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httpdabi · 6 years ago

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Mom’s Boss

Word Count: 9.2k

Caracters: Wonho x OC

Genre: Comedy, romance, smut

Warnings: 18+, public, age gap

I was never into older guys, or guys my horrible mother brought home. Until I saw her handsome boss... and suddenly, my mind was changed.

Growing up as a only child wasn’t a problem for me. It didn’t affect me the way it did a lot of people. I remember some girls nagging how they want a brother or a sister. In my case it wasn’t like that. Not like I didn’t want a little sibling, but that child would only suffer. He would live without parently love just like I did and honestly, I wouldn’t wish that even to my worse enemy.

My parents got divorced when I was only 6 years old. Usually parents fight for the child because they love him. Mine were fighting over me simply to win. Because of the pride I guess.

At that time I didn’t understand what was going on, but once I got older I started to think about how would it be if my father won on the court.

Now when I’m 21 years old things got different. I could go where ever I want, but I didn’t really have any normal possibility. My father got new wife and literally new family. His wife can’t stand me, she has an attack simply hearing my name.

Finding a job and living on my own was also impossible, since I’m still a student. You simply can’t find a job without any experience and even if you do it’s not well paid for living. Like you can’t find an apartment or anything.

That’s why I’m stuck with my mother.

Now, all I Want is to have my own space, to be left alone and of course my mother did as I wanted, in fact, gladly. In other words, she just continued what she did before, ignored my existence.

Sometimes when my fathers wife goes somewhere he would visit me over and for a moment I feel a bit better. After his work we would to make pancakes together and talk about life. But even then, things weren’t as I wished they would be. He never suggested anything, he didn’t want to break his new family. He didn’t want to make his wife mad. The only thing he did and is still doing is sending me a bit money every month, so I could buy myself everything for uni or at least have some money for coffee and so.

I didn’t make any problems, wanting to hurt my mother wasn’t my intention. After all, was that even possible ? Whit what can I hurt her ? Anything I do doesn’t bother her at all.

,, Happy birthday!!’’ My best friend Jiso screamed, jumping on me and pushing the present she bought me, in my hands.It was too early and I honestly didn’t expect that she will give me a present immediately.

,,Open it!’’ she ordered and smiled at me cutely. I nodded my head sleepily and started opening the small packet. It was so well decorated, I felt sad that I had to ruin it.

When I opened it I found my favorite sweets, the book I was looking for a long time, my favorite movies and some marches from my favorite youtuber.

,, Thank you so much’’ I said and hugged her tightly. Maybe for some people that kind of present was cringe, but for me it was perfect. It showed how well she knows me.

,, Wanna go eat some cake after uni ?’’ I asked her, I knew that she will agree, that I didn’t even to ask actually. But you never know.

In the class some people remembered my birthday and some didn’t. I found it cute how my friends made a small prank on me, giving me presents when the lunch break was. But not normal presents. For example, Taehyung gave me toilet paper, Changkyun gave me a pack of noodles, Lisa gave me cheese, Ilhone gave me his picture. I found it nice that they made such a cute plan, I mean, they didn’t forget me. At the end they gave me two games I wanted to buy for my Play Station. Spyro and Crash Team Racing.

Seeing the confused faces of other students when they saw Tae giving me a toilet paper made my day. They were all like what the fuck. Even some professors were giving us that wtf look.

The whole time Jiso was planning something, what could we do, not giving me even a second to resist. If she wasn’t talking, she was writing something n notebook for me to read. So in short, random uni day.

,, First, we can go to starbucks and have a coffee and eat some cake. Then we can go eat some bbq and drink a bit’’ Jiso said placing her arm around my shoulder.

,, Or we can go drink a coffee and go drink tonight.’’ I suggested, having a sudden urge to party and get drunk. Even tho Jisoo and others made my day, I was still upset. Upset because my mother didn’t even bother to send me a message. But I was trying to stay positive, maybe she didn’t forget. Maybe she wanted to graduate me in person or maybe she even had a surprise for me.

,, Well, that can do too. We didn’t go out for a long time’’ she said like she was thinking out loud.

,, Wanna go party or go drink a cocktail ? ‘’ I asked as I took my wallet out of my bag before we got inside the Starbucks. As usual it was full. While I was buying us coffee and cake, Jiso was looking for a place to sit.

When everything was done, I took our food and looked for her. She found a nice and comfortable place to chill. It was in a corner, the perfect corner where you can choke on your cake without people staring at you.

,, I can’t wait to get drunk. I miss the taste of Sex on the beach’’ she said closing her eyes and imagining the fresh taste of the cocktail.

,, Yeah, we can go to peaches. I also miss that perfect banana cocktail. ‘’ I said feeling totally excited for the night ahead of us.

,, What will you wear tonight ?’’ She asked me with full mouth, plus adding some coffee in her mouth.

,, My black skirt and probably my leopard printed shirt, I bought it yesterday. It’s really nice, it shows my shoulders ‘’ I said trying to explain how it looks.

,, Can’t wait to see, it will definitely look amazing on you. You’ll get laid’’ she said with her usual derp face.

,, Well, I just wanna get drunk’’ I said as I winked at her, making her roll her eyes. That was definitely her new habit.

Anyway few days ago I decided to watch out and eat only healthy food, to lose some weight, and here I’m eating the nutella cake like there is no tomorrow. Yeah, which means, Mission impossible 6 just came out, it’s called me on a diet.

It was around 5 PM when we finally decided to go home. The whole day we were simply lazy together gossiping other people we know and judging people we don’t know.

I wasn’t so excited about facing my mother. I had some nice time with Jiso and thinking about dealing with her was running my mood already.

When I got home for a moment I thought how it would be better if she just got somewhere else and forgot that I even exist.

But hey,

When I got in the house, she did surprise me, only that wasn’t a surprise I was hoping for.

She was sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine in her hand and on the arm chair, with a whiskey was sitting a man. He was tall, well built. His black hair was like a perfect contrast with his bright and clean skin.

They both looked at me totally confused. I understand why the man was confused, he didn’t know me, he probably didn’t even know I exist, God knows if she ever mentioned that she has a daughter. But why was she confused ?

,, Oh, hi dear! You are home’’ She said, standing up and placing the glass on the table. I looked at her even more confused and even pissed off. It was irritating, every time when she brings some man home she acts like we are happy family.

,, This is my boss’’ she added fast, while I was pouring some juice in my glass. I turned around and looked at them. It was a first time I could say that the man she brought home was actually really handsome.

I made my way toward the man and gave him my hand and honestly that move shocked her more then anything.

,, Hoseok’’ he said while shaking my hand. I said my name and nodded my head, giving him a sign that it’s nice to meet him. My mother was really shocked, I think she would be less shocked if I took a gun and shoot him. I never acted that way toward any of her mans. Well, being honest, I wanted to make a scene, but her boss is such a snack.

Her taste in man was always so horrible, but this time it was an excuse. Even tho she’s my mother, I wasn’t sure what was he doing with her.

After that, I just turned around and made my way toward my room. Being totally honest, if I had a boss like him, I would definitely never call sick.

I jumped on my bed, closing my eyes and taking few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down a little bit. Not wanting to listen to their conversation. I put my earphones in and closed my eyes on few minutes.

The fact that she really didn’t know its my birthday, mad me almost cry. I was breathing heavily, trying not to cry.

When I finally calmed down and when the right time arrived, I changed in the outfit I planned and started doing my makeup. I didn’t reay care about what they were talking about, but for a second they took my attention.

,, You got a really pretty daughter’’ I heard Hoseok saying, making me more curious. On my surprise my mother didn’t answer. She didn’t say anything, all she did was changing the topic.

In a short time my makeup was done and I was totally ready. So I took my bag and made my way out. They were sitting in the kitchen, once again, their eyes on me.

,, Where are you going?’’ My mother asked, giving me one of her most disgusted looks.

,,Out’’ I simply said and she nodded her head. Her behavior was very irritating, it made me look like I’m the bad one.

,, Come eat with us’’ she said, thinking I’ll just ignore her, as usual. But instead of ignoring her, I just took a plate and sat there with them.

For a moment she got lost, I felt she just adopted me and didn’t know how to start the conversation.

,, Don’t drink too much tonight’’ she said, trying to act like a caring mother.

,, Aha’’ I nodded my head, showing how I don’t give a flying fuck about her and her act.

,, I wish you would stop acting like this’’ she said acting like she was really hurt. At that very moment I understood why Leonardo Dicaprio didn’t win an Oscar for such a long time. My mother took them all. Such a great actor.

,, Just let me eat’’ I said almost rolling my eyes, while Hoseok was eating quietly, probably feeling extremely uncomfortable.

,, I’m your mother, you have to listen to me’’ she said placing spoon on the table. If I didn’t plan to kill myself with alcohol, I wouldn’t deal with her at all, but I had to eat something, anything.

I just ignored her and started eating. I actually felt really uncomfortable because her handsome boss was there. Trying to keep my mouth shut, I just continued to eat. But she was pushing every button possible. When she said how I’m always like that, I wanted to slam the plate against her face.

Without a word, I just stood up, took my stuff and went out.

Taking one cigarette to calm myself down, I texted Jiso that I’m on my way and on my luck, she was already ready.

My mind was still surrounded with words my mother spat on me. All the crap she said, how she behaved. It was still pissing me off and I couldn’t wait to start drinking and forget about it.

Jiso was waiting for me in the center, staring at her phone, smiling and typing real fast. Probably some guy. She always had guys flying around her. I mean, she has a beautiful face and beautiful personality. If I was a man I would also try to get her.

She placed her phone in her bag an hugged me. She looked really incredible. As always. She can wear a trashcan and still look amazing.

,, Oh my god, look at Jooe. She always tries to look like Kylie Jenner or something’’ she said when she saw Jooe standing beside McDonald’s with some guy.

,, Kylie Jenner Walmart edition’’ I said laughing.

,, One dollar store’’ She added giggling. Jooe was always that kind of person trying to be good with everyone, but gossiping all the time. Or just simply and in short. She was fake.

Anyway, we didn’t waste any time. Cigarettes were already bought and the only thing we needed was alcohol.

Of course we didn’t go out alone. Taehyung, Changkyun, Ilhoon and Lisa also wanted to join us and being honest that really made me happy.

There was a time when we used to go out every weekend and we really had so much fun. Every time after going out we would go to someone’s place and order pizza and talk till we all fall asleep.

We met Lisa near the club and made our way in. It was a 2000th party so we were really excited. Like every fucking song hits you like a truck. SIMPLY LOVE IT.

We found the table we reserved and immediately ordered the drinks, starting with the banana cocktail I missed so much. The music was already amazing, as always. We really knew every fucking song, it was really awesome.

After some time, the guys arrived. They were much worse then us. They loved parties like this one.

Thanks to my friends, I forgot about my mother, I forgot about what happened earlier. We were having so much fun.

,, Let’s go smoke one’’ Jiso screamed and I just nodded my head and we both made our way to a smoking zone.

When we got out, the song Pump it started playing and being honest the song isn’t something special, but me and Jiso loved Fergies part, or whatever her name is. We used to listen the whole song only because of it.

We sat on the small couch and lit our cigarettes, singing her part loudly not giving shit if other people were looking at us weirdly.

,, Just let it go, let it go HERE WE GOO’’ we screamed before Jiso hit me with her elbow.

,, That guy over there is checking you out’’ Jiso said, giving me a sign which one. At first I couldn’t see which one, until he lifted his glass in the air and winked at me. It was no one other then my mother’s boss.

At first I looked like I saw something non-natural but then I jus smiled and waved at him.

,, The fuck, you know him?’’ Jiso asked in shock.

,,Well yes, no, I don’t know. We met today, actually, few hours ago’’ I said a little bit confused. What the hell is he doing here.

,, What am I missing ?’’ she asked excitedly .

,, He visited my mother, he’s her boss, or maybe her new lover’’ I said and the only thing I could think of was HOLY SHIT.

,,Hey’’ he was suddenly standing in front of us, and not only was Jiso shocked, I was too.

,, Hello’’ I said a little lost, that he even approached me.

,, So, here’s where you are hiding ?’’ he said with a small smile formed on his face.

,, She’s not hiding, she’s celebrating her birthday’’ Jiso said placing her arm over me and kissing my cheek. Hoseok was a little bit in shock, maybe because of what happened earlier.

,, Where are my manners, happy birthday ‘’ he said as he took my hand in his. I could totally say that he was extremely curious, but too kind to ask about my mother and what happened earlier. But after all, I don’t know what she told him. Jiso was already getting bored and started giving me small signals that we should go back.

When we stood up, Hoseok asked if he can borrow me for a second and of course Jiso simply agreed and went back to ohers.

,, Come here’’ he said and placed his hand on my lower back, giving me a sign to follow him. We arrived to the table where his friends were. Of course they all looked good and elegant just like he did.

,, What do you want to drink?’’ he asked me. He was so close, I could literally feel his breath on my ear. Don’t misunderstand me, I don’t jump on every man I see, or touches me or tells me something. I don’t jump on every man my mother brings home.

But if you want me to be totally honest, Hoseok was a man I would literally kill for.

I didn’t know him of course, but his appearance was literally killing me. After all, I can freely say that I never met someone handsome as him.

After few moment he ordered for everyone and we all cheered for my birthday.

It was still weird. I mean, if it was someone else who did it, it would be different, but it was my mothers boss, which I only met today.

What was even more weird to me was the fact when he introduced me to his friends, he didn’t say that I’m a daughter of one of his workers.

When the drink was finished I went back to my friends, where Jiso welcomed me excitedly. That girl was drunk as fuck.

,, WHO’S THAT???’’ Lisa screamed on my ear and of course Taehyung also wanted to know everything. He pushed Lisa to the side and placed his arm around me.

,, Wanna know if he likes you? Cause I’m expert in that matter’’ he said loudly pulling my head closer to him.

,, He does, he’s looking at you’’ Tae said drunkenly and giggled. He was always so silly when he gets drunk.

Every time a good song was playing we took a shot, which means every 3 minutes. But nobody can blame us, I mean with songs like Just dance, Umbrella, Say my name, Wannabe and Hit me baby one more time, you just had to kill your self.

,, I love this party’’ Changyun screamed and jumped on me and Juso . ,, And I love you guys’’ he added placing a kiss on our cheeks before drinking another shot.

I could feel that Hoseok was watching sometime and drunk like that, I really loved it.

,, Do you mind if I sleep at Ilhoon’s place?’’ Jiso asked me, drunkenly, like I could forbid her. I always knew that there was something between them. Like, no one could suspect that they are probably fucking around, but those small looks and signs they were giving each other.

Well of course Jiso told me before, she’ll more likely die then hold that to herself. Even when she sneezes more then one time, I’m the first person to find out.

It was around 3:30 AM when I decided to go home. Lisa was the first one to leave and whne I said that I’m going, Jiso happily said that she’s going too. She probably didn’t want to leave me behind. Of course Taehyung also decided to leave, since he kinda got tired of all the Jumping.

Usually I would either go home with Jiso or Changkyun, since we are living in the same area. But Jiso had other plans and Changkyun wanted to stay longer with his other friends.

Tae wanted to walk me home, but I didn’t want to bother him, so I just told him that I’ll call a taxi. Drunk like that he forgot how hard it is to get a Taxi on nights like this, so he agreed.

It was getting pretty cold and I was literally begging God to finally send mi one.

Well, he did, but some dudes jumped in it, right in front of my nose.

I thought that I’ll fucking die, every time a taxi arrived someone stole it away from me. I really thought it’s the end, but at my surprise a car stopped right in front of me.

I expected the person to be some drunk fucktard, but it wasn’t. It was Hoseok.

,, Need a drive?’’ He asked as he opened the window. Maybe if he wasn’t alone or if it wasn’t so cold and I didn’t wait for so long, maybe then I would act out differently. But on top of all those reasons, I was drunk as fuck.

,, Hop in’’ he said. I was still thinking should I get in the car or not, but just as he said that, I got in the car immediately.

,, You know, it’s dangerous to stand in the dark all alone, especially at the place like this one. There are a lo of insane people around.

,, I was waiting for a taxi’’ I said lazily, enjoying the warmth in his car.

,, Oh, be happy I saw you. You could wait till tomorrow’’ he said concentrated on the road. Damn, the only thing I could clearly think of was how fucking handsome he is.

,, So, how was your day?’’ he asked, probably feeling uncomfortable from all the staring. But I really couldn’t stop looking . Let’s just say, I was drunk.

,, Thanks to m friends it was fine’’ I aid leaning my head on the window.

,, Did you get a lot of presents?’’ he asked me politely. I don’t even know how I managed to reply what they bought me, but after I replied I really passed out. I guess being finally in a warm place after standing outside for more then hour in that cold, it really made me pass out.

I can’t say that I didn’t remember anything after. In fact, I do.

I remember him taking me out of the car, so easily like I was a feather. Usually I’m not a person that is hard to wake up, a freaking fly can wake me up.

But since alcohol got me pretty much, I felt like I’m about to pass out, last time I was drunk like that was on Changkyun’s birthday. Taehyung made me drink more then usual and I remember when I got in bed, the whole fucking room was spinning. Well, that’s how I felt now.

Of ocurse, I had no thoughts in that moment. I was really like I was in coma, but man, he was really gentle. Later, I couldn’t believe that bulldozer like him could hold someone so gently. It was so nice that I literally fall asleep in his arms again.

Next thing I knew, I woke up in a unfamiliar room. In very first moment I was in shock, where the fuck I am and so. But then I recalled what happened-

I wasn’t in my clothes, I had an oversized t-shirt and shorts in which I could fit 3 times.

The blinds were down and my phone wasn’t around, so I wasn’t sure what time it is. Maybe I would brush it of and continue sleeping. I mean those sheets were like heaven, but I felt thirsty as fuck. Well as usual, after alcohol you can drink a whole river.

When I stood up, I realized that the shirt was in false way on me. I lazily turned it around and when I was about to make a step, I decided to take off that shorts. It was too big anyway. And the shirt covered my since it was oversized.

I wasn’t sure where to go, since the apartment was really big. But I saw a TV light coming from a room and decided to go there. It was a really big living room and well, I couldn’t concentrate on how the room really looks, because Hoseok was there. Shirtless.

,, Oh you are awake’’ he said surprised. Switching his position, sitting on the couch.

,, I felt thirsty’’ I said like a lost child. For real, the scene looked like in those movies, when a child asks their mother to tell them they just threw up. But in this case, I was just thirsty and Hoseok wasn’t my father. Even tho I would gladly call him daddy.

,, Here’’ he gave me the bottle , checking me out.

,, I’m sure you had a shorts’ he added confused.

,, Oh, did you do it?’’ I asked, If I wasn’t drunk as fuck I would probably feel mad, but in a situation like that, I could only feel thankful to him for taking care of me and mad on myself for letting something like this happen.

.. Yeah, but I tried not to look’’ he said protecting himself. Cute.

,, Yeah I noticed, the shirt was wrongly on me, Thank you’’ I said thankfully. ,, And I’m so sorry for causing so much trouble to you’’ I apologized.

,, No, it’s alright. It’s better that you fall asleep in my car, then in Taxi’’ he said shaking his head.

For a moment I had, but really had to check him out. He was only in his baggy shorts. I wish I could just jump on him at that moment, but yeah, whatever.

It was weird even to think that he’s my mother’s boss. And because of that it was really weird to see him shirtless like that.

,, I wasn’t sure if I should bring you home. But then I was sure your mom, wouldn’t be so happy to see you like that.’’ He said

,, More likely she wouldn’t be happy to see me with you’’ I corrected him.

,, By the way, I apologize for my behavior you had to see at the dinner’’ I added as I took a sip of the water.

,, No, it’s okay. It’s normal to have a family fight sometimes’’ he said, and smiled a bit.

God, I had to use all my fucking power not to even think about dirty stuff I wanted to do to him. How the fuck did my mother get him.

,, Well, if you are having a thing with my mother I have to tell you, that’s the only way we communicate’’ I said preparing the man for the future.

,, Wait, wait, wait, hold on’’ he cut my sentence, looking extremely confused, his hands in the air giving me a sign to stop talking.

,, Why the hell would I even have something with your mother ? Wait, just what ?’’ he was so confused, maybe more confused then I was.

,, Wait, so you don’t have a thing going on?’’ I asked him confused.

,, No, why would you say such a thing’’ he asked me shocked. So cute.

,, Sorry, usually she brings home guys she only has something with ‘’ I said defending myself.

,, Oh my god, no offense, but no’’ he said, shaking his head.

,, Well never mind, but she probably likes you’’ I thought out loud and at my surprise he just laughed it off.

After the small conversation, I just went back in the beautiful room, with those beautiful sheets, falling asleep the very moment I got in the bed.

In the morning, I woke up around 11 AM. It was the first time I slept so well in a while. Whit in a while, I mean fucking 10 years.

If I had a chance, I would stay in that bed forever.

When I realized that the time for me to change just arrived, I wanted to lie there on the floor and cry till I drown in my own tears.

I wanted to see if Hoseok is home, so I could thank him once more before I leave. He was in kitchen drinking coffee and doing something on the laptop.

,, The sleeping beauty woke up’’ he said smiling at me cutely.

,, Morning’’ I said as I bowed politely.

,, I wanted to thank you one more time. I know I can’t do much, but if you ever need help with anything, please contact me’’ I said and bowed one more time.

,, No need to thank me, it was nice to have someone over. But where are you going? You should at least have a breakfast here. I went to the bakery when you were asleep’’ he said.

Honesty I don’t understand people like him who can stay awake till God knows when and then wake up really early and do stuff.

,, How do you manage to wake up so early and do all this. How many batteries do you have’’ I said surprised. I will never be able to do something like this.

,, Well, you just get used to it’’ he said still smiling. Even if I really wanted to stay, I didn’t feel comfortable.

He didn’t really want to agree with me not having a breakfast, but at the end I had to accept his drive to home, at least.

At home I was really like insane, being honest he couldn’t get out of my mind. Even tho it wasn0t anything special. But since I rarely get any kind of affection from anyone. I’m not used to small things. Even if a guy opens a door for me, I’ll be like wow and think about it for a whole day, having some scenarios in my head.

But that only lasts for a day or even shorter sometimes, because at the end nothing really happens of course. Sometimes I wish I didn’t fall or mistake someone’s kindness for flirting or something.

Silly me.

But hey, I should be happy it doesn’t last long tho.

Few next days I didn’t think about it so much anymore, I didn’t see him at all, so all my thoughts were gone. Of course, the fact that I would kill for him was still there, that shit didn’t change.

After a long ass uni week and sleepless nights writing everything up which literally destroyed me, weekend finally arrived. Well, I never studied or did my representation on time. I always did it in more hectic way, but hey, that’s just me after all.

Thanks God, the spring was finally coming. I couldn’t stand the winter anymore. Like, I always love it when it snows on Christmas, it’s just so magical. But when the Christmas is done, so should be the winter. In my opinion of course.

Since Jiso was out of the town this weekend, I felt sad that I didn’t have anyone to waste my time with. Not like I couldn’t call Lisa and others, but I already knew that they had other plans. Still, that didn’t stop me from going out a little, even if it meant only going to the nearest shop.

Since the weather was really pretty, I decided to wear my Buttoned Pleated pink skirt, well not that ugly to see pink, it was more like moody pastel pink I guess. My black Crew Neck sweater and a black beret.

I didn’t do much around my hair, since it was already straight, but I did put a little bit of makeup before I took everything I needed and left.

It was around 5 PM when I left home and of course my mother wasn’t around. Only God knows what she was doing or where she was. Thinking about how she can see Hoseok every day, or well, more then I can, made me really jealous.

Sick, right?

Since, the weather was really beautiful I decided to take a walk to the shop that wasn’t really near our apartment. I took one cigarette and played Ariana Grande’s new song Bad Idea. Even tho I’m pretty lazy person, I always loved to take a walk. I always wished to have a dog that could accompany me, but yeah, that couldn’t happen.

In the shop, I always get carried away and buy more stuff then I should. Not like they are so expensive, it’s more about that I have to carry them home on my own. Plus every time I see Tulips in store, I have to buy them too. Because, why not, I love them.

But of course, I had trouble carrying it back home and of course the bus was driving ever 30 minutes because it’s weekend, and of course I had to choose the store that wasn’t close at all. Because I’m simply stupid and don’t think at all.

,, Heyy, get in’’ I heard familiar voice. Turning my head around I saw Hoseok in his fancy car. Hahh, so casual, like a hero in a movie. ,, Oh wait, let me help you’’ he said and parked the car on the sidewalk for a second. He took the bags from me and placed them on the backseats.

Of course, once again I could refuse his drive and all, but well, why should I ?

,, How have you been? ‘’ He asked me. He was wearing a black suit and white button up shirt, looking really amazing.

,, I’ve been good, but the uni was a little annoying this week. What about you?’’ I asked politely, trying to avoid looking at him as much as possible.

,, Same, there is always something to work on. How’s your mother ?’’ he asked, looking on the road.

,, I don’t know really’’ I said, hoping that this topic will die.

,, Oh, okay. Well, what are you doing today ? Any plans ?’’ Hoseok asked me, looking at me for a second.

,, Not really, I’ll probably just watch Netflix all day honestly’’ I said playing with the yellow tulips in my hands.

,, Well, if you want you can join me on dinner ? ‘’ he asked, showing no emotions at all.

,, Sure, why not’’ I said looking at him. His yaw line had my attention, so beautiful.

,, But, there will be some of my friends and workers, probably with their girlfriends.’’ Hoseok said, moving his hand nervously around the steering wheel.

,, Well, I don’t really want to interrupt then, it would be weird I guess’’ I said, feeling a little bit disappointed.

,, Oh no, noo. You would actually do me a favor then. My friends made a small bet, how I can’t find and bring a girl for such a short time. You remember them maybe’’ he said, giving me small looks.

,, That’s a little bit weird. But I did tell you to contact me if you need anything, so ‘’ I said thinking about how well he took care of me last week. ,, Do I look alright tho ? ‘’ I added fast, fixing my skirt.

,, Oh, you look incredible, don’t worry’’ he said and smiled a little bit.

On the ride to the restaurant, we were talking about lots of stuff and even about my mother and our relationship. And at my surprise, Hoseok was really on my side, he didn’t support my mother’s behavior at all. He was a weird person. Like, very communicative, but the way he talked, it made me feel like I was overpowered.

When we arrived, Hoseok parked his car, while I was impressed with the whole place.

,, So beautiful’’ I said, still in my own world.

,, Yeah, you have to appreciate the nature, soon it will be the mall’’ he said, making me giggle a little bit.

,, Anyway, what do I have to do ? I probably shouldn’t be too loud or annoying’’ I said casually. Well, I was pretty loud in the car, describing everything and yeah. Hoseok stopped for a second, while a smile was formed on his face.

,, Well, just follow my lead and just be a good girl’’ he said still smiling. Damn, if he said to me to jump from the tallest building, I would do it without thinking twice.

Good girl,

If he only knew what was going thru my head at that moment.. oh

,, What do you exactly mean ? ‘’ I asked him confused.

,, For example, don’t look at other guys, have manners and so’’ he said and smiled again. It took me a good minute to think normal again and give him a proper answer.

,, I can do that’’ I said, realizing that I sounded like a scared kid.

When we went in, I really felt like a child who just got in Disneyland. The restaurant looked amazing, I felt like Queen Elisabeth will walk in any second. It was definitely not my level.

,, I’m not sure about this’’ I said, a little bit scared. I don’t know how many friends or worker were there, but they were probably just as rich and yeah just as him. That’s not where I’m supposed to be.

,, Don’t worry. Just be good and I’ll reward you’’ he said, placing his hand on my lower back and giving me a sign to follow him. Pretty weird how his words had such an effect on me. Every time he said something, I found myself listening to him. Not sure if he had his way around people, I mean he definitely knew a lot, he’s company is one of the biggest companies in the city. Or, I was simply under his spell.

We were the last one to arrive and honestly, I really felt uncomfortable. I felt like they were about to eat me alive there. Hoseok probably noticed, so he introduced me to everyone. He pulled one chair out for me to sit and he sat beside me.

Being honest, I felt really bored. All of them were probably older then me. After all, they already knew each other, so I was an outsiter. But what really surprised me, they didn’t look so formal as Hoseok did. At least not all of them.

Hoseok ordered some expensive steak with I don’t even know what, while I decided to order just some pasta. I felt uncomfortable even looking at those prices. Horrible.

,, Wanna drink some wine ?’’ He asked me and of course, when did I ever say no to wine ? Well, and I was kinda curious how does an expensive wine even tastes like, probably like money.

After some time, some girls or wifes of those people started talking with me. I was thankful they didn’t ask me what my job is or anything like that, but I’m sure they didn’t really dare to ask. They were simply polite and talking about random stuff.

,, Do you feel comfortable now ? ‘’ Hoseok asked me. He was really close, I could feel his breath. I nodded my head and smiled at him. All he did was smile at me and then took his glass of wine, giving me a sign for a toast.

The wine was really good, I was actually correct. It indeed tasted like money.

Since I didn’t want to embarrass him, I was eating really slowly and with few breaks. Well, I was looking how others are eating, I tried to copy them of course.

But, as I took one bite, I was literally a second away from choking. Not because I didn’t know how to eat, or because it was too hot or anything. It was because Hoseok’s hand was all of sudden on my lap.

I wasn’t sure what was going on. Maybe he did it accidentally if that was even possible. If we weren’t in a public place, I would pretty much like it, his hand on my lap, perfect. But I didn’t even know how to react.

At first, he didn’t move his hand at all. He was simply talking with his friends or what ever, but his hand remained on my lap. At some point, he started moving his hand up and down, literally rubbing my thigh gently. I didn’t know what to do at all, I was afraid that I could react wrongly.

,, Is there something wrong ?’’ Hoseok asked me. I just looked down where his hand was, but all his did was smirk a little.

,, Just be good’’ he whispered, moving his finger in circles.

He didn’t even give me a chance to react and his hand was already doing something else, squeezing my thigh. I tried to keep calm as possible. At that point I couldn’t even talk with anyone. All I did was kept quiet and played with my food. Until I felt his hand really near my private parts. Slowly playing around.

I only hoped that no one noticed. But after all, I was covered with the tablecloth and the decoration. So his hand was really covered. Well, he wasn’t that crazy to do anything like that knowing anyone can see. He has a reputation to keep.

When his hand found it’s way under my skirt, I almost gasped. He didn’t waste any time, he started rubbing my clothed clit, while he calmly talked with his friends about the work.

I couldn’t believe that I actually didn’t try anything to stop him. But, well I did say clearly that I would kill for him. That wasn’t a joke.

,, You are already wet’’ he whispered, but of course, he didn’t get an answer from me.

,, Spread your legs a little ‘’ he ordered, but did it on his own, not willing to wait at all. He continued to talk as he waved his hand under my underwear and pressed a finger right over my clit, trailing it up.

,, Are you alright ?’’ the woman asked me and honestly at that moment I totally forgot her name, well fuck it, it was the last thing I could think about. The best I could return was a smile and a small nod.

Eating and chat continued as per usual. But meanwhile his finger rubbed up and down my clit. One of Hoseok’s fingers slowly pushed into me and I had to pretend to be blowing my nose so that they didn’t see the look on my fucking face.

Well, not giving a flying fuck Hoseok simply pushed another finger, slowly moving them in and out of me, literally hitting my g-spot. His moves were sharp and fast, and I was surprised that no one actually noticed. Or at least I thought so. I didn’t know where to look or what to do, all I wanted to do is fucking cum and honestly I was really close.

But suddenly, he stopped and all I felt was emptiness down there.

Hoseok at my surprise apologized, saying everyone that I’m not feeling well and that we are leaving. His hand was once again on my lower back, but I didn’t mind that. I liked it how simply one touch can be as a sign how he’s in lead.

He didn’t say a word at all, all he did was opened the door for me and going around to the drivers seat. Without any word he just turned on the car and drove away.

I didn’t know what was going on, well, just few minutes ago he was fingering the fuck out of me under a table, in a fucking public place and then another minute he’s all quiet acting as nothing happened.

It was extremely weird and it was fucking driving me crazy. Not knowing what was in his head was making me go insane.

When we arrived, he parked his car in front of the house. He turned it off and turned his face to me. I wasn’t sure what did he want, what’s going on. But all this silence was pretty much uncomfortable, even more then that whole dinner.

,, I guess this is it’’ I said as I nodded my head. He didn’t reply, he also nodded his head as he leaned it on his hand.

,, Well, anyway, thank you for treating me. It was really tasty’’ I said and not waiting for his reply I just got out of his car and made my way to the house door. And just as I was about to unlock the door, I felt a hand grabbing my arm and pushing me back.

I couldn’t really choose or protest, his hold was way too strong and just in second we were standing in front of his car. Again.

And again no words, but he did look pretty upset.

Then suddenly, his hands were on my cheeks and he pulled me closer and kissed me. I didn’t know if I expected something like this to happen or not. But after all, I did kiss him back.

Hoseok opened the back door without breaking the kiss. He pushed with one hand the stuff I bought and I totally forgot about, and then he pushed me inside and hovered over me.

,, Is this all about the bet ?’’ I asked breathless.

,, Which bet? There is no bet, I just wanted to show you around me. My property.’’ He said, his eyes being a shade darker then usual. Or I just imagined it.

I didn’t reply, all I could do is kiss him and place my hand around his neck. He was all over me, kissing me back, then kissing my neck, pulling my shirt and my skirt up.

,, God, I can’t wait to have you’’ he said, leaving sloppy kisses over my neck. ,, But let us finish what we started’’ he said as he pulled my skirt totally up and pulled my panties to the side, pushing two fingers inside me immediately.

He didn’t do any vanilla shit, he was fingering me like there was no tomorrow and this time I didn’t have to hold back at all. I was a freaking moaning mess and I didn’t give a shit if my whole neighborhood will hear me.

He didn’t have to rub my clit or anything because I was already all wet. He started curving his fingers making me moan even louder. I guess he liked me loud now, since he added the third finger and started to fingerfuck me in a incredible speed.

Very short after I came all over his fingers, which made him pull them out as I laid there in his car panting heavily.

,, My turn’’ I said and before I could even try to get up, he held me down not allowing me to move.

,, No babe, thinking about your lips around my cock is driving me crazy. But I want to fuck you first. I’ve been waiting for this since I first saw you’’ he said as he placed a kiss on my lips.

,, Let’s go inside’’ he said as he opened the door of his car. I was actually really confused.

,, But my mother is home’’ I protested, knowing 1000% that she’s home, Probably asleep. After all I never brought anyone home. And the first person shouldn’t really be her boss, she definitely had crush on .

Or maybe,

Well, she wasn’t really a nice mother

In fact she was far from it.

,, So what ? That’s even more excited’’ he said pushing me out of the car and kissing me all the time.

Oh fuck it.

We just made our way inside. Even while walking, Hoseok couldn’t stop kissing me. The very first moment we got inside, Hoseok pushed me against the door and pulled me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I could feel Hoseok’s hard on clearly.

,, I will fucking ruin you’’ He whispered, grabbing my ass and squeezing it hard. He obviously remembered where my room is, since he didn’t have to ask me for the directions.

When he opened the door, he immediately pushed my shirt over my head and tossed somewhere in my room. I didn’t like unfairness so I had to take off his shirt. It took me a bit longer, since it was button up shirt, but still I did give my best. I couldn’t wait to see those abs again.

Even tho I was trying to take of his clothes nicely, he didn’t. he simply ripped my skirt, leaving me only in my underwear.

,, Hey, that was my favorite skirt’’ I said, pulling his pants down, together with his boxers and holy crap, the first thing that got thru my mind was if this will even fit ????

,, I will buy you a new one, I’ll buy you anything you want ahh-‘’ Hoseok said, but I cut him of, giving him one big lick. He grabbed my head and without any word he started fucking my face and since I didn’t have so much experience, I started choking on his dick, saliva dripping down my chest.

That didn’t last long tho, since he pulled me up and pushed me on my bed. I closed my eyes, picturing how amazing it’s going to feel to be filled up with his large member. As he got over me, he started pumping up and down and rubbing his dick over my clit. He pulled me once again up and placed me on his lap, offering me to ride him.

He didn’t have to say anything else, I just positioned my self, his hands on my hips and he slowly started sinking me down onto his dick. It was a feeling I will never fucking forget.

First few seconds, both of us had to get used to it. He leaned his head back on the wall as he breathed heavily. Since I couldn’t wait any longer, placed my hands on his wide shoulders and slowly started moving up and down. I shifted my hips around in circular motions while he just closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

Now even the fact that he was my mother’s boss didn’t bother me. And the fact that she probably fall asleep thinking about him didn’t bother me either. If I was all the time on my own, then I had to choose and do what I want.

Since my thoughts made me mad, I started moving my hips even faster and of course Hoseok accepted that well. Hoseok was meeting my thrusts. Every time I was about to slide down he would move his hips up, hitting me hard and when he started to hit my g-spot I fucking lost it. I couldn’t help it, I had to moan, but then he did shut me up, pressing his lips against mine.

I closed my eyes, not being able even to move myself. But he gladly did the whole job. Thinking about how we will probably do this more oft also drove me insane. There was some sick thrill of a sexual rendezvous where we could get caught.

,, Oh God, Hoseok.. Fuck.. ‘’ I squeezed my eyes shut tight and he pulled me closer to him so that his lips could attach to my nipple, sucking it lightly.

My back was already arching off, gripping on his arms, shoulders, anything. I couldn’t hold it anymore as I let myself go as I came all over his dick.

He didn’t stop tho, he helped me with my orgasm and honestly. I never had a longer one, it was so damn good. I wished it lasted forever.

But even tho I had my orgasm, Hoseok was far away from his. He turned me around and entered me once again, but this time more aggressively.

He placed his one hand around my throat and started fucking me without any mercy. Not like I needed it. It felt so good.

My muscles gripped his cock tightly as he pushed himself into me deeper and harder. I placed my hand over his one, giving him a small sign that I need air. Of course he immediately left my throat and his hands were on the edges of my bed now.

His moves were so fast and rough that I had to bite his shoulder to keep myself quiet. He kept driving his cock in and out of my pussy, hitting my G-spot once again. Never in my life happened to me, that miracle to cum twice. But here he was, making it all true.

,, Ahh fuck’’ I cried. I nibbled against his neck, smelling his scent, wanting him all over me. Kissing his neck I closed my eyes and tried not to be loud. But I’m sure that we were already too loud. He was fucking me so hard that the bed was literally about to break.

I wrapped my legs around him and my arms around his beck, probably leaving some marks, I could feel his precum dripping in my hole. My walls clenched on his cock tightly again and my muscles tried in vain to hold on to the pounding shaft . I could feel his cock tightened up and contracted hard, sending the vibration in my wet hole. After few deep and hard moves, both of us came hard.

Hoseok collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily as his dick was still twitching inside me. He took it out and lied down beside me breathing in my neck.

,, Are you on pills ? ‘’ Hoseok asked me quietly. I looked at him and just slowly shook my head.

,, I’ll get you the best one. From tomorrow you’ll use them.’’ He said and kissed me, pulling me closer to him.

He stood up and wore his boxers. I tried to stand up but the pain between my legs didn’t allow me. So Hoseok had to find me my oversized White shirt and my penties.

Then at my surprise he just got back in the bed and covered us both with my covers.

,, Are you staying ?’’ I asked him confused

,, Yes, is there a problem ?’’ he asked, pulling me closer to him.

,, Well, my mom ? ‘’ I said still confused.

,, Oh don’t worry about that, your mom is the last thing you should worry about’’ he said, covering my back better.

And with his words, I did feel better immediately. After that, all that mattered to me was the comfort of the covers and his strong arms around me.

hope you enjoyed it

Sorry for all the mistakes and typos, I’ll correct them sometimes in future haha

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alcalavicci · 5 years ago

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Snippets of Geordie James’ letters to Claire, May-August 1974

Letter 1:

As you've probably noticed, there aren't enough of us Stockwell fans around. Before my first letter about Dean and Guy was published in the January issue of RBH [Rona Barrett's Hollywood], I felt a bit paranoid in my affection for them. I knew they must have fans somewhere, although maybe few and far-between. Now that I'm corresponding with several other fans of theirs, I can't believe it! I really enjoy exchanging praises about Dean and Guy. They are two subjects I never tire of reading or writing about. I hope you feel the same.

I know that when you wrote your letter, you didn't know how much I adore Dean -- as you've probably guessed by now, I've done as much research as possible on him. The one thing I didn't know about Dean was that he's living with Russ Tamblyn. I had heard from this fellow who wrote a book about former child stars that Dean "lives in Topanga Canyon with a very beautiful roommate." Now Russ Tamblyn is attractive, but I must admit I had something else in mind!

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Your letter is very interesting and intelligent. This has been the case with all the Dean fans who have written me. If it's true that certain artists attract certain types of fans, I'd say that Dean definitely attracts mature and intelligent people.

Dean fans are generally older than are the fans of others, which prompts me to ask your age, if you don't mind telling me?

About myself -- I'm 27, a Pisces like Dean. In fact, his birthday is the day before mine.

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The most up-to-date information I've heard about Dean is that he was in Albuquerque in March of this year, on stage in a comedy called "Relatively Speaking." In an interview from the Albuquerque newspaper, Dean said that he would "prefer to exclude neurotics" in his roles in the future. He complained of being typecast, probably as a result of "Compulsion," his success at playing a poetic, deranged genius, his common character up til now. He said that he would like to do comedy and work with Mel Brooks. Reviews from the play raved that Dean was brilliant in comedy.

How does this news impress you? I ask because I'm wondering if you share my views, which are in complete sympathy with Dean. From that old "Bonanza" segment Dean did, I knew he had comedic sense that was very appealing. If you'll recall, that show opened with Dean playing a drunk, begging for whiskey in the saloon. When taken out of context from the story, that swaying, groping drunkeness showed a great scope for comedy. He is fantastic, able to play it up or down. It is Dean's subtleness, somehow, that makes him so great -- he could never be described as a ham, don't you agree? His acting style is convincing and he makes it look so easy! Just a look, the tiniest gesture, and he says everything. Dean definitely has a charisma, some sort of magic that only a few actors have shared. I often compare Montgomery Clift to Dean, which must be very terrible to do, but I consider Monty to have been the similar type of acting genius Dean is. I'd call it "realism," I guess. When an actor is charged with so much emotion in his work and is able to convey it without over-acting, that's something to praise.

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I'm sure I know that look you describe on Dean's face, that disgusted look. When reading this part of your letter, I could see him doing it, so you must have described it well. When I watch the adult Dean acting, I always wait for that subtle, quick scratch. Do you know what I mean? Usually it's his eyebrow that itches him, sometimes his nose. Somehow when I see his scratch, I know everything is all right. I realize I sound a bit like a nut here, but I'm so fond of Dean that I love his little quirks. I think if I ever saw him act when he didn't scratch something, I'd probably think something was wrong. Perhaps I'd better change the subject before I sound like a genuine nut!

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Have you by any chance ever heard from Dean? I ask because no one who's written me has. Personally, I have written Dean half a dozen times at various addresses without any luck. For some time now I have been trying to get in touch with him and ask his permission about starting a fan club for him. All we Dean fans have agreed that we need some means by which we can keep abreast of his career, but the main snag is finding Dean. I'm continuing to try. Right now I have several lines out – if only I can get a bite.

Letter 2:

I agree with you completely in regard to Dean's scope for other characters beyond the neurotic ones. I've read several places about actors and actresses who really suffer prolonged, damaging traumas related to typecasting in neurotic and mercenary roles. Mercedes McCambridge blamed her alcoholism on just such typecasting, as one example. I heard from someone that Bette Davis said that celluloid villains were always the nicest people in Hollywood and now that I consider it, it seems to be so. I think Dean is very together, but all the same it must be very frustrating to see that producers invariably think of him as "the perfect nut" for the part. It is frustrating for any creative person to be confined to one outlet of expression.

"The Happy Years" is one Dean movie I haven't seen, but I'd really love to, especially now after you've described the scene in the classroom. I agree about his flair for comedy, though, in what I have seen of him. What bothers me most about Dean's dissatisfaction is that he just might give up acting, if only temporarily, if producers continue to see him as the perfect nut. This is a secret opinion, never before revealed to another soul, Claire, but have you noticed Dean's lack of enthusiasm for his most recent roles? In particular, that "Police Surgeon" segment, you'll recall, wherein Dean played a prosecuting attorney who was kidnapped in exchange for the mobster he was trying to convict. Dean's fire just wasn't burning very much in that part, unless it was my imagination. Was it? I thought it very refreshing that he played a Good Guy for a change, but something seemed wrong somehow. I don't know if you get "Orson Welles Great Mysteries" there, since we get it here through Canada and it is a British-made series, but Dean was fantastic in that. He had another Good Guy part, as an innocent fellow accused of murdering his girlfriend's husband. What, by the way, do you think of Dean's "ponytail?" I think that I'd love to see his hair let down long -- I'm very curious how he'd look if he "let his hair down." I like long hair on men, anyway, so long as it's not ridiculously long, but in a broader sense Dean's endears me to him more because of its obvious symbolism. Dean is unique, an odd mixture of flashiness and seclusion, a mystery. Someone called him a "male Greta Garbo" and in a way it befits him. I see him as very real, don't you? As a person one could talk to, though I'd probably be terrified to speak to him, I must admit. However, I'd love the chance to be terrified.

"Compulsion," which you mention for its fainting and rape scenes, is one of my favorite Dean films, although I feel like a traitor for saying that, since this movie was the most responsible for his typecasting, it seems. So much was left out of "Compulsion," probably because of the time it was made, but the homosexual relationship, the sado-masochism between Artie and Judd, the helplessness under Judd's superior attitudes. . . so much was trimmed and altered or left out entirely from the book, but Dean put back every word with his eyes, with his gestures, with those melting looks, the never-quite-smiles. For that reason "Compulsion" is one of my favorite films, because never did Dean say so much by saying nothing.

I think my favorite movie from Dean's childhood is "Home Sweet Homicide," so far, but I haven't had the opportunity to see them all. Dean was precious in HSH, don't you think?

Did I tell you last letter about reading how Dean worked as a field laborer in Mexico when he quit acting in his middle teens? I meant to if I didn't. Had you ever read about that?

Letter 3:

Protocol would have me first apologize for the small delay in replying this time and secondly thank you kindly for the adorable pix you copied of Dean for me -- but I know you will forgive me for being rude this time, since I have some fantastic news that just came today. First, I heard from Dean!!! Second, he wrote personally! And thirdly but not leastly, he actually authorized ME to start a FAN CLUB for HIM. Can you believe it? I am so excited that I have scarcely touched the ground all day, as you can imagine. I am absolutely thrilled! He wrote that he has never even felt inclined to endorse a fan club before this, "in all my years," as he phrased it, but recently he has had a change of heart and feels he should "involve" himself in the "give and take" between himself "and those who admire and enjoy my work." He writes a very intelligent letter, needless to say -- and he has told me to go ahead and conduct the club any way I choose and that he will cooperate as much as possible. I repeat, can you believe it? He said I should notify him of receiving this letter and he will write more and contribute information, which of course I did immediately.

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As for the fan club we'll be putting together, we will have to start out on a small scale and build through publicity. Of course, you and the other Dean fans who write to me are automatically members, which goes without saying, but we really do need the publicity to reach the masses of Stockwell fans. Have you any suggestions? Any help you can offer would be very much appreciated. I plan to order some printed ads to send here and there and of course I will try Rona -- I have the National Fan Club organization address somewhere -- they print ads, too. Right now I'm so excited that I feel like going door-to-door!

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No, I didn't get the Albuquerque interview from Richard. I received it from a very nice woman by the name of Olive White who lives in Albuquerque. She just happened upon my letter in Rona's mag and sent me the available material from the newspaper. We now correspond – she's very nice. Yes, I thought too that it sounded just like Dean to say "a bit of fluff." He has a really unique way of writing and speaking as himself, in my opinion, because he sounds very intelligent and yet very -- "free." If you know what I mean. That's a combination one doesn't find every day.

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Dean mentioned in his letter that he has just returned from eight weeks location filming in the Phillipine Islands, but he didn't go into detail about it. I asked, of course, and I'll pass that information along to you as soon as he responds again.

I agree with you about that "Police Surgeon" episode Dean guested on. Like you, I feel he just didn't try to get into the part. I'm not sure I understand why an actor would accept a part that he wouldn't really give his best to, expecially when the actor is as gifted as Dean. (Only Dean is as gifted as Dean, come to think of it.) Perhaps it was a question of timing or maybe he was sick or something like that. I know

Dean is a veteran, though, and a trooper, and I'm convinced he could sing and dance with a 104 degree temperature if he wanted to -- I guess, in conclusion, the only thing that makes sense is that Dean didn't want to do the show and yet for some reason or another was obligated to. Perhaps he and the director were at each other's throats two minutes after they were introduced. Any speculations from you? I think I've run out of possibilities.

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On the question of Dean's ponytail, all I know is that he apparently had it still in March, during his Albuquerque run. The profile long-shot I received shows it clearly, but the photo was definitely inferior for copying material. I would assume he still wears it, probably lets his hair down at home. I think it's very becoming, don't you?

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About your questions on Dean's marriage [to Millie Perkins], I have no facts, only gossip I've been collecting. I don't know how they met but the implication seems to be that it was through Fox, where both were under contract. They supposedly secretly married on a hiatus together and didn't reveal it til they had to -- they opened a bowling alley together -- how's that for a weird fact? Millie retired from her acting career and refused to fulfill her contract to Fox, which caused her several hassles. The general gossip is that Dean said one actor in the family was enough, what with the nomad's life actors lead and all the separations they might face, so Millie gladly retired, wanting only to be his wife. She followed him everywhere and they faithfully shunned photographers and refused to grant interviews. Naturally, Dean was blamed for making Millie "aloof" since he always had that "aloof" reputation. She married him in her heyday, career-wise, I would assume. In any case, I have a small clipping about Millie's reaction to the divorce which heavily insinuates Dean divorced her, and that she was heartbroken about it for awhile. She pulled herself together, one reporter observed, and was determined to "make a comeback" in films. A footnote to this, though, was that she was blackballed for her behavior during her marriage to Dean.

Letter 4:

As far as Dean's side of the club goes, he's still in there supporting and contributing his best. He said that he has no intention of withdrawing his support (I had feared that he might, since it took him so many years to agree to a fan club). He's sent me quite a bit of information, but more on that in a moment.

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The fact of the matter is, Dean has established personal communication with me and I am the only one he has entrusted with his home address and telephone number. In a way I am naturally very honored and in another way, I feel very MEAN indeed having this privilege when you and others love Dean as much as I do. But I'm sure you understand that I can't break Dean's trust because he has really given of himself a great deal to go this far. He told me that he intends to get a post office box number in his home (the city in which he lives, I mean -- Topanga) for the fan club members to use, if they'd care to write.

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Dean sent me a monstrous, fat collection of papers -- his biography, a copy of which should be sent to each member. It's several pages long and would cost a fortune for me to copy, just for a few members. Now I'm holding off having it copied myself, as I'd like to know if you could have it copied free of charge?

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I have constructed a newsletter about Dean's doings which I am getting copied immediately to be sent to the members of the club.

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I have spoken to Dean twice and he is really wonderful, Claire! He is very kind and very natural. Naturally he is very intelligent and has an amazing kaleidoscope of interests. What impressed me singularly about Dean from the phone conversations is that he is very real, very easy. He gives one a very calm, happy feeling about things. My biggest thrill happened when Dean went off in a verbal fantasy, when talking about his hottest new interest, a martial arts form called arnis. He started to act, heatedly talking about this martial art. A performance for me alone. I smiled for days afterward!

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I agree with you, I would like the club to be unique and mature, a true reflection of Dean's greatness. I certainly would not want the club to be teenybopperish, as you say, or in any way an embarrassment to Dean.

#stockwell sassies

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shewhowasbornlucky · 6 years ago

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Drifting

My entry for the first day of the Fire Family Week.

I hope you enjoy this! i promise I didn’t intend to write angst, it simply happened, rip.

@idonthatemaiko

“You’ll marry again,” said Princess Kumiko, lying still on her bed. Her husband took her trembling hand, and covered it in small kisses that reminded her of a butterfly’s touch. She was going to miss the spring so, so much. “Lu Ten needs a mother”, she grasped for breath. Keeping her eyes open had never been this hard.

Kumiko was only grateful she could not see Iroh’s tears. Farewells were hard on themselves; she needed not to see her own pain mirrored in the man she came to love.

The sun was setting.

She wished she could have been a better firebender. She wishef her flame had been as bright as her husband’s. She wished Iroh had felt the kind of warmth that overcame her whenever he was near –the kind of warmth that she yearned for when he was away. She wished she had been a better fighter, and that she had fought harder – she wished she didn’t have to die.

They should have had more time.

“He already has you,” he whispered back, trying and failing to keep his voice as stoic as that of a General. He was wearing a mask, through it was drifting with every passing moment. He could pretend all he wanted, but she knew him like the palm of her hand. Like her very soul. “There’s no need –“ he choked, and furrowed his brows. He was trying and failing, and Kumiko hated to see him in such a way. A small puff of fire escaped his mouth, and she wanted to capture the picture – how powerful and alive her husband is – to keep it always on her memory. “He already has you,” he said, and it resembles a caress.

Kumiko wished – but there was nothing left for her to do. She had no strength left, yet she tried to give his hand a squeeze. She was trying and failing. The princess was cold as ice, no matter how hard Iroh was trying to warm her up. “You will be alright,” he promised. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

She could almost believe him, for the way his voice was carrying the words. For the way his eyes gleamed with flames. She could almost believe him, and she pretended she did. Kumiko could not stand to disappoint her husband anymore. Perhaps his pain would be bearable if he thought that she parted painlessly – that she went as softly as she came. Tranquil. Fearless. Full of life. But Kumiko was in so much pain she felt herself drifting to unconsciousness, so she spoke and made sure to lock her eyes with his, for a last time. For old time’s sake. For the tranquility of her soul.

“My prince…” she called, and she made an attempt at caressing his face. He didn’t flinch. She felt the roughness of his bread, and could almost feel tears burning at her eyes. Fate and time were cruel jokesters, and she wanted nothing but to see them both burn. “I’m so, so sorry.”

She sounded so ashamed and so frustrated and oh so broken Iroh wanted to throw up. No, no, no. His wife could not possibly be serious. The sages had predicted she would live a long life! That she would make a fair Fire Lady, and she would always be by his side. An heir – only an heir would be born from her womb, but that was more than enough if Iroh had her. More than enough.

He was trying and failing to keep his mask from falling. Trying and failing to be the man she married – a courageous General and a witty prince – but he was afraid. Afraid their time has ended. Afraid there is nothing left to do. Afraid he was going to miss her with his very soul. So he hid his face on her hands, and warmed them with his tears. If princess Kumiko had any complaints – if she could still feel them – she said nothing.

“Take care of him. Please.”

He seemed taken aback at the very suggestion that he would not do that on his own accord. “You need not to ask me such a thing, Princess Kumiko. Your son is my very sun.”

She tried and failed to smile in a reassuring fashion, so she kissed his hands – and it resembled a ghost. “Do not… Please don’t allow him on the batterfield. Please.”

Iroh could not answer. He knew in the depths of his heart that he could not keep a prince from his royal duties – that he himself did not want the horrors of war to fall on his young, careless, loving child. Iroh tried and failed to find his voice, so Princess Kumiko pushed back just as vehemently. “Promise me, my prince. Promise me you won’t allow any harm to fall on him.”

A promise is a promise as long as there is life, Iroh remembered it being one of his father’s favorite quotes. The thought came to him as a block of ice.

“I promise you, my dear.” Words burned his tongue, and he kept his eyes tightly shut. He never could lie to her face, and she knew it.

Princess Kumiko trembled with a sob that was muffled, and Iroh left a dozen kisses on her cold, icy hands. “Do not cry for me, Iroh. I forbid you to shed a single tear on my name.”

“I wish we had more time.”

“We will,” she said, sounding like a promise, “someday.”

He tried and failed to believe her, but he gave her tiny hand a tight squeeze, and nodded anyway. “Anything I can do to make your passing more… bearable?”

“I can’t stand the cold. Please, make it go away. Make it—“ but she never got to speak again, and Iroh knew as soon as her hand fell from his face that she was not to wake up. Not a single word was spoken as the princess laid there, in a deep slumber. She did not tremble anymore, for Iroh made sure that the fire burned at all hours and that her bed was warm.

Servants and doctors came and go as they pleased, but Iroh never spared them a second glance. Lu Ten cried and hugged his father, and the Crown Prince wished he had the strength to hug him back just as tight. Fire Lady Ilah came the second day, alongside Ozai.

“Her suffering will end,” she promised him. Iroh knew that to be true, yet could not help but wish his could see a finish, too.

“It is all for the best,” his little brother said – and he didn’t say much, really. Iroh knew that for all of Ozai’s resentfulness he loved him, and hated himself for it. Those words were as close as a condolence Ozai would offer; still Iroh couldn’t find the strength to reply – to keep his eyes from the woman he loved with his life. “You’re not alone.” Iroh could only nod.

Princess Kumiko fought death with her claws and teeth two more days. She drifted away to her eternal sleep on the morning of the third day, as the sun was coming out of his hiding place in the mountains.

Fifteen years later Lu Ten was riding alongside his father, eager eyes as bright as the sun. A battalion rode behind them, singing aloud a song about their latest conquest. An hymn that was composed in honor of the Dragon of the West.

“Promise me we’ll see each other at the other side, Father,” Lu Ten said, and he kept his eyes locked on his father’s frame.

Iroh knew a promise was a promise as long as there was life, and there was never a reason not to think his beautiful boy wouldn't live a long and happy one so he answered with fire in his voice and hope in his heart: “I promise you, my loyal son.”

“Take care, General.”

“You as well, soldier.”

Lu Ten smiled at him that soft smile of his, and he made a reverence.

“Little soldier boy, comes marching home,” the young prince sang under his breath, and his ostrich horse followed his lead.

Prince Lu Ten disappeared with the sun and a singing troop. Iroh followed his frame until the shadows swallowed him, “Until the end of the war.”

A promise is a promise as long as there is life, and a life was lost at the gigantic walls of Ba Sing Se. An entire troop fell to its doom in the harsh depths of the earth, trapped and breathless – not a sun ray to lull them softly to their end. There was a song, though, as Lu Ten felt himself drifting to a kingdom never known before; fearful, and trembling, and shaking with the utter desperation of a fallen man –a song about a soldier that was coming home – a mocking of the destiny that was taken from him; a reminder of his life, or absence of it.

#uncle iroh #lu ten #atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar fanfiction

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cherry-doesnt-draw · 5 years ago

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A Happy Future

Happy birthday to our favorite broccoli boi! Take this fic with you on your quest :)

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"Momm!" Izuku groaned, his face red from embarrassment as his friends huddled around Inko in the dorm living room. "Stop showing them those pictures! It's embarrassing!"

He was ignored though, as his mother pointed out another baby picture from the photo album she brought along. "And this was the time Izuku made his first drawing! It was such a mess and it took a long time to clean up," Inko said with a soft smile.

The picture had a young Izuku, maybe four or three, surrounded by colour pencils with his tongue stuck out as he drew something with the utmost concentration a child could muster. There were other loose papers scattered about, some crumpled and others torn.

"Aww! Baby Izuku is soooo cute!!" Uraraka exclaimed, gushing about the small Izuku with the other girls.

"You haven't even seen the bathing pictures yet! Now those are the definition of cute," Inko added with a teasing tone.

"Mom no!" Izuku shouted, his face red with shame. "I'm going to train!" He yelled as he speed-walked away from them and towards the elevator.

"By the way dud-," Kirishima appeared next to Izuku, receiving a screech of surprise from the green-haired boy.

"Ow ow ow! My poor eardrums," Kirishima muttered, covering his ears. "Guess I deserve it though, for scaring you."

"Ah! I'm sorry, Kirishima! Y-yeah, I guess you did surprise me but sorry for hurting your ears!"

"Don't sweat it dude!" Kirishima gave a thumbs up and grinned. Izuku smiled awkwardly. They both entered the elevator and Izuku pressed a button.

"Anyways, you were going to ask me something?"

"Oh yeah! I was going to ask why your mom's here. It just seems a bit odd."

Izuku shrugged, pursing his lips. "I'm not sure either. She got permission from Aizawa-sensei though. It might be something important like a meeting?"

Kirishima nodded. The elevator chimed as they reached the ground floor. "Oh, I see. Though, I gotta ask, I wonder how a meeting means bringing a photo album of your baby pictures to show off to your friends?" Kirishima smirked.

Izuku sighed. "Don't remind me, please." Kirishima laughed. Izuku playfully glared at the red-haired boy. "You're just enjoying my suffering, aren't you?"

"Well I mean, should I not?" Kirishima put his arm around Izuku's shoulder as they headed toward one of the UA training facilities. Izuku fake-scowled and Kirishima laughed loudly. The two boys continued to laugh and joke around as they entered the facility.

A distant FUCKING DIE could be heard followed by a series of explosions and a high-pitched scream and zapping sounds.

"Looks like Kaminari and Kacchan are at it," Izuku muttered. Kirishima nodded, wincing slightly when seeing Kaminari's clothes burnt in some areas.

"Midoriya-kun! Kirishima-kun! How nice of you two to join us!" Iida's voice grew louder as he zoomed closer with his quirk before coming to a halt right in front of them.

"Yo, Iida! Speeding around as usual, I see," Kirishima greeted. Izuku simply gave a hello.

"But of course, Kirishima-kun! I must keep in shape in order to use my quirk to the best of my abilities!" Iida said while hand-chopping the air.

As Kirishima and Iida conversed, Izuku headed towards the changing rooms to put on some sportswear. After that, he immediately began stretching and doing some laps. He was soon joined by Iida and Kirishima (and it somehow became a race, Izuku's not sure how. Iida won though).

He practiced his quirk for a while and sparred with a Class B student who was also there. He spent roughly two hours training with breaks in between.

Back in the changing room, he wiped the sweat off his face, making small talk with Iida.

"By the way, Midoriya-kun," Iida started, as he drank orange juice from the juice box. "I'm heading to the mall afterwards to buy some new shoes and tailored pants. Uraraka-san and Todoroki-kun already agreed to come with. Would you like to join?"

Izuku paused for a second. Well, he had nothing else to do for the rest of the day, so maybe it'll be alright? Though he can't help but feel as though he forgot something. It's probably nothing, though.

"Sure, Iida. Plus it's a good way to kill time, and I could probably also buy some new shirts as well, a lot of people had been saying I need more variety of clothes, and I don't want to bother mom since she's with the others, and maybe I could buy lunch there? But I have to be careful not to break my diet and-" Izuku's voice grew softer as he began mumbling.

"That's great then!" Iida interrupted, far too used to this happening. "We shall leave in the next twenty minutes or so! Make sure to be on time!" And with that, Iida left.

*****

"Are you sure, Midoriya?"

"Yes, I'm sure Todoroki! I would know if All Might was my dad!"

Todoroki gave him a blank, yet a determined look. "You do know I can make a list of every reason why you two are father and son AND as to why you didn't know."

Izuku groaned and laughed. "What's with you and conspiracy theories, Todoroki?"

"It's not a conspiracy theory if it's the truth, now is it?"

The two continued to bicker as they waited for their meals to arrive.

The Dekusquad ("Uraraka we are not calling this the Dekusquad-" "We are and you can't change my mind!") had arrived at the large mall. Even though Iida took charge, there were a few setbacks.

From distractions of silly action figures and merchandise ("they're not silly they're genuine All Might products, Iida! Plus, they're 20% off today!" "Midoriya-kun, PLEASE.") to minor fire hazards ("Todoroki, you can't burn a building just 'cause they're selling Endeavor merchandise!" "I beg to differ, Uraraka.") It was certainly a hectic time.

Iida and Uraraka said they had to buy a few more things by themselves. Iida quickly assigned the remaining two to order food for them for the time being. Which leads to now. While waiting for the ordered meals, Todoroki decided to share his lovely theories of his classmates.

"I'm just saying, Midoriya, Aizawa-sensei seems awfully interested in training Shinsou. Not to mention the similar sleeping patterns. Coincidence? I don't think so."

"Oh my god, Todoroki," Izuku huffed, smiling slightly. "Now you're dragging our teacher into this. What's next? Uraraka is an alien from outer-space trying to blend in as a human?"

"It's completely possible and we both know it."

Izuku laughed. "Why do you… sound so serious… saying.. that?!" Izuku wheezed through breaths. Todoroki shrugged.

"We're baccck~!" Uraraka called in a singsong voice. She skipped towards the two with Iida following right after. Uraraka slid into the seat next to Izuku, and Iida by Todoroki. She had a different plain bag with her (as did Iida) filled with something. Izuku tried to peek in the bag.

Gift wrapping?? What was Uraraka going to use that for? Perhaps she has a relative whose birthday is coming up.

The feeling of forgetfulness returned, but Izuku still wasn't sure what he had forgotten.

However, he cast that aside as he was served a bowl of hot and delicious katsudon. Todoroki slurped his cold soba with a passion, and Iida had beef stew (Uraraka also settled for this as well).

The four conversed as they ate, with Iida's input every now and then of No speaking while chewing!

Izuku checked the time on his phone. The four had finished and paid for their meals and were now wandering the mall for the time being.

"Ah, it's 5:30pm. Maybe we should head back?" Izuku suggested. A flash of panic seem to pass through the other three. How odd.

"Y-yeah Deku! But there's one more thing I want us to do before we go back to the dorms!" Uraraka stuttered.

"O… okay?" Izuku responded, a bit confused.

"B-but let's pass by UA first! So we can drop off our stuff! I'll text Tsuyu-chan to meet us there!" Uraraka added, pulling out her phone. She seemed to send a quick message.

"I still don't understand but… okay?"

"Great! Let's go!"

*****

"-and they were roommates!" Uraraka said dramatically.

"Oh my god, they were roommates!" Iida gasped.

Laughter passed through the group as they all walked side by side to UA's entrance. Tsuyu and Sero waved to them.

"Yo dudes! Had fun at the mall?" Sero asked as they got closer.

Izuku nodded, smiling from ear to ear. "It really was! I kinda wished we have more days like these." Sero's smile widened a bit.

The Dekusquad then gave all their bags to Sero and Tsuyu. They chatted a bit with the two before the tapeman and frog-humanoid went back to the dorms.

"So," Todoroki drawled, "where are we heading next, Uraraka?"

Uraraka gave Todoroki a slight look of betrayal. "U-um, well you see…" Uraraka smiled awkwardly and fidgeted. "I was hoping we could, uh, visit t-the, um, the beach??"

Izuku raised an eyebrow at her.

"I was hoping we could s-see the sunset! Yeah!" She said nervously.

Iida snorted and covered it up with a cough. Uraraka glared at him. Todoroki simply observed.

"Sounds cool to me," Todoroki finally added. Iida nodded with approval and Izuku grinned and gave a thumbs up.

Uraraka beamed. "Then let's hurry before it starts to get dark!"

She marched on ahead and the others followed.

"I know a really good beach! It used to be a dump but someone cleaned it up! It's really beautiful!"

Izuku swelled up with pride. Had he not been in front of his friends, he would've cried, knowing people appreciated what he did.

Iida hummed. "Are you speaking of Dagobah Municipal Beach? It is indeed beautiful. I've seen it when passing by."

"I haven't seen it," Todoroki spoke up. "I didn't really used to go out a lot so I guess I wouldn't know."

"Well, I've been there many times, since my home was close by," Izuku joined. "I still go there. It's relaxing."

The four continue to chat as they approached the beach. Just in time too.

The water glistened, reflecting the rays of the sun. The sky seemed to burst in an array of colours of orange and pink and blue and red, extending past the horizon. The illusion of the sun moving downwards into the sea that was ready to swallow it whole was like a beautiful display of artwork. The sky then flickered into darkness.

"Woah.." Todoroki muttered, gaping. Uraraka grinned widely.

Izuku smiled slightly. "It's one of those things you won't really see anywhere else."

"Very impressive, indeed," Iida said, adjusting his glasses.

The four stood in silence as the last remaining colours drained from the sky. They spoke softly with each other as they returned back to UA. Iida sent a text on the group chat that they were returning.

As they approached the dorms, Todoroki sighed. "I really can't believe you forgot, Midoriya."

Izuku blanched. "So I was forgetting something..?"

Todoroki nodded and Uraraka huffed.

So now Izuku was worried. Was it something important? But then why did they wait to the end of the day? Maybe they were expecting him to remember but he didn't for a whole day. Oh god, were they angry at him? Maybe he should apologize? But then that might make it worse and they might get angrier and it could all go so wrong-

"SURPRISE!!"

Izuku shrieked. Had he walked in without realizing?

The room was colourfully decorated with streamers and balloons. Izuku looked around questionly. The feeling of forgetfulness returned.

His mother walked up to him with a watery smile. "Happy Birthday, Izuku."

And then it clicked.

"How did I manage to forget my own BIRTHDAY??!!!"

Iida shrugged, shifting his glasses. "While it certainly helpful for us to plan this party, it was a bit hilarious seeing you trying to piece things together sometimes."

Izuku sighed. "Still, how does one forget their own birthday! The signs were there!"

"Plot convenience?" Kaminari suggested, to which Sero hushed him, as if it was a big secret.

Ashido joined in. "Well, that was then! This is NOW! And I believe it's time to PAR-TAY!!" She whooped.

"Until 10 minutes before curfew hours of course, so we can clean up," Iida added. It was questionable to say whether the rest heard, as they had joined Ashido in whooping.

Izuku was dragged about the dorms but has the time of his life. From playing board games ("I am never playing Monopoly ever again.") To the classic truth or dare ( Izuku was having a major conflict. He was dared to kiss the cutest person in the room but he couldn't decide because everyone was cute!) There never seemed to be a dull moment.

Izuku sat on the ground, watching with amusement as his friends played the hell-spawned game: Twister.

"Left foot, blue," he said, a chuckle following as he watched Mineta completely and utterly struggle, while yelling I'M AT A DISADVANTAGE HERE (the small boy is surprisingly competitive) and Jirou yelling back to SUCK IT UP, LOSER. (In the end, no one won as they all topple over each other).

"Izuku!" His mother called. He turned around to see Katsuki holding a chocolate cake (begrudgingly) and setting it down on a table. Inko lit the candles.

"Happy Birthday, nerd," Katsuki said, glaring at the boy (he was getting a lot of mixed signals. Was Kacchan being nice, or planning his execution for being dragged into doing this?).

"Kacchan," Izuku's eyes widened.

Katsuki tched and stomped away. This was somehow good enough for Izuku, as he smiled at the leaving boy.

Inko beckoned her son to sit at the table in front of the cake. Izuku stood up and went over to his mother.

"Look at you, you're all grown up now," Inko sniffed and smiled, wiping a tear from her eye. "Soon you'll be saving so many people, just like you always wanted. I'm so happy for you, Izuku!" Inko held his hand. "Just know that I'll always support you, no matter what! But I better not get anymore calls that you're breaking bones again!"

Izuku smiled, chuckling. "You don't have to worry mom. I'll make sure I don't break anything as much as possible."

Inko smiled. "I'll take your word for it. Now sit! You need to blow out the candles!" Inko ushered Izuku to sit.

His classmates surrounded him and began singing Happy Birthday to him, though at various pitches, so the song sounded like a mess.

"Make your wish!"

"Hurry hurry! I want a slice of cake already!"

"Stop rushing him Jammingway. I'm still surprised you haven't accidentally fried your brain when we played Scrabble!"

"Hey! I'm not that bad! I don't work good under pressure!"

Like little kids, they ushered the birthday boy to make his wish. Izuku thought for a moment on what he wanted to wish for.

He never really had these kind of birthday parties growing up. The last time he had one with other people was when he was four. After that, people rejected his invites and he would just spend the day hanging out with his mom.

But now, he has friends (that alone is almost enough to bring him to tears), classmates who actually want to get to know about him and hang out with him.

Izuku closed his eyes and blew out the candles.

His friends cheered and joked around and the cake was cut.

"What did you wish for, kero?" Tsuyu asked Izuku, holding her slice of cake.

Izuku grinned, "Well, that's a secret!"

Everyone munched on their cake and had an enjoyable time. There were nice, long conversations, embarrassing stories ("MOM!" "Oh Izuku, I just couldn't resist."), and other simple yet fun games.

Even so, everything must come to an end. Inko soon left and the students had to clean up and get ready to go to bed by curfew.

Izuku looked at his friends, who chatted quietly yet actively. The happy smiles on their faces made him feel warm inside. He thought back to what he wished for.

I wish for more happy moments like these. Hanging out with my friends, sparring together and becoming heroes together. Yeah, I wish for a happy future with everyone.

Izuku smiled. This will do just fine.

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Happy Birthday Izuku :')

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spacymuses · 5 years ago

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♦ gimme the disney aus (visits or them suffering as cast members)

ohohoHOHOHOHO–

Gonna cut this one because you know it’s gonna be a long post.

Luca

Being from an established showbiz family in Los Angeles that was definitely well-off enough to afford annual passes, Luca visited Disneyland a lot as a child. By the time he was born, his oldest brother was old enough to take them on his own, so he usually just went with his siblings. It wasn’t really fun for him for a while–his brothers kind of were annoyed at having to drag this much younger kid around when all they wanted to do was go ride all the big thrill rides he was too small for.

Things got better after his little sister Anna started coming with them. The older kids could go on all the roller coasters, and Luca could just take Anna on the tea cups or the Winnie the Pooh ride or whatever.

Up until the point where Anna was old enough for the thrill rides, and then she absolutely just wanted to ride the thrill rides.

Walt Disney would’ve been Luca’s hero though. Commercializing whimsy and nostalgia to such an extent that your company is basically synonymous with American childhood? Life goals.

His favorite Disney Parks food were the Mickey beignets at the Mint Julep Bar.

Aki

AKI STOLE BUZZY. IT WAS HER.

Really it’s kind of hard to imagine Aki going to any Disney Park though. She’s not going to ride any rides, and though crowds means good pick-pocketing if she were still in the thief life, her MO was more corporations and art galleries and not families on vacation.

She’d love the food though. I can see her hanging out at, like, Disney Springs/Downtown Disney and just chilling out with a cupcake and a coffee to people-watch.

Her favorite Disney Parks food would be the salted caramel cupcake from Karamell Kuche in Epcot or the rose cupcake from Boardwalk Bakery.

Lucius

It him

Does he hate theme parks? Yes. Is he the parent of a tiny child? Yes. He’s going at least once.

Realistically though it probably would just be like, once. Celia is an extremely anxious little kid and gets stressed out and scared in crowds, so theme parks are difficult for her. And then she’d get more stressed out because she definitely wanted to go to Disney World, but feels bad for not having a great time. Lucius is very good at telling when maybe she just needs a little downtime at the resort.

Letting Celia ride on his shoulders also helps calm her down when she’s upset, and she loves getting (what a five year old would consider) a birds’ eye view of the park as they walk around.

You know what always works though? A ride on Spaceship Earth. Let me and my kid take a nap in an air-conditioned room for 15 minutes while Judy Dench tells us about history. We’ll be ready for Soarin’ in no time.

Lucius taking Celia to the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique! She went with the Elsa makeover, Elsa is her favorite.

His favorite Disney Parks food would be the Citrus Swirl at Sunshine Tree Terrace in Epcot.

Ciro

He loves ALL the thrill rides, but Rock ‘n Rollercoaster is his SHIT. He does a pretty solid impression of the Steve Tyler countdown before the coaster launches in the beginning, and yes, he will repeat it every time. Along with that “HELLO HOLLYWOOD”

Doesn’t really do the fireworks shows or parades. More people watching them means less people in the line for Space Mountain so he can ride it for the third time today.

Has actually been to a bunch of the international parks, usually just if he was in the country on business anyway and happened to have a day or two off. The only one he hasn’t made it out to at least once is Disneyland Paris. He REALLY would’ve liked the Iron Man Experience in HK Disneyland.

His favorite Disney Parks food is the turkey leg because it is a BIG MEAT and he is gonna EAT IT.

Kira

Has not been to a Disney park and probably never will. Her family did like, ski trips and horseriding and other Rich English Kid Stuff for their fun summer holidays, theme parks were not the Isherwoods’ scene.

If she did go you would probably catch her chatting up ladies at a poolside bar at one of the resorts, most likely trying to impress them with random facts about the park that she found on Wikipedia 25 minutes ago.

Her favorite Disney Parks food would be the Maine lobster at Victoria & Albert’s.

Reema

REEMA AS A CAST MEMBER THOUGH.

I googled the Disney cast member auditions’ page to get a better idea of what they might be doing, and came across one for Star Wars face characters that said in the middle of an otherwise very businesslike audition sheet, “You must be able to reproduce an imperial march with a cadenced approach.” That’s admittedly not Reema, but that line made me laugh a lot for some reason, so please imagine Reema getting cast as a Storm Trooper and doing their level best to do a military-style march with no added dramatic flourish.

No but really they’d hate being a Storm Trooper, let them be in one of the full-body costumes so they can embrace their talent for hyper-exaggerated movement. They’d do well in pretty much any of them, but I could especially see maybe Joy, Dale, or Tigger. Honestly, I could see them doing pretty damn well as Mickey or Minnie Mouse.

Their family lives in Miami so they’re close enough to visit the park every now and again. Their mom asks “hey are u my child” to every mascot character she comes across until she finds Reema.

Their favorite Parks food is the churros

Claudia

Honestly the Parks in general would just blow her away. So many people, so much to see, so much packed into literally every corner. She would end up spending a good hour or so just browsing around Main Street, wandering through every single shop, and taking in the atmosphere. Something new distracts her every second. Don’t let her out of your sight or you’re gonna lose her.

Claudia wants to do everything. Country Bear Jamboree? Let’s go. Carousel of Progress? We’re already in line. The 360-degree O Canada show in Epcot? Sign her the fuck up. It would actually kind of overwhelm her because everywhere she looks there’s more to see and do and literally no way of doing it all on one trip.

Please imagine her riding the Prince Charming Carrousel with the most Stoic Expression.

She’s gonna listen to Sonny Eclipse’s entire set.

She is okay on the thrill rides but doesn’t enjoy them as much as the slower dark rides and things like It’s a Small World. Haunted Mansion is weird for her, she already has 999 Happy Haunts inside her sword so these others are just overkill.

Her favorite Parks food are the hot dogs at Casey’s. And Dole Whip. And popcorn. And turkey legs. And the Grey Stuff cupcakes at Be Our Guest. And churros. And the Cheshire Cat tails. And the Mickey-shaped ice cream bars. And the Mickey-shaped pretzels. And the Mickey-shaped rice krispie treats. And the Mickey-shaped cake pops. And the Mickey-shaped candy apples. And the Minnie-shaped candy apples. And funnel cake. And the school bread in Epcot. And the caramel corn in Epcot. And the corn dogs. And the kitchen sink sundae. And--yeah you know what literally everything is Claudia’s favorite please just let her stop at all the snack stands.

#stahl konigin #[headcanons] canons from my head

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whimsicalworldofme · 7 years ago

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In Five Years Time

A little over five years have passed since the end of the war and Poe and Ava’s rescue of Ben from the Republic prison, and life is good.

(This is it guys. The final chapter. It’s more of an epilogue really. Anyway...thank you for reading my story! It’s been really fun the last two months, posting things and seeing your reactions in real time. I’m glad we’ve shared this adventure together!)

Word Count: 1977

Content Warnings: None

As the warmth of Spring washed over Paxis, the residents of the city of Organasville turned their attention to their fields. Temmin had managed to build an increasingly successful farm which started to employ more and more residents as the size of the fields grew. It wasn’t easy work, but everyone saw it as work worth doing. Snap Farms fed the entire city most of their fruits and vegetables. And he’d expanded to dairy animals and meat birds, though never Porgs, which had become popular pets among the children. Chewie’s flock of them which had snuck back from Achtoo had started to become a problem but the children on base loved them and kept them as pets. That too had in turn become a big business for the people of Paxis.

Ava’s family hadn’t escaped the Porg obsessions. All of the Dameron children had one, except for Poe and Ben, who at only two months old, had no need for pets. Poe had been right that they would fill their house with kids. Seven months after they rescued Ben, they’d welcomed little Kes into the family. He was Poe’s son through and through, from his vibrant brown eyes and cocky smile, to his risk taking and limitless affection. A little over a year later they had Rora, quiet and gentle like Ava but commanding and firm. And then the second set of twins, boys this time. Both Poe and Ben had had their reservations, giving the twins their names, but in the end, Ava won with the argument that since she’d suffered the excruciating pain of bringing them into the world, she was going to pick their names. It was hard to tell the littlest boys’ personalities yet. They were both clever, that was for certain, and quiet, which was welcome. Rora had been quiet too, which was a very nice balance to the riotous, raucous ways of their eldest siblings.

That afternoon, Ava was planting their family garden. Temmin plowed the patch in their backyard for it each year when he plowed his own fields and it had been sitting for a few days just waiting. The problem was wrangling the children to help. Kes didn’t want to wear shoes. Rora cried because she didn’t want her Porg, Sir Screech, to be left out even though Ava explained to her red-faced child that Sir Screech would eat the seeds and therefore couldn’t come. Leia and Shara had opted to spend the day working with Poe, Ben, and Luke in their workshop. They had named it Dameron, Solo, and Son, and their reputation had spread through the Republic as being the best place to get speeders and light ships. Leia had taken a shine to the business side of things, the negotiations, making sales, while Shara really enjoyed the actual mechanics of building and repairing ships.

“You’re going to have to change the name when the girls are old enough if they decide they want in on the business,” Ava teased Poe.

“So, we’ll change it,” he beamed. “Dameron and Solo Family Ship Builders Has a good ring to it.”

Poe had gone completely grey in the past five years which prompted a lot of good-natured ribbing from both Ben, who wasn’t grey at all, and Snap who had gone grey himself. But Ava liked it and insisted that he shouldn’t dye it even though it was an option he sometimes considered.

“I don’t know,” he had stood in front of their bathroom mirror that morning, brushing at his curls with his fingertips as though looking for any remaining strands of jet colored hair. “You don’t think I look like a geriatric?”

“You aren’t even forty,” Ava slipped her arms around his waist and kissed his cheek. “And grey is very sexy on you.”

That had resulted in a very…physical affirmation of just how sexy she found him, which delayed the whole process of the morning. It wasn’t until after lunch that Ava marched her little troupe of helpers out into the garden to show them how to plant the seeds neatly in their little rows. She’d caved on Kes’ demands to go barefoot but Sir Screech was notably absent, though Rora just sniffled at the injustice.

They had hit a stride about ten minutes in though it was slow going, since her kids had a million questions and felt the need to go slow and lay the seeds individually and just the right way. Kes’ attention was shot though when Finn came over, holding hands with his four year old daughter Hannah, a little girl with her mother’s vibrant brown eyes and her father’s tight curly black hair in three buns running down the middle of her head, and on the other side, toddled his two year old, Lee, who had his broad nose, round cheeks, and brilliant smile.

“Mama Uncle Finn is here!” Kes shouted gleefully, standing up straight and pointing. “Hi Uncle Finn!” He stopped pointing and waved instead. “Hi Hannah! Hi Lee!”

“Kes whatcha doing?” Hannah called back. “Daddy I’m gonna go see Kes.” She stated before letting go of Finn’s hand and running to her favorite friend and catching him up in a hug. They always greeted each other like they’d been apart for years, even though they saw each other pretty much every day.

“We’re planting seeds. I’ll show you how,” Kes took Hannah by the hand and went to the next row with his little packet of seeds and began to instruct her on how to plant like his Mama had said.

“Afternoon, Sis,” Finn kissed her on the cheek when they hugged hello. “Hope you don’t mind a few extra hands. Though I don’t know how much help we’ll be,” he chuckled.

“Well we’ve already had two tantrums and a meltdown this morning,” Ava laughed. “So, nothing can really hinder us much more. And we love having you here. Hi Lee,” she bent down and tickled the little boy’s tummy, making him giggle.

It took another hour and a half to get the whole garden planted and Ava was grateful that it didn’t take any longer because the children’s attention and energy were both vanishing rapidly. Ava insisted that Finn and his kids come inside for a snack before sending them home and sending her own kids up to their rooms for a nap. She checked on the babies, who were under the careful watch of C-3PO. Luke and Ben had come up with a new program update for him to help him pick up on social queues a little better and to understand babies’ needs. Ava still didn’t leave the babies with him long term, just when she had to go outside and couldn’t bring them with, or if she had to run into the city, which had grown up from the original base. Otherwise she had Finn and Rey watch them.

With the kids napping, Ava had time to work on ideas for the next lesson she was going to teach her Jedi students. She and Rey had taken on a few more students in the past few years. There wasn’t any political or social motive for their doing so. They simply agreed that if there were people out there in the galaxy who suddenly found themselves able to connect to the Force and they wanted some guidance, someone should be there to provide it. Six whole families had come in the last two years so that one of their members could learn to control their connection. She’d planned out some exercises and started on dinner by the time the rest of the family arrived home.

BB-8 and R2 zipped right into the living room, alongside Shara and Leia, to join Kes and Rora who were making little cities with building blocks. The babies were in little bassinets where Ava could see them just outside the kitchen.

“Honey we’re home,” Ben snickered, announcing their arrival as he came around the corner from the foyer, followed by Poe and Luke. They smelled of grease and oil and were all utterly filthy. She had gotten used to it though. She enjoyed when her men came home after a long day of working together. They were always so pleased about what they were working on and loved to talk about their most recent projects.

“How is the new speeder coming?” Ava asked, smiling as Ben kissed her on the cheek in greeting. He had changed so drastically for the better in the last five years. It had been countless sleepless nights of staying up with him through the nightmares. Endless days of building his confidence and ensuring him that they wanted him there with them. They assured him regularly that his past was in the past and it seemed now he finally believed it. There were still days when the sorrow hit, when he thought of Han and was torn up with guilt, or Leia and felt a sharp emptiness consuming him. Being surrounded by his family helped.

“We’re trying to increase the max speed on it,” Ben scratched his head and went to the sink for a cup of water as Poe stepped forward, kissing his wife on the lips.

“The engine is meant to go faster but the frame is dragging it back,” Luke added. “We have to find a way to compensate for the weight without losing some of the size and features.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” she assured him, reaching up and ruffling his hair, which prompted him to groan slightly but he smiled. “Why don’t you three go get cleaned up. Rey and Finn are coming with the kids for dinner in about thirty minutes.”

“Uncle Ben,” Rora scuttled into the kitchen and grabbed Ben by the hand and tugged at him to go back towards the living room. “Come play with us. You can put the top on the tower,” she pointed at a high, narrow, teetering stack of blocks. “Please?” She pleaded, pulling his arm.

“All right, sweetheart,” Ben laughed. “I’ll help with your tower but then I need to go wash up.”

“Come on, Uncle Ben!” Kes waved eagerly for him to get over there as he added another block to the top of the tower, watching it teeter slightly.

“Mom can Jaina come over for dinner?” Luke asked, filling and then gulping down a cup of water.

“Of course,” Ava beamed. “You know she’s like family.”

“Pushing,” Poe cautioned under his breath, holding her from behind.

Jaina and Luke had officially begun dating a few years prior and while nineteen was young still, Ava was hoping to add a daughter-in-law permanently to the family in the near future. Luke had a level head on his shoulders and plans for his future. He’d become a fine young man and Ava was excited to see what his future held, unaffected by war.

“I’m going to go shower,” Luke ignored the commentary about his relationship, set his cup in the sink, and hurried upstairs. The little kids kept playing. Ben fulfilled his promise to Rora and completed her tower before ducking into his own room to shower too.

“Twenty years ago, when you asked me to marry you the first time, did you think this would be the end result?” Ava asked, leaning against her husband, enjoying being held in his sturdy arms. He kissed her on the cheek and sighed in contentment.

“No,” he admitted. “I never expected seven kids. Definitely didn’t anticipate Ben. Or having an adopted brother, his wife, and their kids living next door. I don’t know if I ever really expected anything other than war for the rest of my life. I hoped. But this is better than anything I’d hoped for. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Yeah?” Ava turned around, smiling.

“Yeah,” he kissed her happily.

The End

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nah-she-didnt · 4 years ago

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Spirits And Bones, Chapter 3 The Witch

Chapter 3 of Spirits And Bones is up now! Read here on AO3 :)

This story is so fun to write, and so far I haven’t hit a wall story-wise, so let’s hope it keeps going smoothly!

Weeks went by, and soon spring crept at the corners of the earth. The snow began to thaw and new buds peaked through the warming soil. Lily would soon be able to find and harvest the plants her mother showed her a lifetime ago. She would dry Marigolds to treat stings, gather Alexanders for stomach pain, and dig up bramble roots to soothe aches and coughs. Spring had always been her favorite season. She marveled at the way every year the bleak earth was reborn into something unrecognizable once more.

The problem with Spring, Lily soon realized, is that the melting snow gave way for travel once more. One day she received a letter from Petunia who wrote that she planned to visit as soon as the roads dried enough for her carriage to move across them once more. Petunia did not include in the letter the true meaning for her visit, which Lily suspected was to check up on her progress as a wife.

The carriage arrived a few days later, and a stout horseman leapt down from his perch above the carriage to open the door. Petunia stepped clumsily down from the carriage, grimacing as she steadied herself upon the horseman’s arm. Lily knew that touching such a lowly servant probably pained her sister. She smirked. Petunia should have thought of that before she had chosen such a gaudy dress that made it impossible for her to move freely. No doubt she chose the dress in an attempt to make her sister jealous.

“Darling Lily,” Petunia simpered as she kissed Lily once on each cheek, “how are you? How is married life treating you?”

Lily tried not to roll her eyes. “As well as can be expected, I suppose.”

Petunia frowned. “You know I have never appreciated your dark humor, sister.”

“Yes, well. Come, let’s sit in the garden. The crocuses have just begun to bloom.” Lily gestured to the gate on the low stone fence that led to her back garden.

Petunia wrinkled her nose. “May we not sit inside? This dress is far too fine to be ruined by garden muck.”

Soon they sat in awkward silence in front of the fireplace. Mary brought them a pot of tea and a plate of crackers. Lily watched as her sister nibbled around the corners of her cracker then placed it back onto her plate. She could not help but notice how gray her sister looked.

“Is everything well, Petunia?” she cautioned, “are you tired from your journey?”

At this, Petunia practically beamed. She rarely smiled, so Lily was not used to how happiness looked upon her face, but she detected a triumph in Petunia’s features that was impossible to ignore.

“I have news,” she sighed, drawing a hand to her abdomen, “I am with child.”

Lily blinked. “Oh,” she managed, dragging a smile onto her lips, “uh, congratulations.”

“Yes, well, Vernon was ever so pleased when I told him. He said we would name him Dudley, after Vernon’s father. He really was a remarkable man-”

“Sorry,” Lily interrupted, “how do you know it’s going to be a boy?”

Petunia glared at her. “Of course he will be a boy. Vernon will need assistance with the business someday, he must have a son to carry on the family legacy.”

Lily nodded, not bothering to mention that desire for a boy did not make one ounce of difference in a baby’s sex. “And if it is a girl?”

“For God’s sake, Lily,” Petunia whined, “can you not just be happy for me, for once?”

Lily shrugged. “I am happy for you. I just mean that I’m sure you will love your child no matter it’s sex, that’s all.”

The air between them grew chilly. Petunia stared down at the hand that caressed her bump angrily. “I should have known you would ruin this.”

“How have I ruined anything?” Lily fought the urge to laugh in frustration, “I have said congratulations, said I’m happy for you, and said I am sure you will be a good mother. What else is there?”

“Do not think I’ve noticed that you are not pregnant yet,” Petunia sneered, “having difficulty holding Severus’ attention, are we?”

Lily did not answer this. When she had first married Severus she certainly had not suffered from any lack of attention in that regard. But ever since she had cut his hand Severus had kept his distance. He left for long hours at a time, often spending the night at his father’s house and avoiding her bed at night. She certainly could not complain. She much preferred being alone to being in his company anyway.

Petunia scoffed. “That is it, is it not? You’re jealous of my fortune.”

Lily’s eyes snapped back to her sister’s. “Is that what you call it? I was not aware a child was an economic achievement.”

Petunia laughed mirthlessly. “Of course it is, idiot girl. That is all there is in this world. You either serve your husband, or you do not. Do not take your frustrations out on me if you cannot obey Severus.”

“Well,” Lily sighed, taking another sip of now-cold tea, “I certainly will not weep because I cannot be servant, mother, and wet nurse to my husband all at once.”

Petunia stood suddenly, her face contorted into a snarl. “I am leaving. You were a wicked child and now you are a wicked woman. I hope you rot here.”

“I probably will, thanks to you and father,” Lily spat. She was tired of hearing all her life what a miserable disappointment she was to her sister. “Leave, and when your daughter is born you do not dare to name her after our mother.”

Petunia threw her one last hateful glance before turning on her heel to march out the door. Lily heard the sound of the horseman jumping down from his perch once more to help his mistress into the carriage, and then they were off once more.

Lily sat for a long while gazing into the dying flames. She hated her sister, but she also pitied her. She had not benefited from their mother’s training as Lily had. Perhaps if she had been magic too she could have learned to want more from life than to be Vernon’s lapdog for the rest of her days. But then Lily remembered how happy, truly happy, Petunia had looked on her wedding day. She began to regret the fight with her sister. Who was she to question Petunia’s decisions?

A movement through the window caught Lily’s attention. The old woman with the basket of holly branches was back, only this time her basket was empty and she walked in the direction of the woods. Lily sprang to her feet and ran to the door, pausing only to grab her cloak and force her feet into the boots she had carelessly discarded earlier that day.

She wrenched open the heavy door and ran into the front yard. “Wait! Stop!” she called after the woman.

The figure stilled and turned slowly to face her. She had long, black hair with streaks of silver that fell into ringlets around her face. Her eyes were so grey they were nearly white. Lily startled. Her mother’s eyes had been almost exactly that shade.

Lily ran forward to face the woman. “May I ask your name?”

The woman smiled. “You may, although considering you have not given me yours, I may not answer.”

“Oh,” Lily fumbled, feeling her cheeks flush, “I’m Lily. This is my house,” she gestured carelessly behind her.

The woman looked up at the great stone building. “Is it? It’s a fine house. You must be very happy there.”

Lily did her best not to laugh at this. “But please, tell me, who are you?”

Crinkles appeared at the corners of the woman’s grey eyes. “My name is Euphemia, lady. I do not live far from here.”

“Oh, please, I’m no lady,” Lily crossed her arms across her stomach, suddenly self-conscious.

“It does not appear that way,” Euphemia gestured to Lily’s cloak and dress, “your clothes are fine, your hands soft. You look fed and watered, and I believe I just interrupted your afternoon tea. Does that not make you a lady?”

Lily felt annoyance flicker in her. “I’m sorry,” she frowned, “have I offended you in some way?”

Euphemia laughed. “No, dear, you haven’t. Forgive me, I’m not used to speaking with residents of this town, and I’m afraid I spoke out of turn. Would you like to walk with me for a while?”

Lily hesitated, glancing back at the house. It would be dark soon, and Severus might choose tonight of all nights to return home after a day in his father’s house. But then again, he had not been home for three days, why should he pick tonight to call upon her again?

“Alright,” she said carefully, then fell into step beside the woman. They walked in silence for a few minutes. Lily felt uncomfortable as if she should fill the silence with small talk.

Euphemia, however, walked happily beside her, gazing around at the newly-budding trees with great interest. “You are new to this house.” It was not a question.

Lily nodded. “I married Severus last winter, and now I live here.” She tried not to let the bitterness show in her voice.

Euphemia smiled. “You eat and lay to rest there, perhaps. But I can feel you come more and more alive with each step you take away from that place. How have you found the woods so far?”

She stared stupidly at Euphemia for a moment. This woman became stranger by the minute. “How do you know that I’ve even been in the woods at all?”

“It’s in the way you move,” she said simply, “you walk as if you are anticipating your next step. You walk like someone who has tread forests with no paths many times before.”

Lily did not know what to say to that. “I like them well,” she said finally, “I feel it is the only place I can feel like myself once more.”

They were at least two hundred paces from her house now. Lily turned back and found she could barely see the building’s outline over the crest of a hill. She would have to be careful to make it back before sundown.

She could feel Euphemia’s eyes on the back of her head as she looked. “When is the last time you felt like yourself? In your old house?”

Lily nodded. “When my mother was alive. She died when I was a child. But she used to take me to the woods and teach me about forest magic.”

She stopped suddenly in her tracks. Euphemia’s warmth had fooled her into speaking too freely.

Euphemia halted too and looked at her intently. “It’s alright. I’m not shocked by anything you’ve told me.”

Lily avoided her gaze. “That is not what I meant. I just meant, you know, she taught me about the forest’s magical beauty.”

“Yes, that is what you meant I’m sure.” Euphemia chuckled. “You know, child, that they call me witch?”

Lily nodded, still not looking at the older woman. “I did,” she said apologetically, “my serving girl told me. She’s terrified of you.”

Euphemia laughed loudly which showed her straight, white teeth. Lily found that, but for the streaks of silver in her hair, she could not determine exactly how old Euphemia was. She seemed wise and experienced, but her skin was soft and smooth. It did not sag as the skin on her grandmother’s face had, but instead glowed as if she were blessed with unnatural youth.

“I don’t blame her. Many of the villagers are afraid of me. They fear what they do not understand.”

“And what do they not understand?” Lily said eagerly. She found that she wanted to know all about this woman, where she came from, and what she did in the forest.

Euphemia sighed. “They have never seen a woman live so well on her own. A woman who provides for herself and does not seek out the company of men. They assume I am a wicked witch, and I’m content in letting them think so. Now,” she glanced at the sun that hovered just above the horizon, “it looks like you should be getting back. I don’t want you to walk alone in the dark, do you understand me?”

Lily flinched at her suddenly harsh tone. “Yes, I understand,” she stammered. She felt the urgency in Euphemia’s voice.

Euphemia nodded. “Good. Well, I must go, but thank you for walking with me, Lily Evans.” She turned on her heel and vanished into the forest.

“Bye,” Lily whispered dazedly at the woman’s back. It suddenly occurred to her that she had never told Euphemia her married name, let alone her maiden name.

The next morning Lily passed Remus in the fields. She was on her way to the forest to explore a new section of the stream that had recently become unfrozen. The fields had thawed by then. For the past few days, Remus had worked tirelessly at the old plow Severus had inherited from his grandfather. As if those delicate hands would ever touch a plow, Lily thought savagely.

Remus looked dreadful. His eyes were rimmed with red as if he had not slept. He had a fresh cut on his cheek to accompany his already-prominent scar.

“Are you alright?” Lily called out to him.

Remus startled and dropped the plow. “F-fine, m’lady.”

She smiled at him playfully. “One day you will call me Lily, I swear it.”

He grinned, then winced, as if the effort of moving the muscles in his face irritated his fresh wound.

“Oh, come here,” Lily beckoned. Remus looked uncertain but shuffled across the field to stand before her. She touched a finger gingerly to his skin. She knew she could not heal him, he already knew too much about her abilities after that day with Snape, but she could gather herbs that would help him.

“I will bring you back some Lady’s Mantle for that cut,” she declared.

Remus’ face grew warm. “Please, do not go through that trouble for me.”

“Nonsense,” she smiled, “it is the least I can do. I have a feeling that my husband does not compensate you well for your work here.”

Remus said nothing but smiled at her more broadly than he ever had before. Suddenly, his gaze fell upon something over Lily’s shoulder. She frowned, turning to see what he was looking at.

Sirius strode across the field toward them. Today he wore a shirt and trousers made of black fur instead of his long shaggy coat from a few weeks ago. He paused a short distance away from Lily and Remus and bowed dramatically before her.

“Gentle lady,” he oozed, holding his arms aloft while he lowered his nose so close to the ground he could kiss it, “please pardon my interruption and let me approach your most noble person.”

Lily laughed. She could not help it. There was something about Sirius that she had noticed right away. He never seemed to take anything, especially himself, too seriously.

“Arise, gentleman,” she said in a mock-pompous voice. He bounced back to his feet grinning. “What can we do for you today?”

Sirius was not looking at her. His eyes passed her and fell on Remus. “Hello again,” he almost whispered.

Remus flushed even deeper scarlet than before and murmured “hullo” under his breath.

Lily cleared her throat. “Again, Sirius, how can we help you?”

“Right,” Sirius said distractedly, wrenching his gaze from Remus, “I came here to tell you both something. My comrade and I, James, I think you’ll remember him, m’lady,” Lily tried to keep her face inscrutable at these words, “frequent a tavern in town. It’s called The Hog’s Head. It’s quiet, cozy, just the way we like things.” His eyes burned with mischief when he said this as if they were missing out on some inside joke. “Anyway, I’m here to cordially invite you both there on Thursday next. That is if you can get away, of course.”

Lily felt her pulse quicken. The offer to see the boy with the familiar brown eyes again was enticing. Plus she yeared for a day away from her house and her miserable husband.

She arranged her face into a neutral expression. “Thank you for your invitation. I will consider your offer. Remus, of course, you may go where you please.”

She looked expectantly at Remus, who nodded vigorously. “Yes,” he breathed, his ears still pink, “I will come.”

“Splendid!” Sirius barked, grinning wildly. “Well, must be off, or Prongs will wonder where I’ve gone. Goodbye, Remus!” He winked, and then he was off into the woods.

Lily smirked sideways at Remus. “What was that about?”

Remus stared at Sirius’ retreating back. “I don’t know what you mean,” he insisted, but his voice was a bit too breathless for her to believe him.

“Mmm,” she hummed, “well, I’m going if I can get away with it.”

Her words forced Remus back to the present. “How? He’ll never let you go.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Severus need never know. We will say nothing, and if we must come up with some story, we will say that you are accompanying me into town for some errands. He trusts you, remember?”

Remus scoffed. “He trusts me not to cuck him, that’s for sure.” He looked suddenly horrified at his words. “Forgive me, please, I spoke without-”

“No, you are right,” Lily said seriously, “and I plan to take full advantage of his notion. If he thinks that I cannot take care of myself without the assistance of a man, then I will appoint you my protector. Alright?”

Remus looked uneasy but nodded. “Alright.”

“Good. Now, I’m off for the Lady’s Mantle. Do not touch that cut until I return.”

“Yes, m’lady,” and then he surprised her by dipping into a low bow just as Sirius had done.

She giggled. “That’s much more like it.”

#spirits and bones #nina writes #S&B update #S&B chapter 3 #jily slowburn #jily fairytale au

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mon-blanchetts · 7 years ago

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We Fight Ourselves (Part 2)

Jon never truly belonged to her, but she knew that already. Fate had cast its die a long time ago—everyone, including herself, had to live with the outcome. At least she had her babe; at least she had her home. Sansa re-evaluates the state of marriage after brushing too close with death, but she’s not the only one whose views have changed [Rated M, post-series; deals with events from S7 and leaks from S8].

It was utterly foolish, she realized, having to go from one end of her home to another like a mouse evading the presence of a prowling cat. Still, it was the lesser of two evils, when it came down to it—any scenario where Jon happened upon her while she skittered towards her destination would be even less ideal. True, the glass gardens were on the westernmost side of the castle while the armory was in the opposite direction; the chances of running into Jon were slim to none, but Sansa just couldn’t shake off the paranoia that clung to her. She might have come out of her fever slightly worse for wear, yes, but she came out alive, breathing. If only Jon would see it that way, too.

“You must understand that his lordship’s had a terrible fright, my lady,” Maester Payton explained to her when she complained about his obsessive behavior in confidence. It was a rare occasion, being alone with her advisor; Jon was always lingering about, never out of sight, an additional limb she really didn’t need. “He’s spent so much time suffering over the possibility of your death that he needs to be sure you’re not leaving him. No matter how many times one has been exposed to death, one never gets used to it—the gods didn’t fashion that way.”

Because the gods aren’t merciful enough to do that. Maester Payton’s wisdom wasn’t easy to swallow, but she preferred it over her own beliefs, none of which held any ground, anyway. At the least, it gave her hope that things would return to normal soon; her life had been upended enough.

Sansa hurried through a narrow alleyway, Ghost following close behind. The western courtyard opened before her only a moment later, quiet and still as she remembered it, not so different from the godswood. None of Winterfell’s other courtyards were ever as deserted as this one; of course, none of them were purported to be haunted, either. It was nothing but the wild imaginings of children and superstitious Northerners, but the tales had been eerie enough to keep most away.

She looked up to stare at the face that had been rendered from iron and bronze, a fairly accurate depiction as far as she could tell. Daenerys’s statue rested in the center of the courtyard where she stood proud and erect, just as Sansa remembered her, frozen in time. Despite the upright, confident pose she held, there was something naked and vulnerable associated with the statue. The craftsmen she had commissioned had varying ideas about the placement of her dragons; in the end, they had been incorporated as a motif on the crown she wore.

As she studied the statue that loomed over her, Sansa realized how she never knew exactly what to make of Daenerys Targaryen—there simply hadn’t been enough time to reflect on any personal opinion she might have forged. In the eyes of most Northerners, the Mother of Dragons had been a paradox from the start, an ally and an enemy, until the Night King’s march towards them destroyed any such distinction. Now that Daenerys was but a memory, Sansa’s feelings towards her were just as convoluted as they had been when she had first step foot in the North. It was so easy to hate her, but there was another part of equal strength that admired her, too. Daenerys must have been a force to be reckoned with—after all, Jon had fallen in love with her, had done it with all his heart and every fiber of his being. Sansa wondered, with displaced yearning, what it would have been like to be the recipient of such breathless, passionate fervor, whether she even knew how to respond to it. Probably not, but maybe that was for the best.

A high-pitched whine made her look away from Daenerys’s statue. Ghost pressed his nose against her thigh, urging her forward. Did the courtyard frighten him as well? “It’s only stories,” she protested, shaking her head. “She doesn’t come to life at night, you know. Or do you?” Sansa winked at him.

Fed up, or just bored, Ghost loped past her and out of the courtyard. Sansa glanced at the statue one last time before she hurried after him. Maester Payton told her that the courtyard was where she had been found, lying unconscious at the foot of Daenerys’s iron form. No matter how hard she tried to wrack her mind, Sansa couldn’t remember why she’d been there in the first place. The events prior to her collapse were nothing but a burst of saturated images and misplaced sounds, the line between truth and fantasy a blur. A shame she still had her memories from earlier that day…

Sansa had never walked into a raging fire before, but setting foot inside the glass gardens must have been a fairly close experience, she thought; heat drowned her as soon as she passed through the doorway, licking at her face and leaving a sheen of moisture that was beginning to gather while she hurriedly pulled off her gloves and cloak. The greenhouse contained a dense silence that was so unlike the world beyond it, but she found that it made her time inside so much more memorable. True, it would never be as aesthetically pleasing as the gardens she remembered while she had lived in the Red Keep, but it had its own charm to it—a simple, Northern kind of attraction that she’d learned quickly to appreciate. The glass gardens housed more plants and flowers than Sansa knew the names of, but her favorite would always be the winter roses of her home; row after row of their shrubs had been planted in the center of the greenhouse, making them an impossible sight to miss. Even better, many of the roses her eyes caught sight of were in their mature state, their colour a pale, frosty blue that was mesmerizing to look at. They would make a lovely addition to her bedchamber, she thought, retrieving a sheathed blade and a wicker basket from the supply shelf nearby. Half a dozen roses would be enough to brighten her room—Sansa could already picture herself as she sat up in her bed, pulling away the curtains and being greeted by the sight of those lovely flowers.

Another thought came to mind while she set to work; the more she entertained it, the harder it was to repress that childhood giddiness she thought had long been snuffed out. Sansa pictured her daughter, one not yet conceived, but there was no doubt that she would possess dark hair so characteristic of her Stark heritage. Her daughter’s voice would ring through the narrow halls of Winterfell, together with Bran’s, and top of her head would be a crown of blue roses that Sansa would make, lovingly woven together with the prettiest pick of the bunch. The image was farther out of her grasp, but not impossible.

Her feelings were chased off by an eruption of noise somewhere behind her. Sansa jolted to her feet, eyes wide with alarm. Her heart nearly stopped when she turned around to find Jon standing beneath the lintel, breathing loudly through his nostrils. The dense silence of the greenhouse, once benevolent and comforting, now felt like it was trying to strangle the life out of her.

“What in Seven Hells do you think you’re doing here?” he demanded, his voice like the snap of a whip.

Sansa stared at him. “Hello, Jon,” she greeted gently. All her plans were rushing back now, together with the acute knowledge that she’d failed to follow through with them. Wasn’t it only moments ago when she’d stepped out? It must have, she thought, rather stubbornly; she couldn’t have been away from the keep that long. Could she?

What was it he’d asked her again? Oh, yes. “Many of the winter roses are in full bloom now,” she explained, bending down to retrieve her wicker basket. Sansa realized that there were more than the half dozen she had initially planned. So, she had lost track of time after all. “I thought it would be nice to have a few of them in my rooms, you see. They’re quite lovely, aren’t they?”

She plucked a rose from her basket and held it out to him, a hopeful smile painted on her face. Sansa hoped her peace offering would suffice, but she knew better; it would take a lot more than a pretty flower to placate Jon.

He stared at the blue rose before fixing his gaze on her face again, his eyes stormy. “You said you would be busy with your letters,” he said, and there was no mistaking the accusation lining his tone. “You said you wouldn’t be far.”

“I just wanted to clear my head a bit,” she reasoned, gripping the handle of her basket. Sansa wondered how long it had taken Jon until he’d been struck with the possibility that she might be here, until she remembered that she’d passed through the western courtyard earlier. “Do you really think my actions criminal, Jon?”

The look he gave her might have been enough to make any man crumble. “You should have sent for me if you wanted to step out,” he reprimanded. “You know you weren’t supposed to be wandering off by yourself like this, but you did it anyway. What if you collapsed again?”

A stab of frustration ran through her body; Sansa could feel the grip on her patience slipping. She knew where his concern stemmed from, but it didn’t make his obsession with her whereabouts any easier to swallow.

Sansa lowered her arm, rose still in hand. “You and I both know the fever’s too well and gone for me to succumb to it again,” she said, her tone patronizing. “I won’t let you talk to me like I’m a child, Jon. If I want to spend time by myself outside the great keep, then I will.”

“Even at the expense of your concerned husband?” he fired back. Maybe it was the light that flooded the glass garden, or maybe it was just a change in scenery, but for the first time since she’d regained consciousness, Sansa was realizing Jon’s changed appearance; his beard was noticeably unkempt, wild and untamed, and the dark crescents under his eyes were more prominent than she had ever remembered them. Sleep was difficult to come by for many people these days, herself included; her mind was constantly abuzz with matters of state and the concerns of her subjects, but there was also the memories to deal with, those drenched in blood and sorrow, those ripe with that question that time had watered: what if? All those thoughts and speculations, like a set of blocks placed one on top of the other, until their weight became too much and they came toppling down—just like the bright comet that had once blazed across the skies, towards the far north, so bright and grand that when Sansa first saw it, she thought the sun had gained wings. Down they all went, those thoughts of hers, until finally she descended into a fitful sleep that left her groggy and drained beneath the morning light that sliced through the thin gap between the drawn bed curtains. Was it all the same for Jon? Or was there something else she wasn’t accounting?

Sansa frowned in response to his question. It just wasn’t like him to bring up their marriage in such a context; Jon was her husband in name only, their union an image drafted from the need to bolster the morale of not just their Northern subjects, but all the survivors of the Great War, those who were desperate for proof that some sort of normalcy was attainable. Her temper flared at the thought of Daenerys’s statue in the center of the western courtyard and the primary reason behind Jon’s self-imposed exile.

“Don’t twist it like that,” she admonished, shaking her head disapprovingly. “It’s not like you at all, you know, pretending we’re something we’ve never been.” Jon was threatening the success behind their partnership; Sansa didn’t like it one bit. She circled around him to leave, eager to extricate herself from this strange encounter before it worsened, but his hand on her arm stopped her from escaping.

“What do you mean by that?” he ordered. Sansa pursed her lips, glaring at him. “Tell me,” he pressed, tugging her closer.

She rolled her eyes. “You once told me you weren’t the husband I deserved, remember? You set the rules, Jon. I’m just following them.” Sansa caught him trying not to wince. How could he ever forget that it was all she could do in order to bring him home?

It felt like such a long time ago when he had said that to her, so much so that she thought the pain had dulled, but the way her chest tightened told her otherwise; there were just some heartaches that could be temporarily displaced, but never forgotten. Sansa accepted that the romantic love she used to dream about was simply not in the cards she kept being dealt with, a gamble that always had disastrous results for her—it was safer to take refuge in the things she had, rather than those she wanted. Jon was never going to love her the way she used to imagine he could, but that wasn’t his fault.

Whatever was on his mind made him loosen his hold; Sansa tried slipping away, but her attempt was futile. Jon was like the first spark of a flame come to life, his fingers clamping down as he pulled her closer toward him, bodies pressed together in a way that was too intimate, too foreign.

“Maybe I don’t care for these rules anymore,” he said in a low voice, rough as bark. There was a wild, desperate look on his face that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand. If she was feeling hot before, now she felt like someone had just thrown ice water at her.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“You think I’m play games with you?” There was a hard, determined light in his eyes. “I’m not, Sansa.”

She regarded him warily. It was clear he wasn’t going to back down, but it would take more than a few heated words to convince her that he was actually being serious. If Jon wanted something more out of their marriage, what was he looking for? Was she even willing to give it to him, after he’d broken her heart the way he had?

Sansa didn’t want to think about the possibilities. She didn’t want to deal with any of this at the moment, especially when Jon was standing so close to her. She was tired all of a sudden; the tension between them was wearing her down, and she very badly wanted to lay her head down on her pillow and rest. Maybe when she woke up, Maester Payton would deem her well enough that she could finally see Bran again, hold him tight against her chest like she always did, reminding her that the love she bore her son was a thousand times greater than any love she might have bore Jon, once. That ship had passed; the empty space Jon left inside her when he came back North with Daenerys Targaryen had been properly filled, and he only had himself to blame for that.

“Come back to the keep with me,” she offered, hoping this would soften him up a bit. Instead of escaping his hold, she placed a hand on top of his— a sisterly touch, one she knew he would recognize—before guiding him out of the glass gardens. A woman’s armor is her courtesy. “I want to know what Elyot’s been up to. And I’ll tell you what Lady Brienne has written to me about, but you must keep it a secret. Can you do that?”

AN: Hello, it’s me—and I’m not updating ten years after the last one! How’s that for character development? =D

#jon x sansa #jonsa #actuallyjonsa #jonsansaff #jonsansasource #yo I said I wasn't only going to spend maximum two hours editing this one #instead it took me nearly six #rood #we fight ourselves #writings

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Ebonhawke is silent and still in the wee hours of the morning. Marea can see the entire city from the deck of her ship, spread out below her like a massive dollhouse, sleeping in the shadow of the mountains where the Crooked Kestrel is docked. A single figure here and there, darting through the sulfur-yellow glow of a streetlamp, likely up to no good. She shapes her right hand into a gun and points it at each of them, softly saying ‘pew, pew’ under her breath. She can barely hear herself over the idling hum of gears and steam and shifting wings, keeping her perpetually afloat, a gentle lullaby of mechanical voices. But she couldn’t fall asleep here, even if she wanted to. Nor on the bomb-splintered roof of her apartment, alongside her pets, or in the tall, whispering tree out in the Iron Marches, that has grown over Rajya’s grave.

She sits down less than gracefully on the edge of the deck, still adjusting to her bad knee. Her legs swing over the side, kicking chipperly through the air, and to her left she lays out her work for the night: a new cape, shoddily handsewn and almost completed, and a large plain sketchbook, accompanied by her box of scribing tools. She briefly runs the coarse wool of the cape through her fingers, feeling nothing, but imagining it to be soft and fluid, fuzzy and scratchy, all at once. Then she takes the hefty book and plops it on her lap, opening to the first page.

“Don’t fuck up, Marea,” she murmurs, hunching deeply, getting her face as close to the page as she can. Her braids slip over her shoulders and hone in on her peripheral vision as she takes a black pen from the box and carefully pricks the end of it on the paper, licking her lips. “You don’t wanna tear pages out of this. It’s a record of your progress. If it’s shitty, it’s shitty forever.”

She begins to sketch along the top margin of the page, a smooth, elegant array of curving vines studded with leaves and blossoms alike, mimicking the flowers of Grothmar Valley. Her trip there seems like a world away, now--everything from before the Dominion came into existence does. In some cases, literally, in her year of barding in foreign taverns where odd variants of humanity with thick, musical accents listened to her tales of Ascalon, a fabled land with fabled cat people and legendary sorrow and beauty. But even since she came back--Raigar gone, then finding him a changed man from the one she left behind. Finding herself changed, a stranger in places she once romped about without a care, an alien in a world where everything is loud and angry, and she was loud and angry, and sometimes she still is, but other times she’s forgotten how she’s supposed to feel, supposed to react.

Everything is different. She can never go back to a time when Tyria was her whole horizon. The closest she can get is her memories with Rajya, when she was child. Days moved slowly, and the world was a story, a tapestry of love and suffering that she could read before bed. It was easier that way.

But even back then, she knew it was a sham. That real life was visceral and painful, and would beat her down at every opportunity. And now is no different--she has new friends, a lover, an airship, and a new place that she calls home, at least by name. And in the midst of all this, the concept that she’s built her heart around, like the vines climbing up the trellis on the page of her sketchbook, is crumbling into shards and splinters.

She leans forward, letting her forehead rest against the cold, rusty metal of the deck’s railing. She grits her teeth, eyes narrowing, metal hand gripping the pen in a fist so tight that the plastic casing cracks nearly in half. And then the pen is flying off the airship, out over soot-darkened rooftops, and shreds of torn sketchbook paper are hurled after it, though they only sail a foot through the air before they begin to drift downward, spinning and lilting on the breeze like feathers. She bangs her head against the railing, again and again, and even in her anger, she doesn’t feel like shouting. She doesn’t want to be loud.

What’s the point? she thinks, Why should I keep trying? Why did I return? Why do I still care?

She takes a long, shuddering breath, wiping hard at her eyes with the back of her hand. It’s a poison. A disease. Tyria is in her blood, and it will always call her back.

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Over the snow-capped mountains and across the fields and forests of Kryta, Cara returns to Shaemoor. Her tiny room at the top of the farmer’s mill is just as she left it, if covered in a significant layer of dust. Even her favorite cat is snoozing on the bed, though it does nothing more than open one eye in greeting. She’s not staying the night here. It will take a couple hours to meet up with Jack and the others in the swamp, so it’s best that she gather what she needs, and leave. No fanfare, no sentimentality. It shouldn’t be difficult; this is a place where she despised herself, spent years trapped in a pit of despair and self-loathing. There is nothing of worth here, except her gear, which she came for.

She rounds up her weapons first. With her greatsword and rifle already strung across her pack, she adds a large hammer, an axe, a sword, a small shield, and a spiked mace to the array. Some of them go in the pack, others are tied with straps to hang from the sides of it. She flips through her stack of unopened letters, which she suspects has grown in the last year, nosy farmers delivering her backlog of family correspondence straight to her desk. Then she takes them all and shoves them under the mattress, out of sight, out of mind. Like they never existed.

Despite a fine peppering of dust, her armor still gleams, silver surface reflecting halos of gold in the candlelight. She stares down at her hard face, reflected in the chestplate, on the emblem of the Vigil so exquisitely molded into the metal, and she feels ill, as if her stomach is forcing its way up her throat. There’s no time to let petty, irrational weakness distract her--she grits her teeth and, piece by piece, removes her armor from the stand, and goes through the familiar motions of putting it on. Even after five years, the preparations that she has rehearsed since she was a child come naturally, easily, her second skin that she had planned to live the rest of her life in. Fight in battle, die in battle. With strength, honor, and justice.

It’s heavier than she remembers. She untethers her greatsword from her pack, and experimentally swings it through the air, a simple upper-cut slash. Her breath quickens, her stance wavers, she feels stunted and instantly yearns for her arms to move freely. But is it really the smooth range of motion that she craves, or the panting from her chest that she fears?

She’s lost muscle mass. It happens. She sits on the edge of the bed, untying the binding on her chestplate, and carefully lowering it to the floor. She didn’t want that, anyway. Baring that lie on her chest. She’s isn’t Vigil, and she never will be again. There’s nothing to be done about the rest of her armor, most of it in uniform, but at least it doesn’t scream from the highest hilltop in the same way the chestplate does: I’m a traitor! I’m a failure! I am disgraced, and I deserve my isolation.

Isolated no more, she has Jack. And the rest of the gang, though she’d hardly call them close companions. Still, in the moments when she is away from her lover, left to what few meaningful thoughts she has, she remembers what it’s like to be completely alone. There’s a part of her that believes she should’ve stayed that way, as penance. And another that’s learned not to care. She is no longer a soldier, no longer honorable. And she’s never lived her life half-heartedly.

She pulls a storage bin out from under the bed, and unveils a thick norn-style shirt, made from a mix of hides and fur, a gift from Kylan many years ago. It will do in place of her chestplate, unrecognizable to any familiar faces she may encounter at the war front, further enforcing the idea that she is not Cara, not even human. Even in her shame, she isn’t ready to be associated with the charr-killing mongrels she’ll soon be fighting alongside. Especially if the sack-hoods come out.

She stands in the doorway, saddled with armor and weapons on her back. She looks at the cat, who at some point circled the bed and settled down with its tail to Cara, face tucked away out of view.

“Goodbye,” she says in her flat, commanding tone, startling herself a little. The room had been dead silent, her footsteps dampened by the dust. She waits for the cat to reply--and it doesn’t, so she moves on.

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Dido sits at her desk in her apartment in the Western Commons, busily scrawling away with a pencil. Trisha, take care of Kennedy; Sara, finish the dress for Elizabeth--she scrolls through the mental list of clients in her head, and when the letters are all written and addressed, she puts them on the table by the door, to be dropped in the mail on her way out. No noble lady will be left unattended, futzing and complaints should be minimal. She opens her little pantry, peeking in the back corners of each shelf in search of perishable food, when a tinny, subtle crackling in her ears grabs her attention.

Abruptly, she straightens up, and goes to the window, leaning her head out just enough to appear as if she’s enjoying the cool evening air. She gently taps her finger on the tiny comm, tucked safely in her ear. “Yes?” she answers crisply, voice even and smooth and pleasantly indifferent, an automaton of grace and sinuous charm. She falls silent, listening to the reply, and tilts her head out just a bit farther, trying to abate poor reception.

“I know, I know. Look, it’s not a vacation,” she says, keeping soft and low so that she doesn’t disturb her neighbors. “I--yes, I’m going to be with my sister, I never denied that. But we’re also going to an active war zone, so I’ll be working at the same time… Yes, of course I will keep you updated on everything I see. Every last fallen pine needle--who? Right, I’ll keep an eye out for them.”

The tinny voice in her ear drones on, a cloud passes by overhead, revealing the moon, and she dips back inside her apartment, a little more clarity coming through the device. She half-listens as she boxes up her sewing machine, shoving it under the bed and out of view from snooping eyes, and rolls up and folds her patchwork of fabrics spread across the sewing table.

“I understand,” she says gently, but firmly. “You know I take this seriously. And that I can multitask. Or I wouldn’t have the right to call myself tailor by day, agent by night. Sometimes the reverse. I like being kept on my toes.”

Goodbyes are exchanged, and the comm crackles and closes the connection. For a moment, she considers removing it from her ear; just a little peace and quiet, without her mentor butting in on her thoughts all night and all day, would be a sweet relief. But she leaves it in, just in case. Duty calls.

Tomorrow--in the morning, duty calls. She lies down on her bed, swallowed in her plush comforter. She will have plenty of time to catch up with Cara and Jack when the sun sits high in the sky, warm and bright, and a fascinating, unprecedented adventure awaits them. A charr civil war, Jormag looming on horizon. She’s living through history, and her keen eyes are drinking in every minute of it.

#rp post #marea the silent #cara graves #dido graves #first piece in a century and I like it

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fandoms-equal-life · 5 years ago

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Rewriting Their Stars Once Again - The Greatest Showman Fanfiction

Chapter 9: The Unexpected

Originally Posted on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13365846/chapters/58354609

Summary:

An unexpected visitor comes to the circus and Anne leaves the house, even though she is on bedrest. What now?

Notes:

Hey people. I know what you’re thinking, this girl is going to apologize for not posting and say she’ll do better. But guess what people?

THIS FIC HAS BEEN PRE-WRITTEN!!!After this chapter, there are 4 more that I will be posting once a week until they are all posted. This way I can be sure everything is perfect and all of you guys have a guarantee.Thanks to everyone who stayed even though I began writing this over two years ago. The end is near, and I am proud I made it.

Nine months.

Anne cannot believe she made it to the nine-month mark.

Over and over again, the doctor told her how dangerous this pregnancy would be.

But she made it anyways.

Phillip has complete faith in her, as always. He reassures her that she will deliver their children safe and sound, and that everything will turn out okay.

Anne did not have the same faith.

She was so miserable, large, and hormonal. Her body was preparing for labor and in the process ruining her days

Anne was supposed to be on bed rest 24/7 now. Phillip did everything he could to keep her busy, renting her new library books daily, giving her paper to write and draw on, and retelling his day down to every tiny detail.

Also, someone from the circus came to check in on her every couple hours if Phillip could not. Even Daniel came to her rescue a couple times.

But there was only so much books and people could do for her. When she was alone, the depressing thoughts invaded her mind and the pain in her body ached more.

Anne shared everything with Phillip, she has spent countless nights crying into his chest. He tried to soothe her pain, foot and back massages, warm baths, natural remedies the doctor recommended. But he could never experience, let alone imagine, what she was going through.

Her doctor reassured her that this was all normal, but Anne felt like no one had any understanding of what is happening in her body. No one really did, except Charity.

Charity has experienced pregnancy twice. While it was not to the same extent, she still shared this pain once. And that was enough for Anne.

Anne would sob into Charity’s shoulders when she felt hopeless. When Anne felt okay, she would tell the other mother baby names she loved but would never use. Sometimes they even laughed about dreams Anne had for her future children.

But the truth always creeped up on these happy moments.

Phillip could not believe it.

They reached the nine-month mark.

Well, Anne did all the hard work.

While Phillip was so excited for what is to come, life was so hard. He kept on a brave face for Anne and everyone worried about her.

But today was one of the harder days. Phillip knew Anne was suffering, and there was little he could do. She has been cooped up in the house for over a month. He missed her all the time, even when he was dancing in the ring.

Now he sits in his office with Daniel. They have been trying to come with ways to make the money needed to stay open until summer.

Daniel has been sneaking to the circus to help Phillip. They had decided that Daniel would break the news to their parents that another son had joined the circus until after the birth. This family did not need the extra drama right now.

Daniel is pacing the small tent office. Phillip could tell he had something to say, but he was forming the argument in his mind. In the meantime, Phillip’s head was laying on the desk, deep in thought about his Anne.

Finally, Daniel blurts, “Look I need to tell you something. It may make or break the circus.”

Phillip raises his head in confusion. The pair have been brainstorming for weeks about what to do, only thinking of short-term solutions.

“What is it, Daniel?” Phillip responds.

“Yesterday, when you went home early to be with Anne, I was walking around the main tent, pacing and thinking. When I was about to pick up my coat to go home, a man walked in. He looked about 60, nice suit, and with warm brown eyes.

I told him the circus was closed and that he should come back tomorrow when he asked, ‘Are you Phillip Carlyle?’

“I was curious what he had to say. I answered, that depends, who are you?

“This man gave me the biggest, goofiest smile and introduced himself to me,

‘I am Frank Potter, owner of textiles factories all over the country. I am not one to brag but I thought you should know since I have a proposition for you.’”

Phillip perked up at this. He knew the name; his father hated the man and often spoke of him in distaste. His father thought he was too soft to be a successful businessman. Phillip later learned that he was wealthier than his father and the jealously of that fact ran through his veins.

“What did you say?” Phillip asked.

Daniel continued “I said that while I am not Phillip Carlyle, I am his brother, Daniel Carlyle, and that we were in business together. I invited him to sit on one of the benches and inquired about his proposition. Mr. Potter continued,

‘My granddaughter, Emily, loves your circus you see and whenever she and her mother visit me, I take her here. Her favorite act is the acrobat siblings, she even met the woman last year. Anne was her name, the only reason I know this is because my granddaughter talked about her nonstop for the rest of her trip. We came in March and she noticed that the woman acrobat had been replaced. When we were leaving, I spotted Anne with the ringmaster, with child! Emily wanted to say hello, but the pair looked distressed, so I told her next time.’”

Daniel paused for a moment, but Phillip could tell his brother’s excitement building. He was not really sure what Daniel was telling him.

Daniel started up again, “After this story about his granddaughter, he assured me that there was a point to his long-windedness.

‘Now Mr. Carlyle, while my granddaughter noticed the absence of your acrobat, I noticed the absence of the crowd. I also looked into the ringmaster’s eyes. I recognized the emotion in them immediately: exhaustion. He hid it well, but I am both a father and a businessman, so I saw right through the jolly songs and dances.

‘Unfortunately, at the time, I was dealing with a lot myself. My daughter Margaret, Emily’s mother, had fallen ill. Her husband and Emily’s father had run away from them two years prior because of his gambling debt. I have been supporting them in New Hampshire ever since, as we did not want to uproot Emily’s life after such a big change. But when the doctor told Margaret that she may not live through this, I rushed to New Hampshire.

‘I tried my hardest to keep her alive, but I failed her. She passed away a month later, making me promise her that I would take care of Emily.’”

At this point, Phillip was beyond confused on why this random man had told his life story to his brother. Daniel could see the confusion written on his face and assured him this story had a point. Phillip gestured for Daniel to continue.

“After giving my condolences about his daughter, Frank explains, ‘It was very hard, but I had to stay strong for Emily. My wife passed away before Emily was born, so I knew grief. I was preparing to move Emily to New York to live with me, but she refused to leave. For a week straight I tried to coax her into telling me why she did not want to leave. I was at my wit’s end when I was about to go into her room to talk, when I saw her with Rosie, the maid’s daughter.

‘Emily was crying into Rosie’s shoulder, and to my surprise, Rosie was holding her like a friend. It finally hit me why Emily wished to stay, she did not want to leave her best friend.

‘I figured she hid the friendship from me due to her mother wishes. The world is cruel to people like Rosie and her mother, Annie. Her mother wanted to keep them all safe.

‘It turns out that Annie’s husband had left her too, before Rosie was born. The pair bonded on that, and Margaret hired her as a in house maid and nanny. Margaret and Emily grew close to Annie and Rosie over the next few years and had become a little family.

‘I told Annie that I would love if she worked for me and Emily in New York. Annie deciding to take me up on my offer is what started my brand-new life. I do not know if you have children Mr. Carlyle, but hearing those girls laugh and run around my home has given me more joy than I thought an old man could have.

‘This all made me think back to your circus sir, especially with the similarity of names between our people. I started to inquire about the business and heard the circus was on hard times, no matter how hard Mr. Phillip Carlyle tried to hide it.’”

Phillip frowned at the point in the story.

Daniel ignored this frown and continued, “That is when, finally, he told me about his proposition.

‘Because of what this circus means to my family I want to help. While I hate to brag, I have more money than I know what to do with. I wish to sponsor the circus and help put the circus back in order. After that, if I see the circus continue to prosper for the years to come, I want to fund a tour across the country. People need the joy that this circus produces, and I intend on bringing it to them.’”

Phillip perked up on the mention of a sponsor. He never thought he could convince someone to back him and this craziness.

This is when Phillip asked, “What does this mean?”

He was not sure why he asked this instead of Daniel’s response. Maybe because that did not matter.

Phillip felt something build inside his chest: hope.

Anne could not figure out what was happening.

She was alone in the apartment. She had finished the latest book Phillip had brought her and was staring at the ceiling. For what felt like the hundredth time today, tears started to well in her eyes.

That is when she felt something in her lower back. It was not a kick from one of her babies, she knows that feeling very well.

Anne started to panic. And this is where, if Anne tells this story, she lost it. (Phillip would reassure people later that she had not “lost it”, but instead an instinct.)

Anne knew one thing and one thing only, she needed Phillip now.

She dressed quickly and rushed down the stairs. Well, as quick as someone has pregnant as her could.

Phillip had talked to every doorman at their apartment to make sure Anne does not leave. She may or may not have tried to make an escape a of couple times.

But miraculously, the man at the door was new. Phillip was so preoccupied with the circus right now; he had not noticed the newly hired man. She calmly waddled over to the man and asked for a carriage to be called for her. The doorman looked like he wanted to protest, but he needed this job and decided to do what the scary pregnant lady wanted.

Five minutes later, and with a little help boarding the carriage, Anne was off to her circus.

Phillip shakes hands with Mr. Frank Potter, the newest sponsor of the circus.

After Daniel’s long-winded tale, he told Phillip that Mr. Potter would be coming tonight to talk to him. Mr. Potter would also be bringing his family for a little tour.

The family arrived at 5 p.m. The woman and one of the girls wrapped heavily in a disguise. Once safely inside, Phillip saw that Emily and Rosie were probably only a year or two older than Helen.

Phillip gave them a tour of the circus preparing for the show tonight. P.T., Charity, Caroline, and Helen were present tonight as P.T. was taking Phillip’s place until after the babies were born. Frank was very excited to meet the man behind the circus, while the little girls were memorized by the acrobats’ shiny costumes.

Once the tour was over, Lettie and Charity talked with Annie, Rosie, and Emily while Frank talked with Phillip and Daniel.

The older man did not want much. First, he asked for free entry to the circus for his family and any of his guests, as if this was the most important part of the deal. He also expressed after helping the circus overcome the current difficulties, that he wanted to be updated monthly about finances. Frank explains that he desires to be a partner in the business, but not take it for himself. Finally, if they began touring, he wanted to go with them. He wanted Annie, Rosie, and Emily to experience life outside of the city.

Phillip was ecstatic! After years of working so hard to keep his family afloat, a miracle walked through his door. Frank Potter cared about this circus because of what it means to him, what Anne means to his granddaughter, and what he thinks this circus could mean to the world.

The brothers did not have to think much about this offer. One glance between them and the decision was made.

Phillip stood up and reached out to Frank Potter’s hand, “Sir, you have yourself a deal.”

Anne was sure at this point this was a mistake.

She had not been in a carriage in months. It felt too small for her and she was sweating profusely. There was no turning back now.

When Anne had finally made it to the circus and lumbered out of the carriage, she felt dizzy. She stumbled into the tent where the performers dressed, and Phillip’s office was located. As she stood there, in pain, sweaty, pregnant, and filled with worry, Phillip and Daniel walked out of his office with a man she had never seen before.

This man did not matter to Anne at the moment, only her Phillip. The person that she traveled for.

“Phillip!” Anne called as she took a few steps towards him.

Everyone turned toward Anne. She looked the wreck. She was red in the face, waddling slowly towards Phillip, her clothes barely fit her, and she looked like she was in extreme pain.

Phillip started to dash forward when the both stopped.

Water had stared to pour on the ground underneath Anne. The couple stopped in their tracks. The room went silent.

Anne’s water had broken.

Chapters: 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~ 6 ~ 7 ~ 8 ~ 10 ~ 11

End Note:

I realize this story is extremely historically inaccurate but if Hugh Jackman can do it, then so can I.

I am never intending to be offensive in anyway. If you have a problem with my fanfic, let me know.

Also, I wish I could tell you why I enjoyed writing Frank Potter’s backstory so much??

See you next week!

#the greatest showman #phillip carlyle #anne wheeler #Phillip x anne #zendaya #zac efron #my fanfics

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raisingsupergirl · 7 years ago

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Don't Worry About Your Teeth

I received some bad news last week. A huge publisher had been considering one of my manuscripts for almost a year, and on Thursday my agent emailed me saying they finally decided to reject it. Now, I've had plenty of novel rejections over the years, but this one stung a little more. Maybe it was because it was such a near miss with an amazing publisher, but I think it really hurt because it was a re-opened wound that had already healed.

If you're a writer, you know that feeling of hitting "send," and then waiting. You check your email an hour later despite knowing it takes months to hear anything back. You have daydreams about signing that contract. You have nightmares about opening that horrific rejection letter. The first few weeks are the worst because you've entered the helpless phase of the creation process. It's the worst. But even if you're not a writer, you still know what I'm talking about. Whether it's your final grades in school or your performance review at work, the waiting is the worst part because we imagine both the best and the worst scenarios. It's like staring at presents under a tree and being told you have to wait until Christmas to open them.

And I'd already gone through that period with the manuscript in question. I'd paced, pined, panicked, and finally put it behind me. I'd chalked it up as a, "No," and moved on. At least I thought I had. That is, until the rejection showed up at my door like an ex-girlfriend, grinning ear to ear as it broke up with me all over again. What a jerk.

But as bad as it was, it was still better than not knowing. I was sure of this because on that same day, I had a couple friends going through the same torture that I had suffered through. One friend was waiting on some medical results, and the other was waiting to see if she had been approved for a pet adoption. And both of them were practically (and maybe literally) pulling their hair out over the stress of the unknown. And even though I remembered exactly what they were going through, I couldn't do much to help them. Why? Because worry is a relentless emotion. At the time, it blinds us from the truth—a truth that our race has known since the beginning. Matthew talks about it in the first book of the Bible's New Testament, and Luke reinforces it:

"Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life?"

We know this. It's obvious. And yet, we choose to ignore the obvious and dwell on the what-ifs. And if we let them, they'll consume us.

Take teeth for example. The Tuesday before my novel rejection, my daughter had her first dentist appointment, but even though she had a fun time, her report wasn't great. Apparently, at 3 years old, she already has her first cavity. And it’s a bad one (despite eating a criminally low amount of sugar for a child). So much so that she needs to have it filled (and they're going to use laughing gas on her. It's going to be my favorite moment of 2018, so stay tuned). What's more, at my appointment the next day, the dentist told me that my gums had receded another millimeter, and if they got any worse, I would need a skin graft. Aaaand cue the nightmares about my teeth falling out for the next month.

Teeth are seriously the worst. We brush. We floss. We use mouthwash. We go to the dentist regularly and brag about doing all the things. And then genetics teams up with time and punches us in the mouth. Every day our dental hygiene is a reminder of our slow march toward the toothless jaws of death, and my 3-year-old daughter's journey has already begun.

There's a fine line between worry and awareness, but it's a solid one. We've already established that being worried does nothing but hurt us, but considering a situation wisely is totally different. If I say, "my teeth are just going to fall out anyway, so I'm just not going to worry about it," and then never brush again, using the money I save on toothpaste to buy Snickers, I'm fulfilling my own prophecy (and Snickers are probably hard to eat without teeth).

Life is full of examples just like this. Our health. Our weight. Our popularity. Our success. Our legacy. And in every instance, we should have a sober-minded approach—plan as necessary, implement those plans to the best of our abilities, receive the results with dignity, and repeat. Nowhere in that process is there time or room for worry.

Keeping all of this in mind, the one piece of advice I hope my daughters will listen to is this: Don't worry about your teeth. Brush, floss, and go about your business. If they follow that simple mantra, they'll avoid the majority of self-inflicted pain suffered by the rest of us.

And maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to take my own advice. Sounds like a good New Year's resolution to me. Yep, that's it. 2018 is going to be a worry-free year. Who's with me? Keep calm and carry on, that's what we're going to do… hey, that's pretty good. Somebody should make that into a slogan or something. It would be easier for us to remember.

#worry #teeth #anxiety #inspiration #bible quotes #rejection #momblr #mumblr #dadblr #1st dentist

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doctorwer · 7 years ago

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Quick and Dirty History of Middle-Earth Part 26 Part C

Part 26 Or So Let’s Play “What Were They Up To Before They Were Famous, Part C”

Names

Aragorn II (Revered King)

Thorongil (Eagle of the Star)

Elessar (Elfstone, given to him in reference to Arwen giving him her Elfstone)

Edhelharn (Sindarin equivalent of Elessar)

Estel (Hope)

Strider (Name used in Bree)

The Dúnadan (Name used by Bilbo)

Longshanks (Another Bree name. Reference to the fact that Bree humans had shorter legs than Aragorn with his Dúnadan heritage).

Arakorno (Quenya form of Aragorn)

Born: Third Age 2931

Age at time of Lord of the Rings: 88

He has too many names. Also, his birthday is March 1st! Anyway, his father was the Chief of the Dúnadan, the Rangers. As was traditional, Aragorn, the future Chef, grew up as a foster child of Elrond. But when he was only 2, his dad, Arathorn, was shot through the eye by an orc. Yikes. Elrond didn’t want it to get out that Aragorn was heir to Gondor and Arnor, so he changed his name to Estel and didn’t tell Aragorn who he really was. Growing up, he would go ranging with Elrohir and Elladan, so he had a good relationship with his future brother-in-laws! That’s good! When Aragorn turned 21, Elrond told him all about Gondor and the throne and his legacy. Normally, books like this would have us see the part where the freak out because they found out they’re royal, but we are able to skip that and pick up at the point where he was cool with it.

Leaving his mom in Rivendell (Oh, yeah. His mom’s still around), Aragorn started going all over the place. Rohan and Gondor and just everywhere. When he was 49, he met Arwen for the 2nd time in Lothlórien on the hill Cerin Amroth and they got engaged. So he’s been engaged since he was 49... and he’s 88 now... So 20 years later, Aragorn helps Gandalf track Gollum down. He does take a brief stop by Rivendell to visit his mother on her death bed. He was 70 at the time she died. After that, he caught Gollum, took him to Mirkwood, and caught up with Frodo!

Names

Théoden (King)

Horsemaster

Ednew

Born: Third Age 2948

Age at time of Lord of the Rings: 70

Théoden was the oldest son of King Thengel of Rohan. He had four sisters. Three have no names, but we learn the name of his favorite, Théodwyn. We only know her because she was also the mother of Éomer and Éowyn. Théoden didn’t speak any Rohirric, since he had been born in Gondor and spent his childhood there. Théoden spoke Common and elvish. Tsk. The elite coming in to rule; he doesn’t even know the language his people speak. After Théodwyn and his brother-in-law died, he adopted Éomer and Éowyn.

Théoden married Elfhild, who got pregnant and had a son, Théodred (they love to name the sons a name that sounds close to the dads. It’s all over the place). Elfhild died giving birth to Théodred. Théoden ruled Rohan for 40 years before Gríma really started to mess Théoden up. Little dick.

Before Gandalf joined the Fellowship, he went to Edoras to warn Théoden about Saruman and to ask for a horse so that he could catch up with the Fellowship. Of course, Théoden was still under Saruman’s control. Théoden told Gandalf to take any horse and GTFO. Gandalf picked Shadowfax, the bestest best horse in all of Rohan. Shadowfax was descended from legendary horses who could run really fast and really far without stopping. Of course, since Théoden told Gandalf he could take any horse, he couldn’t really say anything.

Names

Gríma (Mask, Visor, Helmet)

Wormtongue

Born: Whoooooo knoooowwwsssss

Age at time of Lord of the Rings: Probably old. He sounds old.

Gríma is a bit if a mystery. He was the son of Gálmód and a native of Rohan. Pretty simple after that. He became a spy for Saruman because he was promised he could “marry” Éowyn. He used his lies and literal poison and shit to keep Théoden under Saruman’s spell. Gollum had tricked the Ringwraiths into going to the wrong place to find the Shire, but they passed by Wormtounge. The Witch-king questioned Gríma, who was all scared and told the Nazgûl where they could find The Shire and that Gandalf had been through Rohan recently. With Saruman, Gríma’s fate is changed the most from book to film. But we’ll get to that later.

Names

Frodo Baggins (Wise by Experience)

Frodo of the Nine Fingers

Nine-fingered Frodo (What is with named people based on horrible maimings they suffered?)

Frodo Elf-friend

Ring-bearer

Born: Third Age 2968

Age at time of Lord of the Rings: 51 in the book/33-ish in the movie

OK, his age is one of the few things the movies changed that don’t fit well with the rest of cannon. In the books, Gandalf was gone for several years after the party, but Frodo stayed young because of the ring. Not so in the movies, where it looks like Gandalf has been gone a few months. Anyway, Frodo was the only child of Drogo Baggins and Primula Brandybuck. When Frodo was 12, his parents died. They went out boating and some say Drogo’s massive weight sunk the boat, and for some reason they couldn’t swim. Like, why go boating, then? SO, they both drowned. For a long time, Frodo lived with his uncle, Rorimac Brandybuck, Master of Buckland (Remember, that’s one of the three leaders of The Shire). Frodo was a trouble maker. Aw. Adorable. Bilbo adopted Frodo when he was 21. Frodo was 21. Bilbo was 99.

All the hobbits inter-marry to no end, so it’s hard to pin down the exact relationship between Bilbo and Frodo, but it was closer to cousin than uncle. But since Bilbo made Frodo his heir, it probably just seemed proper to call him Uncle Bilbo. Bilbo taught Frodo elvish and a lot of the history of Middle-Earth. The two even had the same birthday. Hobbits came of age at 33. I don’t know why, since they have the same average life spans as humans, 90-100. It seems like they don’t have very long time in the ‘adult’ age bracket. But since their entire lives just seem devoted to eating, drinking, and smoking, I guess they don’t need to be an adult for all that much. It’s not like they can’t drive a car until they come of age or they go away to college when they come of age or something. Anyway, when Frodo turned 33, Bilbo turned 111. Which is the birthday we see in the movie.

Name

Boromir (Steadfast Jewel)

Born: Third Age 2978

Age at time of Lord of the Rings: 41

The oldest son of Denethor II and Finduilas. When Boromir was 10, his mother died. After that, his father was a lot more unpleasant. Even though their father clearly liked Boromir better, Boromir and his brother, Faramir, were very close. Boromir looked after his little brother. So cute. He spent most of his time keeping Team Evil from crossing over into Gondor through Osgiliath. Boromir never cared to marry (make of that what you will). He preferred to fight in battles and shit. And he didn’t care about history, expect the tales of the great battles of old. He was a jock. Faramir and Boromir started having freaking dreams, so Denethor ordered Boromir to go to Rivendell for advice. Faramir really wanted to go. Sad thing is, since Faramir passes on the Ring in the book, if Faramir was the one who went, both brothers might have lived. Boromir lost his horse along the way and had to go the rest of the way on foot, which took 110 days. Ouch.

Name

Théodred

Born: Third Age 2978

Age at time of Lord of the Rings: 41

The only son of Théoden. His mom, Elfhild, died giving birth to him. Théodred was an officer type deal. Second Marshal of the Riddermark. Gríma tried to get Théoden and Éomer in trouble with the king, but they were just too loyal. They always followed Théoden, even if his orders were total crazy balls. Just before we first meet Éomer, Saruman assassinates Théodred. He had his orcs attack with clear orders to definitely kill the prince. There was a huge battle around the river and Saruman’s army that would latter attack Helm’s Deep were trying to get over the river. All this complicated military stuff happened and the strongest orcs charged Théodred at once, which is yesh. He died pretty soon after, but Team Good pushed the orcs back. If you watched the extended movie, you saw Éomer finding his cousin by a river. The regular movie just had Éomer riding up with some guy and then Théodred lying in bed, dying from poison, with Éowyn taking care of him. And then he’s dead. It’s very confusing without that river scene! Like, wait, he’s poisoned??? Why???? Who is he?????

Name

Samwise Gamgee (Simple Minded)

Born: Third Age 2980

Age at time of Lord of the Rings: 39

Ah, Sam. We all know and love Sam. Fun Fact: Tolkien has said that Sam was always intended to be the hero of this piece. Yeah, Frodo carried the Ring. But Sam was the one who saved us all. Mentioned because my sister was all “Blah, Frodo was a horrible hero” and I was all “…No, duh…Kinda the point…” In a letter, Tolkien wrote that Sam was the “chief hero” and he’s the only Ring-bearer to give it up with his own free will, and he ends up saving Frodo over and over again. I almost wonder if it was commentary on typical English ideas at the time? Like, I don’t know what they thought back then in England, but it almost seems like the English expected their heroes to be rich and smart? Like, look at C.S. Lewis’ work? But Sam is even called simple minded, and every character overlooks him and acts like he is less than them. Not in a mean way, but a “I’m from a well-to-do family and you’re a blue collar worker” way. Literally everyone in the Fellowship are nobles in some way except Sam. But, throughout the book, he:

was all sly and did recon re:Frodo to report to Merry

pretended to be asleep so he could listen in on Frodo when he was talking with an elf

was the only one not tricked by Old Man Willow.

he surprises everyone by reciting a poem about Gil-galad from memory

he invents his own song, on the spot

he’s arguably the most level-headed of the hobbits. Nothing much spooks him.

It’s a constant theme that people misjudge him only to be shown up later.

Anyway, Sam is the son of Hamfast “The Gaffer” Gamgee and Bell Goodchild. Sam is the only one of the four hobbits in the Fellowship not even remotely related to them. The rest are all cousins several times over and shit. Like I said. They inter-married out the wazoo. They were all upper class and Sam was lower class. Sam had five brothers and sisters and he lived on Bagshot Row, which was very close to Bag End. Bilbo taught Sam about elves and about the world out there and encouraged Sam’s love of poetry. He also taught Sam to read, which is treated like a big deal, so most of his family probably couldn't. Sam was a gardener, like his father. His father had been the gardener at Bag End, but was retiring and Sam was training to take his place around the time the movie started.

Name

Fredegar “Fatty” Bolger

Born: Third Age 2980

Age at time of Lord of the Rings: 39

Cut from the movie completely. He has a younger sister named Estella who one day marries Merry. He was in on the mission Frodo was on. He helped Marry, Sam, and Pippen secret Frodo out of the Shire. He didn’t want to leave the Shire, which is why he didn’t join them. His job was to stay at Frodo’s new house as a decoy for the Ringwraiths. Eventually, the Ringwraiths showed up, Fatty ran for help, and all of Buckland was woken by the Horn-call of Buckland, which chased the Ringwraiths out.

Names

Meriadoc “Merry” Brandybuck (Great Lord)

Merry the Magnificent

Born: Third Age 2982

Age at time of Lord of the Rings: 37

Merry was the only child of Saradoc Brandybuck and Esmeralda Took. He and Pippin were first cousins. Merry knew something was weird about Bilbo since he was 18, a tween (tween = hobbit culture teenagers. They stay tweens from teen years until they come of age at 33). He saw Bilbo going down the road, when the Sackville-Bagginses came up it. The wife of in this couple would be the hobbit lady that Bilbo mentions in the beginning of The Hobbit and is all “Damn bitch stole all my spoons”. Anyway, Merry saw Bilbo disappear, then reappear on the other side of a hedge. He also saw a glint of gold as Bilbo put something in his pocket. So Merry was pretty suspicious. Little snoop also stole a look in Bilbo’s private journal. Merry didn’t tell anyone what he had seen or learned, though.

He had an important role at the beginning of the book, but that’s cut from the movie. It doesn’t make a huge difference, just made Merry clearly the brightest in the bunch. In the book, Sam, Merry, and Pippin knew that something was wrong with Frodo. Sam was indeed eavesdropping under Frodo’s window that night. It was they were worried about him and Merry came up with a plan to have the three of them go with Frodo. Frodo was planning to move from Bag End to Crickhollow, a house much closer to the edge of The Shire. Frodo, Sam, and Pippen went to Crickhollow where Merry met them. Frodo was all “Dear friends, I cannot stay” and the other hobbits were all “Surprise, Motherfucker! We’re going with you!” Merry was the one who got all their necessary gear and bought their ponies. Then the story continued like normal. We can pretend that Merry did have that plan, but Sam getting caught threw everything off and they had to start before they planned to. Which is why Merry and Pippin were stealing from the field instead of waiting…Just go with it…

Name

Faramir

Born: Third Age 2983

Age at time of Lord of the Rings: 36

My poor baby Faramir. He was the second son of Denethor II and Finduilas. Faramir’s mother died when he was 5. Part of the issue was because she got weak after giving birth to Faramir and never really recovered. That and the fact that Faramir was pretty much a carbon copy of his mom, personality wise, led to Denethor disliking Faramir. Boromir was like their dad, proud and liked to fight. Faramir was more gentle and loved history and music, like their mother. Faramir also became friends with Gandalf, who Denethor hated and was sure was trying to take away his rule of Gondor. Which led to Denethor disliking Faramir even more. He became the Captain of the Rangers of Ithilien, who capture Frodo and Sam. His weird dream is what leads to Boromir going to Rivendell.

Name

Peregrin “Pippin” Took (People who Wandered)

Born: Third Age 2990

Age at time of Lord of the Rings: 29 (omg he’s older than Éomer and Éowyn)

Pippin was the youngest child and only son of Paladin Took II, Thain of the Shire, and Eglantine Banks. Remember that the Thain is the second of three main leaders in The Shire. Pippin and Merry were first cousins. He was also Frodo’s second-cousin, once removed and Bilbo’s first-cousin, twice-removed. Hobbits loved family trees, which is how they can say such detailed relations like this. His older sisters were named Pearl, Pimpernel, and Pervinca. I sense a theme, here. Keep in mind, a hobbit doesn’t come of age until 33, so Pippin was the only minor in the group. That justifies some of his more stupid actions, I guess.

Name

Éomer (Grand War-horse)

Born: Third Age 2991

Age at time of Lord of the Rings: 28

Another one of my babies. Éomer was the son of Éomund and Théodwyn, Théoden’s sister. When Éomer was 11, Éomund was killed chasing a bunch of orcs. After that, Théodwyn became sick and died. Théoden adopted Éomer and his sister and they went to live with their uncle at Meduseld, the Golden Hall. Éomer became good friend with his cousin, Théodred, and the two loved each other like brothers. After that, Éomer became the Third Marshal of Rohan. This means he led the group of defenders of east Rohan. So Éomer lived in Aldburg, a town in east Rohan. He was meeting with his uncle in Edoras when Gríma banished him.

Name

Éowyn (Horse-joy)

Born: Third Age 2995

Age at time of Lord of the Rings: 24

This is my girl, Éowyn. Éowyn’s a BAMF. How many of you can say you’ve killed an unspeakable evil at the tender age of 24. Hell, I’m 22 and the most I’ve done is graduate college. Gotta get my shit together in the next two years. Anyway, this would be the daughter of Éomund and Théodwyn, Théoden’s sister. She was only 7 when her parents died. When Théoden started to fall under Saruman’s spell, Éowyn had to take care of him. What she really wanted to do, of course, was prove herself on the field of battle.

Part 27 Or So Now Let’s Play ‘Where Are They Now!?’ (FINAL)

Quick and Dirty History of Middle-Earth Pt. 1

Note: Sources for all artwork can be found on the linked pages.

#lord of the rings #J.R.R. Tolkien #tolkien #eowyn #eomer #Frodo #Pippin #aragorn #merry #sam gamgee #faramir #boromir

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