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thehollowwriter · 3 years ago

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Some Finn and Jade fluff :)

Aquamarine

Silence reigned over Mostro Lounge. It was well past closing time, and the once bustling restaurant was now empty and lifeless.

The light shining from the glass bordering the area cast a ghostly aquamarine hue over the polished wooden tables and floor, and the leather of the couches.

The neon pink, purple and blue lights danced beautifully alongside the aquatic colours, decorating the Lounge and giving it an almost ethereal feeling.

Finn Clearcove sat on one of the couches, hat and scarf placed neatly next to him, and watched the grand array of fish swimming about just beyond the glass.

It was so nice to do this after work. Sit down, rleax, and enjoy the peace. It brought about a feeling of nostalgia, brinnging him back to old times.

Surrounded by water, the current rippling his hair, the comfort of the pressure of the depths as he moved along the ocean floor. Hiding in the seaweed, chasing crabs, helping his father hunt and prep meat to sell to the Ashengrottos... a simple, but pleasant life.

The quiet was something to savour, as things were going to get loud for his birthday tomorrow.

"Still awake, I see?" Finn jolted and snapped out of his trance at the smooth, sultry voice, spinning around to be met with the tall, shadowy figure of Jade Leech smiling at him, sharp teeth barely visible past his lips.

"J-Jade- My apologies I-" "No need to apologise~" Jade purred. "I am simply here to let you know that I will be locking up soon. It would be rather unfortunate if you were trapped in here."

"Ah..." Finn flushed. That damn eel never failed to make his heart race, even though they've recently been spending much of their time together.

"Um, thank you. Sorry, I... I get distracted by the scenery." Jade's smile widened just a fraction. Olive and gold eyes looked him up and down. "I know. I've seen you here many many times. You look so... at peace."

"Well... yes, you could say that." Finn giggled nervously. His stomach wouldn't stop doing flips. "It reminds me of home." "Ah yes." Jade hummed as he thought back to past times.

"You lived in the neighbourhood. Your father was the butcher. It's a shame, you were always so shy. We could never find you in the kelp forest." "That was kinda the plan..." Finn mumbled.

Jade watched the cookie cutter shark with keen interest. He was playing with his hands and staring at his lap with flushed cheeks.

How cute.

After a moment of thought, the moray eel had an idea.

"Come." Jade extended a gloved hand. Slender. Larger than Finn's. "I would like to show you something."

One year ago, Finn would have fled for his damn life ar such an offer, but now... now he knew Jade a little better. They were not simply peers. They were... friends. He knew Jade had no ill intentions. Towards him at least.

Finn took his hand, screaming inside at the feel of tue other's fingers linking with his own, and allowed himself to be led closer to the glass. "Look." Jade pointed, and Finn had to squint and strain his already sore, tired eyes.

He followed the direction of Jade's finger. Past the fish, past the kelp, past the rocks and the shrimp and the coral.

There.

There was a cave. And deep within the blackness of that cave was a light. An aquamarine and green light.

Finn was not unfamiliar with bioluminescence. Hell, he was bioluminescent due to a type of algae he ate. But the shape looked odd...

It took a minute or two to click.

"Are those... mushrooms?" Jade nodded, and a proud smile shone through his usual one. "Indeed. After many months of hard work, I managed to cultivate a species of mushroom that cam grow underwater. Of course, neither Azul nor Floyd would let me display them, so I hid them in that cave for me to look at." He looked at Finn with a pointed stare. "You are the only person to know about this."

Both a statement and a warning. Finn knew better than to tattle anyways. "Of course." An awkard silence followed, and he coughed. "Well... good day for the Lounge, wasn't it? Azul was very happy."

Jade nodded. "Indeed. Sales were. boosting. And your customer service was outstanding. Ah" He paused. "And speaking of customer service, I must thank you for getting that little piece of information. It helped us find the student who's been cheating the system Azul worked oh so hard to make. You're getting close to earning Employee Of The Month."

"O-Oh. That." Not quite where he expected the conversation to go, but Finn wasn't one to complain about praise. "Thank you. For such a proud student... he sure caved in easy to the forgettable bartender."

His lips curled up just a fraction, revealing his own pointed teeth, and as such his cute mask slipped. An amused, almost dangerous tone filtered into his voice. "It was quite... funny."

"Mm, I can imagine." Jade reached forward moved Finn's forest green and turquoise hair out of eyes, revealing those gorgeous aquamarine irises that glinted with slight sadistic glee.

As adorable as Finn was, one did not get into Octavinelle without the dorm traits, and the little cookie cutter shark was as sly as they come. His birthday was sure to bring more customers, since that charming nature fooled many a student.

Jade was... enraptured by this boy. He made him feel things he had never felt before. He struck chords in his heart and sent spikes through his soul.

These feelings... Jade wanted more. He wanted to experience more. He wanted to make sure they would never bore him. Which is why he was here.

"Ah, yes, before I forget." Jade handed Finn a small woden box, wrapped in a turquoise bow. "This is for your birthday tomorrow. Do not open it until you wake up. As much as I'd love for you to receive it during your party, this is something more... private." He did not elaborate further.

Finn nodded slowly. "Alright then." He held onto the box carefully and checked his watch. "Oh my! I need to get to bed! I'm sorry, goodnight, Jade!"

Watching he small mer scramble for the exit and handle the box like glass, Jade a smile. A soft, genuine smile.

Finn's eyes slowly fluttered open as sunlight filtering in through the window forced him awake. He met out a little groan and covered his face with his pillow.

It was his birthday.

He was not against birthdays, but at NRC, they unfortunately meant interacting with a person who was going to interview him and then shove a pie in his face.

Not a very pleasant experience at all.

Large crowds. Huge crowds, even. Azuk liked milking birthdays for all they were worth. Even worse, Finn was going to be the centre of attention. At least Jade-

Jade.

Just as the dread started to settle in, he remembered the box.

Finn sat up and gently took it into his hands. There was no telling what would be inside. This was Jade Leech, after all.

He delicately hooked his fingers under the lid and lifted it off, scared to even scuff it.

Finn looked into the box and let out a cry of surprise as he picked up what was inside.

A necklace.

A nautilis shell necklace to be precise.

It was the most beautiful shell Finn had ever seen.

Blues and golds of various shades decorated it, and it wasn't painted on. This seashell was real. Colourful and fully intact, it was a true rarity.

After taking a moment to process it's beauty, Finn's face exploded into a rose red as he realised what had just happened.

Thhe culture under the sea was very different to on land. And sinde Jade and Finn were from the same place, there was no possible way to view this as a misunderstanding.

The facts were as clear as day.

He had received a courting gift from Jade Leech.

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A/N: So yeah I hc that merfolk give jewellery/shells as gifts to show they wish to date.

Also Finn is gonna self-destruct

#twisted wonderland x reader #octavinelle x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #jade leech x oc #jade leech x finn clearcove #finn clearcove #twst oc #writing

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topazy · 4 years ago

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The Fierce And Broken

1.03

Masters

You sighed, moving your fingers away from Jasper’s neck, turning to face Clarke. “His pulse is still weak.”

Clarke nodded, understanding that he had little time left without treatment. “We will be fast as we can.”

“Okay, be safe.” You watched Clarke, Finn, and Wells leave the drop-ship, leaving you alone with Bellamy. What? Still think he’s a lost cause?”

Bellamy sighed. “Yes. Clarke was physically cutting him to save him, that’s not a life. I know you don’t want him to die suffering either.”

“Your lack of hope is terrifying. Just leave. Go back to hunting and leave us alone. Jasper doesn’t need someone who is giving up on him around.”

Octavia agreed with you. “She’s right, Bell. You don’t care about him, just go.”

You waited until Bellamy left before asking Octavia what was going on. It wasn’t your place to pry into the sibling's relationship, but you couldn’t help but notice how upset she was. “You can always talk to me if you need a shoulder to cry on, you know that?”

Octavia gave you a soft smile. “Yeah...just Bellamy being an overprotective big brother.”

You said nothing but gave her a sympathetic look. Not sure what else to say on the matter, you changed the subject. “I wonder how Monty is doing? He’s pretty shaken up.”

Stretching her arms out, Octavia stood up. “I’m going to get some fresh air, and I’ll check on Monty as well.” She leaned down and brushed a strand of hair out of Jasper's face. “I’m going to be gone for a while, so you can’t die on me. You hear me. You're not allowed to die.”

It was nice to know that somebody else hadn’t given up on Jasper. Although you’d never admit it out loud, a part of you wondered if Clarke’s determination to keep him alive was to prove a point to Bellamy and Finn.

You leaned back trying to get comfortable. No doubt you’d be there for a while, you just hoped they returned with the seaweed soon.

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“Dad stop!” You giggled as he chased you around the room.

He was holding your favorite toy up to his face, and pretending that it was the bear chasing you. You both stopped laughing when your mom entered the room. Her face was scrunched up with anger.

“When were you going to tell me Harold?” She spat.

Your dad looked down at you. “Alba, go play in your room for a while.”

“No.” Your mom said sternly. “She has the right to know, this will change her life as well.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve taken my new job to give us a better way of life, to give our daughter a better life.”

You hugged your teddy tighter into your chest as your parents argued. It wasn’t the first time they argued in front of you, but it was the first time your mom was mad at your dad. Usually it was the other way around.

You jerked awake, hearing a commotion coming from underneath you. Jumping forward you checked on Jasper and felt a wave of relief knowing he was breathing. You leaned back, feeling how sweaty you had become.

You turned to see the hatch open. “Hey O, what’s going on down there?”

“Everybody has come inside to get away from a poisonous cloud.” She explained casually. “How’s Jasper?”

“He’s alive...has anybody else returned?” You asked in a panic.

Octavia shook her head. “No. Clarke, Finn, and Wells are still out there. And so is my brother.”

You heard her voice break when she spoke of Bellamy. You reached forward and held her hand. “Bellamy is smart, he will have found somewhere to hide.”

“Yeah.”

______

You both sat by Jasper's side as he screamed and moaned in agony. You felt a pang of guilt not being able to do anything to ease his suffering.

“He’s coming! He’s coming to kill Jasper!”

“Who?” You asked Monty, alarmed.

Monty climbed up through the hatch. “Murphy! He’s coming!”

“Lock the hatch behind me.” You said brushing past Monty. “I’ll try to knock some sense into him.”

You climbed down the ladder and saw Murphy storming over towards where you stood. “You can’t do this.”

“I can’t listen to him anymore!” He hissed through gritted teeth. “He’s making everyone miserable.”

You walked closer to him. “So what’s the plan? You’re just going to murder him and walk away?”

Murphy stared at you blankly before banging on the hatch, struggling to open it. Luckily Octavia or Monty had found a way to lock it. Shaking your head you sank down onto the ground. Murphy’s outburst was the last thing anybody needed, but you knew it was pointless trying to talk sense into him.

______

The laughter erupted around you as you pulled a face, as the bitter taste of alcohol burned your tongue.

You handed the bottle back to Monty. “That tastes disgusting, I do not know why people enjoy drinking it.”

Finn was sharing the bottle he had found with you, Monty, and Octavia while you sat waiting for Jasper to wake up.

“Can I have some of that?”

“Jasper!” You gasped as your face split into a grin.

Finn handed him a drink of water. “Maybe try this before hitting the harder stuff.”

Jasper looked almost bewildered sitting upright. “Was that a dream or did I get speared?”

Octavia and Monty rushed to his side, relieved at the sight of seeing him awake. You thought Jasper was going to pass out again when Octavia kissed him.

Finn wrapped his arm around you as you leaned into his shoulder. Octavia smiled at you, as you all sat sharing a rare moment of happiness as Monty started explaining to everything that had been happening to Jasper.

#The 100 #the 100 x oc #raven reyes x reader #Raven Reyes/oc #the 100 season one #the 100 fandom #the 100 fanfiction #slow romance #slow burn #Raven Reyes #Octavia Blake #monty green #jasper jordan #Bellamy Blake #clarke griffin #finn collins #wells jaha #the 100 imagine

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off-in-the-moors · 4 years ago

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Water Horses: more than just kelpies

Water horses as a mythological creatures appear in Celtic and Scandinavian folklore. They're shape-shifting water spirits, who lure and drag their unsuspecting victims to their demise. However, there are many types of water horses, differing from each other not only by places of origin but in behaviour. What they all have in common is: inhabiting bodies of water and taking the form of a horse. I'll try my best to present the best known and least known ones, in simple to understand fashion. In advance, I want to apologies for any mistakes made. I'm only one person doing this partly as a story research and partly as my love/fascination for those creatures. I advise taking this post as a starting point and encourage to look into the folklore yourselves. Also, I apologies for any grammatical mistakes, English is my second language.

Kelpie

Location: Scotland Other names: x Body of water: streams and rivers

the best known of all water horse

appears as a powerful and beautiful black, dark grey or white horse, with reversed hooves and, in some sources, equipped with a bridle and sometimes a saddle

if the kelpie was already wearing a bridle, "exorcism" might be achieved by removing it, which would be endowed with magical properties, like healing, and if brandished towards someone, was able to transform that person into a horse or pony

can shape-shift into a human figures, with water weeds in hair, such as old wizened man; rough, shaggy man; handsome young man wearing a silver necklace, which was its bridle; or a tall woman dressed in green

in the form of handsome young man, said to seeks "human companionship" and will woo a pretty young girl which is determined to take for its wife

if mounted, its skin becomes adhesive, in stories where a hand or a finger got stuck to the creature, the only way to break free was to cut it off

most stories say they only drown their victims, but some say they tear them apart and devour them, leave the entrails to washout to the water's edge

could entice victims onto its back by singing

some sources say, it can have a offspring with a horse, which would be impossible to drown and had ears shorter then normal

could be k*lled with a silver bullet or heated iron, and after dying, it’ll turn into turf and soft mass, like jellyfish

could be tamed with well placed halter, some sources say in should have sign of a cross on it

the noise a kelpie's tail makes when it entered water sounds like thunder

its howls and wails, as a warning of approaching storms

Each-uisge

Location: Scotland, Ireland, Isle of Man Other names: each-uisce/aughisky/ech-ushkya (Irish), cabyll-ushtey (Manx) Body of water: sea, sea lochs and fresh water lochs

the name means "water horse", literally

has been described as "perhaps the fiercest and most dangerous of all the water-horses", being unpredictable in nature

can shape-shift into fine horse, pony, a handsome man (water weeds, sand or mud in hair) or an enormous bird (such as a boobrie/great auk)

tears apart and devours the entire body of its victim, except for the liver, lungs or heart (depending on the source), and some times pieces of clothing are also present

preys not only on humans but also cattle and sheep

could be lured out off the water by the smell of roasted meat

can be k*lled with red-hot iron and after being k*lled, leaves jelly-like substance

repelled by silver and fire

sometimes comes out of the water to gallop on land and, despite the danger, if caught and tamed then it will make the finest of steeds

most likely to come out in November

can be ride safety on interior land as long as they don't smell or gets a glimpse of water

because of their pr*datory hunger, they may even turn on their own kind, if the scent of a human rider is strong enough on the monster's body

Ceffyl Dŵr

Location: Wales Other names: x Body of water: mountain pools, waterfalls and seashore (few sources)

most stories say they're fresh water but some sources say there is a salt water version, differing mostly in colour

its characterisation depends on the region, in North Wales its represented as being rather formidable with fiery eyes and a dark forbidding presence, while in South Wales its seen more positively as, at worst a cheeky pest to travellers and at best, luminous, fascinating and sometimes a winged steed

appears as a pony or cob sized horse, dappled grey or sand colour, with hooves facing backwards; or large chestnut or piebald horse

though it appears solid, it can evaporate into mist or grown wings

some sources say, it could transform into frogs

can k*ll its victims by trampling them on the pathways they frequent; or by convincing someone to ride them, only to drown them; or fly them into the air only to turn to mist, dropping the unfortunate rider to his death

like with kelpies, they can be tamed by use of a well placed bridle, though it’s much harder, due to their ability to turn intangible

in some sources its connected with sea-storm: appearing with sea-foam white coat in storm seasons; dapple, grey or white, clumsily stomping about in the ocean waves prior to the storm (possibly brewing up the very storm its sighting precedes); and as large chestnut or piebald horse trotting along the coast after storm

Nykur

Location: Iceland Other names: x Body of water: lake, river, stream and sea

appears as a grey horse with backwards hooves and ears

could change itself into all forms, living or dead, e.g. lambswool or peeled barley

repelled by speaking its name or a synonyms of it (Nennir, Nóni, Vatnaskratti (“water demon”) or Kumbur)

appears on the lake-shore, with half its body in the water, and looks to be quite tame to its unsuspecting victims

if mounted, its skin becomes adhesive and its will ride into the water and drown its victim

its neighing is said to sound like ice cracking

could breed with a horse (giving birth like a normal mare, albeit in the water), its offspring were indistinguishable from those of a normal horse but had a tendency to lie down when splashed with water or when led through belly-deep water

Tangie

Location: Shetland Islands, Orkney Islands Other names: tongie Body of water: fresh and salt water

the name comes from 'tang', which comes from Old Norse "þang" meaning 'seaweed' (probably referring to seaweed of genus Fucus)

appears as a coarse-haired, apple-green pony or a black horse with seaweed or shells in its mane

in other forms, appears as an aged man or merman, also covered in seaweeds

known for terrorizing lonely travellers, especially young women on roads at night near the lochs, whom it will abduct and devour under the water

said to be able to cause derangement in humans and animals

best known for playing a major role in the Shetland legend of Black Eric, a sheep rustler

Nuggle

Location: Shetland Islands, Orkney Islands (few mentions) Other names: neugle, njogel, nuggie, noggle, nogle, nygel, shoepultie/shoopiltee Body of water: rivers, streams and lochs, beside watermills

nocturnal

always male, appearing as a attractive, generously fed and well-conditioned (Shetland) pony or horse, with wheel-like tail which it hides between its back-legs or arched over its back, and sleek coat from a deep bluish-grey through to a very light, almost white, grey

can take many forms, but never of a human

never strays very far from water

fairly gentle disposition, being more prone to playing pranks and making mischief rather than having malicious intents, like stopping the watermill's wheel

some stories state, only magical beings called Finns (Finfolk) were able to ride a nuggle without coming to any harm

Bäckahäst

Location: Scandinavian Other names: brook horse Body of water: rivers, lakes and ponds

appears as a majestic white (sometimes with spotted sides) horse

appears particularly during foggy weather

could be harnessed and made to plough, either because it was trying to trick a person or because the person had tricked the horse into it

Cabyll-Ushtey

Location: Isle of Man, Ireland Other names: glashtyn, cabbyl-ushtey, capall uisce (possibly Irish or Old Irish) Body of water: sea

there are very few tales about it

very similar to each-uisge, but not as dangerous

appears as a pale grey horse, but capable of change into a young man

mostly known for seizing cows and tear them to pieces, stampeding horses, and stealing children

If there are any mistakes or missing informations or questions, feel free to ask.

#water horse #kelpie #each-uisge #capaill uisce #mythology #ceffyl dwr #celtic mythology #scandinavian mythology #scottish mythology #irish mythology #welsh folklore #nykur #tangie #nuggle #cabyll-ushtey

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oceanic-finn · 4 years ago

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Task: Development

Describe your character in a few words. Funny, amazing, the best -- Finn’s words. I would say charming, friendly, loyal

What do you know about your character that they don’t know yet? Finn is 100% unaware that he’s a big doofus, and he thinks he’s an absolute catch.

What are your character’s major flaws? Generally just being a bit of an idiot, not really thinking before he acts, and being overly cautious about certain things.

What would your character give their life for? Noel, Wyatt, Mira, Briar. They’re his absolute world, and Finn would die to protect any of them. @absentialucis @wyatt-thompson @obscuritas-est-lux

What is your character’s greatest asset? His charming smile? His bluest of blue eyes? His very small ego? It would probably be how caring he is, when ti comes to any living thing, human or animal.

What would completely break your character? Noel died and he’d never felt anything like that before, like the world was collapsing in on him. The loss of someone he is so close to... no pain will ever be as bad as that.

How does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project? Finn likes to portray that he’s a ladies man, that everyone wants him when really he’s just a bit of an idiot and everyone just sort of goes, ‘Oh, it’s only Finn’

What is your character afraid of? Now don’t laugh, but he’s very very afraid of jellyfish. He’s a son of Poseidon who hates a sea creature, but absolutely no-one knows.

Where would your character fall on a politeness/rudeness scale? I’d say he’s definitely an 8 in the politeness range - he’s a nice guy after all!

If your character could choose a different identity, who would they pick? Finn wants to be Batman. Who cares if he’s real or not, he wants to ride around in the Batmobile, wear cape and speak with a really deep voice.

In what or whom is your character’s greatest faith in? His family, of course. Finn has faith in them all 100%, that no matter what happens they will always have each others back.

What was the best thing in your character’s life? His friendship with his brother, was always a massive highlight of his childhood. He always had someone to rely on, before Wyatt came around of course that was his best friend.

What was the worst thing in your character’s life? His mother. Lilith is... a challenge. Let’s just leave it at that, shall we?

What is a favorite flavor or smell of your character? The sea air, the smell of seaweed, it all makes Finn feel safe and at peace.

What seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character? Finn in uncontrollable laughter “NOEL BEING STUCK IN THE TREE... THE CAT... ”

What is your character’s secret wish? To get away from Icaria, although it’s not a secret to some people. He wants to get those he cares about away from this evil place, and somewhere much safer where gods won’t appear and smite people during charity events.

What is your character’s greatest achievement? Becoming a veterinarian - people doubted him because of his party boy attitude, but he was able to pass his exams with flying colours.

What is your character’s deepest regret? Not being there when Noel died to stop it from happening, and not being there to stop Briar from being kidnapped. It makes him sick to know that these things happened, and he wasn’t there to at least try and stop it from happening.

What is your character’s deepest disappointment? Being a Thompson by name. It means he’s affiliated to Lilith and Morgana, which he’d rather not.

What is your character reluctant to tell people? That he’s terrified of jellyfish? That he’s also thirty years old and is getting past the point where he wants to be out at 3am dancing, but he’ll still do it to keep up pretences.

What is your character hiding from themselves? That he’s not 23 any more and has to slow down. He also wants to play it cool with Briar, but inside he really just wants to tell her that he loves her, and wants her to move in with him.

What makes this character angry? What calms them? People fucking with his family. Don’t do it. Just... don’t. Noel is probably the only person on the island who can calm him down when he’s that heated, because he knows him so well.

List situations in which your character would not have control over themselves. Anything happening to his family, his friends, his girlfriend or his practice. If someone challenged his intelligence as well because of his personality, that would rile him up.

How strong is your character’s emotions? Controllable? Uncontrollable? They’re quite uncontrollable at certain times, once he snaps, it’s hard for him to calm down. However, being a vet, he knows how to remain calm in stressful situations. Kinda. Well, no, actually, that’s a lie. That only works with animals and surgery. He’s a very unstable person.

What wakes your character up in the middle of the night? Briar stealing the duvet - he cannot sleep when he’s cold, he’s a bit of a moaner about it to be fair. He hates being cold when he’s sleeping. Other than that, he sleeps like a log. Someone could break in and he wouldn’t hear a thing.

Describe a recurring dream and/or nightmare. The Jellyfish nightmare? Erm, no ignore that, he doesn’t want anyone to know about that. Theres another one though. He’s a puddle that keeps being stepped in by people. He has no idea what he means, but he doesn’t like it.

Describe your character’s family. His mother is the worst mother alive, period. His siblings are the best in the world. His half siblings are great. His cousins are amazing. He’s got a great, huge family in fact - just removed the previous generation, and they’d all be better off.

Name your character’s favourite person and why. Noel. Sorry Briar, but it is. His brother is his other half, with only a short amount of time between them in age, Finn and Noel are a pair that will never be broken up. He can’t remember a time that the two have ever seriously argued, not just over something petty, or in stressful situations. He’s just his best friend.

How many friends does your character have? Finn actually has quite a few friends! He’s a personable person, likes to chat and is generally very open and friendly, so he makes friends quite easily.

How many friends does your character want? As many as he can get! In Finn’s eyes, one can never have too many friends.

How would a friend or close relative describe your character? They’d probably just sigh and be like... well, he’s just Finn, isn’t he?

Who depends on your character? Why? Do the animals in the surgery count? They aways rely on Finn to be in every day (with Noelle’s help of course because he’d be absolutely lost without her) to feed them and make them better. He likes to think that his siblings depend on him too, but he also knows that they’re very independent people. @icarialex

Who does your character most want to please? Why? Obviously Briar - he’s a little bit, teensy tiny bit older than her and wants her to think that he’s a cool guy, and not just a thirty-year old weirdo that has a younger girlfriend. There is a slight worry in his mind that she’s going to find someone closer to her age and leave him, but he also knows that won’t happen. Probably.

How does your character feel about sex? Loves it. Here for it, all day, every day. Well, most anyway. He’s got to get up early to go to work.

How does your character feel about romantic relationships? Finn loves what he has with Briar. Before realising that he was falling for her, he was all up for sleeping around for the rest of his life following his failed wedding attempt. But she changed things up, didn’t she? Made his head do a 180, and he’s fallen hard.

If your character had to live in utter seclusion, what six items would they bring? Wait, so he can’t bring Briar or his family? Then he’s not going. He has to? Ugh, fine. A collection of Agatha Christie books, his hot water bottle (don’t even think about judging), a razor (to keep his hair and beard perfect of course), a sleeping bag, his comfiest hoodie (he’ll get it back off of Briar), and a guitar. May as well learn a new skill whilst he’s stuck alone.

What is your character’s most noticeable trait and most noticeable physical feature? His eyes are pretty blue, they’re quite striking. And he’s always got a smile on his face, showing that he’s a very open person who is always ready for a chat.

How does your character feel about work? Finn loves what he does. He gets to spend all day with animals, annoying the hell out of Noelle, and making them better again - he’s an animal hero, what’s not to love!

Write one headcanon. Finn’s three favourite movies are Titanic, Armageddon and Mary Poppins. Titanic is so emotional, what’s not to love, Armageddon has Bruce Willis saving the world, and JULIE MOTHER FUCKING ANDREWS in Mary Poppins, it’s magical.

Write one additional thing about your character. He really does want to get a dog, but he’s worried about getting one because he’s seen what happens when dogs get sick, and couldn’t bear to love something and for it to get old in front of his eyes. It makes him sad.

#icaria: task

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princesssarcastia · 6 years ago

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the truth that is your family

guys I finished a thing! (I was as shocked as you are tbh). The final installment of the “the force thinks letting the past die is a stupid fucking idea that will allow history to repeat itself again, so it shoved a thousand generations’ worth of Jedi knowledge into Rey’s head” au: in which Rey learns about family, and there are discussions of redemption.

long gone| let the past die? I think not | You Need A Teacher

A boy appears next to her while she’s eating with Luke in front of the fire. Rey smiles at him and he grins back, gesturing for her to finish her fish. After a few moments, she decides he’s really about her age, although she’s not sure how old that is exactly.

Luke glances up for a moment, then looks back down at his dinner. She thinks he can see them, the memories of people who come to teach her things. But he never asks about them or speaks to them. And they never try to talk to him, either.

When there’s nothing left but bones, she tosses all of it onto the fire and stands. Together, she and the boy make their way towards the far side of the island.

The boy runs his hand through his hair. “Can you feel where we’re going yet?”

Rey blinks and reaches out, calming her mind so the world outside is louder than the universe within her. “There’s something…dark.” She frowns. “It feels like it’s calling to me.”

“Good! Going into places like that uninvited can hurt, sometimes.”

“Why would we go toward the darkness?”

He shrugs, but his eyes are sure. Rather than push for more answers, Rey resolves to wait until they get where they’re going.

Rey stops at the edge of this shelf of rock. The sun has already dipped well below the horizon, but the sky is still lighter than night. Wave after wave crashes beneath her feet, and underneath the brine of the ocean there’s a faint hint of something precious in the air: rain.

Even here, in a place so opposite Jakku, Rey knows how to read the environment around her. Though at this point, she doesn’t know if she’s learned this world on her own, or if it’s from a memoryvision lodged far into her mind.

Shaking her head, she hops down next to the gaping maw in the ground. Seaweed lines the hole, descending into darkness, and something about it crawls over her skin, making her shiver with unease.

“Well?” The boy says and disappears. Rey slowly lets out a breath. Her hands are sure, though, when she hooks her grapple in a niche and rappels down into the darkness.

It feels like a gravity well, pulling her down, down, down. Until her feet touch stone.

“You know, places like these always offer you something. Knowledge, power; whatever it is, you’ll want it desperately.” The boy stands there, looking at her. “What is this place offering you?”

Rey breathes in sharply. There’s a wall, on the far side of the cavern; it looks like a mirror.

Before she can think about it, she’s standing in front of it, reaching her hand towards her reflection.

Faces are interesting. On the rare, rare occasions when families would wander through her outpost on Jakku, they always–children get things from their parents. Noses, or ears, or–or smiles.

Sometimes Rey would stare at herself in her mirror and guess: mother or father? Are those her mother’s eyes? Her father’s chin? Will one of their faces scrunch at the nose, too?

It wasn’t a very fun game. Because deep down, she realizes, I knew I was never going to find out for sure. Tears prick her eyes, so she stretches out her expression until they stop. Never waste water on grief.

Why is she thinking about this? She hasn’t played this game in years.

After a few moments, the…ice? Glass? Stretches out. Again and again and again, until Rey is looking at herself a thousand times over. Each iteration has to be a reflection, they must be, but it seems so…like she can feel them.

So she raises her hand and snaps. Counts the echoes. An old trick, one the oldest scavenger on Jakku used to show the younglings. Count the echoes, she said, and feel how big the space is.

Except they don’t stop, they keep going and going and suddenly she is them, snapping over and over and over and over and–

Rey gasps, pulling herself out of it. A trap. Suddenly her breath freezes in her chest and the world around her is cold. Hesitantly, she reaches out with hernotherotherto feel what it is. Something pulls at her mind, wait, but she doesn’t listen–

Jagged pieces of the Force dig into her mind and she cries out. What could Leia freezes in the entrance to the hanger. I feel…cold. A Zabrak with burning eyes fades in and out of her mind oh. Right. The darkness. Everyone who’s taught her, they were all warm, burning, scorching. And the darkness is cold. Rey pulls back into her own skin, away from the pain in the cavern.

Her reflection is back to normal. Just her, just Rey. No one, something insidious whispers in the back of her mind. No one. Nothing.

But I am, Rey thinks quietly. I am someone.

You are nothing! You come from nothing!

Come from? No, I must come from something. I have–I have parents.

The little girl screams and reaches for the ship leaving orbit. She strains against the hand holding her back, digging her heels into the sand and pulling, but it’s no use “Stop it,” Rey says. “Stop it now.”

Do you want to see them?

I–

Oh, but it’s all you wanted for so long. “They’ll come back for me!”

Rey stares at her reflection as two figures walk up behind her. She resists the urge to turn around, because they aren’t real, because if she takes her eyes off of them they might–

Her head twitches to the side, biting the thought off before it finishes. No. She closes her eyes. There’s no substance to them, anyway: indistinct profiles of people who…who never came back.

Really? You aren’t curious? Your own family, and you won’t even look at them. So ready to abandon them.

Now it sounds disgusted, but Rey shakes her head again. No. Those things, whatever they are, they aren’t my family.

How sad. So you have no one at all, then. You really are nothing.

I have–I have someone. Finn, he–

The stormtrooper? The first order soldier who lied to you? That’s the best you can do?

Suddenly Rey feels warm again; bright fury ignites somewhere in her chest. “He is not a stormtrooper! And he came back for me, like my family was supposed to!” Like those shadow-people didn’t, she realizes, and now her path is clear.

Her eyes fly open. The mirror-ice-glass cracks when she presses on it with hernotherother. Everything falls silent; blissfully, incredibly silent. No one whispers in her mind.

“Wow. Better than I did, the first time it offered me something.” The boy is back, but he seems…older. Not in his face, just his eyes.

“What was that?”

“My master called it the dark side, but there are other names. Other forms.”

Rey remembers in a flash what Maz told her, the day they met. The Sith. The Empire. The First Order. All steeped in darkness. She forces the air in and out of her lungs, refusing to let it shake. Kylo Ren; he was the darkness, too.

He watches her for a moment, and she stares back, breathing carefully. Trembling starts in her legs, like she’s spent the whole day free-climbing. Before it can work its way any further, she sits down, and feels her arms shake, too, when she puts her weight on them.

“So, tell me about this Finn guy.” He settles down next to her, looking unfairly comfortable with his legs crossed.

His words catch in her mind before she can process them. “I–Finn?”

“Yeah, Finn.” He nods encouragingly.

Rey blinks, and lets her weight sink into the rock beneath her. “He’s my…friend.” And he is, he is her friend, but that doesn’t sound right in her head.

“Really? You don’t sound sure.”

“He is! He came back for me. No one’s ever done that before.” Years of waiting in the desert for people who were never going to come back; but she can’t regret them, because Finn found her there, and–“Oh.”

Like all of the things she kept bottled up inside her, waiting to give to her family, she wants to give to Finn now. “He came back for me,” she breathes again, and her face lights up.

The boy laughs. “It took me awhile to realize I’d found my family again, too. You get so used to being alone, waiting for something, that sometimes you lose sight of what’s right in front of you.”

Rey tilts her head to the side, still smiling. “What was your family like?”

“Amazing! The smartest people I’ve ever met, and the bravest. And they always came back for me, too.”

…

Rey reachestowards Finn like she does every morning, except today he feels more awake than he did yesterday and hernotherotherdances through the Force, bright and happy.

Even Luke notices, when they meet for breakfast. “You seem happier.” Just an observation, not a question, but she wants to share anyway.

“I think Finn is going to wake up soon! I can feel it.” Rey smiles at him when he seems genuinely excited for her. But then another thought strikes her, and it slides from her face. “But that means I’ll have to leave.”

Luke gives her a knowing look. “You were never going to stay here forever, Rey.”

“What, and you are?” She laughs a little, but it’s angry instead of nice. “You really aren’t going to come back.”

“No.”

“Not even for General Organa?” His eyes harden, and she tenses because he doesn’t look that way very often. “Even if you don’t want to help the Resistance, I think she–misses you.”

“I can’t go back. Not even for Leia,” he says softly.

“Why?” He doesn’t answer, so she presses. “She’s your family! You don’t abandon your family.”

“Know that from experience, do you?” He says cuttingly, and Rey draws back, her shoulders hunching forward slightly. They’re both silent for a moment, before,

“Sorry. That was out of line,”

and “Yes.”

Equally quiet answers, but this time Luke draws back. “I do know from experience. Family always comes back, even when they shouldn’t.” Something tugs at the back of her mind, so she does what she hasn’t before: she reachesfor Luke, offering him a memory the Force had given her.

“Rey, I don’t–” I’ve got to help them! Han and Leia will die if I don’t. I can help them! His own voice echoes through the Force around them and he sighs. Slowly, he rests his head in his hands.

He doesn’t say anything else, so she offers him another memory, I have to help her!His father sounds so young, as young as she is, and Luke shifts, but doesn’t move again.

Suddenly she is–she is incandescently furious. How dare he, when she longed for what he has for so long. How dare he throw that away, and for what! Grief?

“Why?” It bursts out of her again, and she’s on her feet, towering over him. She wants him to stand up, to defend himself so she can tear him to pieces because this isn’t okay. He senses her feelings and his head whips up, a warning look in his eyes.

“I left because I had to.” The words are bitten off, like he can’t believe he’s saying this, but he can’t stop. “It was my fault!”

“What?” She throws her hands up. “What was your fault?”

“Kylo Ren!” He’s up and in her face before she can blink, and it startles her backwards. Then his words register, and she inhales sharply.

“I created Kylo Ren,” he says, his eyes burning with a mix of fear and self-hatred. “I saw what he would become, and I–I couldn’t stop it. Nothing, none of my teachings, could erase the darkness inside him, and by the time I realized I couldn’t save him it was too late. The New Temple was burnt, and he–” Luke’s voice breaks. “And he killed all of them,” he says roughly. “He–my nephew.” His face is wet, and Rey is frozen, staring at him.

“Leia sent him to me to protect him, to train him. She and Han trusted me with their son! And I failed. I failed them, just like I failed the rest of the galaxy.” He turns away from her, wiping at his cheeks. “It’s better this way; here, I can’t do any more damage.”

…

That night, she dreams of a boy living in a desert. When she wakes, half a galaxy away Finn wakes with her.

…

When she says it’s time to leave, all Chewie does is clap her on the back. R2 says it’s about damn time, and together the pair of them head back into the Falcon to run final flight checks.

Rey stands with her hands hanging loosely at her sides. She knows it’s time, but something…. there’s something missing, a loose end, something unfinished.

Luke. She can’t go without trying one last time. For Leia’s sake, if not the galaxy’s.

Her feet take her to that small cove she found in the first few days here. Almost, the force whispers, so she settles down at the cliff’s edge, closes her eyes, and waits.

Time slips by like sand through her fingers, and a great peace fills her. Light and darkness, life and death, future and past, all ebb and flow around her in the Force, and for a moment it feels as though the very universe turns around this one point.

Footsteps come to a stop beside her; there’s a different kind of sadness surrounding Luke today. Fresh, for their parting, but a familiar self-deprecation tinges it. Why couldn’t I do morepermeates the Force around him, just as it always does.

Rey pushes to her feet and a thousand generations rise with her, looking at Luke with oldyoung eyes.

“The galaxy needs you,” Rey says. “The resistance needs you. Leia needs you. You’ve done no one any good hiding out here, punishing yourself for someone else’s choices.”

Luke says nothing, so she sighs and lets her eyes fall closed. Rey reaches out with hernotherother all the wayto the very bottom of the cove they stand above and wraps around a relic from another era. Poe, she thinks, would love to see this.

Her eyes remain closed as she slowly raises Luke’s x-wing from the bottom of the ocean, water sluicing off of it, and she feels his visceral shock and nostalgia as he turns to watch.

She breathes in and it rises, and rises, and rises, until it hovers above their heads. She breathes out and it turns in the air and then settles to the ground next to them.

Great clumps of seaweed slide off and splat against the grass and dirt beneath it. Rey opens her eyes to stare Luke down, a final gauntlet thrown between them. He looks at her with something like disbelief, and a memoryvision bounces back and forth between them; I can’t. It’s too big. Size matter not.

“There’s nothing here for you, Luke. There never was.” She reaches into her pocket and pulls a cloaked binary beacon out of her pocket; the one Leia gave to her before she left, but she doesn’t need it anymore.

Rey tosses it at Luke, and his hand flies up automatically, keeping it from hitting his face. The moment he realizes what she’s giving him is obvious on his face, and she almost smiles. “Come and find us when you’re ready.”

A hand comes down on her shoulder, firm and amused. I’ll take it from here, the boy from the desert says in her mind, and the Force shivers between father and son, like gravity binding two blinding stars together.

The last thing tying her here dissipates, and so she turns away from Luke and starts down the mountain. Toward the Falcon, toward Finn, toward purpose and balance and family.

…

(Luke turns toward his father in disbelief. “Really? Now you show up? After all the times I’ve called you, searched for you, you just come running when this girl asks.”

Anakin crosses his arms and settles back into his weight; somewhere behindinsidehereaway, Ahsoka snickers, because that’s a lecture pose if she’s ever seen one.

“You’ve never needed me before now.”

Luke’s face darkens for a moment. “That’s not true. That’s not true, and you know it! Where were you when I was starting the Temple, when I was figuring out how to teach my students, when Ben––” his voice cuts off roughly.

“I was always a terrible teacher. A terrible student, too. Ben made his own choices, just like you. Just like I did.” Anakin pauses. “Luke, you were––when I found out about you, I…” he trails off. No.

He starts again. “Luke, I loved you and your sister before you were even born. When your mother told me about you––it was the happiest moment of my life. Not that that’s saying much,” he adds wryly.

“And I know you loved me, despite the man I had become when we met. And I know that, all these years,” he unwinds and steps closer to Luke, “you thought that it was our connection that saved me. That when you offered me redemption, I took it because of who we were to each other, because I loved you and I didn’t want you to die.

“That’s all true. But I loved Padmé, too. I loved Obi-Wan. And they both loved me, somuch. And when they extended their hands to me, I rejected them. I murdered them both. That was my choice then, just like it was my choice to die on the Death Star.”

Luke turns away, so he gets even closer and reaches out, gripping his shoulder and reaching his other hand out to grasp the back of his neck, forcing their gazes to meet. “Redemption is not a tool, or a––a weapon for the light to wield, Luke. It’s not something that can be forced onto people. You can’t just make someone be good through force of will, or hope, or love. They have to decide to start down that path themselves.”

Tears slide down his son’s face. He gently presses their foreheads together and says: “You did everything you could, Luke. You extended your hand to your nephew, but it was his job to take it. That was his failure, not yours. His choice.”

They stand together, quietly, until Luke gathers himself again. Anakin steps back, disentangling them, and ignoring the ache he feels when Luke’s hands twitch after him.

“And now, Rey is reaching out to you. It’s your choice whether or not you take it.” He smiles, and fades behindinsidehereaway into the Force.

Luke looks after where his father disappeared for some time, then sits and settles into the grass, letting his hands rest on his knees. “My choice, huh.”

He doesn’t know how long he stays there, staring at his old x-wing, before he sighs.

Possibility slowly whirrs to life in the Force around him, threads of new futures starting to weave once again, and Luke sighs again.

He closes his eyes for a long moment; squeezes the beacon in his fist; rises)

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anya-100 · 7 years ago

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"Just sit on my life"- john murphy imagines

Setting - season 1 camp

Warnings - swearing, smut

Description - You piss of bellamy and when your done your long cold shift you sit on murphy's lap by the fire which ends with smut and a fluff ending.

word count - 2221 (didn't expect it to be this long)

Finally your shift was over. Recently you pissed off bellamy so he put you on the worst night watch shift. From when the sun starts to set until the moon is straight up. You were wearing just a shirt because your a dumbass and didn’t think it would be that cold. Well, it was. On the ark there was no winter and you always had the same temperature where ever you were. As soon as your shift was done you basically ran to the fire. Of Course all the seats were taken and criminal teenagers aren’t the type to give up their seat. Even tho you had been standing for hours keeping their asses safe, they won’t dare be cold. Just as you're about to go back to your tent you hear a voice.

“Y/N hold up wait” You pause in your tracks and instantly reconise the voice. Already hearing the smirk in his voice. It was the one and only. John Murphy. Your already preparing yourself for some rude comment. “ What” you respond in a bitchy voice that wasn’t really supposed to come out.

“Calm down doll. Bellamy was bitching to me about you today. Saying that you told him that he can’t push you around and shit. Pretty badass but knowing bellamy he had a hissy fit and put you on the worst shift. He doesn’t like being told he isn’t being respected if you haven’t noticed”

“Trust me I noticed. Stupid dick made me hold your shift without anything to stand on because I don’t respect him. I’ll respect him the day he makes his own damn decisions. He acts so fucking strong when all he does is order people around like slaves.”

“Don’t take it personally. He follows clarke like a damn guard dog and she’ll get you off. I see you too are pretty close” As much as you hate it he was right. You and Clarke have been friends up on the ark and the only reason she hasn’t talked to him is because her and finn went to get some more seaweed for wounds.

“The only reason bellamy got pissy at you is because he threatened by you. You fight like a bitch and don’t let people push you around. He knows if you too got in any kind of fight you would beat his ass badly.”

“Doubt it” why would belemy be scared of you. He controls these criminals like it’s nothing.

“Are you kidding me. I’ve seen you fight. You took out ten grounders like it was nothing and got into fist fights with three of our strongest guys. The only reason people are scared of bellamy is because he can convince clarke to do things.”

“Maybe. Anyway i'm going back to my tent now bye” that was odd. Murphy never talked to you like that before. You too would exchange rude comments and got under each other's skin all the time but he never complimented you even if it was in a weird way. Just before you were about to turn around he stopped you again. This time he got up and grabbed your arm.

“ You have been working for hour in something that is see through”

“Didn’t notice” you responded instantly feeling your cheeks go red. Looking down it was obvious. The shirt was light gray and your bra was black.

“Trust me I did. Couldn’t stop thinking about it all day” The words rolled of his tongue like poison to your skin. It was burning in the right way and he knew it. You could tell by his signature smirk on his face.

“Come sit by the fire. You deserve it”

“Would love to but if you haven’t noticed criminal teenagers won’t give up their spots for anything” All the feelings murphy gave to you left and were fillied with anger.

“Just sit on my lap. If anyone says shit then ill slit their throat” Something about this made the feelings come back. He could turn you on like a light switch.

“Fine but not for long i’m tired.”

“I bet baby. Being bitchy all day must wear you out” You slap murphys arm without actually acknowledging his sarcastic comment. When you do you realize he called you baby. The only word murphy ever calls a girl is bitch. You don’t bring it up and just continue with him walking to the fire. He sits down and you sit on his lap. Everyone notices and one of the boys starts to say somewhen when their cut off by one of your friends.

“Damn Y/N never knew you were the slut type”

“Shut up dickhead. Stop being bitchy because murphy is the lucky guy that she sits on and not you”

“Yep, I sure am lucky”

Murphy stares the guy right in the eye as he kisses you neck which sets you off guard. You don’t show it and the group just continues on with the conversation. Warmth was surrounding you. The fire lighting up your face and murphy's chest pressed against your back. As the night goes Murphy starts to get angsty he plays with one of the belt loops in your jeans. Both of his arms wrapped around your waist and his head resting on your shoulder. He covers one his hands with the other so people can’t see what he’s doing. Slipping two fingers into your jeans he starts to play with the strap of your underwear. Fiddling with the black lace that was matching your bra. He tugs on it a bit and twists it with his finger, slowly getting closer towards your clit making you start to throb. You grab his thigh and start squeezing it as he inches closer. He giggles into your shoulder and you realize it's a game. He was winning but not for long. You slowly start to move your hips on his and instantly his laugh turns into a glare right into your eyes. You lean forward pretend to tie your shoe but really you're just showing him your ass. Around camps you always saw him staring when you're working and he “happens to walk by” every time you have to bend over. When you lean back up you feel exactly what you did to him. Other girls have told you stories about when they would try to screw him and would stand naked in front of him and nothing but here you are. All you did was lean over and you got him hard. Before he could retaliate you spoke to the group “ Well this has been fun and I love hearing about Jaspers and monty's stories of getting high but i'm tired from bellamy bitching so imma go to sleep. Night.” Everyone says night back except for murphy. Making your way back to your tent you open the zipper all the way down and before closing it back up you look to see murphy glaring at you and he mouths fuck you and just to finish off the win you mouth fuck me back and close your tent. You take off your shoes and go to get your sleeping clothes as you hear the tent open. Murphy walks in and closes the zip without saying a word.

Innocently you say “so how was your night. Thanks for letting me sit on your lap by the way.” You were just about to say something else sarcastic comment you get interrupted by lips on yours. Stumbling back a few steps before kissing him back. The kiss is passionate and intense. Quickly it became making out with you both battling for documents and this time he won. Murphy lifts you up and swings your legs around his waist before laying you on your bed. WIth him still on top of you he strips of you jeans and then strips your shirt. “You should watch what you say love” he says as throwing you shirt across your tent. “I knew exactly what I was saying when I mouthed fuck me to you” before you could continue teasing him, he bites down hard on your neck. You let out a soft moan which makes me smile and continues leaving a hickey on your neck. Quickly he find your sweet spot and starts sucking on it harder and harder leaving a definite show tomorrow. You fumble with the end of his shirt telling him to take it off. As he strips it off you stare at him in amaze. You always knew he was hot because any girl that disagreed is blind but now he was shirtless in front of you. A little bloody around his face and chest but damn were you loving it. His messy hard being pushed back with his abs having dirt marks on them and his V line getting you more wet than you knew you could get. You were staring in a maze as he starts undoing his belt and his pants. Just to tease you as he notices you mouth dropping a bit before he gets back to kissing you. He slips a hand behind your back and undo your bra effortlessly and leans back as he takes it off. “Fuck “ is the only thing he could manage to fall out of his mouth. You slowly started slipping you panties down just to tease him. He had the same look on his face as you did before. Before you knew it he ripped them off and his head was in between your thighs. You haven’t been eaten out a lot but damn was he good. You couldn’t say anything and you were just a moaning mess. You started playing with his hair which turned into pushing his head deeper in and you arching you back. He went back up to kiss you and took of his pants. Without giving you anytime to breath from how out of breath you were from him going down on you he was inside of you. He started to pound hard not letting you adjust at all. “ Fuck please please fuck. Omg don't stop please don’t stop baby.” he bite down on your neck lightly which was the first thing all night that that was not ruff. You both are getting closer and closer to finishing as he gets sloppier but keeps the pace the same. Both of you moaning and gasping for air. His deep groans making it even better. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you finish. “Fuck John Fuck” he bites down on your neck harder than before. Quickly after he finishes too and you both just lay down neck to each other trying to catch your breath. Eventually he spoke deeply “Do you want me to leave or can I spend the night?” “I don’t care” you get some underwear to put on and he puts on his boxers.

“Fuck” you mumble

“What? Whats wrong? Did I do something wrong?”

“No no no. Murphy you didn’t do anything wrong just octavia took my sleeping shirt and hasn’t returned it yet.”

“Just wear my shirt”

Murphy threw his shirt at your bare back and you just stand there stunned not knowing what to do. He was never the sweet type and you don’t know if he is doing this because he is saying thank you for the sex or if there's something more. You couldn’t deny you and john having a spark. Every Time you two are together it feels like everyone else is not even their and he is the only person you feel truly safe around. He starts walking towards you and spins you around. John picks up his shirt and put it over your head and you do the rest. Lastly he takes your hair out and puts it on both sides of you and pushes a loose strand behind your ear. You eyes meet each other and you a frozen. You feel all of the emotions moving in between you too. Both you and john slowly start leaning in until your lips touch. Unlike all the other kisses that night this one was different. It was soft but passionate and he wasn’t trying to get it to go somewhere. He just wanted to kiss you. When you pull away he stutters a word before giving up on talking and lays down in your bed. You lay down next to him and you could tell he felt awkward. He was feeling emotions he didn’t know he had.

“So i'm guessing this is a one night stand thing” he turns to you and you can see in his eyes he is beginning it's not.

“I hope not” responds out from you and then you kiss him again. You cuddle into his bare chest and he pulls you in as close as he can get you.

“Y/N i love you” he speaks softly hoping you didn’t hear him. You did. You smiled and were about to cry but before you managed to push out “I love you too john.” Just before you fell asleep all you hear come from his mouth is “Still don’t call me john. I bite you hard for a reason” you can feel the smirk again. “ And he's back to normal.” You both smile and drift off to sleep.

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sixseasonsofodestawithatardis · 7 years ago

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Odesta One shot- A christmas surprise

A/N: Finally I stopped procrastinating and made a christmas based Odesta fic for fun and even better posted it on the day- So this is not canon compliant as Finnick is alive as he should be and well Annie and their Son decide to make a surprise for him, heads up theirs also a reference to book which I’ve added into two other oneshots I’ve written called ‘Showing I care’ and ‘Showing I care Annie’s POV’ so you may want to read them first... Just type those titles into the bottom of my blog to find them or PM me for the link! Merry Christmas Guys!

A Christmas Surprise

“Okay kiddo, we have a couple of hours to decorate the house and surprise Daddy! Are you ready?” I said excitedly to the seven year old who was beaming up at me exposing the dimples he shared with his father.

Our usual tradition was that me, Finnick and Joshua would decorate the whole house together in time for Christmas with the stockings on top of the fireplace and the tree in a corner of the room its bristles poking in every which way, and most of the seashells being put on the bottom part of the tree as that was really the only place the little one could reach without the help of me or Finnick, next to the big window that gave you a view of the Victors village.

You could see two grey houses opposite and the beginning of a third (which used to be Mags’s) and towards the end of December when it got bitterly cold and the fireplace was used twenty four seven snow would fall and the grey would somehow feel a bit more cheerful than what it usually is.

However this years tradition has been changed a little due to a visit to our local baker a few weeks back…

Me, Finnick and Josh were spending the day together and went into the market where I used to run the stall for my mum and dad and back when my necklace and bracelets were sold…Before the rebellion and before Christmas was more cheerfully celebrated and affordable for everyone.

Anyway a few weeks before Christmas we always went as a family to the local bakery to get some cookies; which Josh was addicted too and made both me and his dad swear to never tell the baker that his uncle Peeta would bake them better, and to see if they had anything else that caught our eye as they usually had a little window display showcasing little gingerbread men; and the typical hot cross buns with their white icing perfectly creating a small cross shape on the bread which was tinted green due to the seaweed in the mixture (it was the same for the bread however the buns were more sweet than the bread)

When we were in there we weren't disappointed the display looked amazing, the gingerbread men were placed outside a gingerbread house with icing outlining the windows which were made from some sort of blue sugar syrup, doors made from chocolate, as well as the tiling of the roof which was made from the same gingerbread mixture as the house.

The men were also looked delicious with one being iced with a red glossy dress with circular candy cane mints at the bottom, matched with equally glossy yellow hair which was curled at the bottom, whilst the second one had a cardigan for little gumdrops acting as the buttons and the eyes as well as blue trousers. The thing that made it even more spectacular this year was that the green hot cross buns acted as little bushes near the house with little flowers being in the middle of the iced cross section.

The store itself was busy and was decorated with all sorts of Christmassy things such as mistletoe dotted around the store and the smell of cinnamon and sugar ambled its way into the air and the shelves were stacked with all sorts of biscuits from shortbreads to snickerdoodles and mince pies (which I detest because of how sour they are but my little brother used to love them) as well as the chocolate cookies with a decorative star on them which josh had asked for so whilst I got in the queue Josh and Finn went to go look at display which wasn’t unusual as they both had a sweet tooth and were always amazed as to what the baker could create plus it did look pretty effortless this year…

When we were home and sitting comfortably in the living room with the fire crackling away. i gave Josh his cookie as he started to jump up and down after waiting rather impatiently for his sweet treat and his father who was sitting next to me on the plus sofa with his arm over my shoulder, a piece of cake which smelt strongly of lemon and felt soft enough that it would crumble in your hand even though the top was covered in a sticky layer of sauce or syrup or maybe icing (to which I would never be able to tell the difference)

To which he was a bit surprised as he wasn’t expecting anything but it made him chuckle making his sea green eyes shine and go a darker shade of green like the dark green of grass after its rained,

“I thought you weren't getting me anything from the bakery as in your words I had enough cake to eat for a lifetime!” He said beginning to eat his way through the slice the golden crumbs going all over his jumper!

“Well it is Christmas plus I thought I’d surprise you” I said cheerfully placing my head in the crook of his neck all I could smell was the salt of ocean and the lemon from his slice of cake…

It was when I was tucking our little one in to bed that night when the moon was just beginning to cast a slither of light into his room making his soft curls seem more white than blonde however it was making the brown roots stand out a tiny bit and making him seem a little less tan from all the time he played tag with his friends on the beach or in the playground.

“Mum I got a question.” He said looking at me wide eyed the sea green that both me and Finnick shared twinkling in the moonlight making me smile

“Yes lovely what is it?” I said starting to pull the soft covers of his duvets up to his shoulders,

“Well I was wondering if this year we could have another tradition…One where we surprise Dad.” He said his voice picking up speed like wind in a storm which was going to tear a hole through a sail,

“Well what would you like to do?”

I said hoping that it would be something doable unlike that time he wanted to keep a crab as a pet.

“Well Daddy really loved the display at the bakery today and I thought we maybe you and I could bake a gingerbread together because I'm 99 percent sure because we both made it he’d like it more than the baker’s gingerbread house and he really likes sweets he’ll eat it plus then I have to traditions one where I surprise you and one where i surprise Dad!” And then he leaned in closer to my face and whispered “But it's gotta be super secret like you cannot tell Dad we gotta surprise him like me and him do for you on Christmas to” he then proceeded to make a shushing noise with a finger to his lips looking me dead in the eyes that I was fighting back the urge to laugh in his face.

“I love that idea however I might not be able to find a recipe for that so you might have to live with cake but let's do it!” I said joining in the whispered tone whilst being excited at the same time as usually at Christmas these two surprise me with an extra present or a handmade item it felt nice to have the tables turn for once.

So I kissed him softly on the forehead and said goodnight and then went to bed next to my husband; and smoothly lied that Josh wanted an extra story before bed when he asked what took so long.

It took me a few days of planning as: A) I had to phone Peeta to give me a basic Gingerbread recipe which I didn't think he would give to me incase it was a secret but he didn’t have a qualm about me adding it to my collection

B) I had to figure out the best time as Finnick’s work hours had changed due to the holiday so I had to figure out when he was out of the house.

So we decided to do it a couple of days before Christmas whilst he was at work before he left I did start to cook the batter so all me and josh had to do was decorate so everything was finished in time. The smell of the gingerbread which was baking in the oven filled the house with the smell of cinnamon and the obvious smell of ginger spice, I was just in the kitchen keeping an eye making sure that in the final moments of baking it would remain golden brown and not be burned to a crisp; whilst Josh was sitting in the living room finishing a book I had got for my seventeenth birthday (the one with the purple haired Mermaid on the cover)

Finnick finished getting ready to go to work (which was basically fishing) when he came into the kitchen to see what I was cooking- he was wearing a plain shirt with a slightly loose pair of trousers.

“That smells lovely Anne what are you making?” He asked planting a delicate kiss to my cheek

“A surprise.” I said cheerfully double checking the gingerbread was done and hopefully hiding it from view.

He chuckled (which is a sound I’d never get tired of hearing from) “Alright then I’m off to work now I should be back by four at the latest.” he hugged me from behind for a moment his skin felt soft.

I was watching him from the corner of my eye to make sure he wouldn’t try to look at anything in the kitchen again, he went to our son and tassled his hair and gave him a hug before going to the door and closing it softly behind him shouting an “See you later… Love you!” to us before it shut…

Once that was done I quickly went over to Josh to ask if he was ready and got the bread out of the oven and got the decorations prepared around the table so we could get on with it…

We just had the final piece of icing to one of the sugar cubes which was being used as a window and we were done me and josh looked at our creation proudly the house had white as a daisy icing outlining the windows and the door as well as a couple of bricks to make the house look a bit more like a cottage in a fairytale (which was Josh’s idea and it paid off) the windows were split into four with some haphazardly shaped lines and the sugarcubes acting as the four separate pieces of glass - Josh assured me he would make sure I would get a piece without a sugar cube as I didn’t like them as much as his Dad because they make my mouth salivate to the point where I struggle to talk.

On the roof we also added lots of sweets from broken up biscuits to jellybeans of assorted colours, we also used icing around the doors and windows to attach candy cane pieces to the borders we had created making the house seem even more colourful, especially in addition to the odd splotches of icing on the house which was caused by an icing fight caused by Josh in which icing ended up in my hair and on his nose but it made us laugh in the end.

We also had three gingerbread men (and one woman Josh had corrected me on that) standing outside one looked like his dad with blonde hair and green eyes with a plaid shirt made out of licorice and a pair of blue trousers and my one had the brown hair but unlike the one in the bakery where it stopped and curled at the shoulders, mine went over them ever so slightly- Josh had iced a jumper with a christmas type of pattern with what looked like a snowflake in middle but I couldn’t tell as I made the icing a little too runny at that point matched with a blue skirt (I would have preferred jeans but this wasn’t my design this was Josh’s).

I decided to decorate Josh’s gingerbread replica with blonde hair and green dots of icing for eyes with a green filled shirt and a pair of blue trousers and a big wide smile made with the last bit of red icing left.

We had half an hour till Finn returned home so we quickly cleaned up and put the gingerbread house on the windowsill to make it similar to the display at the bakery and silently smiled at our creation till he returned…

As soon as the door opened Josh ran to Finn with a big smile on his face and shouted “Daddy!” at the top of his lungs and Finnick picked him up and hugged him I soon went over to join them both, in which me and Josh were both kissed on the forehead.

“What did you guys do today?” He asked as the door closed softly

“Not much… But something did come for you today!” I said winking at josh who had jumped down and started to drag his father to the windowsill with me following suit

“Ta-dah! Look what we and Mummy made for you.” he said waving his arms in direction towards the baked good.

He went over to it to look at it closely and once he realised what it was he smiled and said “No way… This is way better than the one at the bakery like the windows are amazing and I like the way you done our eyes!” he said starting to jump up and down.

“I’m glad you like it Dad however it seems a bit odd with three people instead of four.” Josh said looking to both me and Finnick in which we gave each over a nod of understanding in which Finnick said “We’ll see but can we eat that gingerbread house!” He said starting to pick up his gingerbread replica and handing me a piece of his leg.

And Well the gingerbread was hard but had a soft kick to it… it really was delicious.

#Odesta #finnick odair #annie cresta #baby odair #thg #christmas #christmas fic #fanfiction #my writing #oneshot #gingerbread #finnick is alive #fannie #annick #crestdair #crestadair #finnie

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Allez Cuisine! ~Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten: Dolma and Spanakopita

Short chapter, but nonetheless important. I really wanted to get it out this weekend because next Saturday is my daughter's birthday, so I'm going to be busy all week getting ready for it.

Also, if I am writing about your particular food culture and get crucial details wrong, please let me know and I will be more than happy to learn all about it and make the necessary corrections! All I ask is that it’s kept civil.

Chapter Ten: Dolma and Spanakopita

“Earth to Rey. Come in, Rey.”

Rey blinked, looking up from the tub full of black mussels at her feet. “I’m sorry?”

“I asked if you were feeling alright,” Poe said, chucking a handful of squid guts into the sink. “Usually you’re talking my ear off when you prep, but today you’ve barely said two words. Is everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. I’m just wondering if I’m doomed to be de-bearding these bastards for the next six months,” she said saltily, plucking at the bristly, hair-like strands seaweed on the shellfish in her hand. It was the second week in September, which meant it was the start of shellfish season, which in turn meant it was time for Poe’s award-winning seafood paella. With two critically-acclaimed food magazines and three popular restaurant blogs naming his paella the best in New York City, as soon as the first shipment of mussels started rolling in BB8’s reservation books began to fill up for weeks out at a time. And when half the orders coming into the kitchen were for Poe’s paella, it meant a lot of shrimp had to be cleaned, a lot of squid had to be broken down, and a lot, a lot , of mussels had to be de-bearded.

Needless to say, paella season was not Rey’s favorite.

“Come on, Rey, throw me a bone here,” Poe sighed. “You’ve been acting off ever since we did Iron Chef . Finn’s worried, too. He told me the other day that he feels like he hardly ever sees you anymore, and you two live together. Did...something happen when we finished filming?”

This was not the first time that Rey got the impression that Poe somehow knew of her confrontation with Kylo Ren outside the studio dressing rooms. He never outright asked, and she never divulged any information when he hinted at it. Although she loved Finn and Poe with all her heart, one of the reasons why she didn’t tell them about her chat with Vader’s executive chef was because she didn’t want them to go all over-protective big brother on her. If anything, she was pretty sure she was more apt at taking care of herself now than any other time in her life, and she hated the thought of anyone assuming otherwise, her best friends included. She also did not want to tell them because she knew once their initial reactions wore off, both Finn and Poe would try to reassure her that she was a damn good cook and therefore she shouldn’t listen to anything Kylo Ren had to say.

The problem with that was Ren efficiently pointed out how woefully little she knew about cooking traditions and techniques outside of Poe’s kitchen. And that knowledge made her whole being itch, like there was a hive of ants crawling beneath her skin.

The reason why Finn never saw her on the rare occasions they were home at the same time was because she was more often than not holed up in her room, researching recipes, reading blogs or watching cooking tutorials on her old laptop, taking notes as fervently as she did when she was in college. On days when she had the apartment to herself she would spend her carefully coveted savings on a slew of pricey ingredients, many of which were new to her: Parmigiano-Reggiano and Gruyere cheese, arborio rice, bottles of cognac and port, whole ducks and tubs of pork lard, as well as making sure their refrigerator and pantry was continually stocked with onions, eggs, butter, and all the herbs she burned through. She took the ingredients home and, while she had the kitchen to herself, prepped them all while reviewing her notes and re-watching videos.

But it seemed no matter how close she followed the instructions, nothing ever turned out right. Her consomme was cloudy, her souffles collapsed, the rice of her risotto never wanted to cook the whole way through, and she utterly destroyed three ducks in her pitiful attempt to debone them. It was, in short, really fucking frustrating.

To make matters worse, every failure made Kylo Ren’s words echo a little louder in her mind, though whenever they replayed they never sounded mocking or condescending. He may not have outright said it, but Rey had no doubt the he had extended an invitation to her that day in the hallway.

Stupid Kylo Ren , with his stupid good looks, and stupid beautiful food and stupid superiority complex, Rey fumed, plucking the beard off a mussel with more vehemence than was necessary. Most importantly, damn him for throwing a wrench into the contented clockwork of her life. It wasn’t a big wrench, but it was enough to knock some gears and springs out of alignment so that things no longer ran quite as smoothly as before.

She could have told this all to Poe. She trusted that he would give her both sagely career and life advice without overwhelming her, and reiterate that she shouldn’t worry about anything Ren said and that she’d be better off putting it from her mind. Once she got it all off her chest, perhaps she would finally feel better and be able to put this weird episode behind her.

The problem was she didn’t know if she wanted to put it behind her. Not yet, at least.

“I’ve just been thinking,” Rey started, taking a much safer route, “when we did Iron Chef , you told Kevin Brauch and the judges that I was your secret weapon. I’ve just been wondering what you meant by that.”

Poe blew out a puff of laughter that sounded a lot like relief. “Christ, Rey, you’ve been scaring the shit out of us over that? Why didn’t you ask sooner?”

She raised one shoulder and let it drop again. “I wasn’t sure how to bring it up without sounding like I was accusing you of something.”

It was a half-truth, at least: she had been curious about Poe’s remarks during the filming, but what had come to pass after had pushed them into the far corner of her mind. Every few days she told herself that she’d finally get around to asking him, just so she could think about something else for a while, but in the end her thoughts always circled back to Kylo Ren and she’d forget all over again.

“I suppose that’s my fault,” Poe said. “It’s something that you should have known a long time ago. Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad,” he quickly amended, as though he could see her defenses going up, “it’s just that I think it’s easier if I showed you.”

Rey and Poe swiftly cleaned up and stored their prepared seafood. Just as they were hanging up their aprons Finn walked in to start his shift.

“Oh good, you’re here,” Poe said, plucking Finn’s apron out of his hands and hanging it back up in his locker. “Come on, we’re going to get some lunch.”

“I need to start my miguelitos…” Finn started to protest, but Poe took him firmly by the elbow and steered him toward the door.

“We won’t be long,” Poe said cheerfully. After leaving some instructions with one of the line cooks who just arrived at his station, Poe, Rey and Finn left BB8 for whatever mystery destination Poe had in mind.

The last of the summer heat still had its claws in the tri-state area, but the shade of the trees lining the streets of Greenwich Village was refreshingly cool. It would still be another six weeks before autumn started to change the foliage in earnest, but when Rey drew a lungful of air she could detect the faint spicy aroma that told her the change of season was close at hand.

Poe ended up taking them to a Greek restaurant nestled at the bottom corner of an apartment complex. It was a small place, the kind that’s perfectly contented to be a local favorite rather than a tourist draw. It’s decor was sparse: blue-and-white checkered tablecloths, a few potted plants, a picture of the Parthenon in its prime painted on one of the walls. But it smelled wonderful, like roasting meats and fresh-baked pastry dough and a touch of oregano.

Seeing as it was only eleven in the morning on a Thursday they had the place to themselves save for a pair of old men playing backgammon in the far corner. A tired-looking waitress came over to greet them as they took a seat at a table against the wall with the painting. Without even looking at the menu Poe deftly ordered a plate of dolma , a slice of spanakopita , and a bowl of avgolemono. When he finished Poe gave the waitress one of his trademark smiles and she blushed deeply, tripping over her feet as she hustled back to the kitchen. Under the kitchen, Finn kicked him in the shin.

Rey asked Poe again why he brought them here, but Poe insisted that they waited until the food came out. Their waitress appeared about fifteen minutes later, laying their order before them: a savory pie of spinach and feta cheese in a filo crust, grape leaves wrapped around a filling of rice, ground meat and spices, and a bowl of thick, pale yellow soup with chunks of chicken and parsley floating on top.

“Help yourselves,” Poe said, picking up a dolma and biting it in half.

Rey and Finn exchanged one more look of confusion over their boss’s strange behavior before Finn tucked in. Rey loved Greek food, but her growing annoyance kept her from being able to fully enjoy it. She quickly took a bite from each dish before staring Poe down again. “Okay, spill. Not that I’m complaining about a free meal, but would you care to finally tell me what all this is about?”

“Humor me for just a little longer,” Poe said with a knowing glint in his eye. “What do you taste?”

Rey wanted to groan - she always hated these kind of roundabout mind games - but she complied, taking another, slower bite from each dish, allowing each flavor to roll across her tongue in turn. She pointed her fork to the piece of spanakopita .

“Onion, garlic, spinach, parsley, ricotta and feta cheeses and eggs. A small touch of dill.”

She moved onto the dolma .

“The meat is a combination of beef and lamb. There’s also rice and onions in the stuffing, and it’s been seasoned with dill, a little mint, and lemon zest. The leaves were brined with lemon juice, I think.”

She was about to go onto the avgolemono - a chicken and orzo soup thickened with eggs and flavored with lemon - when she realized Finn was staring at her with his jaw unhinged. “What?”

“You can really pick all those flavors out from just a few bites?” he asked, astonished.

“More than that,” Poe interjected, “but I bet any amount of money that if Rey tried to make any of these dishes, she’ll be able to perfectly replicate them, right down to how much salt they have, even without the recipe.”

Rey couldn’t help but frown. “I appreciate your faith in me, but that’s being a little generous.”

“Except that you’ve been doing it for two years,” Poe said. “Remember your first omelette you made during my cooking seminar? The one I said tasted like something a master chef would make? At first I chalked it up to beginner’s luck, but when Finn told me that you perfectly recreated my tacos, I began to suspect that there was something really special going on with you. After watching you learn and grow at an exemplary rate after coming on to BB8, I can say with the utmost confidence that you, Rey Jakken, have a perfect palette.”

“A what now?” Rey asked at the same time Finn smacked the tabletop with the palm of his hand and declared, “Of course! It makes perfect sense!”

“What that means, Rey,” Poe continued, “is that you have a heightened sense of taste and the ability to remember literally everything you’ve ever eaten. Think of it as a person who has perfect pitch and can accurately identify any note on the musical scale, but with flavors instead of sound. Your brain automatically categorizes and retains everything you eat with such precision that you can recreate practically anything, even if you’ve only tried it once. Some people, especially food critics, can train themselves to become what’s known as a supertaster, but you were born with it. I called you my ‘secret weapon’ on Iron Chef because you would remember everything we practiced before going on, and because you would ensure that our food would taste the best it possibly could.”

A dozen questions raced through Rey’s mind, but she ended up settling on the one that probably should have been saved for later. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” she asked, sounding more morose than she intended.

Poe actually winced. “I’m sorry, hon, I really am. At first the reason was because I wanted you to come into your own just based on what you learned and how you applied it. I thought I was saving you from becoming that arrogant little shit no one would want to work with. I did mean to tell you sooner than now, but…” He rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. “Well, I got selfish. It’s so hard to find someone who’s reliable and consistently good at their job. I didn’t want to risk losing you to someone else so soon. But after the Chairman told you and Finn that he’d love to have you back as challengers, I knew that I couldn’t keep your own talent from you any more.

“I don’t blame you if you’re mad with me, so let me say just one more thing on the subject: I want to see you succeed, Rey. Even without your superior palette you already have everything it takes to someday opening your own restaurant. With it you have the potential to become one of the best chefs in New York. Maybe even further than that.” He offered her a smile, small and apologetic. “Just so long as you don’t go taking my secret recipes, yeah?”

Rey felt her throat tighten and the back of her eyes burn with unexpected emotion. “If you hadn’t been honest with me right now, then yeah, I’d probably be a little upset. But since you were… No, I’m not mad.” She reached across the table to take his hand, giving him a smile of her own in return. “Besides, it may have been better that you did wait until now, otherwise I wouldn’t have believed you when you said I was special.”

“You are special, Rey,” Finn implored, adding his own hand to theirs and giving a firm squeeze. “Even if you just had a regular palette, you’d still be special. We just wish that someday you’ll be able to see that about yourself.”

The next day, Rey made her decision.

Sorry for the lack of Kylo in this chapter. It was going to be longer - in fact, chapters 9, 10, and 11 were supposed to be all one installment - but this seemed like a good stopping point.

Despite the fact that I didn't get to write Kylo in this chapter, I'm super happy with how it came out. Earlier on in the story I felt like I wrote myself into a plot hole when Poe mentioned Rey being a "secret weapon" and panicked for a bit on how I was going to resolve it without contradicting anything I wrote before, but it served as a reminder to myself that all you need to do is just keep writing. Everything will eventually work itself out (even if it still feels like a cheap plot point.)

Supertasters are real, though I’ve obviously taken a little more liberty with Rey’s ability than how they are in real life (real supertasters tend to be picky by nature, as they don’t care for bitter flavors, foods with high fat content, carbonated beverages, etc. For the sake of this story, Rey has more of a photographic memory, though with her sense of taste rather than sight or sound.

#reylo #reylo fanfiction #reylo chef au #allez cuisine!

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