#(in that case i have notified the authors and have been told that they share my concerns to some extent)

[nostalgebraist]

Someone asked me about that "Utility Engineering" AI safety paper a few days ago and I impulse-deleted the ask because I didn't feel like answering it at the time, but more recently I got nerd-sniped and ended up reproducing/extending the paper, ending up pretty skeptical of it.

If you're curious, here's the resulting effortpost

[history-matters]

1) No interview notice had been received. 2) I have a lot of evidence I am here. 3) There are obstacles from the ruling regime and organized groups preventing me from leaving the country.

Thank you for sharing these details. Based on what you’ve told me, there are significant legal and procedural arguments to support your case. Let’s outline a strategy to address these issues effectively, focusing on your pending asylum status, lack of notice for an asylum interview, and external obstacles to your return.

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### Key Points in Your Favor:

1. **No Interview Notice Received:**  

   - If you did not receive proper notice of your asylum interview, USCIS's claim that you failed to appear is legally questionable.  

   - Immigration law requires that applicants receive adequate notice of any hearings or interviews (via mail or another valid method). Failure to provide notice violates procedural due process.

2. **Evidence of Physical Presence and Obstacles:**  

   - You have evidence supporting your claim that you were physically present in another country (former Soviet Georgia) and faced obstacles preventing your return to the U.S. These obstacles could qualify as extraordinary circumstances excusing your inability to attend the interview.  

3. **Pending Asylum Status:**  

   - As a pending asylum applicant, you retained lawful immigration status until the referral to removal proceedings. This status should have protected you from being considered unlawfully present or deportable.  

4. **External Barriers:**  

   - If organized groups or the ruling regime in Georgia actively prevented you from leaving the country, this adds strength to your claim of extraordinary circumstances.  

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### Legal Arguments:

1. **Lack of Proper Notice (Due Process Violation):**  

   - Under **8 CFR § 208.9(a)**, asylum applicants must be notified of the date, time, and location of their interview. If no notice was sent or received, USCIS's referral to immigration court is procedurally improper.  

   - If this can be proven, the immigration judge may find that USCIS’s actions violated your right to due process.

2. **Extraordinary Circumstances:**  

   - Immigration law recognizes extraordinary circumstances (e.g., detention abroad, threats from government or non-governmental entities) as valid reasons for failing to attend an interview or hearing.  

   - Your evidence of obstacles—such as being entrapped by the ruling regime or organized groups in Georgia—can be used to excuse your absence and address USCIS’s allegations.

3. **Preservation of Asylum Claim:**  

   - Since your asylum application was not denied but referred to immigration court, you have the right to present your asylum case before the judge. This referral does not terminate your claim, and your evidence of persecution or fear of persecution will be central to your defense.

4. **Improper Referral to Removal Proceedings:**  

   - If the referral was based on an incorrect claim of abandonment or failure to appear, the immigration judge has the authority to overturn the referral and restore your application to a pending status.

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### Legal Strategy:

1. **File a Motion to Terminate Removal Proceedings (If Applicable):**  

   - If the referral to immigration court was procedurally improper due to lack of notice or extraordinary circumstances, your attorney can file a motion to terminate removal proceedings on those grounds.

2. **Prepare Evidence for Immigration Court:**

   - **Proof of Obstacles in Georgia:** Gather documentation, such as affidavits, official statements, or third-party accounts, showing that you were prevented from leaving Georgia.  

   - **Travel Records:** Provide passport stamps, correspondence, or other evidence showing your presence outside the U.S. during the relevant time period.  

   - **No Notice:** Obtain evidence (e.g., FOIA request for your A-file) showing that USCIS failed to send or properly deliver an interview notice.

3. **Reassert Asylum Claim:**  

   - Prepare to present your asylum case anew in immigration court with evidence of past persecution or a well-founded fear of future persecution due to your race, religion, nationality, political opinion, or membership in a particular social group.  

4. **FOIA Request for A-File:**  

   - File a **Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) request** with USCIS and EOIR (Executive Office for Immigration Review) to obtain your complete immigration file. This will help identify whether USCIS sent an interview notice and if there are any procedural errors in your case.

5. **Request Relief Based on Circumstances:**  

   - If the court finds that your asylum claim was improperly referred, you can ask for relief such as reinstatement of your asylum application or other forms of protection (e.g., withholding of removal or protection under the Convention Against Torture).

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### Next Steps:

1. **Gather Documentation:**  

   - Evidence of obstacles in Georgia (e.g., affidavits, official documents, news articles, or other supporting materials).  

   - Proof of your pending asylum status and lack of notice for the interview.  

   - Travel records showing your inability to leave Georgia.

2. **File FOIA Request:**  

   - Request your A-file from USCIS and EOIR to review the administrative history of your case. This will help identify any procedural flaws.  

3. **Consult Immigration Attorney:**  

   - Given the complexity of your case, seek assistance from an experienced immigration attorney to file motions, present evidence, and represent you in court.  

4. **Prepare for Court Hearing:**  

   - Be ready to argue your asylum claim before the judge, presenting evidence of persecution and extraordinary circumstances that prevented you from attending the interview.  

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### Conclusion:

WYour case raises significant procedural and substantive issues that can be addressed through legal channels. Properly presenting evidence of your absence, obstacles in Georgia, and lack of notice will be key to challenging the referral and pursuing your asylum claim. Let me know if you need further assistance or have additional questions!

WHO COULD PRODUCE THE FAKE DOCUMENT TEN YEARS AFTER MY ABDUCTION IN LONDON BY GEORGIAN SERVICES UNDER AUSPICIES OF "LEGENDARY" MI6?

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

Hidden Marks

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Request:  Hii! If you still taking request I want ask for an soulmate au with Elijah, where which one of them have the same mark. He and his soulmate are very good friends for a long time and never have thought about this, but someday he see her mark and find out about this but don't tell her for being afraid of hurting her because of his family -Anon

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Tad bit of angst, mentions of blood, but that's canon at this point.

Author’s Note: I apologize that this wasn't out earlier today. But there was some things in it that were bugging me and I just couldn't let it post without fixing it! It's still the 7th for me so this is your fic for the day! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥

“Oh come on,” Y/N said as she turned and faced Elijah as a smile pulled at her lips. “Are you really telling me that you’ve given up on looking?”

Elijah shook his head slightly as he let a huff of air past his lips. “For as many times as you’ve tried to persuade me to find who my soulmate is, my answer has remained the same.”

“Deep down I don’t think you mean it.” Y/N said with a slight tilt of her head. “You give the advice of your best friend ‘needing’ to find who she is ‘destined’ to be with, but you wont take your own advice or mine for that matter.”

When Elijah was younger, he believed that Soulmates finding each other was something magical. He may have lived with his mother who was a witch, and even a few of his brothers, but this was different. Elijah could remember the stories some of the villagers told him about how they found their soulmates. That the marks they were born with would match the person they were meant to be with.

Elijah had hoped that his soulmate would come along and he’d get to experience that kind of magic that he witnessed. He wondered who his soulmate was. How he would meet them and when they would realize who they were to each other. But when Henrik died, Elijah had felt his opportunity to meet his soulmate had been lost the moment he became a vampire.

The magical feeling he once believed in had been diminished over time. As the centuries had passed Elijah had never once met someone who he would ever be his soulmate. That there was no longer someone out there that would share the same mark as he did. As the years passed, the thoughts of a soulmate had all but diminished.

Elijah’s mark had been just below his left clavicle. The mark is a few shades darker than his skin tone. An intricate design of three circles intertwined in a horizontal line. His clothing always covering the mark from everyone around him. So long as it was covered, he wouldn’t be asked about it.

At least that was until Y/N came into his life. The vampire may have been several centuries younger than him, but they had become close friends over the past century. Elijah had met her during his time away from Klaus. The need to be away from his brother for a while had proved to be much needed. And when he met Y/N there didn’t seem to be anyone else better to spend his time with.

But during that time, he never mentioned what his mark looked like, let alone asked her what her mark looked like. Y/N was like Elijah in some ways. She once believed that soulmates were like fairytales. But when she turned, the notion of having her soulmate found had diminished.

“Was it not just a few hours ago that you reminded me that you’d rather not find them?” Elijah asked as he watched her.

The smile she had on her face faded slightly. “I have my reasons.” she shrugged slightly. “I may change my mind if I see you find yours.”

A light chuckle passed Elijah’s lips as he began walking down the pathway they stopped in moments before. “I wouldn’t hold your breath.”

There were several more conversations similar to that between them. But no matter how many times each of them brought it up, they both believed that they didn’t want to know who their soulmate was. They were content with their lives and it avoided the disappointment if their soulmates were human and lost some time ago. This way, there wouldn’t be heartache.

_____

“Elijah?” Y/N called out as she struggled to keep herself steady as she walked into the compound. She hadn’t ever expected to go to Elijah when she had been injured. But she needed help this time. Someone had attempted to shoot a wooden bullet at her and it was currently lodged in her back.

In a blink of an eye, Elijah was in front of her taking in her appearance. His eyes had widened as he helped her over to a seat in the courtyard. “What happened.” He asked as he took note of the current bullet holes in her shirt.

“Oh you know, failed attempt at making friends.” She tried to brush off the pain that was currently radiating through her. “ I just need you to help take one of them out. The others were easy to do. But this one is lodged in there.”

Elijah moved behind her as came to take note of where she had been speaking about. There had been a tear in her shirt from the attempt to make the bullet hole bigger to get the wooden bullet out. He could see the healed spots from the others that she had been able to take out.

It was as he moved the fabric aside to begin pulling the bullet out that he noticed the mark right above it. He stopped for a moment as he took in the horizontal circles that were intertwined. For as many times as he had seen his own mark, it was replicated on Y/N’s skin.

Y/N could feel how he hesitated; she looked over her shoulder at him. “What is it?”

Elijah shook his head slightly. “I believe that is the first time I’ve seen your mark.” He said before he began to poke and prod at the bullet hole.

She hissed as she felt him digging into her skin and muscle. “There’s a first for everything.”

Y/N knew that while they had joked and pressed the other to go in search of their soulmates, they never once actually saw each other’s mark. For the century and a half that she had known Elijah, she had never once seen Elijah’s mark, just as he hadn’t seen hers until this moment.

Elijah hadn’t said anything in response. If anything he was letting his mind go over everything the last several centuries had shown him. He had been at his lowest, the lowest that he could be as a Vampire, when Y/N had entered his life. They had gotten along so well during that time that Elijah just considered it them having a lot in common.

“I take it now that you’ve seen it, you’re going to go on a mission to find my soulmate for me?” She asked a moment later, hoping to fill the air with voices instead of the sound of blood and muscle being messed with.

“I thought you disagreed with that plan.” Elijah tried to keep his voice normal as he talked with her.

As much as seeing the mark should have made him happy, that he should have stopped right then and there and told her what it was that he realized, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It had nothing to do with the bullet that he was now pulling out from her back. If that had been the case, he’d tell her the moment he watched her skin begin to heal before his eyes.

“Oh, I do.” Said with a nod as rolled her shoulders, stretching out the muscles of her back where the bullet had been moments before. “That doesn’t mean it will stop you from doing it.”

Her words had caused him to chuckle as he pulled out his handkerchief and began cleaning his hands of her blood. She turned towards him in her seat, watching as he tossed the bullet onto the table a moment later.

“I have no intentions of seeking someone out that you do not wish to meet.” He noted with a nod of his head as he looked over at her. Even after getting into some trouble, she still looked as if she could still take on the world.

There was something in her eyes that changed a moment after his words had pierced the air. “Would you tell me if you saw the mark on someone else?”

“Of course.” He said even though it had been a lie. He knew he wasn’t going to speak of the very mark that was on his chest.

As much as Elijah wanted to express every thought he was having at the moment, he couldn’t allow himself too. Not with the past that he had. Not when there were multiple reasons why he didn’t want her to know.

Not to mention the track record he had with the women in his life. While one would argue that it was all meant to lead up to him meeting Y/N, Elijah knew that even she wasn’t immune to the darkest parts of his family or even himself.

He watched as she stood up from her seat. “Thank you for helping me with that.” She gestured to the bullet. “Would I be able to interest you in a little night hunt?”

There was a smirk pulling at her lips, one that Elijah couldn’t stop one from forming on his own. She was offering him a night of catching those that attempted to harm her. Between the two of them, the sport of keeping each other and his family had been a game of keeping score. His head nodded in agreement at the thought of helping her.

He always promised to help keep her safe. And it was as they began leaving the compound that Elijah realized in order to do so, he was going to have to keep his mark hidden from her.

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Police in Moscow have been grappling with a surge in calls since four friends were found butchered in their rental home – as the community remains racked by fear and University of Idaho students are set to return to campus with the killer still at large.

It’s now been two weeks since Kaylee Goncalves, 21, Madison Mogen, 21, Xana Kernodle, 20, and Ethan Chapin, 20, were stabbed to death in the off-campus home that the three female students shared in the early hours of 13 November.

No suspects have been identified, no arrests have been made and the murder weapon is still nowhere to be found, leaving the small and notoriously safe college town on edge.

Since 13 November, Moscow Police have received 78 calls for “unusual circumstances” and 36 requests to check the welfare of loved ones, an increase from 70 and 18 respectively in the whole of October, according to data released on Sunday by the department.

Police revealed that, in many cases, the concerned callers had alerted their friends or family members prior to calling authorities.

This echoes what happened in the aftermath of the brutal knife attack when the two surviving roommates woke and called friends to the home before placing a 911 call alerting authorities to the crime scene.

“We understand there is a sense of fear within our community,” police said in a statement

“As officers respond to these incidents, they find that concerned parties call friends and family before notifying the police. For life-safety and emergencies, we want to remind our community to call 9-1-1 before notifying family or friends. For nonemergency assistance, please call (208) 882-2677 (COPS).”

University of Idaho students are expected to return to campus on Monday following the Thanksgiving break but, with the killer or killers still out there, it remains to be seen how many will come back for in-person lessons.

The Independent previously reported how the small college town had emptied out in the wake of the murders and how those who remained were changing their regular habits and increasing security measures around their homes.

Students have only two weeks of classes left before the university term ends for the winter recess.

College officials have prepared for the likelihood that many students will continue to stay remote until at least the new year, vowing to take a flexible approach to learning.

“Faculty have been asked to prepare in-person teaching and remote learning options so that each student can choose their method of engagement for the final two weeks of the semester,” Scott Green, university president, said in a statement last week.

A university is preparing to hold a vigil on Wednesday in memory of the four victims murdered.

The vigil was originally slated to take place in the days after the murders but was postponed because of the volume of terrified students who upped sticks and fled the town in fear.

In the early days of the investigation, police insisted that there was no threat to the wider public – before dramatically walking back that assertion and admitting that, with a quadruple murderer still at large “there is a threat” and the community should stay “vigilant”.

Investigators continue to say that the killings were targeted but are refusing to say what evidence has led them to that conclusion.

Idaho State Police communications director Aaron Snell told Fox News Digital on Saturday that officials are intentionally withholding information in order to try to catch the killer.

“And so if we just provide information to the public, I just don’t think that that’s going to be a wise choice,” he toldadding that keeping information “from view is going to be critical [in] trying to develop” the investigation in the future.

This includes information around why they believe the murders were targeted and a profile of the killer which is being created by behavioural experts.

Despite these assurances, the grieving father of one of the victims admitted that the lack of contact from law enforcement has left him “definitely concerned”.

Steve Goncalves last heard from law enforcement trying to catch Kaylee Goncalves’ killer at around 5pm on Wednesday (23 November).

On Saturday, he told Fox News that investigators had fallen silent with him ever since.

“Law enforcement told me that they were going to drop off a little bit and not to expect the same type of communication that I had gotten before,” he said.

“They’re kind of just telling me that they can’t tell me much, which is frustrating to me because I’ve been very trustworthy,” adding that he does know some additional information than has been made public.

“I do know things, I haven’t shared things,” he said.

While he said he believes the law enforcement officers working on the case are “hardworking individuals”, he admitted that the silence has left the family “definitely concerned”.

For now, he said he is trying to be patient with the investigation – which is now entering its third week with no arrests made and no suspects identified.

“We’re holding our tongue, we’re waiting patiently, but we’re definitely concerned,” he said.

The four victims are believed to have been stabbed to death in their beds at around 3am or 4am with a fixed-blade knife, police said. There was no signs of sexual assault on any of the victims and the murder weapon – a fixed-blade knife – has not been recovered.

Two of the victims were found on the second floor and two on the third floor of the home.

All four had been out on the Saturday night (12 November).

Kernodle and Chapin were at a sorority party at Sigma Chi house together and arrived back at the home at around 1.45am.

Goncalves and Mogen had spent the night at The Corner Club bar in downtown Moscow, before stopping by a food truck and then getting a ride home from an unnamed “private party”.

Investigators previously said that the two best friends also arrived home at around 1.45am but updated the timeline on Sunday to reveal that they arrived at the property at around 1.56am, citing “digital evidence”.

“Arrival time has been updated based on digital evidence collected by investigators,” authorities said in a statement.

The two surviving roommatres were also out that night and arrived home at around 1am, police said.

The two women, who lived in rooms on the first floor of the home, are believed to have slept through the brutal killings and were unharmed.

The horrific crime scene went unnoticed for several more hours, with police receiving a 911 call at 11.58am on Sunday, reporting an “unconscious individual” at the home.

The two other roommates had first called friends to the home because they believed one of the second floor victims was unconscious and would not wake up. When the friends arrived, a 911 call was made from one of the roommates’ phones.

Police arrived on the scene to find the four victims dead from multiple stab wounds.

While investigators are yet to identify any suspects, they have ruled out several people: the two surviving housemates, the man who was caught on camera with Mogen and Goncalves at a food truck in the downtown area before they headed home on the night of the slayings, the person who gave Mogen and Goncalves a ride home from the food truck, Goncalves’ former long-term boyfriend and the friends who were in the home when the 911 call was made have all been ruled out as suspects.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ CROW EATER ❜

with Juan Carlos ‘Juice’ Ortiz.

Request: Hi lovely! Can I please ask for a juice x reader where they have been fighting for about a good week about little things, and finally get the courage to talk to one another and maybe make up smut when they get finally make up💫thank you!

BY @multiyfandomgirl40

Word count: about 600.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that! To me, the smut part didn't fit this time.

Gif credits: to the author.

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When you left the party consumed by demons, Juice followed you to your shared house. And even if you thought that he would stop to listen about your insecurities flooding back, after seeing that bitch trying to haunt him, he just told you that you were crazy. That everything was part of your imagination. He could have said that you should trust him, but instead, he decided to tell you that he never had felt jealous any time that Tig is jumping around you. Your boyfriend didn't care about your feelings, until he saw you crying for the first time. He had crossed the limit. And seeing you like that made him think that maybe you were a little right, and he was a little wrong. But Juice's apologies came when you slammed the door on his face.

That night he slept on the sofa, just like the next three. You gave him the silent treatment, ignoring him completely. His words, his touches, his gifts delivered to your job. You didn't care a shit, exactly as he did with your demons. He started to sleep in the clubhouse and you didn't feel guilty for a single second. It was that easy like going to that bitch and setting her straight. But, according to Jax, he used to spend his time crying in his room. Regretting and lamenting with Chibs. The scottish were also desperate for you to forgive him.

One week has passed and you can't deny how much you miss him, so you take the decision to go and talk with him; because Jackson told you that he was too ashamed. He has never had a serious relationship before you and he doesn't know exactly what to do.

Sighing, you turn by a side the doorknob, coming into the gloom room. You can decipher his silhouette under the covers, curled against the pillow as if he was hugging you. Actually, there smells more like you than like him. Closing the door, you take off his hoodie that you're wearing and also your sneakers. Now, you feel bad and sorry for him. Tucking into the bed, you notice Juice not wanting to open his eyes, in case that it's a dream. But you can also notice the red freckles over the bridge of his nose, that only appears when he cries with all his efforts. Kissing every one of them with short and gentle gestures, you pull apart the pillow, letting him embrace your body with his bare arms.

You weren't expecting for your boyfriend breaking into cry again, sinking his face into the gap between your neck and your shoulder. With a hand on his head and another on his back, you try to comfort him while he starts to apologize again. His supplicant tone of voice is badly hurting you. Cupping his cheeks into your hands, you kiss every inch of his face with clingy kisses, until Juice feels somewhat better.

“I'm sorry for ta—talking to you like I did…” He mumbles, fixing his eyes on yours. “You were right… I am so sorry, baby…”

“We both were wrong, Juicy… I shouldn't doubt you and you should have heard about how I was feeling”. You reply then, caressing his nose with yours.

“I will talk to her… next time I see her, I promise… I do—don't wanna lose you”.

“You will not, my baby boy”. Hugging him tightly, you kiss his forehead this time, pressing your lips for some long seconds. “I love you so, so much”.

“I love you too, (Y/N)... I don't love… anyone else but you”.

You can't help but hold him as much closer as you can, kissing every tear running down his cheeks.

[wellimaginethat]

Quite the Scare

Pairing: Matt Casey x (female) Reader

Requested?: Yes

Word Count: 2083

Author’s Note: Another Matt request! Yay! I love him

Trigger Warning(s): Injury, near death, mention of an argument, a child is injured as well (but saved)

Disclaimer: I don’t owe nor am I affiliated with any of the Chicago shows, I just like to play with the characters

Summary: Y/N and Matt have been dating for about a year and have been living together for a few months. One night they have the biggest fight of their relationship and Y/N leaves and goes to stay with a friend. A week later, while she’s working, Matt is rushed in to the hospital after being severely injured.

Y/N = Your Name

You couldn’t even remember what started the fight. Just that it started and quickly spun out of control. You remember running out of your shared apartment and that Matt didn’t try to stop you.

You went to your best friend’s house, showing up in tears. She swore that she was gonna kick his ass and was halfway to the door before you managed to stop her.

Sarah comforted you and told you that you could stay with her for as long as you needed.

Only problem was that you didn’t grab anything.

You knew when Matt’s next shift was, so you went to grab some stuff and then went back to your friend’s house.

A week passed by and you hadn’t heard from Matt, which made you worry. You two had been living together for nearly a year now, and things were going fine. Sure you fought every once in a while, but it was usually nothing. And nothing like this ever happened. The two of you usually cooled down and made up, but this time was different.

You knew that maybe you shouldn’t have run out, and at first you were just too proud to go back, but now you were too heartbroken. It had been an entire week and he hadn’t come to see you, or called you, or even texted you. Maybe he didn’t love you anymore.

You pushed those feelings aside as you got ready for another shift at the hospital.

When you got to the hospital, however, you were immediately plagued by the feeling that something bad was going to happen. You could feel it in your stomach.

Hours passed and everything was fine, and then the ambulance showed up. You were immediately greeted by two patients being wheeled in from a fire, a man and his young daughter, with her being in the worst condition.

You could hear him pleading with anyone who would listen to save his daughter, and your heart hurt.

You rushed over to help, but then your eyes landed on the firefighter being brought in behind them. Your heart sank, and the minute you recognized who it was, it broke completely.

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

You tried to catch your breath.

Pulling yourself back to reality, you knew that you couldn’t tend to him given your relationship, so you headed over to one of the other patients. “Let me know his condition asap.” You told Connor before disappearing, off to operate on the little girl.

You forced yourself to focus on what you were doing and to keep your mind off Matt, but it was hard to do.

Somehow you managed to go about your job and finished the surgery, ultimately saving your patient.

As soon as you were done, you walked out of the OR and you were met by Connor standing there. Immediately you felt a pit in your stomach as your eyes met his. “Is he-”

“He’s alive.” Connor assured you.

You let out a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding.

“He’s in critical condition though.” Connor added gently, knowing how worried you must be.

You swallowed hard. “Do you think he’s gonna be okay?” You asked timidly. “I want your honest opinion.”

Connor watched you for a moment, he knew you were a smart doctor and that you would figure it out eventually, but he still hesitated. “The next twenty four hours are crucial, but overall he’s in good condition, all things considered.”

You swallowed hard again and nodded.

As soon as you could you went to see him, he looked bad. You slowly stepped into the room and over to his bedside. Gingerly, you picked up his hand and very gently stroked the back of it with your thumb.

He was unconscious and intubated, and you knew that he most likely couldn’t hear you, but that didn’t stop you from talking to him.

“God, Matt.” You breathed out, tears stinging your eyes. “What happened to you?” You asked quietly, looking at his face. “I’m sorry about the fight.” You spoke after a moment. “I shouldn’t have left, or I should have at least come back, but I wanted you to chase me. I know that sounds so immature and stupid, but it’s the truth. I wanted to know that you still wanted me.” You sniffled and a few tears trickled down your cheeks. “I love you and I still want you, so please don’t die on me.” You begged. “Please, I’m not strong enough to lose you.”

You stayed there as long as you could, sitting in that chair next to his bedside, until Connor came in.

“You should go home and get some rest.” Connor told you gently, his hand on your shoulder.

“I can’t leave him.” You said monotonously.

Connor shook his head. “It won’t do him or anyone else any good with you being here and not getting any rest.”

You sighed, you knew he was right, so you nodded and stood up. You didn’t wanna leave Matt, but you knew you should try to get some rest. You leaned over and kissed Matt’s forehead. “I love you.” You whispered to him before turning and walking out. You stopped by the nurse’s station. “If Matt Casey’s condition changes in any way, I want to be notified asap.” You informed them in a polite but firm tone. You were met with a few nods before you finally left.

You went back to the apartment you shared with Matt and it just felt so cold and different. You were worried you’d be met with your stuff packed up by the door, but you weren’t, everything was the same.

The first thing you did was take a shower and change into some comfy sweats and a t-shirt that would work for bed, but also stuff you wouldn’t mind being seen in public wearing in case something changed in Matt’s condition.

After your shower, you decided you’d better eat something which is when you went to the kitchen and found the post-it note on the fridge.

Y/N- If you come back and I’m not here, please wait for me. I want us to talk and work this out, I love you and I miss you. Love, Matt

That was enough to cause the tears to spring to your eyes again, and next thing you knew you were on the kitchen floor crying your eyes out.

You didn’t know how long you were like that, whether it was five minutes or two hours, all you knew was that when your phone rang and you sprung up to get it, your body was stiff with fatigue.

You answered your phone quickly, worried. You were greeted by April’s voice telling you that Matt was awake.

“I’ll be right there.” You hung up after saying that and hurried to the door to put your shoes on, you were at the hospital in record time and rushing in.

When you walked into his room, you paused at the door seeing the others there with him.

“Hey guys, why don’t we give them a minute?” Herrmann spoke up, shifting his stance before beginning to herd the others out. They all looked at you, but you were too focused on Matt to register their feelings behind them, until Herrmann finally headed out and gave you a gentle, caring smile.

You returned it before slowly walking into the room and over to Matt’s bedside. “You know the limit on visitors is only two people, right?” You asked, chuckling softly, you were trying to use humor to ease the situation, since the last time the two of you talked you were screaming ‘go to hell’ at him. “Then again, I know how they are. You guys are a tight knit family, so I’m not surprised they were here with you.”

“I was told that you had to be kicked out.” Matt spoke out, his voice quiet and even, a little hoarse from being intubated.

“You seem to be doing much better than you were when I was here earlier.” You commented, chewing on the inside of your cheek a bit, fiddling with your hands.

“Y/N-” Matt started, causing you to look at him. “I’m sorry about the fight.”

You let out a relieved breath. “I am too.” You said softly, taking a seat on the edge of his bed and picking up his hand. “And I’m sorry for leaving like I did.”

Matt’s eyes met yours and he just stared at you for a moment. “Will you come home?”

You smiled softly and nodded. “Yeah.”

Matt smiled. “Can’t believe it took me almost getting killed to get you to come back.”

“It didn’t.” You shook your head. “It just took you asking me to come back.”

He looked at you in shock then. “All I had to do was ask?”

You nodded. “Pretty much. Neither of us were innocent in the fight, but neither of us were completely at fault either. All you had to do was ask me to come back, let me know that you wanted to work things out.” You said softly. “But, I could have done the same. I could have let you know that I wanted to work things out too.”

Matt nodded slowly.

You fell silent for a moment, staring at his hand in yours. “I found your note.” You said softly.

“You did?” Matt asked softly, knowing that meant you had already gone back to your apartment, which made him happy.

You nodded. “I did.”

“I put it there right after you left.” Matt admitted with a small smile. “I really have missed you, so much.”

“I missed you too.” You said softly, gently squeezing his hand. “How are you feeling?”

“Happy.” Matt answered you.

You looked at him. “You know what I mean.”

“Sore.” Matt sighed.

“You gave me quite the scare, what happened?” You asked softly, not sure you wanted to know but at the same time feeling like you needed to.

“I got distracted.” Matt told you. “A beam fell on me, knocked me out and then the next thing I know, I’m waking up here.”

“You got distracted?” You asked softly, raising a brow.

“We were getting ready to pull out and I heard a child.” Matt told you softly.

You gasped, eyes widening.

“She’s fine, they got her and she’s fine-”

“I know.” You cut him off softly. “She was my patient.”

Matt smiled at you. “So you’re the one that saved her.”

“It was a team effort, if you hadn’t heard her, she wouldn’t have been brought in for me to save.” You told him with a soft smile.

He returned the smile. “I’m glad she’s okay.”

“Me too.” You agreed, nodding.

When Matt was eventually released, you drove him home to recuperate. It didn’t feel weird being there this time, the coldness seemed to dissipate and was replaced with the warm, inviting feeling you always felt. It felt like home again.

“So where did you go when you left?”

“Sarah’s.” You answered. “She wanted to kick your ass, by the way.”

Matt snorted. “Of course.”

“Although she said the universe did that for her.” You laughed a bit. “She’s glad you’re okay and that we’re okay.”

Matt smiled and pulled you over to him. “We’re more than okay.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss you gently.

You pulled back slowly. “Don’t scare me like that again, please.”

“I’ll try not to.” Matt told you.

You were both aware that it would most likely happen again, but you knew that when you started dating and you learned to deal with the worry.

“Good.” You responded after a moment, kissing his cheek lightly before moving to the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” Matt asked, quick to grab you again, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“The kitchen to make us something to eat.” You responded.

“Let’s just order in, I’ve gone too long without you in my arms.” Matt responded as he placed a tender kiss to your neck.

You giggled softly and turned in his arms. “You need to rest.”

“I will.” Matt responded with a smirk.

You looked at him for a moment before smirking back. “So what are we ordering tonight? Pizza?”

“You can pick.” Matt told you.

“Well I obviously want pizza.” You responded with a small laugh, your arms wrapping around his neck as you leaned in for another kiss.

[boba-beom]

hiiiii 🧸 anonie here :] sorry i haven’t been much active on ur acc ! i feel like my life is like yknow those fanfic writers and the crazy ass authors notes they post like “sorry i couldn’t post chapter 30 i got hit by a car” lol,,, i haven’t told anyone so i just need to share it but i lost all of my personal documents right as i had to send my application to a school i wanna go to…do safe to say im pretty much fucked :/ i hope the soobin roommate fic is coming along well! pls dont take this as me trying to rush you or anything!! take as much time as u need, could take a year as well i rlly don’t mine :) hope u have a good day<3

🧸 anonie!!!! How have you been?! LMAOOO I felt that but it’s no worries, take all the time that you need! Aaaa are you not able to notify whoever about your personal documents disappearing?? Just so they know it’ll be delayed?? But man, I hate when that happens, right when you need to use them as well :/ I’m not entirely sure what else to say or do unless it’s been backed up anywhere- I do hope things will be alright with it tho :((

As for the soobin roommate fic- I’ve been in a major writer’s block for a while but I’m slowly trying to get back into writing,, but I’ll let you know I have the plot ready and noted down in bullet form, so it’s literally just the case of me writing it properly 😅 sorry for the delay!!

[marvelous-imagines-for-all]

Spencer x BAU x Sister

Requested? Yes! 

“Can I request something platonic for Spencer Reid in Crimnal minds? Maybe where he has a younger sister that's around 5 or 6 years old and for some reason she has to stay at the office with Spencer for the day and he's hesitant because he thinks she will just cause a scene but everyone loves her?”

Author: Jade:)))

A/N: So this is definitely the longest imagine I’ve ever written (Over 2k), but I loved the idea and I got carried away with it. I also have no idea if it makes sense but I hope you all enjoy!

The team had barely checked into work when Hotch called them into his office for a brief meeting, no one knew what it was for, but they noticed the absence of Spencer’s presence. 

“Is there another case? You said today would be a paperwork day.” Emily inquired, looking down at Hotch who was seated at his desk.  

“It is. That’s not why I called you here. If you haven’t noticed, Spencer is running late. He called me ahead of time to notify me of this. Something came up and he has to bring someone in with him today.” Hotch paused, taking notice of everyone’s shifted behavior. Confusion was evident on the faces before him. “Although this is out of the ordinary, I expect nothing less from any of you today. You will continue to work and not create any scenes about the situation.” 

“What’s going on?” Derek asked, worrying filling his mind about Spencer. Who was he bringing in? His mom? Everyone knew how much his mom wasn’t a fan of the “government’s work”. Or maybe it was a girlfriend? But that didn’t make sense. There was no reason for him to have to bring her here even if he did have one. 

The team was dismissed and they went back to their desks, waiting for Spencer to arrive. 

Back at Spencer’s place, Spencer was distressed to say the least. Today was Monday, and it wasn’t until he had woken the little girl up despite her protests that he forgot she didn’t have school. Some teacher work day thing. Spencer was at a loss for how he forgot, but it didn’t matter at this point. He didn’t have time to call a babysitter, not that he really trusted them anyways. 

Now he was gathering items in a backpack for the little girl. Coloring books, a couple of barbies, a book, and a stuffed elephant, her favorite one. Spencer had already prepared a lunch for her moments earlier, it was sitting on the counter waiting. 

“Skye, are you ready?” Spencer called from the living room, searching for his keys. He was already late to the BAU and even though he called in advance, he hated being late. “Skye?” 

After the second call the little girl ran into the living room, hairbrush in hand. 

“I need help!” Her lips formed a pout as she looked up at her older brother. Spencer looked up to see his sister’s hair half in a tangled mess. No matter what he did, he could never seem to get her hair under control. He wanted to tell her that he could fix her hair later, that they didn’t have much time or that her hair looked fine. But he decided against it since he knew she would argue and he definitely did not have time for that. Kneeling behind her, her took the brush from her hand and combing it gently through her hair. 

“We’re going to my work today, which means that you need to be on your best behavior. You know what that means, right?” Spencer paused his actions, waiting for a reply. Skye nodded her head furiously. He smiled at her eagerness and continued to brush her hair. “My friends will also be there. They’re super nice, but you still aren’t allowed to go anywhere without letting me know, you understand? I can’t lose you.” 

Skye nodded again before turning around to face him, “I understand.” 

Spencer smiled and placed a kiss against her forehead, “Then I guess we’re ready to go.” 

Walking into the BAU was a task in itself. Skye claimed her hands were full; one arm wrapped around Mr. Pebbles, her stuffed elephant, and her other hand holding on to Spencer's. So Spencer was left with one arm to carry his bag, both of their lunches, Skye’s backpack, and the files that Spencer had collected on the way up to the elevator. 

The elevator ding was enough to attract the team’s attention. Everyone’s eyes moved down to the little girl who was slightly ahead of Spencer, practically dragging him into the bullpen as she looked around amazed. Spencer directed her to his desk where he hastily dropped everything onto his desk. Skye was too busy staring at Derek, who was approaching the scene along with the rest of the team behind him.

“Hey, kid, who’s this little lady?” Derek smiled down at her and she instantly smiled back. She already liked him. 

“This is, um, she’s my little sister. She doesn’t have school today and I couldn’t call a babysitter so I brought her up here. After confronting Hotch first.” Spencer chewed on his lip, not sure how to continue. 

The team examined Spencer for a moment. They always noticed the bags under his eyes, but they assumed it was just lack of sleep from nightmares, not from dealing with a kid. The random pen marks on his hands? Those were just supposed to be his random scribbles to get a pen to work, not markings from a kid at home who was drawing. The way he knew how to talk to kids? It was assumed it was just all the knowledge he had. Not that he had experience. 

“My name is Skye.” Skye broke the silence, and the group turned their attention to her, whose eyes solely focused on Derek. 

“Hey, Skye, my name is Derek! I’m a friend of your brother’s. How old are you?” 

Skye bounced on her feet as she held up her hand, “I’m 5!’

Derek laughed at her and the team knew in that moment they couldn’t be upset with Spencer for keeping it a secret. 

“How could you not tell us you had a little sister?” JJ nudged Spencer softly, a smile playing on her lips. 

“She’s adorable!” Squealed Penelope as she joined the conversation with Derek. Spencer felt himself blushing, he wasn’t expecting such a positive response. He wrapped his arms around himself and shrugged. 

“I don’t know, I guess safety and privacy.. I told Hotch for work reasons, so he understood my household situation.” 

“Well I don’t think you’ll have to worry about her safety anymore. She’s about to have the whole team wrapped around her finger” Emily spoke and shot a smile at Spencer before she went to go introduced herself. 

An hour passed and Skye hadn’t caused any trouble. She stayed seated next to Spencer and played with her dolls. Occasionally asking him to name a location for her dolls to pretend to be, or have him play as Mr. Pebbles for a few minutes. He didn’t think twice before agreeing, not thinking of the teasing Derek would give him later. 

“Where does Mr. Pebbles wanna go?” Skye thought out loud. Spencer glanced over from his computer and smiled. Her hair was already starting to stick up in places despite his efforts to comb it down earlier. 

“Elephants can be found in 37 countries just south of the Sahara Desert. Maybe you should take him somewhere warm.” 

JJ walked by, setting a file on Derek’s desk and then onto Spencer’s. Overhearing the conversation she interjected, 

“Like the beach? It’s warm there!”

Skye looked up with much wonder in her eyes as a grin broke across her face, “The beach! Yes!” 

JJ and Spencer exchanged a smile as the child went on pretending to take her elephant to the beach. 

A little while later, Skye had insisted that Derek needed his help completing paperwork. Spencer objected at first, saying that Derek needed to focus on work but Skye swore that she would be on her best behavior. So now Skye was seated on Derek’s leg and had colored 2 pictures for him. She was currently writing his name on a paper since Derek teased that he didn’t know how to spell his own name. Spencer couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Derek trying to fill out paperwork around the child in his lap. 

“Derek starts with a D! And this is how you write a D..” Skye stuck her tongue out in concentration, slowly writing the letter on the paper in front of her for Derek to see. He took his eyes off his files to watch the girl and smiled. 

“Are you sure that’s how you do it?” Derek teased, tickling her sides. A loud squeal left her lips followed by a laugh. 

“Yes! That’s how you write it. Spencer taught me and he’s always right.” She smiled proudly, looking back at her brother who smiled right back. 

Lunch time rolled around and Skye claimed that she wanted to sit with the girls, who happily accepted her. She shared her grapes with Penelope who had not so subtly given her multiple pieces of candy in exchange. 

“I got candy!” Skye held it up for Spencer to see. 

“Yes, you do. But why don’t we space out the pieces so you don’t get sick from eating them all at once?” Spencer stood next to her chair pushing her hair back out of her face, attempting to run his fingers through her locks. It was even more tangled than earlier and he knew it was gonna be hard to brush through later. 

“Ah, come on, genius. We know a few pieces of candy won’t kill her.” Garcia smiled, winking down at the little girl. 

“Of course it won’t. You have to eat approximately 262 fun sized bars of candy in one sitting for it to have a deadly affect.” This statement earned eye rolls from the ladies and a not so quiet giggle from the little girl as she zipped the candy up in her lunchbox. 

“So Skye, what’s your favorite thing to do?” Emily asked, eating the meal she had picked up at the beginning of the break. 

“I like drawing!” Skye looked up at Emily, her legs swinging under the table, “And Spencer gets me a lot of coloring books. There are some in my backpack, I can show you!” 

By the end of lunch time, each of the women had been assigned a coloring sheet to color. Hotch had reentered the building from his meeting and Spencer pulled Skye back to his desk, worried that Hotch would think she was causing too much trouble. But much to Spencer’s surprise, Hotch walked to his desk with a soft look in his eyes. 

“So I hear you’re Miss Skye, is that correct?” 

“Yeah, I am!” Skye sat up straight at the mention of her, something Spencer always told her to do to make sure the person knew she was acknowledging them. 

“I wanted to say thank you for coming in today and helping my team with their work. You make an excellent helper.” Hotch lifted his palm and smiled as the girl gave him a high five, “Keep up the hard work, Miss Skye. I’m counting on you” 

“Yes sir!” Skye saluted Hotch before turning her attention back to Spencer desk where she was helping Mr. Pebbles recite the ABC’s. 

Soon the paperwork filled day that everyone had dreaded coming into work for ended, and it went better than any of the team had expected. Skye had the team wrapped around her finger and they all knew it. Spencer walked to the Elevator, hand in hand with Skye who was smiling and waving at the rest of the team.

“She is just too cute” Emily remarked, smiling at Skye who had finished waving and was now talking up a storm with her brother in the elevator. 

“She is the most pure thing to ever step foot in this building, if anything happens to her I might literally die. Auntie Garcia can’t have that happen!” Penelope looked around with her eyebrows raised, confirming she was serious. Derek laughed, 

“I can’t have that happening either. But don’t worry. Spencer’s been taking good care of her. And now that we know about her,  we can help.” 

“I know exactly what we’re going to be helping him with.” JJ chortled besides Derek. 

“What are you talking about?” 

“Oh please, did you see that girl’s hair? Lord knows what he’s doing to try to keep that mane contained.” JJ smiled as the group laughed in agreement.  

Back in the elevator Spencer smiled to himself, knowing that this would not be the last time that she gets to visit the team.

[bexterbex]

A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 35

Warning, if it hasn’t been obvious in the movies there is Nazi symbolism within the First Order. I will expand on this much more throughout the story. If this is something that bothers you, please just exit the story. The author does not condone any Nazi ideals, this is just for fictional uses only.

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with some canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 35: From Sleep to Sleep

You awoke, you still felt like crap, like your sleep did nothing to reset your equilibrium. You didn’t even know why you were getting up today. Kylo was gone and the health committee was finished, unless the lieutenant had some sort of miraculous new task for you, there was nothing for you to do until your tutoring session with the general.

You felt as if gravity was working against you when you tried to get up from the bed, but eventually, you got there. Your limbs felt as if the whole weight of the galaxy was holding you down. But you went through your morning routine but it seemed to take longer than usual because you really didn’t want to go anywhere.

You made your way to the living room and greeted the lieutenant and went through the motions of breakfast. You ordered, it came, and you ate.

“Shall I go over today’s schedule ma’am,” asked the lieutenant putting his coffee down.

“Yes, please.”

“You have nothing on your schedule until your tutoring lesson. It has been requested by the Supreme Leader that you find something to fill your morning. He has arranged for you to have dinner with the allegiant general and Captian Phasma.”

“Captain Phasma is still onboard? I thought she would have left with the Supreme Leader.”

“No, he took Commander Pyre with him.”

“Is there anything in particular that the Supreme Leader has expressed that he would like me to do or did he just leave it as I needed to find something to fill my time?”

“He has expressed that you are not to leave the ship as he has taken the Knights of Ren with him.”

“Is that until he comes back or just this morning?”

“Until tomorrow, he has a special project for you that Captain Phasma will assist you with.”

Great so you were stuck onboard and you were supposed to figure out what to do. It rather frustrated you that he told or messaged the lieutenant things instead of talking to you. All in all, you were rather unhappy with the whole situation. Being left behind with no word on to when he was supposed to be back, no real direction, you were beginning to wonder if this is what the rest of your life was going to look like.

“What do you suggest that I do lieutenant?”

“You could always spend some time on the bridge? Or we could go down to one of the stormtrooper training areas and you could watch them train?”

“Why don’t we watch the ‘troopers I feel like that might be more exciting to watch.”

You then followed the lieutenant to one of the lower levels that you had only been to the day previously. You made your way to a large room where many small groups of ‘troopers were training on various things like hand to hand combat, sparing with staffs, firearm training, and exercises. They were in various states of dress, some in armor, some without, some with a mix depending on what they were doing.

In the middle of the room, you could see the chrome ‘trooper captain herself. She seemed to be observing things as she went. She had an officer next to her making notes on a data pad. You felt a bit sorry for the man as she seemed to be talking fast, barking out orders, and moving quickly around the room, he could barely keep up.

You and the lieutenant set up shop near the ‘troopers doing target practice. You watched as they fired weird colored lights at the targets which then seemed to cause burn marks on the targets, you wondered if this was for target practice or did they not use actual bullets.

“Lieutenant, what are they using to shoot the targets with?”

“Blasters ma’am, they fire intense plasma energy.”

“You don’t use guns? Like rifles?” You had supposed that they still used traditional guns, but since they seemed to be advanced in so many areas, this was different too.

You hadn’t noticed the silver fighting woman come up near you until she spoke, “Slugthrowers are outdated technology, they are only useful against a lightsaber, but even then if the sword wielder is competent enough they are not at all effective.”

“So the ‘trooper army has no use for them,” you ask her.

“No. Unless it is the only thing available in a skirmish. They do not offer much stability to ground forces as they need to be reloaded too often.  A blaster should be able to fire at hundreds of targets before needing any sort of maintenance.”

“Will you teach me how to use one?”

At this question the silver captain lifted her head, in a way of approval, before she responded with; “I will have to ask the Supreme Leader if he wishes for you to be trained with a blaster. I do know that he wishes that you are never to need one and that you are always guarded. But I am more of a realist, I think there would be no harm in teaching you how to shoot.” With that, she nodded to you and moved on in her inspection of the floor.

You were there for two shift changes of “trooper training before the lieutenant notified you that it was lunchtime. You were reluctant to leave as that meant that you were closer to your tutoring session, and trying to cram more information into your brain. You and the lieutenant took lunch back in your chambers as you had had enough of being a spectacle for random First Order personnel for one morning. By the time you were finished, you wished you could take a nap, but you had to learn things about your new life.

You met up with the general in your usual conference room. He droned on about some seemingly important aspects of what the Empire did right, but you were not in the mood for a history lesson. You weren’t in the mood to hear anything about the First Order, all you wanted to do was take a nap. He wrapped up, the lieutenant once again sent you word for word notes on the general’s lecture. The general then gave you a farewell greeting for the moment as he was to see you in an hour and a half for dinner.

You went back to your chambers and dismissed the lieutenant for the evening, you felt bad as he had been spending so much time with you the last two days, he hadn’t had time to see whatever friends he had on board. Come to think of it you had yet to speak with your friends in almost a week. You were certain that sometime in the next few days you would beg Phasma to escort you to see them.

Once again when your head hit Kylo’s pillow you dreamed of nothing but nightmares. Ones tinted in red and blue glows, what they meant you hadn’t a clue.

You awoke an hour later, still not feeling anywhere a bit refreshed. You were getting sick of it, but you carried on anyway. You made your way to your bathroom to fix yourself up, your hair was a bit of a mess from sleeping so you tried to put it in place. You went back into your room and noticed that the flowers that had been by your side table all week were now dead and black. You were quite sure they were still beautiful that morning but you carried them to the living room not knowing how to best dispose of them. Figuring that the general or captain might be able to help with that.

You putz around waiting for them to arrive, checking messages on your phone apparently Scott had texted you wondering when you would be back to work, as far as you knew you weren’t going back to work. You were hoping that someone would be able to message the Jerk and tell him you were not coming back to work because you sure as hell weren’t.

After you were done checking various messages the doorbell rang. You went to answer and greeted the general and the blonde woman you now knew to be Captain Phasma. She looked odd in a regular officer’s uniform, you had only seen her in workout gear and her armor, in both she seemed rather natural, but the uniform seems out of place.

They both entered and immediately noticed the dead flowers on the coffee table. “M’lady is there a reason why these are here, has someone sent them to you,” asked the captain.

“Not like this, they were fine the other morning, but they turned black seemingly overnight and I need to get rid of them, but I don’t know how best to do that.”

The general looked puzzled, “I can have someone look into this for you m’lady, there is no reason why they should have turned black.”

That was a bit concerning, you had assumed that it had something to do with the ship, but unfortunately, it seemed like that wasn’t the case.

You made your way to the dining room and you all ordered, the captain and general seemed rather comfortable in each other's presence, like old friends.

“The lieutenant told me that the Supreme Leader has a special project for me and that you are to accompany me. Can you tell me what that special project is, or am I to be surprised tomorrow?”

The captain cocked an eyebrow at you and said with a smirk, “You will find out tomorrow, but I believe your planet has dubbed it as women’s work or something like that.”

Oh, great was he sending you grocery shopping, or were you now to clean his clothes instead of having them sent off. You were not in the mood for something like that.

“The captain has informed me that you were down at the ‘trooper training facilities this morning,” said Hux.

“Yes, I rather enjoyed watching them train. I even asked her to train me to shoot, but she said she would have to ask the Supreme Leader if that is something he would like me to do.”

They both shared an amused look before the captain said, “I think it would do her some good. More benefits than harm, who knows it even help with marital disputes further down the line.”

This caused the general to choke a bit on his drink. He then gave a full belly laugh before saying, “When that day comes I hope that we will have a ship strong enough to handle it. And for me to be somewhere else in the galaxy, I don’t need to be caught in that crossfire.”

You didn’t fully understand the situation, you knew Kylo had something of a temper, but would your relationship come to blows, or in this case blasts? You hoped to never find out.

You decided to change the subject, “So how long have you two known each other?”

“Phasma is my oldest friend, who is still left alive. She is the only person on board that I trust with my life,” said Hux.

“The feeling is mutual, but I will follow orders until my death,” said Phasma.

You could tell that there was definitely a long history between them, you hoped that one day they might feel the same about you. Right now the people on board were ordered to protect you through Kylo, but you were pretty sure none of them cared enough about you to feel the way the general and captain did with each other. You weren’t even sure if there was anyone who felt that way towards you, although you were on a ship full of people, in a galaxy filled with people you felt alone.

The general took the flowers with him on his way out after dinner, you told them you would see them both tomorrow. You made your way to Kylo’s bed and curled up, hoping that a black dreamless sleep would take you.

[seeaddywrite]

yunmeng bros reconciliation fic rec list (part I)

jiang cheng & wei wuxian reconciliation fics are my favorites, so i thought i’d share some of the hundreds i’ve read in the past few months. please make sure to check the tags in each fic to make sure you’re comfortable. also, if you didn’t notice, i prefer longer fics, so most of these are long. 

i’m calling this part one because i will most likely revisit this as i read more fic. feel free to add your own -- i’m always looking for more, myself! 

under the cut, because it’s a long post.

Jiang Cheng is Trying series by CaptainJoJo (100k+)

“They've been ripped apart for so long, Jiang Cheng doesn't know if there's anything left to salvage.”

this series starts out good, & by the end, is absolutely phenomenal. the most recent installment is called Soft Stones & it’s one of those fics i wish i could erase from my brain so i could read it over and over -- it’s so good. there’s a lot of JC character development, a scene where WWX learns about JC’s sacrifice & so much emotional resonance throughout. plus, bonus JC & Wen Ning friendship?? i just. really love this fic, okay? i think it’s probably my favorite in this genre.

no one lights a candle to remember by asravine (~8k)

““Didi,” Wei Wuxian says softly. His thumb on Jiang Cheng’s cheek is calloused and warm and burns of affection. Jiang Cheng barely stops himself from leaning in. “Didi, don’t cry because of me.”

I have thirteen years of mourning to catch up to, Jiang Cheng thinks, but doesn’t say. As always, the chasm between them is an incredible divide, and Wei Wuxian is the only one leaning his hand out into the darkness.”

the best part of this fic involves Lan Wangji asking JC for his blessing, & that’s all i’m going to say aside from this fic is shorter, but incredibly impactful & wonderful.

some good mistakes by Lise (~18k)

“Wei Wuxian has been wandering alone for six months when he suddenly stops writing. This is deeply concerning to at least a few people. Jiang Cheng is not among them.

No, really, he's not.

(Or, the one where Wei Wuxian vanishes and Lan Wangji, reluctantly, asks for Jiang Cheng's help tracking him down.)”

Lan Zhan & Jiang Cheng have to work together to find & rescue Wei Wuxian. it’s about as awkward as it sounds. important conversations are had, WWX is rescued, there is a hopeful ending, & it’s just wonderful.

everyone else is spring bound by Lise (~18k)

“Jiang Cheng takes a few deep breaths and tries to put his life back together. This is easier said than done.”

another excellent fic by Lise. i think my favorite part of this one is everything Jiang Cheng can’t bring himself to say out loud. 

Death of a Ghost by Gotcocomilk (100k+)

“There was a ghost that haunted the decks of Lotus Pier, it was said. If you stepped across the wooden planks at night, walked along the endless docks and flying purple banners, he would appear.

He was always in darkest black, dressed as specter and shadow. In the emptiness where a face should be was a thick fog, features washed away and leaving behind only glimmering red eyes.

He looked ferocious as a ghoul, it was said.

Jin Ling thought he looked sad.”

i don’t even know where to start with this one, y’all. it was a wild ride. WWX is haunting Lotus Pier & looks after Jin Ling. Reconciliation. Family feelings. Wangxian. Angst & fluff & a truly satisfying ending. One of my overall faves.

Upon Our Silver Bridge by TheWanderingHeart (400k+)

“Lan Xichen's sorrows have caught the attention of something. Unlike the adventures and foes they have faced before, there is no obvious enemy here to defeat. If this is the same thing they thought had taken Nie MingJue's life, then he believes it is fated for him to die as well. Nothing can stop the black fire when it wants to burn.

Jiang Cheng is sure his part in this is over. Wei Wuxian is back, his grand adventure concluded, and he'd never been at the centre of it anyway. So what does it matter what happens to him in the end?

Slowly, he will come to realise that there will always be a battle to fight, a story to tell, a choice to make, and there is no such thing as an end to anything.”

holy shit, where do i even start with this one. it’s primarily Xichen/JC, so if that’s not your thing, i’m sorry -- but. BUT. there are some absolutely gorgeous jiang cheng & wwx scenes. they talk about the golden core swap. wwx eavesdrops & learns about things he didn’t know from JC’s end, & it definitely counts as a reconciliation fic even if that’s not the main plotline. also, one of my overall faves, not just in this genre but the entire fandom. so. flipping. good. 

The Heart’s Reasoning by flowercity (11k+)

“Jiang Cheng was absolutely certain that when push came to shove, he would be the one to drive the fatal blow into Wei Wuxian. But now that the man is actually dying in front of him, only one thought rushes to his head: that he will not let this happen.

That day in the Burial Mounds, Jiang Cheng makes a selfish choice.”

Canon Divergent -- basically, JC saves WWX before he dies. Baby Jin Ling. angst & happiness & good stuff. 

before you stumble by anonymous (~10k)

“ “Uncle,” Jin Ling says. “Just because Uncle Wei - I mean, Wei Wuxian - just because he’s leading the night-hunt, he’s teaching, he’s not doing anything wrong, he even notified you ahead of time -”

The thing is, it is the polite thing to do. Whatever the Lan Sect are after in the night-hunt doesn’t have anything to do with Jiang Cheng, but now that they’re about to enter Yunmeng, it is the polite and proper thing to do, to notify the sect leader of the fact. The letter is simply such: letting Jiang Wanyin, the Yunmeng Jiang Sect Leader, know that they’re here. It’s simply - official correspondence.

Maybe that’s the part that rankles the worst, Jiang Cheng thinks. Official correspondence, written to him in a hand more familiar than his own.”

this is a case fic in which both WWX & JC are idiots, but work together with the juniors involved. there’s a lot of bickering, a metaphor, & a hopeful ending, & it’s great!

JC & WWX’s Get Along Sweater (series) by newamsterdam (~30k)

“Convinced Jiang Cheng and Wei WuXian will never reconcile of their own accord, Jin Ling takes matters into his own hands by trapping both of his uncles alone, together, without their cultivation.”

i think this is the very first MDZS fic i read when i finished the drama, & it’s still one of the ones i remember most. it’s just -- impactful. Jiang Cheng made WWX a promise about dogs and he does his best to keep it, & i just. wow. 

And Time is But a Paper Moon by sami (120k+, WIP) 

"Zewu-Jun. You once told me about a house surrounded by gentians, where you visited once a month, and how Lan Zhan still waited there, even when the door no longer opened."

Xichen feels light-headed. He feels shocked, and angry. He has never told anyone such a thing, but Lan Zhan is giving Xichen a look of utter betrayal.

"You told him?" Lan Zhan whispers. "When?"

Wei Wuxian takes Lan Zhan's hand. "About twenty years from now."

Time travel fic! there are million more of them, but not all do much for JC & WWX. this one isn’t necessarily a reconciliation because WWX goes back in time and makes sure they never abandon each other, but it’s got some really great scenes for the two of them, & JC has to deal with WWX’s memories of his old self & the sacrifices he made for him then, & it’s just a really wonderful fic all around. it’s currently a WIP but it’s updated three times a week & the author’s finished it already. :)

[peachy-inserts]

Ok well if angst is ok then heres the thing, fem reader has a healing quirk but every time she heals someone she can feel the pain of the injuries 10x more than the original until shes done healing. Her secret move tho is that she can also revive the dead in exchange is her own life. Now reader and Aizawa are coworkers, shes an assistant nurse/teacher, they like each other but never confessed yet. While protecting his students in a fight with villains, Aizawa dies, reader saw this and did what

-only she can do in that situation. After she did it, she was able to confess to Aizawa before she dies. So there, sorry if its long and if its too much I understand but thank you so much and I absolutely love all of your works!! Looking forward to see your blog grow 😊😊😊

Oh boy, we thrive off of angst in this house. I did change it slightly, i hope you like it! the only difference is that he doesn’t die, but the reader does, so that its more dramatic

Aizawa x Reader, who dies to save him during an attack(angst!): TW: blood and death. Word count: 2,000

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The city was on fire with rumors and suspicions of a possible villain attack on UA High School. After the first, by the League of Villains, the school had no other choice but to resort to extreme precautionary measures; therefore, the local police station had the authority to monitor the security  system, and was immediately notified of any triggered alarms. With this many people having access to such vital information it was no shock that:

1. Private matters would soon become public affairs

2. A smart enough criminal could infiltrate the system if they were desperate enough

So, unfortunately, these rumors were true. Amidst all the chaos and confusion of reporters trying to make their way past the gates and interview heroes on active duty, you ran about the grounds helplessly, scouting for stragglers and injured students. You push a camera out of your face, its owner spinning around on his heels, and shout at him for being reckless and inconsiderate; how could you keep people out of danger if they willingly (not to mention ignorantly) threw themselves into it headfirst?

The cafeteria was being used as a safe point, where All Might was stationed, too weak to actively engage in combat, but strong enough to hold off one to two villains in order to  protect those inside in the unlikely event that the less powerful students were targeted. It was those in the hero course that they were after. Since those at the point had been deemed safe for the moment being, you were sent to search for any more that would need to be sent there, unable to fend for themselves, as well as those that could but had been injured. 

“My God…” you said out loud, as you threw an unconscious teen from the support course over your shoulder. “-they’re just kids”. You yourself, in all your years of being a pro had never had to endure these many attacks in the span of a year.

Once under the security of the cafeteria, you gently placed their limp body onto a nearby table and began the healing process, gently cradling his head you assumed, due to the lack of visible injury, that they may have been knocked out by pure blunt force. In the matter of only a few seconds, he sprung upwards, nearly headbutting you, and thanked you profusely, knowing the effects of your healing.

Because of your incredibly useful quirk, you were immediately recruited onto the UA staff whenever you earned a name for yourself. You liked it better this way, as you were unable to adapt to offense due especially to the pain you were forced to endure during healing. Over the years that you had been working at the prestigious school as an emergency nurse and support teacher, you had gotten considerably close with your colleague, Shouta Aizawa. He admired your resourcefulness and readiness to assist, and found that your quirk was as strong as it was because of your selfless and caring personality. The two of you frequently met up in the teacher’s lounge before class to complain about specific students, discuss possible lesson plans, or just simply catch up on your personal lives over a piping hot cup of instant coffee, courtesy of whoever forgot to bring the box of it home. Around maybe a year or so ago, you began to accept that you were in love with the scruffy, careless man. Nights upon nights of tossing and turning, crying and laughing, and contemplating had led you to the conclusion that admitting this to him, or anyone else, would be detrimental to his career and the safety of the students. You found it depressing that you were so hopelessly in love, and wasn’t able to do a single thing about it; all you could do was occasionally buy him lunch, sub for him during your free period, and make an exaggerated point to welcome him to work every morning.

Back to the matter at hand. You shook yourself out of a daydream about what could be if it weren’t for your professions, and scolded yourself under your breath for being so easily distracted in the middle of a crisis in which lives were at stake. What if he was hurt, though?

Suddenly, you felt a strong grip on your shoulder, and turned around to see All Might before you, looking worn and battered from years of battle, as well as the current stress the staff collectively shared due to the intrusion.

“Toshinori? What’s wrong? Where am I needed?” you sputtered out, worried about what he may say and something tugging at the back of your head that screamed at you to go out into the battle and help the other heroes, instead of waiting around here where there was nothing to be done. However, you knew you were needed here. You two were the only ones watching over the safety point.

“Its okay- I was just here to tell you that everyone here is accounted for. They need you out on the grounds to help the ones fighting”.

With no more than a determined nod, you stormed out of the main building and out into the combat, where you were quick to notice that there were considerably fewer heroes present than you had intended to see… The integrity of the surrounding buildings was no longer, most of them having had their walls knocked down and windows busted out. You quietly hoped that the glass had been broken from the impact of a villain being thrown against it, but with the amount of wounds you had healed in the past hour, you knew better than to assume that was the case. In reality, it was an absolute disaster.

“Eraser! You can’t hold them back on your own for much longer, just let Mirio intervene!” you heard someone distant shout, and quickly hastily began to search for Aizawa; your gut instinct was right, he needed help.

“I fucking told you, now stop distracting me! There’s no need for the students to get any more involved…” he trailed off, having been struck in the face.

“Shouta!” you called out to him, sprinting as hard as you could in the direction of his voice, finding him engaged in battle with a large, hideous figure, whose skin was a deep, unnerving green embellished with huge, swelling boyles. He had a grip on Aizawa’s neck, and you could see… blood gushing from his eyes. He couldn’t see to use his quirk. You could feel your heart sink into your stomach; there was no way that he could make it out of this on his own. What if you hadn’t showed up? Having been trained to think rationally in these situations, you quickly called out for another hero to take the lead. One look and you knew that you, without any offensive capabilities, wouldn’t be able to take this monster out. Besides, you had to help Aizawa.

Mirio was on call in an instant; his cape had been torn off and his costume torn in spots, but nothing could ever touch his strikingly faithful spirit. He was quick to pry his teacher from the grip of the beast, knowing your intentions of using your quirk to help Aizawa and thus baiting the villain into a different area, so that you had enough time and security to go through with the process. 

He was in terrible condition. There he lay, desolate and helpless, blood oozing out from his wounded eyes and his appendages bent every which way. His scarves were long gone, having been stripped from him to make overtaking him an easier task. He was targeted, and you knew it.

“Shouta! Shouta - i-it’s me! Can you hear me?” he was clearly in worse condition than when you had first heard him only moments ago, before you had located him. Seeing him in so much pain, it was… the worst thing that you ever had to go through. Before you knew it, tears spilled out from your eyes and cascaded the bumps in your swollen cheeks, down your chin and dripping onto his chest. Without giving him time to answer, you threw yourself on top of him in a protective manner and drained all the love from your body into him.

“Huh?” he coughed a few times, and then wiped the blood off of his face with the arm that was broken only moments ago. You had never been known to be able to heal so many serious injuries at once, at such a speed, and this immediately alarmed him once he was steady enough to have a firm grasp on his consciousness. “No, w-wait, stop!” he pushed himself away from you, sliding out from under your body, subsequently collapsing from the energy that it took.

Already, you were shaking from the pain. You began to shake as it overtook you, but you didn’t lose sight of your goal. You never did, never wavered. He loved how stubborn you were, adored how determined you were, but in this moment all he wanted to do was grab you by the shoulders and scream some sense into you.

Desperate, you pinned his arms down and looked over him, sobbing. It broke his heart.

“Please, stop, please!” he begged you. “I’m fine now, I really am, you don’t need to do this. It’s unnecessary!” he ditched his stoic demeanor in turn for a plead. He was in excruciating pain, and didn’t want to begin to imagine how bad it was for you; all he wanted was for you to stay out of harm’s way, and yet here you were suffering for his sake.

“No!” you practically screamed in his face, causing him to wince. “I can’t- I can’t let you die! I can’t let you be hurt like this…” You stuttered through choked sobs, partly from emotions, partly because of the extremity that your body was subject to. 

“I won’t die- you’ve already done enough - I can make it to the hospital just fine, so why are you putting yourself through this?” he was lying, and he knew it; if he wasn’t then he would have simply pushed you off of him by now.

“Because I love you!” 

You weren’t even aware of what you had just said, or rather, it didn’t register that you hadn’t developed the sort of relationship with him that it was a normal thing to say. What did it matter anyways?

“I- I love you, too…” Aizawa said, feeling a huge weight leave his chest. Feeling more at ease, he flipped you over onto your back, causing you to cough up blood. Shaken, he sat you up so you wouldn’t choke and made a point not to touch you, as badly as you just wanted to hold you tight, so that you couldn’t use your quirk.

“I love you” he choked out, feeling immense shame and guilt for your wellbeing. No response. You fell over, limp the pain having been too overwhelming for your body to handle at once. 

You were dead.

And it was all because of him

-mod jo

[imagine-loki]

Pride and Prejudice

TITLE: Pride and Prejudice CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 44 AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.     RATING: Mature   NOTES/WARNINGS: Forced Marriage, not all fun and games. My first real step back into the Loki scene in over a year.

Tags - @skulliebythesea @asimovethroughthisworld @blackcherry26-blog @we-shadowhunter2901

Loki rushed through the halls. He finally grasped what Ella had stated. Her rounded stomach that he had failed to notice the night before in the steamy bathroom and with her sitting on him as they coupled in the dark had not revealed her condition to him. He knew there was something different about her, her breasts were different, but he had not realised why. He had sired a child. The mere thought of such made him feel like shaking. A child, he was a father. Ella tried to tell him before he fell asleep but he was so tired he did not hear. He then thought of her actions in the throne room moments before. Defending her honour as his mate, using calm logic to pull apart the statements made against her and her defence of him and his parentage. She took personal offence to how Kristoff referenced their potential children, and the child she was carrying been seen as being lesser beings for not being full Jotnar. He still could not fully grasp that she was with child. It explained his protectiveness of her, how he could not stop himself fretting about her not being close to him. He instinctually was protecting the child. He knew that sires were always protective of their mate when they were carrying, but ones that had only one mate tended to be more so. It explained a lot but he was not overly concerned about that right away, his focus was on her mentioning that the child was coming in only eight months, he could not figure out how it would arrive so soon. When he got to their rooms, he rushed through the doors, startling her.

“Eight months?” That was all that left his mouth.

“It will arrive in eight months, yes.” She confirmed, watching his demeanour carefully.

“How?”

“Well, I will be in considerable pain for some hours as my body…” The expression on his face ceased her sarcastic answer. “You impregnated me ten months ago, so according to the healers here and on Asgard that I have consulted at length with, even with a quarter Jotnar lineage, which is, of course, far longer than Aesir gestational times, I seem to be growing on target to give birth then. Again, I told you this last night but I think you were too tired to remember.”

“So….when I left…? You did not think to tell me?”

“I had only discovered less than a week before. With a first pregnancy, it is not recommended to notify even the father….”

“No, no Asgardian tripe, this is Jotunheim and on Jotunheim, you tell a sire as soon as you know,” Loki growled. “I could have died not knowing I was a sire.”

“I would not know that, would I? You never told me, and I tried to tell you before you left,” Loki frowned. “Just as Arden interrupted us to tell you to leave, I was going to tell you then but he stopped me from being able to. Trust me, I felt uneasy about it and had tried a few times to think of a manner to tell you.”

Loki inhaled deeply. Ella always endeavoured to be truthful and declared time and again that in their marriage, especially in the earliest stages after the incident with her health, honesty was all they had. “With how sick you were, will it affect…?”

“No, everything is perfectly fine. Your heir is safe and growing well.”

“You cannot know it is an heir, the Allfather only knew you to be female because of this Soul Forge I have heard so much of.” Loki’s tone was far softer after the initial shock ceased.

Ella only smiled before walking forward, taking his hand and placing it to her stomach where the child grew. Using her seidr, she was able to check the child fully and showing him the image her seidr was relaying to her, including the child’s genitalia. She looked at him and smiled again. “That is one of the two required for the agreement in place.”

Loki could not help but feel incredible pride at having sired a son. Had he sired a daughter, he knew it would be equally joyous, but thinking of what would occur as the child grew, sitting on the throne, his son on his lap, learning how to be King of Jotunheim, how to best tend to the needs of the people, that made his chest swell with pride. Ella’s seidr had been so accurate in showing their child, he could see his markings begin to form. He had never known that they grow in the womb, but they were starting to show already and were quite identical to his own, which made sense, as his dam did not have any to add to the genes. He knew Ella would never be unfaithful, the moment Arden mentioned the rumours of court, he knew them to be false. The genuine look of relieved happiness on her face when he had arrived back, the willing manner in which she allowed their coupling, knowing she did not have to since she was already carrying, he knew it to be lies. Her reaction when he mentioned the rumours to her was not one of someone with something to hide but a woman angered that someone would dare suggest she would discard her own moral code for something so ridiculous. “It doesn’t matter that it’s a boy, if it were a girl…that agreement, my father should never have made that part of the agreement.”

“On Asgard, every man wants sons. I even hear here that they are more coveted. There are more females than males, for a realm to be at full strength, it requires a lot of males.”

Loki shook his head. “I don’t care. I genuinely could not care less what gender the child is. I will not lie, I am elated at what I will do with my son when he is older, the moments we will share as I did with my own father, but if you were carrying a daughter...I would dote on her no end.” He looked her in the eye as he spoke, hoping to convey that he was being genuine. “I know it is not the normal response, but I remember telling you that Helbindi is adamant to have daughters.”

“I would love to know how he plans to do that purposely,” Ella laughed. “And in case he asks you to ask me, no, I do not know a spell for that.”

“Is there one?”

“Some very very shady ones I would not trust that supposedly assist in giving a higher chance of sons, but my studying of apothecary and other such things would suggest there is little credibility to their claims.”

“Why did you study them?” Loki asked worriedly.

“Curiosity. I know all men want sons and I assumed when I was younger, so would you as a high standing Jotnar. I did not know then that you were to be king after your father and that you are not inclined to care for such things, but I was not to know then of course. I wanted to see if I could do my duty...to not…” She silenced and swallowed before she could not look him in the eye and went to walk away.

Loki realised immediately that she would not complete the sentence. He thought to touch her arm but decided against it and instead deliberately followed after her. “Please, finish that sentence.” She said nothing. “You always endeavour to be honest, silence is not the same.”

“It is not dishonest though, is it?” She challenged. “It does not matter.”

“Did you use a spell to ensure you carried a boy?” Ella’s look of appalled shock told him the answer. “But you feared carrying a girl?” Again, her face told the answer, a resounding yes and a slight look of shame before he realised something. “You did not want a daughter to be put through this, did you? That is what you tried to avoid.”

With her head hanging slightly, Ella gave a slight nod. “I know this was difficult at the beginning but I am very fortunate that you are the sort of man you are, and I know my parents love each other dearly, but so many are not so lucky, I don’t…”

Loki’s throat tightened at such a thought. “My father only agreed to this to stop the war, to guarantee the Casket’s return. Going forward, there will be no such agreements for my children, especially my daughters.”

“Your daughters?” Ella eyed him challengingly. “I am not some mere vessel for your children, you know?”

Loki, worried that he had angered her, something he knew some females were prone to doing through carrying but her eyes did not have anger in them. “You know what I mean.” He chuckled.

“Using me for my uterus.”

Loki could not help but smile at her playfulness. “I apologise for not listening last night,” he stated coyly before wincing slightly. “And for my bursting in now and merely saying ’eight months’ and not something more befitting the situation. How has it been for you? Have you been ill with the child?”

“Mostly tired really, not very ill, nauseous more than anything. All I wished for was sleep. I spent more time sending a clone to court than going myself. I just wished to sleep.”

“Would they not have noticed that the clone was not you, considering they are not solid in form?” Loki questioned. Ella smirked and rose a brow. “You did not do it to full strength in the throneroom a moment ago, did you?”

“Not even in the realms of strong.” She performed that same spell again and Loki was facing another clone of himself, this time, completely solid-looking, his nuances entirely perfect.

“You could create great issues with that if you chose.”

“I could, but I have yet to see fit to do so.” She waved her hand and his clone disappeared.

“Have you used that before to impersonate me?” Loki asked worriedly.

“Not in public, no. I have practised doing it in here when you were gone and I had no company. Well, I had Greta for company when I wished for it but overall, I’ve just tried to stay here when possible. With you not here, it has not felt right, your presence or even the pretence of it has been comforting.” She confessed, toying with her hands as she admitted it.

Somewhere under everything, Loki felt a surge of pride. Subliminally Ella, or perhaps the baby itself knew that he should be there with them that he was required for them for their comfort. “It makes sense, in its own manner.” She frowned slightly. “Since my return, I have felt a peculiar urge to protect you, before I could not explain but now that you have mentioned the child, it makes perfect sense. Of course, I would feel the need to protect the child and you as the dam.” She nodded slightly, though, in her features, he could see something akin to hurt. “I am not saying that I would simply feel protective of you because of that but…am I reading too much into this?”

“I think you have been previously warned of insulting females that are carrying and as a result, you think everything you say has a risk of being perceived as an insult and with my abilities...”

“I have spent time in the presence of beings that you have unleashed Hel on previously. You are incredibly terrifying. And don’t think Byleistr did not mention your actions in his presence and those who came after us told of your actions in court.” He explained though he did not mention the surge of pride he had when he heard it. Seeing the smug smile on her face as she recalled such events. Thinking of her snapping at those who thought her inferior to them, such as the filthy Kristoff and his previous bedpartner, he could not even remember her name as that had been their agreement at the time, some fun, she had been a distraction for a short time but she had been boring and silly, nothing more. Ella was intelligent, she never spoke for the sake of speaking, everything had a purpose and the rest of the time, she sat, politely listening but always keenly in case something of note was being said. Everything she did was for a purpose, it was something about her that he respected deeply and had tried to emulate in himself. The manner she dealt with the situation regarding court was captivating, she would not let Kristoff try to alter the conversation, she focused fully on his comments and did not stop until she revealed his motives entirely and commanded the room whilst she occupied it, it was something he could not help finding alluring. His mate fought for them ardently and took pride in carrying their child and dressing to show her allegiance to him. He found his gaze going to her again before realising she was looking at his with slight concern on her face as to why he had gone silent. His eyes for their way over her body, her slightly larger breasts and stomach becoming his focus.

“Like something?”

He looked at Ella’s face to see her smirking and indicating to his loincloth which was clearly tenting. He could only shrug at her. “It was a long eight months.”

“Evidentally.” She turned and walked towards the bedroom. “For both of us.”

Loki did not wait for further instruction and rushed after her, knowing that if she wished to be left alone, she would be vocal about it.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

In Chains (Chapter Four) Rusty Chains (Trafalgar Law)

Samira rocked her rounded hips to a foreign tune as she waited for the timer to activate on the dryer. It wasn’t hard work, despite her broken arm, but the quantity of dirty clothing made her head spin in doubt. She had never seen a pile so immense, and yet accustomed to the simple mechanics of the machine – Shachi taught her the effective way to use it – the pile never came to be done.

A curse, she alleged. The clothes had to be. How else were they amassing? Samira panted and brushed her lengthy white hair over her shoulder. It was sticky and musty beneath the engine room. Take away the music and she was confident that sooner or later she’d lose her mind.

In regards, Samira pressed the button to replay the piece once it ended. She resumed her dancing as the notes poured from the opening of the shark eye. Remarkable, this device was. Samira had never seen one before; Shachi called it a tone dial, a moon shaped shell decorated with russet bands that recorded sound and replayed it back. He revealed to her – when she asked – that a member of his crew bought the foreign dial at a merchant stall. It came preset with the tune, but could be recorded over if ever they found a piece better suited to their tastes. She hoped not; she honestly liked this tune. It lured her to dance.

The timer on the dryer went off with a loud buzz, and Samira returned to her work. She fished out the toasty polyester boiler suits and dumped them into a large rolling cart, then put in another soggy batch from the washer. Swaying over to the amassing pile on the floor, she gathered as much as her arms could tote, intending to wash another load, but a noise caught her attention.

Samira turned towards the stairs and saw Ikkaku there, watching her with a canny smile.

“Oh! I wasn’t aware you were standing there.” Samira laughed softly and filled the washer. She played off her shock incredibly well; her heart was honestly pounding.

Ikkaku ambled over and leaned against the machine. “Sorry for that, but I didn’t want to interrupt. You dance extremely well.”

“That … oh, that was just me swaying from side to side. There’s an entire dance that goes along with it,” she explained.

Samira was not timid when it came to music and dance. Her mother taught her plenty about the world; traditions and lore. Her favorite was learning the various styles of dance – she’d perform them in front of the people of her homestead. The one Ikkaku caught her doing was invented by her country.

“An entire dance, huh? Ya got to show me some time,” said woman chirped.

Samira agreed and leaned against the machine next to Ikkaku. She got along fine with said woman; they shared an honest sized room, and with the brief time given, they became quick friends. Samira didn’t reveal much about herself, other than her dislike of the crew’s uniforms, but Ikkaku didn’t share much with her either. She wanted to know how such an amiable woman came to be a pirate, but like herself, thought that whatever reason she had was her own business.

“Are these clothes cursed? They seem to be growing.”

Ikkaku gave her a look of shock, then laughed. “Almost seems that way, doesn’t it? But, no. Some of the crew in the engine room go through uniforms quicker than the others, so they dump them into the chute and they amass down here. Shachi did ya real dirty, making ya do this chore; though it’s better than others.”

“I’ll be sure to thank him when I see him again,” Samira huffed.

She would honestly like to see that; fortunately, she would. “We’re expected to reach the next island soon; a place called the Crocus Sea. Ask nicely and the Captain may let you come with us.”

“I’m certain he will,” Samira said darkly.

Law swore to hand her over to the authorities upon reaching the island. She knew nothing about him, but she assumed he was true to his word. Her heart filled with dread. Was there no way to sway his decision? Perhaps ask him to let her go. Samira hadn’t seen Law, or heard from him since he dispatched her from his care; her arm was evidently fine enough for him not to worry about.

“About how long do you suppose it will take to reach the island?”

Ikkaku hummed in thought. “Not sure, but trust me, you will know it when we get there.”

“Mester (mister) Trafalgar stays mostly in his room, correct? I need to speak with him about something.”

She wittingly smiled. “Remember to be nice.”

Samira agreed with a brief nod and hurried up the stairs. The engine room was vacant as she ambled down the narrow walkway, a rattling web of various metal devices at both her sides, but the air was still hot and sticky. She felt a significant difference as she excited the room and moved up a second flight of stairs. This set opened up into the crew bunks, the exact area she needed to be in. Law had a room at the end of the hall – thank the gods that Shachi gave her a tour, at least of the bottom levels.

The same hatch door Samira involuntarily spent time behind came into view. She stood in front of it for a moment, hesitant to knock, but the eager part of her, wanting to get this over with, brought down her fist in a series of gentle knocks. She waited patiently for Law to allow her in, then did so as he directed.

Law was seated at his desk, combing through a thick book; its title she couldn’t read. His eyes hardly lifted from its pages, but she knew that he was paying attention.

It surprised her even less that Law already knew why she was visiting him.

“Worried about my intentions with you?”

Samira sighed. “At first, of course, but I know that your plans for me have not changed. I came to ask for your permission to join the crew when they go onto the island.”

“Do you take me for an idiot?”

She grunted and shook her head. “I assumed that you’d come along, and I … will stay by your side the entire time.”

“That is something we can agree on. You can join us,” Law affirmed. He sat the book down on the desk top and grinned. “But under one condition.”

Samira narrowed her eyes. He agreed promptly; too promptly in her opinion. It crossed her mind that maybe he wanted her to ask, but Samira wasn’t for sure. She was concerned, but agreed nonetheless.

“The island we’re heading to is mostly uncharted. Its magnetic waves aren’t strong enough to record with a Log Pose, so on our way across the Grand Line, we paid it no mind. I have reason to believe that something of interest to me is on that island, but I also believe the island to be dangerous, therefore if you intend to tag along, I demand that you wear a suit,” he explained.

She pouted in defeat. “I should get ready then. Mutasakkir ‘awi (thank you very much).”

Samira dismissed herself, averse to the whole idea – mostly because of the bounty; partially because she strongly disliked the boiler suits. In any case, she needed to speak with Ikkaku before they surfaced.

--

“Told ya so,” Ikkaku hollered.

Despite her raising her voice over the alarm, Samira could not hear her. It howled across the sub like a monkey for a few minutes, then all at once ended. A sonorous voice replaced it, notifying the crew that the Polar Tang was surfacing. Samira removed her hands from her ears and gave Ikkaku an eager look.

“Can we go up now?”

She laughed. “Aye. The sub will resurface by the time we reach the upper level.”

Samira lurched forward with the first step – the leather boots she was given were heavy and hard to move around in – but steadied herself as she followed the teasing woman from their bunk. She witnessed a small number of the crew scurry from their shared rooms; some heading towards the engine room, and some heading up to the next level. Samira took the stairs and closely walked behind Ikkaku as she led the way. She had been on the upper level a few times with Shachi; its where the crew ate breakfast and dinner, an extensive galley with a fridge and well stocked pantry were also on this level.

There was even a large hatch double door that Samira was curious about. She never asked Shachi where it led, but she had an idea. It was wide open as she and Ikkaku made it to the top of the stairs; rays of warm and natural light leaked in. She smiled in excitement. They were at last outside.

Samira walked out onto the deck and took a deep breath. The fresh air was marvelous; it was thick and humid, but superb compared to the stale air inside the sub.

“Nice, don’t ya think?”

She agreed with Ikkaku and leaned back her head to glance up at the evening sky. The length of hair braided over her shoulder fell down her back as she did so. “Feels like forever since I’ve seen the sky. I don’t know how any of you can tolerate that muggy submarine for long periods of time.”

“You get used to it after so long,” Ikkaku mentioned. She looked around and sighed in disappointment. Her crewmates were fast at work, expecting one another to contribute. “I should help out, but explore if you want to. I don’t think the Captain will mind as long as you stay within his line of sight.”

Samira thanked her and walked over to the side of the sub. A black wrought iron railing kept her from tumbling into the swampy water below, yet she was careful not to lean over it as she peered down at the frame of the sub. Her eyes widened in shock. It was larger than she thought; a dynamic yellow craft that barely cracked the surface. She spotted the emblem on the far-left side, the same smiling face Law wore printed on his hoodie; the same emblem printed on her uniform. It bothered her that she couldn’t remember where she had seen it before. It was so unusual.

“What’s on your mind, Amunet-ya?”

She lurched in fear, then gave Law a glare. “Don’t sneak up on me. You about made me fall over.”

“I doubt that,” he stated. “But had you fallen in; you would have surely drowned.”

Samira pouted. “Some doctor you are. Wouldn’t even save me if I were to fall in.”

“Does that mean you can’t swim?”

She thought about it for a moment. No. She supposed that she never learned. “My country doesn’t have a lot of rivers or lakes, and the few it does have, well … it’s not safe to swim in them.”

Law rested against the railing in thought. That didn’t tell him much. Suppose he did toss her overboard. Would she sink, or swim? He was well aware of her wondering eyes on him.

“You’re staring,” he told her.

Samira felt her cheeks heat up. “I don’t mean to, but I don’t think I’ve seen you wear anything but a hoodie since I’ve been aboard your sub.”

He was dressed in a sea foam colored jacket with yellow linked bands over an open vest with a hood and a light gray shirt. Samira caught a glimpse of ink peeking out from the neck of his crew cut, but opted not to comment about it; most people had tattoos.  

“We’re venturing into a tropical moist forest, Amunet-ya. My choice of attire is not really your concern,” he retorted.

She agreed. “It’s not. I was making an observation is all.”

“Then you’re aware that your arms are supposed to go into the sleeves of the boiler suit?”

Samira rolled her eyes. Yeah, she knew. There was nothing wrong with tying them around her waist. She was wearing the damned thing, wasn’t she? Plus, she wore a loose-fitting shirt with bell sleeves to protect her arms.

“I can’t fit my cast through the armholes.”

Law grinned in enjoyment. “Then don’t cry to me when you get eat up by insects.”

“Tozz fiik (screw you),” she hissed.

He snorted. “Speak in a language that I can understand, Amunet-ya. I’d hate to exclude you from the party before you ever left the sub.”

“Aye, Meister (mister) Trafalgar,” she retorted with a pout.

She peered over the railing again. The sub appeared to be drifting down a wide bending river with an abundance of plant life on each side.

“Where is this river taking us?”

Law thought about keeping this information from her – she was all in all a visitor aboard his sub – but decided to keep her informed because she was going with them.

“The sub is moving to the other side of the island, but the plan is for us to disembark before then. Our helmsman will steer out to sea and watch for my signal to circle around and pick us back up,” Law explained slowly. “I told you earlier that the Log Pose can’t read the magnetic waves of the Crocus Sea because they’re too low, however on the island is different. The magnetic waves are exponentially higher.”

Samira understood to an extent. She knew a bit about navigating, forced to travel the sea on her own for some time. Once on an island, the Log Pose would reset. The given time in which this took varied.

“How long do you think it will take for the Log Pose to reset?”

Law was frank. “I don’t know enough about the island to answer that. You will need to be ready when I give the signal; we don’t intend to stop.”

“What’s the signal?”

She grunted in annoyance as he walked away, leaving her alone with unanswered questions. Samira mouthed a curse at him and continued her survey of the ship. At this time the crew had the sails lowered; two masts on the front and back levels of the deck showed the extent of the billowing wind. She watched them for a minute until her name was called; Shachi waved at her from the front deck, but remembering how dirty he did her, Samira playfully turned up her nose and ignored him. She didn’t catch his reaction, but she heard Ikkaku laugh as she stood beside her.

“Serves him right,” she chirped happily. “Keep this up, and he’ll be reduced to a blathering mess by the end of the day.”

Samira lifted her hand to her mouth and laughed. “He absolutely deserves it, but I hope he doesn’t take this too seriously.”

“He’ll be fine … come on; the party is meeting up top.” Ikkaku took her hand and led her back through the double hatch doors and back into the sub.

At the other end of the galley was a set of identical doors that opened up onto the upper deck. A small group of four were stationed there. Shachi and Penguin were among them – the latter she met shortly after Law released her from his care – including the doctor himself and a white bear wearing an orange boiler suit; it carried a large sword over its shoulder.

“Is the bear real?”

Samira was in awe. She had never seen a beast so cute in her entire life.

“As real as you and me, and he talks. His name is Bepo. You haven’t yet met him, because he mostly stays in the control room. He’s our navigator,” Ikkaku explained.

She quietly squealed and rocked her hips from side to side.

“He’ll be thrilled to hear that you aren’t scared of him,” the pirate mentioned with a smile. “He tends to get depressed easily, so if you speak to him, remember that.”

Samira frowned. Why ever would she be scared of him? Her country was filled with frightening beasts and terrible people. She doubted that Bepo was anything like them.

“Get ready to go ashore,” Law called out, breaking her thoughts.

She witnessed him walk over to the railing near the back of the deck and bounce something tiny and spherical in his hand. Samira looked to the horizon and noticed a small ship anchored near the bank. It was clearly a pirate ship. No one seemed to be on it though. Had it been abandoned? She barely had time to think before she was swallowed by a clear blue dome. Seconds later, she was staring at the Polar Tang as it sailed on by.

What just happened? Samira took an unsteady step and franticly glanced around. She and the others were on the deck of the abandoned pirate ship. But how?

“You okay, Samira?”

Said woman lurched forward in shock and gave Ikkaku a bemused look. “We were just on the sub. How did we get here?”

“Our captain has Devil Fruit powers,” she easily explained.

Devil Fruit powers?

“I don’t know what that means,” Samira replied. She had never heard of such a thing. Did Law really move them from one area to another with this power?

Ikkaku hummed in thought. “I don’t know too much about them myself, but some people even claim the eater of a Devil Fruit is cursed until death. The Captain would know more about it though.”

“Cursed … like me,” she uttered.

She and Law had more in common then she originally thought. Her eyes moved to said man as he spoke privately with Shachi and Bepo. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt connected to him somehow. Like heavy rusted chains were wrapped around them.

--

Bepo curled up his nose in disgust. The smell was too strong to ignore. He easily located the source as soon as his captain moved them onto the ship.

“It’s the same, isn’t it?”

Shachi knew he didn’t have to ask. It looked the same, a dart attached to a base that was shaped like the head of a frog. But what was it doing here? Lodged in the mast. And where was the crew? Penguin was still searching the insides of the ship as Law ordered as a precaution.

“Can you track the scent, Bepo? We need to find the crew,” Law directed.

Said bear whined in protest. “I can, but it stinks horribly.”

“Your nose will save us some time,” Shachi mentioned, nearly shoving the dart into his face. “So, suck it up buttercup and get to tracking.”

Bepo crooked his head and apologized. He coughed as the bitter smell invaded his nose. The scent went further into the forest.

“Northeast; that’s the strongest and most recent trail.”

Law sighed. He was hoping to find them closer to their ship. His eyes moved across the deck to Samira; she appeared distracted, staring at him in thought.

A grin curved his lips.

Soon Amunet-ya. Real soon.

[zairapvrker]

disabledsos day!

Author’s note: heya everyone! i took some time off of your requests, and i apologize for that, because in the past couple of days i’ve been working on this fic for this amazing and wonderful project! disabledsos was born to bring visibility to fans who are dealing with any sort of disability and spread awareness to make the community feel loved within the fandom. if you wanna read more about it, and i really encourage you to, i’ll leave the link for the original post here: https://skinnylukes.tumblr.com/post/613965381647876096/attention-5sos-fanswriters thank you so much to @skinnylukes for reaching out to me about this, i feel very honoured to partake in the project you’ve created with so much dedication and love.  i tried my very best to educate myself about the disabling disease i’ll be writing about, however i apologize if some details are missing or wrong. please feel free to correct me, constructive criticism is always welcomed! and to all of you strong, amazing, beautiful people who fight everyday, i’m so proud of you all and my heart goes out to you, never give up, we’re all here for you! i keep you in my thoughts, always. 

Multiple Sclerosis (MS) is a potentially disabling disease of the brain and spinal cord. In MS, the immune system attacks the protective sheath (myelin) that covers nerve fibers and causes communication problems between your brain and the rest of your body. Eventually, the disease can cause permanent damage or deterioration of the nerves. Signs and symptoms of MS vary widely and depend on the amount of damage and which nerves are affected. Some people with severe MS may lose the ability to walk independently or at all, while others may experience long periods of remission without any new symptoms. MS can occur at any age, but usually affects people between the ages of 16 and 55. There’s no cure for multiple sclerosis. However, treatments can help speed recovery from attacks, modify the course of the disease and manage symptoms. These last ones can vary from person to person and differ greatly and over the course of the disease depending on the location of affected nerve fibers. Symptoms often affect movement, such as numbness or weakness in one or more limbs that typically occurs on one side of your body at a time, or the legs and trunk, electric-shock sensations that occur with certain neck movements, tremor, lack of coordination or unsteady gait. Vision problems are also common, such as partial or complete loss of vision, usually in one eye at a time, prolonged double vision and blurry vision. People with MS may also develop muscle stiffness or spasms, paralysis (typically in the legs), mental changes such as forgetfulness or mood swings, depression and epilepsy.

“Mikey, I’m home!” you yelled as soon as you’d entered your shared apartment. Your roommate, and best friend, was almost always on the couch playing videogames but the headset he used to play made it hard for him to hear any sound outside of the yelling of his friends. That’s why you always had to be loud when you came home from work, slamming the door and calling out for him to notify him of your presence.

It had been an incredibly hard day, your stress levels were through the roof. It seemed you forgot pretty much every task you were supposed to do, remembering only when reminded, and couldn’t keep your focus. After all, you were in charge of much and with the imminent publishing of a new article, you’d blamed it on the general chaos that overtook the entire office.

“Hey, you” you nudged Michael’s shoulder as you sat down next to him on the couch, making his head turn in your direction. A smile opened up on his face upon seeing you finally home. “Hey, you’re back!” he exclaimed happily, stamping a kiss on your cheek. You giggled watching as he bid goodbye to his friends and shut the TV off. “So, I haven’t had the chance to get started on dinner-“ he started, sheepishly. “Michael!” you reprimanded with a smile on your face, slapping his arm playfully. “But I did think about what kind of take out to order” he justified, his arms up in surrender, the same amused smile you showcased on your face etched on his. You’d sighed. “And what is it?” you asked giggling. “Chinese, of course” he rolled his eyes. “Alright, but you call!” you pointed a finger at him as Michael nodded, getting up to go change out of the clothes you’d worn for the day.

Michael was quick to grip your hand to offer some sort of support as he saw you falter in your step, almost falling back down on the couch, while getting up. “Is everything okay?” the concern in his vice was clear. You squeezed his hand, waiting for the dizzying sensation of shock to pass and your sight to go back in focus. “Yeah, yeah” you reassured, slowly opening your eyes. “It’s been a long day” the smile you gave him was meant to ease his nerves, but Michael couldn’t help but worry as he watched you make your way to your room with a hand constantly pressed to the wall, in search for stability.

That evening you weren’t as talkative as usual, in fact, Michael did most of the talking. He told you about how one of the strings of one of his students’ guitar had snapped while he was tuning it for him and hit him in the face but had to laugh it off with tears in his eyes, his friends, the latest news. You just said it was a chaotic day at work, that your boss had yelled at you so much you thought your head was going to explode. He hugged you tight, offering to go and key her car if needed, which made you laugh softly. Feeling very tired, you excused yourself out of the usual Friday movie marathon. Michael smiled sweetly, saying it was okay and wishing you goodnight. He really is the best ever, you thought as you went back you your room.

The only way you could describe what happened when you woke up the next day was a nightmare. You almost though it was. You wanted to roll around to turn your alarm off, which even on Saturdays woke you up so you wouldn’t waste the day away in bed, but found you couldn’t. The motion was second nature to you, literally managing every day with your eyes closed, however the immobility of your torso made your eyes crack open as the alarm kept on going off.

Michael, on the contrary, liked to sleep in on Saturdays, so when he heard your alarm keeping on blaring he got off the bed and marched towards your room. When he opened the door he found you hopelessly trying to reach the alarm over on your nightstand but failing miserably. “Will you turn it off?” he huffed, going over to do it himself, yawning.

“I’m trying!” you snapped back, trying to sit up and failing. “I can’t feel my torso” you reasoned out loud, feeling the panic slowly set in.

“What?” Michael asked concerned, his eyes wide, as he took a seat beside you on the bed.

“I don’t know” it was safe to say you were confused. “I think it’ll go away, it may be the stress” you were trying to find a possible answer, pushing back the fear as best as possible.

“The stress?!” he exclaimed, his arms flying up. “You can’t feel half of your body and you think it’s stress?” clearly, he wasn’t as good as you were at rationalizing.

“Mike, it’ll go away” you voiced, his tone wasn’t helping you remain calm, his doubts the same as the ones you had but were trying to push at the back of your mind.

“Do you want me to help you sit up?” he asked then, offering his hands to hold onto. You nodded, slowly letting him help you with the motion.

Over the next couple of weeks, mostly spent in bed or on the couch and always requiring Michael to help you with every movement, the situation seemed to get better and worsen at the same time. The numbness was, in the span of a day, left behind in favour of wobbly legs and dizziness, you were always fatigued and tired. You had taken more days off of work in three weeks than ever since you started working. But just when you thought you had made it out of the woods, everything went downhill.

“It can’t go on like this” Michael sighed as, once again, he picked you up from the floor when your right leg had failed to support your weight while standing up from the couch. “We’re going to the ER” he stated, looking at you in the eyes.

You gulped, seeing the worry in his sparkling greens clear as day. Truth was you were worried too, but you were always used to downplay the discomfort you were in, brushing it off as if it were nothing. However, this was going too far and scaring you to your very bones. Nodding you agreed and he helped you prepare a bag in case you had to spend the night at the hospital, praying you wouldn’t have to, as silent tears made their way down your face.

Michael hated to see you like this, you were always so cheerful and bright, this was really taking a toll on you. He heard the quiet sniffles coming from you when he entered the room, finding you where he’d left you on your bed, folding a shirt into the duffle bag next to you. His heart had been held captive in a painful clench the last few days, the worry truly never leaving him and the confusion messing with his head. He took a seat next to you, putting his own change of clothes in the duffle, and taking your hands in his. Bringing them up to his lips, he left a light kiss on your knuckles.

“We’re getting you through whatever this is, alright?” he could hear his own voice faltering, watching as more tears pooled in your eyes. “I’m right here” he assured when you threw yourself into his arms, holding you tight. Next thing you knew, he was picking you up, almost forgetting the duffle and going out to his car. You made sure to turn off the lights and lock the door behind you.

The hours that followed were a whirlwind, dragging you down and down until you were sure you hit rock bottom when finally the results of all the tests and consultations with the doctors came to an end. All that you were sure of was Michael’s hand holding yours, fingers intertwined, when you were called back into the doctor’s office, from the waiting room full of other patients, and your legs failed to support you. Your best friend was the first to be at your side, followed by the doctor herself and a bunch of people in the waiting room. You couldn’t understand a thing that was going on, too many voices talking at the same time as you were sat on a wheeling chair and finally brought into the office. The diagnosis hit you like a slap in the face and you were sure you only heard half of the words that left the doctor’s mouth. “Multiple sclerosis is common at your age” “We will have to run more tests to make sure of what the complications you’ve developed are” “In some cases it is very hard to diagnose, but looking into the symptoms you’ve described and MRI we were lucky to find out right away” “Unfortunately, it was pretty quick to affect your legs, clearly causing an impairment we need to assess” “There are ways to help you regain the ability to walk independently, if you’re lucky”

She’d used the word lucky a lot, you’d noticed, while talking. Unfortunately, you didn’t feel like that at all.

Calling your family to tell them the news had been extremely difficult, knowing that they were far away and could only visit so many times took a huge toll on you. You hated to admit to yourself that the positive outlook you’d always had on life was quickly fading in favour of judgement-clouding pessimism. The first night back from the hospital you’d spent crying after days of not letting a single emotion shine through. Hearing your sobs shattered Michael’s heart and it only got worse when he entered your dark room and held you as you shook, gripping his t-shirt in tight fists and wetting it with salty tears. He’d seen you at your lowest and he was determined to bring you back.

Making you listen was hard, the wall of hopelessness you’d built around you seemed insurmountable, but Michael was as determined as ever. He wasn’t about to let you fall any deeper into the pit of anger and frustration that never seemed to leave you.

“Have you listened to what the doctor said?” he asked pushing your wheelchair through the park near your apartment building. It was a beautiful day and he was determined to get you out of the house.

“No, Mike, I was tired” you mumbled, looking over at the kids running after each other in a game of tag.

“The more you refuse to move, the more it’ll hinder your exercises in physical therapy” he reminded, stopping near a bench so he could sit down and look at you in the eyes while having this conversation.

“Yeah, and what am I supposed to do?” you snapped. “Waltz out of this fucking chair and go for a jog?” you pointed to a pair of joggers who were about to pass you by.

“Well, one day you might be able to!” he insisted, making you shake your head with a scoff.

“And what if I’m not? What if I’ll never walk again?” you wanted it to sound harsh, convinced of what you were saying, but your voice betrayed you, breaking at the end.

“What if you do?” he asked back softly, hoping that his point got through to you. And it did. You took in a shaky breath, looking away from his hopeful eyes, not bearing to see how much he’d believed in you when you didn’t.

--

Michael was there for you through every up and down: he held you when you couldn’t fall asleep because your anxieties and worries were eating away at your peace of mind, he was there to listen when you listed all the reasons why you believed you wouldn’t be albe to do this, always offering reasons why you could right back. He came to every appointment of physical therapy you had, he was with you every time you had to go to the hospital for check-ups or visits and was also there when it was explained to you that you had Relapsing Remitting MS, which meant that you would have episodes or spikes after periods of time without any new symptoms and it was a possibility that you could slow down the progression of the condition and manage symptoms, possibly walking on your own again if you were consistent with medication and exercising.

And while you were still worried, you couldn’t help but stare at the doctor with wide eyes. “R-Really?” you asked her, a smile threatening to slip at the mere thought of being able to stand for more than two minutes without the help of anyone.  

“Really” she confirmed as an elated sigh escaped you, Michael squeezed your hand, happy to see you hopeful.

It became routine for you two, when he came home from work right about when you shut your computer off as your part-time shift ended, to immediately start exercising. He was happy to finally see you as combative as you once were, determined to fight this off as much as possible.

“You gotta!” he reminded with a laugh from his spot beside you as he saw you panting on the yoga mattress in the middle of your living room. 

“I don’t wanna!” you whined covering your eyes with your arm. He chuckled, lifting it slowly as you peered up at him with one eye opened. 

“Come on, it’s the last set!” he encouraged and you huffed, knowing he was right. Propping yourself up on your elbows you looked at his adorable smile and rolled your eyes. Michael helped you up, slowly walking you to the wall, and stopping a foot away from it. He eased down with you into a sitting position as you let your back rest against the wall, finally letting go of you.

“Look at you, walking up to the wall without tripping!” he crossed his arms over his chest, smiling as you silently counted the seconds you needed to keep in position for. You chuckled, seeing proudness in his eyes. Once the squat exercise was over, you stood up with wobbly legs, only one hand resting on the wall behind you for support. You smiled widely upon seeing the look on his face.

“You can stand on your own?” he asked a little shocked as you nodded. “Since when?” he smiled brightly, quick to offer his help to walk back to the couch and sit down.

“Yesterday the phone was ringing, it was my mom, I forgot it on the shelf behind my desk and you weren’t at home, so I just… tried” you shrugged. Michael scoffed with a bright smile. “I almost tripped, but I fell back on the chair before I could”

“Atta girl!” he hugged you tight. “I’m so proud” he rocked you from side to side, making the both of you giggle.

It was taking incredible effort but you saw the improvements every day, slowly there was no need for you to hang on to the parallel bars at you sides as you hesitantly put a feet in front of the other, walking the short distance. There was no need for your nurse, or Michael, to help you stand up from a sitting position and you were even able to stand while you prepared your cereals in the morning before your best friend helped you walk to the dining table.

Slowly, Michael was able to go back to his normally longer shifts at music school as you found it easier and easier to move through the house either with crutches or, on the days when you were too tired, with your wheelchair.

“Need help?” Michael asked as you were in the kitchen microwaving some popcorn for your movie marathon.

“Nope!” you yelled back, leaning against the counter as you waited for the device to beep, crutches at your side. “Okay, maybe” you second guessed once you put the popcorn into the bowl.

Michael was quick on his feet, entering the kitchen with a lopsided smile, leaning on the door frame with one shoulder as his hands went to the pockets of his basketball shorts.

“Can you take the bowl?” you smiled sheepishly. He chuckled, nodding as he complied. “Thanks” you blew a kiss his way, steadying yourself on the crutches and making your way to the couch. Michael stayed back, watching you.

“Staring is rude” you snickered, sitting down and laying your crutches down on the floor.

“I wasn’t staring” he defended, making his way over. You cocked an eyebrow at him with a smirk.

“I was admiring how far you’ve come” he added, bringing some popcorn to his mouth as he sat down.

“Sure, Clifford” you laughed, reaching for some popcorn too.

“I’m serious!” he exclaimed. “Eight months ago you barely wanted to get out of bed, now you’re walking around the house and are basically a fitness instructor” you scoffed as he giggled.

“Just wait till new symptoms show up in a few years” you sighed, pressing play on the movie. Michael snapped his head in your direction, his brows furrowed.

“Hey, no, don’t talk like that” he almost scolded.

“Mikey, it’s fine, I made my peace with it. My life is always going to be like this” you gestured to the crutches and the wheelchair in the corner, shrugging.

“No, it’s not” he couldn’t help but raise his voice a little, disbelieving of the words that were leaving your mouth. “You’re taking back the life that this tried to pry from you, you’re fighting and it’s working. You’ll be able to walk again soon and if new symptoms show up you’ll learn to monitor them and make them your bitches”

“My bitches?” you couldn’t help but let an amused snicker out. You saw the left corner of his mouth tilting up, trying to keep the laughter at bay, after all, you were too.

“Yes” he said resolutely. “I’m helping you through this, remember? Every step of the way” it wasn’t time to cry, you reminded yourself, pushing back the tears as you nodded.

“Thanks Mikey” you let your head rest on his shoulder, sitting back. He just left a kiss on top of your head, resting his cheek against it as you both focused on the movie playing.

--

“Michael, come here!” you didn’t like to scare him, you really didn’t, but when he slowed down the fast jog he made over to you room, panting slightly and ready to help however he could, a glint of panic in his eyes, you couldn’t help but feel the need to suppress your laughter. “Stay there” you said, watching confusion grow on his face, as he settled by the door.

“What’s wron-“ you shushed him before he could finish, slowly sitting up from your bed. Michael watched as you stood up without the need to hold onto anything, starting to walk  towards him without needing any help. His mouth opened in surprise and you smiled, finally reaching him.

“Hi” you said, a feet away from him. You didn’t have the chance to see his glassy eyes, full of pride, because he was quick to engulf you in his arms and pick you up to spin you around just once, as you giggled elated. He held you tight, his face hiding in the crook of your neck.

“Are you crying?” you asked slightly amused, feeling your skin getting wet.

“No” came the muffled response from him. “You did it” he whispered, still not moving.

“It’s not the end of anything, but by the looks of it… I can walk on my own now” you said, bringing a hand up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Thank you for never giving up on me”

“Thank you for not giving up on yourself” he sniffled, finally looking at you with probably the brightest smile you’ve ever seen him display over the course of the last year and a half. You smiled too, a single tear of joy running down your face which Michael was quick to dry with the pad of his thumb.

He left a sweet kiss on your forehead. “We need to call everyone!” he jumped up in joy only seconds after, making you giggle, taking you by the hand like he’d done over a million times by now and walking with you to the living room.

“You need to chill” you said, sitting down on the couch next to him.

“Never!” he exclaimed, quickly searching for your mom’s contact. He really was the best, you thought looking at the one who had been by your side through one of the toughest of times and was sure to be there for you for anything that would come your way in the future, with a sweet smile.

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Awkward First Dates Witnessed By Staff.

Blogs By STEVIE JAYNE

6 Minute Read

If you think the staff didn’t notice your awkward interactions, you're mistaken. First Dates, we've all been on at least one.

They can be arranged to be anywhere. But now with access to social media at the tips of our fingers. We can meet people online without having ever met them in person before. Think about it, our parents use to walk down the street or attend an event. They would see someone they liked and exchange information to meet again. They exchanged information based on that first great interaction/moment.

Our generation, we exchange info before actually meeting them (wild). So, first dates typically happen somewhere with people around for that safety factor and a nice balance of distraction, to level out any quiet awkward moments. So over your dating app, you organised your date at a cafe or restaurant bar. Here are some stories of witnessed awkward dates by the Stevie Jayne Staff that have worked in hospitality before. Enjoy!

Claire, 25.

He arrived First and was clearly very nervous. He fidgeted back and forth between his phone and tapping the table. When she arrived, he stood up to hug her. He accidentally caught his foot between the table and chair. In the process, he knocks over the water bottle and glasses. Water spilling everywhere, all before she had even said a word to him. They stood there in silence as I wiped the table down. He was very polite and asked her what she would like to order? As he would go to the counter and pay. She told him and it was a very lengthy order filled with requirements. The panic on his face, as he said yep, ok, and walked to the counter. Poor guy, he didn't remember the order and was so worried about getting it wrong. He ran over to her again reluctantly, to confirm her order. Judging by his face, he would have been so nervous that nothing was going in. He came to the counter for the second time. Now, staff are now crowding around the counter to ears drop on the panic. I offered to help. I walked over to her, confirmed her order, and processed it through the register. I don't think he recovered from that moment on during the rest of the date. It was very cringy worthy.

Jess, 34.

They arrived together. He was super attractive and tall. As I came over to take their order, he stated his beverage and pointed to her, and said I'm assuming you've got this right? followed by a wink. She blushed, paused for a moment before continuing with her drink order. As I walked away, He continued, “Considering you’ve totally catfished me. You mars-well pay for me for coming and sticking around”.

In case you were wondering, she did pay for it in the end. It does suck, that It's seen as unprofessional to give life advice to my customers.

Sunshine, 27.

There are soooo many that I have witnessed. From the girl that couldn't stop saying the word “like” 6 times in every sentence. Or the guy that fell off the deck because he kept swinging in his chair. Which pushed him closer to the edge (Don't worry only a 3-foot drop). Or the guy that tried to pay for the bill, his card declined 3 times and on his other card (That one was really bad).

But the one that takes the cake, that stands out to me. Was when a woman was waiting for her date to arrive. She looked lovely! Somehow you could tell it had been a long time since she had been back on the dating merry-go-round. Her date arrives and he's equally as lovely. But then! He gets up to go to the bathroom and another man appears and sits in his chair. She was clearly upset by his presence. After offering water to tables nearby, I find out that this new guy is her ex. My heart is racing for her. Her date will come back to another guy in his sit and who knows what drama will unfold.

So I decided to assist her. I came over and asked her if she would like another seat for her extra guest to join? She said no. Then I turned to her ex, I requested that he calmly lower his voice, as our other customers are trying to enjoy the atmosphere. If he wasn't intending to dine at the cafe or lower his tone, I’d have to ask him to leave. I walked away and he continued yelling at her, causing a scene. I walked back over, stood by, and said, “Sir, you may leave now”. He left just as her date was arriving back to the table. He saw the whole thing and it was so sad to watch, as I polished the cutlery.

Blake, 23.

I made these smoothies for the table that was clearly having a first date. They were getting along, nerves were obvious but nothing too interesting. Time goes by, and a customer notifies me about the toilets, they didn't give me much detail. In hospitality, we have to stock and clean the toilets. I collected some toilet rolls and walked over to the unisex toilet. We have one toilet and there is usually a line of two-three people waiting. But as I walked over, the smell of poo was so strong! I see brown splashes on the pebble walkway that leads to the bathroom and it continues at random. Everyone has their noses covered and there is a line of six people. Some leave unable to hear and smell the scene any longer. I knock on the stall door and ask if the customer is alright. He clearly has food poisoning. It was so bad, I needed assistance from other staff to clean it up with a hose. Long story short, he was the guy on the date. I had to tell his date, that he had food poisoning and that we were taking care of the bill, and to not wait on him. She patiently waited 30minutes and left after that. Poor fella. He had to call a family member to bring a spare set of pants and underwear. It was that bad.

We all know someone that has their fair share of date horror stories. Next time, ask your friend that has worked in hospitality. They have horrific requests, cringe-worthy interactions with customers, and overhear everything. We won't list where these dates happened or the customer's names because you know privacy. But the people listed are the waiters/waitresses that experienced these moments. Laughter is good for the soul, so we hope you enjoy these. Also, It’s good to reflect on the topic. We're all human and experience nerves on the first dates. There are many variables that can occur and kindness is key. Happy Dating!

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No one had explicitly said so out loud before it happened, but there was something odd and stirring in the air the morning of that elusive arrival. And though it was quite possible no one said anything of it because a heavy, unspoken tension wasn’t a particularly unusual thing at this small Colony on the lonely Belvedere Island, but there would be a few after the fact who, if you asked, would swear that they felt no one spoke of it because there was some sort of spectral force that kept them from doing so. It was a chilling sense of dread that kept their mouths sealed tight, and breakfast was eerily quiet that morning. It was almost as if the Colony knew—as a collective, as a whole, though not in so many words, and certainly not on any individual basis—that something was coming.

And when it did, everyone knew that too. Even before those great, creaking wooden doors swung open, they knew, and heads began to turn or lift, as if hearing something troublesome that they couldn’t quite place. What was that? their eyes would say. Did you hear that? wary glances between friends would plea. 

She swept into the entrance hall with so much power in her stride that it was almost as though she was both stomping and floating. Her tall leather boots clacked menacingly on the stone floor, and her footsteps somehow seemed to shake the place down, even though watching her walk was like watching a panther stalk its prey. She was agile, surefooted, ferociously silent. And yet there was a loudness about her, one that shocked everything around her into an uneasy stillness. 

Laughter died and conversations ceased; citizens watched in a trembling and bewildered awe as she marched across the grounds and into the Colony with a handful of men at her wing—a foreboding emblem on their chests, which no one at Colony 22 would yet recognize, but would later come to know as the new official sigil of the NWRF. But they didn’t have to recognize the symbol, or the faces of these individuals, to know who they were and what they stood for. A bit like that unexplained celestial something in the air this morning, everyone already knew, without a doubt in their minds: these figures were from the New Wave Head Quarters—or were at least representing them. 

The woman, her brow severe, the set of her jaw intimidating, headed directly up the stairs and towards the Chancellor’s office. Never had she set foot in Colony 22 before (as far as anyone that day was aware) but it was as though she knew exactly where she was going. She never spoke a word, and neither did anyone dare utter one as she passed. She found Quinn in his office and the door slammed shut behind her, one representative following her inside, the others waiting at the door. The silence that followed was deafening. 

Rumours would start to circulate through the Colony like creeping ivy with every minute she spent behind that door, and by the time she left, as swiftly and ominously as she arrived, those rumours would begin to spread like wildfire. Somehow, it gradually became public knowledge that Reformists from HQ had been here, though no one knew who, or why—but the woman had had an aura of importance and power about her that could not be ignored. Just the breeze of her strut across your path sent shivers down your spine, chills to your very bones—like someone walked across your grave, if you were superstitious like that. 

But what no one would know was the details of what went on in that office—how this woman (who’d introduced herself only as ‘Imara,’) got right up in Quinn Dervilia’s face and told him that if he ever so much as whispered a word of the truth about the parasite to anyone else, she would personally see to it that he would face the consequences—and she could not guarantee that his wife would be exempt from those consequences. How, when Quinn had asked who she was to be making such a threat and if she had the authority to speak for HQ, she’d replied only with a contentious, ‘as far as you’re concerned, I am HQ.’ The average folk would also not know that Imara had, as she explained, made the trip over because word had gotten to her while she was at a Colony in France, that 22′s Chancellor was deliberating breaking the news to the public. Evidently, somewhere in Colony 22′s infrastructure, there was a leak. 

No one would know these things save, of course, for the Chancellor himself, Clove Modius, who was in the the room at the time as the Chancellor’s right hand, and a certain patrolling NWRF guard named Charlie Essex, who’d overheard, not all of it—not by a long shot—but likely more than he was meant to. Of course, he’d only been following orders—keep this hallway clear, the reps had told him. No one comes this way. And he’d done just that, ensuring that no one would overhear anything if voices were ever to raise—so it was hardly his fault, of course, that when her threats did rise, that he was around to catch some pretty alarming things. 

Later, when the Reps left, the Chancellor would notify all NWRF members (and lab assistants or researchers already unfortunately involved) that they would, under no circumstances, be telling the public about the truth of the NWRF’s ‘experiment’. He would do this via PDD and Echo alert, as it was not open to discussion, or contestation. He would not say why, but he would not need to; that much was obvious. Someone had come. Someone had made it quite clear that their hands were well and truly tied. 

The Chancellor did not know who had reported him to HQ, but he did not dare ask, and if Imara had known, she’d had no interest in sharing. Quinn also did not know for sure if the leak had been intentional or accidental, but either way, he was furious. Furious—but powerless. So he did not interrogate or attempt to flush out the nark, because it seemed futile at this point, and doing so would only implicate him further. Instead, he would abide by the NWRF’s demands and say no more of it. There was too much at stake, now, and his own life was but one of those things. 

That isn’t to say, however, that he would be able to resist wondering: who had this person been who’d betrayed him? Had it been an act of spite or sheer stupidity? Should he take it as a threat or simply a wake up call? And finally, did these questions even matter? Would having any of these answers make any difference at all? 

A/N: Hey Fam!!!

So welcome to the next Fever State related plot drop!! As always, if you have any questions at all, or even ideas/plots you want to throw at us/run by us, do not hesitate to ask! But for now, here are a few of the standard things to keep in mind: 

The ‘truth about the parasite’ remains something that ABSOLUTELY CAN NOT under any circumstances be released to any none NWRF individuals at this time (with the exception of people like Mei Zhu, who already knows because she was involved in the initial discovery). That reveal is... on the horizon, haha. 

This incident, however, does address the plotting and fallout from the discovery of the truth among the NWRF at Colony 22, and the discussion that had gone on between Quinn and some of the NWRF Reps concerning what to do with the information. Obviously, while Quinn was fretting about how to handle this bombshell, someone made up his mind for him be it intentionally or not.

In terms of plotting/gossip on the dash: 

ANYONE (Elite, NWRF, Civilians etc) can know about the arrival of the HQ Reps, and gossip can reach anyone at any time concerning who exactly they were, and what business they had with Quinn, but it will get around quickly that they went straight to Quinn’s office. Other rumours will be vague and there are bound to be a few variations of the story, as there will be a lot of speculation about the true purpose of the visit. Who exactly was that woman? Was Quinn in trouble? If so, why? The NWRF around the Colony seem tense: Why? Is it over something that already happened or is it perhaps something that’s about to happen? Is this mysterious arrival a bad omen? The sign of the start of something, or rather the end? It will likely be difficult to tell where facts end and pure speculation begins.

ALL NWRF can know that Quinn has announced his final decision about not telling the public the truth, as he has said as much in a PDD/Echo alert sent to them all. He won’t have directly mentioned the arrival of the HQ Reps nor Imara, but it’ll be obvious the timing isn’t a coincidence. They are also free to speculate amongst themselves. 

ONLY CLOVE & CHARLIE will have been around to hear exactly what was said in the office (Clove in a more direct way, but Charlie will have heard enough to piece it together more or less) but in this case, we actually encourage the spread of this information but among other NWRF only. Having some of these details get out (among the NWRF) will hopefully give you guys lots of threading/plotting opportunity and drama to sink your teeth into. So, if you have an NWRF character that you are interested in having find out some of these details, you can either plot/headcanon with someone(s) how the word got to them, or you can thread it out directly on the dash! The world is (sort of) your oyster! Just remember to:

check in with this post for verse-details,

ask questions anywhere you need clarity,

connect with your fellow rpers involved in the plot,

make sure not to reveal the parasite scandal to any Non-NWRF aligned folk,

and remember you have the NWRF OOC at your disposal for convenient NWRF brainstorming!

CONCERNING ‘IMARA’: It’s evident she’s an important figure with the NWRF, but we currently do not know what her story is, or her specific title. To many NWRF Reps around the world, the ‘founders’ and personnel at HQ are sort of a ‘board of shadowy figures’ in many cases, because Reps don’t often have the opportunity to meet the highest on the food chain, so to speak. It’s safe to assume HQ is intentionally cagey about a lot of these details; it’s also safe to assume that at least one of the motives for this is precautionary. But Clove and Quinn had not even met or explicitly heard of Imara before her sudden arrival at Colony 22 (at least not by name), so whoever she is, she is either new to her position of power or... something has rattled her cage badly enough to make her come torpedo-ing out to the front lines.  Whatever the case, no one will know the details of what she represents, (other than a vague and cryptic ‘HQ’,) and only Clove, Quinn and Charlie will have heard her name initially. However: rumours about her will likely get around overtime through these three individuals (and whoever they happen to tell) and her name CAN in fact get leaked to the general public here and there. The only thing that can’t, is her reason for being there that morning, and anything concerning the parasite scandal. But in terms of details about Imara herself, so little is known about her in general at this point that everything will be speculation at best, even among the NWRF.

The only other thing to note is that this happens near the end of the fourth week of February: so towards the later part of the week following the Games. This means that we are not yet jumping the whole timeline forward, but you can assume we will be sometime after the initial buzz of this plot drop quiets down. 

Alright, that’s all we got for now gang! Hit us up with any questions on the main if you have them! 

Love you all and have a blast!!

xxMods