not everyone's pet subject but under all this halo is interesting stories and wonderful writing.

          Favorite work: Winter Smut  

@angryschnauzer​  How couldn't I mention a famous Schnauzer? When I was new in this fandom and with reading fanfiction at all I stumbled upon fic called On The Fence, I read it and wanted more so I think I went through the whole masterlist with w Patrick Star shocked face. I still do that whenever I read anything from Schnauzer because every work is so good and explicit but that’s good.

          Favorite work: Hard Drive and On Your Knees

@bitsandbobsandstuff​ Kris entranced me with her stories, I hate Sundays but her Safe With Me was the reason I was eagerly waiting every Sunday for another chapter. To me this story still is canon.

          Favorite work: Safe with Me and Cracker Jacks and Kiss Cams

@sad-af1121​  I remember Sadaf from when I was really active as a kind and a funny person. If you want to visit a solid blog and really nice blogger- go to Sadaf's.  All of her writings are really good and series are captivating.

          Favorite work: Million Dollar Man

@caramell0w​ Cara IS a writer she is a hell of a writer. She published two of her books and I still lament that they're not available in my country but to those who can buy it knowing Cara's writing skills those books are amazing.

          Favorite work: Pen Pals

@myattemptatfanfic​ I'm ashamed that I even don't know your name but I know your work very well. It was one of the firsts multi-chapter stories I read and it was a year ago but I'm happy you're back.

          Favorite work: Big Girls Don’t Cry 

@plumfondler​ "Easily one of the best writers for smutty goodness" end of the quote. I think that sums everything up, everything Ellie writes, she creates perfection. 

          Favorite work: Snowed In

@gaybybirth​ Huge masterlist and even bigger talent! How am I supposed to pick something from your works when I haven't even seen the half of it? Another person who I envy the smoothness with Molly writes.

          Favorite work: What Are You Thinking About? and Let Me Show You How It’s Done

@hufflebucky​ I don't know much about CJ, I started following her recently but I know already that she is a brilliant writer and I hope to read other works from her.

          Favorite work: Wine and Dine Me

@theycallmebucky​ The very first blog I followed, I can't count how many times I went through this author's whose name I still don't know masterlist. Every work has something that makes it memorable.

          Favorite work: A Dash of Jealousy and A Woman Like You

@buckychrist​ this pure soul who was so kind that she was willing to help me writing a fic (I still have it in my drafts maybe someday I'll post it). Hayley is really incredible with everything she writes and she is a wonderful human being.

          Favorite work: Grown So Cold and I love this  (sorry it’s on my blog but I couldn’t find it)

@trashpanda-barnes​ Shay, as I noticed merely minute ago as I'm writing this, is the biggest Jamie and Brienne shipper I know (I happen to be the second) but anyway Shay is a really kind and warm person, she is always so nice to other people and in my opinion, Shay deserves the world.

          Favorite work: Confessions and Unspoken

Sorry for any grammar mistakes and typos and thank you for the time you took to read this!

#appreciation #appreciation post #trashpanda-barnes #buckychrist #hufflebucky #theycallmebucky #gaybybirth #plumfondler #myattemptatfanfic #caramell0w #sad-af1121 #bitsandbobsandstuff #angryshnauzer #sherrybaby14 #prettyyoungtragedy #moonbeambucky #ursulaismymiddlename #after-avenging-hours #sebashtinasatan #221bshrlocked #softlybarnes #bucky-plums-barnes #sgtjbuccky #jaamesbbarnes #skishenanigans #papi-chulo-bucky #persephone-is-here-omg #suz-123 #i love them

[lunaschild2016]

Belief: Part 6

A/N: Sorry for the wait between chapters! Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: ‘Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children.’ (James O'Barr, The Crow) V Roth is still Mother to this world and I am just one of the children singing my own tune into the night.

Rating M ( Language, Violence, There will be smut, Angst, Tragedy, Romance, Fluff)

@kenzieam  @pathybo  @jaihardy @every-jai  @ericdauntless @beautifulramblingbrains  @bookgirlthings  @jojuarez26 @oddsnendsfanfics @offroadinjandals  @singingpeople  @iammarylastar @irasancti @captstefanbrandt  @clublulu333  @fuckthatfeeling  @tigpooh67 @ex-bookjunky  @jughead-wuz-here  @badassbaker  @beanzjellly @beltz2016 @meganbee15 @affabletimelady  @scorpio2009  @gylisaa @geekybeyondallreason @violetsonthelam @kyloswarstars @emmysrandomthoughts @kgurew @beltzboys2015-blog @slytherin-princess-25273 @whatwouldbuffydo666  @jaiboomer11  @holamor @wealwayskeepfighting  

**I promise I have put the read more option in but it has been glitching.**

Part 6

From the start, I knew I was going to be seeing another side to Eric while at Erudite.

For one, they sent cars to the Dauntless leaders and other members that were going to be visiting. The drivers were all deferential to the Dauntless leaders, but Eric more than the others. There was a Dauntless truck that followed with guards and I could tell it made them nervous but it was expected. It had been just under two years since everything settled after the shake-up but things were still tense.

Granted, I had never seen for myself this rumored tension between any of the factions personally. The only times I had left Dauntless was at the beginning of my time in the clinic when I had to go out to assist a few patrols as a medic. Once I did my training and assumed the Head Nurse position and duties, I was compound bound.

I know enough to know that Erudite had always acted superior to all factions, even Dauntless, who was supposed to be their greatest ally. In the past, cars being sent to pick up other faction leaders would never have happened.

Eric and I didn’t talk much during the ride to Erudite. He barely acknowledged me other than making sure to pull me to the same car as he was riding in. Eric is normally stiff and scowling but today he is taking it to a new level.

The car ride is silent with only a slight and almost imperceptible rustle of fabric when Eric shifts beside me. I don’t turn to fully look at him as I try to distract myself with my tablet, preparing myself for the day. I am pouting and I know it even if I don’t like it. I am not that kind of girl that will get upset if someone doesn’t notice a new hairdo or even to care how I look normally. I realize that with Eric, he is bringing out all kinds of things in me. I wanted to know he saw me and more importantly that he liked what he saw. The driver had certainly noticed how I looked and even appreciated it until Eric stepped in front of me to usher me into the backseat of the car.

We pull up to Erudite sooner than I had been expecting considering all I have to go by is how long the train usually takes to get anywhere. I had been able to do what I intended and forget about the unwelcome feelings at the start of the drive by going over everything Elijah and I had spoken about and some points I had thought of in the days since.

Eric is the one to help me out of the car after the driver was given a glare. It is the first and only indication so far that I am anything to him than just another faction member. The second is his hand at the small of my back, ghosting close enough that I can feel the heat from his hand that never actually makes contact.

I glance up to see the set of his jaw firm and his eyes narrowed as he glances ahead of him at the welcoming party to greet us.

Cara, the newly elected main leader of Erudite, and Elijah were the only ones that didn’t look their faces were frozen and in danger of cracking should they show any kind of emotion. Elijah sent a smile my way from the back of the group and I felt Eric move closer to me. It was a slight shift that would be barely noticeable.

Tori was the one returning the greetings, her irritation for the entire deal was clear to me. I was parts amused, impatient and fascinated by the entire thing. Dauntless don’t really have formalities with visitors. There are few times when the expected procedures are held to within the compound but I have heard from others that outside of it, the rigid structure and military preciseness is expected and adhered too. Which might explain the bearing and demeanor of all the Dauntless around me.

The lower floor of the Erudite tower seems to be made completely of a slight blue-tinged glass. Walls of the colored glass separate the different areas. Apparently, when the Erudite responsible for planning the coup of the government had discovered that they were going to be ousted and brought in for justice, they had barricaded themselves inside the tower along with the Dauntless traitors that followed the leaders. It had taken an assault to end it. The tower had gotten damaged but luckily there weren’t many losses in Erudite besides those that fought back or were executed for their crimes. Because of this, the tower and from what I understand Erudite itself, has undergone major renovation and rebuilding.

We are given a tour of this new Erudite.

In an effort to at least seem more open, the entire first floor is constructed of rooms done mainly in that glass. The library, or at least a good portion of Erudite’s library, is now open for display and use to all factions. A vast room with shelf after shelf of paper books can be browsed through. As we walk through it seems more people wearing blue occupy the room that is part library and part museum. There are quite a few Candor and the odd Abnegation. The same is found in the newest addition to the faction, a room dedicated to providing technological access to all factions. Computer terminals set up on sleek tables that are open for the public to come in and use for various things. Research, contacting others in the city, and school-aged kids to complete projects that require devices they might not have access to at home; these are just some of the things that can now be done freely. In this room, there are more of the last and all wearing the colors to signify a variety of different factions.

A few Dauntless are seen there. I couldn’t help but to notice and say my observation out loud that they were all most likely there watching movies or accessing old archived sites instead of doing anything school related. The smirks and quiet chuckles of the other Dauntless around me let their agreement be known.

Maybe it is my Amity upbringing that I don’t even bother to try and mask my emotions as we arrive in each new area. I am sure my face shows it plainly as I smile or my eyes widen. I make comments here or there and don’t hold back when I have something snarky or sarcastic to say. I am mindful of how loud and obnoxious I can be though, so my volume has been greatly tamed. I also keep to the back of the group and Elijah keeps me company. At least he seems to be enjoying my breaking from the stuffiness that has infected everyone else.

Eric is at the front of the group but he glances our way often. Constantly shooting glares and annoyed squints at the two of us. At this point, I am not sure if it is because I fell back and away from him, that Elijah is with me, my behavior, or all of the above. I know that I am not trying to make him jealous or anything, though the thought of him feeling jealous does make a bit happy, I am just truly enjoying myself at the moment.

It wasn’t something I thought would happen for my day in Erudite. I didn’t think it was possible to use the word ‘fun’ at all in conjunction with Erudite. I think that if I were with anyone besides Elijah then I wouldn’t be having the experience I am now. I am struck by how handsome Elijah is, especially when he smiles. There is a level of comfort with him, almost a familiarity as well. There are things about him that both draw me in and make me feel comfortable with him but also has me curious.

For instance, he is really built for someone in Erudite. It might just be natural but I think it is part genetics and part maintenance. He is by no means as built as someone in Dauntless, but for a doctor in Erudite he stands out. Then there is his personality. It is clear that he is intelligent, highly intelligent at that, but for all of that he doesn’t lord it over me like any Erudite I have met before. He is free with his smiles and laughter. When I make what would be considered a crude joke considering where I am, he doesn’t cringe or look offended, instead, he gives a deep chuckle.

We progressed from the main floor up to the third where offices and research stations were. No longer were the walls made of glass as they had been upon first entering. Cara gave explanations of why this was and I could understand the need for it to be able to provide the proper environment for the research being done. To aid in the spirit of being open there was a vid screen built into the wall that serviced as a security panel and to display a live feed of whatever is going on in those rooms.

This was where I realized that this tour was really something else.

Erudite was being inspected.

With each room we came too Cara would look to Eric with some unspoken question. He would either give a small nod or make no moves at all. It was random and you never knew which one he would pick. When he gave the signal, the security panel would be accessed and the image would be displayed of whatever was going on inside. The higher we got, the more top priority or important the things inside were. This was where it hit home to me how much sway Eric has at Erudite right now. Considering he was the one to put his hand on the Erudite security screen to access what has to be highly guarded projects.

I had never found out what exactly had Eric turn against the leaders and Erudite. I had always assumed it was because of the things that had occurred with divergents and what they wanted to do to the city. Seeing this and how another faction was treating him as if he was their leader or with as much respect as their leader, had me wondering if that had been the reason at all.

“There is a place that would be perfect to grab some lunch before we have to take the tram to where the medical offices are,” Elijah said with a smile when I had grumbled under my breath after the inspection seemed bound to be going right through lunch.

We had been going for what seemed like hours already and I knew I was headed towards a category five ‘bitchicanne’ if I didn’t get food in me soon. His suggestion was music to my ears. I was about to agree wholeheartedly before I felt a hand on my arm and knew instantly who it was even before he spoke.

“Elijah, you will not mind that I’m stepping away with Devi,” Eric said even as he was already guiding me away.

I caught Elijah’s raised eyebrow that had to match my own. The words Eric said were usually put in the form of a question but, of course, not with Eric. That was all order or warning. Maybe both. Either way, it doesn’t sit right with me at all especially since I really just want to sit somewhere and eat.

What was I thinking wearing these damn heels! I guess I didn’t really think about all the walking I would be doing in them.

“Eric. I really am not in the mood for this.” I hiss to him as he leads me into a room and then flicks on the light after he lets go of my arm.

I turn to face him, my arms crossed over my chest and am trying to glare at him. He locks the door without ever taking his off of me and a smile slithers across his face while he walks towards me. I drop my arms and take try to take a step back when he reaches out for me. My legs are no match for the reach of his arms and his finger grip my hips then jerk me towards him. My hands go to his chest as I look at him. The smile is gone and is replaced with that look I am coming to think is one he doesn’t get often. Frustrated and on the verge of losing it.

“Do you have any idea…” he starts out speaking slowly, drawing out every word as if he is trying to reign himself in, “...how…” one of his hands moves to allow the backs of his fingers to drag along the side of neck, “..distracting you are to me?”

Eric stopped after he had moved his fingers to just under my chin, his eyes boring into mine. His forehead scrunched up in his obvious frustration along with his strained admission. I would be laughing at my apparent ability to unsettle the man that almost all of Dauntless fears; I would laugh if I didn’t feel exactly the same.

I do feel some smug pleasure at the fact that a little of what I had hoped for actually panned out today. I try not to let that show as I arch an eyebrow and get out a breathless question while Eric decided to use his lips on the skin of my neck he had just been teasing with his hand.

“How exactly am I being a distraction, Eric?”

His chest rumbles and I feel a huff of hot air on my neck but he doesn't move away. In fact, he begins to suck and nip at my neck while he pulls me tight against his body. I cry out and dig my nails into his shoulders when he nips and sucks just a little too hard, then glare at him when he pulls back with a satisfied grin on his face.

“You know exactly how you are distracting me, Devi. That was why you dressed how you did.”

Heat from my temper felt like it might explode out of me, I could only hope it would knock the conceited asshole on his ass.

“I dress for me, Eric Coulter. What is it with you men thinking the world revolves around you? That anything and everything a woman might do has to be about you? Get over yourself because that is just not who I am.”

I cringe a little because that is usually the case, but damn if he didn’t hit the nail on the head about what happened today.

He lifts a disbelieving eyebrow at me and hips lips tilt in amusement. “So you dressing like this and getting all buddy buddy with Elijah wasn’t to make me jealous?”

Screw waiting for the ability to knock him back with some imaginary power, my foot comes down on his hard.

“Pendejo!” I scream as he grunts and releases me a little, enough for me to shove him away from me. I take the opportunity and start towards the door. “I don’t play with people like that, Eric. But I am not going to apologize for actually getting along with someone and enjoying myself. You don’t own me. If that is how things are going to be you can just forget it.”

Eric catches me around the waist and pulls me against his chest, locking me in and I can barely hear the words he is saying against my hair.

“Fucked up past relationships, Devi. I...I am glad the two of you are getting along. No matter how I may seem right now...that is important to me.”

The tension leaves me a little as I realize that is about as close to an apology I am going to get. “Do you two...I mean are you friends or something?”

Eric chuckles and squeezes me briefly before he moves us towards the door. “Something like that.”

He lets go of me to open the door and looks back at me. “Something like that? No other explanation?”

He shrugs with a smirk. “Oh, I am sure he will get to it during your time together.” Then he gets serious and cups the side of my face briefly. “If he doesn’t, or actually even if he does, I promise I will talk more about it later. We need to get back out there now.”

With a sigh of frustration, I nod and follow him out. Elijah isn’t far away and is on his tablet, leaning against the wall. He looks up when we come out and his eyes flicker between the two of us.

Eric stops in front of him briefly and leans in to whisper something to him. Elijah just looks at me and nods with a smile. Before he moves off, Eric looks back at me and winks. Elijah pushes away from the wall and I watch with a little smile as Eric is slightly limping.

I can’t help the small chuckle at that. I look over to Elijah who is looking at me oddly. His eyes are on my neck and for a second I am confused as to why he would be focused there. Then I remember and it makes me want to run after Eric and do him more damage. I grit my teeth though and countdown trying to reign my temper in.

“You mentioned food?” I try to ask brightly after I open my eyes again. He is looking down at me, his blue eyes showing amusement and nods.

“Yes. I was thinking of a place that would be perfect for you.” He has that smirk again that just seems so familiar but I just can’t place it. It is making me feel like when I do I will feel like an idiot for not seeing it before.

“Really?” I groan when I catch the name of the establishment stamped in silver on the fancy blue menus. I look at Elijah and see him fighting laughter.

“I believe they thought rather hilarious.” He says with a shrug.

I shake my head and open the menu. “Well, it failed. Completely. Utterly. Just fail. I thought Erudite aren’t even supposed to know what a joke is?”

Elijah pretends to be offended. “Hey, some of us have excellent senses of humor. And I believe it wasn’t so much a joke as extreme sarcasm.”

I chuckle along with him and eye the menu.

The name of the modern and sleek restaurant is called The Meating Place. And despite the spelling, it is actually entirely vegetarian.

As bad as the name is I cannot fault the items on the menu and my mouth is already watering as I try to narrow down my choice.

“Now my only issue is what do I not want to try,” I mutter but still loud enough for Elijah to hear.

He gives a nod of agreement from behind his menu. “Well, we could order a few items and share. They also do a few family-style platters.”

I smile and shut the menu. “That sounds good. I’ll let you pick then.”

A server materializes just seconds after I say this and Elijah smoothly gives our order. I take the opportunity to take in everything around me while sipping from the water that is in a fairly large wine glass. It is all so fancy for somewhere to eat in my opinion. A little cold feeling but I guess that is just Erudite.

I look back to Elijah and see he is watching me take everything in. He lifts his own water to take a drink, looking completely at ease, lounging back into his chair even. Polished masculinity with the carefree smile of an amity. It hits me so hard that I just blurt it out.

“You look like you would fit right in at Amity.” I almost slap my hand over my mouth. It takes us both by surprise but he just chuckles at my horrified expression.

He nods as he sets his water glass down. “That might be because my test indicated Amity was where I should go.”

“Oh,” I say dumbly, not sure how else to respond then give in to curiosity. “Why did you stay?”

Here the smile fades and he looks intently at his water glass, his long fingers turning the glass by the short glass stem. “Has Eric told you anything of his life before he transferred?”

The question startles me and I am relieved when the server comes back with the first course Elijah ordered for us. He nodded to the young man as he placed before each of us a bowl of a gazpacho soup using what was advertised on the menu as a ‘bright summer vegetable medley’.

I waited for the server to step away before answering.

“Eric is not exactly forthcoming in anything regarding himself. He is a master at bullying my entire life history out of me though.” I grumble and pick up my spoon, dipping it into the bowl.

Despite where the conversation is going I can’t resist giving in to my stomachs loud request to fill it.

I look up and see Elijah has a small smile playing around his lips. “That isn’t anything new with my brother.”

The declaration, so sudden but also so fucking obvious given all the hints and similarities, knocks the breath from me, causing me to swallow the soup incorrectly. I cough and tap my hand to my chest a few times, drawing a few eyes to us before I finally get my breath back again.

“Your….” I clear my throat, grab the water and take a big gulp. Swallowing I look back to him, his eyes are full of apology and understanding as he looks at me. Looks at me with those same piercing damn blue eyes that Eric has. “Your brother. Well, that certainly explains why you looked vaguely familiar.”

“I apologize. I thought he had told you that much at least.”

I shook my head with my lips pursed. “Nope. Sure didn’t.” I say shortly. Then I take a breath and get a grip. I remember his words about how my getting along with Elijah was important to him. “He did say it was important we got along though.”

Elijah nods and smiles sadly before he takes a breath. “Eric and I were raised to be very private. I am older by four years and with our parents absent much of our lives, I also became more than a brother. Sometimes this rubbed him the wrong way, me being both a brother and parent, but overall we have always been close. There were a few times that relationship was strained, to the point that I wasn’t sure we would ever be able to return to it again.”

I stayed quiet as he spoke softly. I could sense he was wanting to get it out and if I interrupted him with questions, I ruin this chance to know Eric better.

“It isn’t hard to see that Erudite have completely different ideals about most everything, including family. Maybe it was always the Amity in me but I did not and could not hold to that. When we were younger, we were often left with other children of our age whose parents had a close connection to our own. Very few of those children became close to us, but there was one.”

Here he paused and there was something about the pause that had my stomach churning. He was collecting himself. So I let him as we finished our soup in silence. The bowls were taken away and he cleared his throat.

He smiled at me, genuine but with grief and regret in those blue eyes. “Her name was Julietta and she was just a year younger than Eric. We were together so often, she became family to us. As we all got older and entered school, our activities always seemed to be intertwined. More often than not she was at our apartment, her parents were just as absent as ours but she didn’t have an older brother to look after her.”

The next hour was spent in spurts of Elijah telling me the story in between eating. I could tell this was hard for Elijah and felt horrible for letting him continue but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to know even though before he finished I had long ago guessed the ending.

Or at least I thought I had guessed at everything.

I was staring at Elijah with tears burning behind my eyes but trying not to break down. Trying to register the words that he had just said. Julietta, Jules as he lovingly called her, hadn’t left Eric broken hearted like I had assumed she had. It wasn’t the love triangle that ended with the girl choosing one brother and riding off into the sunset with him while leaving the other in tatters.

Yes, she had chosen Elijah. They had always loved each other but it grew deeper than either could have imagined. Enough for Elijah to know he couldn’t possibly leave Jules and stayed in Erudite, knowing she was meant for the faction and that he would never ask her to sacrifice that herself.

Yes, the choice of one brother over the other had greatly strained the two, to the point where it had gotten physical at one point. But Eric, Elijah said, had come to realize that he loved Jules; they just weren’t meant to be together. Eric admitted himself when he came to Elijah one night to give his blessing to the two of them, that he wouldn’t have stayed for her. Eric recognized that if he had truly felt so deeply about her, then he would have at least considered it, but he never did.

Before Eric even left Erudite, the three had been able to heal and reconnect. Elijah and Jules planned to wait to move beyond being more than good friends and get married until things were more settled. She still had to choose herself, and Erudite frowned heavily on any kind of relationships between members and dependents. Elijah had also wanted Jules to have time to explore and grow if that is what she wanted. He talked of the plans Jules had, brushing off his insistence that she needed to spread her own wings.

She never got to see those plans carried out. Shortly after Eric had chosen Dauntless, she passed away to an illness she had been secretly fighting for almost two years.

There had been experimental treatments, of course. Elijah made a veiled reference to an offer from the old leadership to get her into those treatments but Jules had told him she wasn’t going to accept.

The second time the brothers almost came to blows, and the time Elijah thought Eric would never forgive him, was the day Julietta passed away. It was during Eric’s initiation. He had gone to Dauntless with the assurance from both that she would be taking the treatments offered.

Neither wanted Eric to worry and to do his best to reach his goal of becoming a leader. Julietta passed away the day Eric finished training. Elijah had gotten word from contacts in leadership there that he had also been offered leadership. He said that it was almost as if she waited, just for that, to know he made it and was happy.

Our lunch had long been cleared away. I am sure that the wild mushroom with extra virgin olive oil drizzle flatbread and eggplant parmigiana were amazing, but I couldn’t say for sure. It had all tasted like cardboard to me.

I am trying hard not to break down and make a scene when I feel Elijah cover my hand with is own. His eyes showing his own tears threatening. He smiles at me and pats my hand.

“How did you get past it all?” I ask finally in a faint whisper.

“It is amazing how children can bring families back together.” He replies and the smile becomes genuine but the answer just confuses the hell out of me. “He won’t tell you this, Devi. Maybe because he doesn’t like the thought of what he thinks was him failing Jules, but before he transferred he was approached by leadership to recruit him. Their first attempt was a promise of power in the new regime.”

He gratefully let me catch my breath and bearings with this new twist and I nodded to him when I felt like he could go on. He truly was Amity, to be comforting me in all this.

“That was actually pretty laughable, to both Eric and anyone that knew him. Eric saw through all the bullshit and knew that whatever promises they made could be taken with a grain of salt. The whole divergent thing, in Eric’s words, was bullshit. We never believed in any of that.”

I nodded in understanding as he continued. “The second attempt, now that...that wasn’t so easily turned down. Jules had hidden it at first but we both knew something was off. We just didn’t know what. Jeanine knew just where to hit Eric. That was how we found out she was sick, was through Jeanine and she was anything but tactful in her estimation that Jules would survive. Jeanine offered every resource and treatment available to Julietta. Nothing else could have gotten him on board.”

“Why then? Why did she refuse it?” I gasped out in agony.

“The chances of any of that actually working were so very small, Devi. Jeanine was desperate to offer it but Eric was just as desperate to grasp at it. The thing about experimental treatments is that they are just that, experiments. As a doctor, I recognize the need for these trials. But as the person who loved that girl with every breath, no matter that there was a small chance it would work, I couldn’t watch her go through that. She didn’t want to go through that. Jules…..” He stopped and looked wistfully at me. “You know you actually remind me of her in some ways.”

He stopped and blushed and then went on. “Not physically.” He hurried to reassure me. “You might have both been what one would call, a latina, you are both very different from each other. There is the same vibrancy though. The same strength and independence. I can admit I don’t know you well yet, just what Eric has told me, but you seem comfortable in who you are. Jules was a quiet kind of strong. She was kind and loved to laugh but she wouldn’t back down from what she felt was right. Jules could not and would not be the thing that was held over Eric’s head. She would not be leverage for the horrible things we all knew were being planned. We both knew that the chances of those treatments curing her were so small as to be non-existent. The side effects would have left her in a worse state than the actual disease she was dying from. She made the decision and I supported her. We kept it from Eric and I knew there would be fallout from that. Her last request was to find a way to make things right, but to make sure I told Eric to never let himself be controlled again.”

“You said that…” I trailed off in confusion.

“After informing Eric of her death and her message to him, I didn’t hear from Eric for several months. I heard reports around the faction that he was seen often with Jeanine. There were whispers that something was brewing. I had thought that instead of freeing him like we had hoped, it had wounded him and made him so angry, that he went all in with the plans. It shocked me when I received a message from Eric asking to meet. It shocked me, even more, to know that he not only found a way to bring them down and had been working towards that; but he had a way to give us...me...back a part of Julietta.”

“It seems that when she first got sick, she had gone through all the options of treatment and determined that almost all of those would leave her unable to have children. It would either leave her sterile or her body too weak to carry. So one of the first things she did was to have some of her eggs harvested. I can only guess that it was done when she was still trying to come to terms with things, that she forgot to tell anyone in the hard months that followed. Eric found out and once again, it was from Jeanine. She realized she lost her hold on Eric the minute Julietta passed away and had been scrambling for something to bring him back. The old promises of power in Dauntless and Erudite weren’t doing it. She combed through the records and found that Julietta had preserved several viable eggs, then she held them for ransom, as they would say.”

I couldn’t help the low growl that escaped me and Elijah chuckled darkly. “For being supposedly the smartest person in the city, the bitch was stupid.” I snarled out.

“Indeed. She couldn’t have made a worse move. He played along for a little while, got the ball rolling for me. The instant we knew the surrogate had moved past the danger zone and Eric had gotten her to a secure location, he unleashed hell on Jeanine and Erudite. After that, our relationship was still strained. He made it clear it was only for Jules. That he still hadn’t forgiven me and I understood. I was grateful. When Karen, the surrogate, went into labor, he rushed to be with me at the birth. He was there when Olivia was born and when he held her for the first time, I think it was the first step in us being able to move past things, or at least forward..”

“How old is she now?” I ask with a small smile at his beaming one.

“She is twenty months old going on sixteen.” He laughs and shakes his head. “Not even two and already running the house.”

Elijah’s phone goes off and he stops to take it out then look at it. He smirks and shakes his head.

“It’s good to see that he found someone, Devi.” Then he slips his phone back into the inner lining of his suit jacket and looks at me. I am blushing, at his last comment. “You are going to have to be patient with him I am afraid. He never was the best at being social or having social graces and I am sure he has already made a million mistakes by now. I can say without a doubt that he wouldn’t even make an effort if he didn’t truly want to be with you. He especially wouldn’t be inviting just anyone to have dinner with Olivia and I.”

That last bombshell is dropped on me as he stands and offers me his hand. I take it but I can still feel the shockwave hovering on me.

#divergent #divergent au #divergent fanfiction #eric coulter fanfiction #romance #fluff #smut #tragedy #eric coulter x oc #eric coulter #oc #jai courtney #diane guerrero

[rrrecklessabandon]

How to stand out from the rest?

Masih dalam rangka #MasterClassBootcamp hari ini ada kelas dari @womenworks dengan topik “how to stand out from the rest?”

Sesi kali ini diisi sama Sarah Fatikasari, a Talent Acqusition di nestle, dia hobi sepedahan suka the beatles dan John Mayer, daaaaannn She owned A band WUHUUU SHOOO COOLLL. Bandnya namanya bythetime, terus ku dengerin salah satu lagunya di spotify, ena ~

ini diaaa langunyaa

*brb beli bass, eh asli tetiba kok pengen main bass ya, setelah gagal les drum lol*

Basically sesi ini membahas tentang gimana bikin CV yang baik, tentunya ini sangat relevan sama posisi kak sarah saat ini, dia juga sering ngebagiin informasi di Instagram tentang recruitment process pake hastag #sarahbraindump. 

Nah tapi kenapa sih sebenernya kita perlu bikin CV, kenapa ga langsung aja gitu ngasih transkrip ama certificate? Ini dia jawabannya

Companies hire the ultimate match, dan untuk tahu match atau tidak, kita perlu define our values dan contribution dengan baik supaya mereka punya informasi yang lengkap untuk kemudian bisa dicocokkan dengan company attributes and job qualifications. Tapi selain well defined, juga perlu di filter juga nih, skill unique apa sih yang kita punya, yang match dengan qualification, karena itu lah yang bikin kita bisa stand out from the rest. Jadi, costumize CV juga jangan lupa, jangan make satu CV untuk kemudian di pake di banyak job apply, that’s weird!

Nah kalo udah tau kenapa penting untuk bikin CV, harus tau juga dong CV yang baik tuh yang gimana? yang punya design menarik? atau yang polos? yang pake poto bikini? pose sebat? atau roll depan? 

Tentunya pakailah poto yang mukanya kaya ariel tatum, kalo gada, gausa pake poto, canda gaes. 

Jadi sebenernya kalo banyak yang bilang bikin CV tipe kreatif atau polosan itu tergantung dari company nya seperti apa, tapi sebenernya ngga juga. Mostly orang mikir bahwa start up company lebih milih orang yang kreatif, tapi creativity itu ngga harus ditunjukkan di CV loh, bisa attach di portfolio, misal kalo yang jago design bisa melampirkan link behance nya, dsb. Jadi kesimpulannya pakai yang polos tapi ngga literally polos, sebisa mungkin orang yang baca punya reading experience yang structured. Tentunya ngga itu doang dong ketentuan bikin CV yang baik, oke baik, ini dia detailnya.

Nah kalo udah tau cara bikin CV yang baik, perlu tau juga nih struktur isi CV tuh apa aja sih?

Header - Full Name - Phone Number - Email - Current City - Linkedin

Experience - Key dates - Your role - Company/ organization/ project name - Key responsibilities - Key achievements

Achievements & Awards - Year - Organization - Scope of achievements & award

Educational background - Year - School Name - Major - GPA - Predicate if Any

Additional Information - Language profeciency - Other measurable skills - relevant interest

Contohnya kaya begini nih.

Nah kalo udah tau CV yang baik kaya gimana, harus tau juga nih CV yang buruq tuh kaya begimana, ada beberpa tipe CV yang buruk yaitu :

Details are not indicated completely

Incorrect experience orders, inget! dari newest role ke oldest role

Language Inconsistency, Typo, Grammatical Errors

Unmeasurable skills and languange charts, harusnya sih jangan pake chart, harusnya pake scale kaya gini - Length of experience : 3 years HTML coding experience  - Qualifications and training : Microsoft-certified, 2012 - Scale of task : Led a team of 5 in the management - Languange proficiency : Beginner/ Intermediate / Advanced in bla bla

Size of file is larger than 2MB

Nah dari beberapa list kesalahan CV itu ratingnya kaya gini,

Oke sekarang CV udah oke nih, perlu ngga sih bikin cover letter?  Jawabannya perlu, kenapa perlu?

Ilustrate your key skills and how they will add values to the company once you are successfully hired.

Prove how extensive your research about the company

Showcase your writing skills - can be used to answer pre-screening essay questions and body email

Express your personality through story telling

Cover Letter yang bagus tuh yang kaya gimana?

Strong WHY you interested to the job

What experience makes you IDEAL for the job

RELEVANT skills that you can bring to the job

Sekian dan trimakaziiii, so fruitfull session of tudei’s class. Also got a short of positive energy from womens in the class :))))))))))

#Spotify

[skkgagnon]

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Love Happens: An Anthology is LIVE!

Fall in love over and over again in this collection of stories from 15 extraordinary authors. In celebration of Autism Awareness month, all proceeds from the sale of Love Happens benefits Southwest Autism Research & Resource Center (SARRC) and Myles-A-Part. One-click this remarkable collection right away for only 99¢!

About Love Happens: An Anthology:

In this must-have short-story collection, Melanie Moreland introduces us to Ethan Thomas in When Love Blooms. Melanie Harlow shares her novel, Some Kind of Love. Molly McLain and Rhonda James share Luke and Mia’s no strings weekend that could lead to love. Claudia Burgoa visits New York City in How We Met. Leap with Dylan Allen to London where we meet Cara’s dream man. Emery Jacobs revisits the Beautiful Torture Duet. Go on vacation with the beloved characters of the Unspoken Series by Gabbie Duran. I See You is based on secondary characters in Ginger Scott's How We Deal With Gravity. Fall in love with Jeanne McDonald’s Shadow Kingsley in All Of Me. Lisa Kamps takes us to the ice arena with First Shot At Love (A Baltimore Banners Story). Bad girl Delilah meets Lance, her total opposite, in Wild Pumpkin by Martha Sweeney. Mia Kayla brings us Kent and Beth from Marry Me for Money, a couple with different views in All Work And No Play. In Love on The Edge, Molly Lee’s Dash and Blake from the Edge of Chaos spend their honeymoon chasing storms. Rockstar Silas Palmer finds love on the side of the road in Hitch by S.M. West.

Fifteen authors come together to celebrate Autism Awareness month with proceeds benefitting SARRC and Myles-A-Part.

Love Happens features stories about finding love, falling in love and being in love.

*Includes Some Kind of Love By Melanie Harlow*

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My 5 Star Review:

This anthology is a collection of new short stories by 15 amazing authors who came together to celebrate Autism Awareness month with proceeds benefitting SARRC and Myles-A-Part.

I have only read a few of the stories so far and have been blown away with how wonderfully satisfying they have been. The stories were intriguing and engaging, I cared for the characters, and the sex scenes were hot, sexy and titillating!

* I started with How We Met by Claudia Burgoa - This was the beginning of Willow and Hunter's story. They have a chance meeting one night where Hunter helps a distraught Willow. He never finds out her name and has never forgot her. They surprisingly meet again weeks later. Hunter wants a normal loving relationship and Willow intrigues him. Willow has been hurt and is cautious but Hunter has awoke the numbness inside her. They are tricked into a date by Willows sister and this is the wonderful beginning of their love story. I fell for them both and am so intrigued by their story. I can't wait for more!

* All of Me by Jeanne McDonald - This is Shadow Kingsley and Lucian Brittons story. Shadow is a talented artist on the cusp of huge success. She and Lucian, a gifted musician, meet at one of her art shows and are instantly attracted to each other. She convinces him to model for her so she can paint his portrait. They inspire one another and are the perfect combination of art and music. This short story had it all, witty banter, deep emotion, heartbreaking conflict and fiery passion. I loved this romance!

* When Love Blooms by Melanie Moreland - This is Ethan and Lily’s love story. Ethan visits the floral shop to get something for his mother. He meets free spirit, Lily, and the sparks fly instantly between them. He finds creative ways to visit her store because he can't stay away. I loved this refreshing, fun, and sexy romance!

* It also includes Some Kind of Love By Melanie Harlow which I had read earlier and loved! It was funny, sexy, heartbreaking and heartwarming. Jillian Nixon is right where she wants to be. She is a successful Pediatrician, she's healthy, has a nice condo, and has a great relationship with her family. But when she see's how happy and in love her sisters are tho, she realizes just how lonely she really is. She hasn't had any luck with recent dates and is afraid she waited too long to make a relationship a priority. When she is about to bolt from her sister's wedding after one too many rude questions about her single status, she runs smack into the sexy wall that is Levi Brooks, her unforgettable one night stand from college. They haven't seen each other since but neither has ever forgotten that erotic encounter. Levi is charming, honest and the single father of a special needs child. His son Scotty is the love of his life and he isn't looking for anything complicated. But when Levi and Jillian crash into each other, their old chemistry is reignited. They are desperate for each other and are combustible between the sheets. But finding the time without taking away from the needs of his son is hard. Levi is scared and feels guilty and unworthy of having it all. Jillian is all about family and feels hurt when Levi keeps her separate from his. I love Levi, he is such a great Dad, friend and lover. I could really feel his frustration and struggle to do the right thing for everyone. Jillian is funny, kind and loving and is the perfect match for both Levi and Scotty if they would only let her in. This story had such a natural flow as it uncovered so many layers and depth of each character. I really felt like I understood them and their decisions and couldn't help falling in love with them. This is a sweet, sexy and emotional story that shouldn't be missed!

I have thoroughly enjoyed the books I've read so far and am sure the rest will be just as sexy, romantic and engaging. This is a must have anthology when you are looking for a quick sexy romance story and also help a worthy cause!

#LoveHappens #AutismAwareness #ClaudiaBurgoaSR

[agardenandlibrary]

Nothing in this world or any other deserved her fear. That was all very well, but there was a great difference between climbing the steps to the Shrine of the Unspoken and going out to buy groceries. Csorwe had spent a lifetime readying herself to die, not to talk to strangers.

The Unspoken Name by A.K. Larkwood

I love her, your honor

#cara reads the unspoken name #the unspoken name #ak Larkwood #unspoken name buddy read #cara reads the serpent gates

[angelicstarr2009]

So much on my mind I think I think too much Read between these lines unspoken weight of words But time comes to rest when you are by my side, it blurs And I will follow where this takes me And my tomorrows long to be unknown When all is shaken, be my safety In a world uncertain, say you'll be my stone Change in every wind The sands of time don't know our name Oh, nothing's sure, but surely as we stand I promise I will stay the same And I've never seen forever But I know we'll remain And I will follow where this takes me And my tomorrows long to be unknown When all is shaken, be my safety In a world uncertain, say you'll be my stone (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Be my stone In a world uncertain, say you'll be my stone

-Alesia Cara stone Google Play

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Stone Lyrics - Alessia Cara feat. Sebastian Kole

Stone Lyrics – Alessia Cara feat. Sebastian Kole

So much on my mind, I think I think too much Read between these lines, unspoken weight of words But time comes to rest when you are by my side, it blurs

And I will follow where this takes me And my tomorrows long to be unknown When all is shaken, be my safety In a world uncertain, say you’ll be my stone

Change in every wind The sands of time don’t know our name Oh nothing’s sure, but surely as we…

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[agardenandlibrary]

Y'know those posts about answering eloquent language with a short, purposefully plain response?

("behold, I am saruman of many colors etc etc" to which gandalf replies "I liked the white better"? Those)

"My master is Belthandros Sethennai," said Csorwe. "The rightful ruler of Tlaanthothe." This was a shot in the dark, an admission she had hoped not to make, but Atharaisse's eyes flared with recognition, bloodshot and brilliant. "Ahaaa," she said. "That is a recollection that escapes us not. And what has become of the exquisite Belthandros?" "He's all right," said Csorwe.

HE'S ALL RIGHT

giant snake last survivor of a destroyed world asks how your wizard boss is doing and "HES ALLR GITH" is what you come back with??

fuckin spectacular you funky orc

#cara reads the unspoken name #the unspoken name #ak larkwood #csorwe.... babe.... #unspoken name buddy read #unspoken name spoilers #cara reads the serpent gates

[agardenandlibrary]

I've reached the point in the Unspoken Name where I'm wondering what the heck else could possibly happen in this book

We're nearly reaching Uprooted levels of "what do you MEAN this isn't the climax of the book"

#cara reads the unspoken name #the unspoken name #ak larkwood #this is not a criticism btw #im enjoying this book immensely #unspoken name buddy read #cara reads the serpent gates

[agardenandlibrary]

Shuthmili could awaken a sleeping god, she could turn back the dead, and she had apparently taught herself how to fly a cutter just by watching other people do it, but Malkhaya and Aritsa would have spoon-fed her every meal if they'd been given the chance, and apparently she wasn't used to handling money. It wasn't fair to pull someone out of a horde of revenants and immediately leave her to fend for herself on public transport. Csorwe had to stay and help her get home.

The Unspoken Name by A.K. Larkwood

#cara reads the unspoken name #the unspoken name #ak larkwood #unspoken name buddy read #im cracking up this is amazing #cara reads the serpent gates

[agardenandlibrary]

someone whose only knowledge of lesbians comes from the unspoken name and the locked tomb series: so which one studied the blade and which one is the wizard ?

#cara reads the unspoken name #unspoken name buddy read #cara reads the serpent gates