#I'm not kidding when I say that one picture of his hands from the Phoenix show ruined me life

[c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s]

Vampire Wooyoung bc his veins are crazy and they make me think about ... vampires

[bobfloydssunnies]

there's a hole where something was...

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Reader (its not a main focus really)

Rating: PG they make some jokes but nothing crazy

Summary: The daggers find out about a couple little secrets Bob has been keeping

Word Count: 2k

Note: This was born from me talking about fall out boy songs I think Bob would listen to and then turned into this wonderful idea after talking about it with @bobgasm and @pinkdaisies9285

I am also posting this before I can talk myself out of it because I've reread it so many times in the last few days I'm starting to hate it just a little

(I may have hidden a couple fall out boy reference into this as well)

Since the mission months ago and the daggers getting stationed closer together more often than not this meant they would meet up and get drinks together. Every night out usually ended up with tipsy games of pool or just talking about life outside work and learning things about new friends. 

Somehow on this particular night out at the hard deck the topic of what everyone looked like when we were younger before their navy days had come up. Which is how we all ended up seated at the tables not far from the pool tables swapping phones around with everyone  showing off pictures of them at various stages of childhood and adolescence and everyone laughing at the questionable outfit choices or bad haircuts. Slowly everyone else had their turn and had left Bob to be the last one in the usual fashion because he had hoped staying quiet would save him from having to show off his own photos. “Alright Bob you are the only one left who hasn’t shared pictures so are we gonna see you in those dorky glasses as a kid of what” Jake threw out across the tables that had been grouped together for us. “No one wants to see them, trust me they are pretty boring compared to everyone else” Bob stuttered out avoiding looking at anyone at the table. Slowly everyone started begging to see pictures and poke fun at him for now wanting to show pictures of himself saying they couldn’t be as bad as some of the others we had seen from the others tonight. Eventually, Bob decided he had enough of the teasing and pulled his phone out, unlocked it, and started scrolling. After a bit of time he seemed to pause and look up at the table and he seemed nervous like whatever he was about to show us would change something. Jake caught on that he was hesitating to show the group his phone and snatched it out of his hand, “No way this is you” he exclaimed looking at the photo causing everyone to flock around him and the phone in his hand. Suddenly everyone was freaking out and throwing questions about his hair and the piercings on his face. “Is that really an eyebrow piercing?” Phoenix asked looking at her wso, Bob shrugged not knowing how to handle everyone asking things at the same time. 

The picture in question showed a younger bob with a lip ring on the left side of his mouth, a silver barbell eyebrow piercing on the right, and his hair outside his normal look with it the top being longer and dyed dark with the ends of his hair being dyed red while the sides were cut shorter. “Who knew the little wallflower had an emo phase”, Bob laughed at that knowing there were other things about him that would surprise them more like the tattoos he has hiding on his ribs and upper thigh or the 3rd piercing he’s still got but managed to keep hidden all these years. I smirked after seeing Bob’s reaction knowing exactly what he was thinking.  “What else are you hiding from us?” Bradley asked, noticing both our reactions. Bob gave me a look and I just shrugged back as if to say the ‘choice is yours’. “Let’s just say those are the only piercings I got done” he replied with a smirk, Bob was just messing with them now. Natasha watched you both like she was waiting for one of you to spill exactly what it was or where it was. 

The others seemed to have calmed down from the news that their quiet wso had a secret past and were now making a list of different piercings that they thought he could have. You both knew they wouldn’t guess correctly because honestly, they wouldn’t expect Bob to have his nipples pierced. Bob looked good with the lip ring and eyebrow piercing, but him shirtless covered with a little sweat showing off the little collection of tattoos on his ribs and the nipple piercings was a whole other vision to behold. The list of piercings and where they had been/are included his ears (varying types for this one), his tongue,his nose, someone suggested a belly button piercing and they didn’t seem serious about it but someone joked about having a dick piercing.

As the others broke off into little side groups dropping the discussion of what other secret their friend has, Bob took it as a chance to go get drink refills up at the bar and leave me to my own thoughts. It would be easy to show off the piercing Bob has hidden away just not in the current setting we were all in because there is no way to really do it without Bob taking his shirt off in the middle of the bar and Penny probably wouldn’t appreciate that. But since hearing the list of piercings and the theories that up from the discovery about their teammate I could stop looking the general direction of Bob’s chest and how someone hadn’t caught on to the not so subtle staring was amazing because Bob was dressed in a loose button up outside his usual casual t-shirt and some nice jeans. And since talking about him I couldn’t stop thinking about what he has hidden under his civvies and uniforms. Near me someone cleared their throat breaking me from my thoughts and making me look away from Bob while he leaned up against the bar waiting for our drinks , I looked over to see Fanboy who seemed glad to have caught me looking at Bob “any thoughts to share with the group” he asked with a grin “ these aren’t ones y’all need to know about Bob” I reply feeling a heat creep onto my face “oh having some fantasies about baby on board” Jake jokes “at least someone thinks about me like that” Bob shot back as he returned from the bar.

After that it went back to being a normal night out just having drinks and catching up and playing darts, singing at the piano with Bradley and of course taking over the pool tables. When they eventually started up the games of pool it let you pick the best spot to watch Bob as he leaned over the table to take shots. He seemed to have caught up to why you had exactly picked the spot you had or had caught you staring earlier before rejoining the group because he seemed to have no shame in trying to find way that made sure his shirt moved just enough to show more of his chest of than necessary or he’d move just right to have the shirt rise up a bit had show off just a sliver of his stomach. 

The current game was maybe half way through when a gasp fell from someone's lips you were unsure who’s but it seemed to silence the group and got Bob to look up from the shot he was about to take. A confused “what” came from the group but wasn’t answered instead I noticed Natasha staring at Bob from her place opposite him as the pool table “So nipples piercings is the other one you got'', Bob grinned “surprised Tash” he asked while pulling himself away from the table. “Gonna be honest, had you pegged more as a guy to go for a nose ring or maybe your ears” she replied smiling “I gotta keep y’all guessing I wouldn’t want to come off too boring” he joked. The others joined in joking about his choice of piercing and started asking a bunch of other questions about them. “Are you even allowed to have them like does it go against regs at all” Bradley asked “ I mean maybe but I’ve had them for awhile now and no one has said anything it's not like I can hide them really during physicals and med evaluations” Bob replied before standing next to you. “Why didn’t you get rid of them when you stopped wearing the other two?” Fanboy asked “Oh I got them after I joined and was done with basic and most of the training like I had a decent amount of leave saved up and just decided to do it one day” Bob explained like it was obvious. “Why are we just now finding out about them though like it’s not like its something easy to hide I mean I’m pretty sure we’ve all seen you change at some point at time in locker room or ready room at work” Payback asked from his spot beside Fanboy “I cover them up usually when I’m on base just to avoid people seeing them or any other problems like them getting caught or me forgetting to put in the right jewelry I’ve learned its better to prepare for a possible problem than to be unprepared and hope one doesn’t happen plus it make it easier for myself that’s some of why I wore my shirt that day during dogfight football before the mission” everyone was silent like they were trying to picture it or just come up with something else to say “you know I don’t think we’ve ever actually seen you shirtless” Jake said “thinking about Bob shirtless now Bagman” I joke “no, pretty sure that your job” he shot back “hey I don’t blame you I mean between the piercings and the tattoos it’s a nice view” I say looking at Bob, who had a flush to his skin after my comment. “Tattoos too!” “Oops” I said sheepishly. “It’s just like 8-10 small ones that are random little things on my ribs, and some on one of my thighs. It's not like some big piece," Bob said, shrugging it off. I felt a little bad letting it slip, he had tattoos but Bob didn’t seem to be upset with me and was just more uncomfortable to still be the center of attention.  

The pool game was long forgotten at this point and the conversation had moved to everyone talking about their own tattoos and what they were getting next or already had ( everyone learned Bradley has a little goose on his ribs for his dad). I pulled Bob a bit aways from everyone to let us both have a moment together away from your friends “I’m sorry for telling them about the tattoos babe” I say holding his hand. “It’s alright darlin they would have found out eventually plus all this coming out makes it easier to add the new stuff we’ve been talking about” he smirked. You and Bob had been talking about him getting new tattoos and maybe looking into some other piercings (once you find the time to look through the navy regs to make sure it wouldn’t cause any problems for him at work) and the more time you had spent talking about it the more excited you both got it was probably for different reasons but you both wanted to see the art on Bob’s body grow. After a bit of time alone Bob takes us back over to our friends who are still stuck on talking about tattoos and what they can and can’t get done because of the navy rules. Natasha notices us both and pulls me to the empty chair next to her making me drag Bob along with me “Hey Tash” I say sitting down, “I can’t believe you never told me about all this that’s what our hang out are for we talk about our partners” she said pouting, okay so she’s a little tipsy “Trust me Tash I wanted to but I know Bob hasn’t told you and I didn’t want to share incase he didn’t want you knowing for some reason” I tell her honestly. Bob it seemed like had been roped into answering Payback and Fanboy’s questions about how much piercings hurt to get done when I heard Javy ask the question of night I’m sure “So you gonna try and get any more things done or is this are far are you’re going with the look”. Bob looked over at me and winked before responding “Who knows maybe inspiration will strike soon and I’ll show up with something new”. 

[dumbkiri]

I know this isn't on your list on fandoms, but if this game falls under it please please please can you write this request!

Valorant Omen x Fem! Reader that is a radianite from experiments and she has the power like Tracer from Overwatch! I know he has memory problems and his background is pretty much hidden. But it would be cute if he had a wife and kid that he finds on the misison in ep 8!

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: You're so lucky I no-life Valorant! And I'm a Mercy Main lmaooo. This is my first Val imagine and I rushed this out with some mistakes. It's like you said Omen is a freaking mystery!! So hopefully this is to your liking!!

Val!Omen x Fem!Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭

“I’m still here, don’t worry.” 

A ghostly hand caressed the hood of his cloak, her faint touch making him crave more of her. 

“This job is wearing you down, my love. I think it’s time you come back home to me.” 

He could hear the caring in her tone, he could tell she loved him dearly. 

“Just don’t forget about me. Who knows what’ll happen to me if they come for me to get to you. I can tell they’re not done with Wisteria yet and I want you to know that I appreciate all that you did for me to get me out. Must not be easy doing these missions without me.”

He needed her to keep talking. This conversation, he remembers it. He’s starting to remember her and a little bit of what he used to be. 

“What am I saying? It’s hard living in the shadows, hiding the truth away from our employers. Do you still have your wedding ring? You were smart to say that we should wear it on our right hand instead of the traditional left. Truth be told, I wear mine on the left.” 

She laughed. 

“We vowed to keep each other safe. And this mission that you’re going to take on, I have a feeling it’s not going to end in your favor. Just my radar going off. So be safe, —---” 

No, what did she call him? Could it be his name? Say more, say anything! 

“Again, be safe. Phoenix and I await your return. Oh yeah, I have a surprise for you. I just hope you don’t freak out as much as I did.” 

Omen woke up from his slumber and a ball of yarn toppled from his lap when he sprung up from the chair. Quickly the table to his right flipped over when he let his anger out for not getting more information. He looked to the source of sound that woke him up and standing there with his hands up, Phoenix said, “Yo, I apologize for interrupting your sleep, but they’re ready to leave.” 

Omen looked at the mess he made and left it to be someone else’s job to clean it up. Right now, the mission and his group waited for him. Omen knew he had to be closer to the truth because that unknown woman’s voice kept getting stronger, getting more clearer. 

Pissed off, Omen briskly walked past Phoenix and the door automatically slid open to the main hallway. The sound of his heavy footfalls echoed in the silent hallway and he became occupied with the woman again. For now, the information he got in his naps was that, as bizarre as it sounds, they were married. He married that woman out of love and they did missions together until he got her out of their organization. 

Her call sign is Wisteria. Omen passed down that information to Cypher and nothing came out of it besides the word “TERMINATED” on the blank profile. She did exist and he knew deep down she was not dead. 

Another piece of information he attained was that Phoenix is a dog. She did not know of the agent Phoenix, the one that woke him up two minutes ago. Omen could not remember what kind of dog Phoenix was either. 

“Cypher found something, Omen.” 

Iso spoke up first, his back resting on the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Omen looked around and found Cypher typing away on the main computer pulling up a familiar profile. The profile of Wisteria popped out on the big screen with new information. 

“This profile updated last night and I knew you would want to know about it.” 

Cypher typed some more and multiple files began to open up with pictures of the woman from old missions to her most recent one. In her old missions, she wore an all black tactical gear with a Phantom in her hands. 

“Wisteria is an assassin that works for Hourglass. She has unique abilities that can rival your teleportation,” Sova said, “and she has a dog that fights with her.” 

“A dog?” Omen questioned and Cypher chuckled, a picture maximized from her recent mission popped up. She wore the same outfit, but right next to her with a black tactical vest on was a German Shepherd. Cypher zoomed in on the dog mainly focusing on the patch with the initials PHX in bold red, “The dog’s name is Phoenix and believe me when I say this, you do not want to fight this beast.” 

“Where is she?” 

Cypher turned his chair around and leaned over with a hint of mischief in his tone, “Protecting the boss. The recent mission in Morocco scared him so he brought his loyal dog to protect him in Indonesia.”

“Is there anything else we need to know more about?” Sova asked this time, the woman seemed to put Omen in a state of anticipation. Cypher remained quiet and his head tilted with a slight. Then he stood up from the chair with a cheerful, “No!” 

“Then let’s move,” Omen demanded. 

……

“Mama!” 

You stopped walking next to your boss and before you could turn around, a body jumped onto your leg and Phoenix let out a happy whine seeing her favorite human. You looked down in surprise to see your three year old clinging onto your leg and looking up at you with pretty [e.color] eyes. His hair was unruly as usual and you picked him up from the floor with a grin on your face. 

“Henry, how have you been? Emilia is a nice lady, right?” You sent a discreet glare at the woman in a white pencil skirt and a white blouse to match it. Emilia responded to your glare with a small bow, her stiff body reminding you that she was just following orders as well. 

“We got ice cream after I ate my food! We watched a movie too!” Henry excitedly responded and your boss put his hand on your lower back. His creepy touch sent shivers down your spine and you quickly set Henry down on the floor, ignoring his look of disappointment. 

“I’m sorry, Henry,” You apologized and pressed a quick kiss on his temple, “but I have to work right now. I promise, I’ll see you very soon.” Phoenix nudged Henry and the little boy’s frown disappeared in a flash. He scratched the back of her ears and she licked his face with a happy wag of her big tail. 

You watched with a small smile and said, “You know, Henry, since you’re here Phoenix can join you and Emilia. I’m sure the three of you would enjoy her company, she misses you a lot.” 

Henry looked up at you and wiped his face, “Really? But Phoenix is your protector, mama. She helps you beat the bad guys.” He stopped petting the dog and he looked down at the floor in sadness. “What if something bad happens and she’s not there to protect you?”

It should be the other way around, you wanted to say. If something bad does happen and those guys from Valorant are coming after your boss, you need to make sure Henry would be protected. Emilia was a skilled fighter, but against radianite agents…she  had no chance with them. Phoenix will be able to keep Henry well-protected. And you hoped the agents from Valorant have more heart than the ones working for Hourglass. 

“Nothing will happen to me, okay?” You ruffled his hair and removed a pocket off your vest. The velcro pocket connects to Phoenix’s vest when you pat it on her. “When you hear her growling low and quiet, make sure you give her a treat. She’s letting you know to hide.”

Henry nodded his head and rested his small hand on her head. You waved at him and walked away with your boss straight up to the penthouse. The elevator ride had been silent until the man spoke up, “It was a surprise to see Henry. I don’t recall telling Emilia to bring him over to the building.” 

“I did,” You said without hesitation. You slung the Phantom over your back and continued explaining, “I don’t need Phoenix to watch over me. I thought it best to hand her over to Henry.” 

“You doubt Emilia’s skill to protect your son?” 

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “Do you believe she can take on Radianites?” His silence confirmed your answer. Suddenly a shiver went down your spine and it didn’t go unnoticed by your boss. His words demanded you to find the intruders, “Go on then. Find them swiftly and end their lives.” 

……

The first intruder you found was a man with blonde hair and a bow as his weapon. You recognized him as Sova, his aim never seemed to fail him especially in crucial moments. But he lost an eye for a reason. “Are you good at hand to hand combat?” You flexed your fingers then closed them into fists. 

“I have experience.” He responded wary of you. He must know about your ability to teleport or ‘blink’ as you like to call it. You ran at him and he released an arrow your way. Before the tip of it could touch your shoulder, you blinked and appeared right in front of his face. Your fist connects with his jaw making him stumble a few feet away from you. 

He drew another arrow and you blinked out of its way then reappeared in the same spot. You put your hands on your hips and said, “Please just give up. I don’t have time for this.” 

“Neither do I,” This arrow sparked with electricity and it soared towards you with amazing speed. But despite his determination, you caught the arrow in your gloved hand. You wanted to mock him until the arrow sent a pulse of electricity through your system. You yelped and tossed the arrow to the side. 

Your body tingled, the feeling of fuzziness coursing through your body. You didn’t notice that you fell on one knee until you were looking up at Sova. “Nowhere to run,” He said quietly and drew his bow, swiftly he looked away from you and pointed it at the penthouse. 

“Wait, don’t!” You shouted and jumped forward. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. Your legs felt heavy and your heart beated in your chest rapidly. You charged right into Sova and you both rolled over one another on the rails of the crane. You ended up on top of him and pointed your ghost at his forehead. 

Then you dragged your wide eyes to the penthouse seeing your boss falling down the building. You could hear your heartbeat loudly in your ears and you felt the breath leave your body as you holster your pistol. You pulled your communicator from your breast pocket and contacted Emilia. 

“Jaguar, respond.” You pushed yourself off of Sova and gripped the communicator tightly in your hand. “I said respond!” 

A crackle sparked in the communicator and Emilia’s voice came through. The woman sounded remorseful, “I have orders, Wisteria.” 

You knew what she was talking about. Her orders, you remembered them when your boss forced you back in the organization. If you failed him, your son would pay the price. Emilia was his executioner. You could feel the tears in your eyes form, your voice wavering, “Don’t do it. He’s just a boy.” 

“I’m sorry.” Emilia replied back and this didn’t stop you from yelling at her. “Emilia, he’s just a boy!” Then you hoped the command you would give would be heard by your loyal friend. 

“Phoenix, guard!” 

Sova stood up and watched you give him a tearful glare in angry silence. Then you blinked twice across the sky into the penthouse, running past Omen without stopping. Sova felt conflicted yet he informed everyone to search the building for a young boy. 

……

Omen saw flashes of his past. How he came to be and who the responsible one was. It hadn’t been enough though. He needed more. 

“Fool. She’s going to hate you.”

Then Omen felt a wave of sadness and anxiety wash over him. A woman with [h.color] hair and watery [e.color] eyes ran past him with her Phantom gripped tightly in her hands. She spared him no glance and kicked the door to the penthouse down. 

“Friends. There’s a boy in danger, I believe it to be Wisteria’s son.”

Son?

 Omen ran into the circular hallway and watched Wisteria blink all around the floors looking for the little boy. She knocked down so many doors, jumped over the bodies he’s injured prior to all of this. Then she stopped on the fifth floor and he teleported right after she ran into the room. 

He could hear a dog growling and someone muffling their cries. Omen hesitated to walk into the dark room. Could he face her, his supposed wife? Omen peeked into the room and saw her hunched over on the floor, her crying being muffled by something. Phoenix lay down right next to her with a knife wound to her hind legs. 

Wisteria must have heard him take a step and she looked over her shoulder at him. Her [e.color] eyes softened and she ran up to him, holding an unconscious boy in her arms. “Please, you must know how to help him. He won’t…won’t wake up.”  

Omen looked away from her sad eyes to the gunshot wound in the little boy’s shoulder. “I can,” Omen hesitated, “I can take him, but we have to hurry. His breathing is getting shallower.” Omen could feel the boy slowly breathing, the essence of his soul fading away. 

There was no time for hesitation and Wisteria handed her son over to her enemy. Then she ran back to Phoenix, scooping the big dog into her arms. Phoenix whined out loud and Omen could hear Wisteria apologize quietly. 

“Follow me.” 

He wasn’t surprised that she kept up with him. The urgency in her soul seemed to push him to go faster. Her son’s life was on the line and he knew he must be the one to blame. She failed her mission to protect her boss and the punishment for that was the life of her son ending. 

……

Every Valorant agent, especially the young ones, stood outside of the infirmary with bated breaths. They have heard that the mission in Indonesia was a success, but an enemy had been invited to their base of safety. 

“So you’re telling me that Omen brought her in? Isn’t this against regulations or something?” Phoenix questioned, his British accent scratching the back of everyone’s mind. 

Iso rolled his eyes and sipped on his boba drink, “It’s more complicated than you think. Omen knows what he’s doing, we shouldn’t doubt his judgment.” 

The door to the infirmary opened up and Sage and Brim walked out with a confident posture. Sage gave everyone a look and sighed, “I should know better than to think you guys can give anybody some space.” 

“So how is she doing? Is she going to try to escape?” Jett asked, still on some kind of alert. 

Brimstone spoke up for the both of them, “It’s her son and dog that is injured. And no, we heard her story and we can say that she is not our enemy. Now get back to training or else I will assign some chores for you all to do.” 

……

Omen watched the door close and he looked back at Wisteria from the shadowed corner. She looked beyond tired and he felt bad for her. He could feel her sadness and confusion. Her hand slipped away from her son’s and she crossed her arms over her chest. 

“You’re not as sneaky as you think you are, Omen.” 

Her voice remained calm and he knew she was not mad at him for his intrusion. He stepped out of the shadows, his steps light and slow. She looked at him and gestured to the empty seat next to her where Brim occupied before he left the room. 

Omen walked over and took the invitation with not a word uttered. 

“I want to thank you for putting our differences aside, especially in a pivotal moment. I was so…so afraid you would turn away from me.” Wisteria admitted and Omen gazed at her. Her hands were tucked into her arms and she crossed a leg over the other. 

“Never,” He grumbled and a chord tugged at his heart. He knows his past self told her this and he needed her to recall their past for him, “I didn’t turn away from you before, I will never turn away from you now.”

She stared at him cautiously, but brushed it off to start off his interrogation.

“You must have questions about me or something if you’re lingering around the room.” 

Omen shifted in his seat and asked, “Do you know what happened to your husband?” 

Wisteria cleared her throat and followed his line of eyesight, she had forgotten that she took her bloodied gloves off. Her silver band reflects the ceiling light as she twirled it around on her finger, “Uhm, no. My former boss told me that he failed a mission and betrayed the organization. Then he threatened me to not look into the mission, so I know he’s out there somewhere.” 

Omen moved on to the next question, “You mentioned memory gaps, do you know your husband’s name at least?” 

“I do not recall. Ever since I joined the organization and got this ability, the experiments left me with blanks and a house burned to the floor. Not that it matters, we didn’t take many photos together.” 

“Oh,” Omen said dejectedly. Then he asked his third question, “And your son, his dad is the one who left, correct?” 

She took a shaky breath in and nodded her head, “Yeah, I felt extremely bad not letting him know about his son. When he went on missions, we did our best to separate our home life from his work. I was the only one who would contact him with voicemails and I hated the idea of disclosing my surprise on the phone. Little did I know, he wouldn’t return and now it’s been three years of raising Henry on my own.” 

Omen analyzed the way she held her tears back. Wisteria’s voice wavered, “God, I only hope that when I see him again, he’ll forgive me.” She wiped her tears away with a sniffle, “Do you think he would be mad at me? For not telling him?”

The shrouded man flickered in his seat and she noticed the troubled expression on his different face. “I’m..not…” Was now the right time to tell her that he’s her husband? Should he say he’s not mad? That for some reason, he could never be mad at her. She did what was right and did everything she could to protect Henry. 

“I’m not..sure.” Omen hated the way her shoulders slumped and the hope in her watery eyes vanished. She licked her lips and whispered, “Right, you barely know the guy. Anyways, why are you asking so much about him? Did he make you into this?” 

This? 

Wisteria gestured to his flickering form. His conflicted emotions messed up his concentration on maintaining his form. “No, someone else did.” 

“Well if you need-” 

“Ma..ma.”

Wisteria jumped up from her seat and brushed the hair belonging to her son backwards. She peppered his face with small kisses which caused the little boy to giggle. “Mama, that tickles!” Omen stood up and his heartstring tugged at the childish smile on the boy’s face. This little boy is his little boy. A sudden urge to protect him and the woman felt strong in his soul. 

“Wisteria, let Sage know if he needs anything else,” Omen told her and began walking away with heavy footsteps. The door slid open and Wisteria called out to him again, a pretty smile on her tired face, “You can call me [Name].” 

Omen hummed and tried her name out, “[Name].” His gravelly voice sent shivers down her spine in a good way and she blushed lightly. Then he gave her a curt nod, “I’ll let the other agents know that Phoenix needs rest and keep an eye on her for you.”

“Thank you.”

[topguncortez]

Phoenix and Cerberus beach day (with or without his daughter!)

Beach Day | Phoenix & Cerberus

Phoenix & Cerberus Masterlist | Opposites Attract Masterlist

synopsis: Cerberus decides to have a day at the beach, just him and his two girls

word count: 600

warnings: mentions of parental death

If you were to ask Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace if she ever saw herself being in a relationship with a man who had a child, she would've probably told you to fuck off. One, she wouldn't have believed you about being with a man, and two, potentially being a step-mother.

But here she was, helping set up a beach umbrella, while Cerberus was putting sunscreen on his daughter, Piper. Phoenix looked over at the two of them, a soft smile on her face. She hadn't realized how much the two of them looked alike until she had moved in with them about six months ago. It was like looking in a mirror when the two sat side-by-side.

"Is Alex gonna be here?" Piper asked, the faintest blush on her face.

"I don't think so kid," Cerberus said, capping the sunscreen and putting it in the swim bag that Phoenix brought, "Think you're just stuck with us."

"That's just fine!" Piper smiled, "Phoenix is cool!" Piper launched herself at Phoenix, wrapping her arms around her waist.

Phoenix chuckled and patted the girl's head, "Some say I'm even cooler than your dad."

"Hey!" Cerberus pointed, "Rude! I'm already out numbered here." Piper rolled her eyes and walked back over to her dad, giving him a kiss on the cheek, "Thanks, babydoll. Now, let's finish setting things up and head to the waves."

"You two go, I got this," Phoenix said.

Cerberus nodded at his girlfriend, before taking his daughter's hand. Phoenix sighed, and sat down on one of the beach chairs that they had brought. She felt content as she watched Cerberus play with Piper in the water, the little girl's laughter filling the air.

Phoenix never knew how much she could love a child that wasn't hers. Sure, she loved her sister Dragon's baby, and the Seresin and Bates-Machado kids had a soft place in her heart. But there was something about Piper that made Phoenix feel. . . different. She couldn't quite describe it.

Phoenix had decided some time ago, that she didn't want children. For her, it just not something she had dreamed of having. Phoenix wanted to live her life and have a career as an aviator as long as she could. She knew that it was possible to be a mother and a pilot, she was watching Dragon doing it right now.

But now, for some reason as Phoenix had learned to love and care for Piper, she felt some sort of motherly instinct. She felt the need to protect and provide for the little girl as if she was her own. Phoenix was well aware that she would never ever replace Piper's mom. She made sure that Piper's mom was respected in the house, putting up several pictures of her, Piper and Cerberus. She let Piper know that she was okay with talking about the loss of her mother, it was a sad similarity they both shared.

Cerberus and Phoenix had talked several times about what their lives would look like moving forward. Phoenix didn't know, but Cerberus already had a ring picked out and hiding at her sister's house. He couldn't even imagine a day where he didn't have Phoenix by his side. She was perfect, in every way.

"Phoenix!" A voice called out to her, snapping her from her thoughts. Cerberus had Piper on his shoulders, both of them having identical wide smiles on their faces.

"Come on join us!" Piper smiled.

"Alright!" Phoenix smiled, pushing up from the chair and jogging towards her family.

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“Blanket Fort Fluff” by kazoosandfannypacks

Pairing: Captain Swan Rating: Teen Word Count: 1788 words Summary: When Emma realizes Killian's never made a blanket fort before, she sets up a blanket fort for their next night-in together. Author’s notes: A few months ago, we were watching my cousin's young son, and I asked the lad if he wanted me to make him a blanket fort. He seemed confused by this question, and I realized his parents and uncle and aunts had all failed him, in that he had never had a blanket fort before. He was delighted when I made him his "very own room" with some tray tables and blankets. Always on the lookout for fanfiction ideas, I realized that our favorite pirate has probably never had a blanket fort before either, so I decided to write a fic to remedy that. Taglist:@zahara@kmomof4@jonesfandomfanatic@booksteaandtoomuchtv@jrob64@tiganasummertree@anmylica@teamhook@undercaffinatednightmare@gingerchangeling@lonelyspectator@caught-in-the-filter  @ultraluckycatnd  @cs-rylie @silver-the-phoenix @pawshapedheart  [if you’d like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!]

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 Killian sat on the couch next to Emma, his arm wrapped around her as she scrolled through the pin-interesting application on her talking phone. How Emma and Henry were able to focus on watching a moving picture show while also focusing on their phone screens was still a mystery to Killian.

 Emma's talking phone buzzed- a digital message from Henry, one with a picture.

 "You do realize your mother is actually right here in the room with you?" Killian asked Henry, who sat in his own chair a few feet away. "Why don't you just get up and show her whatever it is you want her to see?"

 "It's just easier to send a text message," Henry said, "Less work."

 "Makes sense," Killian said, secretly wondering how any step that involved using more technology was something someone could consider less work.

 He saw Emma smile at whatever it was Henry'd sent, then reply with a picture of a face that was laughing while crying. She showed the message to Killian; it was an image of text that said: "I've decided to no longer be an adult. If you need me I'll be in my blanket fort- coloring and eating fruit loops."

 "A fortress made of blankets?" Killian asked.

 "You guys didn't have blanket forts back in our world?" Emma asked.

 "Of course not," Killian said, "we had fortresses made of practical materials, like wood and stone. What's a blanket fort supposed to protect against?"

 "Bad days," Emma shrugged, "sadness, I guess?"

 "And adulthood," Henry tacked on.

 "Ain't that the truth, kid."

 "So kids in this realm just build forts out of blankets," Killian asked, "for fun?"

 "All the time," Emma said.

 "Fascinating." Killian said.

 He didn't bother trying to continue the conversation, as the movie was just getting to what Emma and Henry referred to as "the good part," the final confrontation between good and evil, and Killian wanted to give it his full attention.

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 That conversation was all but forgotten after a week, when Killian took Henry sailing to give Emma a day to herself. He then dropped Henry off at Regina's- and now Emma and Killian could have a night to themselves.

 "Emma, love," he called as he entered, "I'm home!"

 He was in for a bit of a shock when he entered the living room. It looked like someone had set up a tent over the couch. It was made of blankets, hung on a clothesline strung across the room, fairy lights from last Christmas strung along the blankets' edges.

 One of the blankets lowest to the ground moved, opening like a flap to reveal Emma peeking out underneath.

 "Surprise!" Emma said.

 "Indeed I am," Killian said, "what's all this?"

 "Remember when I told you about blanket forts?" Emma crawled out from under the blankets, wearing a robe and pajama pants.

 "Aye," he smiled as she walked over to him, "I take it this is one of them,"

 "Not too shabby, if I do say so myself." Emma placed her hands on his shoulders and gave him a kiss. "I figured it might be fun to do something special tonight."

 "Every night with you is special, love," Killian kissed her cheek, "I'll join you in the fort as soon as I've washed up."

 "Don't be long."

 "Wouldn't dream of it."

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 He'd noticed when he went upstairs that Emma had laid out his own fluffy robe and pajamas pants for him, as well as his slippers, so after a quick shower he changed into those, then hurried downstairs, not about to keep his Swan waiting too long.

 Emma was waiting for him at the entrance to their blanket hideout, holding a bag of microwaved popcorn

 "That was quick," Emma remarked, "I almost didn't have enough time to make popcorn."

 Killian smiled. "You'd be surprised at how motivated a pirate can be when he's got a blanket fort and the most beautiful woman in all the realms waiting for him."

 He gave his wife a kiss on her now blushing cheek. Ever looking for a chance to be a gentleman, he took the bowl of popcorn from her so she wouldn't have to carry it herself.

 She smiled and pulled back the "door" to their fortresses and gestured for him to enter first. He did so, and she followed after him.

 He hadn't expected it to feel so much cozier than the blanket fort than it usually did in the living room- and yet, something that felt like home hit him as he walked into the blanket walled room, which contained the couch, a pile of pillows and blankets in front of it, and more fairy lights around the inside.

 "In the spirit of nostalgia," Emma said, taking his hook in her hands and dragging him across the fort by it, "we'll sit on the floor."

 "And color in a coloring book while eating fruit loops?" Killian joked as he followed Emma to the pile of pillows and blankets in front of the couch

 "I was thinking I could pull up a movie on my laptop, and maybe we could have popcorn and snuggle instead," Emma said.

 "Aye, I like that plan," Killian smiled.

 Emma took a seat on the floor, and Killian followed her down. He found a comfortable position reclining against the back of the couch, and it soon became a lot more comfortable, as Emma sat down next to him, nestling into his arms like they were the only place she could possibly belong.

 Emma pulled out her laptop.

 "What movie are we gonna watch tonight, love?" Killian asked.

 "I don't know," Emma said, "picking which movie we watch every time is such a huge responsibility."

 Killian could tell she was being sarcastic, but he still understood the sentiment. As much as he wished he could be more helpful in picking movies, he really knew nothing about the topic in question at all.

 "In the name of nostalgia," Killian offered, "maybe a movie you liked as a kid?"

 "That narrows it down," Emma rolled her eyes, then looked at him and smiled as she added, "but I appreciate the suggestion."

 "I just wish I could be more help."

 "You're all the help I need," Emma said, patting him on the leg.

 Killian pressed his forehead against the side of her head and took her hand. "And you're all that I need." he whispered.

 A slightly flustered smile crept across her face, just as Killian had calculated would happen, and she set her laptop down and turned towards him, so their noses brushed against each other.

 "You're all I need too," Emma said.

 "The most incredible woman in all the realms needs an old washout like me?" Killain thought, shaking his head and smiling.

 "What?' Emma asked.

 "Have I told you recently that your eyes sparkle like the morning dew on the grass?" Killian asked, brushing his hair out of her face with his hook, "Or that your smile is like the silver lining in the clouds after a week of storms? Or that your hair shines like the sun in winter, and that flush of red creeping across your cheeks right now is the most beautiful color I've ever laid eyes on?"

 Emma placed her hand on his neck.

 "I don't know," she replied, "have I told you recently that your eyes are like a dip in the lake in the summer? That your hair's like a field of flowers that I just wanna run through," and she slid her hand back and her fingers charted their courses already through his hair, "and that your lips are like a ship, like a home I want to fall into?"

 Now he was blushing too, trying as he may to keep his cool.

 "I believe you have, love," he said.

 "Have I?"

 "At least once or twice- but about that last line," he then tapped her lips, then his, with the flat of his hook, "something about falling into my lips?"

 "Oh?" Emma leaned forward, her smiling lips hovering next to his, just close enough to drive him mad. "And what was that?"

 Killian smiled, "I think you know," he raised an eyebrow.

 "Do I?" she raised an eyebrow in return. "Do I really?"

 "Now you're just toying with me," he said, "you know how it gets to me when you play coy with me."

 Emma's smile widened, "You wanna kiss me so badly it's almost pathetic."

 "I don't want to kiss you badly," he said, letting go of her hand so he could cradle the back of her neck instead, "I want to kiss you well- oh so very well."

 Her breath spiraled across his lips like a hurricane, and her fingers twirled around his hair and twisted across his neck like they'd gotten caught in the storm. She smiled, then whispered, "Go for it."

 She didn't have to tell him twice. He pulled her lips into his like the tide draws a ship to her home port, less like he was pulling her and more like he was leading her exactly where she wanted to be anyways.

 And it was right where he wanted to be too. Half a decade ago, he wouldn't've dreamt of a moment like this one- holding Emma Swan- his wife, Emma Swan- in his own two arms, in the living room of their house, her lips on his, her hands on his neck, wanting to be here, wanting to kiss him, to hold him, to love him! In two centuries spent trying to get what he wanted, he never would've guessed that what he wanted was as simple and beautiful as this.

 She slid her hands down to the edges of his robe, pulling him even closer than he already was, curling her lips even tighter around his.

 He shifted her ever so slightly, Emma giggling a little as he laid her down, her head now resting on the couch, himself almost laughing as well as he wrapped himself around her. His lips stayed on top of hers, his face on hers, his chest on hers- his heart on hers.

 "Oh," she sighed. She let go of his robe, only so she could run her hands underneath it, all along his chest and back, tracing out routes she was well acquainted with. "Thanks for the help."

 "Help with what?" he asked, with a low voice, and with messy kisses as his lips danced across hers.

 Emma wrapped her arms around him tighter, pulling him even further onto her, then left his lips so she could plant a field of kisses just below his ear, before whispering a response into it.

 "I don't think I'll have to worry about picking a movie tonight."

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Wonderful Christmastime | J.C.M

Summary: Javy invites you to a Dagger Squad Christmas party, leading to a kiss under the mistletoe.

Pairing: Javy "Coyote" Machado x f!reader (no use of Y/N)

Content warnings: Pre-established relationship, fluff

Going to a Christmas party wasn't something that you really planned on for the holiday season. You had never really been a "social butterfly", but when Javy asked if you wanted to go with him, you couldn't say no. The party started about halfway through your work potluck, so you knew that you would be a little late. Javy accidentally added more stress to the day because he forgot to tell you about the white elephant gift exchange that would be happening later in the evening. The budget was thirty dollars, so you bought a can of beans and a Chipotle gift card. (Everyone likes Chipotle.)

"Coyote, where's your girl?" Fanboy asked. Javy pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at your last text.

"She's on her way. She had to get something for the gift exchange. I feel like a bad boyfriend because I forgot to tell her about it until late last night."

You sent him your location as you pulled up to the address and grabbed the gift. Once he told you that you were at the right place, you started to head inside. Javy greeted you with a hug and a quick kiss before introducing you to everyone. You instantly got along with Penny and Rooster's girlfriend, which was good.

The party was a nice break from being around little kids all day. You loved working at the library, but being around kids during the holidays was always difficult. Today had been particularly hard because Santa decided to come for a visit. It was days like that that didn't make you miss being a kid. These kinds of things - pictures with Santa, pictures with the Easter Bunny - made you want to apologize to your parents for what you made them deal with when you were little.

Everyone enjoyed a meal before it was time for the gift exchange. Penny told you where the bathroom was and you went to take care of yourself. The group used this as the perfect time to put up some mistletoe under the archway where you would be walking.

"Hurry up! I'm pretty sure I just heard the toilet flush!" Rooster whisper-yelled. Fanboy put one final piece of tape on the mistletoe before quickly putting his chair back. You mindlessly walked out of the bathroom, complimenting Penny on how nice it was when everyone told you to stop.

"What is it? What's going on?" You asked.

"Baby, you're under the mistletoe," Javy said. You started to giggle and felt a rush of heat to your ears and neck. He walked over to you and put his hands on your shoulders.

"You okay with this?" He whispered. You nodded your head and it wasn't long before he dipped you and went in for the kiss. The group was cheering and clapping when you went back to your seats.

The gift exchange went well. Watching everyone tackle Maverick for a can of beans with a Chipotle gift card taped to the bottom of it was the highlight of the night.

"I can't believe you hit me for a s'mores kit!" Hangman yelled.

"I would do it again for nothing," Phoenix said.

The statement sent everyone into a laughing fit. At the end of the party, Javy showed you a picture of the two of you kissing under the mistletoe.

"It's like that World War 2 picture," Rooster said.

"Yeah, but they didn't know each other," Bob added.

"I hate that you know shit."

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no but genuine question... how do the von karmas celebrate mother's day, if they do at all? i'm assuming it was different for everyone. the mental image of a little manny making pancakes for his ma is very cute and little nikolle making up a card full of glitter and hearts for the best mom (and prosecutor) is heartwarming. just leave it to nikolle and phoenix (bigger phoenix?) and unicorn.

biggest flex is gandulf having three moms and his kids having three grannies, go webers!

Truth be told, I haven't thought about it much, so while I have been Stardewing some Valleys, I have been thinking about it. (It does help that I have recently added the Ridgeside Village mod and have been meeting the Amethynes. The butler is unfortunately not romanceable and neither is the grumpy scientist at the river, but oh well, my farmer is already married, we don't have to make this into a dating sim, just this once.)

I don't think Frieda got to know her mother much, so she didn't get to really celebrate Mother's Day... which is probably why it wasn't much of a thing for her.

Herman and Siegfried grew up attending a public school. A very good school, but still it brought up teachers having certain expectations about what is celebrated in families, and so they both had to make "Happy Mother's Day" card every year in their Crafts & Arts class. Mother Frieda thought the result a garbage and the boys did completely agree with her, but they still had to make them. So they made a tradition of ceremoniously throwing out the cards or paper flowers or whatever dust-collecting decoration the teacher had them make, and instead they were allowed to paint something with Frieda's oils or temperas or watercolors, and if it was good, Frieda hung it up in the gallery for a year and then replaced it with whatever they made next year. Siegfried was a disaster with paints, though, and since he quickly got out of the house to study abroad, his pictures had never quite made it.

Friedrich and Manfred most likely had to deal with private tutors and as such their mother got to have a say about that. Therefore they had probably practiced a short poem of a noteworthy poet and showed off some musical skills. There probably were pancakes for breakfast as a celebration, but I don't think that Manfred actually got to cooking until he was an adult trying to live on his own. But once he was an adult and visited his mother, he definitely made pancakes for breakfast, Mother's Day or not, because he was happy to see her. (Herman probably never got pancakes made specifically for him. He was respected, he was obeyed, he was feared, but frankly both of his children had to reach the conclusion that they would have been better off without him, at least mentally.)

Wolfgang and Markov (and Siegfried) celebrated with their mother with a picnic outside. Once they were old enough to carry some responsibilities and be allowed with a sharp knife without supervision (here Siegfried disagreed that five was old enough, but he conceded that fine, sharp knives and going alone on public transport only once they start attending the elementary school), it meant that they prepared and planned the picnic and took care of mother's duties for the day. Hence Markov knowing how to do laundry and knowing that he absolutely hates it.

Helena, Leonore and very baby Franziska probably also got to celebrate with pancakes, the secret of the perfect von Karma pancakes passed down from Manfred to the eldest daughter and from thereto the younger ones. then Ms. von Karma was tragically lost to the world before Franziska was old enough to fold a frying pan without being outweighed and outbalanced by it, so she might have never actually learned how to make the perfect pancakes. It's not like Manfred kept his personal cooking notes in public access...

Gandulf, if he rememberes when Mother's Day is, gifts his mothers decorations that eh hand-made. As a young boy it was exactly that kind of dust-producing trinkets Frieda hated, but nowadays it's intricate engineering stuff, and actually last year he named after his mothers the three core segments of the space probe that was sent to monitor the moons of Neptune!

Nikolle (besides being taught the pancake secret) always pick a theater play or a concert, purchases the tickets from her allowance (and as she gets older, from her savings from her part-time jobs), and they attend as a family. One year she tried to have a teenage rebellion and picked out a death metal band only to find out later when Arnborg was "randomly" picked out of the crowd and pulled on stage that a) her dad can absolutely shred it, and much to the horror of both the ladies, b) said dad used to be a member of the band long long time before she was born, back when he was still attending the university. Since then Nikolle does a thorough background check on whatever she wants to attend.

Ilse, Jörgun and Gretchen do not celebrate Mother's Day on the accounts of their mother not living with them anymore. Ilse and Jörgun used to celebrate it by performing a dance number and taking over the kitchen, but that's pretty much it.

Not to speak for Vani regarding Keks, but if Edith got to have a say about Mother's Day, it was "Don't."

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Ch. 30: Two Weeks Later

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

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Work had kept not only you busy, but also Jake and Phoenix since you hadn't heard from either one of them.

You were working in the lab that afternoon as you took out a dead raccoon that had bit a kid from the freezer. Sadly, checking for rabies, the animal had to be dead before you could get the results.

You were just getting ready to start the autopsy when a wave of dizziness and nausea hit you. You closed your mouth, trying to control the vomit you felt rising up through your throat, but to no avail, you grabbed the garbage can next to you and threw up mornings breakfast. Thankfully you hadn't started anything.

"Y/N. You okay?" a familiar male voice asked.

You turn around and see Scott standing behind you. He must have come in while you were throwing up in the garbage.

"I'm fine." You take the nitrile gloves off of your hands, throw them into the trash can you were just bent over, and walk over to the sink. You turn on the water, scoop water with your hands and try to get the vomit taste out of your mouth.

"You look a little pale."

You dry your hands and mouth with some paper towels. "I said I'm fine." You throw the paper towels in the garbage and grab another pair of nitrile gloves. You start putting the gloves on as you walk back over to the table.

You open the bag and pull out the raccoon. "Is there something you need, Scott?"

He cleared his throat as he watched you start to cut open the animal. "I just came to apologize about the other day."

"Don't worry about it."

"Y/N. You deserve to be happy."

"I am happy."

"How when you haven't seen him in three weeks?"

You put the scalpel down on the table and turned to him with an exasperated sigh. "The respect I had for you is really starting to become really low."

"You never thought about anyone but Christian since I've known you. Then, you go on a vacation, and you come back married. I've been there for you for the past two years. What does this guy have that I don't?"

"First of all, you didn't know my first husband and you definitely don't know my current husband. Let's just say, you're lucky neither of them is here now. Secondly, I never asked you to be there for me. EVER." You could feel the anger in your body rising.

Scott put his hands up. "I didn't come in here to start a fight. I just came in to apologize."

"Well, you're doing a shitty job of it. So, get out of my lab so I can do my job."

You watched as Scott turned around and walked out of your lab. As soon as the door closed, you turned back to the raccoon on your table.

It was after 8 pm when you got home, and Montgomery greeted you in the mud room.

"Are you hungry, Doctor?"

"No. I grabbed something earlier but thank you." You showed him the empty Subway bag.

"I can take care of that for you."

"I got it but thank you. Go get some sleep."

"You as well, Doctor. You look like you may be coming down with something." He left the mudroom. As soon as you didn't hear his footsteps, you opened the bag and took out the home pregnancy test. After the episode in the lab, it clicked in your head to check when your last period was, and you were late. You threw the Subway bag into the mudroom garbage and hurried to your bedroom. You closed your door and then went into your En suite bathroom. You started taking off your clothes to take a shower, but you opened the kit, set it up, and quickly used the toiled to pee on the stick. When you were done, you set it on the bathroom counter and stepped into the shower.

The hot water trickled down your body trying to relieve the tension you had dealt with that day, but your mind prevented that by replaying the episode with Scott in your lab today.

The last time you took a pregnancy test, you were shocked and excited. You and Christian had started trying after you had gotten married, but it had taken three years. The day you had gone to the Doctor's office to confirm it was the same day the Army came knocking at your door that Christian had been killed.

Maybe Scott was right. Maybe you needed someone safer, but little Christian didn't like Scott. He took to Jake like it was natural and Christian loved Jake.

You sighed as you washed your hair and body and then turned off the water. You grabbed the towel hanging outside the shower door and wrapped it around your body as you walked over to the bathroom counter.

You picked up the pregnancy test and in bright digital letter you read it:

This time it only took a couple of weeks with your hot new husband.

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This is slightly more than 500 words but there was an Attempt;

Before she can say anything, though, he's already walking over, setting his stuff down lightly on the counter. Then, he reaches for a pocket—she thinks it's a pocket, anyway; his hand moves too quick to see exactly where—before producing a pristine, ice-blue, very new iPhone.

She is, suddenly, stupidly conscious of her ancient little dinged-up Moto. She definitely doesn't scoot it away behind the register, wtf. If Little Mx. Hipster-Possibly-Kidnapper has something to say about it, he can say it to her face.

But after just a few seconds rifling around in his messages—he only turns the phone around to her.

Most of the screen is taken up by a photo. A selfie, showing a tall punk-type boy—oh, definitely cute—standing behind a girl, teeny-tiny, who's gleefully taking the picture in front of what looks like a bathroom mirror. These two are definitely festival crowd; she knows the rennfaire type, she is the rennfaire type, she's pretty sure she's seen that exact green hair/deer makeup/fairycore combo in Phoenix last year. She realizes, with a pang: oh, no, these kids actually look kind of cool.

There's a message attached. The guy wants her to read it, evidently, scrolling down for her after letting the photo sink in. It immediately makes her feel roughly eight thousand years old; it's spelled so haphazardly, chock full of dumb fancy alternate characters that aren't even ~aesthetique.~ She half has to sound it out to make any sense of it.

There, your proof. Nari ſays to tell you ſhe's a Legende at babysittinge, actually, & also to ſtop worryinge; because we are fine, thou greate nuiſance (her wordes, not myne).

She ſends also this meſsage, that I'm pretty sure can't be put in letters, but whiche after manye obſcenities (also hers, honeſt) ſeems to ſound roughly like—

The messages continue on for some time like this—mildly irritated, definitely written by a teenager (seriously, who spells that badly on purpose?), way too personal for her to want to keep reading. But she has to admit: they don't seem entirely antagonistic.

Something still nags at her. Wanting first to protect the girl, and her weirdly familiar-looking kid chaperone. But...

Jasmine thinks back, suddenly, to when she was eighteen. To when she'd made it all the way to Bakersfield, sniffling and red-eyed and panicked but still, somehow, scraping together the bus fare, foolish gay heart stuck like a fishbone in her throat. Her mom had kept texting all through the night, no matter how hard Jasmine had ignored her, terrified at the imagined contents of all those unread messages.

She remembers, too, when her mom finally caught up to her. How good it had felt, when she'd finally let herself crumple into those strong brown arms.

Oh, she thinks. Oh, God dammit.

She takes a deep breath. "Alright," she huffs. More to herself than to him. "I—okay. Alright. Whatever. Say I believe you." She tries to make her voice stern, as if her decision hasn't already been made. "What makes you think they passed this way?"

(On an unrelated note: it is so nice to have text formatting options in asks now!)

ikr!! what a time to be alive 😂 and ooo, what a juicy snippet to start us off. and from a fic i never expected to become so fond of!

the entire premise of a sip from the devil's cup is "how can i make the stupidest concept imaginable (dread ancient ice jerkass unconsciously grooving to britney spears in a 7-eleven) actually kind of tender," so it gave me quite a lot of room to play with character and detail (two of my favorite things). the first of these, at least to me, is why does skrael have an iphone? well: the easy answer is that he can't get annoying texts from douxie without one, and my priorities are impeccable. 😂

the slightly more complicated answer is: phones are a really powerful signifier. of course he has an iphone, because he's not paying for it and these are the species of device most loudly touted as The Best. of course he has a blue one, because it's got to Match. (would bellroc have a red one? ah...) once he's had it for more than a few months, you bet your ass he's going to have a perfectly normal number of phone charms. he keeps it in hammerspace because that's where he keeps all of the little things he needs to hand, or at least all the things that don't fit on the little chatelaine i imagine him with; he's trying to pretend to be a normie in this obviously human store, but not, like, very hard, so even though the magic isn't ostentatious he definitely still uses just straight-up magic to bring it out. jasmine can't quite see it clearly for what it is because she doesn't quite realize, yet, that such magic exists, let alone right under her nose. ╮ (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) ╭

a lot of the fun i had writing jasmine, tbh, comes from being on the cusp of—but not yet slipping over into—that realization. it's very close to the fun i have writing barbara, tbh. she's—i actually had a lot of trouble trying to hold myself back from inventing jasmine's backstory, as you can see from the bit about her being a gay teen runaway! this aspect of her in particular resonates very strongly i think with some advice you gave me once about foils and complements. but again, also: so, so much of what i love about characters like this is looking at how reasonable, average people react to…decidedly un-average circumstances! even before jasmine catches True Sight in the mirror, she can tell something is up. but even if the guy is weird…she can tell, too, he's trying not to cause too much trouble. and then the incomprehensible ancient divine/monster meets the everyman modern mundane/human in the middle and alchemy happens.

…or something like that, anyway. 😂 there's also a lot to be said about humanizing the divine/monster in this—of course jasmine feels how he misses nari, how soft he is about bellroc, all of that after he unequivocally burnt down the apple store, god—but also about making the mundane exceptional? jasmine knows she's taking a risk by helping this stranger. she works among The Public, in a very specific field! but at the same time, she remembers what it was to have run from her own family. while she knows it's not the same for everyone who does so—i think i did a decent job showing her hesitation, here—she chooses to believe the best of this very strange and frankly offputting person she's never met before. one of my absolute favorite brands.

(there's probably a whole separate commentary track for whatever's happening with douxie and nari here, but unless someone's curious, i'll just say: i had a TOTALLY NORMAL amount of fun figuring out where all those long esses should go. 😏)

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3. ONE DAY IN YOUR LIFE.

- There's no way you just came back to the dorms after leaving the pub – Natasha said as we brushed our tooth, her mouth full of foam – I saw you getting away with Coyote.

I looked at her for a moment. I may not remember ever single detail of the previous night, but I'm sure I was sober enough to avoid doing something stupid or that I would regret later.

- We just walked on the beach, that's all. – I guaranteed.

- I'm not buying it. But since you're saying, all right. Just be careful and... I don't know, don't be confused?

What? I thought as she left me behind, coming back to our shared room.

The new room looked pretty much the same as my previous one, the only difference was that now I had just half of the space and didn't bring all of the photos I had there. Still I brought my favorites with me: the ones with my dad, with Bradley, and the only one I had of my mom and my grandma together.

I went back right after Natasha, we still had half an hour or so to be ready and meet everyone else. It didn't take much for me to put my clothes on and make my hair look as perfect as possible – since we should look presentable; and also I didn't mind wearing any makeup, not even a lip tint 'cause it was never my kind of thing.

As usual I took a look at the pictures before leaving the room – again –, going after Natasha who was waiting for me.

- Alright, I said I wouldn't say anything anymore, but I really think Coyote has a crush on you – She stated as we started to walk in silence for too long.

- He really has a crush on you? – Bradley popped out of nowhere, joining the conversation.

- What? No! I mean, I don't think so? He's just a good friend, that's all.

- You two aren't even friends.

- Plus, the way he talks with you is different. – Natasha completed with a grin.

I rolled my eyes, laughing at them.

- Keep an eye on him and you'll see what I'm seeing, I'm telling you.

- Noted. – Bradley answered, giving us space to pass through the door before him. What a gentleman.

- You all are freaks!

We were the first ones to arrive at the hangar; we met Bob along the way, and he was, for sure, a morning person, the kind to contemplate the sing of birds, the sunrise and all of that. The smile on his face never left; I have no idea how he could be in such a good mood so early in the morning, still there he was.

Phoenix sat beside him while me and Rooster sat side by side across the corridor. The other pilots arrived not so after, everybody taking their own seats, sitting together or just by themselves. It was really silent since the ones talking were whispering to each other, especially because Vice Admiral Cyclone was already there, and by his side was Rear Admiral Warlock with some papers in hand.

- Have any idea of who's gonna teach us? – Rooster asked me.

- I mean, we are the best out there. Must be the best of the best. – I shrugged.

- I'm already here, and no, I won't teach anything to anyone – Hangman answered out loud as he turned to face us.

I took a deep breath, trying my best not to give him an inappropriate answer. I just smiled, nodding like you do with a kid when they're talking about how amazing the tooth fairy is to give them a coin in exchange of their teeth.

- Attention! – Rear Admiral said out loud making us get up to do the greeting.

- Good morning pilots! – Vice Admiral greeted, signalizing for us to take our seats back – Welcome to the detachment of special training. You are graduated from Top Gun, the elite, the best of the best. – Some of us started to smile proudly, changing the expressions as they heard what Warlock said right after:

- That was yesterday. The new 5th generation of the enemy changed it. We don't have many details but know that we aren't in technology advantage anymore. The success now depends exclusively of the man, or woman, in the cabin.

Hangman turned to face Phoenix, he was always provoking her with this kind of things, as if she would really care. She was discrete showing him her middle finger, which made me suppress a little smile.

- Half of you will be selected – Warlock continued – one of you being the leader of the mission. The other half will stay as backups.

Hangman looked behind him again, this time to glance at Rooster and I with his annoying yet trivial grin. I took a side look at my best friend, noticing that he didn't change his unbothered expression at all.

The Vice Admiral walked to the side of the podium, giving space for the person about to come.

- Your instructor graduate at Top Gun and has real experiences in every aspect of this mission. His accomplishments are legendary, and he is one of the best pilots this program has ever made.

- Everyone knows Commander Kazansky can't do this anymore, so how...? – Rooster whispered in my ear.

- You really think he's the only one that skilled?! He may have his name on that plaque, but I know someone who would have obtained that place if it wasn't for the circumstances...

Rooster hadn't had time to say anything else, we all heard footsteps as Vice Admiral Cyclone were already introducing the newest instructor.

- The qualified pilot: Pete Mitchell, codename "Maverick".

Just the sound of his last name made everyone turn abruptly to look at me, especially Rooster that almost turned his whole body in my direction. The moment Hangman glanced at me, he saw the face of Maverick a couple of meters away and getting closer, that made him cringe into his own chair. The look on his face – along with Coyote's and Payback's – made me hold a laugh; I knew they were the ones to put him outside last night at Penny's bar.

The three of them tried to hide their faces with their hands or slightly changing the angle without being disrespect with a superior. Maverick passed by all of us through the corridor, stopping behind the little podium, a little smirk in his face.

- I wish I could register this moment, look how Hangman is flinching. – I whispered to Phoenix, that also tried her best not to laugh.

Maverick took the manual of the F-18, showing us.

- The manual of the F-18, I'm sure you all know this book cover to cover. – He guessed, receiving tons of agreements that were made out loud.

Suddenly he threw the set of papers on the closest trash can.

- So do your enemy. – Everyone was curious, surprised; even Vice Admiral Cyclone and Rear Admiral Warlock couldn't contain their expressions. – But what they don't know it's your potential. That's what we are looking for in you: your limits, everything you can do to complete this mission and to comeback alive.

He glanced at me a last time before turning back to everyone:

- Let's start with what you think you know, show me what you are made of.

We all followed him outside, stopping a couple of meters away from the F-18s that where perfectly placed side by side. Waiting in line in front of Maverick and Hondo, we paid attention on the orders that were being given.

- Alright this is gonna be an easy one. I want two planes against me in a dogfight, let's see what you can do. – He said out loud walking around the place. – I'll choose the duos.

He looked at the papers Hondo headed him earlier.

- Payback and Fanboy... And Rooster. – He called. – Everyone else can go and prepare the planes, be ready for when I call you in the radio.

- Good luck, you'll need it. – I said passing by the two boys.

As we were heading to our planes to prepare them like we were told, I could hear Maverick calling Rooster from behind.

- Rooster – He didn't answer. – Bradley – still. – Lieutenant Bradshaw!

Rooster stopped in his track finally, turning to face the old man without any patience at all.

I was too far to hear what they were talking about, but everyone else seemed to be paying attention on the two since they literally made everything so obvious about not being in good terms with each other.

I came closer to them when I saw things weren't going to be good at the end of that.

- Hey, I think it's better to focus on what we have to do. – I said as I hold Bradley by the wrist.

- We were already done anyways. – He answered gruffly as he turned in the direction of his plane, leaving me and my dad behind.

I observed my best friend with a dejected look, wondering what that was about this time; when Maverick was about to say something, I stopped him.

- Don't. It's okay. I think it's just... not the time. – I gave him an affectionate smile and moved back to my way as well.

After getting everything ready we all were told to stay in the waiting room where we could listen to the radio and be aware of what was happening in the training. Hondo kept the list with him, telling us the next duos from times to times.

The rest of us waited there as Maverick had a dogfight with the pairs. I was, obviously, hoping to go with Rooster since we had been a duo for years now, but for my disappointment my dad had this information and, as he said, he wanted to push our limits. At the end I was settled with Coyote. I have to admit I was relived to get rid of Hangman for this content, and Coyote was actually a good partner in the air, I wouldn't be neither annoyed nor hampered on the assignment.

We waited and watched as each team were being eliminated.

First, for my disappointment and Rooster's angry, he was the first to be defeated, and this to save Payback and Fanboy from the same fate. They felt kind of guilty as we could watch from the window my best friend doing the push-ups, but that was the deal after all, not fair to change it midway.

Then it was Phoenix and Bob turn along with Hangman. They were actually doing pretty good, if it wasn't for Hangman wanting to be by his own, as always.

- C'mon Phoenix, don't let him get in your mind – Rooster muttered as we could hear them all in the radio.

Phoenix had potential, she was amazing at what she did, but the problem was that my dad was better. It didn't take long for us to hear they were all out. So, it was finally my turn.

- Banshee and Coyote. It's your time, kiddo. – My dad said through the radio. The nickname made me smile annoyedly.

- Show him – Rooster said as we fist bumped. I nodded, giving back at him a confident smile and a blink.

- I always do. – And with that Coyote and I were on our way.

To say I wasn't nervous at all would be a lie. I was confident in what I did, yes; but I also knew who I was going to have a dogfight with. If I was with Rooster it was gonna be easier, for sure; He already knew each one of my moves and tactics, how I would handle the situations who may appear in the way and how we would push each other towards the victory.

Coyote was a good partner, don't get me wrong; the problem was that he always tried to stay out of my way, which actually didn't help since we were supposed to be a duo. But at least I could use it in my favor, differently of how it would be with any other person in my team.

Banshee and Coyote passed by Phoenix, Bob and Hangman on the way to their planes. The three of them were paying the bet that was made in the beginning of the assignment: 200 pushups for the one killed.

Of course, seeing Hangman having to do those push-ups on the floor, Banshee couldn't avoid but jeer the guy; he seemed a little bit angry at that, but of course didn't want to show it to her nor anyone there; he simply answered with an "you be on the floor sooner than you think". Now it was the time for the girl to be annoyed by that.

As soon as Coyote and Banshee hooked up on the F-18s the provocative comments started. Maverick new exactly how to push his daughter's potential: make she think it's an impossible mission.

- Half of your friends are gone already, you think you can make it? – He asked through the radio.

- You know exactly why my callsign is Banshee. I suggest you to keep your eyes open, Maverick. – The girl was arrogant enough to treat him just as the enemy from the moment they were off the floor. The chase started.

On the waiting room Rooster couldn't take his eyes from the radio, the boy was more nervous than if it was him on the air.

"Talk to me, Coyote. Do you see him?" He heard Banshee asking.

"Not in my eyesight." The other one answered.

- He's close... pay attention, Anne. – Rooster whispered as if she could hear him.

- He's close. – Anne muttered to herself, thinking carefully. – Remember how he works, c'mon... - and it was like a light shined on her head. – Coyote, below us!

Both of them were fast enough to make a maneuver. Coyote flew to a higher position while Banshee made a risk yet successful pullback, going upside-down for a couple of moments.

- God damn it! – Maverick cursed, trying to take a look behind him.

- Hey, language! – Banshee chuckled, which gave Maverick time to act.

Their victory was almost guaranteed, but she got too confident, that's what made her lose focus on the situation even if for just a couple of seconds. That was enough time for Maverick. Her distraction was well used by the Captain: he immediately flew after Coyote, eliminating the boy in a matter of seconds since she didn't warn him.

- Fuck! – Banshee and Rooster swore at the same time even tho they didn't know that.

- And you're out. Hondo is waiting for you, Coyote. – Maverick stated, already going after his next target. – I got you now, sweetheart.

- Not this time, old man – The girl answered, going more down than she was supposed to. When she finally had the chance, she switched tables; Maverick was now totally at her mercy.

They had a hunt for at least two minutes until she finally put her laser on the target.

– And with that you're done! – She said proudly as soon as the shoot little noise was made.

- You're eliminated, Banshee. Hondo is waiting for you, kiddo. – He said, heading back right away.

- Wait, what? – She asked, not getting an answer back.

- Yo what was that?! – Banshee stormed off her F-18 the moment they arrived, staring Maverick in the eyes as she took her helmet harshly. – I won, you lost!

- Doesn't count. You broke the hard deck – He answered, showing zero fucks.

- Hard deck my ass, I nailed that! – She was getting angrier, but kept her voice low the whole time. – You know there's no such a thing as hard deck in real life.

Maverick looked down at her for a moment, just as if he was seeing the Pete Mitchell from years ago right in front of him. The girl didn't even flinch at his stare, which made him smile slightly.

- Not my rules. 200 push-ups, go. – And with that he left.

Banshee wanted to pull all of her hair out hearing that, but she knew if it was another superior in his place, she couldn't even have that stare content without being severally punished. She was just mad; mad at how unfair that was, and even more mad that she would have to pay a damn bet she didn't even agreed with. Now she had to do an extra exercise because of it, just great!

The girl was reaching 165 push-ups when the break Maverick asked was done, now it was the time to Hangman and Rooster be a duo against the older one. They passed by her and, for the first time, Hangman didn't say a word, he just headed to his plane smiling. Rooster on the other hand stopped in front of her, standing there longer than he should.

- I won't stop to look at you if that's what you're thinking. – She said under her breath, clearly tired.

- I imagined that. Just do it faster, want you to hear if I win.

- When. – She heard Hondo saying the number 171 while she said it.

- What?

- Not if you win, when you win. – The girl put one of her hands up for a fist bump, which he gladly corresponded. – Go there and eliminate him.

She didn't look up, but could imagine that he nodded.

As she heard the planes heading off in the distance, she made her best to do the push-ups faster. Hondo was actually worried, but kept counting either way since she seemed fine; the man almost hadn't had the time to say the number 200 and the girl was already tumbling as she run away to the waiting room where the radio was.

Everyone there seemed surprised to see her in that state, especially Coyote since he saw her doing it before; he could clearly notice that she pushed herself too hard to be there just in time. But didn't care at all about the stares or the annoying pain in her lungs, all she wanted was to see how that would end. Bob came closer with a water bottle, that she accepted with a warm smile, thanking the boy in the best way possible without taking her attention away for too long.

Everything seemed normal, until they heard Hangman:

"Where the hell is he?"

"Been here the whole time." Maverick answered.

"What the...?! Maverick is upside down above Rooster" Hangman narrated for everyone who wasn't aware.

- Oh no, you didn't! – Banshee complained out loud, getting up from her chair. – Please don't do anything stupid, Bradley, don't let him get in your nerves. – She whispered, looking through the window as if she could see anything from there.

Rooster stared angrily at Maverick through the glass, he was getting more and more irritated as the seconds passed by.

- It's time for you to lose, Maverick – Rooster gritted through his teeth.

That was when they began a rolling inverted dive in, none of them seemed like giving up. Things escalated too fast due to the high velocity of the planes, less than five seconds later and everyone could hear their hard breathing through the radio, the pression was too strong.

"Alright, you put us into this. How do you plan to take us out?" Maverick asked as them both kept track of the maneuver, not getting his attention off of the latitude panel.

"You can pull out anytime"

"You're going to go so low?"

"As much as you, in all senses!" It was crazy to everybody – especially to Banshee – how Rooster could act like that in this type of situation, yet there they were, seconds apart of a terrible death by shocking on the soil.

In front of the radio everyone seemed frightened, but the most between all of them was, as we would expect, Banshee. Phoenix and Bob looked at her with worry; since the time the other three left she hadn't moved an inch from where the radio was, totally focused on the voices that came from there.

- I mean, it's her father and her best friend in this dangerous situation, we can't blame her for being like this – Bob said to Natasha, who agreed.

"What happened is in the past, for both of us." Maverick said, making the anguish even bigger.

"You really want to believe this, don't ya?!" Said Rooster in an angrier tone.

"The edge of the box is 5000ft, you don't have where to go anymore" Hangman alerted.

The latitude warning was now at its maximum volume, the hard deck was gone a couple of seconds now which, considering the velocity, was very far from good. Banshee was cursing so hard that even from outside it was possible to hear her shouting at the men that couldn't even hear her; no one tried to calm her down, they understood the feelings and knew that trying to stop the girl would, probably, just make her angrier.

She was about to throw something away when they heard Hangman saying they had pulled up, less than 700 meters until they hit the floor.

"You can do it, Rooster. Don't think, just do." Maverick and Hangman started to encourage him.

- C'mon Bradshaw, you can do it! – Banshee was now talking in a low tone, she stopped and where in front of the radio again.

The agony getting bigger and bigger as nothing seemed to happen and, as Rooster said, it was too low to lock the target.

"Too late, you had your chance" Maverick said; not so long after he announced he had eliminated Rooster.

"Same old Rooster." The girl heard Hangman saying before she leaves the room.

Banshee didn't wait a second, she busted out the building to where the planes would be back in just a couple of minutes. Phoenix and Bob following her closely, as Coyote took his distance to watch the whole situation; the other ones in a dilemma if they should or not go too. At the end they decided it was a yes.

- What the hell were you think, Bradley? Were you out of your fucking mind? – The girl started to fight with the boy from a certain distance.

Rooster didn't say anything, keeping a straight face as he stared at the girl. This just made her angrier. She started to laugh nervously, not believing in what she was just seeing there. Banshee pushed him away, again, and again as she said:

- You really thought that was a fucking good idea?! What if you two couldn't make out of it? You seriously thought on how fucked my head would be if I lost the two most important people in my life? – She stopped for a moment, seeing that her father was now closer.

- Were you two even thinking?! God damn it, and they say I'm the reckless one. Just look at you two!

- You broke the hard deck too. – Rooster accused, still with a straight face.

- Fuck you! I didn't dive into the floor to eliminate him. – The girl was just getting angrier as the conversation continued. – And for your information, if you hadn't noticed it yet: When I fly, I make sure my plane and the people I care about are safe. Maybe one day in your life you'll understand what it means, asshole!

- Alright you two, I think is better if we spare for a couple of hours. – Maverick hold both of her shoulders as he pulled her away.

- You're always the one thinking too much, why couldn't you do this time? – She said in a lower tone, but Rooster still heard her, as well as Maverick.

Banshee didn't takeher eyes off Rooster during the time he was in her eyesight, and he did the same.Now the girl wasn't showing her angry expression anymore, her eyes actually showedhow scared she was, how she really does care. Anne didn't even want to fightanymore, she would just comeback to say she was sorry, but even the girl couldunderstand it was better to let the dust settle before they could talk again. 

A/N: Hello, dear reader!

This is all I have for today. Hope you're enjoying this story just as much as I am (Let me know with a comment or a vote ❤) And to let you all notified: next chapter is mostly about Banshee's backstory, so I don't think any scene of the movie will be in it. Don't know if it's a good idea to skip since it will be for a deeper interpretation of the charachter; still, feel free to read the way you think it's better.

See you the next time.

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[Image Description: An Ace Attorney fancomic. It's mostly done in grayscale/sepia, with bits of color. There are a bunch of photos of Kid Miles interacting with his parents and Phoenix. Miles' clothes are colored red, and Phoenix's clothes are colored blue. Blue captions read, "I grabbed a few for you, just from a box I have".

Teen Metis Cykes points at one of the photos, which shows Gregory hugging Miles and Phoenix. She asks, "Who's this" in yellow. Grgory takes the photo. Behind him is the outline of a sunflower. He replies in blue, "That's Phoenix Wright". We see Phoenix in a blue shirt, grinning and holding up his Signal Blue key-chain. Gregory continues: "He was Miles's best friend". We see Phoenix and Miles grinning and presumably playing on Game Boys together. Phoenix's shirt is blue and Miles' is red, and the Game Boys are in the reverse colors. Gregory: "He… was one of his only friends". We see Larry, Miles and Phoenix walking together. Their shirts are colored, as are Larry's shorts and Miles' bow tie. Gregory: "They were inseparable…" Miles and Phoenix hug.

We return to the present. Gregory says in a normal speech bubble, "He's a good kid. A bit hyperactive, but I think Miles balanced him out." There is a flashback to Phoenix and Miles sleeping next to each other in blue and res sleeping bags, respectively. Gregory narrates in blue: "The two would have sleepovers all the time." He continues in a normal bubble in the present, "I don't think he gets enough attention at home, so he was usually over here…but…y'know, not so much anymore." There's a drawing of Missile the Pomeranian. Gregory: "I let him keep Miles' dog, Missile, since they found him together… I had hoped that he could comfort the p-poor kid- *sniff". Gregory begins shaking and crying, and his speech bubble turns blue. "S-sorry… I'm trying to not cry so much…"

Metis stares at Gregory, an ellipsis next to her. She takes his hand and says, "Chin up, Mr. Edgeworth." She smiles, "Hopefully he'll get to have sleepovers with Miles again soon." Gregory squeezes his eyes shut and says in a normal bubble, "You're right…" There is a panel of Gregory and Metis' hands. Then Metis says in yellow, "I know the night;s gotten darker… But it won't last forever."

Gregory wipes his eyes and says, "Thanks, Ms. Cykes." Metis stares down at a photo with a slight frown. We see that it is of a smiling woman with a braid. The braid is help with a golden tie. She's pregnant and holding her hands on her belly bump. Metis asks in yellow, "Is this Miles' mom?" Gregory replies in light blue, "Yeah…" Metis, in yellow: "He really looks like his mother". Gregory, darker blue: "Yeah…" We then see another picture of Mrs. Edgeworth. She's smiling, and wearing red diamond-shaped earrings, a red heart necklace, and a red blouse. There is a white halo above her. Gregory: "Her name was Eleanor.. She was my wife…" The color changes to light blue. "She was beautiful and innocent…"

Metis notices that Gregory isn't wearing a wedding ring and is confused. Gregory: "I used to wear my ring, but…" We see a box with Gregory's ring, Miles' key-chain, and two smaller boxes in it. Gregory, in dark blue: "Now it's in a box for safekeeping…" Metis, in yellow: "When did s-" Gregory interrupts in light blue, "1994. Miles was 2." Metis: "…I'm sorry, sir…" Gregory: "It's nor your job to be, kid…" There's an outline of a sun. End description.]

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Sun, July 28, 2024

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I was selected to be part of the jury for the deaths of multiple people, potentially caused by one man (or at least this one man was involved somehow, someway). The first thing I remember was that I was walking towards the jury box and I was juror #1. As we sat, the judge warned the jury where disturbing images would be shown as evidence and told the jury to remain impartial as they can be.

The judge warned that "due to special conditions of this case we will need to confiscate all phones from everyone in this courtroom including me, the judge, the lawyers, and the bailiff." The plastic box the bailiff was holding already contained 4 phones. As they walked towards the jury box, they confiscated all phones from the jurors.

The judge then proceeded to warn about the defendant himself. The defendant was born a rare medical condition where it made his skin shriveled up (think of the old lady from the spongebob chocolate episode). He has no eyes. There was nothing replacing them, thus he only has his eye sockets. Despite the appearance, we were told to remain impartial as we can.

The reason why everyone in the court's phones were taken away was for everyone's piece of mind. Currently, up to that date, there are no known photos of him as, according to couple of witnesses, is that anyone who tries to take a picture of him leads to the loss of the device that they tried using to take a picture. Thus, while uncertain if it's the act of trying to take a picture or having a device that is capable of taking pictures, everyone agreed to have their phone confiscated and would be given back during break or after the allotted time,

The judge allowed the defendant inside the court room and the tension became thicker. He had no hair, only a small tip of skin was on his head. His whole body was thin, almost stick like yet his hands bulged out from the handcuffs on him. Despite his appearance, it was obvious to see he was smiling, like he had no care in the world. We made eye contact, I think. However, all I could look was at was his eye sockets, but I couldn't look away. As the defendant sits down, the judge proceeded to start the trial.

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It then transitioned to the beginning akin to a high school comedy movie (I'm watching this in third person perspective as if it's like show). I don't know what the defendant's name was but it started off as "I'm just a regular teenage boy." He stated he had a friend who also had a medical condition that altered his physical appearance but his friend was portrayed as really long and the skin was droopy. His friend also didn't have any eyes. He had an emo aesthetic with blue hair, black clothes, and a red beanie.

I briefly remember he talked about his days and says that they are "average" until they talked with one of the quiet kids. They realized that the quiet kid also had a medical issue like them but they never knew because they weren't in the same class as them and he always hid to himself. The kid couldn't look them in their eyes (sockets?...) and proceed to say "sorry".

It was then revealed that he strapped bombs onto himself and a beep goes off, the whole school blows up.

The defendant somehow came out completely unscathed despite the entire things being up in flames and debris flying everywhere. A bystander tried to take a picture but his phone immediately disappeared as soon as the defendant was in frame. Thus, he potentially perceived as an accomplice of the bombing even though the original bomber was dead

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I then transitioned into a first person perspective of a private investigatorwho has connections with the spirit world. In a museum, multiple people's bodies have been found on the ground. However, when examined, there was no sign of a struggle nor loss of any blood and vital organs.

The style of the scene akin to Phoenix Wright. A woman who recently died stated they saw the defendant and then became a ghost. So, while normal people may think he caused it, the investigator knows that, in order for a person to die in the manner that they did, was to see a ghost. In order to see a ghost, the ghost needs to cross from the spiritual world to the real world.

There is a door that leads to the real world. However, it is at the end and the very bottom of a long staircase. Even so, the door is closed. The door can only be opened by someone in the human world. The only door that the investigator knew of was located at the same exact museum. However, he always made sure to close the door every time he visits the spiritual world and whenever he does back.

The woman then floated down to the door with the investigator. To his surprise, the door was open. The woman floated out of the door first. Surprised, the investigator follows soon after. He then closed the door behind him. He looked around and realized he was in one of the upper floors of the museum. He looked down to see the woman floating down to an unsuspecting man. The man proceeded to look up and see the woman. His soul visibly rose from his body, to which it flopped onto the floor.

In horror, the investigator ran towards the two ghosts, trying to get them back in the portal before more people see them and cause more casualties.

The defendant proceeded to walk by the investigator, walking on the nearest stair case. He was looking around until he opened a door, looked inside it for a bit, then walked away from it. The investigator saw this. As soon as the door was open, he forcefully took the ghosts back to the portal.

There was also a ghost party I think, but I kinda don't remember that lul.

[digitalstowaway]

Apollo Wright AU

Miles leaves for Europe but part way through his trip, he offers to take Apollo and Trucy in for a week. He tells Phoenix it'll be educational, they'll be safe, and he can have a break.

"I don't need a break from my kids, Miles. I love them."

But Trucy, bored over summer break, makes Phoenix's house keys dissappear. So he asks Miles again if they'll be safe, and he tells the kids they're going to go on a very special trip to see Uncle Miles.

They're ecstatic. Apollo promises to keep a close eye on Trucy the entire time they're in the airport and on the plane. Phoenix packs them snacks and gives them big hugs and tells them to come home in one piece.

Miles is there to pick them up from the airport with Franziska. Trucy immediately asks who she is and follows it up with a thousand questions Franziska cheerfully answers.

Apollo recognizes her from Phoenix's old cases. He looks at her in awe. She's a lot shorter than he imagined. She isn't in her courtroom attire like he always saw her in in pictures.

"I'm here to help look after you two," she says as they walk to the parking lot. Trucy is already holding her hand. "God knows my little brother would lose two children in Europe if he were left alone. He can barely look after himself. Isn't that right, Miles?"

Miles just sighs. But it burns Apollo up inside. He hasn't learned to bite his tongue yet. He loves his Uncle Miles so much.

"That's not fair! Uncle Miles could watch us just fine without you! He already watches up back home!"

Miles puts his hand on top of his head. He hasn't hit a growth spurt yet, and he still only reaches Miles' shoulders.

"Apollo, that isn't polite."

"But she wasn't polite to you!"

"You're right. Franziska, you're setting a terrible example for the children."

But Miles looks smug. Franziska is clearly holding back an insult. Apollo and Trucy share a look. When they get in the car, Trucy leans over and whispers in Apollo’s ear, "I think they're a weird family."

Apollo tries not to laugh. "So are we, Trucy."

"But they're extra weird."

And they giggle. Franziska and Miles look back at them and then at each other, not sure what to make of the Wright children.

[anemoi-i]

what’s ur opinion on kristoph and phoenix’s relationship over the seven year gap? i see so many different interpretations of it!! (personally i agree with krisnix because i think it benefits the plot the most, i wish dead dove writers would keep their hands off of it though :( )

Many AA fans dislike Krisnix because of the portrayal dead dove writers bring to the table. They turn the ship into something that's abusive, toxic, and wholly inhumane, and it's also for that reason many are wary of Krisnix shippers in like... general. It doesn't help that dead dove writers take Kristoph and write him like garbage, worsening his character. I could go on and on, but you probably get the point. I'm just going to get one thing out of the way: I don't actively seek out Krisnix content. I myself am wary of people who ship it for the reasons above, and I do not condone the abusive and toxic nature the ship can yield. I don't even read fanfiction involving Kristoph unless it is from mutuals who's writing I have read before and I trust.

The thing is, Phoenix and Kristoph's relationship is interesting, and there should have been more to it. Think about it: you had Phoenix, who was so desperate to take Kristoph down he gave Apollo falsified evidence which would have ended his career right then and there if Kristoph pointed out that evidence was fake (but he couldn't because it would call his authenticity into question) like he wanted to and not only that, he was only able to bring down Kristoph with circumstantial evidence and a run-of-the-mill jury. Kristoph didn't admit to anything. He was that conniving and ruthless that he couldn't even be taken down with concrete evidence (even if it was available, but inadmissable).

My main headcanon about this ship lies in a paranoia Kristoph developed when he did the deed and forged his evidence. It stemmed from many things, from Klavier piecing things together over the years and figuring out Kristoph manipulated him, to Phoenix realizing close to the equivalent (because there's no way Klavier, a 17 year old kid is out to get him for no reason, so there must be a mastermind) which he basically does.

So... Kristoph sticks around. He pretends to be a friend to Phoenix, someone that comforts him when he needs it most, but it is all a lie. Kristoph is skilled in masking his emotions. He is skilled in pretending to be caring or loving. When Phoenix wonders who could have taken his beloved career away, Kristoph hugs him and grins like the devil where Phoenix can't see because he thinks he's won and all he has to do is wait until Misham dies and his plan is complete, and no one will be able to cross him. This pathetic-former attorney named Phoenix Wright is taking comfort in the very man that took pleasure in ripping away his attorney's badge, and there's a carefully scripted play in that.

But Kristoph underestimated Phoenix, because Phoenix Wright is the kind of man to know when someone isn't smiling with their eyes, and he not once felt that Kristoph's care was genuine no matter how much he wanted to believe in Kristoph. Even under the walls Miles put up, he still was able to sense compassion in him. He learned from Dahlia's deception. He would never let himself be manipulated like that again, so Phoenix pretends to be the naive fool because he knows Kristoph wants that, and why not give the man a show?

The thing is, though, Kristoph Gavin made Phoenix Wright feel something he didn't even think he felt with Dahlia despite what she did to him, and what she tried to do to his closest friend: hate. I can't imagine Phoenix to say that he hates someone, but when Kristoph came into the picture, it was the first time he admitted he hated someone, because how dare this man come out of nowhere with his malevolence just because he didn't like the way Phoenix did things? How dare he, indeed? It messes Phoenix up, but he isn't alone. He has Trucy and Miles, and Trucy's whole existence is why Phoenix hasn't and would never give up worth a damn. We know the rest. Phoenix spends seven years collecting evidence to take Kristoph down.

In those seven years, Kristoph acted like a friend.

In those seven years, Phoenix pretended to accept his friendship.

Until it was time to break it off.

Kristoph lost, yes, but he did win in one thing.

Making Phoenix Wright feel hate. Making him feel an insatiable rage that he hides deep within, because no one should see that side of him, not Miles, not Apollo, who he needed to pull away from Kristoph, not Klavier, who he never blamed for anything and would take care of, and not even towards himself... because he hates that he knows that he has that side.

[senacal]

👀 just found this blog and I'm loving your writing!! Could I request some charles xavier x reader where the reader stands by charles through the events of dark phoenix and after they go to paris together instead of him and Erik. They do lovey dovey shit and charles proposes.

Through Thick and Thin

Request: Requested by a lovely anon.

Pairing: Charles Xavier x Reader

Prompt: Charles Xavier x reader where the reader stands by Charles through the events of dark phoenix and after they go to Paris together instead of him and Erik. They do lovey-dovey shit and Charles proposes.

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of the events of Dark Phoenix, Minor Character Death (happened in the movie)

Author’s Note: Thank you so much! I appreciate the love ^.^ I absolutely love this idea! I hope you like what I came up with! 💕💕  I wrote this one as fem! Reader, so let me know if you’d like me to change it to Gender-Neutral. And I am so sorry this took me forever to write 🥺 🥺 

After everything that had happened with Jean, Charles needed a getaway. It was as if all of his responsibilities were too much to bear now that Jean was gone. She was his responsibility, and now she was gone. Not only had he lost Raven, but then he lost Jean. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t continue his role as headmaster, but he no longer felt like doing so. He just wanted a new start. He finally realized what Raven had been talking about. He had let the fame and recognition go to his head. But as he had defended weakly before, it was much better than the latter. He hated the hostility humans had shown towards mutants and him when they found out that he too was a mutant. So yes, he had let the admiration from those who once hated him affect him. However, now he realized how ignorant and “pompous” he had been, as (Y/N) had mentioned before. His only regret was that he couldn’t tell Raven how sorry he was. If there were an afterlife, he hoped to apologize and beg for her forgiveness; she was his sister after all.

Despite his regrets and urge to fix every damage he has caused to his students and friends, he chose to retire. He had some encouragement from (Y/N). She told him it was ultimately his choice in the end, but she was his rock through it all. She stayed by his side when he had meeting after meeting. She stayed when he let his ego get the best of him, though she was angry at him and chose to bunk with Raven when that would happen, the point was that she always came back in the end. (Y/N) was there when Jean ran away, and she was there again when Raven died. That was one of the hardest days of Charles’s life. He had lost his sister and his friend. 

He knew it was his fault; If he hadn’t blocked the truth from Jean, perhaps Raven would still be alive. He said as much to (Y/N), but she wouldn’t let him continue with that thought. When Hank lashed out at him, he acted as though the other mutant hadn’t affected him. He refused to admit the truth to his friend because he knew how angry and hurt Hank was. Hank needed someone to blame, so why shouldn’t it be Charles? At the time, he truly believed what he did was the right thing. Jean needed to be protected from the pain and hurt her father would have inflicted on her. It took Raven’s life for him to realize that he had been wrong. (Y/N) was there to pick up the pieces when Charles had that realization. 

(Y/N) had always done so much for Charles. She came out to her parents and admitted that she had the mutant gene when Charles had come into the picture. She quit her job to join the X-men, and she stayed by his side when he lost his ability to walk. She had truly sacrificed so much to ensure that Charles was safe and happy. But it wasn’t only her sacrifices that made him love her. (Y/N) was beautiful inside and out. (Y/N) always put others before herself, and her personality always brightened up any room she was in. (Though Charles could be biased about this aspect of her). 

With everything they had been through, it was a wonder Charles hadn’t proposed already. They’ve talked about it before; hell, they’ve argued about it. The thought of how idiotic Charles had been made him cringe. He loved her more than anything, and he liked to think she loved him more than anything too. Of course, she wanted an assurance that their relationship was headed somewhere more permanent. And after so long, Charles finally managed to find the courage to buy a ring. Okay, so maybe he still hadn’t asked her, but it was on his to-do list. It was why they went to Paris in the first place. Sure, his retirement allowed for a long-needed vacation, but it was only a bonus. (Y/N) had mentioned before that she would have loved for the chance to go to Paris, but with their busy schedule, it had never happened; until now.

Charles used to hate being stuck in the wheelchair while (Y/N) had to walk beside him, sometimes pushing his chair, but not anymore. He realized that she liked helping him, and she never felt bothered by it, so why should he? 

At the moment, (Y/N) was on the phone with someone from back home. Charles looked up from the table and smiled at her. (Y/N) was happy for once; truly happy. From a distance, Charles could hear her laughter and see her radiant smile. He never wanted that smile to disappear. While he had hesitated before, there was no way he would hesitate now. It was perfect. The air was warm, but not uncomfortably so. The sky was clear, and the smell of the café they were at smelled divine. All he needed now was for her to hang up and join him at their table.

(Y/N) said her goodbyes to whoever she was speaking with, shoved her phone in her purse, and happily joined Charles at the table. 

“Who was that, darling?” He wondered.

“It was Hank. He said everything was running smoothly, and Ororo has enraptured the students almost immediately,” She picked up her cup of coffee and took a sip.

“No surprise there, Hank always had that leadership trait; it was just a matter of when it would emerge. As for Ororo, I always knew she had it in her. She’s a fast learner,” Charles fidgeted with the watch on his wrist.

“Hmm, why do you seem nervous?” (Y/N) raised her brow in question. She could always tell when something was the matter, another reason Charles lover her so. 

“No reason, love.” Charles grabbed his coffee cup so he’d have something to occupy his hands. 

“Why don’t I believe you?” (Y/N) narrowed her eyes slightly, “Is it the school?”

“No, no. Nothing of the sort. It’s… I have a surprise, so I can’t tell you exactly what it is. But I promise that you will love it. ” He added as an afterthought, “I hope.”

(Y/N) smiled brightly, “and when do I get this surprise?”

Charles blew out a raspberry; that was the question of the hour. The confidence he had had before seemed to have vanished now that she was back in his presence. Anytime he thought he found the courage when it came down to it, Charles always lost his nerve. He was better than this dammit! He used to make any girl swoon. He was confident, smooth, and attractive if he did say so himself. So, why couldn’t he manage to utter the words, ‘Will you marry me?’ He kind of wished (Y/N) could read minds instead so she could hear the mantra of those words in his mind. Then again, he wouldn’t change her gifts for the world. Her ability to manifest fire made her powerful, dangerous at times, but she had complete control now. 

“I’ll let you know once it’s finished,” Charles shrugged.

“So it’s something that involves parts?” (Y/N) guessed.

“Hey, no guessing, that isn’t fair,” Charles scolded.

(Y/N) huffed and pouted, “You’re no fun.”

“Of course not. I only brought you to Paris, after all.”

“I suppose you have a point.” (Y/N) finished her cup of coffee. “So, where to next?”

“I was thinking the Eiffel tower? You did say you wanted the full tourist experience, right?” Charles got to thinking about his own words. Even though it would be cliché, (Y/N) loved that cheesy romance stuff. He could propose there. Or maybe at the Louvre Museum… This was a harder decision than he had originally thought. He had hoped proposing would be easy; He already knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with (Y/N), so all he had to do was ask. But (Y/N) deserved the best even though Charles wasn’t the best, he wanted to give her a memorable proposal and a memorable life.

“That sounds perfect. I can’t wait to see it,” She grinned. 

When Charles had mentioned going to Paris for a getaway, (Y/N) had thought that he was kidding. She knew he wanted to step down from the school, but it surprised her that he wanted to travel. It appeared that his retirement didn’t apply to everything. She wasn’t complaining, she was having fun and she was happy that she was able to enjoy herself now that she didn’t have to worry about the kids (though she would worry from afar). Thus far, (Y/N) was enjoying their vacation together. It was almost odd to not see Charles on his phone all the time. 

By her side, Charles took her hand in his. One thing he was grateful for was the chair that Hank had made for him, it made strolls through the town much easier. Despite their differences, Hank and Charles had left on good terms, they both accepted the faults of the other and learned to move past them, ((Y/N) being a mediator helped). 

The couple walked for some time together, taking in the sights of Paris. It was quite beautiful to see. They had good reason to call it the city of love. They idly talked as they walked the streets of Paris, laughing together when one was being silly. (Y/N) couldn’t help the swell of love in her heart for the man beside her. 

“Here we are,” Charles hummed.

The couple stood in front of the tower, taking in the sights of people, tourists, and locals alike. 

“It’s more beautiful than I imagined,” (Y/N) breathed astonished. 

Charles watched her expression, a smile forming on his lips. He could say something cheesy like, ‘not as beautiful as you,’ and he knew she’d tease him for it. But the moment would be ruined if he spoke now. Instead, Charles kissed her knuckles. 

“Can we go up?” (Y/N) asked eagerly.

“Of course,” Charles motioned for her to walk ahead of him, “after you, my love.”

(Y/N) happily walked ahead of him. Meanwhile, Charles was trying to convince himself that now was the time; however, it didn’t feel right. Something was still off, but he couldn’t place his finger on it. The atmosphere was perfect, they were in Paris at the bloody Eiffel tower for Christ’s sake! He inhaled deeply and followed her to the closest elevator. 

“Thank you,” He nodded at the man who held the doors open for him.

“What kept you?” (Y/N) asked curiously from his side.

“Uh. fear of heights,” Charles lied terribly.

“Really? Cause you do well on flights. You always ask for a window seat,” (Y/N) raised a brow in question.

“Right, but this time we’re outside. There are uh, birds! Birds everywhere, pooping and-and flying willy-nilly.” He rushed.

(Y/N) laughed slightly, “Birds?” 

“Yes, birds,” Charles nodded, sticking to his excuse. 

“Okay then…” (Y/N) shrugged. If Charles wasn’t ready to tell her why he was so nervous and jumpy, then she won’t press until he is ready.

Once they were at the top and settled near the side, observing the sights of the city, Charles finally got the courage to ask for (Y/N)’s hand in marriage.

“(Y/N), my love,” He cleared his throat, “I-”

“Yes! Yes!”

The couple looked to their left distracted by the commotion. A couple was hugging and kissing while others were clapping.

“Bollocks,” Charles grumbled below his breath. He forced a smile and clapped for the couple. It wasn’t their fault that they proposed before he could.

“That’s so sweet,” (Y/N) turned back to Charles with a bright smile, “You were saying?”

“Uh, right,” Charles cleared his throat, “I was going to say that I uh… I have to use the loo.” 

“Oh, uh, I can wait here then,” (Y/N) shrugged.

“Thank you,” Charles’s cheeks flushed as he made his way to the restrooms. God, he was stupid. He waited a minute near the restrooms until he thought it was time he met with (Y/N) again.

“Better?” (Y/N) asked.

“Yes, although, I am hungry, want to get something to eat?” Charles glanced at his watch. Their reservations at the Seine River cruise weren’t until 8 PM, they had three hours until then. 

“I could go for some food,” (Y/N) nodded.

“Brilliant,” Charles glanced back at the couple once again, mentally cursing himself. It seemed as though he would never get the courage to ask for (Y/N)’s hand in marriage.

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Time seemed to fly by once Charles and (Y/N) had eaten. Charles made sure they only had a small bite to eat because he didn’t want them to ruin their appetites. After all, the River cruise wasn’t exactly cheap. Not that he would have minded of course. He just really wanted things to be perfect. Now if only he could utter the words he has been trying to say that whole day. 

The couple was now seated at a table near the window so they could enjoy the view as the cruise traveled along the Seine River. It was quite beautiful at night, the lights were shining and the river was flowing peacefully. Charles had just ordered an expensive wine for them to share and they were waiting on appetizers. (Y/N) and Charles shared a look, (Y/N)’s eyes shining in the dim lights of the restaurant. This was truly a romantic spot.

“And what’s occupying your mind now?” (Y/N) couldn’t help but ask. Charles had been distracted all day and frankly, (Y/N) wanted to get to the bottom of it. 

“Nothing, just… you look extremely beautiful tonight,” Charles quirked his lips into a smile.

“Just tonight? Well, if that’s your way of telling me to put more of an effort-”

“No! No, that’s not what I was saying at all,” Charles’s eyes lit up in a panic. It seemed he couldn’t say anything right.

(Y/N) threw her head back in a laugh, “Calm down, love, I was only teasing,” She sipped at her wine. 

“Right, I knew that,” Charles reached for his glass, knocking it over in his rush to hide his embarrassment, “Oh fuck.” 

(Y/N) and Charles quickly grabbed their napkins to stop the wine from trickling off the table. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” (Y/N) looked at him in concern. He wasn’t himself tonight and it was starting to make her a bit nervous if she was being honest with herself.

“Yes, I’m fine, I just,” He sighed and apologized to their waiter when they stopped by to clean the mess Charles had made. Once they were alone again, Charles reached for (Y/N)’s hand, “I’m nervous.”

(Y/N) furrowed her brows, “Nervous? What for?”

Charles cleared his throat and released her hand. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a velvet black box, “(Y/N-”

“Oh my god,” (Y/N) gasped when she realized what he was holding.

Charles huffed a small laugh at her reaction, “(Y/F/N), I have been dying to ask you this for a long time now, and I had planned to do so on the Eiffel Tower but-” “But someone else proposed,” (Y/N) sat astonished. How had she not known? He was clearly nervous and she was too daft to realize why.

“Precisely. But that doesn’t matter now. All that matters is that you’re here with me now. We have been through so much together and I can’t explain how much you mean to me. Everything I’ve done, and everything I will do has always been for you. Will you marry me?”

With tears in her eyes, (Y/N) nodded eagerly, “Yes, Yes I will marry you, Charles.”  She wiped her eyes as he slipped the ring on her finger. Everything they had been through had led to this moment, while they had lost people they loved along the way, neither could imagine their lives without the other.

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Taglist: @internetgremlin

A/N: let me know if you'd like me to add you to all fics for Charles Xavier 😊

[blondrichclosetwitch]

Pinball wizard, The Who—Always playing clean

He plays by intuition

How do you think he does it

I don't know

What makes him so good

Ain't got no distractions

Can't hear no buzzers and bells

His disciples lead him in

And he just does the rest(first song)

Star me kitten, rem

Keys cut, three for the price of one(Funny them playing this when they just started using the key for the downstairs door again)

Nothing's free but guaranteed for a lifetime's use

I've changed the locks

And you can't have one

Cinnamon, the long winters—You were so quiet,

Some hear a call,

Some are the messengers,

I thumb through the pictures,

And know them all.

They said, "Do you remember when you saw her last"

I said, "Her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon."

I have too many stories, keeping it serious,

Some are collectores, some keep it straight,

It was a hospital,

I was delirious,

I clung to the stretcher

And drew them a heart. —about going into the hospital. I actually have a chalk drawing of hearts from there.

"We're already married!"—Jakk and I were married with 8 kids in 1770’s Ireland.

And I spoke up with my new hands—this is a line about what happened to me through my NDE; people that I work on often say that my right hand feels like a lightning bolt on them.

The love inside, Barbra Streisand 11:11–I'm here to face the sorrow—that one took me a minute

I felt my size, 11:11, the microphones —When I looked out across the freeway at the people flying by

I turned my head, I closed my eyes, I felt my size (accident reference)

Iggy, tyler the creator—Shit got hectic whenever I fought back I don't like that; cellular convos getting left in the wrong

'Cause I get so fucking mad when you don't write back

This isn't a song, I just happen to rhyme when I get emo

And find time to write facts, fuck I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled

I even considered picking up smoking—so just yesterday the spirits showed me a client that blond had sent me in 2018. Someone who sexually forced me and smoked Newport’s. When I got home that night, a huge part of the plant that I adored just completely died. that night I dreamed about looking for a pack of Newport’s. I spent a lot of time thinking about that. Well suddenly empty packs of Newport’s showed up EVERYWHERE. When I went

To dainichi, he said once again that blond was a very skilled telepath, and I had to be better at protecting myself. Months later I was looking at the tree which was clearly dying, and I found screws on the planter. I brought them to dainichi that day, and he said they were screw hexes that killed the plant, and that I was to throw them in the graveyard immediately.

I'll lose a couple screws in due time, I'll stop breathing

And you'll see the meaning of stalking

When I pop out the dark to find you

(So you can breathe, or we can die together, you and me)—this was something I heard her say to me a couple times, that I would be stuck

Hearing her for the rest of time, that she would never leave me alone, even if it meant I had to kill myself. That was 2018-19.

Hawk moon 269, u2–

Like a Phoenix rising needs a holy tree

Like the sweet revenge

Of a bitter enemy

Like the muzzle of a gun

Do you think it’s alright, The Who—this is a reference to a parental lapse where a child got sexually abused.

Bring your love down, yaz—-You say it's time to leave now babe I can't believe

That you have the strength to go now I'm the only one that can hold your reins If you think you need a change well I'm sure we can arrange

For you to get on your own for a while

But I don't need to worry 'cause you'll get back in a hurry—this is a song about Jakk trying to leave, but how the work done on him would always keep him tethered to those who “hold your reins”

I want her she wants me, the zombies—

Finds he needs her more because

She's no more need for him—

Brief candles burn so fine (I had a healing candle working done a year ago for us about the baby. It wasn’t cheap.)

In the corner see his face

The man just sips his drink

Not one feeling does he show

Far too numb to think

He does not say a single word

No word of love to say

Maybe he will soon believe he's better off this way

Can I believe you, fleet foxes—I see it, eat through every word I sow It never got less strange

When I'm one way with them, one with you

What half is it of me rearranged

Pay me my money down, bruce springsteen—Pay me or go to jail

Fool says, m ward—

Hey, I ain't never seen anything like this before

I ain't never seen anything like this before

I thought all the mystery was gone

You're here to tell me I was wrong

Cruel reminder, heat miser—A sick desire been creeping around A knife in the back and stuck in one place

With a pat on the back and a slap on the face(that’s about me and the tarot reader and the knife in the back at Lanza’s, where a lot of stabbing was happened)

Keep trying to see from a better position Here comes a big insider, turn myself in

Thinking of ways to explain everything

This sick desire, don't you do a thing It's a cruel reminder it's all in my head

End of the earth, marina—Hmm, tell me why do we fight? Cause I'll love you 'til the end

I'll love you 'til the end of the earth—from what I have seen, we will see the end of the earth as we currently know it. That’s all I can say. I can tell you it involves a river.

If we're torn apart, then I won't let go—this has to do with the fact that Jakk and I were twins—twice—in past lifetimes.

Maybe could be possible—Akita the don

Instrumental.

You know the statistics, amanda Palmer—Music is the messenger.

Tears for affairs, camera obscure—Can you handle one more dirty secret one more dirty night

I can tell you this for nothing

You won't win

You had to drive

(I didn't want to)

Look me in the eye

(I found it hard to)

New York, st Vincent—So much for a home run with some blue bloods. I made Jakk a tape of me singing this for him in 2017.

Lonesome cowboy bill, velvet underground, 12:12—all I can say is they play this song so fucking much, and it’s about Jakk.

Capsize, big black delta—As god is my witness

Me and my song

We'll do it alone

Sandra’s rose, drake—Worms, I just opened up a can of those

Two girls that I rope like Indiana Jones

I make them hoes walk together like I'm Amber Rose

Yeah, fuck that, I got to up the ante

California girls sweeter than pieces of candy —when Jakk and blond were in cali in 2017, I was shown a scenario where both the tarot reader and this penthouse playmate I know were there with them, they had a sex orgy, and then gave Jakk heroin to kill him. I was told he was going to die in california—it was at this point that all the healers working with me decided I needed to go into the hospital to cut off being able to “hear” for a while. But I’m a capricorn. It took me 4 more months of this before I went in.

I wasn't made for no casket or no prison cell I'm the chosen one, flowers never pick themselves Crime family like the Genovese, you don't want drama, capisc'?

Spoiler alert, the second act is tragic

And everyone that wants the worst for me is askin' what happened

Backstabbed so many times, I started walkin' backwards

Like Charlamagne, I see the light and see the darkest patches

Bury me and I'll be born again I got some real demons across the border fence And made a note of the mistakes we can't afford again When I say that they cursin' me it ain't dirty words

Church of Pentecost, Holy Spirit synagogue

I don't know who's protectin' me, but we hit it off

Ooh do I love you, cap’n jazz—That there tree grew outta me

People talking, lotsa people talking

I'm hurt, you're hurt, my dad's hurt and haven't you learned everyone's hurt

Workin on leaving the living, modest mouse—this is both a reference to the stuff I get told about Jakk, and that there is a dangerous amount of drinking and drugging going on. Btw, I went stone cold sober again a week ago (no more weed before bed), and I cannot believe all the stuff coming through. But most importantly I want to say that line “in heaven everything is fine”—the other day tupac explained to me that he and biggie hang now. None of this will matter there. The other side is so much better than earth. But enjoy your body while you have it.

Don’t fear the reaper, blue oyster cult, 12:34–Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity (Romeo and Juliet)

40,000 men and women everyday (Like Romeo and Juliet)

40,000 men and women everyday (Redefine happiness)

Another 40,000 coming everyday—actually they believe it’s up to 118,000 people die every day.

Now imagine how many spirits are in my apartment.

That’s today’s music up to 12:34.