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weekend-conspiracy-theorist · 1 year

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in which some congratulations are in order. (an entry in the tim&steph role swap au.)

"Heya, Matches."

A strong, callused hand clapped heavily against his shoulder, and Bruce looked up from his two fingers of whiskey (that he wasn't actually drinking) to meet Walter Banquist's gaze. The man was a smash-and-grab thief and occasional hired hench, and he was smarter than most about keeping his mouth shut and his eyes open. Still, he and Matches Malone had been friendly (bordering on friends) for years, and that meant Bruce could usually coax a tidbit or two out of him.

Walter jerked his head towards the other side of the room. "Stu's here tonight."

"Is he," Bruce said, and he couldn't help the heavy disapproval that settled into his tone.

Stu--AKA Stuart Ridley, AKA a quick-fingered, sharp-tongued teenager who engaged in occasional petty thievery and con artistry. The kid was smart enough to keep his nose clean of anything too nasty, but he did have a tendency to turn up under foot from time to time, at places like this where the people who were involved in the nastier parts of Gotham's criminal underworld came to blow off steam. Bruce--as Matches--did his best to steer the kid subtly towards less dangerous job options whenever they crossed paths.

He couldn't help it. Kids always brought it out in him--as Bruce, as Brucie, as Batman or Matches or any of his other aliases. Nearly twenty years after deciding to raise a traumatized eight-year-old at age twenty-two, that paternal instinct had become too deeply ingrained for him to beat it down for long. Bruce had given up trying to, more or less; had let it become a facet of Matches Malone and made up a story or two about younger siblings to explain it away.

Bruce struck a match against the rough wood of the bar top, letting his genuine frustration bleed into his voice and thicken Matches's already impressive inner city accent. "He old enough to be in here?"

Walter was laughing at him. A little with him, maybe. Bruce knew he was nearly as disapproving of the kid getting himself in trouble as Matches was. "Has he ever been? I ain't even sure that boy's old enough to vote."

Stu probably hadn't even been old enough to drive the first time Bruce had tripped over him. But the kid had grown steadily throughout their acquaintance until he hit 5'9" about two years ago, and he'd more or less stayed there since. That put him older than Walter thought, despite his youthful face; Bruce would personally estimate that Stu was at least nineteen now, and had possibly even hit twenty.

"But it's Gotham," Walter added at a drawl. "Whatcha gonna do? Tell the bouncer?" He snorted.

The match burnt itself out before it reached Bruce's fingers, and he flicked it aside with a scowl. "You ain't heard of anybody tryna hire some new talent or somethin', have you?" he asked, and "drained" the rest of his drink before wiping at his mouth with the back of his wrist. "That kid don't need to get his ass in deep with any of the employers around these parts."

"Nuh uh. Hadn't heard nothin'." Walter leaned his forearms against the bar next to Matches, glancing across the room at the back of a messy head of brown hair. "Everythin's been quiet lately. Too quiet, if you know what I mean."

Bruce did. It was why he was here. It was why the whole bar was just a little on edge--and why it was such a spectacularly bad time for Stuart Ridley to have crawled out of the woodwork.

The kid had pulled a chair up to one of the scuffed tables and sat on it backwards, one forearm leaned on the back and the other gesturing as he talked to a couple meatheaded bouncers who worked for the Iceberg Lounge. One of the men was laughing; the other rolling his eyes. At least that sharp tongue of his had always seemed to make him more friends than enemies, against all odds.

"You know anything?" Walter asked, his voice low. There was a nervous touch to his voice, something pointed in the way he leaned slightly towards Matches, and Bruce's attention flashed back to him immediately.

"Not a goddamn thing," Bruce muttered, matching his volume and his posture. He searched Walter's face and resisted the urge to narrow his eyes. "You know anything?"

Walter shifted. "Nothin' concrete."

"But you've heard somethin'."

Walter breathed out through his nose, near silently. "Harley Quinn's gone to ground. Somethin's got her nervous."

Bruce felt something in himself grow very still. Last he'd heard, the Joker was still in traction. There were plenty of things that made Harley nervous, of course, but few that she'd actually cut and run over. Fewer still that she'd have reason to know about before anyone else. "You don't think...?"

"He ain't been in Arkham long after the last time." Walter's lips pursed. "So, no, I don't think. I don't think he's had time to pull somethin' together, 'specially with the state Hood left him in before Batman busted onto the scene." He spun a slow finger in the air, indicating the room around them, and his eyes were dark and tired. "But other people are thinkin' it. An' it's got 'em real nervous, Matches."

That... may actually be worse. The entire Gotham underworld growing restless in anticipation of the clown's escape could be just as dangerous in and of itself as an actual Joker breakout would be, and it would certainly be even harder to predict.

"Good week to keep our heads down, then," Bruce muttered.

Walter snorted. "When ain't it?"

Bruce opened his mouth. He closed it. He struck a match against the bar top again, more contemplative this time. "All right," he drawled, as he watched the flame dance. "You got a point there, Walt."

With a snort and a second clap of Matches's shoulder, Walter ducked away from the bar, beer in hand. "You hear somethin', you let me know," he muttered as he left. Louder, directed towards the other side of the room, he added, "And tell Stu he still owes me that twenty bucks from the last time we played darts."

"Thought I'd heard he won?" Bruce asked, snorting.

"He cheated," Walter said flatly.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night, old man," Stu taunted, turning to flash a smirk in Walter's direction, and--

Bruce froze, just for a moment, midway through flagging down the bartender for a second round.

He knew Stuart's face.

Of course he did; he might not have run into the kid often, perhaps a dozen times total in the last five years, but it was more than enough to recognize him on sight--or so Bruce would have thought, anyway, and he would have been wrong. Because seeing him again, here and now and for the first time in several months, Bruce was dumbstruck by the realization that he had been unwittingly re-introduced to this young man just a week before.

Not as the petty thief dabbling in affairs he was far too young for--but as the mischievously intelligent young private investigator who had called up the Batman and asked him if he was interested in overturning the rules of Batgirl's unwinnable game of rooftop tag.

Tim Drake's eyes flicked toward the motion of Bruce's hand as he forced himself to finish raising it towards the young woman working the bar (Lucy was in her mid-thirties; Bruce was just getting old), and the kid's smirk deepened for just a moment as he met Bruce's gaze. Then he turned back to his conversation with Penguin's men.

"Another round of the same, Matches?" Lucy asked.

"Sure thing, honey," he responded, automatic, as five years' worth of scattered interactions with so-called "Stuart Ridley" rearranged themselves inside of his mind.

The wig and the contacts that Tim was wearing were very high quality; Bruce would never have noticed them if he didn't know they were there. But it was the clothes, the body language, that were the most effective at obfuscating his identity. Bruce was a highly observant man, and one prone to paranoid pattern recognition at that, but he'd never drawn a line between the sharp, restless teenage hoodlum that sometimes turned up in the same dive bars and seedy restaurants as Matches Malone, and the politely earnest young man that sometimes turned up at the same charity galas and in the same conference rooms as Bruce Wayne.

He'd noticed something similar the prior weekend at the Manor, too--that the Timothy Jackson Drake he had known in passing through his parents and their company was a far cry from the Tim Drake who he was introduced to as Stephanie's ex-boyfriend turned best friend. Timothy Drake had largely dropped off of the high society map after his father's death several years prior (to become a private investigator, apparently), so Bruce had written it off as the passage of time (and trauma) and the prevalence of insincere public personas within Gotham's upper crust.

But even if the rarity of his interactions with both Tim's high society persona and his street kid alias meant that he'd failed to draw the connection between the two of them, Bruce should have known better than to dismiss his instincts regarding the disparity between the boy in his memories and the one in his house. Especially since he now knew that Tim had been going home from those galas just to turn around and run rooftops with the Girl Wonder.

(Stephanie had joked about her reticence to admit to having involved a civilian in her cases as Robin, saying, "He'd probably have done it wearing a stupid wig and calling himself Maurice" about Tim giving her away at her future wedding if the details of their friendship had never come to light. Bruce finally understood what she had been getting at; Stuart Ridley was... an impressively well-developed alias, further enhanced by the fact that Tim had been using it since he was at least fifteen.)

Well. Bruce thanked Lucy for the drink with a smarmy line and took a fake sip, eyeing "Stuart" with frustrated bemusement. This did explain a few things--why Bruce crossed paths with the kid oh-so-rarely, why his attempts to talk him into a less illegal career had been so summarily dismissed. Because the two of them only crossed paths when they both happened to be fishing for information at the same times and in the same places, and because Stuart didn't actually lead a life of crime.

(At least, not beyond the fact that Tim was technically operating illegally as a private investigator, having faked the entire existence of the PI whose license he was operating under.)

Hrn. And there was another layer to this that Bruce hadn't yet considered. Between Tim's own deductive talents and the frankly disquieting amount of information Stephanie had apparently been confiding in him over the years, Bruce could only assume that Tim had known exactly who Bruce was this entire time.

Stephanie always did manage to keep him on his toes, even by proxy. He swallowed back a sigh that was far more Bruce Wayne than it was Matches Malone.

Bruce kept his distance for another couple hours, gently feeling out the room for any further information on Harley and the state of the rest of Gotham's criminal underworld, and out of the corner of his eye, he watched Tim Drake do the same. When his conversation dropped off with the enforcers from the Iceberg Lounge, Stuart Ridley headed for the dartboards; and when that ceased, the kid found himself in a corner booth with a woman--her name started with an M, Bruce believed--that Bruce vaguely recognized as a frequent flyer in both Ivy and Riddler's organizations. All the while, a bottle of beer dangled from his fingers.

(Bruce tried not to glower. If he recalled the file that Oracle had put together for him correctly, then Tim was only a few months shy of twenty-one. Besides, if the kid was smart, he wasn't even drinking it.)

Still, around ten that evening Bruce maneuvered himself into Tim's path and caught the back of his neck with one hand to keep him from straying. "Ain't it a school night?" Matches demanded, giving Stuart a gentle shake back and forth.

"Yeah, Matches, for kids who have school," Tim fired back, punctuating the sentence with a solid (but painless) thump of his fist against Bruce's ribs. "I dropped out! And if I hadn't, I'da still graduated years ago."

"Aw, go home, kid." A man--Louis Browning, enforcer for the Falcones--seated at a table near Bruce's elbow waved Tim away. "Ain't you got a sweetheart waitin' for you?"

"Maybe. Or maybe she dumped me, an' I'm drownin' my sorrows," Tim said, with a smile like a shark, but he laughed when Louis did and let Matches steer him out of the bar and down to the sidewalk.

Bruce raised an eyebrow when he felt Tim's fingers slip into the pocket of his coat, releasing his grip on the kid's neck to catch his wrist instead. "Nice try, Stu."

Tim held up a pack of cigarettes in his other hand and wiggled the matchbook pointedly. "Just need a light, Matches, jeez."

They drifted off to the left side of the two crumbling concrete steps that led up to the door of the bar, exchanging nods with the two men smoking on the opposite side. With his back to them, Tim allowed himself to indulge in a grimace as he took a drag off the cigarette.

"Fuck, that's horrible," he murmured, barely loud enough for Bruce to hear.

"Didn't have to be part of your persona," Bruce murmured back, keeping his arms crossed and his eyes focused on the burning ember at the end of the cigarette.

"As a teenage pick pocket? In Gotham?" Tim snorted. "Yeah, it did."

Fair enough.

A quicksilver grin flashed across Tim's face, there and gone, and he added, at a more normal volume, "Community center on Jackson's got all these signs up lately, all doom'n'gloom 'bout the dangers of smoking, but they ain't got me to quit yet."

Ah. Those signs were part of a Wayne Foundation initiative to provide community drug and alcohol education. Bruce was being needled.

He flicked his gaze to Tim's--turned brown by contacts, and in the dim orange lighting of the streetlight half a block down, he couldn't even see the subtle circle outlining the edges of the lens. "As if you've ever listened to anybody with a lick of sense," he drawled.

A quirk to Tim's lips. "Touché." He took another drag of the cigarette, his cheeks hollowing briefly, and then asked, "So, whaddaya want, Matches?"

"You to keep your nose outta trouble. Startin' with whatever it is that's got everybody so on edge--it's a good week to keep your head down, Stu." Quietly, Bruce added, "I'd like to know what angle you're working, if it won't run you up against confidentiality issues with your client."

"Yeah, mom, whatever you say." Tim dropped back to a murmur himself, disguising his words behind the hand holding his cigarette. "No client. I just like to keep my ear to the ground; helps to know where to start digging if you have a sense of the lay of the land. But no one wanted to talk about anything significant with me tonight. They're all cagier than normal."

Walter had been the only one willing to truly talk to Matches either. Bruce matched Tim's volume, his words nearly swallowed by the wind as he told him, "Apparently there's whispers that the Joker's looking to make another break."

Tim's eyebrows shot high. "You're kidding. It's barely been a month. No way he's healed up from the beating Hood gave him."

"It seems highly unlikely. But you know what even a rumor can do when it comes to the clown."

Long fingers tapped the ash off the end of the cigarette as Tim pursed his lips. "You know where this rumor came from?"

Bruce shrugged. "There aren't many things that send Harley Quinn to ground."

Tim had started to take a drag off his cigarette, but he choked instead, holding it off to the side as he pounded on his chest with his other hand, eyes wide. "Jesus, Matches, everybody's this worked up cuzza Harley?" he blurted. "She ain't in hidin' cuz she's scared, man! She's pregnant."

"She--what?"

The other two smokers turned around to stare at them, jaws dropped.

"How do you know?" Bruce asked, just barely remembering to use Matches's voice--even as the memory of a very strange 4 AM phone call from a very excited Selina rose to the surface.

(After an oddly cagey bit of rapport, she'd finally blurted, "What do you get for the woman who has or could steal anything?"

He'd thought she was fishing to figure out what he'd gotten her for Christmas, not brainstorming presents for a baby shower.)

Tim threw his hands in the air, looking exasperated. "How do you not know? She's got half the pint-sized runners in Gotham covering craving duty so she can keep stocked on chocolate ice cream, dill pickles, and Chicken Whizzies!"

Ah.

Street kids didn't typically like to talk to Batman, so he'd been leaning more and more on the Red Hood to cover that route of information, and Jason was still out of town with the Outlaws after the stunt he'd pulled with the Joker. Bruce resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"No wonder Mazza was as confused as I was," Tim groaned, dropping his cigarette butt and grinding it out beneath the heel of his sneaker. "God, I'm gonna go sleep. Somebody--" the pointed gaze he shot at Bruce said that he meant Batman-- "better tell Ivy to make an announcement before the underworld tears itself apart tryna figure out what's goin' on with Harley."

"Harley," one of the smokers echoed, shell-shocked. "Pregnant. I didn't even know she and Ivy was tryin'!"

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"I think it was an accident," Tim said dryly. "How's that work when you've gotta mix somethin' up in a test tube if you wanna combine your DNA? I got no clue." He spread his hands. "But I try not to ask questions I don't want the answers to, ya know what I mean?"

Bruce knew what he meant. It was his standard operating procedure when it came to his children.

Batman touched down lightly at the edge of Robinson Park around 11 AM, the pouches of his utility belt open to show how conspicuously empty they were and a large carrier bag slung over his shoulder.

"Mazza," he greeted, as the woman Tim had been talking to the night before emerged from the shadow of an unnaturally large fern. He lifted the cover on the bag and tilted it towards her to show what was inside. She twitched, visibly, over the fact that the Batman knew her name, but she did lean forward to peer into the bag.

"Huh," she said. Her dark eyes flicked up to meet the lenses of his cowl through the fringe of her loose afro.

"I'd like to speak to Ivy, if she's available," Bruce said patiently.

Mazza's eyes flicked down to his empty utility belt, and then back to the bag. She straightened, shrugging. "I think she could be persuaded."

He followed her deeper into the park, unsurprised as the foliage quickly grew thick enough to turn a sunny day into perpetual twilight. Plants twisted and writhed out of their way, opening a path towards the center of the green space--and closing it back up behind them.

Bruce had intended to join Robin and Black Bat on patrol the previous evening after having made his appearance as Matches Malone. After Tim's revelation regarding Harley Quinn's alleged pregnancy, however, he'd headed back to the cave instead, trusting the two of them and Batgirl to hold down Gotham without him for the night. It hadn't taken long at all to find evidence of what Tim had mentioned--

Ivy's people had been matching the paranoid suspicion of those around them, but seemed utterly uncertain of its root cause. (Hrn. Unintentional pun. Don't mention that one to Dick.) Children and young teenagers were caught on video at grocery stores and corner markets at random hours of the day, buying ice cream and other junk food with large bills that earned them suspicious side eyes from the cashiers, then pocketing the change and leaving the bags at the edges of Robinson Park. From there, one of Ivy's people was undoubtedly delivering them to whatever safehouse Harley had holed herself up in.

Mazza stepped aside as the path opened into a clearing, and Bruce stepped past her with a nod before turning his attention to Poison Ivy.

She lounged at the center of the clearing, cradled by vines and soft, moss-coated branches. Her red hair spilled down over one shoulder, nearly glowing in the single ray of sunlight which breached the canopy above.

"I hear congratulations are in order," Bruce said, his voice a bit too low to be Bruce Wayne's, but softer than Batman's usual. He held out the bag, its strap hooked over two fingers, and a vine slipped it out of his grip to bring it over to Ivy.

She flipped open the cover, her expression aloof and distrusting, but it softened immediately as she withdrew the family size bag of Pizza Blasted Chicken Whizzies. "I suppose I shouldn't bother to ask how you knew, 'World's Greatest Detective.'"

"There are pre-natal vitamins and a pack of newborn diapers under the junk food," Bruce told her, a curl of a smile twitching at the corners of his lips. "I also included an information packet for the Lamaze class at the GCC..." He hesitated. But Stephanie had made him promise. "The Girl Wonder swears by it personally."

Ivy's gaze flicked up to meet Batman's, startled. Her lips parted, but she swallowed back whatever she had been about to say, replacing the bag of chips and letting her vine spirit the carrier bag further into her forest. "Harley's going to be so excited that you brought her gifts that she might track you down just to cry on you," she warned him.

Harley Quinn and pregnancy hormones. The thought made Bruce want to shudder. "Thanks for the warning."

She shrugged, curling her legs up and to the side as she studied him. "But you're not just here as a delivery boy."

"I'm sure you've noticed that the city's a bit of a powder keg at the moment."

Ivy blinked, long and slow. "I have."

"Harley going to ground has people convinced that the Joker's on his way out of Arkham again. I'd appreciate if you could do something to dispel the rumors before someone strikes the match."

Something glittered in Ivy's eyes. "Be careful what you wish for, Bat," she warned. "None of us wants to experience the gender reveal party I caught Harley planning the other day."

Bruce felt his eye twitching behind the cowl. "She knows that explosive property damage is usually an accident at those, doesn't she?"

"She doesn't care."

Of course she didn't.

"How about an announcement in the newspaper?" Bruce asked dryly.

"Is there a reporter you don't mind getting kidnapped?"

"Ivy."

She rolled her eyes and waved a dismissive hand in his direction. At his back, the path out of the park reopened. "I'll tell the minions to get the word out. Now get out of my sight."

"Thank you," Bruce said calmly. His cape fluttered as he turned to leave.

He made it about ten feet into the gloom before Ivy called after him. "Batman?"

"Yes?" He paused, looking back at her.

"Any parenting advice?" she asked, with a trace of a smile in the corners of her eyes.

"Not until the baby is a pre-teen," he admitted, with a quirk of his own lips. "The youngest I've dealt with was eight."

"The babies," Ivy corrected. "Twins."

Good god.

"I hope I'm retired before they grow up," he told her, quite sincerely, and Ivy tipped back her head as she laughed.

#so this took a wild left turn from what I initially set out to write #but this au continues to be stupid yet fun so who cares #bruce wayne #tim drake #poison ivy #harley quinn #the tim&steph role swap au

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jflemings · 3 years

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baby, we bleed red and gold | f.w

warnings: Possible grammer mistakes

summary: The twins get a whiff of a plan that Draco and his buddies are hatching for the upcoming game and decide to get you involved in their plan to intimidate them. the tables turn and you get in the way of the serpents. Fred follows through with a promise.

authors note: I’ve had this sitting in my drafts unfinished for a couple of weeks now so I’d thought I’d smash it out. Once again another Gryffindor!reader that plays quidditch, I can’t help myself. Next fic will be multi house, promise.

Angelia had been absolutely kicking your asses in practice leading up to the match against Slytherin and to say you guys were prepared was a severe understatment. The atmosphere was unmatched when the lions and serpents went head to head; the age old rivalry sat thick in the air as the butterflies settled in the pit of your stomach and your hands clamped around your broom.

Up and ready to go with Ange first in line leading the pack, the seven of you got ready to kick off. It had been raining all week and the smell of the pitch took over your senses as you took heavy breathes in through your nose in order to calm the zoo in your stomach.

A flaming head of red hair came down to ear level with you on your right side.

“nervous, l/n? don’t be. Freddie and I have got your back, these serpents won’t lay a finger on your pretty little head” George’s tone was assuring but the smirk set on his lips told a different story. You had an overwhelming feeling that the twins were up to no good on this particular Friday night.

“Georgie’s right. No one is gonna get to our precious little y/n as long as we’re around”

you had to look up to make eye contact with the older twin, a grin gracing his pretty face and a simple wink thrown your way sent your heart into a frenzy. The hound in your rib cage couldn’t be ignored and neither could the whitening of your knuckles from holing the broom in your hands far too tight.

George stands up straight to be eye level with his other half

“Heard Malfoy barking orders to his sorry excuse of a team” Fred’s eyebrow quirks and silently beckons his twin to continue.

“Take out the twins he says”

Fred snickers and knocks his twin with his right elbow “like that’s the easiest thing in the world”

“I say we do something about it”

There it is. that’s the plan, take down the opposing team one by one, in whatever way they can.

Your head lifts and your ears perk as an idea comes flying through your head. The brothers are being rowdy and it somehow only grows your confidence and the bright idea cooking up.

“alright. I want in” the mischievous tone drips off your voice and the smirk gracing your lips can't be hidden when two hands mold to either shoulder and the pair are once again at your ear level and absolutely baffled at your statement. Sure, you got in with the twin’s pranks from time to time but you swore off foul play and mischief on the pitch; You were not about to risk the house cup for a laugh. When they don’t speak you continue.

“If the two of you keep Crabbe and Goyle distracted and off my back i’ll knock Pucey and Warrington around a bit to give dear old harry here enough time to catch the snitch” Your eyes were no longer fixated on the back of Angelia’s robes but instead giving side looks to the boys.

Angelia bounces on her feet and notates her neck back and forth before becoming completely still, almost like she’s trying to list the pros and cons of letting the three of you potentially sabotage your finale game.

She takes a deep breath out.

“If you three mess this up for us, you’re all benched for the first quarter of next season and if anyone asks I had zero involvement in this plan of yours”

You share a sly grin with the twins and George stands up straight while twisting his broom in his hands while Fred lingers by your side, you can practically see the gears turning in his head.

His mouth comes closer to your ear “If Pucey and Warrington are giving you too much of a hard time, let me know and I’ll give ‘em a fright, yeah?” His honey brown eyes scan your face with a sincere look while searching for a reassuring answer. You know that even if you had told Fred that you can take care of yourself if it even looked like the boys were giving you a rough time he’d have them off their brooms faster than you would ever realise.

All you can do is nod before Angie let’s the team know it’s kick off time. You all fly to your positions and you give Fred and George a side glance and nod, getting two smirks in return.

Madam Hooch kicks off the game and it’s on. The quaffle is in your hands and Warrington is tailing you while trying to dodge the twins, with little success. Angelina comes into your view and quicker than your body can process, you’re passing the quaffle on and scoring. Lee’s voice comes over the microphone.

“Brilliant set up and goal from l/n and Johnson! Gryffindor takes the lead by 10 points”

Angie looks over her shoulder and gives you a thumbs up before flying off ready to score again. That’s how the game goes for another fifteen minutes, you and angie scoring three times before Harry and Draco get the snitch in their sights. they’re flying down near the house stands and you easily spot Hermione, Ron and Ginny’s voices within the crowd of students.

The sheer excitement and pride you’re feeling puts you in a momentary state of bliss before a beater’s bat is flying your way. You narrowly miss it and spot Marcus Flint sporting a sickening smirk.

“Maybe if your bite matched your bark, your team would actually have a good chance at winning tonight, y/n” Pucey laughed before following flint toward the hoops.

This interaction meant little to nothing to you because everyone on that pitch and in the stands, including Pucey, knew damn well that you could take any one of the quidditch players at hogwarts one on one. But just because you weren’t bothered by the comment didn’t mean that someone else felt the same.

******

Fred knew how to keep his cool during games. After playing with his brothers since he could walk, he quickly figured out that you can’t always take your anger out on people flying on magic broomsticks a good 150 metres in the air.

So when he watched Pucey make a snide remark about you he didn’t know how to handle the overflow of anger crossing through him other than to take a page out of George’s book and attempt (and almost succeed) to knock the slytherin boy off of his broom completely.

The bludger sent flying towards one of the opposing chasers was anything but accidental and it was all George needed to know that it was time to show Malfoy and his team what taking down beaters actually looked like.

Your thoughts were racing when George caught up by your side diverging bludgers away from you

“I told you your pretty little head wasn’t getting touched this game” The younger twin smirked while diverging a bludger. George followed you to the hoops and cheered you now when you scored, once again putting Gryffindor back in the lead.

The game went on and on for another hour and a half; both teams going back and forth with no sign of mercy.

Alicia and Katie were on a roll. Their technique was unmatched when it came to scoring double goals, you were lingering behind incase they needed you as a distraction or for a pass off but when Katie yet again scores for your team it is immediately known that the odds are once again in your favour.

*****

With the quaffle once again in your clutches and the hoops in your direct eyeline nothing was set to get in your way. Pucey was trailing behind you with taunts and smart ass comments trying to throw you off your game.

“C’mon y/n, you think that’s what it’s gonna take ta get rid of me?” You could barley hear him over the wind in your ears until he was right up beside you with Warrington now joining him on your left. You were cornered.

“now now boys, wouldn’t want to get in my way would you? it’s not gonna end well If you keep riding my tail like this” The ever prominent smirk on your face was matched with Lee’s voice playing over the microphone letting the crowd know of the current score.

The two boys stopped mid air after you flew away from them catching up with the twins.

“Malfoy’s idea to shake up the twins a bit. Let’s see if we an give them a scare and get one of their star chasers out of the way” Warrington’s eyes scanned the pitch and found his teammates equally malicious ones.

Adrian hesitated before getting Goyle’s attention. The younger beater flew over to his older teammates whilst simultaneously trying to focus on the important game at hand.

Adrian spoke harshly and hastily “Draco needs more time to catch the snitch. It’s time to do what we talked about.” Goyle understood immediately and got into position.

Unknowing of the plan the opposing team had been coming up with against yourself and your teammates you continued on as you would. Making plays, avoiding bludgers and scoring. Fred and George were doing their best against Goyle and Crabbe but it was becoming obvious that Fred was becoming angry and his plays and hits were getting sloppy. His usual cool, confident demeanour had disappeared and it seemed the Goyle was successfully riling up the older twin.

Your attention was now split between the game and the boy you fancied. Angelina could see this and ordered you and Alicia swap on the pitch, finally sending you off for a much needed break. Alicia had made it onto the pitch fine and was now in a solid position to help Angie and Katie in what would hopefully be the final play.

The wind had begun to pick up since the start of the game, blowing your robes and hair all over the place. You were too slow to notice the bludger flying at a great speed toward you with a weasley twin hot on it’s trail.

A head of flaming red hair came into your view and a string of cursed seemed to follow. Fred was now positioned completely in front of you, his bat held high after a hit.

“Can’t catch the snitch so you get your pathetic excuse of a team to do dirty work? Thats low, Malfoy.” Fred’s voice was booming and the anger basically seethed out of him, turning his face the same colour of his hair.

“Ya know, Malfoy if you didn’t spend so much time playing dirty and actually trained your team maybe you’d have a chance of beating Gryffindor” George cupped his mouth to make his voice echo all over the stands.

Your stomach bubbled with anger when Fred turned around to face you.

“Angelina would have my head on a platter if she knew I encouraged you to get back out there. Have a rest, let the girls take over. Georgie and I have a bone to pick with Malfoy and his minions and we wouldn’t want you getting in the way of that.” His tone was comforting as he lightly took your chin between his thumb and pointer finger before flying off while swinging his bat.

You watched bludgers intensely follow the Slytherin players from the players stands, the feeling of Fred’s hand still settling into your skin. He kept his word the remainder of the game. All the players, especially Warrington and Malfoy, got a fright once Fred left you in the stands and if it wasn’t for harry finally catching the snitch you’re certain he and his twin would’ve put the whole team in the hospital wing for at least a week.

*****

The game had finally ended after almost four hours of play. You were tired but proud of your team and their talent. Fred and George flew down to where you were now standing on the stands and gave you a big, sweaty, exhausted hug.

“You guys were amazing tonight! Slytherin didn’t see what hit them” you lazily joked, a lopsided smile now present on your face. George patted your head affectionately

“Yeah well if it wasn’t for Freddie over here you probably would be in the hospital wing right about now.” George elbowed his brother and gave you both the biggest smile he could muster before mounting his broom to fly to his dorm. “I’m off to have a shower and hit the hay, being the best beater in Hogwarts has it’s toll on a man’s body ya know” a light yawn came from the boy’s mouth before he flew into the stars, the only thing you could see where his robes fluttering behind him.

Fred’s right arm makes it’s way around your shoulders and you lean into his side while wrapping your arm around his waist

“I don’t think you will ever fully understand just how much you mean to me, Freddie” you spoke softly

“y/n you mean everything and more to me.” His tired gaze found it’s way to you “I told you i’d give those nutters a fright, didn’t I? was only returning the favour, really. Couldn’t let them misplace a hair on your head now could I?” He spoke a-matter-a-factly and your other arm wrapped around his middle, with him placing a delicate kiss to the top of your head

“we bleed red and gold, baby. I’m always gonna have your back, on and off the pitch; I’m in it for the long haul” your head tiredly cuddled into his chest

“In it for the long haul, ay? good ‘cause I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

#fred and george #fred weasley x reader #fred x reader #fred weasley #gryffindor #harry potter #harry potter fic #pegswrites

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Lockdown (Part 2)

Part 1 Archive Of Our Own

I got language help! Thanks to @fanderpau for helping me perfect the Spanish used in this story, for beta reading, and for general feedback!

Tags- Medical stuff, Vomiting, Driving, Quarantine, Arguing.

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One hour after quarantine

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The temperature in the protective suit Logan wore made sweat collect around his glasses, but it was a small price to pay to live. What had once been one of the private examination rooms with bright white lighting and lots of space for equipment and personnel was now an isolation chamber. Plastic clung to the doors in long strips. The makeshift decontamination chamber one of the nurses whipped up (whoever said nurses weren't as smart as doctors, they were blind to reality) consumed the outer side of the door. Staff had to cross through the chamber, stuffed with biohazard suits and water sprayers, just to get to the other side of the hall. The bright white lights were swapped for dull yellow. Rodrigues' bed was pushed into the corner of the room, body covered with a sheet. Another wall of plastic separated Rodrigues from Ms. Lakin, who sat in her own bed. She'd traded her street clothes for a hospital gown that seemed too big on her thin frame. A rolling table sat in front of her with a few pill bottles and vials of cream.

"I know your rash itches," Logan said, his thick gloves grabbing one of the vials. "But when it does, use this cream instead. Don't scratch it, whatever you do. You'll be able to take another of these oral antihistamines in six hours or so."

"Alright," Ms. Lakin stammered, taking the vial from Logan. "Are you sure I have this Peanut's disease? My aunt gets these chronic rash flareups once a month, maybe it's just that?"

"That's why we took your blood, Ms. Lakin," Logan sighed. "And it's called Pinto's, not Peanut's."

"I'm sorry," Ms. Lakin stammered, wringing her hands. "I get easily stressed, and I ramble when I'm stressed. At least, that's what my therapist back in Chicago says, but my uncle- not the one who had a heart attack, his husband- he says that's just my personality. It can get annoying, he says."

"Whatever way you find best relaxes you, you may do. As long as you don't itch your rash. Now, you've been given a call button that will alert someone if you need anything. The monitors we have attached you to will beep should your heart rate and blood pressure spike.”

”That’s a part of the disease, right?”

”That is correct. Do you require anything else?”

“Can I ask you something?”

”There’s nothing stopping you.”

”I...” Ms. Lakin glanced at Rodrigues’ body. “I know you’ve seen plenty of people like me asking you a lot of questions like these, but... am I going to be ok? Am I going to suffer?” Logan paused a moment before answering. Promises were a doctor’s curse. There were no promises to make in medicine. Patton would have immediately reassured the woman, but Logan was not his husband.

”We will do our best to prevent that,” Logan answered. He gave Ms. Lakin a nod and stomped out of the isolation room, thick boots sticking to the floor. He stepped out of the dull yellow light and back into the white lights of the ED. More suits hung on a makeshift coat hanger, really a broken IV pole that held more weight than it should. Next to the pole was a large yellow bucket, a janitor's bucket used to store mops. For Logan, it was his drain. He pulled the bucket out and stepped into it, big boots smashed against the side. He grabbed the nozzle of one of the water sprayers (for once, not makeshift- gifts from the CDC) and started spraying his suit. He couldn't afford a piece of dust from Ms. Lakin's rashes to cling to his suit and spread onto whoever crossed into the chamber next. The sweat on Logan's glasses faded away. The water pooled around his boots.

He turned off the sprayer and set it back with its partners. He stepped out of the bucket, water dripping onto the floor. One step at a time, he took off his suit. First the boots, then the gloves, and finally the suit itself. He put each piece back next to the makeshift coat hanger and stepped out of the chamber, the bucket of contaminated water in his hands.

Most of the staff stuck in the ED were busy in one of the bays, comforting nervous patients or checking on someone's condition who should have been transferred to another department half an hour ago. Others clung to the island of desks, scrolling through their computers and typing things down. Roman sat in a bay with two little kids and their parent. He spoke Spanish faster than Logan could understand the words. Nate leaned against the door to another observation room, where the Yakimovs and McCallums were still being kept for their disturbance earlier. Logan trudged across the ED and dumped the water in the nearest sink. He went back to the decontamination chamber and dropped off the bucket.

"Logan," someone called. Patton padded around the desks, gray cardigan flopping behind him like a cape. "How's Ms. Lakin?"

"Her rash has not progressed any farther," Logan stated. "I've given her some anti-itch cream."

"I'm afraid I don't have any good news," Patton sighed, motioning a hand at nothing. "The blood work just came back. It's Pinto's."

"That's not a surprise," Logan huffed, fixing the collar of his coat. "As I said, the symptoms described by Ms. Lakin of Mr. Rodrigues's behavior prior to crashing combined with the rash were cause for suspicion." After all, when was Logan wrong about something? "Is the CDC processing the cure?"

"Yeah, that's gonna be a problem," Joan suddenly appeared between Patton and Logan. Patton yelped, shoulders flying up like a frightened cat.

"Higgledy-piggledy, Joan!" Patton gasped, hand to his heart. "You scared me!"

"Sorry, Patton," Joan sighed. "But I just got done FaceTiming Thomas. It'll take a day and a half for the cure to be driven in from Phoenix."

"Dr. Stokes, I don't know if Ms. Lakin has that long to wait," Logan huffed. "Pinto's is a fast-acting disease. With the added variables of traffic and weather, the cure may not arrive at Sanders in time to help her."

"Can we make her comfortable, though?" Patton asked, voice drowning in pity. "Can we do anything to get the cure here faster?"

"Thomas is working on it," Joan sighed. "He's sending someone out for some medication to buy us time. Our job, for now, is to make sure more people don't get sick and treat those still in here."

"We need to let our patients know," Patton said, glancing around the ED. "They deserve answers." He didn't wait for a response- he hurried across the ED towards Roman and the family he chatted with. Patton tapped Roman's shoulder and jabbed a thumb towards Logan and Joan. Roman said something to the two kids and bowed, forearm against his chest. The two giggled and one gave Roman a curtsy while the other copied his bow. Patton took Roman's arm and pulled him towards Logan and Joan.

"We've got news?" Roman asked. Joan filled him in on the blood work results and the cure.

"You're our people person," Patton chuckled, giving Roman's forearm a gentle squeeze. "Could you explain things to everyone else?"

"And let's not give Nate any more work," Joan muttered. Roman hummed, glancing around the ED. Then he squared his jaw.

"I've got this," Roman declared. He spun around and marched into the center of the room. He waved his arms over his head. "Can I have everyone's attention, please?" The patients looked up from their phones. Visitors stood up and moved away from the bedsides of their loved ones, gathering around Roman. The doctors and nurses stood at attention. All eyes were on Roman. The director of public services cleared his throat.

"Can someone translate this into Spanish while I speak?" Roman announced, voice booming in the quiet ED. A Latina nurse stepped beside Roman. As he spoke, she spoke Spanish. "I know you've all been demanding answers for what's happening. Now, we finally have some. An hour ago, two patients came in from a car crash, one of them dying upon arrival. Both of these patients have a disease called Pinto's. This disease is airborne, so to protect the rest of the hospital, Dr. Logan Berry declared a quarantine on the Emergency Department." Voices spiked around the crowd, but Roman continued on. "The first two patients are the only ones who have the disease so far. The doctors ask everyone to keep an eye on their arms, shoulders, and chests. If you see a rash begin to form, flag someone down. It should only take a few hours before we know if anyone else is infected. Until quarantine is lifted, you'll all be well taken care of."

Demands rippled through the room. Nate pushed himself away from the door he guarded and eyed the crowd. The nurses spread through the ED, whispering calm words. They ushered visitors back to their loved ones. Doctors scurried like ants to their patients to give further detail. Logan moved next to Roman and gave him a nod of approval. The director of public services grinned.

"Logan, do you want me to help out with any patients?" Patton asked, walking in front of Logan and Roman.

"If someone requires assistance, feel free to aid them," Logan answered, fixing his glasses. Someone moved in the corner of his eye. The parent Roman had been speaking to earlier walked towards Roman. They had long black hair that puffed around their shoulders and wore a hospital gown.

"Señor Prince, mi niños están asustados," the parent sighed, looking down at Roman. Despite being younger than Roman (Logan assumed somewhere around twenty one), they towered over Roman. "No logro calmarlos. ¿Podrías hablar con ellos? Que te adoran.” Roman smiled. His chest puffed out a little like a paradise bird.

"Por supuesto, Señora Ceballos," Roman said. The mother smiled and walked back to her two children.

"Who was that, Roman?" Patton asked.

"The Ceballos family," Roman explained. "Señora Ceballos was here thanks to some bad food truck chicken. She and her kids don't speak a lick of English. They’re puertoriqueños, from Puerto Rico. Her kids, Augustin and Jordana, are a little freaked out."

"Aw, poor things!" Patton whined, hand to his heart. Patton, being Patton, padded towards the Ceballos family in Bay 9. Roman hurried after him. Logan's eyes followed them, but halted at Bay 10. Milena Yakimov watched the ED with clear eyes, unburdened by the haze of her accident. Her bob cut hair was a rat's nest against her bed. Logan would need to talk to her.

When Roman and Patton approached the Ceballos, the two children, Augustin and Jordana, sat on the floor. They faced one another, whispering. The one facing out glanced up and saw Roman.

”¡Jordana, El Príncipe!” The child, who must have been Augustin, gasped. Jordana scrambled up and stared into Roman’s eyes.

“That is such a cute name!” Patton giggled. “Too bad I don’t know what that means.”

”¡Hola, Senorita Jordana!” Roman declared, bowing. Jordana gave him her best curtsy. “¡Tu y Augustin están siendo muy valientes!"

"¿Valientes?" Jordana scoffed. "Augustin casi lloró."

"¡Mentira!" Augustin huffed, standing up.

"Está bien, está bien," Roman chuckled. "El miedo es bueno."

"¿Pero... no es peligroso el Pinto?" Augustin asked. He tugged on the edge of his Disney World t-shirt, fingers digging into the seams. "¿Mamá está en peligro? ¿Jordana está en peligro? ¿Yo estoy en peligro? El estómago de Mamá está mal, ¡ella se enfermará!"

"Respira, Augustin," Roman muttered, crouching to the boy's level. "Respira. Los medicos ayudarán a tu madre." Roman rubbed his chin and hummed to himself. "Te gusta Disney?" Augustin looked at his shirt, like he just realized what the logo was. He nodded. Roman turned to Patton and grinned.

"Patton, I need a tray, some water, and a few things from the vending machines," Roman declared, dramatically pointing at Patton. "Candy, chips, whatever!" Patton smiled and saluted Roman like a soldier. Roman looked back to Augustin and Jordana and said "Un momento, por favor." Roman and Patton scurried off, leaving Augustin and Jordana sharing confused glances. Logan ignored the antics of his friend and husband and moved into Bay 10.

"Hello there, Ms. Yakimov," Logan said. Milena squirmed in her bed, eyes burrowing into Logan. "My name is Dr. Berry. Do you remember arriving here?"

"Uh..." Milena groaned, blinking slowly. "I think so. The car... Jessie?"

"Ms. McCallum is recovering as well," Logan sighed. "What else do you remember?" Logan grabbed a small flashlight from the various pieces of equipment in the bay. "Follow the light, please." Logan shined the light into Milena's eyes. She winced, squinting into the flashlight.

"My parents came here with me," Milena groaned. She sighed and lifted a shaking hand to gently facepalm herself. "Did Mom punch someone?"

"Your parents got into a brief altercation with the parents of Ms. McCallum," Logan sighed, putting down the flashlight. "I believe you have a concussion. However, under quarantine, we won't be able to confirm that with a CT scan."

"I think I remember the quarantine thing," Milena muttered. "I heard the dude's speech. I'm sorry about my parents. They've been fighting with the McCallums since we moved to Miami. Classic white suburban families. It's like The Burbs, but with less murder and more mowing privileges."

"Mowing privileges..." Logan muttered, squinting his eyes as he dove into his mind, trying to understand what mowing privileges were. He sighed and did a quick mental reset. "In the crash, you gained a fracture on your left tibia and a stable fracture on the right side of your pelvis. Some of the muscles in your back were torn as well. We've set your leg, and in regards to your back and pelvis, you'll simply require bed rest to allow your body to heal."

"How much trouble did my parents get into this time?" Milena asked. The hand by her face traced down her body, towards her broken leg.

"This time?" Logan asked, cocking an eyebrow. "This is not the first incident of physical violence your parents have shone?"

"Most of the time, it's passive-aggressive nonsense," Milena muttered. "Don't misunderstand what I'm saying, they're good parents, they just hate the McCallums. One day it's a few snide comments about Mr. McCallum's garden, another day they'll offer Jessie something like they don't think her parents can provide it. The McCallums act the same. That's, that's why I was in Jessie's truck, you see. My car was stuck in my faulty garage, and I needed to get to my tennis match. Me and Jessie are on the same team, so the McCallums suggested Jessie drive me there. Dad's face was tomato red, it was..." Milena chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Actually a little funny that time. But yeah, sometimes everything boils up and things get a bit out of control. Let's just say Mrs. McCallum's banned from attending Speech and Debate meetings."

"Fascinating," Logan mumbled. The soft breeze of someone racing past whisked up the tail of Logan's coat. Roman carried a metal tray under his arm. He set it down on the desks. Patton held something in his arms, covered by his cardigan. He dumped whatever he held onto the tray. As the two whispered, Augustin padded out of Bay 9, watching. He leaned back and grabbed Jordana's hand, pulling her out. Roman spun around and clapped his hands. The two children jumped slightly, eyes glancing around him to see what he had.

"Ma chère mademoiselle," Roman declared, waving a hand over his head flamboyantly. "Con gran orgullo para todos y un enorme placer te damos la bienvenida. Y ahora te invitamos a relajarte, a ponerte cómoda en tu silla, pues el comedor se representar..." Even though Logan didn't understand what Roman said, he had a vague idea what he was going to do. But did he have to do it in his ED? Roman turned back around and whispered to Patton "Follow my lead." Roman turned back around. He balanced the metal tray on one hand. A small stack of candy bars, a bag of chips, and a package of donuts sat on the tray.

"Nuestro..." Roman sang softly, crouching down to Jordana and Augustin's levels. "Huésped, sea usted, venga el servicio a probar. Una servilleta así, chérie, y yo hago lo demás." Augustin's face lit up, a giant smile spreading on his face. Señora Cebolla, who sat on the bed in Bay 9, leaned forward and watched Roman, smiling softly. Augustin tugged on his sister's sleeve like she wasn't equally fascinated by Roman's childishness.

"Soup du jour, buen hors d'oeuvres, nuestra vida es atender," Roman sang. He took the bag of chips and ripped them open with dramatic flair. He handed the bag to Jordana. "Pruebe usted que maravilla. ¿No me cree? ¡Pregunte a la vajilla!" Roman waved a hand towards Patton. Patton smiled and waved his arms around like a cartoon character running in place. Jordana laughed, taking a handful of chips. "A cantar, a bailar, está es Francia, no olvidar, ¡la comida aquí es primero ya se ve!" Roman set the tray at the children's feet. He took Jordana's hand and let her spin around. "Consulte su menú, escoja su ambigú, y pida usted nuestro huésped sea usted."

"We are in here for an hour and he's already begun singing Disney songs," Logan muttered, glancing at Milena, who looked equally as confused as he was. "I would have thought madness would need more time to take hold."

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"I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!" Emile sang along to his playlist flowing out of the van speakers. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. For a man driving to save his friends, he was surprisingly relaxed. He'd changed into a Steven Universe t-shirt before he and Virgil had hopped into the van. Not wanting to wear scrubs in a strange van for ten hours, Virgil copied Emile. He'd grabbed his homemade black hoodie with the stitched on plaid purple patches from his mom's favorite shirt and an old Panic! At the Disco shirt. He still wore his Crocs, though. The theme song ended, and for a moment Virgil's ears were spared. Then a Phineas and Ferb song started playing. Worse yet, it was a rap about squirrels. Virgil bit back a groan when Emile started rapping along. Any other day Virgil would have tolerated it, maybe even enjoyed the music. Today was not that day.

The off-tan interior of the white hospital van smelled like disinfectant. The rough seat carpet belonged in the 1970's. A similarly carpeted wall blocked Virgil and Emile from the back of the van. Virgil had glanced back there before they took off- it was a mini observation room, with counters attached to the walls and a hanging light above a bed screwed into the floor. Everything was at least a few years old and in need of an update, but it served its purpose for now- get Virgil and Emile to Atlanta and get the stupid medication. A cheesy Hawaiian bobblehead sat on the car mantel, dancing along to the Phineas and Ferb song. Virgil leaned against the shotgun door and pressed his head against the warm glass.

The slow traffic in the lane to the right of Emile and Virgil blocked Virgil's view of the flooded land beside the highway. Storm clouds blocked the arrival of dusk, rain sprinkling onto the road. License plates from all across the southern U.S joined the van on its journey. The rumble of the road underneath flowed through Virgil. The van's tall shadow danced over trucks and sedans and Chevys.

"What does the GPS say for time, Virgil?" Emile asked, glancing at the nurse. Virgil grabbed Emile's phone, plugged into the speakers of the car through a strange mixture of wires and adaptors. Emile's phone cover was tan with the Bill Cipher wheel on the back. Virgil opened the phone and pulled up the GPS.

"We've still got nine hours to go," Virgil muttered. "And that's with good traffic." Virgil plopped the phone back down. He took out his own phone and started scrolling through Tumblr. It was probably a mistake to follow news threads on that site. A dozen different posts about the Sanders Hospital ED quarantine filled his screen. Questions, theories, reports, even a few memes flowed through his feed. Virgil frowned and stuffed his phone back into his hoodie. The squirrel rap ended, only to be replaced with a sci-fi sounding song Virgil didn't recognize. He chewed on his lip. Nine hours to worry about Patton, Roman, Logan, Joan, Nate, and everyone else stuck in the ED. He'd barely been able to focus over the hour it took for the blood tests to come back positive. It didn't help that what work he managed to complete was comforting nervous patients confused over the quarantine alarm.

"So if you see him you might be in for a big surprise," Emile sang softly, head bobbing to the beat. He suddenly stopped singing and let out a small gasp. Virgil straightened up, eyes darting to the road in front of them. Did Emile see something? Was there an accident? "I could dress up Ben as Ben 10 for Halloween! That would be adorable!" Virgil could almost see Emile's pupils turn star-shaped. Virgil sighed and settled back against the door, glaring at Emile.

"How are you so peppy right now?" Virgil muttered.

"Did you say something, Virgil?" Emile asked, not taking his eyes off the road. Virgil bit his lip again, but then let out a huff.

"How can you listen to cartoons at a time like this?" Virgil huffed, leaning against the back of his seat.

"I drive better with music," Emile admitted with a shrug. "Cartoons are kinda all I have on there."

"I mean, how are you not worried?" Virgil huffed. "You're singing along to Phineas and Ferb, thinking about costumes for the psych ward service dog, you're so relaxed. I don't get you, Doc. Our friends could die if we don't get to Atlanta in time. Pinto's is deadly. Those idiotic people in Phoenix refuse to put the cure on a plane. People are counting on us. If quarantine fails, we could have an epidemic on our hands! How are you calm?"

"Well," Emile sighed, slowing down enough to allow a minivan to slide into their lane. "There's nothing we can do about the quarantine except drive. It's gonna take a while to get there. Worrying all that way will only wear us out."

"There's so much that could go wrong if we mess up," Virgil muttered, one hand in his pocket digging into the semi-soft protective cover of his phone. "How am I supposed to not stress out?"

"Are you asking Emile your friend," Emile said. "Or Dr. Picani the therapist?"

"Whoever can answer my question," Virgil grumbled, glancing over the roof of the minivan in front of them. An old part of Virgil groaned inside of him. Are you really being vulnerable? That's not safe- people manipulate the vulnerable. He didn't teach you anything, did he? Virgil shoved those old thoughts down. Even after all his growth, those thoughts still occasionally popped up.

"Can you pause the music?" Emile asked. Virgil obeyed and reopened Emile's phone, pausing his music in the middle of yet another Phineas and Ferb song. "Do you remember that one episode of Ben 10-"

"Hold on," Virgil interrupted. "I've heard about the show but I never got around to watching it. It's the one with the watch that turns the kid into aliens, right?"

"Right!" Emile chirped. "Basically, Ben Tennyson is on a summer road trip with his Grandpa Max and cousin Gwen. He sneaks away one night and finds a mysterious green watch that attaches itself to his wrist. With the watch, Ben can turn into ten different aliens, though he gets more forms as the show goes on. He gets to live out the ten-year-olds classic dream of being a superhero. With Gwen and his grandpa helping him out, Ben fights alien and human threats and learns how to use his power wisely and selflessly. While Ben does his best to enjoy his summer and be a kid, there are a lot of people after him. His watch, the Omnitrix, is incredibly powerful, and could hurt a lot of people in the wrong hands. And considering it can't come off his arm..." Emile lifted a hand and karate chopped his other arm.

"Ouch," Virgil muttered.

"Yeah, ouch is an understatement," Emile chuckled. "Now throughout the show, Ben acts like the stereotypical ten-year-old boy- selfish, prideful, all of that. But one of his defining traits is his desire to help others and keep his family safe. Even when his selfishness gets him into trouble, that desire overrules everything and makes him a good hero. It also causes him a lot of stress. It's a lot for a ten-year-old to handle! Everything he does reflects onto Gwen and his grandpa. In one episode, Grandpa Max helps Ben dodge an attack, but gets hurt in the process."

"Was he ok?" Virgil asked.

"He has to go to the hospital," Emile admitted. "Ben feels like he's to blame for the danger his family is in and feels like he isn't doing enough to protect them. He stresses himself out enough that he tries to run away from Gwen and Grandpa Max so they wouldn't get involved in the danger he was in. As the series goes on, though, Ben becomes better at managing his stress and not letting himself overthink things. Sure there are aliens roaming over his head that want to chop his arm off, and that's a stressful thought, but Ben can't control that. He's stuck with the Omnitrix, like how everyone's stuck in the ED. All he can do is focus on the current bad guy he needs to fight and whoever he needs to save."

"So I'm Ben in this analogy?" Virgil asked.

"Yes!" Emile exclaimed. "It's not perfect by any means, but no analogy ever is. It's like I tell my patients, relating your experiences to a fictional character can help you better understand them. It gives you a place to analyze what's going on without personal attachment. The bad guy we're focusing on is the medication down in Atlanta. Since all we can control is getting there, I say enjoy the ride!" Emile leaned back and rolled down his window, letting the rain spitting down plop into the van. Virgil put both hands in his pockets and leaned against the door. It wasn't a shock to him that Emile was such a good therapist. Even if Virgil still wondered if a rash was appearing on Patton's arms, it didn't seem as urgent as before.

"Thanks, Doc," Virgil sighed as the wind rushed into the van.

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"There are a million things I could have done with my time," Joan muttered, staring at the door. "I could have done that oncology consult. I could have emailed back that old patient of mine who wanted me to come to his AA meeting. But no, I came down here to handle a PTA fight."

"Welcome to a day in the life of Nate Christopoulos," Nate snorted, leaning against the door hinges. "Holding back violent patients and more violent parents."

"How long've they been in there?" Roman asked. He stood next to Joan with crossed arms, just as thrilled as they were about the whole mess.

"A few hours by now, I think," Nate muttered. "But hey, that's what happens when you break someone's nose."

"They're oddly quiet," Roman muttered. "Like a toddler out of sight."

"Yeah, that's cause I told 'em if they picked another fight with each other I'd handcuff them to the furniture," Nate chuckled. "They've severely misjudged the number of handcuffs I have." Nate turned to the door and grabbed the doorknob. He glanced over his shoulder at Joan and Roman. "Good luck." Nate pulled the door open and Joan and Roman trudged inside.

This examination room was one of the smaller ones, but the Yakimovs and McCallums somehow made the room feel split in half. The McCallums stood beside the door, attention already on Roman and Joan. The couple could have easily claimed to be twins- they both had thick heads of curly ginger hair and slender builds. Even the laugh lines on their faces were similar. Mr. McCallum held an ice pack to his stomach. The Yakimovs stood beside the cupboards on the other side of the room, deep in conversation. Mr. Yakimov reminded Roman of a humanized Scar- matted black hair, sharp cheekbones, lean muscle. But where Mr. Yakimov was Scar, Mrs. Yakimov was Nala- sandy blonde hair that fell to her chest, youthful green eyes, and an Olympic volleyball player's build. Based on her arms alone, Roman wasn't surprised Mr. McCallum's stomach still hurt. The Yakimovs looked up when Joan shut the door.

"I really hope you all understand just how inappropriate you were," Joan huffed, crossing their arms.

"On behalf of my husband and I, I am very sorry for our behavior," Mrs. McCallum sighed. She walked up to Joan and Roman and shook both their hands. "You must be Dr. Stokes and..."

"Roman Prince," Roman said, giving a little bow. "And I believe Mr. Christopoulos is the one you should be apologizing to."

"Oh my, has his eye gotten any better?" Mrs. McCallum huffed, glancing at the door. "I was aiming for Mrs. Yakimov."

"You shouldn't have been aiming for anyone," Joan snapped. They looked around the room. "What were you thinking, fighting in our ED?"

"Things got a little heated today," Mr. Yakimov sighed. "Do either of you have children?" Joan and Roman shook their heads. "Then it may be difficult to imagine how angry you get when someone puts your child in danger."

"Jessie did not cause that accident," Mr. McCallum hissed.

"She was the one driving, wasn't she?" Mr. Yakimov huffed.

"Alright, crabby pants," Roman huffed. "You'll get to see your daughters when we clear these murky waters of war between you."

"How is Milena?" Mrs. Yakimov asked.

"She's doing alright," Joan sighed. "Listen, your fight broke the nose of one of our residents, Dr. Kylie Crown. She's thinking about pressing charges. Now she may reconsider if you all apologize to her and are willing to pay for any costs involved in fixing her nose."

"Of course," Mr. Yakimov sighed, rubbing his bruised knuckles. Mr. McCallum nodded solemnly. Roman padded around Joan and Mrs. McCallum and plopped down on the unoccupied bed in the center of the room.

"So Dr. Berry said that Milena said this has happened before," Roman huffed. "At this point, I don't think it's an issue we can ignore."

"That's just how it is between us," Mrs. Yakimov grunted. "We've never gotten along on anything."

"Well, your husband and Mr. McCallum just agreed to pay for Dr. Crown's nose," Roman pointed out, pointing at the two men. "That's something." The two men locked eyes.

"It's not as though we didn't wish things were better," Mrs. Yakimov huffed. "But from the day we arrived, the McCallums always found something to nit-pick us about. Parenting choices, garden decor, there's always something wrong with us. They even blame us for our garage breaking."

"We wouldn't even be in this situation if you took better care of your garage, Kate," Mrs. McCallum sighed. "And I'd thank you not to talk about us as though we aren't in the room."

"Don't forget who drove into the intersection, Marylin," Mrs. Yakimov snapped. "You offered Milena a spot in Jessie's car."

"I don't like what you're implying," Mrs. McCallum growled.

"What did we just say?" Roman huffed, waving his arms in the air. "No fighting!"

"Your relationships with one another should have never gotten bad enough to reach this point," Joan grunted. "How long have you known each other?"

"Kate and I have known the McCallums since Milena was seven," Mr. Yakimov explained.

"That's a decade of fighting between you," Joan huffed. "This can't be good for your daughters."

"We stay peaceful when they're around," Mrs. Yakimov stammered.

"Well that's clearly not true," Roman muttered. "Since you literally just punched each other in front of Milena and Jessie. What kid wants to see their parents like that?" For once, the couples didn't have an answer ready.

"Sanders has some group therapy sessions available," Joan sighed, rubbing the bridge of their nose. "It might be best for everyone if you attend a few sessions together." The McCallums glanced at the Yakimovs, both making eye contact for a few moments before looking away. "You all have tempers that get the better of you. No one wants that to reflect on Milena and Jessie.”

"We'd never do anything to hurt Jessie," Mr. McCallum grunted.

"Then prove it," Joan huffed. "Dr. Crown'll come in here soon to discuss potential charges and payment. I want all of you to come to some sort of agreement to keep the peace before I feel remotely comfortable letting you roam the ED. If I get another incident like that again, as soon as quarantine is lifted, I won't hesitate to have Mr. Christopoulos escort you all to jail. We're arranging dinner to be moved through the quarantine for everyone soon." With that, Joan opened the door and stalked out of the room. Roman hopped off the bed and scurried after them.

"Glad to see neither of you got punched," Nate scoffed, pushing the door closed once Roman slipped out. Roman stuck his hands into the pockets of his letter jacket.

"If they weren't around each other, I'd say they were remorseful for the fight," Roman muttered. He walked beside Joan as they padded around the ED, eyes glazing over the beds.

"We've got enough to do without worrying about those four," Joan grumbled. They walked past Bay 9, where Augustin chatted with Señora Cebolla, sitting beside her on the bed. Roman waved as he walked by.

"You know, since we're in here for a while," Roman said. "I've been meaning to ask you about this little theater idea I had." Before Roman could explain, someone started gagging. Roman and Joan shared a glance. They followed the gagging past Bay 10, where Milena looked up from her phone (which wasn't damaged in the crash, through some miracle). In Bay 11, Jessie McCallum was awake, long ginger curls puffing up around her like a mane. Her right arm was in a purple cast and bandages wrapped around her neck. She was also rolled onto her good arm, vomiting over the side of her bed. Joan cussed and rushed to Jessie's side.

"Oh, uh," Roman stammered, looking around. "Can we get a nurse over here, please?" Joan grabbed a nearby trash bin and held it under Jessie's face. The teen dry-heaved a bit, but all that came out now was spit.

"There you go, there you go," Joan muttered, patting Jessie's back.

"Is something wrong with Jessie?" Milena asked through the curtain separating the bays.

"My stomach hurts," Jessie groaned. Her left arm shook as she tried to push herself up. A nurse whooshed past Roman and gently grabbed Jessie. He and Joan helped her lay back onto the bed, keeping her on her side.

"This a new pain, hon?" the nurse asked, his voice soft as he moved the hair away from Jessie's mouth.

"I felt like this this morning," Jessie groaned. "I thought it was just bad cramps." Jessie's forehead glistened in the white ED light. It didn't take a medical degree to tell she had a fever.

"Jessie, I'm going to push on your stomach," Joan said. "Roman, grab me the gloves behind the desk." Roman snapped to attention and dove over the desk, grabbing the box of blue gloves and handing a pair to Joan. "I need you to tell me if you feel pain, and where." Jessie nodded, closing her eyes tight and gritting her teeth. Joan slipped on the rubber gloves. They moved Jessie's hospital gown to reveal her stomach. Their fingers pressed against her left side.

"Ow, yeah, that hurts, right side," Jessie gasped, her good hand gripping her bedsheets. Joan frowned slightly.

"Jessie?" Milena called again.

"Nurse Fleming, could you find an ultrasound machine?" Joan asked, looking up at the nurse. He nodded and hurried away. Roman glanced over at Bay 10. Milena leaned forward as far as she could with her injuries, trying to see what was going on. "Jessie, can you describe your pain to me? Give me some details."

"I," Jessie sighed, shaking as she tried to sit up. "I started hurting after breakfast, but I just thought it was my cramps again, so I took a Midol, but it didn't go away. It kept growing, but I needed to get to tennis..." Nurse Fleming wheeled a contraption past Roman into the bay.

"Jessie, Nurse Fleming is going to rub some gel on the right side of your stomach and get an ultrasound of you," Joan explained, glancing up at Nurse Fleming as they talked. He gave Joan a quick nod. He grabbed a tube and rubbed a clear gel against Jessie's stomach. He then pressed a rod with a round end against the gel and turned on the machine he brought with. As he moved the rod over Jessie's stomach, a hazy black and white image that Roman barely understood popped onto the machine's screen.

"Jessie," Joan said, eyes scanning the screen. "We'll run this image by radiology to make sure, but I believe you have appendicitis."

"What?" Jessie stammered.

"It's ok," Joan stammered, holding out their hands like they were calming a bull. "It's treatable. I promise." A few more nurses rushed around Roman. One started mopping up the vomit while others took Joan's spot, whispering gentle words to Jessie. Roman would never understand the strange secret language of the nurses. Joan squeezed out of the bay and to Roman's side.

"Appendicitis, is that the one you remove the appendix for?" Roman whispered, glancing at the crowded Bay 11.

"Yeah," Joan huffed, fingering the beanie in their pocket. "From the ultrasound, I don't think that appendix will stay whole until morning. Removing it is the safest bet. That is, if we weren't currently quarantined in the ED, which doesn't have enough supplies to do a safe organ removal."

"Oh," Roman said, hands clenching in his pockets.

"Yeah," Joan huffed. They grabbed Roman's arm and tugged him across the ED. "Oh."

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hermannsthumb · 5 years

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this weekend i couldn’t stop thinking abt that one dumb newt/herm college au ficlet i posted in like august so instead of writing an essay on pride and prejudice tonight i wrote a part two of it instead. enjoy, if you want.

Newton is far too eager when he answers the door, pulling Hermann in for a hug, asking him how the walk over was, even trying to sneak a little kiss. Hermann does end up allowing the kiss. “I’m only here to copy the lab notes,” Hermann reminds him, and Newton mm-hmms noncommittally and ushers Hermann inside.

“Newton,” Hermann says warningly, as the door is shut behind him and he ends up crowded against it with an eager, freckled face pressed up against his own. He prods at Newton’s shin with the end of his cane. “Only the lab notes.”

“You’re no fun,” Newton says, but he backs off graciously. He’s in sweatpants and a t-shirt that says Dad Bod in large block letters, his multicolored flora and sea creature tattoos on full display. “Okay, fine, grumpy, get comfy and I’ll grab them. You want tea?”

“No,” Hermann says, but Newton grabs a mug from his kitchen counter and presses it into Hermann’s free hand. He’s already made him a cup. The way Hermann likes, too. “Oh, fine,” Hermann says, following Newton’s advice to get comfy and slipping off his rain-damp oxfords. “But nothing else.”

“Uh-huh,” Newton says, distracted. He’s flipping through an impressively large collection of takeaway menus. “What are you in the mood for? Pizza?”

“I have homework,” Hermann says.

Newton holds up one menu. “Chinese?”

Hermann glares.

“I’ll paaaaay,” Newton says, waving it.

Hermann falters for only a minute, and that’s all the window Newton needs. He smiles. “Chinese it is!” he exclaims. He tosses the other menus into a drawer and pulls his phone out of his pocket. “Seriously dude, get comfy.” Hermann casts a glance around the room. He’s never been to Newton’s dorm before. There’s a small futon stained with what looks like coffee in several spots, a ratty-looking recliner, a coffee table covered in old mugs and guitar picks and stacks of bent biology and engineering textbooks. “I cleaned up for you,” Newton says.

“Ah,” Hermann says, looking at bowl of completely dry and shriveled ramen noodles laying on its side under the recliner.

“I mean I cleaned my bedroom,” Newton corrects, and waggles his eyebrows.

“Lab notes,” Hermann says, setting his mug on the coffee table and swapping his cane between his hands so he can shrug off his parka, “and dinner. That’s it, Newton, so help me.”

“Uh-huh,” Newton repeats, grinning.

“I bought beer, too,” Newton says, kissing up Hermann’s neck, his stubble scratching Hermann’s skin in a not-unpleasant way, “if you want it, I mean.”

“The tea was perfect,” Hermann says. “Shut up and take off your shirt.”

Newton sits up, straddling Hermann’s thighs, yanks his t-shirt off over his head and tosses it over his shoulder. It lands on top of his alarm clock. He pats at his flabby, inked abdomen like he’s playing a drum. “You insanely turned on right now or what?”

Hermann is, maybe, turned on. He grips Newton’s forearms and tugs him back down to kiss him, and hears their lab books fall from Newton’s bed to the carpet below, next to the remnants of their cold rice and even colder vegetable lo mein. There’s what sounds like a fortune cookie smashing under the weight. Newton laughs into his mouth. “Whoops.”

Hermann eyes up the lab books and sighs, as Newton attempts to worry a hickey just above his collarbone. “I really do need to copy those notes, Newton.”

“You’re killing my ego,” Newton whines, but he rolls off Hermann.

Hermann kisses the tip of his nose. (Newton beams.) “Good,” he says, and sits up against Newton’s body pillow. Newton hops to the floor to gather up their notes, and Hermann finally takes in the rest of Newton’s room. He has a few wrinkled and torn posters--The X-Files, Godzilla, something Hermann doesn’t recognize--as well as art prints Hermann assumes he bought as comic cons tacked up on the walls, a record player, a lava lamp, a shriveled collection of plants on his windowsill, comic books half-hidden under piles of laundry. He also has several Polaroids of them together (Newton’s arm around his shoulder, Newton kissing his cheek, Hermann kissing Newton’s cheek, a blurry Hermann shouting at Newton about something) hanging on a string above his desk. Hermann likes those the best.

“Here,” Newton says, tossing the notebooks at Hermann, who catches them. And then, with a little ha!, Newton’s suddenly pulling his guitar out from under his bed. “Here it is!” he says.

“You lost your guitar?”

“Nope,” Newt says, sitting back on his heels. “I mean, yes, but it’s not lost anymore!” He strums it a few times, tuning it, and then pulls the rainbow strap over his head. He’s still shirtless. “Did I tell you I wrote a song for you?”

Hermann shakes his head, smiling a little. “Another one?”

“I was gonna sing it at that thing last month,” Newton says, the vague thing being an open mic night not unlike the one they met at, but at the campus coffee house rather than the student union, “but, you know.” Newton’s three-man band, tragically, broke up thirty minutes before they were due to go on when his bass guitarist and drummer staged a mutiny on account of being tired of only performing songs about Newt’s boyfriend and not covers of preexisting like they used to.

(“I can’t help that you’re my muse!” Newton told Hermann later that night as they ate cold pizza at the campus dining hall.)

Before Hermann can politely decline--he’s very fond of his short, odd, brilliant boyfriend, but as skilled a guitarist as Newton is, his original songs tend to be more like ballads and can last well beyond eight minutes and Hermann really needs those lab notes--Newton’s broken into song, eyes shut in concentration as he goes on about bowlcuts and English exchange students and holding hands under lab tables.

Hermann applauds politely when Newton’s done.

“Thank you,” Hermann says. “It’s very nice. I love it.”

“Did you really?” Newton says, beaming again.

Hermann nods. Newton tosses his guitar aside and stands up only to flop next to Hermann on the twin bed. They barely fit side-by-side in it. “Wanna spend the night?” he says, still beaming, his thick glasses askew. “We can watch Star Trek on my laptop and make out some more.”

Hermann has an essay on Wuthering Heights due for his English gen ed course tomorrow that still needs a conclusion paragraph, but the walk back to his dorm is long and it’s raining and Newton’s sneaking a strong, warm arm around his waist. “I’ll stay a little while longer,” Hermann concedes, and Newton hums contentedly and begins to wriggle a hand up the hem of Hermann’s oversized sweater. “But only a little while. I mean it.”

Hermann spends the night.

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sarahmcmenomy · 5 years

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Tarot Reflections Playlist

I’ve been working on this for longer than I should probably admit, but I finally finished my complete Tarot Playlist! I’ve chosen one song for each card of the 78-card RWS Tarot deck. In the spirit of the little white book, I have excerpted a line or two from each song to justify its association with its chosen card. Each suit has its own musical themes, and some of the songs were chosen to invoke the elemental association of the suit. The Court Cards get their own playlist because it can double as an astrological playlist. There are also a few sillier songs picked primarily for humor value (though hopefully still in keeping with the theme of the song). What follows is a complete index, so you can easily listen to whichever parts of the playlist you want to or browse the whole thing.

Entire Playlist

Major Arcana

Wands

Cups

Swords

Pentacles

Court Cards

Major Arcana

0. The Fool: “The Wanderer” by U2, The Edge, and Johnny Cash

“I went out there in search of experience, to taste and to touch and to feel as much as a man can before he repents.”

1. The Magician: “I am the Mercury” by Jimmie Spheeris

“For I am the mercury, the light of the morning, looking for shelter in this thunder and this rain. And you, like some windmill, weave light where it's storming, and love, like a potion for the hunger and the pain. Let it rain...”

2. The High Priestess: “Witch” by The Bird and the Bee

“Yes, I am a carnival, a house of mirrors... and I will con you. And all my tricks and all my magic will keep you dizzy with desire...”

3. The Empress: “Suddenly I See” by KT Tunstall

“Her face is a map of the world, is a map of the world... You can see she's a beautiful girl, she's a beautiful girl... And everything around her is a silver pool of light; The people who surround her feel the benefit of it... It makes you calm.”

4. The Emperor: “Viva la Vida” by Coldplay

“I used to rule the world; seas would rise when I gave the word. Now in the morning, I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own. I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes, listen as the crowd would sing... Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!“

5. The Hierophant: “The Gambler” by Kenny Rogers

“He said, ‘Son, I've made a life out of readin’ people's faces, knowin’ what the cards were by the way they held their eyes. So if you don't mind me sayin’, I can see you’re out of aces. For a taste of your whiskey, I’ll give you some advice.’”

6. The Lovers: “Dance Me to the End of Love” by Leonard Cohen

“Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on; dance me very tenderly and dance me very long. We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above... dance me to the end of love.”

7. The Chariot: “Don’t Stop Me Now” by Queen

“I'm a shooting star, leaping through the sky! Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity. I'm a racing car, passing by like Lady Godiva, I'm gonna go, go, go! There's no stopping me!”

8. Strength: “Roar” by Katy Perry

“I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire, 'cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar, louder, louder than a lion, 'cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar!”

9. The Hermit: “Building a Mystery” by Sarah McLachlan

“You live in a church where you sleep with voodoo dolls, and you won't give up the search for the ghosts in the halls... You wear sandals in the snow, and a smile that won't wash away. Can you look out the window without your shadow getting in the way?”

10. The Wheel of Fortune: “Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is a Season)” by the Byrds

“To everything (turn, turn, turn) there is a season (turn, turn, turn) and a time to every purpose, under heaven...”

11. Justice: “Botched Execution” by Shovels and Rope

“I gotta find a friend, someone to tell I didn't do it, but my picture's in the paper and there's no way that I can prove it... and the body's in the closet 'cause I never got to move it... Now the neighbor's kids are talking sayin' everybody knew it... All my little seeds have grown... Sooner, later, come back home...”

12. The Hanged Man: “Philosophy” by Ben Folds Five

“Won't you look up at the skyline, at the mortar, block, and glass, and check out the reflections in my eyes. See they always used to be there, even when this all was grass, and I sang and danced about a high-rise. And you were laughing at my helmet hat... Laughing at my torch...”

13. Death: “End of the Line” by The Traveling Wilburys

“Well it's all right, even when push comes to shove. Well it's all right, if you got someone to love. Well it's all right, everything'll work out fine. Well it's all right, we're going to the end of the line.”

14. Temperance: “Under Pressure” by Queen

“Turned away from it all like a blind man. Sat on a fence, but it don't work. Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn... Why, why, why? Love, love, love, love, love... Insanity laughs, under pressure we're breaking.”

15. The Devil: “Sympathy for the Devil” by the Rolling Stones

“Just as every cop is a criminal, and all the sinners saints, as heads is tails... Just call me Lucifer, 'cause I'm in need of some restraint.”

16. The Tower: “The Beginning Is The End Is The Beginning” by the Smashing Pumpkins

“The sewers belch me up; the heavens spit me out. From Ether's tragic I am born again, and now I'm with you now, inside your world of wow, to move in desires made of deadly pretense, ‘til the end times begin.”

17. The Star: “You Gotta Be” by Des’ree

“Listen as your day unfolds, challenge what the future holds. Try and keep your head up to the sky.”

18. The Moon: “Hope Eyrie” by Leslie Fish

“But we who feel the weight of the wheel, when winter falls over our world, can hope for tomorrow and raise our eyes to a silver moon in the open skies and a single flag unfurled. For the Eagle has landed; tell your children when. Time won't drive us down to dust again.”

19. The Sun: “Sunshine of Your Love” by Cream

“I'm with you my love, the light's shining through on you. Yes, I'm with you my love, it's the morning and just we two. I'll stay with you darling now, I'll stay with you till my seas are dried up... I've been waiting so long, to be where I'm going, in the sunshine of your love.”

20. Judgement: “Ring the Bells” by James

“Ring, ring the bells! Wake the town! Everyone is sleeping. Shout at the crowd! Wake them up! This anger's deeper than sleep! Got to keep awake to what is happening, I can't see a thing through my ambition, I no longer feel my God is watching over me. Got to tell the world we've all been dreaming, this is not the end, a new beginning... I no longer feel my God is watching over me.”

21. The World: “What a Wonderful World” by Louis Armstrong

“The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky, are also on the faces of people going by. I see friends shaking hands, saying, ‘how do you do.’ They're really saying, ‘I love you.’ I hear babies crying, I watch them grow... they'll learn much more than I'll ever know. And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.”

Wands

1. The Ace of Wands: “Spark” by the Bird and the Bee

“Tell me a tale, something with fire, to break from the sorrows. To break through the dirt, piles of earth, to see where the sun goes... What if I stopped just for a while to see if I'm closer? Still half the night, just for a while to see where the sun goes, oh, oh, oh...”

2. The Two of Wands: "First We Take Manhattan” by Leonard Cohen

“I'm guided by a signal in the heavens. I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin. I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons... First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin.”

3. The Three of Wands: “Billionaire” by Travie McCoy ft. Bruno Mars

“Oh every time I close my eyes... I see my name in shining lights... Yeah, a different city every night, oh right, I swear, the world better prepare for when I'm a billionaire.”

4. The Four of Wands: “Eternal Flame” by The Bangles

“Say my name, sun shines through the rain... A whole life so lonely, and then you come and ease the pain. I don't want to lose this feeling, oh... Close your eyes, give me your hand. Do you feel my heart beating? Do you understand? Do you feel the same? Am I only dreaming? Or is this burning an eternal flame?“

5. The Five of Wands: “The Ultimate Showdown” by Lemon Demon

“This is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny: good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see... and only one will survive: I wonder who it will be? This is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny.”

6. The Six of Wands: “We are the Champions” by Queen

“We are the champions, my friends, and we'll keep on fighting 'til the end! We are the champions! We are the champions! No time for losers, 'cause we are the champions of the world!”

7. The Seven of Wands: “Uprising” by Muse

“Rise up and take the power back. It's time that the fat cats had a heart attack, you know that their time is coming to an end. We have to unify and watch our flag ascend.”

8. The Eight of Wands: “Fast as you Can” by Fiona Apple

“I let the beast in and then I even tried forgiving him, but it's too soon. So I'll fight again, again, again, again, again and for a little while more, I'll soar the uneven wind, complain and blame the sterile land.”

9. The Nine of Wands: “Conquest of Spaces” by Woodkid

“I'm ready to start the conquest of spaces expanding between you and me... Come with the night, the science of fighting, the forces of gravity...”

10. The Ten of Wands: “Running up that Hill” by Kate Bush

“And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God, and I'd get him to swap our places, be running up that road, be running up that hill, be running up that building...”

Cups

1. The Ace of Cups: “Quiet” by Milck

“But no one knows me, no one ever will, if I don't say something, if I just lie still. Would I be that monster, scare them all away, if I let them hear what I have to say? I can't keep quiet.”

2. The Two of Cups: “Bus Stop” by The Hollies

“Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop. Sometimes she'd shop, and she would show me what she'd bought. Other people stared as if we were both quite insane... Someday my name and hers are going to be the same.”

3. The Three of Cups: “The Cult of Dionysus” by The Orion Experience

“I'm feeling devious, you're looking glamorous... let's get mischievous... and polyamorous. Wine and women and wonderful vices... Welcome to the cult of Dionysus!”

4. The Four of Cups: “High by the Beach” by Lana del Rey

“I don't wanna do this anymore, it's so surreal. I can't survive if this is all that's real... All I wanna do is get high by the beach, get high by the beach, get high...”

5. The Five of Cups: “What Have I Done to Deserve This?” by The Pet Shop Boys

“I bought you drinks, I brought you flowers. I read you books and talked for hours... Every day, so many drinks, such pretty flowers. So tell me, what have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?”

6. The Six of Cups: “In My Life” by The Beatles

“There are places I'll remember, all my life, though some have changed... Some forever, not for better. Some have gone and some remain...”

7. The Seven of Cups: “Which Will” by Nick Drake

“Which do you dance for? Which makes you shine? Which will you choose now, if you won't choose mine?”

8. The Eight of Cups: “Go West” by The Pet Shop Boys

“(Go West) Life is peaceful there, (go West!) in the open air, (go West!) where the skies are blue... (go West!) This is what we're gonna do.”

9. The Nine of Cups: “No Surprises” by Radiohead

“Such a pretty house... and such a pretty garden... No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, please...”

10. The Ten of Cups: “Rainbow Connection” by Kermit the Frog

“Someday we'll find it, the Rainbow Connection... the lovers, the dreamers and me.”

Swords

1. The Ace of Swords: “One” by U2

“You say love is a temple, love is a higher law... Love is a temple, love is a higher law. You ask me of me to enter, but then you make me crawl, and I can't keep holding on to what you got, 'cause all you got is hurt.”

2. The Two of Swords: “I Can’t Decide” by The Scissor Sisters

“I can't decide whether you should live or die... Oh, you'll probably go to heaven; please don't hang your head and cry...”

3. The Three of Swords: “The Killing Type” by Amanda Palmer

"I would kill to make you feel. I don't mean kill someone for real. I couldn't do that, it is wrong... But I can say it in a song.”

4. The Four of Swords: “Take it Easy” by The Eagles

“Take it easy, take it easy. Don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy. Lighten up while you still can, don't even try to understand, just find a place make your stand. Take it easy.”

5. The Five of Swords: “Young Men Dead” by the Black Angels

“Run for the hills, pick up your feet and let's go. We did our jobs, pick up speed now, let’s move. The trees can't grow without the sun in their eyes, and we can't live if we're too afraid to die.”

6. The Six of Swords: “I Will Survive” by Cake

“At first I was afraid, I was petrified. I kept thinking I could never live without you by my side. But then I spent so many nights just thinking how you'd done me wrong. I grew strong; I learned how to get along.”

7. The Seven of Swords: “Sabotage” by The Beastie Boys

“I can't stand it, I know you planned it! I'mma set it straight, this Watergate. I can't stand rockin' when I'm in here, 'cause your crystal ball ain't so crystal clear. So while you sit back and wonder why I got this fuckin' thorn in my side, oh my god, it's a mirage! I'm tellin' y'all, it's sabotage.”

8. The Eight of Swords: “Whipping Post” by the Allman Brothers Band

“Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, like I been tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post. Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.”

9. The Nine of Swords: “Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums” by A Perfect Circle

“Don't fret, precious, I'm here. Step away from the window, and go back to sleep... safe from pain, and truth, and choice... and other poison devils. See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do. Count lies like sheep, like sheep, like sheep, like sheep, like sheep, like sheep...”

10. The Ten of Swords: “Hurt” by Johnny Cash

“I hurt myself today to see if I still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real. The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting. Try to kill it all away, but I remember everything. What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end.”

Pentacles

1. The Ace of Pentacles: “Dime” by Cake

“I'm a dime, I'm fine, and I shine. I'm freshly minted. I am determined not to be dented by a car or by a plane or anything not yet invented...”

2. The Two of Pentacles: “Down to Earth” by Peter Gabriel

“Did you think that your feet had been bound by what gravity brings to the ground? Did you feel you were tricked by the future you picked? Well, come on down. All these rules don't apply when you're high in the sky, so come on down, come on down.”

3. The Three of Pentacles: “With a Little Help from My Friends” by Joe Cocker

“What would you do if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me? Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song, I will try not to sing out of key.”

4. The Four of Pentacles: “This is the Life” by “Weird Al” Yankovic

“They say that money corrupts you, but I can't really tell... I got the whole world at my feet, and I think it's pretty swell.”

5. The Five of Pentacles: “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” by The Rolling Stones

“No, you can't always get what you want... You can't always get what you want... You can't always get what you want... But if you try sometimes, you find, you get what you need.”

6. The Six of Pentacles: “Rent” by The Pet Shop Boys

“We never ever argue, we never calculate the currency we've spent... I love you, you pay my rent “

7. The Seven of Pentacles: “Landslide” by Fleetwood Mac

“I took my love, I took it down, climbed a mountain and I turned around. And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills ‘til the landslide brought me down.”

8. The Eight of Pentacles: “The Weaver” by Steeleye Span

“The loom goes click and the loom goes clack; the shuttle flies forward and then flies back. The weaver's so bent that he's like to crack... such a wearisome trade is the weaver.”

9. The Nine of Pentacles: “My Way” by Frank Sinatra

“I've loved, I've laughed and cried. I've had my fill, my share of losing. And now, as tears subside, I find it all, all so amusing... To think I did all that, and may I say, not in a shy way... oh no, no, not me. I did it my way.”

10. The Ten of Pentacles: “Monument” by Röyskopp and Robyn

“This will be my monument. This will be a beacon when I'm gone, gone, gone... When I'm gone, gone, gone... When I'm gone... So that when that moment comes, I can say I did it all with love, love, love... All with love, love, love... All with love.”

Court Cards

Wands

1. The Page of Wands: “The Arsonist’s Lullaby” by Hozier

“All you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach. Don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash.”

2. The Knight of Wands (Sagittarius, the Archer): “Portrait of the Knight of Wands” by Suzanne Vega

“His mood was melancholy, his attitude severe. His inner burden weighed upon him mightily.”

3. The Queen of Wands (Aries, the Ram): “The Queen of Hollywood” by the Corrs

“She's never gonna be like the one before. She read it in her stars that there's something more. No matter what it takes, no matter how she breaks...”

4. The King of Wands (Leo, the Lion): “King and Lionheart” by Of Monsters and Men

“And as the world comes to an end, I'll be here to hold your hand, 'cause you're my king and I'm your lion-heart.”

Cups

1. The Page of Cups: “The Salmon Dance” by The Chemical Brothers

“Hello, boys and girls, my name is Fat Lip, and this is my friend, Sammy the Salmon! Today we're gonna teach you some fun facts about salmon and a brand new dance.”

2. The Knight of Cups (Pisces, the Fishes): “Knight of Noir” by Susanne Sundfor

“I can't go back again and lock the door. In the dead of night I hear her call out for more. I want to be stung by the stars, I gave her my soul and my heart, and now I am a slave.”

3. The Queen of Cups (Cancer, the Crab): “The Queen and I” by Gym Class Heroes

“I love it how she breaths booze in the morning... and it’s so sexy how she can't remember last night... I made the fatal mistake of letting her drink again. But who the hell am I to tell her how to live her life?”

4. The King of Cups (Scorpio, the Scorpion): “Sea King” by Eisley

“Sea King, Sea king, can't you see that you're so silly? Sea King, I know things, and without love you won't get far...”

[Honorable mention: Franz Schubert’s rendition of Goethe’s “Der Koenig in Thule” is probably the ultimate King of Cups song, but it felt too different in musical style -- and language -- to include in this playlist. Still, it’s gorgeous, and the lyrics are perfect.]

Swords

1. The Page of Swords: “The Sword and the Pen” by Regina Spektor

“What if the sword kills the pen? What if the god kills the man? And if he does it with love, well then, it's death from above, and death from above is still a death...”

2. The Knight of Swords (Gemini, the Twins): “Knights of Cydonia” by Muse

“No one's going to take me alive. Time has come to make things right. You and I must fight for our rights. You and I must fight to survive.”

3. The Queen of Swords (Libra, the Scales): “My Snow White Queen” by Evanescence

“You belong to me, my snow white queen... There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over.”

4. The King of Swords (Aquarius, the Water Bearer): “The Idiot Kings” by Soul Coughing

“Batting in the light, my reptile-lidded eyes. And all this strung end to end, is wider than the mind.”

Pentacles

1. The Page of Pentacles: “Sweet Child” by Pentangle

“You've been working so hard all day, won't you take your rest? You've been driving my blues away, now it is my turn. Come fly beneath my wings, sweet child it may not be for long.”

2. The Knight of Pentacles (Virgo, the Virgin): “Knights of Malta” by Smashing Pumpkins

“Where omens scar your door... Like a harvest we're bound and set for war... But no soldier comes...”

3. The Queen of Pentacles (Capricorn, the Goat): "Dreaming of the Queen” by The Pet Shop Boys

“Then carriages arrived... We stood and said goodbye. Diana dried her eyes and looked surprised, for I was in the nude. The old Queen disapproved, but people laughed and asked for autographs.”

4. The King of Pentacles (Taurus, the Bull): “A Farewell to Kings” by Rush

“Cities full of hatred, fear and lies, withered hearts, and cruel, tormented eyes... Scheming demons dressed in kingly guise, beating down the multitude, and scoffing at the wise. Whoa, can't we raise our eyes and make a start? Can't we find the minds to lead us closer to the heart?”

Giant shout-out to the Tarot Nerds Facebook Group for inspiring me. You are the best.

#tarot #playlist #tarot playlist

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tumblingxelian · 6 years

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Volume 5, Chapter 13: Downfall - Reaction

I saw the trailer and love Nora.

Also the RT Twitter posted a pic of Blake.

OK, lets begin.

Ruby just lost Crescent Rose to Mercury, good start Ruby.

Oh hey, headbutt, also she is the one fighting Merc, neat twist.

Nora’s checks on the healing., also tells Jaune to be grateful, good Nora, also hey she’s amplifying Aura, cool.

Lightning punch Ren is down!

Weiss finds the idea of staying with Jaune while the others fight annoying. I love Weiss.

Oh hey trailer scene, get rekt Hazel.

Hazel can ignore pain, its how he injects so much Dust into his body, interesting.

Oh shit, Nora just wrecked his shit even harder, fuck yeah!

Hey Adam, you suck, Sienna was much better than you.

Now he adds Burn Dust.

Everyone is exhausted, Emerald and Mercury have seemingly vanished.

Blake’s dramatic arrival.

Ugh, Sun, would have rather Ilia or Ghira, also Blake should maybe explain why its not good for the Faunus. Its not like they have ever been given much reason to think fondly of humans.

Oh hey they brought the police as well, also cool police of chief lady, I like her already!

Adam tries to blow everyone up!

The bomb isn’t working, huh.

Adam is like a child with how he acts, I love it.

Also Ilia de-activated the bombs when no one was looking, wow she is good,

Wish it had been a long con by Sienna, but Ilia is cool.

And Hazel tells Adam to fix his own mess, you coward Hazel, can’t do anything.

Swing and a miss Adam.

I wish the White Fang soldier,s or at least some, had stood down.

Holy shit Weiss just skewered Hazel!

Blake says Yang so gently!

Yang’s so stunned, I wanna see more of a reaction, aaah!

Why is Yang being sent after Cinder alone!

Also she detaches her arm, neat!

Don’t leave Blake, come on!

Raven why are you not attacking while Cinder monologues?

The pillars are breakable but not the floor XD

Also fancy flying and fighting, cool!

Also boom Cinder, lost ya sword!

Raven stop lecturing and keep fighting.

Does Cinder have some grievance against bandits specifically? Cos seriously, at this point she has no right to get all judgy.

They swapped swords.

Also this fight is epic!

When did Raven get her sword back? Does she have multiple hilts?

Oh shit Grimm arm!

So Cinder got some of Raven’s magic, also got smashed by some boulders. She is having a complicated day.

OK if we take that fall speed as literal, Raven and Cinder are moving at absurdly amazing speeds, I love it.

Also Cinder is losing.

I love it

I swear if Raven loses cos Yang was sent in I am gonna be pissed cos everyone is gonna blame her and it won’t be her fault!

Oop Raven’s Aura is weak too.

Vernal still lives!

Also Raven either warned Cinder to distract her, or wanted her to turn around, also lightning to the face!

Cinder’s mask broke, very big scar.

Vernal’s dead, what the fuck, noooo!

Also holy shit, Cinder just got smacked off a cliff and into a yawning chasm and frozen.

Either Cinder is not gone, or we haven’t seen that Seer in a while or somehting unexpected is gonna happen.

Are Raven’s eyes changing color?

That door is slow as it is grand and opens into a desert where the relic sits.

Raven, maybe don’t drop your magic?

Oh snap, that fall took Yang ages but she is no worse for ware and looks ready to throw-down and minus her arm... I wanted this, I never expected it to manifest like this but I wanted Yang to get into a fight with her obscenely powerful mother with one arm and its seemingly gonna happen!

I hope this doesn’t lead to Cinder getting the relic.

Also I hope this isn’t the end for Adam, I want to see Blake and Yang defeat him together, not just have him taken out by a surprise strike to the back of the head, I feel he should strike more fear into them as a personal villain but then it is also cathartic to see him falling to pieces.

Regardless, that fight was freaking EPIC!

I did not see these events coming snippity snaps wow!

#RWBY5 SPOILERS

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squirenonny · 7 years

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Something from Nothing

A kind, anonymous donor on Ko-Fi requested Dualityverse Rolo post-Empire but pre-Nyma. Thank you for your support! [Read on AO3]

Rolo mastered the art of creating something from nothing at an early age. When he was eight, he’d fashioned a passable imitation of a soldier out of the lanky, funny-eyed halfbreed nobody who’d grown up in the Nursery. When he was nine, faced with the choice of victory or death, he’d carved out a third option for himself: escape. When he was ten, he’d built a functional ship from nothing but sad eyes, quick fingers, and the same stubbornness that had earned him so many punishments back in the Galra Empire.

Now he was sixteen, and attempting his greatest feat yet: creating food from the dust gathering in the corners of his stolen, patched-up ship.

“Are you sure you checked the secondary cargo hold?” Rolo called over his shoulder.

Beezer’s buzzing reply echoed in the large, empty space, and Rolo sighed.

“I don’t care if you’re not hungry. You don’t need to eat.”

Offended, Beezer chirruped a staccato retort.

Rolo turned, pulling off his cap to run his fingers through his hair. “Try?” he asked. “How’re you gonna try eating? You wanna shove some nutrient goo down your output slot? Cause I ain’t gonna be the one cleaning that out.”

Beezer gave a rather prim-sounding squelch as he emerged from behind a row of empty barrels. Rolo’s lips twitched.

“I’ll be sure to add taste simulator to the list. You want that before or after the wormholer?”

Beezer spat a length of tape out at him, then retracted it. It wasn’t a gesture Rolo had seen before from the little cyber-unit, but that was Beezer—always adapting. Rolo supposed the prickly attitude would have made this AI a bad fit for most jobs, which was how he’d managed to buy it from a pawn shop for less than a hundred GAC (stolen, of course; Rolo hadn’t cashed an honest paycheck in his life, and he wasn’t about to start now).

Whatever the case, Rolo was glad he’d picked that particular AI chip for his first attempt at a custom-built cyber unit. Despite the attitude, despite the admittedly poor dexterity afforded by the one-time cash register that served as Beezer’s chassis… Rolo wouldn’t trade Beezer for all the wealth in the universe.

Rolo had created a lot of things from nothing, but Beezer was without a doubt his finest work. Wasn’t every day a mongrel deserter carved out a space to call his own and built himself a family—however odd and smart-mouthed that family might be.

His stomach rumbled again, reminding him that, yes, he had let himself run out of rations again. He’d had to spend the last of his GAC on spare parts for the Harbinger after she’d gotten banged up in an encounter with some jumped-up renegades. They’d seen the Galran lettering on her hull and opened fire, never mind any ash-brain with a spark of ship-smarts could see she wasn’t standard-issue.

So now here he was: hungry, broke, hated by half the universe, and feared by the rest.

With a sigh, Rolo pushed away the crate of ragged tunics he’d been digging through. He stood, stretching his arms over his head. “All right. Time for us to find a nice, quiet swap moon where we can kick up a fuss.”

Well, the moon they found wasn’t exactly quiet, but it would do.

Rolo had held out some thought for smashing open a cash register to make a quick buck, but he couldn’t look at the vrekking things without thinking of Beezer. There was always picking pockets, he supposed, but that was far too likely to get him caught, as he’d never quite found the patience to learn the deft touch it required.

“That’s our last resort,” he’d told Beezer in an undertone. He was wrapped head to toe in an old, ragged gray cloak, the hood pulled up, with oversized gloves on his hands and a gutted Ventroivian respirator mask secured over his face. You never could be too careful when you were half Galra, whether this place turned out to be under Zarkon’s magnanimous rule or not. Best not to show a sliver of purple skin until he had his food and was on his way back to the little surface shuttle he’d brought down from the Harbinger. (A Galra ship was another thing it was best not to go flaunting where anyone might see.)

Beezer made the same suggestion he made any time they needed money, and Rolo rolled his eyes toward the ceiling, glad for the mask that hid his involuntary smile.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, bud, but swapping you for a regular cash register never works as well as you seem to expect.”

Beezer swung around in front of Rolo, his pixelated eye-screen dilating.

Rolo laughed, pushing him aside. “You been hanging out with somebody’s kits behind my back or something? Jeez, and here I thought I could avoid the whining and the begging if I stuck with inorganic lifeforms.” Beezer tipped himself just a little more to one side, wobbling on legs that were never meant to be legs at all, and Rolo reached out to steady him. “All right, all right. I still say a pity play’s the way to go, but we’ll do your thing before I try lifting a purse. Fair?”

Beezer chirped once, settling back in at his usual place, half a step behind Rolo and close enough to touch. Always close enough to touch. Neither of them was rich enough in luck or in friends to risk getting separated.

They spent some time just wandering the market—not the cleanest or the most organized place he’d been, but there was a certain kind of deliberation about it. Whoever ran this place ran a tight ship, and it drew a wider crowd than the starless pits he usually went to for supplies. He wouldn’t call anyone here an easy mark, but they could be taken if he was smart about it.

Eventually, he spotted them. A pair of Demxa, one a child, the other fully grown. They sat near a structure that might once have been a fountain, though it had since been turned into a planter full of hardy local shrubs. Demxa were amphibious species, though it was rare to see them this far from a hospitable lake or sea. The full body suits they wore would keep their skin moist, and the metallic crescents covering nose and mouth would adjust the humidity of the air to something less abrasive to their lungs.

And hey, if they could afford a getup like that, they couldn’t be hurting too bad for cash.

Rolo altered his breathing, making himself sound just a touch winded, and sat on the rim of the fountain-turned-planter with a soft grunt. The Demxa child leaned around their parent, black eyes wide and glistening in the synthetic sunlight overhead. The fin on their head, gray edged in teal, quivered as they looked at him, then up at their parent.

“Long way from home?” Rolo guessed, stooping down to be on a level with the child. “Such a brave kit you are.”

The parent shifted slightly, cutting off Rolo’s view of the child. “No farther than you, I’d guess.” Their voice was slightly garbled by their mask, but not so much so that his translator couldn’t pick out the words.

Rolo flashed a grin the Demxa couldn’t see. “No jobs on Ventroivia these days, specially not for kids like me with no training and no… higher connections. Gotta do what I can if I want to eat.” He tapped the side of his mask twice. “’s a shame no one wants to hire a kid they can’t even see.”

“Photosensitivity?” the Demxa asked.

“Atmospheric, actually. Too much oxygen. Can’t take this crud off without breaking out something awful, and I’d really rather keep my hide intact, if you know what I mean.”

They gave him a sympathetic look, and the child’s hand darted to the skin around their eyes—the only part of their body not kept constantly moist. The skin had a slightly chapped look to it, and it was red, like it had been the victim of constant rubbing.

Despite himself, Rolo felt a pang of sympathy.

“A-anyway.” He rubbed the back of his neck, or tried to. He’d forgotten about his cloak, and his fingers tangled in the hood, nearly pulling it off his head. “I, uh, had to sit down. Rest for a while.” He paused, every scrap of self-preservation yelling at him to finish the con and get away with his cash. “So what brings you all the way out to a place like this?”

“My mate,” the Demxa said. “They were taken by the Galra.”

The breath went out of Rolo, and with it, all thoughts of conning this family. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice dropping low.

The Demxa bowed their head. “We knew it was only a matter of time before they came for us, so… We left. Our passage only took us this far.”

“You have somewhere to go?”

“A contact on Ussa-4. But it’s a null point if we don’t find a ship that can get us there within three cycles, and no one here seems interested in moving refugees.”

“I’ve got a ship.”

The words were past Rolo’s lips before he could think better of them. Behind him, Beezer whistled in alarm. There were no real words to the whistle, just a general sense of, who’s conning who now?

Maybe he was right. But Rolo didn’t take back the offer.

The Demxa stared at him, hope warring with suspicion on their face. “For what price?”

“Food,” he said, one hand coming to rest over his gut. “I’d do it for one lousy meal, honestly, but I wouldn’t say no to more if you can spare it.”

Black eyes widened, the fin on their head quivering in what Rolo thought might be pity. Figured. He’d picked exactly the right mark, only his own vrekking conscience had to go and muck things up.

“All right,” the Demxa finally said. “Thank you.”

A short while later, they were loaded up, the Demxa and her kit with a few paltry backs of belongings, Rolo and Beezer with a solid two weeks worth of rations. Three if he stretched it.

Rolo kept his mask and robe on, claiming to have moderated the ship’s atmosphere as best he could for his guests. Beezer kept up a steady stream of complaints that soon devolved into grouchy cursing as he realized Rolo wasn’t backing down.

“It’s a short jump anyway,” Rolo reasoned, entering the coordinates. “We got our food, and, hey! We helped someone. That’s not half bad for a day’s work.”

Beezer made a sound very like a snort.

With a sigh, Rolo eased them into open space, then got their heading and engaged the sublight engines. “I know,” he said. “I know. But I couldn’t just leave ‘em. They’re just trying to survive, same as us.”

Beezer was silent and, glancing at the back of the cockpit to be sure he’d secured the door, Rolo let down his hood, took off his mask, and slouched down in his seat. He tipped his cap forward to cover his eyes.

“It’s a shit universe,” he said to no one in particular. “But that don’t mean I have to help it along.”

#voltron #vld #rolo #beezer #fic #thank you so much for your support!#<3 #(and thank you for the prompt)#(i don't write rolo nearly enough considering how much i love him)#ko-fi request

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dangerouscrusadefire-blog · 6 years

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I'm asking cuz I now pay close to 400/month... It's like 396. - I have 3 accidents on my record (from like 2 1/2 years ago, only one was my fault). however I found out that all of them were listed on my insurance as my fault. Found out the insurance companies automatically assign fault unless you produce proof otherwise. Now one of them I got hit from behind, so that's easy to prove with police report. However, the other one guy ran red light and I hit his side. I think the police report has it as 50/50 fault since it really can't be proven either way, it's his word against mine who ran the light. Do you think I'll be able to fight that one??? I'm gonna go down to the police headquarters and get the police reports over the next few days, just wondering... Also how much would that actually save me? - My dad had a speeding ticket (90 in a 65) and he was listed as a second driver on my car, so that also brought it up. I'm going to remove him from my insurance since he rarely drives my car anymore, and has replaced his own car. - I have the defensive driving discount already. - I'm 26 years old female in NY. I drive less than 5 miles a day to work. And I drive a silver 2006 Saturn Ion in which I'm still making payments on, so I still have comprehensive. Based on all that, do you think I can find cheaper elsewhere. Where should I loook??? I feel like whenever I try to switch companies they give me a great rate on the phone, than all of a sudden after like a month or 2 being with them, my rates suddenly increase cuz they just found the accidents . I realize I don't have the greatest driver history in the world, but 400 just seems outrageous. I know people who pay less than that a year. I was thinking of selling my car, and getting a cheaper one w/ no payments on it, which would rid me not only of my car payment, but I wouldn't have to carry comprehensive anymore either. Problem is whatever I made from the car would have to go towards paying off the loan, and I would have no money to buy the new car... I feel so stuck, but I'm paying like 750/month between insurance/car payments, and I have a crappy job and can't afford it. Suggestions??? oh btw I use a local broker and autoone insurance""

How long can a Insurance company in the state of Tennessee look back on your driving record?

I had a wreck two years ago this October, I was wondering how long an insurance company can look back on my record? Its been two years since I have had any wrecks or tickets but my rates are still high, I was thinking if I switch companies and didnt tell them about the wreck I would have a clean record?""

Auto Insurance?

I live in California and I got an Insurnace quote for a new car from a Insurence company that is out of state. Is there a difference between buy a out of state insurance policy vs. a policy from a compnay in cali?

""Health insurance starts in 10 days, but I am sick now. Will they reimburse me?""

If I went to the doctor now, would I be able to submit a claim for reimbursement? My insurance is Aetna. I called them, but they are closed because it is Sunday. Answers/suggestions are appreciated.""

Not allowed to be insured on my mum's car because i work in a pub?

Hi, im starting work in a pub this weekend and in order to get to work etc my mum phoned her insurance company (more than) and asked how much it would be etc.. and they said im not allowed to be insured because ill be working in a pub and there might be a scuffle or something and the car might be damaged.... WHAT? are they serious?! well they are because they wont insure me!! can they do that? what ways round this are there? they have my details already, so i dont think phoning back and telling them a different occupation will work because they already know ill be in a bar. Can you please help me out here? i really need to be insured on my mums car, i cant afford my own car and i need this job to work out, but it wont unless i get this insurance!!! Thanks (im 22 years old by the way, male)""

""What is the best car alarm system, that would also lower my insurance?""

I own a 2003 Toyota Corolla CE. My car insurance is moderately expensive, and I've been told that installing an alarm system would help lower my insurance. But I don't want a cheap alarm that can be easily set off by someone's sound system.""

Keep until expires or cancel car insurance?

My car has broken down for the last time. It is very old (1998) and very high mileage. I am deciding to sell it for parts and what I can get rather than sink any more money into it. Point of negative returns. I will be going carless for some time, taking the bus and using a car share program. That is just background though. Hoping to save the money, pay off other things and raise credit score to possibly qualify for a brand new one in the future. My question is about the auto insurance. I just renewed at the beginning of the year. So I have about 4 months left before the policy is done. I am making monthly payments. If I cancel now, will I still owe them for the entire policy amount - (can they come after me for it?) Or does it look better (when I go to get insurance in the future) that I keep paying on the policy until it expires in a few month (just not renew at that time). I don't want to spend money needlessly. However, I also want the best (least expensive) insurance rates when I need it in the future, and a good track record. Can anyone (especially if you are in the insurance industry) give me the straight scoop? Thanks and much appreciated.""

What is the best car for a teen to buy that has to pay insurence?

I want to get a 2005 Mustang V6 and have it under my parents name because I have to pay Car INSURANCE. Also What is the gas mileage like? PLease respond back to me ASAP Thank you

Why does car insurance never get cheaper?

I'm getting older, my car is worth less each year, I have accrued 9 years plus NCB and have never caused an accident in 15 years, yet each year my insurance goes up, and those things that used to be included ( hire car, accident insurance etc) you have to pay extra for.""

I hit a deer and didn't file a report? Will insurance cover?

How can I get a fair replacement cost by the auto insurance company when my car is totaled?

my car is being paid off by the other person's insurance company, not mine.""

Car insurance lapsed in CT what would be the steps to reregister car & get insurance?

Do i need to contact an insurance company first or the DMV?

Best Apartment insurance?

Hey I need apartment insurance. What are the top five best apartment insurance places? Thank you!!

Car insurance I'm gonna leave my car away from home at work?

Where can I get car insurance I am going leaving my car at my work Monday to Friday which company will provide me

""Car Insurance, and car choices for a new driver?""

I am 27 and just recently got my license. I know my insurance is going to be high regardless but I am looking into cars and was wondering what type of car would be cheaper for me to have insurance on? Should it be a 4 cylinder? Antilock brakes? A certain color? Alarm system? Are some cars higher than others? I would like to get either a honda civic or mitsubishi eclipse (my dream car). I'm just worried that the insurance is going to be through the roof. If those cars are going to be high, what kind of car would you reccommend?""

How much will my car insurance go up?

I got 2 points on my license, i pay $700 a year now, and this is my first violation. I live in new york""

How much does insurance cost for a chimney sweep business?

I am starting a chimney sweep company and I was wondering what is an average cost to have insurance for the business (bonus points if you can say all of the types of insurance I might need) I know the standard answer is to say there is no way of knowing since this all depends on a number of factors but I literally have no clue what it would cost so ANY estimate or guess is appreciated. The business will be in Maryland and have just 1 employee with revenue I am guessing would be about 60,000 a year if that helps.""

Insurance for young adults?

I can't seem to get all of my questions answered from my own research, so I've resorted to yahoo answers. My family lost my dad a few years ago, and with him we lost our insurance coverage. We currently receive social security. This stops once I graduate. Would I be able to receive any sort benefits (any sort of welfare, food stamps, etc) as a result of this? What about college grants? Also, my mom, sister and I don't have any health insurance. I want to apply for affordable insurance, but I really don't know much about it. How much would it cost, and what are my options? Thank you so much for anyone who takes the time to answer this, I really appreciate it.""

Minor car accident (not at fault) - should I go to my insurance or small claims court?

I was wondering if anyone could give me some advice. Last week I was involved in a minor car accident. I was at a stop light and the car behind me decided they could not wait and they tried to get by my car to make a left turn. They did not have enough room and scraped against my car with theirs. No one was hurt and no police were called. We pulled over and I got their name, phone number and address. They did not give me their insurance information and said they'd like to settle outside insurance because there are only scratches. I know it was stupid but I said okay. Also I do not have the license plate number of the car. I thought I wrote it down but I did not (I understand this is a big mistake on my behalf). We made contact over phone throughout the week and discussed repairs but suddenly they stopped answering my calls. I believe they are avoiding me. Now I am at a loss of what to do. Should I take this issue up with my insurance (at the risk of raising my premiums) or should I take this to small claims court? In either case I do not have the car's license plate so if it isn't their car will that be insufficient evidence to prove they are at fault (my word against theirs)? Thank you in advance for all your answers.""

How much does insurance usually pay off if your car is deemed totaled?

Ok, so, my car incurred some damage due to the recent flood waters of hurricane Ike. A person from Safe Auto insurance company is coming out tomorrow to assess the damage. When we spoke to him over the phone, he said it sounded like our car would end up being deemed totaled. There is still amount owed on the car. If we were to pay it off tomorrow it would be $3100. The value on the car varies from tprivate party value in good condition being $3900 to retail value being $5600 in our area. We have a $500 deductible. Now, if the car is infact totaled, how does the insurance pay out?""

Insurance help!!!!!!!?

I was wondering, on average how much would it cost to insure a 2010 plate Ford Fiesta 1.25 Hatchback for a 17 year old in bradford. The car is 5,695, second-hand, previously owned packed with a 1.2 litre engine. I'm just looking for an estimate, thats all! thank you!""

Is a jeep grand cherokee overland reliable w.cheap insurance for 16 yr old?

15 now looking to get one possibly is it good for me

Cheapest car insurance for a 17 year old?

Hi i am 17 years old and have just past my test 2 days ago and i am currently trying to insure a 2003 ford fiest 1.3 lx petrol 3 door. I know it has quite a big engine (1.3) for a first car, but only has 8 valves and just creeps into insurance group 3 due to electrical equipment inside, which is nothing really. I have been looking around and i am getting ridiculous qoutes of around 5000, however i have found ikude insurance which is only 1800 but iyou have to have a box, which i would really rather not have but might have to. I would like to spend nor more than 2,500, help please????""

Will the insurance company cancel my car insurance after a DUI in VA?

i got a dui in VA, is offence, .08 bac, well i got convicted of yesterday. i have to do a DWI Education classes and have a restricted licence to drive to work. my insurancce is still valid for a good 6 months. do i have to inform the insurance company, will i lose my insurance, do i need a sr22 or not. please advice..""

""What can I, as a 19 year old guy, do to get cheap car insurance?""

Right now I'm just looking for cars with small engines and constantly checking on comparison sites to get a good quote... So for I got 1900 for a 1L 1999 Vauxhall Corsa, which is still far too expensive, but what else can I do? I know about Pass Plus and other things, but any help/advice/links would really, really help...""

""If my annual premium is 6043.23, what is monthy car insurance cost?""

If my annual premium is 6043.23, what is monthy car insurance cost?""

Car Insurance Company Refuses to Insure my Brother!?

So, my brother got into a car accident about 3 years ago. He was driving his car and a motorcyclist ran into him doing around 90 mph, causing the bike to flip and the guy on the bike to dismount and skid across the freeway. The motorcyclist was lucky he didn't get run over or killed. It was deemed by both the insurance companies that it was the motorcyclists fault and when the motorcyclist tried to sue our insurance company, we got a letter from our attorney that the case had been dismissed and no further action was needed. Today, we got a call out of the blue from Mercury saying my brother couldn't be on the insurance anymore because they had settled with the motorcyclist for $100,000 and basically, if we didn't get him off the insurance, my whole family would be removed. We didn't receive any notification that Mercury was planning on paying this guy out or that our rates would be altered. We called the attorney's office but he wasn't in and we explained the situation and the receptionist said they might of just settled anyway without letting us know even though this whole thing wasn't even my brother's fault. My question is, if the accident was the fault of the motorcyclist and when the motorcyclist initially sued and was denied a settlement (there was no mention of a settlement on the attorney's letter; it just said that it was dismissed), how and why would Mercury give this jacka$$ $100,000 and deny my brother coverage? It's all very confusing and any insight would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!""

How much does insurance cost for a bently?

I was wondering how much it would cost for a 16 year old. I'm not getting one cuz I'm not rich but I'm just curious

How much will my insurance cost?

I like in Florida, I own a 87' thunderbird no replacement coverage, I haven't been in any accidents, have no tickets and I took drivers ed, I've been driving for over a year and I want to be able to own my car so when I'm 18 my parents can't tell me I can't go out. How much will the monthly payments be on that?""

No insurance ticket?

I got a ticket today for no insurance. I know I can go to court and show proof of insurance and just pay court costs. After I show the court my insurance card, are they going to contact the insurance company to make sure it is valid? I'm sure you know why I am asking.""

No insurance for high school sport?

What happens if you don't have health insurance and you wanna try out for a team? Will they disqualify you from even making the team because of it?

Range Rover insurance for a young new driver?

A friend and I where having a debate about whether or not, a new young driver could actually get insured on a brand new Range Rover? We decided to do some research on the subject and we have seen many cases where for example Andy Murray paid 100,000 to insure his Ferrari shortly after he passed his test. Can anyone provide and examples or rough estimates on how much it would actually cost to insure a new young driver on a Range Rover or if its even possible?""

""Boyfriend totaled my car, i have a $500 collision deductable on my insurance?""

my boyfriend totalled my 17,000 car. the car was totally paid off and i have $500 deductable for collisions on my insurance,. he has liability on his insurance. does anyone knnow what will happen from here, since he was driving i dont know for sure what insurance covers and what i will have to pay""

Does anyone know the insurance group prices in the UK?

looking at car insurance does anyone know how much is group is like 3E, 5 and 12 or summit is there any websites where you can find them? if anyone has any suggestions please leave below!""

Local Car Rental Brooklyn NY No license/insurance to practice?

Local Car Rental Brooklyn NY No license/insurance to practice driving I will have a licensed person in the passenger seat, but i need a car just for one hour, to practice my skills and prepare for the exam this is very simple, i need a car to practice driving, i have about 15hrs, need mroe any local car rentals in Brooklyn NY? I do not care so much for the cost, as much as just simplifying the process of renting a car for a measly hour. Thanks""

I hit a deer and didn't file a report? Will insurance cover?

Waht is the best motorcycle insurance provider for ontario?

i have a 1000cc irohead sportster 1984 and i live in ontario. i was wondering what the best insurance provider would be thanks!

""Anyone know where I can get 1 day car insurance, i'm under 21?""

I am 20 years old, and taking my car in for a service to VW whom have offered me a courtesy car as I need to get to work etc throughout the day and pick the car up in the evening. Only problem is they won't let me use their insurance policy as i'm under 21 and after calling my insurance today who clearly said to me we do not deal with temporary cover even for existing customers . I therefore asked how much it would cost to add another car to the policy and they want an initial payment of 97 and I will have to pay ATLEAST the first months payment after which i can then cancel which is a rather expensive way of doing this. Any information/help is greatly appreciated! :)""

Insurance change help?

i am with geico and i want to go to allstate do i surrender my plates to switch insurance or do i keep the plates and call they and they will transfer me

How much on average would car insurance in Calgary be for a minor?

(Never been in an accident, never received a ticket of any kind.)""

""How much do you pay for your car insurance policy evey year, all said and done?""

My boyfriend and I are moving to Portland Oregon, and we're trying to get some sort of idea. This is some info that would help us get an idea. How old are you? How many people are on the policy? What type of car(s)? How much coverage? THANKS!""

Do you think insurance policies are a waste of money?

i dont mean the ones we all have to have like motor and house insurance. I mean, small insurances for electical goods etc""

""If i buy a car, how long have i got to insure it?""

If i buy a car, how long have i got to insure it?""

Pregnant with no insurance?

im only 6 1/2 wks pregnant but im a planner. i have no insurance and do not qualify for any government health so we are paying the hospital $200 a month til my baby comes to cover all the ob bills and hospital bills and my 6 wks check up after the birth. my question is......is there a such thing as infant insurance? ive looked all around online and cannot find insurance that will cover a baby til their first birthday. i know that a baby has to go to the dr alot the first year so i'd love for our child to have insurance. my hubbys work does not offer insurance. thanks for your help

Classic car insurance?Anyone with a classic car INSURED!?

Any information on insuring a Classic truck would be helpful. Like the license plate thing I keep hearing about. I find an original plate and never have to change it again? License plate information would be most helpful.....Maybe Help me figure out where to find a plate? :D 1989 Truck plate is what I will need. I know it's not a classic in most eyes..But tech it IS a classic. It's just a summer driver/Fun show truck........I DO have a 1969.....That is a classic...But I haven't got far enough to insure it yet. Projects....................Thanks for any help!

If I bought car insurance in one state and then move to different state do I have to buy new insurance?

I bought insurance for the year in one state but just moved to a different state where I will have to register my car again and get a new license plate. If I already paid for the year, do I have to get new insurance? If I do have to get new insurance, can I get my money back because I didn't drive for the whole year while under my insurance company's policy?""

How much would insurance for a 2008 Honda CBR 125cc?

I'm only a 16 year old, 5'3 115 pound girl... I've got my g1, my driving course and I'm more than willing to take the motorcycle course. I'm looking at buying a 2008 Honda CBR 125cc. I'm wondering ON AVERAGE what I'll be paying for insurance? Thanks in advance!""

""I got pulled over, and failed to surrender insurance?""

I was driving my friends home from a party one night, (being a DD), unfortunately I was caught going 123 in a 90 zone, and then I got pulled over. The police officer told me that not only I was speeding, but I was driving past midnight with a G2 class license. But the only thing I was charged with, was a 65$ fine for not surrending insurance, because I was driving my Dad's truck and could not find the insurance papers ANYWHERE. Since the police officer said there were no demerits to be added, does this mean my insurance rates will go up? I plan on pleading guilty and paying the ticket.""

About how much does a car alarm save on auto insurance?

I know this depends but just give me a GUESS. or how about; use yourself as an example. How much do you save, or would you save, if you had a car alarm?""

How much will my car insurance cosT?

We have Allstate. 2 cars, and my mom and dad are both covered on both cars. If I were to get my license in a week, when I am 16 how much will that increase there bill too? I only want to get insured for one car, and its an older classic car. Also I have taken an online drivers ed course.""

What are average prices for small business insurance?

This is for my high school project. Please answer!

How much can I expect my car insurance to go up?

I was in a car accident last week, I rear ended the car in front of me and pushed him into the car in front of him. It was my fault, and my car was totaled in the accident, it was an '09 civic. Im 22 and this was my first accident, how much can I expect my car insurance to go up from this?""

Will my insurance go up?

I live in California. Here, the driver is responsible for the ticket and not the owner. My bf is 19 and im 18, and he drives very well but does have license because he uses his bike. He drove my car and got two tickets because he did not have his headlights on and a misdemeanor for an unlicensed driver. I read that my bf will have to pay $25 if he gets his license before court and $230 for no light. I was wondering will my insurance go up? and will my dad be notified?""

Can my brother put me on his health insurance?

I have a illness. I started a new job and insurance won't kick in untill another three months. Can I be put on my brothers insurance? He has no children and he is not married. Plus he never uses it.

Estimated car insurance cost for an 18 year old beginner driver?

I waited until I turned 18 until I went to get my drivers permit. I've had my permit since November 18 2009. I plan to stay on the permit until its expiration date. I'm not sure what car I plan to purchase after that, something affordable (nothing over the top) and that will last quite awhile. Now assuming all that, can any of you share with me what your car insurance payment is monthly, just an estimate of course. And throw in what type of car you have in so I can get a better idea. I'll be 19 at the time I finally get my license. My parents will not be adding me to their insurance, I have to pay for this on my own and I'd like to start putting some money away towards it so that I can make the payments with no problem later on. Are their any other things I can do to lower the cost of my car insurance as well?""

Health Insurance - 31 days after Birth?

Here is my question: Me and my wife currently have health insurance (Carrier A). Effective 6/1 I plan to get into different health insurance plan with different insurer (Carrier B). On 5/23 my son was born and as per Carrier A, I have 31 days to enroll him under my current health insurance. Since I am changing eff 6/1, will he still be covered with my current plan (even I don't add him) until I add him to the new plan? So, basically from the time he is born until he gets added to Carrier B, would he have a coverage for these 7-8 days? Thanks""

What would be the cheapest car insurance company to go to for someone who gets insurance for the first time?

Car insurance I'm gonna leave my car away from home at work?

Where can I get car insurance I am going leaving my car at my work Monday to Friday which company will provide me

""When getting a quote from a car insurance place, do they automatically add you to there car insurance?""

I did an online quote for a car insurance place, and they asked for my name, number, e-mail, address, if I am currently insured, etc. they gave me a total of how much I would have to pay, does that mean I am added to there car insurance? or not?""

Which car insurance company allows you to make the cheapest one year payment?

I have esurance but they force you to make 2 payments a year,and the second payment AWAYS shows up at the worst time lol""

Motorcycle insurance?

Anyone have any idea on the cost on motorcylce insurance.. I'm 26 clean record..Thinking about getting a new yamaha cruiser 600-700cc

I hit a deer and didn't file a report? Will insurance cover?

18 Year Old Sporty Car Insurance in Toronto?

Hi, I was wondering if anyone could tell me an approx. cost per year for an 18 year old to own a fairly sporty coupe from around 2009 living in a busy area of Toronto, ON. I know it will be really expensive, but I am planning on buying a car. Thanks! :)""

Anybody know anything about NYS car insurance?

My car insurance lapsed and I didin't know about it, because I misunderstood my policy. My car is registered in my name, but my boyfriend still has current insurance for both of us through his (Geico.) Am I still covered? I'm scared I've been driving around uninsured, but I'm also scared to call the DMV, because I don't have an alternate means of transportation to work and school events. Please answer only if you're sure of your answer, this is a nerve racking situation. Thanks for the help!!""

What's a good cheap health insurance for a college student?

My college doesn't offer any health insurance and I don't have much money. What should I do? I need to get my throat checked out.

Should auto insurance for teen boys be more expensive than teen girls?

im doing a project and i don't which one to answer i need your help

Questions about sr22 insurance?

I have a sr22 insurance with arizona and I just got a california license if I cancell my sr22 with arizona and get regular insurance with california can arizona suspend my california license if so how? A little more information my car is registered in california and I live in califoria not arizona

Why is Car Insurance more expensive in some areas?

My friend moved from Florida to Virginia and his premium went down $120.00 Why is insurance so much more expensive in some zip codes than others?

""How much a month is the average homeowners insurance payment on a 100,000 home?

Thanks

Car insurance for young UK drivers and fronting? Whats Best?

I've just passed my test. But, the next thing is a car, but the main problem is the insurance... I've looked at companies that offer a smart box which supposedly lowers the insurance, but i'm going to have to be the main driver on the policy and with a box through co-op I was quoted 5000! And as i'm under 18 they wanted it all in one lump sum!! The reason it was so high was because I have absolutely 0 years claims and i'm the main driver. I've spoken to my mum and dad about them being the main driver and me the named, but they both have a car each and are being very stubborn and keep saying they won't be the main driver as they wouldn't be the person driving it the most (I would be). They keep saying this is illegal and called fronting and if anything happened the insurance companies would look for anyway to not pay up. Everyone one at college that I know does exactly what i'm proposing to my parents... They keep saying if something was to happen then they would be the ones not able to get insurance again and therefore would loose their job as they need their car for their job. If I crashed, or the police pulled me for some reason then I would be insured, so what could they do? Do you think my parents are being awkward about it, and what can I say to make them think otherwise? (Someone I know has a dad as a taxi driver and he is the main driver on his car, as well as his own!) If anything unfortunate happens whilst i'm driving, like a crash, how will the insurance company know who's been driving it the most? What would they do? Should i persevere with my parents (what can I say to them)? And who else is good to try and insure with? I'm thinking of a 1999 Polo or Corsa, just a cheap 750 run around for college Thanks :)""

""HELP! I didnt have car insurance when I got a speeding ticket, I have questions, help!!!!?""

Ok, so I got a speeding ticket on Saturday for 5 over, I havent gotten a ticket in almost 5 years, my driving record is almost perfect, Im 25 years old. So, I havent been too sure about my car insurance, my dad was paying for a while, he stopped, so I made a couple payment and I moved and it just kind of disappeared, I know Ive been very irresponsible and I will suffer any consequences I get. So I didnt have proof of insurance when I got pulled over, the cop said it was fine, just bring it when I pay my ticket. So Im fairly certain I didnt have active insurance at that point, so Im wondering now if I were to buy insurance right now and bring proof of it in, would I get in trouble for not having it at the time I got pulled over? It was just a citation? How much will my insurance rates go up for a 5 over? Let me know, thanks! PS. I live in Michigan""

How much car insurance do I need?

I'm a graduate student that has little saved due to paying my way through college and I drive a 1997 Dodge intrepid, of which kelly has a personal value of around 1,500 and a sale by used car dealer at around 3,000. I was curious to have some opinions as to how much car insurance one things I should get? I'm going to school in illinois, but my true home is in indiana so I could claim either state (not that I've seen it make much of a difference). From what I have found 100/300/50 is recommended, but I'm more looking as to whether collision or comprehensive is even worth it at this point due to my car's value? I (knock on wood) haven't been in an car accident while driving and I am a safe driver that follows within 5 of the posted speed limits (unless traffic is going 20+over).""

""Insurance whilst working In italy for 7 months for an aussie company, anyone got any good recommendations?

My job is travelling around I already have basic Travel Insurance

Cheapest car insurance in LA?

So, I had an accident last semester which made my existing insurance company geico hit me back with a pretty expensive new contract. Fair enough, but I would like to search for better quotes for southern california, if there is any out there. Thats why I am asking this mundane question. Thank you very much in advance!""

If you are on someone else's car insurance?

I was put onto a friends car insurance policy for 6 months... Is that the standard policy time frame or could you make it longer or shorter etc. based on your situation?

Cheap health insurance?

How can i get very cheap health insurance? i am 18 yrs old, i go to school and i work at a place that doesnt have insurance and i really need to go to get my teeth pulled and i need to go to the doc for my stomach... how can i get free or very cheap health insurance?? cause i have no money!!""

Where can I get E&O insurance at a reasonable price?

I am an insurance agent working through an agency. I need E&O insurance before I can sell certain policies. I'm looking for easy, affordable coverage.""

How can I afford a car and insurance?

I am going into my second year of college and would like a car. I don't have a job. I have applied many places, but no luck. I don't have time during the year to work since I am a full time student, so I thought this summer I could save money if I had a job. My parents can not afford to buy me a car and provide insurance. I just want that independence.""

""Help, I need car insurance, best quote 1356 pounds?""

Help, I need car insurance, best quote 1356 pounds 9 years no claims, driving licence for 20 years, the car is a 2 lit and 5 years old Helppppppp""

Best location for insurance agency?

I'm very early in the stages of starting an insurance agency in Lafayette IN. Where do you think is a better location? There are reasonable prices in downtown lafayette, but also on the east side, which is has a lot of offices, retail stores, and restaurants. Where do you think more people would likely to meet a beginning independent insurance agency?""

Ladies has anyone every really saved on car insurance when applied to Sheila's Wheels or Diamond?

Everytime I've got a quote its always more expensive than other insurance companies

Is there a website for health insurance quotes?

im goin 2 b 19 & my current health insurance will exp. i need to find health insurance fast as well as as dentist insurance. sum ppl told me not 2 get eye insurance cuz payin da monthly payment vs. getting da benefit isn't worth it. meanin u pay more than u get out of it. but i want ur opinion as well sum other ppl told me 2 go 2 a hospital 2 ask sum ?'s of what health i should get, meanin like find out what im cover 4. like i don't want 2 pay hidden charges. like basically i need help cuz nobody is guidin me on what 2 do after im not cover. like im on my own.""

Can someone tell me how much will cost insurance for my friends car just for driving test day?

Car insurance in minnesota?

(my parents car has insurance but my names not on the card does it need to be for me to drive it)

Will I get dropped from my insurance?

i took a urine test with my doctor the other day. I asked what h was testing for and he said everything , so Im not sure what hes testing. He said he was gonna check for diabetes and what not. I was wondering, in the case he drug tests me can he tel my insurance? Can I get dropped from the insurance for this? I smoked weed about 5 weeks ago. I live in California amd hnet is my insurance. Thanks!""

Would the insurance company find out if you modify ur engine?

im gettin an accord nd i wanna add performance to it bc i aint a ricer nd ma dad doesnt want me to nd i was wondering if the insurance company would find out by themselves if yu mod your engine and increase the rate. my insurance company is geico nd my dad pays for it so i dnt want him to be like why is the rate going up nd find out tht i added turbos nd air intakes nd ****

How much does Auto insurance cost in Mass?

I am moving to Mass, and am curious if someone can give me an idea about how much it would cost to insure a 97 Acura CL 4 cylinder car. I am having a hard time finding quotes online. Round about numbers would help.""

I hit a deer and didn't file a report? Will insurance cover?

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