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vegetacide · 4 years

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1. Would you rather accessorize with scarves or necklaces?

Scarves, cause I like soft stuff to snuggle and hide my face in.

2. How old were you when you first saw mountains? (Or if you haven’t seen mountains, what do you imagine they’re like?)

Smokey Mountains on a road trip... erm.. in my mid teens I guess...

3. Do you make your bed in the morning?

It a habit I recently started when we first went on lock down to help me get my day started... prior to that.. hell no as I would just be crawling back into them later.

4. What type of stories did you like as a child?

Book wise when I was little.. anything my Dad would read to me at bedtime...As a teenager it was Sci-fi, fantasy and romance and hopefully all in the same book.

5. What was the most exhilarating experience of your life?

Hmm ...no idea so will pick some at experience at random... sailing through a sun shower in St. Thomas on one of our honeymoon excursions to see sea turtles in their natural habitat. ...

Snorkeling for the first time in the ocean..

Skiing down a winter slope when I was a kid and somehow not managing to kill myself (I suck at skiing)

First day we brought my daughter home from the hospital.. feels surreal as I sit here to think the 5 year old softly snoring beside me was once sooooo small and it was ONLY 5 SHORT YEARS AGO. Dude, when they say the little years go by fast.. they weren’t kidding..

Oh.. and of course walking down the isle and somehow not tripping over my feet and face planting in front of my family and friends as I was shaking like a leaf caught in a hurricane having a mild panic attack and worried I was going to fuck up somehow.

Okay, so the last one was more terrified than exhilarating but.. meh...

6. Do you agree with the concept of exotic pets?

Here in North America... if the thing was born in the wild.. it should stay in the wild...unless under the extreme circumstances of animal rescue when the animal can’t be returned to the wild.. If it was breed in captivity and is not on the endangered species list and wont eat you or rip your face off...say like a hedge hog which is oddly enough considered exotic where I am.. then its okay but only if the owner can provide a loving, healthy home. (wolf hybrids, tigers, ligers, and other exotic large cats are the exceptions as no one can care for them properly unless specialized training has taken place and you have like a billion acres of land for them...basically any animal that has not been domesticate over hundreds of years ... leave em alone... )

7. Describe your feelings about maths.

Necessary evil...enough said.

8. When was the last time you finished a book?

Do audio books count? If so.. in March right before lock down. Listened to a lot of books on my travels to and from work.. Currently I am able to actually pick up a hard copy and I am working my way through Crazy, Rich Asians. Good book!

9. What’s a small way that you’ve been kind recently?

All the things I have done recently have just been what is expected of a normal human being with responsibilities so I cant really say.. erm.. made an extra meat loaf for my Dad so I know he is eating well... collected his beer bottles for return cause they just started excepting them again..

Started making my husband lunch as he was recalled to work... Do his laundry cause he usually does it for himself...

I haven’t really be out much in the world lately and as I said.. basic stuff.

10. What new hobby/activity have you always wanted to try?

And got to the bottom and I think I fucked this up... oh well.. lmao.. so on to the questions I was supposed to answer...ooopppsss.. gonna leave the other answers above cause I spent the time to write em..

Oooh, and now I have to ask questions…

1. If you could go anywhere, where would you go?

Falling Lakes aka Plitvice Lakes National Park in Croatia cause it looks beautiful and would be the closest thing on Earth to being in a fantasy novel..

2. Favourite pasta shape?

No favourite shape.. just spoon sized cause spaghetti is messy

3.What do you need to do everyday to keep your mind and body working well?

Wake up... lmao

4. First ever fandom and why? How old were you?

This is a surprisingly hard question to answer as I have loved many things over the years.. I have always loved cartoons going back as far back as I can remember and later in life comic books and anime so will answer this by first fanfictions and first community....

Well.. first fanfiction i got hooked on reading was for Sailor Moon..age..erm... high school so like maybe grade 9ish.. At that point I had always loved cartoons but Sailor Moon really sucked me in.

First I wrote and will never see the light of day... Biker Mice From Mars and/or G.I.Joe...cant rightly remember which came first and I am a huge Snake Eyes fan.

First posted... DBZ I believe under another name.. and ermm.. no, I wont tell.

First community I joined... Dragon Ball Z on here in fact.. and within the last few years. I am still a DBZ fan but I jumped the fandom community wagon and joined up with a bunch of Thundernerds and completely fell down the rabbit hole.

And I am being vague about the age for a reason.. lol

5.Deserted beach or snazzy night club?

Beach! 100% Sand between the toes, the sound of the water lapping up the shore.. the smell of the salt in the air.. the sun on my back and my sandals dangling from my finger tips.. ahhhh perfection.

6. Do you find it easier to talk to people online or offline?

Online.. cause there is security in anonymity.

7. What do you think is the aim in your life? What do you ultimately want to achieve?

Wow.. talk about a soul baring question.. lmao.. I don’t know.. to be remembered and looked back on kindly. To be better then those before me and to not make the same mistakes.. to be a good mom to my daughter and to not fuck her up to bad. (I answered this one out of order.. meh)

8. Coolest Thunderbird

....well this one should be an obvious answer. lol

9. What is your absolute favourite topic to talk about?

My interests.. which are vast and varied.

10. Do you have an embarrassing story to share?

How I fucked up this questionnaire.. lol

okay so now for questions to ask,..if I understand this right that is what i am supposed to do now... hmm

1. Favourite dessert.

2. What would you rather...fine dining or eating around a camp fire?

3. Favourite past time outside of here?

4. If you were a video game character, who would you be? Why?

5. Flight or invisibility?

6. In the case of a zombie apocalypse what would be your escape plan and what would you do to survive?

7. If you could go on a road trip anywhere in the world.. where would you go and what car would you be driving?

8. Who would be in the seat beside you?

9. What would you rather... watch a thunderstorm or close the blinds

10. What 10 questions would you come up with if you could ask anyone anything? (Ya, I so cheated there mu ha ha a ha)

Feel free to answer.. or not. Open to anybody just copy and paste the last 10 questions.. not the whole thing like I did... oops... cause that would be wrong.. Oh and if you made it all the way down here after this long ass ramble .. GOLD STAR FOR YOU! :)

#thundernerds #q and a #gumnut-logic #what have you gotten me into #thunderbirds fandom

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wisestfool · 5 years

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&. but the desert was my home

It was sunset in the Californian desert and April’s water bottle was empty but she didn’t mind much. She had a motorbike with her and the house she was renting for now was only six miles away. Seeing Aaron—Dion, now—threw her in for a loop but that was how being an immortal was. On some level, April was aware that she would run into him again; but, she did have a three century steak on and was willing for that to continue. It didn’t help with all the developments in her life before that and how chaotic New Haven was getting. She had to step out for a bit and she would be back—that’s what she told Auburn and Eleanor. Mark she didn’t need to say anything too because they both knew as long as she owed him money, if he needed her, he would get her.

But, it was time to head back anyway as the sun was setting. For all people wrote poetics about sunsets, the only place April hasn’t seen one yet was is in both Arctics.

(She was a desert child, after all)

Thousands of years later—and her mother would be so proud of this—April still felt the need to go home on time. She strives to be home by sunset because that was (with few exceptions) her curfew. Before it got dark and cold because while the desert sun was harsh, it’s frigid cold came when the sun abandoned them. Neferu would always have to drag her and Renni home because they always wanted to play more or do more outside. But, Neferu—oldest and had responsibility put upon him—was the one who had to reign it in. The short number of times her and Renni managed to convince him (bold of April to say she convinced Neferu of anything, Renni was the one who always did) always ended with stern words from her mother and her father hiding a grin behind his hands.

April never got scolded by her mother, never got kissed by her mother. April never got picked up by her father and put on his shoulders. April never got pushed by Renni (for him to apologize over and over) or swung by Neferu. All that was saved for Aya.

Aya died, though. She drowned in the Nile while helping her father and brothers. She died in Neferu’s arms as he tried to resuscitate her and her father shocked and sobbing. Renni, she remembered in those first last moments, was as still as a statue for the first time in his life. But when Aya opened her eyes again, hours after being dead, she wasn’t brought home, no, she was taken to the Temple of Osiris. A gift, they all said, a gift from the god of death. A child, her mother said quietly and a little scared, she is just a child.

The Great Temple of Osiris was a beautiful building but it felt as if it was a cage of some kind. She could see her family but not everyday and never not all day. She studied more on the gods—on Osiris—and praised them. Maybe it was a gift at first, but soon that home was gone. The Romans came and she ran, tried to run home but no one was there anymore. Neferu, Renni, her mother and father were all dead by that point.

The soldiers killed their town’s gift from their gods and laughed. And she was brought back and she knew better than to stay this time.

She never got that home again, not her family and not her town. Even the city in the Upper Nile where she was born left history. Forgotten as it was, ancient as it was, as mortals build new places along the Nile. April could trace back her steps and only find sand. She knew that it was still there—somewhere. But the first time she went; she felt hollow and a little sad that she went home again to find nothing and no one. Not even houses or evidence that she once lived there. Some parts of that place remained, but not the parts she cared for. Newer people were there with their newer buildings. Newer roots came and claimed the land and not even April could begrudge them that.

(The second time was during her honeymoon with Aaron. When she spoke about wanting to explore the desert so, she brought him to that spot. Where her town was buried in the sand, away from the more modern Egypt towns, she held his hand and inwardly despaired how she could never grasp that feeling of home again. She felt a little close to it, with Aaron there with her. He never asked too many questions about that odd day; at the time she was grateful, but now she wishes he did because she was sure enough to crack and tell him—tell someone—about it, but they both stayed silent.)

In the early 1900s, news broke of archaeologists finding an old Egyptian town underground—Abydos they called it. She was visiting Auburn in Middle America and when she read the paper's announcement. She cracked a smile and told Auburn across the table, “It was actually called Abdju.” Now, April remembered the look Auburn gave her, as if she was going to ask a question, but decided against it. After that brief hesitation on her best friend’s part, April added, “But they always get some stuff wrong. It was a religious city, though, I’ll give them that.”

To this day, April does not know what Auburn was going to ask her, but she isn’t sure if Auburn remembers anyway. A lot has happened since then. As she told Auburn, Abdju was a religious city. One of the oldest towns in Egypt. Where they had the cult of Osiris, mummified corpses and one very special one that April for a few years touched. They thought was the body of Osiris and at the ceremony, she would thank him for her life. By now, the mortals to reveal is was an older Pharaoh’s body. By now, April had stopped following the religion she grew up with. She still enjoys the stories, though—how could she not? That place was her home and she has never been truly home since then. If she gets drunk or high enough, she can imagine her mother calling her in at dusk. The need was always in her heart. If she could speak to her mother, April would tell her that she finally understood.

Her mother was someone April tried to emulate whenever she had children of her own. A lot of her rules were the same—be in before dark, wash up before you eat, help me prepare food and please do not play so roughly. Strict but always ready to kiss away the tears or pain. A child her mother had said, so quietly but so scared, she’s just a child. And until April uttered the same words, holding the corpse of her first son, she never understood why her mother was insistent on that fact. Her mother, the strict parent, she never understood. She knew her mother loved her, but was often annoyed at her mother's strength. Because it meant more rules. It meant consequences for breathing them. But she understands, now. More than her mother would ever know.

Because even though her daughter was brought back to life, her mother still lost her little Aya. Gift, they all said. Child, her mother replied.

Now, as April, she has floated through millenniums looking for her family again. Sometimes she finds it, sometimes it’s even with other immortals. But, it breaks up at times too which is no one’s fault, really, because they are all different yet alike. The one thing they all have in common is their immortality. And different immortal have different relationships with it. April most of the time detests it. April suspects that Auburn enjoys it for the perks, of being able to live through times and see advances. Also--the people like Auburn. Fay. Dylan. Dion, too. Even with the setbacks that an immortal life has. Sometimes, the breaking up parts, made her sad. On the flip side, she would carve her own little life and be happy for a few years. Any and all years were few when so many died but she stayed alive.

April got onto her bike and began driving back. In the back of her mind was her imaging Renni’s reaction to something so fast and something even you can fit in, Aya! And how much her mother would hate these things, especially near Renni and her father. And her. Only Neferu would be allowed.

Thoughts like those, though—they hurt her. Because they would never know what it would be like. Because they’ve been dead for over two thousands years and her, she stayed alive. She shed her name (only once, unlike other Immortals) and she tried to move on from that. But April never got the hang of the whole on part of that. She just moves. Still as the portraits in that like the walls of her basement, always afraid of forgetting, of being at peace with it, of leaving them all behind.

Slowly, April came to a stop in front of the house. It was small, with an air condition unit and one story tall. It was enough for a few months of escape, but April knew she had to go back at some point. Theoretically, she could go, but she was tired of moving and moving and never confronting whatever it was that created this void that she couldn’t ever completely fill, of this feeling of despair they followed her so often and so much.

She didn’t go to Egypt, because it hurt now. They made her into a gift, into someone, no something, that proved that their gods listened. Maybe somewhere in her original tongue, in the writings on the walls, there is the story of Aya—of Osiris’ gift, of proof of his power, but that story is a lie.

She kicked the stand on the bike and left it in front of the house. April had to go back and when she did, she wouldn’t let herself be dragged by the negatives that threatened.

Maybe she would have some tea (or wine) with Auburn and Noel—Richard, too as he lives there now. She would enjoy those moments and do something normal. Maybe ask Eleanor out again, bring Auburn too for a Girl’s night. Maybe she would offer Fay some Olive branch (because both of them were stubborn about that). Maybe she would even call Mark and ask him over and they can pretend to argue over silly things (like the money she owes him). Maybe she would party with Adrian. So many maybes. Maybe even, she would answer one of Dion’s texts.

Most importantly, she would work the on part of moving on. Home could be found again, perhaps after that.

#muse: drabble

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smoaking-greenarrow · 7 years

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What’s in the Ground Belongs to You: Chapter One

Summary:

Felicity and Oliver are enjoying their honeymoon when she meets a mysterious woman at a bar.

Chapter One: Calm on A03.

Patience was never really her strong suit, especially when Oliver had promised a night full of tequila, the beach, and dancing. All things he hated, but was willing to do for her. Their honeymoon was proving to be one of the best times of her life, blowing their summer trip after defeating Ra's out of the water.

Things finally felt right. Perfect. Oliver was happier than she'd ever seen him. Every time her ring caught his attention, whether she toyed with it or it glinted in the sunlight; a slow, delicious smile would spread across his lips. It was like he was being reminded that they were married and everything was perfect. They finally did it and they were finally happy. She knew the feeling, because he picked up a habit ever since he had a ring on his finger. He would sometimes get a distant look on his face, staring at nothing, and whenever his thoughts drifted off, he'd twist his ring. She'd asked a couple of times what he was thinking about when she noticed him doing it; and his answers had ranged from "you," to "our future," to things that he was nervous about or afraid of. But he always answered honestly. She liked that it seemed to be some kind of anchor for him.

Instead of rubbing his fingers together like he used to when he was worrying, he twisted his ring; and he'd told her that it was a reminder of the light she brought into his life. Luckily for them, that conversation had been on a deserted beach in the middle of the night, and no one had to witness her inability to keep her hands off of him.

She never really got tired of the beach, although Oliver sometimes grew sick of it. But tonight, she had her heart set on a warm night on the sand watching the waves.

With dancing. And tequila. And maybe swimming naked in the ocean if her absolutely gorgeous husband would get off his phone.

He was talking to Thea, which stopped her every time she wanted to whine at him to hang up. It'd been an hour, but she bit back her complaints, knowing that she'd spent the past couple of weeks being spoiled by him, and she had to reign in her impatience. He missed Thea, and she did too, but she'd already had her time to talk to her new sister in-law.

She felt a little guilty about being impatient, and did her best to act normal, but she couldn't sit still. She sat on the small porch with her feet in the ocean, the door to their bungalow open where she could see Oliver over her shoulder. He'd moved from lying on the bed, to leaning against the dresser, to pacing around the room as Thea caught him up on everything happening back at home. It wasn't that Felicity didn't care, she just didn't want to know every little detail right at that moment. Oliver didn't seem too interested in the conversation either, but she knew that he probably just wanted to hear his sister's voice.

Oliver kept throwing glances at her, his eyes apologizing and making her feel worse for being antsy. She was trying not to watch him too much or make him feel pressured to hang up. Even if it was their honeymoon and their first night in Bora Bora.

She sighed, standing up from her seat and walking over to the edge of the bed where he sat. Oliver angled the phone down towards his neck when she leaned over to kiss him. She pecked his lips, then the corner of his mouth, then his cheek. "I'm going to go check out the bar, meet me there when you're done." She whispered.

Oliver's brow furrowed, "I can just call her back tomorrow." He whispered back, and they both heard the sharp 'I heard that!' from Thea before she could even protest.

Felicity laughed, speaking a little louder since Thea could hear anyway, "No, it's okay. It's right on the beach, I'll catch the sunset and grab a drink." She kissed him again, and then put her mouth to the phone, "I love you, Thea!"

Thea begrudged her jealously over Felicity's plans of a drink and a sunset before returning the sentiment and quickly rambling off more details of whatever story she'd been telling. "I'll be there soon," Oliver said, turning his head up for one more kiss. Felicity obliged, tossing her purse over her shoulder. "I love you."

Felicity winked, "I love you too, husband."

Oliver rolled his eyes but clearly loved the sound of it as much as she did. She couldn't stop. Every chance she got, she called him that, or referred to him as it. One waitress even gave them a free desert because Felicity's overuse of "my husband" throughout their interactions tipped her off to their newlywed status. Felicity had felt embarrassed when their waitress and four staff members had brought out a cake with sparklers on it as if it was someone's birthday; but Oliver hadn't been able to stop laughing, making it completely worth it.

She made her way out of the little bungalow they shared and onto the pier, following it to the sand. Bora Bora was one of the most beautiful places she'd seen, and she was grateful that they'd chosen to island hop for their honeymoon.

Traveling was a lot less stressful when you went from one tropical paradise to the next. It was also well planned, so they earned themselves enough time off from work to give themselves a month long honeymoon and vacation.

They chose their destinations together one night before the wedding; both of them giggling like school children while they fantasized the details over a world map and a bottle of wine on their living room floor. And then Felicity mapped out their route, and Oliver made sure they had everything they needed; and they left, choosing hotels or, like Bora Bora, tropical bungalows, as they traveled.

It had sounded so incredible, but now that it was already half over, Felicity wished they'd made it a two month adventure instead of one.

Their bungalow was so close to the bar that she could hear the music as soon as she reached the beach; amazed that the sound hadn't reached the pier with lined bungalows.

She glanced back at Oliver, seeing her husband as he paced on the pier, laughing at something Thea had said. He tipped his head back and brought his hand to his chest. Even though she couldn't hear him over the music, she was thrilled that she knew exactly what his voice sounded like when he laughed like that. For someone who struggled just to smile when she met him, it made her heart flutter that now he laughed as if he was so carefree and comfortable. Unburdened.

He'd gotten a tan that deepened with each new adventure they went on. His skin looked bronze in the light of the setting sun, glowing as he walked barefoot across the boardwalk, unaware that his wife was admiring him from the beach along with probably every other woman that caught sight of him.

She bit her lip, damn that man is beautiful.

Her other problem, along with calling him 'husband' obnoxiously, was her inability to keep her hands off of him. It'd gotten them into some trouble when they'd gotten carried away in a hotel pool in the early hours of the morning...but it had also motivated some pretty amazing memories; like the night they'd gone out to dinner and he'd stupidly chosen to wear the same blue shirt he'd been wearing the first time he asked her on a date. She couldn't stop touching him the whole meal, much to his amusement. That one had ended in the women's restroom where she'd ripped off all of the buttons on that shirt and he'd had to walk through the restaurant with messy hair and an unbuttoned shirt. They never went to that restaurant again, and Oliver swore he never would.

She knew that once she had a couple of drinks in her, the poor patrons of this beach in Bora Bora would be left with similar memories.

She approached the outdoor bar, sitting on a stool and waiting for Oliver before they looked at the inside. It was already the coolest bar she'd been to, there was a large bonfire in the sand where the staff was roasting food, and she could see another fire in the middle of the room inside the hut-shaped bar, a row of candle-lit tables illuminating the space. The outdoor bar was just as gorgeous, with a small waterfall behind the bartender, in the midst of hundreds of alcohol bottles.

She ordered a Bora Daze first, wanting to try every tropical sounding drink that their custom menu offered and knowing that Oliver would probably only have one drink with tequila in it before he settled on beer for the rest of the night.

A shot glass slid in front of her and she frowned down at the lime on top of it. "I didn't order this," she said to the bartender, who used the bottle of rum in his hand to point to a woman at the end of the bar.

She smiled when Felicity looked at her, getting up and walking towards her.

The bright red hair was the first thing she noticed. Paired with her ivory skin, she kind of stood out among the dark haired islanders and the tanned and sun burnt tourists. She flinched as she remembered her Bali sunburn fiasco. Thankful that her skin had only tanned after that. Felicity wondered if the woman had spent her vacation hiding inside or if she just had really good sunscreen.

As the woman sat down beside her, she smirked, "Sunscreen. It works magic."

Felicity yelped, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was using my outside voice."

The woman laughed, "I'm Keita."

Felicity reached out to shake her hand, "Felicity," she said, noticing intricate tattoos that covered the woman's pale arm. "Wow," she said, "That's beautiful. How long did that take?"

Keita shrugged, glancing down at her tattoos, "All together? About six years. I got it done very slowly."

Felicity let her eyes roam up and down her arm, covered from her shoulder to her wrist in various flowers, plants, and designs, an array of colors and shades. Felicity stared, "I think that's the prettiest tattoo I've ever seen. It looks like a piece of art right there on your arm."

Keita smiled, genuinely pleased. "Thank you."

"No problem," Felicity smiled back, "Thanks for the shot." She said. She hesitated for a moment, knowing that taking drinks from strangers wasn't the smartest idea. But then she shrugged, thinking, this is paradise, not a college frat house. She lifted the shot glass and reached for the salt, wanting to do the free tequila justice. She salted her hand, licked it off, knocked back the shot, and bit down on the slice of lime. Felicity raised her hand to the bartender, ordering one more for the woman. "Your turn." She said, sliding the drink over to Keita.

Keita gave her another smile, appreciative of the returned gesture. She watched as her mysterious new friend took the shot, wondering what she was doing here by herself. Most people travel to exotic islands with their loved ones, not alone, she thought before realizing that Keita was probably wondering the same thing about her. Both women happened to be sitting alone at a bar on a crowded beach without any company, and the red haired stranger had taken the opportunity to meet someone new. Felicity frowned. This is a tropical island, after all, not an ally in Star City. She mentally kicked herself for having to remind herself that there wasn't danger here, to relax and enjoy the peace.

"So," Felicity sighed, "Keita is a pretty name," dropping her shoulders as her Bora Daze was placed in front of her and she took a sip.

"It means 'forest'. In Irish." Keita said.

Felicity nodded, admiring her long, curly hair. She'd always wished her hair wasn't so thin, and she began to develop some serious hair envy as Keita threw her fiery locks over her shoulder, letting it all fall down her back where it nearly reached the chair she sat in.

"Is that what made you want the tattoos?" Felicity asked, gesturing to the woodland patterns.

A smile played at her lips. "That and other things. Maybe the name started it, but I grew up being very fascinated with nature. I actually studied botany in college."

Felicity raised an eyebrow, sucking her drink down until it was half empty. "Wow," she said, "I can't say that's a field I've heard very often." She laughed, "Who would have thought you'd meet your opposite on a beach in Bora Bora? I'm a bit of a computer nerd." She smiled, "Nature vs. Technology and all that."

Keita looked her over; the sundress, tanned skin, flip flops, and sunglasses on top of her head. "You don't look like much of a nerd."

Felicity laughed, "I'm on a bit of a break, honeymooning with my new husband." She held up her hand, proudly showing her the ring. "Last time we vacationed, I told him I wouldn't touch technology, which I kind of lied about, so this time I promised to leave everything but my cell phone at home. And weirdly...I don't really miss it. It's hard to miss a computer screen with views like this..." She said, trailing off as she watched the sun setting over the ocean. She frowned, realizing that she missed Oliver and wanted to be looking at that view with him.

Felicity rolled her eyes at herself. Cheese ball. Marriage and honeymoons had turned her into a total cheese ball. Missing Oliver when she'd just seen him fifteen minutes ago and he was a two minute walk down the beach...she snorted.

Keita glanced at her, curiosity in her eyes. "Nothing beats views like that." She smiled, looking out at the water and the pink sky.

"So," Felicity said, sipping the last of her drink and feeling buzzed. "What brings you to Bora Bora?"

Keita pursed her lips together, analyzing Felicity for a moment before responding. "I'm looking for a flower."

Felicity hesitated, thrown off guard by her response. Everything about this woman made her curious, "What kind of flower?"

"Aconitum."

Felicity watched her for a moment, trying to put her Arrow feelers out and get into a suspicious mindset instead of her drunk, tropical beach sunset mindset. She recognized the word, but she took a moment to study her companion, trying to read her, wishing she had Oliver's senses at that moment. When it didn't seem like Keita planned to elaborate, Felicity cocked her head to the side, "Wolf's bane?" She asked.

Keita raised an eyebrow, "I'm surprised," she smirked, "for a self-proclaimed tech nerd, you seem to know your plants."

Felicity laughed, feeling a little uneasy about her new drinking pal searching for a deadly plant. After convincing herself to put her guard down, she felt a little more on edge about it, trying to decide if the woman had seemed off before the weird flower comment. "It's not so much of knowledge of plants as it is that I'm a nerd in every sense, not just technology. I only recognize the name from werewolf movies."

Keita watched her as if she was unsure if she was kidding or not, and Felicity shrugged. Keita laughed, "I like you, Felicity."

Felicity smiled as Keita stood up, "Thanks," Felicity smiled, trying to figure out a way to question her about the flower she was looking for, without coming across like a vigilante, or a cop or something. She smoothed her hands over her lap, there had to be more reasons for wanting such a plant; obviously she wasn't trying to kill any mythical creatures. But the fact that she'd traveled to Bora Bora looking for it was strange. Keita pushed her chair in, placing her sunglasses over her eyes even though the sun was almost set behind the ocean. "You're leaving?" She asked.

Keita picked up her wallet from the bar, "If the hunk coming down the beach is your husband, then I don't think you need my company anymore." She winked at her, "I hope we meet again someday, Felicity." She said, leaving without another word or explanation.

She watched Keita for another moment, and then glanced over to see Oliver walking towards the bar, his hands in his pockets and a baseball cap over his head. She glanced between him and her previous companion until the mane of red hair was out of sight, heading up a path that she knew led to a few hotels.

Oliver reached the bar, a brilliant smile crossing his face as his eyes found her. He sat down beside her. Oliver flipped his hat backwards so he could lean in and kiss her cheek. "Hi." he smiled.

She smiled back, distracted by the look in his eyes as if she was the only one on the whole beach that he could see. "Hi." she said breathlessly, throwing one more glance in Keita's direction, knowing she was out of sight by now.

"I missed you."

Felicity let out a laugh, "I missed you too. Going home is going to be hell if we can't even spend twenty minutes apart without missing each other." She teased, poking his side.

Oliver caught her hand and held it, settling their fingers onto her lap. He groaned, "Don't talk about going home yet. We still have two weeks and three more islands to see."

Felicity bit her lip to hide her smile, enjoying how relaxed his face looked; no worry lines creasing around his eyes, his mouth in a gentle smile rather than a tight line. He raised an eyebrow at her, "I know that look." He said, his lips curling into a crooked, cocky smile.

She squeezed his hand, "What look?"

"The 'I am so in love with you, I can't even control myself' look."

Her mouth dropped, "That is not what I look like!"

He laughed, "Don't worry, I know I've had the same look on my face for the past two weeks, Felicity. I love making you happy, and I don't think I've ever seen you this relaxed. And I know I've never been happier than this."

She nodded, fighting a smile. "Fair enough."

He brought her hand to his lips, pressing kisses against her fingers as he looked over the bottles, waiting for the bartender's attention. "What'd you get?" He asked.

Felicity looked down at her empty glass, "Bora Daze. You should try it. I also had a tequila shot." She hesitated, "Did you see the redhead sitting here when you walked up?"

Oliver glanced at her, "No, what redhead?"

Felicity shook her head, wondering if Oliver would fall back into Arrow-mode if she relayed her conversation with Keita. "Never mind. I met a woman, she bought me a shot and we talked." She shrugged, not wanting to test Oliver's peaceful mood by mentioning the strangeness of her beautiful drinking partner. What would they even do? Track her down and question her about a flower? Demand to know why she liked plants and was interested in one?

She looked back at Oliver, a wide, devious smile spreading over her face as she leaned forward, rubbing her nose against his. "You promised me dancing." She teased.

He huffed out a laugh, "You promised me that I could get drunk first."

#arrow #olicity #olicity fanfiction #olicity fic #what's in the ground belongs to you

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Remembrance

Dracolord1208

AO3

Summary:

Even after being married to Symmetra for a few months Junkrat still has kept a few secrets from Symmetra some even from himself. With their upcoming trip to Australia Symmetra will learn even more about her husband and his family.

DAY 5 Family

“Don’t look back honey. Keep running okay. No matter what happens keep moving! Don’t worry about me and your father we will be okay. Just keep running until you hit the sand. Okay? You have to be strong. Promise me Jamison. I need you to promise me take your brother and, ”

The world went silent as the sky was filled with light.

Junkrat jumped up completely at attention as he woke up taking in the environment before he relaxed. He had the dream again. The only sane dream he had left in his mind. The dream at this point felt foreign to his normal nightmares. A memory from so long ago that even now Junkrat was uncertain it was even real.

Junkrat began to study the room to ground himself in reality further. The sun was starting to peek through the window so he had to have had at least six hours of sleep which would explain the nightmare. Judging by the décor of the room he was in Satya’s room. Looking to his left confirmed this with Symmetra’s sleeping body.

“You okay, Jamie?” Even in her groggy morning state, Satya was able to tell that Jamison was dealing with something.

“Yeah, just had that dream again. So here I am trying to figure out what’s real and what’s a dream and this drop dead gorgeous girl is in bed with me and is trying to say she’s my wife, and if someone told me it was a dream I wouldn’t doubt them for a second.”

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too. It’s too early for your sweet talking, though. At least let me brush my teeth first.”

“Nope. Time for morning kisses.”

Symmetra was immediately awake and was unsuccessfully trying to push Junkrat away before he could smother her with kisses. His laugh was contagious as the two quickly collapsed into a laughing pile on the bed.

“So, want to talk about your dream?”

“Not yet. I need to get my head around it for a bit. Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Symmetra responded as she brought Jamison into another kiss.

The two eventually decided to start the day. Although Junkrat and Symmetra were married for the last four months not much changed when it came to their living conditions. When they got married Overwatch offered to move them to one of the larger family orientated dorms but they refused. Junkrat, however, did find himself sleeping in Satya’s room more often than his own. After preparing breakfast the two heading out to complete their task for the day.

When the couple met for lunch Jamison had a somber look on his face.

“Is everything alright, Jamie?”

“Yeah well. Um. Would you be able to take some time off of work for a while?”

“How long?”

“About a week.”

Symmetra calculated her remaining vacation hours while Junkrat waited patiently. “I believe that I can work that out. Why?”

“I was hoping we could visit my family. Think of it like a second smaller honeymoon.”

Symmetra was caught off guard at this since the topic of Junkrat’s family was typically ignored. Junkrat would often deflect it with conflicting stories of their locations. When Satya was making the guest list, they both had no direct family to invite, so Symmetra was thoroughly surprised.

“That would be an entertaining adventure.”

“That’s what I thought I’ll get Trace to fly us there in the morning, so we have time so get set up.”

The rest of the day was spent on the phone while packing for the trip. Symmetra and Junkrat took leave from Overwatch and Symmetra had all of her calls be forwarded to her assistant at Vishkar. Symmetra was not sure what to pack for the adventure, so she over packed even with Junkrat’s protest. When the morning came, they were packed up in an orca, and they arrived in Sydney by midday. Symmetra checked them into a nice hotel where they had a lovely lunch at the connected restaurant.

After a day of relaxing and sightseeing, they retired to their hotel for a romantic night alone. In the morning Junkrat explained that they would have to get ready for their trip. The plan was to rent transportation and supplies to drive across most of Australia while avoiding the attention of the Junkers and the authority. Even with that, the trip would only be around two days.

“So why do we have to travel so far?”

“Well Sydney is one of the few cities that didn’t get hit too hard from the omnium, so I figured it would be more fun to make a trip than to have Trace just drop us off.”

Symmetra was enjoying the trip, but the constant assault of sand was souring her mood as time went on. “Where exactly are we going?”

“Small town called Warburton.”

“What’s in Warburton?”

Junkrat’s mood dropped as he recollected the town’s features. “Well, not much now but it’s our first stop.”

Not wanting to push his discomfort she dropped the topic. After camping out, they arrived at what was left of the town by the next morning.

Symmetra didn’t understand why they began to slow down at first. They arrived at what seemed to be a clearing that had some rubble spread within a mile radius, but there were no buildings left standing.

“Jamie? Where are we?”

“Welcome to Warburton. This is where I grew up.” Junkrat pulled the car over and assisted Symmetra in exiting their vehicle. “So this here is the town center. Over to your left, you will find the church. Over there is the Mily where we got all our groceries. There’s the pool we would go to every day, and over there is the Community Center. The grownups would have meetings and parties there all the time.”

Everywhere that Junkrat pointed there was nothing but piles of rock and wood.

“My dad, he was a pilot he is working over there at the Airport. I remember we would wait in the hanger for him to come back so we could be the first to greet him.”

“We?”

“Me and my brother and …” Junkrat face contracted as his struggled to finish his sentence.

“Well, Mom worked as a police officer. Can you believe it, internationally known criminal’s mother was a cop.” Symmetra quickly rushed to pull Jamison into a hug. “Do you think she would have been disappointed?” Junkrat lost all of this confidence and began to cry.

Symmetra was uncertain what to do. This was the third time she had ever seen him cry. The first being, when she had received an almost fatal blow during a fight before the two of them, were together. The other time was recent during their wedding where he broke out into tears during the ceremony. But this time was the worst time because she didn’t know how to make it better.

“Never. You are a hero Jamison. It might have taken a while to get to where you are now, but you did it.”

“Thank you.” Jamison began to regain his composure, and he began to lead Satya down the street.

“Welcome to Casa de Fawkes.” Junkrat lead Satya to a rubble pile that seemed to be the most house like. “This was my house. This is also where my family is.” Jamison led Symmetra to the backyard of the house where three gravestones were placed.

“Well, here they are well not exactly but close enough. My dad was making supply runs for the resistance when the Omnium went up, so his plane went down somewhere. My mom told us to run and keep running until we hit the desert. Ha. Can you imagine it a kid running until he made it to the Simpson? Two thousand kilos at 7. Ha. We started running the last time I saw her she was facing off with three bots.”

“I am so sorry.”

“It’s okay. I came back here later with Roadie and we made graves for them even though there are no bodies in them.”

“Who’s the other grave for.”

“My brother. Noah. He was a good kid. Too good in fact he was with me all the way up till Junker town. Then he just bit it. Trusted someone with his water container. He shanked Noah the instant he had the water. Can you imagine that to kill someone after they have already given you what you wanted?”

Symmetra looked up and saw that Junkrat was crying again. She pulled him into a somewhat awkward sideways hug.

“Well, the bastard got a mouth full of my first RIP tire, so that shows him.”

“I am sorry Jamison. I am glad you shared this with me.”

“Thanks for everything Metra. Thanks for eventually giving me a shot.”

“Not a problem.”

“Thanks for also being so stupid as to fall in love with a mess like me.”

Symmetra smacked his arm playfully. “The only thing stupid about me falling in love with you is how long it took.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Eventually, Symmetra started looking around the remnants of the house while Junkrat continued telling her stories.

“So we just run and jump head first into the pool, and my mom was so furious.”

“Junkrat hold up, come over here.” Symmetra motioned him to come over to where she was in the rubble. “Lift this beam.”

“Okay?” Once Junkrat had lifted the beam a few inches above the ground, Symmetra lifted a disk that was trapped under it.

“Amazing it looks like it works it just needs some power.”

“What you got there?”

“This is an old holodisk. It usually is used for family photos. If I just give it some power, we should be good… and it’s on!”

In Symmetra’s hands now stood an image of a family posing together in front of their house. Junkrat said he was done crying but how was he supposed to feel being shown his late family out of nowhere.

“That’s why you are my dynamite gal.”

“Thank you. Here hold this I have a plan.” Symmetra quickly passed the holodisk to Jamison before she began to put her plan to work.

Symmetra is now having an idea of what the house looked like she started forming a basic wire frame in hard light. Within thirty minutes Symmetra had reconstructed a mere recreation of the house from the image. Junkrat was always impressed by her hard light’s capabilities, but this was by far his favorite creation. Satya, however, was not done the next thing she did go the back yard and create proper gravestones that would be able to stand the test of time.

“I am so glad I married you.”

“I am pleased you enjoy it.”

The two set up camp and began to eat dinner when Symmetra had another question for Junkrat. “So what happened to your sister?”

“My who?”

“Your sister.” Satya looked quizzically at Jamison. “Look. In this picture, you seem to be four or five your brother appears to be a toddler and it seems that your mother is at least five months pregnant. I also found this doll a moment ago.” Satya passed a small knitted toy to Jamison to inspect.

Junkrat only stared at the doll trying to unravel this mystery. “Sister? Did I forget I had a sister?” He started scrubbing through his memories. He began noticing that there was indeed something that he couldn’t place a smudge on his memories that seemed to block something.

“Promise me Jamison. I need you to promise me take your brother and, ” Junkrat was furiously scratching his head when it hit him. “YOUR SISTER.” He suddenly yelled out as his memories started to flood into him again. “Promise me take your brother and, your sister. How? How, how? HOW? How did I forget about Chloe?”

“Is Chloe your sister?”

“Yes, little baby Chloe. Wait what happened to her? Think think think you bastard. What happened to your little sister?” Junkrat began to pace back and forth as he started tearing through his memories in search of the answer.

“The flash happened I grabbed Noah’s arm and pulled him along while I carried Chloe. We stayed on the move for two weeks. We set up camp on the edge of town. I started stealing food to feed us on the edge of the city. I then lost my arm to that blasted omnic trap. I realized that I couldn’t take care of everyone, so I had to do something fast.”

Junkrat body tensed as he remembered what he did. “I gave her away.”

“Oh no.” Symmetra let out a shocked gasp, recoiling from the news.

“No no not like that. Not for money or anything like that I gave her to an orphanage. There was no way they would take in two older kids like Noah and me. So I told he were going to eat with the other kids at the park. So I sneaked us into the orphanage. Then I said I left the food back at camp so I would go and come back. Then me and Noah packed up, and we left for the next city.”

“I am sure you did what you thought was the right thing.”

“I remember telling Noah to suck it up and forget about her, and it would be easier. I guess I took my advice.”

Symmetra did her best to reconcile Junkrat’s new wave of self-loathing. Once Junkrat’s emotions had balanced out Symmetra had an idea.

“Do you remember what orphanage you left her?”

“Maybe. Why?”

“They would probably have records of what happened to her. If she was adopted, then we might be able to find her.”

“You think we could find her?”

“Even if the worst was to have happened, the finding closure should be a priority.”

“Yeah let’s do it. Let’s find Chloe.”

The couple packed the car up and set off to locate the orphanage. Junkrat didn’t remember which orphanage he had left her at so once they arrived in Melbourne they had to ask around. It wasn’t until the third orphanage did they find a clue.

Symmetra was in charge of asking questions while Junkrat was in charge of intercepting the kids on their way to Satya.

“Hello. My name is Satya Vaswani.”

“G’day Satya. How can I help ya? Are you interested in adopting?”

“Unfortunately that is not the goal of today’s visit. I was hoping that you would be able to assist me in finding a lost family member.”

“Oh gosh.”

“Indeed. The women I am searching for was displaced by the war soon after the omnium exploded. Her name was Chloe, and she was left at an orphanage when she was young. I was wondering if you would be able to help me search the records to see if there was any chance she was here.”

“Well we usually do not divulge information about our children, let me grab the manager and see if she could help you.”

The clerk left the counter, hopefully, to get the manager so she could help, looking out the window to her right she saw that Jamison was covered in curious children. It seemed that he was giving them a magic show with more pyrotechnics than she would prefer, but the kids were enjoying it.

“G’day. Pleased to meet you my assistant tells me that you are looking for a family member.”

“Yes. My name is Satya Vaswani, and I am looking for a Chloe Fawkes, although if she was adopted, I suppose there is a chance that she changed her name.”

The manager looked quizzically at Satya. “How old would she be?”

“Well from my understanding she was young when the omnium exploded. Then she would be in her early to mid-twenties.”

“Why are you looking for her?”

“Well, that is a personal matter that I don’t believe I have to share with you.”

The manager analyzed Symmetra carefully. “My name is Chloe Fawkes.”

Symmetra stared at the women in front of her. She was the right age; she had the same type of chaotic blonde hair that Jamison had. The feature that was most defining was her golden eyes. Her eyes that seemed to burn with the same level of explosive chaos that Junkrat had yet her eyes didn’t hold the same burdens that he had.

“Were you left here when you were young?”

“Yes, my awful brother decided that he was better off without me, so he abandoned me here. I then had to live here for the next 16 years. Then I started working here. Now I run the place.”

“Oh no. He didn’t abandon you. He left you here because he wanted you to be safe.”

“How would you know my brothers are dead?”

“Funny story about that. One of your brothers didn't die, and I am in fact married to him.”

Chloe looked at Satya like she was her mad husband.

“Jamie come in here.” Responding to her call, Junkrat finished up with the kids and headed inside.

“G’day. So what’s up did we find my Lil sis?”

Chloe just stared at the person before her; Junkrat was in a disguise so he wouldn’t be recognized.

“Jamie?”

“Ah yes. The name’s Jamison Fawkes, I am looking for my sister Chloe.”

“What happened to her?”

“Well after I lost my arm I couldn’t take care of both her and my brother Noah, so I left her at an orphanage so she would have a better life.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Yeah I wish I left Noah with her. I wish that he didn’t have to fight like we did.”

“What happened to Noah?” Chloe’s voice was beginning to crack.

“Well, he had a bad crossing with the Junkers. They then had a worst crossing with me, but I wish I were able to save him.”

“Noah’s dead?”

“Yeah but came back from his grave.”

“You buried him. Yeah, he is with the rest of the family right now. Never got your name.”

“Chloe. Chloe Fawkes.”

Junkrat responded to the news like he had been slapped across the face. He turned to Satya in hopes of her confirming the news. A single nod was enough to let him know that they found her.

“You’re alive!” Junkrat then proceeded to vault over the counter and pull her up into a giant bear hug. “I was going to bury you.”

Chloe realized that she was missing a part of the conversation and dismissed it embracing the hug further.

The three of them decided to talk throughout the rest of the day. They explained that Junkrat was the infamous Junkrat and that he was working for Overwatch. Symmetra was properly introduced to Chloe as Junkrat’s wife. Chloe informed them about her life and all of her achievements.

Junkrat and Symmetra also decided to help out around the orphanage. Junkrat was fantastic at entertaining the kids while Satya gave the kids some lessons on all sorts of topics.

When their time had finished up, they decided to visit more. While they waited for Tracer to pick them up they set up on the beach to pass the times.

“I just wish I could do more you know. I finally got to meet my sister again, and we just head up and leave.”

“No worries love I have a plan for that.”

Symmetra pulled Junkrat into a kiss as Tracer finally arrived.

The next morning Chloe woke up to find an email explained that an anonymous donor just gifted the orphanage $3,000,000.

Notes:

So of all the days this one is my favorite by far, so I hope you all enjoyed. I hope you all have a good week and life. I love all of you. My Tumblr is http://dracolord1208.tumblr.com/

Series this work belongs to:

« Part 5 of the Draco's Junkmetra Week series

#symmrat week 2017 #day 5 #junkmetra #symmrat #draco original #Junkrat #symmetra

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