#Kent was my mans back in the day. Some things indeed never change!

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

Man. Feelin' emotional after beating FE7 again. It was interesting just having memorized every line from when I was a kid. I definitely play a bit differently than I used to, but mainly that I'm trying to use units I didn't use as much before.

Some things never change though! Such as... Kent, Erk and Wil being my absolute MVPs before MVPs were a thing (thanks PoR!).

Even though this isn't in my top five FE games, I do think it had the most well written bittersweet ending of the bittersweet FE endings.

Eliwood best FE7 lord btw. Baby boy. I'm glad to be able to walk out of this playthrough loving him just like I used to!

[heartofstanding]

150-word meme

It's been over four years since I've done one of these and my creativity has been on fire lately (lots of ideas, not much writing, alas) so I figured it was time to bring this back and since we've now got the ability to option to add polls, I added a poll option.

Behind the cut is a list of current WIP projects (with excerpts). You can vote for one fic in the poll at the bottom and/or send me an ask with at least one number (you can send more than one number if you want) and I will write 150 words in the equivalent fic.

1. The Birth (Henry and baby Hal, modern AU).

‘Hal?’ Henry said. ‘Our baby,’ Mary said, looking a little hurt. ‘I thought we were going to call him Harry?’ he said. ‘He looked more like a Hal than a Harry to me,’ Mary said as if that solved everything. Henry didn’t know how that worked. Their son looked like a gremlin, not like a Harry or a Hal or like anything that should have a name that wasn’t Uglik the Wailing One.

2. this single knife in my heart (Hal’s perspective of his dagger incident/’but it is my knife and my heart too’)

‘Do you have any idea what you will say to him?’ ‘Well, I won’t make the mistake of asking him to abdicate, if that’s what you mean.’ Beaufort coloured dully and bent over his plate. ‘I thought it was the best thing to do – you know he hadn’t been well for years. I did not realise how poorly he would take it, how could I? It was the same logic he himself used with Richard. He was unfit as king, he could not carry on – why not give the throne away and enjoy one’s final years without the troubles? It was reasonable, wasn’t it?’ ‘The unreasonable part was saying any of that to my father’s face.’

3. untitled sodomy fic (Hal finds out Courtenay is gay)

‘Beaufort says you are a sodomite,’ he said. ‘It is a clerical vice, Hal.’ ‘It’s still a sin.’ ‘What, a vice a sin? I never knew that,’ said Courtenay. ‘I thought all vices were virtues. Indeed, in acting on my vice, I might have performed many a good deed for others and so be said to be virtuous…’

4. the wellspring (Joan of Kent/The Black Prince proposal)

‘Come out with me tomorrow,’ he says. ‘What?’ ‘We could go riding,’ he says. ‘Pass through the forest and the fields, go up to the moors. Or else have a hunt.’ She drinks deeply from her cup. She thinks, this is madness. She thinks, it would be good to leave the silent, still walls behind her and go through the world, breathe the free air. ‘It’s raining.’ ‘It’ll clear.’

5. she’s not coming home tonight (Philippa leaves England)

‘Will you tell me,’ Philippa said, ‘about our mother?’ Harry was silent for a long moment, his face still. ‘Why do you want to know?’ She bit her lip. ‘No one talks about her or when they do, they just say she was lovely as if that means anything.’

6. some rift, a hollow (Henry meets his son again after Bradmore's cure)

Henry thinks: O God, I am ill. I will die and Harry will be king and everyone will see his face. The longer he lies there and nothing changes, he understands it is only the relief of seeing Harry alive and well that has made him collapse. Then, he thinks: my son is here! My son will be well again! My son lives! I will keep my children safe. I will love Harry better. I will be a good man! I will learn mercy and forgiveness, I will take the penance the Almighty gives me meekly, whatever form it takes. I will go barefoot to Jerusalem to give thanks! Then, Richard’s voice: will you? You promise and promise and promise and then forget or find excuses. Do you forget I have the measure of your soul? You will do none of these things.

7. night's sister (Philippa of England gets visited by her sister's ghost)

It’s one of those strange kind of nights where Philippa’s skin prickles and she cannot lie peaceably in bed. After the winter solstice, day is fleeting and night stretches on seemingly forever. They go to bed early and wake late but in the midst of night, Philippa wakes and cannot go back to sleep. Her body feels heavy and strange, her hands slipping over it. At seventeen, she is almost a woman; she has carelessly shucked off the body she left England with and found herself in a different one, one with breasts and a body that wants some days and bleeds others.  At seventeen, she is as old as Blanche was when she died. She still feels too young to lie beneath her husband or to grow a child within her body, though Blanche, at seventeen, had done both and died with a second child half-grown within her belly. Philippa rolls over in her bed.

8. the silver blessing (Blanche's birth)

Mary takes her penance as meekly as a lamb and when her confessor leaves her, she moves, standing up and striding towards the window. Her fingers curl into fists, she straightens them and smooths out her skirts. He said, it is a mother’s duty to render up her child so that they may be all they can be. Think of the Virgin, giving up her Son to the Lord’s will. But the Virgin was special, chosen for God to carry her Son and give him, and she had borne what no mother should be made to bear and grieved most sorrowfully, even though she was specially chosen. Mary, at least, does not have to bear the Virgin’s sorrows. Not truly. She is giving her eldest son up but only to her own mother to raise for a time. Six months, perhaps, a year at most. And throughout that time, she will visit her mother and her mother will visit her. It will be bearable. It will be good for Harry too. He will have time on his own, Maman will help him grow in confidence and learning. But Mary will still miss him.

9. should've come with a warning (modern AU, set in a "everybody lives" fix-it verse. In the aftermath of her relationship with Louis Pfalz, Blanche has lunch with Joan of Kent.)

‘Is there anything you’d like to do?’ said Mum. ‘We don’t have to go to Richard’s for lunch, I can text him with an excuse.’ ‘Like what?’ ‘Traffic’s bad, we got away late—’ ‘He’d only invite us for afternoon tea.’ Mum’s lips pressed together. ‘We don’t have to accept.’ ‘He’ll just think I’m “damaged” then,’ Blanche said.

10. in the time of storms (Eleanor Cobham and no-good, very-bad year of 1441)

The little bottles tinkled as she ran her fingers over them. She hadn’t used them in so long. There hadn’t seemed to be much point. As Margery had told her, as delicately as possible, she was getting rather too old for there much hope left. As Southwell had told her, there was little they could do but hope that God, in His infinite mercy, would take pity on her. But why should she hope? She had done everything she could to carry a child but God’s infinite mercy had never let her birth more than blood and moles. She would tell Bolingbroke to take them away. He would look at her with his pale eyes that always seemed too compassionate, too knowing, and know she had given up. If had someone had come looking through this box, what had they hoped to find? Some foolish, superstitious child who sought love-charms or gossip? A chance to claim they had been brave enough to go through the witch’s box of spells, perhaps to take one and use it as a trophy – if that was the case, it was a weakness. They should be gotten rid of.

11. the king is dead (Eleanor Cobham and the death of Henry V)

‘Will you not go to him, your grace?’ Eleanor said. Jacqueline looked at her strangely. ‘The Duke of Gloucester?’ Eleanor said. Jacqueline shook her head. ‘No. I cannot go. I need to think, to speak with my people and take counsel. Prepare. Make plans. I cannot go.’ She paused for a moment, her mouth twisting and hands wringing the cloth of her dress. ‘You go,’ she said.

12. The Bargain (Eleanor's POV of 'some hope', documenting one pregnancy and miscarriage)

Also God said to the woman, I shall multiply thy wretchednesses and thy conceivings; in sorrow thou shalt bear thy children; and thou shalt be under the power of thine husband, and he shall be lord of thee. O God, if only it was true. If she had to go through this, there must be some reward, some reason. Her eyes streamed. It was not enough listening to Hume extol the duties of a loyal, patient wife or the promise that God’s will was done and done alone or his scolding that one must not put the Lord to the test. But there had to be some hope, didn’t there? There had to be some reason. She was allowed to be impatient; she was getting older and her prayers to both St. Anne and St. Margaret had thus yielded nothing.

You can send me an ask with one or more numbers (anon is on) and/or vote in the poll below! You can totally do both, too.

[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 2/?

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: Y/N - your name, A/N - any name (your best friend’s name)

Warnings: Swearing, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

Welcome Back! I have, once again, written more of Jason Todd because he’s a fucking teddy bear and I love him.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Y/N and Jason both returned from that date feeling all giddy about each other, but trying their dammed-est to not let their hopes get too high about the other. However, that was extremely, extremely hard for Jason to do with family like Dick in his life. It’s like coming home to a hopeless romantic of a shipper as a nosey bitch. Lovingly, of course. No one’s like Dick.

“So, Y/N?” Dick asked Jason immediately as he entered the Manor.

“Yeah, what about her?”

“So, many questions: Was that a date? If no, will there be a date? Is there going to be a second date? Do you like her? Do you think we’ll like her? Does she know you’re Bruce Wayne’s son?” Dick rambled at his little brother.

“Okay hold on god damn, yes it was a date, yes there will be a second, yeah I think she’s cool and I like her, slow your roll Circus Boy, I don’t know when she’ll meet you lot, I don’t think she knows who I am, she’s from Metropolis, so I don’t think she knows the Waynes well.” Jason answered Dick with confidence.

“So you like her!” Steph mocked as she entered the hallway, probably heard her brothers talking about Y/N, so she wanted in on it. Somehow she had evaded Jason’s gaze though, so she startled him immensely.

“Jeez, how many of you will scare me today? And yeah, dumbass, I like her. But I’m doing this magical thing called ‘Not getting my god damn hopes up about her since it’s only the first date’ you hopeless romantic fucks.” Jason barked at them.

“Yeah, but you love us.” Dick said.

“That might be true, but your meddling is only going to cause chaos, Dick and Steph.”

“What about my meddling, Jay?” Bruce asked. Once again, he had heard the talking about Jason’s new crush and decided he’d parent the boy on his girl. Jason jumped out of his skin, because, he had once again, not seen Bruce enter the hallway despite his best efforts to not get startled again.

“You, are going to give me a heart attack.”

“Looks like this girl let your guard down.”

“Can we just go on patrol and stop badgering me?” Jason muttered under his breath.

“Nope!” Barbara exclaimed. Clearly, there’s a pattern with Waynes escaping Jason’s attempts to not get startled today, “We’re still going to badger you, Jay,” Barbara finished.

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When Y/N made her way back to A/N, she couldn’t help but turn her radio as loud as she could and try to take the longer journey back home. Pieces of quiet and tranquility always surprised and drew her in. Like a good book on a Sunday morning before the rest of the bustling city of Gotham or Metropolis awoke itself. If New York never sleeps, she thought, then what the hell do Gotham and Metropolis call themselves. She laughed.

There were a few good things about Gotham, like the people you’d meet on the street at 4am were some of the weirdest but kindest people you’d ever know. It’s like the city radiated off of the energy of the people in it, and in spite of the villains constantly hitting the city with their worst, somehow everyone never let it get to them. It was admirable. Metropolis was the same in that avenue, but it didn’t feel like the cold Gotham streets.

Y/N thought Jason was one of the kinder people she had met in her travels and classes. And she never thought that she’d meet someone she liked this much in her criminal psychology class of all places, but hey, the universe had different pen strokes for her.

She went and parked her car in the driveway of the rental house she and A/N shared. Only the two of them shared it, but if either of them lost their jobs, they’d be looking for another roommate immediately. Pulling out her bag which was full of notes written by Jason, the original notes written by her, and binders upon binders of criminal cases she was looking into at the time, she would get out of her car and begin walking to her door.

Of course, like most people, she would kick off her heels the minute she walked through the doors of the house, to which, A/N paused her music and went to go question Y/N about Jason.

“So, you know how this works, babes, lay it on me, how’s hottie? Is he kind?” A/N pondered.

“He’s so kind, he paid the printing fees for my notes and rewrote all of them, I guess it’s a system for us now. I write the notes in class while he tries to take it all in, we meet up, and he rewrites them all and pays the printing fee.”

“He paid the fee?! At that college?” A/N said, completely shocked.

“Is that shocking?”

“Well, the printing fees are so fucking expensive, hun. Mans must have daddy’s money to do that.”

“Really? Well regardless money doesn’t matter, he’s kind and I can make a name for myself if I graduate at the top of my class.” She said, fully believing this. Smart woman. She knew she could do it.

“I believe in you, do you have homework tonight? I can make dinner for you so you can study.” A/N offered.

“Nah, I’m just going to go file my notes and shower, I’ll come join you and help after.”

“Well, don’t drown.” A/N joked.

“Do you know how much effort that would take?” She laughed as she walked towards her room, once she got there she pulled out her papers and began the slow filing process of them into her desk.

About 2 minutes into this, she got a text:

Hey stranger.

If someone had a heart monitor hooked up to her, they could have bet their last penny on her heart skipping a beat. 

Hey Jason. She sent back.

I had a fun time today with you, do you want to do the same thing tomorrow, I could use your fast writing skills to get by in classes. And I just like talking to you. What do you say?

She thought. Maybe something legit is here, hopefully I’m not just used for notes. She worried about that, since she was just a tad insecure about him. He was pretty. She knew she was a looker, sure. But he was something more.

I would love to go on another budget date with you.

Budget? Actually yeah, I guess it is budget lol. Maybe next time I’ll actually take you out to lunch like I said I would.

I, honestly, completely forgot you said you’d take me to lunch, I was just having fun as we were talking.

Me too. You’re a hoot.

A hoot? That’s a book nerd statement if I’ve ever heard one. She joked. She didn’t actually know if he was a book nerd at this time, but they had been joking the entire time when she was filing her notes. She was no where near done filing her notes, Jason was a distraction from that, it wasn’t that important, she would end up finishing it later. She just liked some semblance of organization so she didn’t have to put it off.

I’ll have you know I’ve probably read more books than you.

Well book nerds are cute.

Eventually the messages from Jason and Y/N started slowing, Y/N assumed he was tired or working so she took her chance to file her notes and start running her shower.

Sorry Y/N, this has been fun but I’m going to get really sparse with replies, I got work to do.

That’s fine! Where do you work, by the way?

And she got into the shower. Halfway through her shower her phone pinged, she assumed Jason was texting back, so when she finished her shower, before she even got her towel on, she decided to answer him:

I work at Wayne Enterprises with my dad. It’s quite fun.  He had said.

Oh! I’ve heard the owner of Wayne Enterprises is a lovely man, have you met him? She asked him back.

And within an instant, he answered.

He’s my dad, so yeah.

You’re the Jason Todd? Heir to the Wayne Manor and Wayne Enterprises? She started thinking back on what A/N had said. Yep, she thought, Daddy’s money indeed. She started to slip into her pajamas, which were literally a mess and not put together, because this is the real world, not every girl has matching sets, when he answered:

I hope that doesn’t change much, Y/N.

Explains the camera I saw but didn’t mention, and that’s about it.

You saw the cameras? Damn it. I tried to shield you, they may have pictured us together, sorry.

Worth it for a lovely date. I’ve seen worse, my mum works with Clark Kent, who I guess you probably know since he’s Bruce’s best friend, and the paparazzi loves to take Clark’s picture.

Oh yeah, Uncle Clark. Yeah, the pap love him. You get used to it. I guess you somewhat know my family lol.

Nah, that’s about all I know. Wasn’t really interested in drama about you lot because it’s just not my business. Probably not a shared ideal with the general public.

She finished getting dressed and went to go cook with A/N, and share the news.

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“Girl! You were right about daddy’s money oh my god,” Y/N said when she entered the kitchen.

“Go on,” A/N urged.

“You know Jason Todd? Guess what. That’s hottie from Crim Psych 101.”

“Are you serious? That’s insane. You’re probably plastered across the internet right now for that date,” A/N laughed, “are you scared to date a famous man?” She asked.

“No, he’s really sweet and if this gets serious, I can just block out the flashes.”

The two of them laughed and started cooking. A/N was Latina, so, of course, she was in charge to cook most nights. But Y/N made killer desserts and pizza. Tonight was fajitas, so Y/N kind of sat bat and let A/N do her thing. Trying to know more so one day A/N wouldn’t have to do all the work, Y/N went onto the internet and the first thing she saw?

Globally Revered Son of a Millionaire, Jason Todd, out on a DATE with a Mystery Girl?

Like clockwork, Jason answered:

I guess I have a lot to teach you, and I hope you haven’t been on the internet recently.

I have. Globally Revered Son of a Millionaire. She texted back.

Fuck those damn tabloids. He said, she couldn’t help but agree, the paparazzi seem like they’re very invested in stories that aren’t theirs to tell.

Can’t agree with you more. We should put on a show for them tomorrow, actually give them something to write about.

I like your thinking.

You’ve opened up a lot today.

Is it your turn now?

What do you want to know? You asked him before turning to A/N.

“Tabloids talk too much,” you sneered at her.

“Cat should get their tongue and choke on it,” she finished, “did you at least look cute in their pics?” she asked.

“Somehow. Wasn’t even posing,” Y/N finished.

“Well, food’s done, are you still hungry?”

“Always.”

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Jason turned to his brother, Dick, Nightwing, and said, 

“She knows now.”

“That you’re rich?” he asked.

“Yeah, I guess I have to be more wary of her now,” he sighed, “I hope she’s not in it for the Wayne fortune.”

“Doubt she is if she agreed the tabloids can suck it, Red Hood.”

“I pray you’re right.”

He then drew his guns and fired at the ground underneath their laest venture into crime-fighting. This was gonna be one hell of a ride Y/N embarked on, not even knowing what she was getting into.

[imagineclaireandjamie]

The High Road and the Low Road – Part Four

After learning the truth from Claire, a furious Brianna runs to Craig na Dun to prove her mother’s crazy only to fall through the stones herself. 

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

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Roger watched, speechless as the man scrambled down from his horse and awkwardly stumbled toward Claire, who rushed to meet him in a warm embrace.

“Wha– How? Claire, where have ye been these years? We despaired of ye and thought ye dead long ago,” Ian said as he pulled back from her, wiping a hand over his face. 

Roger finally noticed the man’s leg and the pieces slipped into place.

“The brother-in-law,” he said quietly.

Not quietly enough.

“Yes, Roger, this is Ian Murray. Jamie was his brother-in-law, married to his sister, Jenny. But how is Jenny?” Claire pressed on, ignoring Ian’s larger, more daunting questions. “Are she and the children well?”

Still too shocked by Claire’s appearing on the road, Ian blinked and fell into the habit of politeness. “Aye, Jenny’s well enough – and the bairns. We’ve a sight more’n when we last saw ye – grandbairns too. Claire… why? Why did ye no even write to tell us ye yet lived? Jamie never said… He must think ye dead.”

Roger saw Claire begin to sway where she stood and stepped forward, a steadying hand at her back. She leaned into him and nearly caused him to stumble.

“What do ye mean, Jamie thinks she’s dead?” Roger asked, Claire’s weight growing heavier and her breathing coming drawn and shaky.

“Who are you?” Ian asked rather than answer. “Claire, who is this lad?”

“Jamie’s alive?” Claire managed to ask, the reluctance and need to hope in each quiet word.

Ian’s face softened and the tears returned to his eyes. “Aye. Had a mind to die when he arrived, wounded in a wagon. But Jenny wouldna allow it. We thought… with the news of the battle and the army… and what they did after as they set upon the Highlands… We thought ye must be dead and Jamie… He didna say much but what little he did say was that ye were gone – lost.”

“He sent me away,” Claire murmured. She wasn’t leaning into Roger quite as heavily but he could feel her trembling with the shock. “He made me leave. He wanted to be sure we’d be safe.”

Ian looked to Roger with wide eyes but Roger shook his head and held out a hand. 

“Roger Wakefield. I’m a family friend.”

“Ian Murray, though ye kent that.”

“Claire’s mentioned ye, aye,” Roger confirmed. 

“Jamie’s alive,” Claire murmured again, this time with more conviction. “Where is he? Is he at Lallybroch? Do… do you think he would want to see me?”

“Oh, he’d want to see ye alright, though the shock of it might well stop him dead. He’s no at Lallybroch. Has a print shop in Edinburgh. I’m on my way there now, as it happens. My youngest lad – Ian – has up and left, scarin’ Jenny and me, though we ken that’s no his intent. I’d be more worrit did he no go to Jamie every time like a pup after its playmate. But Claire… If ye thought Jamie dead and ye didna write or come to us in the past twenty years… Why are ye here now? Did ye finally have a mind to tell us ye were safe?”

Claire blinked at Ian, awareness of the present returning to her slowly. She glanced at Roger and snapped the rest of the way back to herself.

“I’m looking for my daughter,” she admitted and, when she saw surprise and hope in Ian’s face, Claire confirmed, “She’s Jamie’s. He knew I carried a child and could see how hopeless it was by the time we reached Culloden. His name was on Prince Charles’ declaration – whatever happened he would be… So he decided it would be in battle, that he would go down fighting. But he made me go, knew I wouldn’t be safe at Lallybroch because I would be his widow. I got out and survived a journey to the colonies. I married a man there and he agreed to raise Brianna as his own–”

“Brianna?” Ian interrupted.

“I promised Jamie… It was the last thing he asked of me. All this time I thought he was…” Claire broke down and both men stepped forward to offer her comfort, inspiring a frustrated laugh instead. “The bloody man meant to die. If I’d thought…”

“Aye, Claire. I ken ye wouldna have gone and ye wouldna have kept yer distance,” Ian said. “But where’s the lass now? Now ye’re here and ken the truth, Jamie’ll want to see ye both.”

“I hadn’t told her growing up – the truth about her father. But my husband died and… He was the one who didn’t want her to know and once he was gone…”

“She didna take it well,” Roger added. “She ran off and we’ve come searchin’ for her.”

“Did ye tell her of Lallybroch? Would she be makin’ her way there?” Ian asked glancing back over his shoulder at the way he’d come.

“If you’d encountered her, you would have known her,” Clair assured him with a proud smile. “She looks too much like him.”

Ian chuckled and shook his head. “Well, I might as well help ye search for her. Young Ian will be safe enough wi’ Jamie in Edinburgh and I’d like to see Jamie’s face when I turn up wi’ his lost child for a change.”

Roger looked to Claire who had indeed somehow managed to turn paler.

“Ye’re sure she came this way?”

“We think she must be headed in tha’ direction,” Roger explained, distracting Ian from Claire till she could better collect herself. “More certain now ye’ve confirmed ye havana seen her already.”

Ian glanced back over his shoulder again, his brow furrowed.

“How long ago do ye expect she’d ha’ come through this way?” Ian asked.

“It would only have been sometime last night. We expected her to come back by morning on her own,” Roger said before catching himself – at least he hadn’t mentioned where they’d been when she went missing, Inverness being too far away for any of them to have gotten so far so fast.

But Ian led his horse over to the side of the road where the terrain began to dip again and a small, rundown cabin hid from view.

“My lad has a habit of restin’ there on his way through this stretch,” he told them. “Caught him up here once and tanned his hide by that tree. I’d guess he’d ha’ been here either last night or the day before if he’d managed to ride along wi’ someone passing through. There’s a chance… If yer lass truly has as much of Jamie’s looks as ye say…”

Claire started and Roger frowned.

“Ye cannae think… Brianna would never…” he objected. 

“I’m not so sure,” Claire said. “She is a Fraser, after all.”

Ian laughed. “Aye. They dinna always do what makes sense, especially if their hearts are muddled o’er something. And my lad’s a fair bit of the Mackenzie about him or he’d no have managed to sneak away and make it to Jamie in Edinburgh so many times. Actually, if he’s a companion, it just might slow him down enough to catch him up.” Ian turned to swing himself back up onto his horse. “I’ll ride ahead a ways and try to find ye horses, then swing back to meet ye as best I can.”

“Thank you, Ian,” Claire called.

“When we’ve more time I expect to hear more of yer travels and life in the colonies,” he told her. “And Jenny will have a fair few questions of her own.”

Claire watched him ride ahead, neither her nor Roger able to take a single step from their spont in the middle of the road.

“Jamie’s alive,” Roger said at last, his astonishment written across his face. 

Disbelief, hope and fear warred across Claire’s.

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Edinburgh was incredible. Brianna hadn’t been for more than a shopping trip with her mother early in their visit but that had only been a few weeks ago… for her. What would she make of Inverness? She’d spent more of the visit there and the surrounding area.

Ian had to take her hand and pull her along on several occasions so they wouldn’t be separated.

“Come along, cousin,” he said, causing her to frown. “Ye ken our uncle’s shop is this way.”

“When are you gonna stop doing that?” she hissed. It had been one thing when they were on the road and needed to project some sort of family relationship for their safety.

“Just a wee bit longer at least,” Ian teased. “There’s the sign.”

“A. Malcolm? What’s the ‘A’ for?”

“Alexander, but that’s no really his name – Malcolm either. They’re part of his given name but he couldna easily use his real name as he’s a bit notorious, ken?” Ian rambled excitedly, ushering Brianna forward through the shop door, a bell announcing their entrance.

“Geordie?” a voice called from the back room.

Brianna tried to move off to the side out of the way but Ian’s hand found its way to her back, gently guiding her closer to the counter.

“No, Uncle Jamie,” Ian answered. “It’s only me and I’ve someone I want ye to meet.”

Brianna had frozen at the name. Jamie. But there was no way… She hadn’t told Ian the name of the man her mother had claimed was her father and anyway, Jamie Fraser was dead. James must be as common a name as any and Jamie as well – look at all the Willies and Rabbies there were about.

But there was something in the way Ian was standing behind her, the energy of him, the teasing…

How could he possibly have guessed? How could Jamie Fraser be alive?

Footsteps approached and Brianna could hear the man speaking – scolding – as he made his way to the front of the store.

As soon as she saw him, she knew how Ian had known his uncle was her father. 

Her mother hadn’t lied when she said Brianna looked just like Jamie Fraser

[365days365movies]

May 10, 2021: Blade Runner 2049 (2017) (Recap: Part Two)

Said I’d talk about artificial humans in sci-fi, so...

There are a HELL of a lot of examples of artificial humans in science-fiction, as well as the ethical and philosophical concepts that their existence raises. Now, your definition of “artificial” may differ from medium to medium. At its base form, these are humans that are not born, but made. I’ll be talking fleshy organic humans, not robotic ones. The most common of these is, of course, clones.

A clone, strictly speaking, is a genetically identical copy of a pre-existing organism, in this case a human. While this isn’t technology we’ve applied to humans as of yet (due to the NUMEROUS ethical problems and questions), we have done so with animals, mostly sheep and cats. It’s actually a good way to de-extinct certain species, and we’ve already done experiments with that. Of course...that has its own concerns.

Keeping up the Jurassic Park reference streak! Anyway...

There are a FUCKTON of examples of clones in science-fiction, but since I’m a massive comic book nerd, I’ll use Superboy. The genetic combination of Superman and Lex Luthor, Conner Kent is one of the most prominent clone superheroes. He’s not the only clone of Superman, of course. He’s not even my favorite clone of Superman, to be honest...

Bizarro am the worst. ME WILL LIVE ON THAT HILL.

Oh, and let’s not forget THE most prominent artificial human in comic books PERIOD. I don’t care what her origin in the movies is, that’s never been my favorite version of Wonder Woman. Making her a demigod robs her of something important, in my opinion.

...Should I make a comic book blog? Shit, thinkin’ about it.

OK, before I do that, these are just my favorite examples. Fact is, there are FAR too many examples of artificial humans to go into, whether they’re built, grown, sculpted, conjured, or a chemical reaction with an extra ingredient in the concoction.

And look, I could go on all day about this, but we got a long-ass movie to get back to. SO, lets jump back in. Part One is here!

Recap (2/2)

Understandably exhausted, K returns home, confused and conflicted. However, he’s greeted with a surprise from Joi: a prostitute! Namely, this is Mariette (Mackenzie Davis), one of the girls who approached him earlier. Joi’s called her here in order to be “real” for K, the effect is impressive, if somewhat...off-putting. Still, while K obviously didn’t need this to be happy with their relationship, Joi might, and Mariette’s all on board.

And it doesn’t take K terrible long to get on board, either. As both Mariette and Joi strip, it makes me wonder...how much does this subscription service for Joi cost. There’s no goddamn way this is free, right? Like, how exclusive IS this AI? And they cut from that scene to a Joi commercial, where we hear that Joi becomes anything you want her to be, and does anything you want her to do. But something tells me that...well, that it’s not quite so simple.

Once the night is over, Joi tells Mariette to leave, and not nicely either. Mariette leaves, rebuking her on the way out as well. K, meanwhile, knows that the Blade Runners will soon be coming after him. He’ll be going on the run, and Joi wants to go with him. And so, they put her inside of a remote device, while deleting her information from the main apartment console. This gets the attention of Luv, who head over to the apartment to figure out what’s going on.

K goes to Doc Badger (Barkhad Adbi), who analyzes the horse for him. It’s discovered that old radiation can be found there, and that amount and kind of radiation can only be found in areas where a dirty bomb has been set off. This would be in the desolate and weird-ass ruins of Las Vegas. While nobody lives there at this point, K and Joi go to check it out.

An IMMENSELY frustrated Luv, unaware of K’s discovery about himself, goes to confront Joshi about K’s whereabouts. Luv berates her for being afraid of change, and tells her that she “can’t fend off the tide with a broom”. Which is a great line. However, as Joshi is no use to her at this point, Luv just straight up kills her. Which, I’m sure, will go over well with the whole “Replicants aren’t dangerous” thing.

Meanwhile, in Vegas...shit is WEIRD. First off all, the desolate wasteland is full of statues of giant sexy wimmin, and I mean GIANT statues. Beneath one of them is a series of beehives, which K goes into to get a hand of beeeees. After that, he goes into an abandoned hotel/casino, rigged with tripwires and booby traps. OK. What.

So, somebody’s using this place as a hideaway, despite the entire city being destroyed by a dirty bomb, and probably extremely radioactive. K searches around and finds it empty. He begins to play a piano, hoping to draw someone out. He ends up drawing out a dog, as well as the inhabitant of the hotel.

Rick Deckard (Harrison Ford), baby! Quoting Stevenson’s Treasure Island and holding K up at gunpoint with dog at side is the original Blade Runner himself, Rick Fucking Deckard. God, I love this. Deckard hunts K down throughout the casino, where we see some trippy holograms, and the future of Vegas stageshows (probably).

The two fight, but eventually call a truce and decide to get a drink at the bar. K gets to it pretty quickly, and confronts Deckard on his potential child with Rachael. He confirms that Rachael was indeed pregnant by him, but he had never met his child. Which was the plan, to be fair. He wanted their child to be protected, not hunted down and eventually dissected.

Sometimes, to love someone...you gotta be a stranger.

To an old Frank Sinatra song, a forlorn K (now calling himself “Joe”) looks around, and sees carved wooden animals that resemble the horse that’s haunted his life and memories so much by this point. Which makes sense, considering the foil unicorn from the previous film. Neat little tie-in there.

But paradise is not all it’s cracked up to be, as someone soon comes to find both K and Deckard, despite the fact that K came alone. Although, now that I think about it, Joi may not be one that you can truly trust. Deckard and K try to escape their pursuers, but are caught pretty quickly. In the process, K is injured, but manages to get up in order to fight back. However, this is Luv with these people, and she beats K down EASILY. Turns out that Luv is actually an enforcer, rather than just a secretary. And when Joi awakens from K’s device to ask her to stop, well...she kills the device, and she kills K. In the process, she also takes Deckard away, leaving K behind. Fuck.

K wakes up, only to discover Mariette standing over him in the Las Vegas wasteland. She takes care of him as he wakes up, also stitching up with wounds from the explosion. She tells K to trust her, as well as her compatriots. One of them is the hooded woman from earlier, a Replicant named Freysa (Hiam Abbass). An old friend of Sapper’s she saw the delivery of the child, the “miracle”, and also hid the child away, as it was a symbol that the Replicants are more than just slave, that they are their own masters.

Freysa is building a revolution in order to free the Replicants once and for all. And I’m hard-pressed to disagree with their cause, not gonna lie. However, this comes at a price. In order to prevent Wallace from killing the cause, K must prevent Deckard from leading them to Freysa. They must do what they can until they can reveal the child to the world. For she will be their leader.

Fuck.

Understandably COMPLETELY crushed at this revelation, and more confused than ever, K collapses. Freysa tells him that they ALL wish they were the one, and they all believe. It’s at this point, that K realizes exactly who the Hybrid is: Dr. Ana Stelline. The horse from earlier, it turns out, did in fact belong to her, and she planted her childhood memory with the horse in K’s mind as a Replicant. Damn. DAMN! That’s why the memory moved her so: because it was hers.

Meanwhile, Deckard awakens to a separate nightmare: Jared Leto telling him how he feels about him. After all, Deckard helped to create the first Replicant-human hybrid. He asks him for his help in obtaining the child, so that the key of Replicant reproduction can be further unlocked. And he proceeds in convincing Deckard by playing audio of Rachael and his first meeting (from the first film, of course).

Niander fucks with him further, by suggesting Deckard was summoned all those years ago specifically to fall in love with Rachael in order to father a child with her. But despite all of this, Deckard refuses to give up any of his information. And so, Niander pulls out his ace-in-the-hole...and it’s a real shitty thing to do to a man in mourning. 

Damn. Dude rebuilt Rachael, tries to tempt Deckard with her, FAILS, then lets Luv shoot her in the head. Fucking power move, and fuck Niander for playing it. Dude is a DICK. Meanwhile. that one visual from every single ad of this movie is happening, and I can FINALLY use one of the 8000 GIFs of it, goddamn.

Not gonna lie, it’s an iconic appearance, so I get why it’s so famous. Anyway, K considers a suicidal option, now that he knows the truth. However, before we get to see the final decision, we get to see Deckard being taken back to LA for interrogation by Wallace. However, to prevent him from potentially leading Wallace to the secret of Ana Stelline, K suddenly appears, opening fire on their ship.

The craft is downed, and K exits the car to engage in a firefight with Luv. He appears to win, but Luv isn’t killed once she’s shot. The two have a fistfight out in the rain, and Deckard waits for water to slowly kill the craft that he’s still inside of.

As expected, Luv handles herself well, and despite a number of close calls, she JUST. WILL. NOT. DIE. Damn, she’s resilient. However, despite K, Luv, and Deckard all nearly drowning in an INTENSE fight between the Replicants, an enraged and crazed Luv finally eventually drowns, ending her threat for good. 

K saves Deckard from the sinking ship, and agrees to stage his death, allowing him to meet his daughter for the first time. Once at her facility, K returns Deckard’s horse to him, knowing that it was a gift from him. He tells Deckard that his best memories all come from her, implying that this makes him similar to Deckard’s son, which he picks up on when he asks if he’s OK.

Deckard goes to meet his daughter, and K hangs out on the stairs outside. He feels the snow fall on his hand, and he just...watches it all fall around him. He sits, and he watches it all. And meanwhile, Deckard meets his daughter for the first time.

...Can I just say...GODDAMN!

That movie was absolutely stellar, and it’s definitely landing in the high ‘90s for me, calling it now. I...wow. Seriously. Amazing.

See you in the Review!

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Stone Skipping Final Part

Summary: The Batfamily has always been so crazy that no one notices the silent sister. She’s made her way through college with no one else realizing, sometimes forgetting about her completely. How many times can she bounce back before sinking?

Warnings: Angst?

Request: Part one wasn’t.

Pairing?: Family; Batfamily x Sister! Reader a small bit of Bart Allen x Reader at the end.

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The CCPD was calmer than normal, no crimes from any of the rouges but it could not be said by some of the other cities in the country. Work was simple, a catch up day of reports for most. (Y/n) Wayne was looking through a few cases that were thought to be linked. She had been working for the CCPD for the past two years, starting the job in her last year of college.

It had been five years since Damian and her moved to Central City. Damian worked as a veterinarian not too far, though (Y/n) said he would’ve been a good asset to the Police Department as a detective. Both left the lives they lived in Gotham behind, not wanting to go back. They may be the biological heirs to the company but they knew Tim could handle it just fine. Neither (Y/n) or Damian ever made a move to talk to their dad or brothers. Alfred was the only one allowed to stay with them.

"(Y/n), there are two men asking to talk to you," an officer stated.

"What are their names? Because if it's my dad or brother's I don't want to speak with them."

The guy nodded and walked away to go talk to the pair that wanted to talk to her. Quickly she compared fingerprints and weapons from a recent case to one that happened a few months back. The crimes were very similar, too similar in the way they were planned, they had to be connected in some way or shape.

“(Y/n), they said their names were Bart Allen and Jon Kent. Do you still want them to come in?”

A smile graced the young woman’s face and she nodded, “Yes right away.”

Jon, Bart, Damian and (Y/n) were all close friends. They helped each other out and helped each other through school. More often than that they just hung out like normal people and lived normal lives. Inside jokes and random visits were a normalcy among the group, not one falter was possible between them. (Y/n) was going to guess that the man was new to the station since everyone knew who Jon and Bart were. Looking up as two figures she stood up sharply a glare in her eyes. Now she was certain the man was new or paid off, no one would let those two in to talk to her. It was common knowledge that the (Y/n) and Damian Wayne didn't talk to the rest of their family and everyone knew who was in the group.

She tapped her bracelet that went unnoticed at the sight of the two. Damian would come as soon as possible, as would Bart and Jon. She needed to get away from these two, now.

"Sit down sis, we just want to chat."

"There is nothing to chat about Timothy. Why did you and Richard come? You know I want nothing to do with Gotham or the rest of our family. So why are you two bothering me while I'm clearly working?"

Both men frowned at her, "Look we just wanted to apologize about-"

"About what?” (Y/n) cut off. She was well aware that her co-workers were getting ready to move the two young men if needed. “About forgetting my existence for all the time you’ve known me? Only showing you cared when I left for Central? Richard, Timothy, if you wanted anytime to apologize then it should have been soon after I left. It’s been five years, not five weeks, five years. I’ve made a life for myself and so has Damian, we don’t plan on leaving our new lives.

“If you wished to apologize then go ahead apologize, that doesn’t mean a I’ll be forgiving you for what you did. You can talk to Damian, that is if he doesn’t punch you first.” She nodded as she looked past the two and to her friends and little brother. None of them looked happy, in fact Damian looked ready to murder both of them, Tim mostly.

“Honestly, don’t you remember when we skipped stones?” Dick tried to get to her. All he got was a blank look and a nod. “We had fun and we were siblings.”

“The key words in that sentence are had and were. Dick, you have no right to come here and make sure she talks to you.”

Dick looked at Bart in surprise of what came out of the young speedster’s mouth. Jon nodded in agreement and Damian was faster than you could blink. One second he was next to Jon and the next he was in front of Tim. The only things holding back were his morals and Jon’s grip on his arm.

“(Y/n) we can remove them from the premises if you wish.”

“That won’t be necessary Captain. I’m sorry for the disruption, may I leave early?”

“Of course.”

The woman packed her things and grabbed Tim’s and Dick’s arms before dragging them out with her three boys behind her, all chuckling in amusement. Soon they reached a small diner where the six got a table.

“Why are you two here?” (Y/n) questioned. She looked Tim dead in the eye and he couldn’t help but remember the night she had left, the day right before Damian’s graduation. Dick couldn’t believe how much his sister had grown from when he last saw her on Christmas about six or seven years back.

“We wanted to talk,” Dick replied, he was trying hard to stay calm but couldn’t as Jon sat next to him, giving him pointed glares.

Damian rolled his eyes from across Jon, “Well, we’re talking. You better say what you need to by the time this early dinner ends. We have places to be.”

“The winter festival,” Tim guessed. “We know what you four have been up to for the past few years. You all volunteer at homeless shelters, help out where ever your needed, only as your civil identities. You four are like everyday heroes that help with the small stuff.”

“While that is all correct, why have you been keeping tabs on us in the first place?” Damian questioned, his eyes zeroed in on the older men.

Dick shrugged, “Wanted to make sure our little siblings are well and safe.”

The two Waynes scoffed and rolled their eyes, glancing down at the menus. They both doubted that was the reason why they tried to corner (Y/n) at her job. The waitress took their drink orders and hurried off but the tension still stood.

“Look, why are you really here? What could you possibly know?”

“Enough,” Tim said causally. “Damian’s a veterinarian, not that I’m surprised by that. You’re a forensic sciencetist, that was a little startling seeing as you went to medical school. Jon’s a journalist like Clark, one of the best actually which is surprising, I always remembered you as a goof ball. Bart is also a scienctist that specializes in physics. All four of you live in Central City, right across the hall from each other in fact. (Y/n) and Damian live in the same apartment that the had moved into and Jon and Bart live as roommates right around the hall. However, Jon and Damian spend more time with each other while Bart and (Y/n) spend more time with each other. Should we be worried about that?”

“Should you even care?” Bart snapped. “These are our personal lives and no offense Drake, we don’t want you in it. You had your shot and you missed it.”

“Look, we just want to set a new play field,” Dick began. “We don’t have to be friends though we’d prefer it. We know being siblings is out of the question so friends?”

“Acquaintances,” Damian spoke up. “We’ll see about friends in the future but we’re acquaintances. I don’t forgive you for what you’ve done and by the look in (Y/n)’s not forgiving you guys either.”

“Damian’s correct, I don’t forgive you and nor will I be your friend at this time. We will only be acquaintances and nothing more. I have not intention on being your sister in any time.”

The six sat in silence, a little less tension than before. Soon after dinner was over they went their separate ways. Though Dick and Tim were not Damian and (Y/n)’s siblings and would never be, perhaps becoming friends would be better. The pair went back to Gotham and informed everyone of what had happened, no one was overly pleased. The group of four however enjoyed the rest of their evening laughing and talking all happy that the festival was taking place.

There were things that had changed over the past five years like stones being skipped.

First, Damian stopped being so serious and stiff. He would talk, laugh, and joke like most people his age would. He enjoyed his life as he lived it and didn’t insult people unless they deserved it. The press and media saw the change of the Past Gotham Prince and people saw him as he had truly become. A young man with a love for animals who was actually a truly caring person that would help anyone and everyone.

Second, (Y/n) had let her emotions take more control over her thoughts and actions than she normally had. She was able to help as many people as she could both in and out of her job. She was great at her job and people seemed to recognize her as more than just a silent and pretty face. She was a smart woman and was ready for most anything and to help those who needed it. She wasn’t Gotham City’s princess anymore but a Central City Hero.

Third, Jon had indeed moved to Central City and followed Clark’s footsteps as he became one of the best journalists known around the nation. He gave his adoptive parents a run for their money as he wrote and got his stories published. His powers helped him, especially his super hearing which could pick up most conversations that he wanted to hear. He was a favorite in Central City for his writing, it was something that surprised those closest to him but he had a natural talent for it.

Fourth, Bart gave up the superhero gig and started a normal life. He’d get called in about once every year for an extreme emergency and that was all he’d listen to. He didn’t have an easy job as a physicist as it was a complicated task but he enjoyed it none the less. He was one of the best in the city.

Fifth, Bart and (Y/n) had gotten together, but they didn’t go public. Last thing they wanted was for the press and media to find out so they just acted like good friends in front of people. It hasn’t changed the group’s dynamic at all, they were all great friends and that would never stop.

They had changed into people they never thought they would be. All four were happy, glad to have each other and glad to have left.

“Stone skipping?” Damian asked as they got hot chocolate.

“I was naive, thought it was fun. I liked to see how far I could get it to skip before sinking.”

The group smiled and joked around, teasing each other as the winter festival brought joy to everyone there. Even so, Damian couldn’t help but think that people themselves were like skipping stones, they could only go so far before they sunk to their lowest point. It was only a matter of time before someone went to pick them back up again and test how far they could go once again and doing better than before, perhaps even reaching the goal that was set. It was a never ending cycle and he couldn’t help but smile even more as he realized that his sister was like an embodiment of that cycle.

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Note: I don’t know why, but writing the last part made me very emotional. When writing this chapter I realized what Damian had and I hope I’ve entertained you! You can message me request if you want me to write something but I hope you all have a good day and enjoyed what I wrote. Also shoutout to @lizlil for being so kind and writing what she had. But shoutout to everyone that liked the story or commented on them.

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“I want a divorce” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Well. The title is rather self-explanatory. Hope you’ll like it ;) : 

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It wasn’t a rare occurrence for the youngest Wayne boy to barge uninvited in the Kent’s household. He’d come to play video games with Jon, or to just hang out with his friend. 

More often than not, he’d stay for lunch (and of course compare every single thing made with what his mom or Alfred make). And though he never called to say when he would come, apparently thinking it uncessary to do so, he was always welcomed. 

He was such a good friend to Jon, that neither Clark nor Lois minded. Both boys had a good influence on the other, as surprising as this might sound. Besides, Jon too, often went to Wayne Manor uninvited. 

Though unlike the Kents, Bruce grumbled about it all the time. 

Mainly because the kid always flew there using his powers. Your husband told Clark countless times to just ask and he would send a helicopter to fetch him…of course, only Bruce Wayne would think it reasonable to get a helicopter instead of his son flying discreetly there (he always made sure to land in the forrest next to Wayne Manor, so no one would notice him).

Yes, Damian was always welcomed in the Kents’ house, wether he was invited or not. Lately, Lois even managed to make him do the dishes, a feat that she was very proud of. 

Oh and if only she knew that you were the one responsible for that change in your son. One day Jon was visiting and helping Alfred to clean up after diner, and you were thanking him. That’s Superman’s son “betrayed” his friend and made a comment about Damian never helping out when he visited his house, which made you scold him and tell him that it was the polite thing to do to at least offer some help ! 

You’d never tell Lois of course. It was better that she thought she was the one convincing your son to do it. 

Today was one of those unplanned visit. 

Damian knocked on the door (which should have been the first sign that something was wrong, as usually he would directly climb through Jon’s bedroom window. What was it with those Wayne boys and not using doors ?). 

Clark was the one to open and was indeed more surprised that the boy knocked rather than him being here uninvited.

“Hello Mr. Kent, is Jon here ?”

“Mr Kent” ? Asking politely if his son was here and not just making himself at home by coming in ? Clark had no shadow of a doubt that this was your doing. You probably had a little conversation with him about the fact that climbing through people’s windows wasn’t very nice. 

Only you, could make your youngest son behave like that.

“Hi Damian. And yes, he’s upstairs doing his homework. Come on in.”

“His homework ? Maybe I should come back later, then ? I don’t want to bother him, or you.”

That genuinely rendered Clark speechless. Has his best friend’s son been replaced by someone else ? A form of alien body snatcher or something ? Since when did Damian care about wether Jon was busy or not ? Not that he would impose himself if he really was, but homework ? Damian would usually help him out with it so it would be done fast and then they could hang out. 

Clark was staring at the boy with his mouth open, not sure wether it was really Damian Wayne in front of him or not, when Lois walked past them and noticed the boy.

“Oh hey there Damian, coming to see Jon ?”

By saying that, she was expecting a sarcastic : “oh no, I came here to visit the neighborhood, I’m very interested in real estate” or something of the like, as obviously he was coming to see Jon. But she liked little snarky Damian, he made her laugh, which is why she asked him “dumb” questions on purpose sometimes. So she was very surprised when instead, he said : 

“I was, but he’s doing his homework so I should come back later when he’s not busy. I don’t want to be a nuisance or anything.”

Lois stopped in her track. For a few seconds, she wasn’t sure wether the boy was serious or just extremely sarcastic (just like you). But after observing him for a while, she could clearly see he was being genuine. She looked at Damian curiously. 

Which made the boy uncomfortable. Why were they staring at him like that ? What was their problem ? Were they having a brain aneurysm or something ?  Should he just…leave ? Or should he make sure they were ok first ?

But before Damian could do anything, Jon came downstairs and saw all of them bundled up at the front door.

“What’s going on here ? Mom ? Dad ? …Oh hey Damian !”

“Hi. Are you done with your homework ?”

“Oh yeah, it was easy peasy ! Hey come on, I just got to a new level in « Cheese Viking » and unlocked new weapons !!”

Jon ran back upstairs, not even noticing that his parents seemed to be frozen in their place, staring intently at Damian. Your son stared back for a few seconds, wondering what got into them, before following Jon up.

There was a few moments of silence, before Clark turned to his wife and said :

“Did he just…Was he just being…”

“Weirdly polite and considerate ?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah. Must be (Y/N)’s doing.”

“Must be.”

They both looked towards the stairs where their son and Damian disappeared just a few seconds before, and looked at each other again.

Damian was always more polite and nice when you were around. It seemed like you had this positive effect on your family, managing to get the best out of your children, out of Bruce. 

Around you, they always were more relaxed and happy, which made them act in a nicer way. Not because they were afraid of you and your wrath (well, maybe that a little, and it was well known that you highly disliked impolite people), but because you just had that soothing effect on them. 

They just felt better when around you, which made them behave in a lighter, more optimistic way.  To be honest, most of the time, you didn’t even make them behave in a nicer way on purpose, they just…became softer when you were around. 

Clark always saw a clear shift in Bruce’s mood, when he was out on long missions for the Justice League and wasn’t able to see you for days, even weeks at a time. It always made him more…More like when he first met Clark and you weren’t in the picture yet. 

He was moodier, less patient, more snappy and violent. 

More than once Clark asked “how is (Y/N) doing ?” to Bruce when the man was being particularly annoying and harsh, just so that he would lift up his mood (and by extension, get off his back a little). 

Bruce, as Batman or not, would always have a fond expression on his face, even a quick dumb smile before getting his emotions back in check, at the mere mention of you. 

The members of the Justice League often used your name to defuze delicate situation with the Batman. He could get so severe and unforgiving, they were very thanksful for your existence and the way you seemed to, even when you weren’t there, make him soften up. Make him more human, or rather, allowing this human side of him to surface without him wanting to immediately suppress his feelings so he would never get hurt again. 

Now of course he was still very much the intimidating and stoic Batman wether you were around or not, but he just had moments of...”weakness” (or strength, really), where his expression softened, and he let go of certain things he would usually not let go of. 

He’d still stare dagger into anyone mentioning that fact though. 

And this sort of soothing effect you had ? It worked on all your children too.

Dick got down from irattional anger more than once because someone said something like “what would your mom think of you right now ?”. 

Jason stopped killing because he saw how much it hurt you, and finally came to understand his father’s point of view thanks to you.

Tim would get out of his « focused » mode (the moments when he was so into something that he didn’t hear anything around him, and would forget to eat and sleep) if he heard your name, and talking about you and your worries for him would always be a sure way to get him to bed. 

Cassandra was less afraid to talk and show her emotions, when you were there. She felt safe and warm and minded less to show her true self. 

And Damian…Well Damian was overall just more agreable and polite when you were around. Because you made him want to be a better person. He wanted to show you he wasn’t the boy the Al’Ghuls raised, but your boy. 

One that was compassionate and that cared about others.

So yeah, he would be nicer when you were around. He was nicer overall, of course, compared to when he first came in your life…But he was also his father’s son, which meant that sometimes, he’d get arrogant, patronizing even. 

But oh well, you never wanted to change him per se, you just wanted to make him feel loved and safe. It was a bonus really, that thanks to that Damian showed his true color. 

He was never a ruthless warrior who killed without regret, and who wanted power. He was actually a very sensitive boy…but that of course, was a little secret between you, him, his siblings, father and Alfred. 

He couldn’t risk others to think he was a total softie, which is why sometimes he could be a bit…well, smug and annoying, really. 

Even with you, to be honest. There were times he thought he knew everything better than everyone else and drove you completely crazy. But he couldn’t be perfect. He was still a human. Of course sometimes he’d get on your nerve, especially as he was entering his teen years…

In any case, your presence made him want to be better, but it didn’t mean that he couldn’t sometimes act all smug and all (he was his father’s son after all...Plus, you too could be highly sarcastic, petty and cynical, not letting anyone walk on your feet, and a bit too brutally honest at times). 

And with the Kents ? Especially with Clark and Jon (he always seemed to be a bit softer with Lois, and she was pretty sure it was because she somehow reminded him of you), he could be a little asshole. And he most definitely never cared about wether Jon was doing his homework or not. 

If he wanted to see him, then he’d just invite himself in the house without worries of inconveniencing them. 

So for Damian to act like he just did, unsure and worried he would bother them, both Lois and Clark were pretty sure you must have scolded him for some reasons…But oh, they were actually rather far from the truth.

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“Are you okay Damian ?” 

��Huh ?”

Damian turned to Clark and looked at him blankly for a few seconds. They were around the kitchen table, eating dessert, and the boy was clearly someplace else, lost in his thoughts. Damian answered : 

“Yes, the pie is very good. Good job, Mrs. Kent.”

Ok. Definitely not the answer Clark and his family were expecting. It was clear that Damian didn’t hear a word of what Superman said, and just answered automatically to a question the man often asked him when it was dessert time.

“Um, Damian ?”

The boy looked up at Clark with a questioning look in his eyes, before the man continued : 

“Are you okay ?” 

There was a few more seconds of silence, where it seemed like Damian was pondering his answer, before he finally said : 

“...Yes ?” 

Which definitely didn’t sound convincing. And did not sound like something Damian would say. The boy was always so sure of himself...Lois exchanged a look with her husband and son, and they all stared at him. He didn’t even seem to really notice it, as he was once more deep in his thoughts. 

It wasn’t like Damian Wayne, to be daydreaming that much and answering questions half-heartedly like that. If a question annoyed him, he’d just get very snarky and be done with it. But here ? Right now ? He suddenly seemed like a little kid who lost his parents in a crowded mall. 

He was looking right through them, and a strange lingering sadness fell heavy in his eyes...Clark asked, once again : 

“Are you sure you’re okay, chum ?” 

The question seemed to surprise Damian, and he turned back to Clark. He just stared at the man for a little while, before answering in a low voice, almost a whisper :  

“I-I don’t know.” 

“What do you mean, you don’t know ?”

“I-I came here hoping it would take my mind off of something. Playing video games with Jon usually makes me forget some of my worries. But-But it’s not working today.” 

Touched by the fact that Damian came to his house when he felt a bit overwhelmed, Clark answered, his voice soft and reassuring : 

“What is the matter, champ ?” 

There was yet another silent. Damian was staring at his pie, refusing to raise his eyes because...Oh God. Clark, Lois and Jon quickly realized why Damian was averting their gaze, and they had no idea how to react to that.

He was crying. 

Damian was crying. 

His tears falling heavily on his piece of apple pie. Out of reflex, Clark reached for his shoulder and...And something very unexpected happened. It kind of freaked the mighty Superman out.

Damian jumped out of his chair and into Clark’s arms, burying his face in his shirt and sobbing slowly. What the hell happened, to put him in such a state ? Even during very difficult time, Clark never saw the boy shed a tear. Never. 

“My-I think my-I...My parents, I think they’re going to divorce !” 

He managed to finally say in between hiccups, and suddenly everything made sense to Clark and his family. 

Divorce ? You and Bruce ? How was it even possible ? Clark never saw anyone as deep in love as you two were...What happened ? 

************

The night before, Damian couldn’t sleep and whenever this happened, he would walk around the Manor until he would get tired. He would usually avoid going anywhere near his parents’ bedroom, for obvious reasons...But he was getting very sleepy and didn’t even realize his feet were directing him towards there. 

Once he realized, he made a face and was about to quickly turn around before hearing anything that would make him want to vomit...When he heard his mom yell angrily, which was definitely not a sound he was used to hear coming from this room.

“Curiosity killed the cat”, the saying went. And Damian would soon realize that he would have rather not being so curious that day...

“How could you do this to me Bruce ?!” 

He heard you yell, and you sounded so mad...Damian’s heart skipped a beat. What did his father do ?

“Come on (Y/N), you’re being unreasonable !” 

“I am not ! You’re just being such a jerk, why ? Why did you do this ?” 

What did his father do ?! Damian, ear against their bedroom door, was listening intently, his heart beating faster than ever. He never heard his parents fight, genuinely fight ! He saw them argue a few times, but they never yelled at each others like that ! 

This had to be serious. 

“I had to (Y/N), and you know it !” 

“You had to ? Does...Does any of this even matter to you, Bruce ? Do I matter to you ?”

“You know you do !”

“Then why did you betray me like that ? Why ?”

“Because that was my only option !”

“No it wasn’t ! You could’ve...you could’ve...You know what ? I’ve had enough !”

“You’ve had enough ?” 

Damian’s mind was running a hundred miles per hour, trying to figure out what his father could have done to anger you so much ! It must have been something terrible ! And the tone his father used when he said “you’ve had enough ?”, it sounded like he was almost desperate...

“Yes. This is the straw that broke the camel. I’m done. I’m so done.”

“What do you mean ? You can’t be done we-”

“Yes I can. And I am. You know what Bruce ? I always knew you’d break my heart one day. I just...” 

Damian’s heart stopped. What was happening ? 

“I just never thought it would be in such a way.”

“(Y/N) I-” 

“I don’t want to hear any more of your excuses. Any more of your lies. You said you would never do this, and yet...Yet here we are.” 

“I’m really-” 

“I said I didn’t want to hear you anymore. You went too far. You know you went too far. And I can’t find the strength in me to forgive you this time...I just can’t...” 

“So what ? You’re just gonna leave then ? Give up ?” 

“Yes Bruce. Yes. Exactly. That’s what I’m going to do. I gave you so many chances Bruce, so many. But you just never change, do you ? I hoped...I hoped I could convince you to...I...I was wrong.” 

“Clearly.” 

No ! No what was his dad doing ?! Damian wanted to burst into the room and yell that whatever Bruce did, he should apologies again and again, until you’d believe him. Why would he take such a cold tone now ? Why would he...Why ?! 

Oh but Damian knew his dad better than a lot of people. He knew that when cornered, his father could swallow up all his emotions and become a machine. He knew that if pushed far enough, his father would push back with triple the force. And so when Damian heard the coldness in his father’s voice, he understood that this was it. 

“I can’t believe I trusted you.” 

“It’s not my fault you were so naive. You can only be mad at yourself, (Y/N).” 

“How dare you say that to me ?! When I always supported you in everything you did ?!” 

“What do you want me to say, (Y/N) ?! You don’t want to hear my apologies, you don’t want to hear the truth, you-”

“The truth ? THE TRUTH ?! YOU MEAN THAT YOU’RE A TRAITOR THAT HOLDS NOTHING SACRED ?! NOT EVEN YOUR WIFE’S TRUST ?!” 

This was getting so out of hand. What did his father do ? What did his father do ?! Damian’s heart couldn’t stop from beating hard. What should he do ? Should he intervene ? But he never had the time to...

He had no idea what happened in there, but after a short silence, your voice raised again saying, lower than before, and clearly saddened : 

“So that’s it huh ? That’s all you have to say then ?” 

“Yes. You won’t listen to me anyway, no matter what. You’re done ? When I’m done too. I did what I had to. I’m sorry you got hurt in the process, but that needed to be done.” 

Another silence. A heavy one. A silence so deep that all Damian could hear was his rapid beating heart. When finally, you talked again : 

“Ok. So that’s how it is. Those are your last words ?”

“Yes.” 

“Ok then...Well, I want a divorce if that’s how it’s going to be !”

Damian’s blood froze in his veins, as he heard those words coming out of his parents’ room.

Wh…What ?

A divorce ? No. No this couldn’t be ! What was going to happen to the family, if you divorced ? And what did his father do to make you want to divorce ? It seemed like it was only the day before that he saw you two be grossly in love...And it was the day before ! 

What happened ? Or maybe...Maybe it was all just a facade ? 

Damian remembers reading somewhere that a lot of couples that want to divorce stay together just for the kids. Even if they can’t stand each others anymore, they won’t split up so they can raise their children in a “normal” household. 

And that definitely sounds like something you two would do,  if you fell out of love or something...Damian always thought you loved each others deeply, and that it would never end, but what if it did ? What if the love you both had for your children was the only thing holding you two together ? 

And what if whatever his father did, finally broke this bond ? Finally made you want to truly leave ? 

Divorce. 

The word sounded awful in his mind. And he felt like he was about to cry...What would happen, if you divorced ? With whom would he live ? He didn’t want to see less of you or of his father because you two weren’t together anymore ! 

Divorce. No. This wasn’t possible...And yet. Yet as Damian heard your footstep go to the bedroom door, he had to face the truth. 

Your son quickly hid in the shadows of the corridor so you wouldn’t see him as you exited the bedroom, as he was pretty sure he wasn't ready to face you just yet, after learning such an awful news...

You stopped at the door frame and turned around, saying : 

“I’m going to sleep in one of the guest room. The further from you I can.” 

“Fine.” 

“Fine.” 

And on that note, you slammed the door shut and walked, without looking back, towards the East wing of the Manor. Indeed, the opposite of where your room was...

When you slammed the door, it didn’t shut off properly as it bounced on the frame, and so the door was still slightly opened. Damian peaked in, and what he saw convinced him that you and his father were truly going to divorce. 

Bruce was sitting on the bed, facing the wall so that Damian could see his face. And he looked...broken. Sad. So sad. 

It could only mean one thing. If you did divorce, it wouldn’t be Bruce’s choice but yours. Which meant...You finally gave up. 

Damian had no idea what his father did, but he knew that he already hurt you many times. When he used to have his “dark days”. When he was unfairly harsh at times, too deep into his Batman persona. When...When...

Bruce wasn’t always easy and sweet on you. He could be a very difficult man to live with. But Damian always thought you could handle it, after all, you did for so many years...But he guessed that even the best snapped. 

Divorce. 

Damian hated that word. 

************

After witnessing you and Bruce fight, Damian definitely couldn’t fall asleep anymore. He couldn’t go to you, or to his father for comfort of course...so he went to the next best thing, his sibling.

He went to his sister first.

Cass opened her eyes groggily, and was met with a distressed Damian...Which instantly awoken her. She sat up in bed and said, tensed : 

“Damian, problem ?” 

But Damian wouldn’t tell her yet. He guided her through the Manor, and to Tim’s room before waking him up too (way more aggressively than how he woke Cass up). 

“Ah oh no I didn’t ask for licorice ice cream ! Please spare me !” 

Tim yelled, jumping out of his bed in a panic. For a few seconds, Damian forgot the awful thing he just witnessed to judge the hell out of his brother...But just for a few mere seconds, before his sadness crept once again in his bones. 

“What’s happening ? What is it ? Are we under attack ?!” 

Tim continued, rubbing his eyes and looking around the room haphazardly, grabbing his blanket as a “weapon”. Until he finally noticed Damian and Cassandra. He was about to get mad when he spotted his little brother’s expression. The hell happened, why did he look so heartbroken ?! 

An ancient “older bro” instinct grabbed his soul, and he grabbed Damian by the shoulders, looked at him right in the eye and asked : 

“What’s the matter Dam’ ?” 

************

“Don’t be ridiculous Damian, mom and dad would NEVER divorce, they’re much too in love for that !”

Tim said, wide awake now. Yes. This was just ridiculous. Everyone could see how in love his parents were. They always rubbed in in everyone’s nose, wether intentionally or not. 

“Well I thought so too ! But then I heard them arguing, father said that mom was being unreasonable, and mom said that she wasn’t, and talked about wanting a divorce !”

“You actually heard her say that ? Are you sure you didn’t just have a nightmare ? I get super vivid one sometimes too, especially about our family breaking up into pieces...” 

“No Tim ! It wasn’t a nightmare ! It was real ! A real nightmare !”

“So it was a nightmare ?” 

Cassandra rolled her eyes and said : 

“Not nightmare. But looks like nightmare, if really real.” 

“Oh...” 

It baffled Cass, that Tim could be the smartest of them all, and sometimes the most dense one. The girl turned to her little brother, and asked : 

“What happened ? From beginning to end ?” 

And so Damian said the entire story, of how he surprised their parents’ fight. When Tim still looked unconvinced, he dragged him all the way to the guest room you were deeply asleep in and...

Faced with the reality of what was happening, Tim almost had a full on panic attack there and there. 

No. No no no. His parents couldn’t divorce ! With whom would he live ? ...No, he couldn’t even think about having to chose ! No. No this couldn’t happen. 

Tim, when he was very young, already witnessed his biological parents’ divorce and...it was so destructive ! It ruined his chance to ever have a normal home ! Tim always been convinced that his biological parents’ divorce is what lead them to take all their bad decisions, what made them so bitter and dangerous, and what ultimately killed them.

Because they didn’t have that “other half” to rely on...And Tim was sure of all this, after he witnessed his “new” mom and dad being so damn in love with each others. Supporting each others every day, and helped each other walk on the path of life. 

Without you, Bruce was but a shadow of himself. And vice versa. So how could this be possible ?! Tim refused to believe it. He simply refused to. 

And yet, here, faced with you sleeping in the guest room, he had to admit the truth. You never slept elsewhere than in your shared bedroom. Never. Because neither you nor Bruce could sleep if the other one wasn’t there (you always repeated that to your children, kind of grossing them out at times). 

You needed to feel each others’ warmth to sleep and yet...yet here you were, deeply asleep in the guest room. Did that mean you didn’t love their dad anymore ? And that Damian was right, you two were really going to get a divorce ? 

Breathing heavily, Tim fell back first against the wall. His brother and sister rushed to him, mimicking what they saw you do with him whenever he had a panic attack. 

Helping him find a regular way to breathe again...But the more Tim thought about it, the more he panicked. Who was going to soothe him if you and Bruce divorced ? If you weren’t there anymore ? But would he stay with his dad ? What if he went with you ? No, Tim couldn’t quite ever forgive him if he left his father alone, as Bruce was more prompt to fall into darkness than you were...but then, who would soothe him during his panic attack ?! 

Cassandra laid her hand on her brother’s forehead, and breathed heavily. Slowly, Tim followed her breathing and calmed down. But he couldn’t move quite yet, so Cass sat next to him, and Damian sat on his other side. 

“What are we going to do ?” 

Damian asked, voice broken, tears slowly welling up in his eyes. Tim, still a bit winded, didn’t think twice before putting an arm around his little brother’s shoulders, and everyone knew this was a desperate situation when Damian curled up against him, as both of them were rarely affectionate. 

“Don’t know.” 

Cassandra said, curling up on Tim’s other side. 

“What are we going to become ?” 

“Don’t know.” 

“Is it our fault ? I read somewhere that 60% of divorce happened because of the kids.” 

“I read somewhere that 70% of couples stayed together because of the kids.” 

“So either way, they’re unhappy because of us ?” 

“Maybe.” 

Your three youngest children, curled up against each other in the dark corridor, didn’t manage to reassure each other this time. They usually always were able to...but this time, they got even more depressed. 

Divorce. 

What was going to happen, if you really got a divorce ?

Cass raised her eyes towards the door of the room in which you slept peacefully. Much too peacefully to her taste...You always said you couldn’t sleep, if Bruce wasn’t there. And he always said he couldn’t sleep properly without you. So why were you sleeping so deeply ? 

There was only one explanation to that. You fell out of love with him. Or something of the like. 

And the word “divorce” suddenly became very real. 

************

The next day, they found their father sitting alone at the breakfast table. When they came in the room, he left hurriedly, and went down the Batcave...this early ? This was odd. 

Damian decided to leave for the Kents’ household, in the hope that it would take his mind off of things...But it didn’t work. 

Instead, he found himself crying in Superman’s arms, about how his parents were going to divorce. And when he told the entire story to Clark, Lois and Jon ? Their faces said it all. 

It definitely didn't look good. 

Clark thought that if it was any other people, then it wouldn’t be so bad. Sometimes, your words could go further than what you really thought, you know ? Especially when angry. 

Only Clark knew you. Both of you. Very well. And he knew it was neither of your style to get that worked up over nothing, and it was most definitely not your thing to threaten to divorce lightly. 

And so, as Damian cried, all Clark could do was try to comfort him, knowing that if you and Bruce were really getting a divorce, that poor little boy would forever be heartbroken...

************

Damian came home a few hours after going to the Kents, heart even more shattered than before, as he didn’t find the solace he was looking for in his friend. 

On the contrary, he only found pity, which was the worst thing possible right now...

When he came back to the manor, Cass and Tim were still there.

But this time, Jason and Dick joined as well. Cass and Tim called them, in the hope that they would have some sort of idea of how to fix things. 

************

Neither Jason nor Dick had any idea how to fix things. 

They couldn’t quite believe their ears, when their little siblings told them about the fight their parents were in. 

“Well, couple fight all the time right ?”

Dick tried to say, hoping to find a positive light to put things in. 

“Not like that. And not our parents.” 

“I’ve seen them fight often.” 

“But it wouldn’t last long. While it has already been a night and half a day right now !” 

Damian said, anxious. The fact that he was counting down the hours since he last saw his mom and dad together was saying something. 

“But lately they haven’t had time to see each other often right ? They were very busy ? Maybe that’s why they fought ? Cause they missed each other and were frustrated that they couldn’t see each other ?”

Dick tried, but instantly regretted it as he saw a look of horror in his little brother’s eyes because...Oh but yes. Yes, Dick understood instantly what Damian, and all his siblings, were slowly understanding. 

They were putting two and two together. You and Bruce hadn’t seen much of each other lately, while you always made sure to spend time together...That could only mean that...that...

That morning,  you were nowhere to be seen, and Alfred said that you apparently went out early. You ? Out ? Early ? Without saying bye to your kids ? Or to Bruce ? Yeah. There definitely was a problem. 

Dick didn’t really know what else to say, to try and rationalize what Damian just told them. Because the kid seemed so serious and heartbroken, he couldn’t make it up ! 

Besides, what kind of sick joke would that be ? No. Neither him, nor Tim or Cass were that good of actors. They all seemed devastated. They were clearly not lying. 

And Dick had no idea how to deal with the news. No funny jokes came to his mind, no way of lightening up the atmosphere. Instead, a big ugly anger started to rise within him...because how could you guys do this to them ? 

Dick, when angry, lost all sense of what was rational and what wasn’t. And as he was trying to keep his fury in check, so that he wouldn’t make it worst for his precious siblings, he couldn't help but indeed forget the rational part of his mind...and forget about how this split up would hurt you and Bruce a lot too. All he could think about, was him, his brothers and sister, and how this would forever break their family ! 

And it made him so...so angry ! 

Jason hadn’t said a thing yet, lost in his thoughts. So..what, that was it ? His parents were going to divorce ? Just like that ? 

The role model, the relationship goals he set for himself would just like, vanish in the air ? Years of wanting something just like his parents had would shatter ? 

Did real love not exist ? According to what Damian said, you have had “enough”...but weren’t you suppose to be THE person who could deal the best with Bruce’s shit ? If even you gave up on him...Then who would ever take their chances on someone like Jason ? 

Jason had no illusion about who he was; He knew he was a difficult man to live with too, but he always found hope, solace, in the fact that even a VERY difficult man like his father found love. 

True love. 

And now...now they were getting a divorce ?! 

What could he believe in anymore ? If even the greatest couple he ever saw was breaking-up ?! Jason couldn’t let that happen : 

“Well, it’s not by staying there and lament our loss that anything will get fixed. Do you guys know where dad and mom are ?” 

“I think dad left an hour ago for the Justice League’s watchtower. And we haven’t seen mom since this morning...”

“Ok...Ok well let’s go up then !” 

“Up ?”

“Yeah, let’s go to the watchtower. Talk to dad. Find out what he did, and try to find a solution to make mom forgive him.” 

“Jason, she really sounded mad. And like it was the last straw. She slept in the guest room without problem !” 

“So ?” 

“So she...she might...not...want to be with him any-”

“Shush. We don’t truly know what happened. I admit it’s odd they slept in different rooms, and that it sounded like a really bad fight. But maybe there’s a way we can still salvage their marriage ?”

None of his siblings looked convinced, but Jason wasn’t about to give up on his ideal of love. And so he dragged them to the zeta tube that would take them to the Justice League’s headquarter. 

************

As soon as they arrived, Jason’s convictions faltered. 

Because their dad wasn’t working at a computer, or doing anything...instead, he was eating ice cream at the kitchen table, looking like a sad puppy. 

Could it be that...Could it be that their mom really got enough of him, and was truly the one that was leaving ? What if when she left this morning, she decided she would never come back ?! 

This would be the end of their family. And their balance could be so fragile...Without you, or Bruce, who were the center pillars of it all, everything would shatter. 

Before your children could go to Bruce though, Clark reached him. He too, just came through a zeta tube, and he immediately spotted his gloomy friend. 

After hearing about everything from Damian, he had to go and try to lighten his friend’s mood...

“Hey Batman.” 

Bruce didn’t answer, not even looking up, continuing to eat his ice cream. When was the last time Clark saw Bruce eat something sugary like that ? Oh, right. Long ago. When you broke up for a short while, when Dick was still really young...Oh. Wow. Well this couldn’t be good. 

“Are you okay ?”

“Oh yeah. I’m great. I’m a big happy ray of sunshine.” 

Ooook. Sarcasm. That was...good, right ? 

“Listen, Bruce, I-”

“Clark, I’m really not in the mood. Leave me alone please.”

Wow, this was serious. He didn’t even budge when Clark used his real name instead of “Batman”, and he just called him “Clark” too. This had to be serious. 

Superman raised his head, and saw your children looking at them from afar. He smiled sympathetically to them, and turned back to Bruce, not ready to give up just yet. 

“Bruce, you know you can talk to me right ?”

Batman glared at Clark, and Superman got the shiver...wow, if a look could kill right ? But behind the annoyance in Bruce’s eyes, there was something else. And Clark was pretty sure it was sadness. So he persisted : 

“Listen, Damian told me what happened so-”

“What happened ?” 

Bruce had suddenly straighten back up, and looked at Clark suspiciously. So Clark continued : 

“Yes, yesterday night.” 

It was the first time in his entire life that Clark witnessed Bruce lose complete control of his emotions like that. The Bat’s face fell, and he averted his friend’s gaze before saying : 

“Ah. So you know.” 

This made Clark utterly sad. This confirmed that something indeed happened, and given Bruce’s reaction, it must have been bad... 

“Clark, I swear I didn’t mean to. But she forced me to...I didn’t...” 

What happened ? Did Bruce cheat on you ? But this didn’t sound like a thing he would ever do...But what he said just now made it sound like...And now that he was thinking about it, and according to what Damian said you two argued about, the way Bruce betrayed you...

Maybe ? Maybe Bruce did go too far ? Clark could imagine him cheating on you in only one way. If it was for a mission. If he “had” to to get intels. And even then, it really didn’t sound like him. But given the nature of the argument, and what he just said...

Maybe Bruce did really cheat on you. Even if he didn’t want to. And that would definitely be the last straw for you, the last time Bruce put his “mission” before you and his family. 

But wasn't this all “Dark Bruce who thinks his mission is more important than his family” a thing of the past ? Didn’t you already got into a big argument about it long ago ? 

“What happened, Bruce ?” 

But Bruce never had the chance to answer, as the zeta tube near your children started and...you appeared. 

You seemed completely surprised to be face with all your kids, and started to smile at them but...but then you saw Bruce, sitting not far away, and you frowned, looking elsewhere.

Something was most definitely up. Neither your kids nor Clark ever saw you two act this way...Or rather, they did saw you do that before, childishly not talk to each other after a stupid fight, only, the fight you had the day before wasn’t “stupid”. And you seemed more serious about it all than usually. 

Clark was about to try and pressure Bruce more so he would talk, when Jason exploded. He couldn’t keep it in anymore. He just couldn’t. 

His dream of having a perfect relationship like his parents one day went up in flame, and the salvation he found in his family was threatening to break. 

If his parents divorced, Jason just knew his family would never be the same again. That they would all go their own way. That...That...He couldn’t handle it. And so he exclaimed : 

“What the hell is up with you two ?!” 

This made you jump in the air, as you weren’t expecting such an outburst from Jason, and surprised Bruce too, who was already ready to ignore you and go back to his ice cream. 

You both stared at Jason for a few moments, when you finally said : 

“What ?” 

“Between you and dad. What’s up ? You’ve been acting weird since this morning, and yesterday you slept in different rooms ! And apparently you rarely saw each others lately ! So what is happening ?!”

“We were just...rather busy lately. As for yesterday we-”

“Don’t lie to us mom ! Tell us the truth ! No bullshit about being busy or whatever, tell us what is really up ! And why you’re divorcing !” 

You blinked once. Twice. And...You turn to Bruce. He looks back at you, and you can see he’s as lost as you are. You say :  

“Divorce ? Who talked about divorce ?” 

Damian comes forth and yells : 

“You, you did ! I heard you in your room. I didn’t mean to eveasdrop I promise, it was an accident. But I heard everything. And you’ve been acting so weird lately…You didn’t even kiss father in front of us in days ! You were so distant lately ! And yesterday you slept in different bedrooms ! And you fought ! You said Father betrayed you like never before, and that you wanted a divorce ! And this morning you left without a kiss for him or us, and when you came up here you...you were about to ignore him ! It was clear ! And you glared at him ! And father is eating ice cream ! He only does that when he’s sad !” 

Your children were now staring at all of you, and you could see on their faces that they were downright panicking. And sad. Utterly sad. And that’s when you realized that, this time...you might have went a little bit too far. 

To your defense, you had no idea Damian heard you and Bruce fight. Or you would have instantly went to him. You give him a guilt ridden smile and...

Damian is sure of it. You really are going to divorce. If not, why would you look at him like that. Why would you look to apologetic ? It was clear that you didn’t expect any of them to find out like that, maybe you and Bruce were preparing a big announcement, which is why you slowly-

“Your father and I are not going to divorce.” 

Your voice cut right through Damian’s thoughts, stopping them right in their tracks. He looks up at you and...he’s completely lost. What was happening ? 

You looked at Bruce, who was slowly walking towards you, and then you turned back to your children : 

“I’m um...sorry you misunderstood me.” 

“What is there to misunderstand mom ? You said you wanted a divorce. Don’t lie to us please, if you are getting one please tell us.” 

“I’m not lying Jason. Let me explain...First of all, we were really truly busy lately, and genuinely didn’t have time to see each others. Believe me, it was hard for both of us. Which is also probably why what happened yesterday was so...virulent. And oh my god I think you will all be very cross with us once you’ll find out the truth. Very cross with me. Um...uh...” 

But you weren’t saying anything. Why weren’t you saying anything ? Between you and Bruce, you were always the one that was able to express things the best to your children. So to see you speechless was worrying...Were you thinking of a way to explain that you and Bruce will stay together, not get a divorce, but simply didn’t love each other anymore ? 

Dick could only think of that, as he saw you struggle to find your words. Because if it wasn’t something important, then you wouldn’t find it that hard to say something. He never saw you having that much trouble to say something. This must mean that things were bad between you and Bruce...

Their father was next to you now, looking at you struggle, when he finally helped you out : 

“Your mother was mad because she lost seven times in a row at Uno.” 

Silence. 

None of your children move, and it seems that they all forgot how to breathe. 

Clark, who is also next to all of you (for support), feels like his brain just turned off. 

Wh-What ? 

Silence. 

No one moves, nor speak. 

What did Bruce just say ? 

Silence. Stretching. 

Minutes pass. And no one speaks. Nor move. 

Silence...Heavy, endless. 

It feels like years went by, when :

“What ?” 

Tim finally asks, utterly confused, breaking this odd haze that engulfed all of you for a few minutes, as everyone was trying to wrap their brains around what Bruce just said. 

“Your mother was mad at me because she lost seven times at Uno.” 

“Yeah ok they got it Bruce, you don’t need to repeat how many times I lost !” 

“Just get over it (Y/N) ok ? It’s just a game !”

“Oh ! So it’s conveniently just a game when YOU win huh ? But when I do, then we should have another game !” 

“Oh my God we’re not going to talk more about all that are we ?!”

“Well you know what ? Yes we are ! We are ! Because that was the greatest treason of them all !”

“(Y/N), you’re being ridiculous again, and-”

“YOU PROMISED NOT TO USE YOUR +4 CARDS AND YOU DID ! Worst, you had two of them ! And then you had a reverse card, and then a +2 yellow, and then...You didn’t even give me a chance ! While you said you would !” 

“You were always wining at that game, I had to win at least once !” 

“Oh, so then you proceeded to win SEVEN TIMES IN A ROW with low blow like those huh ? It was sheer dumb luck.” 

“Oh so when I win it’s dumb luck, but when the great (Y/N) Wayne wins it’s strategy ?!” 

“I won’t be called (Y/N) Wayne for long if you keep going on like this, you-”

“STOP !” 

Damian’s scream stopped you and Bruce right in your track, and made you turn to them. Somehow, as you both got fired up about a stupid Uno game, you completely forgot how serious the entire situation was. 

All of a sudden, you’re reminded of it, as your children stare at you, disbelief in their eyes. 

“You guys were...you guys were fighting that bad about a game of Uno ?”

You and Bruce exchange an ashamed look, and your husband says in a weak voice : 

“Not any game of Uno. The ultimate game to decide all game. If I won that last one, it meant I would win forever as we would stop playing Uno and move to another game, and your mother is a sore looser.” 

You don’t even glare at him as he says that, aware that this all situation goes beyond your stupid competitions. But you nonetheless store it in your mind, next time you win at a board game against him, then you’ll throw it back in his face for sure ! 

“Why would you stop pla...wh...HUH ?!” 

Tim was understandably confused. Of course all this would only makes sense to you and Bruce. It was an old tradition between you two, whenever you both couldn’t sleep and were yet too exhausted to make love, you’d play a bored game. Something easy that didn’t require too much brain power. 

It would usually tire you out to the end, and you’d fall asleep playing...however, both you and Bruce could get highly competitive, and more than once you spend entire nights playing and ended up fighting like children. 

Only this always happened very VERY late at night, and rather rarely still, so of course no one witnessed such fights, were you both would blow everything out of proportion (to be honest, it was also kind of part of the game...you both knew you were being ridiculous and extreme, this was part of the fun ! “The make-up sex was always brilliant”. Sometimes, you two had a funny idea of romantic). 

But of course, that, your kids didn’t know. And of course, when Damian heard you yesterday...OF COURSE he would fall on one of your worst fight, as Bruce really DESTROYED you at Uno (sheer dumb luck!). 

You admit you might have gone a bit overboard. But it was because this was suppose to be your last few games of Uno before you’d move on to the next board game ! Of course it would infuriate you that you’d lost all of them ! Even more so since Bruce totally did some jerk moves !

Damian looked at both of you, and all the emotions you read in his eyes made you feel even guiltier. Poor little one, you made him go through so much with your silliness...

“But father looked so sad when you went to sleep in one of the guest room...”

He says, and you can’t help but say : 

“Ah yes, well your father always gets sad when we don’t sleep in the same bed, cause he’s like an attention starved puppy and he-”

“Oh my God stop !”

Dick yells, and he’s clearly FURIOUS. 

“Can’t you see how serious all of this is ? Damian, Tim and Cass have been thinking that you two were going to divorce since last night ?! Do you have any idea how hard this thing has been for them ?! Why would you two put yourself in such a state after playing a damn game of Uno ?! This makes NO SENSE ! You’re ADULTS, why are you like this ?!” 

He rambled for a few more minutes, scolding both you and Bruce about how dumb it was that you’d fight that bad because of this, and you and your husband slowly realized how indeed serious this all was. 

Granted, they could have just come and talk to you, and things would have been cleared up but...no. This was you and Bruce trying to find excuses for yourselves. For acting like petty children. 

Because of course, in your children’s eyes it would seem like a serious real fight. After all, you rarely yelled at each others like that. And yes, you did really get carried away by saying you wanted a divorce, and by going to sleep in another room but...the bastard put a +4 cards while he promised he wouldn’t !  

However, this time all thoughts of this stupid game left your mind (every game you lost was “stupid”, every game you won was “awesome”), as you listened to your son yell at you and Bruce. 

When Dick finally ran out of breath, he fell in a nearby chair and grumbled some more about how ridiculous this all was, but he was also clearly relieved. 

His family wouldn’t break. 

The divorce was a false alarm. Ugh. Sometimes, he forgot that you and Bruce could be extremely petty and childish. Because you were always there, supporting your kids, and seeming so strong...That he forgot that you were also just humans, and had big flaws too. 

Especially when it came to you. He tended to forget your bad sides more than his father’s. After all, Bruce had some pretty obvious flaws. But you ? You were good at hiding them. It was easy to forget how extreme you could be about some things !

Out of breath after yelling so much, Dick just sat there for a bit, beyond relieved even if he was still mad. 

Cass called you both “morons”, which really meant a lot. She was definitely on the same level of anger than Dick was, as she would have never called you that if it wasn’t the case. 

She left the Watchtower hurriedly, and you made a mental note that you and Bruce needed to go see her when you’d get home, and apologies deeply. You hadn’t realized that such a silly thing could be so devastating to your children...

But if they genuinely thought you two were going to divorce, then you could totally understand them. 

Tim went to sit next to Dick, unable to say anything. He wasn’t mad, he was more...utterly stunned by how childish the mighty Batman and his wife could be. This would definitely require a long time to get over. 

But he was most definitely the smartest of them all, as he made a mental note to use this entire event against you one day, if he did something that would get him scolded by both of you. Oh yes. “That time you made all of us think you were gonna divorce” would surely get him out of ANY trouble. 

Damian stared at his parents for a bit, before screaming in rage, surprising everyone, and hitting his father in the guts to then proceed to hug you and him tightly. 

Bruce didn’t even dare to say “why did you only hit me ?!” as he was trying to catch his breath after such a punch, and held his son too, trying to convey his apologies. 

“My poor little baby...” 

You whispered while soothingly running your fingers through your son’s hair, knowing that he always found the gesture calming. Your “poor little baby” was crying softly in your arms, the stress of those past long endless hours of thinking his family was going to break pouring out all at once. 

When he finally calmed down, he tore away from you and said : “you guys are dumb !” before running through the same zeta tube Cassandra went in. You were pretty sure this two would sulk together, which was good...You didn’t particularly want any of them to be alone right now. 

Clark knew you and Bruce couldn’t even think about actually divorcing. You two ? Well he knew it was true love. And though he definitely had his doubts as Damian told him some pretty bad things that happened the night before, and as he saw his friend sad and eating ice cream...Deep down, he knew it wasn’t possible. 

Clark never saw two people as in love as you two were. Not even his love for Loisn which was deep and unconditional, could compare. He knew that. You and Bruce, it was truly meant to be, and it would just have broken his heart if you genuinely would have gotten a divorce ! 

He was so glad it wasn’t true. But was also utterly exasperated by the truth. Who the hell plays Uno in the middle of the night anyway ?! He walked away shaking his head, thinking that you and Bruce would never NEVER ceased to amaze him. 

For better or for worse, really. 

The last one to react was Jason. You and Bruce didn’t dare to leave and do what you had to do in the Watchtower, as you weren’t sure your son, the only one that didn’t react, was ok. 

He just stared at you blankly for long minutes, and you were about to ask him if was alright when he suddenly bursted out laughing. 

Which most definitely took you by surprise. Um...What ?

Jason was laughing out of relief. That the true love he imagined in his head was really existing, and that he could hope for it. But he was also laughing because all of this was just so ridiculous ! 

Him and his siblings had been worried sick, on the verge of breaking from the inside at the mere thought that their parents were going to divorce...And all along it was just them having a fight like five years old would ?

Oh that was just too damn funny ! And so he laughed. He laughed and laughed for a long time. When he finally calmed down, he said : 

“Oh I swear. You guys are too much.” 

You and Bruce weren’t sure how to take this, so you simply smiled at him. Jason, still chuckling a little bit asked : 

“So hey, when I was a kid, and you said I had to go to bed and leave you cause you were going to play monopoly, and I was too young to play such a complicated game...You guys were truly playing monopoly then ?” 

"Uh ? Oh. Monopoly. Yeah, no, we were having sex. Your mom hates monopoly.” 

There’s a few seconds of silence, where Jason stares at you. Dick and Tim, who were still here, give you a “are you fucking kidding me look ?” and Bruce realizes maybe now wasn’t the time to tease them...But you can’t help but smile, and try to muffle your laugh as best you can in front of your sons’ horrified expression. 

And of course, of course Bruce starts to laugh too. Now. IN the worst of moments...You two always laugh at the worst time possible ! Goddamnit ! Your kids were really going to get mad at you for a while, if you kept going like that ! And they would have every reason to ! 

Oh well, for now, you thought it was very funny, how they reacted to the discovery of the fact that “playing monopoly” meant you were having sex. You’d worry later about apologizing. After all, they were already super mad about this entire mess of an event. 

Oh, miscommunication. It was quite a thing really. And as both Bruce and you tried to muffle your laugh, but not very successfully, it was clear that you had made up. 

You hunched over your husband as your fit of laughter was playing around with your balance, and he caught you. And seeing both of you laughing together, and clearly as in love as ever reassured your sons for good. 

But for good measure, they still left and yelled an angry : 

“Ugh, you guys are the worst !” 

As they exited the Watchtower, leaving you and Bruce giggling like teenagers.  

Aaaah. Sometimes, rarely though, you two could be such children. And even if you’d take things MUCH TOO FAR, it was still always refreshing to see the both of you understand each other so fully...

Fin

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I often talk about how petty and childish my main Batmom can be at times, but I never really wrote anything about it…well here we go. Like I said, there’s a reason why her and Bruce get along so well, they’re both so damn dramatic and reach such extremes at times XD. Anyway, hope you liked this ! (??) I wrote this very quickly, as usual with bonus stories. It was just a little bit of fun, a silly story not to be taken too seriously (she says, as to find an excuse as to why this is so shitty).  As usual, feedbacks and reblogs are very welcomed <3. 

By the way, this was loosely inspired of an ask I received from an anon’, but I didn’t put the ask at the beginning as I usually do because I didn’t want the “twist” to be spoiled. 

[paceypeternathanslawyer]

Iconic things about The Dick Van Dyke Show

-For the time The Dick Van Dyke Show was incredibly diverse. You got to remember this was the early 1960s, back in the day you were lucky to see African Americans in any capacity and when they were in shows or movies they were strictly in the service industry. That started to change in the late 50s to early 60s and TDVDS was kinda the start of that in Television. People of color were depicted in different capacities than usual. In the episode “That’s My Boy??” the actors Greg Morris and Mimi Dillard played a normal upper middle class family. In this episode Rob thinks that Laura and himself were sent home with the wrong baby from the hospital and he believes that their baby was taken by a family with the last name Peters. The Peters ended up being African American and they were depicted as well dressed and well spoken people who seemed to live in a similar area and walk of life as the Petries and in that episode the black couple is funny and completely sane whereas the white man (Rob) is depicted as the butt of the joke. Also at the end of the episode Rob subtly mentions how their son Richie is getting horrible grades and the Peters’ son is at the top of the class. It’s small things like that, that had never been seen on Television. In a episode named “The Man from My Uncle“ an actor by the name of Godfrey Campbell played an FBI agent. And that’s not counting the numerous POC in smaller roles or as extras in scenes. This was a time where you were lucky to see POC even as extras. -The feminism in TDVDS took amazing strides as well. There were times where Rob is shown to be very insecure, and I think that’s some of the most of it’s time aspects of the show. It’s not great, but it’s realistic. One of my favorite character choices for Laura Petrie is that we find out that she is proficient in self defense.... she learned self defense techniques when she was an entertainer for the troops. In the episode “My Mother Can Beat Up My Father,” a drunk at a bar harasses Laura and Rob tries to defend her and he gets laid out by the drunk. Laura then does a judo throw on the guy and lays him out. It becomes a big thing for Rob in that episode and he’s very insecure about the fact that Laura can take a guy that Rob can’t. But Laura does not apologize for that fact, and in one scene Rob is trying to prove that he’s all tough and so he challenges Laura to do the same throw with him. Laura doesn’t pretend she can’t do it to spare his fragile masculinity, she lays him out and if I remember correctly he broke a few bones. Also the character of Sally Rogers has been touted as one of the first women’s lib characters. She’s a Television writer alongside Rob and Buddy and she is treated with respect and is presumably paid the same as Buddy who is a writer on her same level. She is a proud career woman who is damn good at her job, and is an equal to the men in her workplace. Another big way that TDVDS broke ground was the fact that Laura wears capri pants. Believe it or not that caused a firestorm of controversy.... up to that point housewives had been shown as wearing dresses and skirts on TV and once the dust settled the fact that Mary Tyler Moore wore capri pants on TDVDS caused those pants to become a huge fashion craze in the 60s. -TDVDS became a huge hit starting with the second season against all odds. First off Carl Reiner had created the show a couple years prior and had actually shot a pilot with an entirely different cast and with himself in the lead, at that time it was called “Head Of The Family.” It aired and did not get picked up. Carl just gave up on it and it lay on a shelf collecting dust. A couple years later someone with the William Morris Agency tried to get Carl to retry it and he refused. That agent then went to the most successful producer at that time, Sheldon Leonard. Sheldon was known for having a perfect record for his pilots, absolutely all of them had been picked up to series, some of which were huge hit shows. Sheldon saw the show and immediately saw the potential. He approached Carl about the idea of retrying with an entirely different cast and name.... once a famous producer says they have faith in your show, how can you say no. So they set to the task of finding a cast. Dick Van Dyke was one of the first people to be cast in the show, and at that point Dick was in the middle of a successful run on Broadway in the show “Bye Bye Birdie” which he’d won a Tony Award for, but being successful on Broadway doesn’t usually translate to fame with the general public (up until Lin Manuel Miranda that was true). So not only did they cast an unknown in the lead role but they then turned around and named the show on the said unknown actor. That was an extremely ballsy and risky move. At the time there were a lot of shows named after actors but they were all famous stars like Doris Day etc. To name a show after an unknown actor was unheard of!! They then cast Mary Tyler Moore (who was an unknown), they cast Rose Marie (who was never hugely famous, but had a really good career on radio and in night clubs. But even if you consider her to have been famous, she was kind of a has been), Morey Amsterdam was cast (an unknown), Jerry Paris and Ann Morgan Guilbert were cast (also unknowns). It was really a cast full of unknowns in the leads. There were no big names. Which was really a disadvantage going in. The first season bombed, it was near the end of the Nielsen ratings and morale was severely low at the end of the season. Sheldon Leonard actually got word from a friend who was on the committee that decided which shows were cancelled and which her renewed, that the show had indeed been cancelled and it just hadn’t been announced yet. So Sheldon went into problem solving mode. He knew that going to the network wouldn’t get him anywhere. At that time sponsors were king and TDVDS had one of the biggest sponsors in the game, Proctor And Gamble. So Sheldon flew to Proctor And Gamble’s headquarters and in his own words he “sang mammy” in other words he begged and he charmed their pants off (figuratively) :) At the end of his pitch, they agreed to go to bat for the show... on one condition.... that he found a sponsor to sponsor the second half of the season. So he raced from sponsor to sponsor pitching his show and begging them to co sponsor them. He was in the middle of a pitch when he was alerted that Kent Cigarettes had decided to sponsor their second half. Proctor And Gamble and Kent Cigarettes went up against CBS and demanded that they renew TDVDS or else they would withdraw support from all their other popular shows. And CBS caved and renewed the show. With S2, TDVDS became a massive success and by the end of S5 the network was begging Carl Reiner to make another season but Carl wanted to end the show while they were still on top. TDVDS also became the darling of the awards shows. They continually swept the Emmys every year starting with S2. They won for writing, directing, and acting, it also won Best Comedy in 1966 with it’s final season.

-The scripts were largely based off of real life. Nowadays it’s more common for shows to take ideas from real life, but at the time Carl Reiner’s wish for authenticity was largely unheard of. Writers on the show described the writing sessions as therapy sessions because it would start with Carl probing into their life and them talking about embarrassing things that happened to them. Carl and the writers would take those ideas and make them bigger and crazier but there was always that nugget of truth in there.

-The marriage between Rob and Laura was also iconic. You gotta figure that I Love Lucy was a huge show of the past decade and it really shaped most future shows. In some ways TDVDS was the antithesis of that. Carl wanted to create a show where the main married couple was united... it was them against the world. He shied away from battle of the sexes storylines whenever possible. He wanted Rob and Laura to be clearly in love. And it’s a unique relationship where you can tell that those two have an active sex life... and that was really unique for the time.

-Carl Reiner made a decision at the beginning of the show that he would never use popular slang terms of the 60s. In fact if you watch beginning to end, only one slang term slipped in, in S5. Otherwise, he remarkably kept to that. Because of that crucial decision, TDVDS is not as dated as it could be and it has a very timeless feel to it.

-The cast was known to get along famously, there were only a few moments of tension, otherwise the set was known to be very light and there was little tension. They were all pranksters and the set was alive with hilarity, laughter, and pranks. They used to haze guest stars... most of the guest stars were fine with being hazed but there was one who did not take it so well. During the filming of one episode Robert Vaughn was the guest star and he was on the outskirts of the set waiting for his cue to come in. The actors led the entire cast and crew off the set and turned off the lights and left Robert waiting for his cue for about an hour, until he walked in to see what the holdup was only to find the entire cast and crew gone. It’s hilarious, but he wasn’t too happy. The cast was like a huge family, but most guest stars described them as being very welcoming as well.

Edit. Another iconic thing I almost forgot is the fact that certain episodes are used in film classes as examples of how to write comedy. It’s so funny and iconic that it is the textbook case of how to write comedy shows!!!! When will your favorite show ever... ;)

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Episode Review: ‘BMO’ (Distant Lands, Ep. 1)

Airdate: June 25, 2020

Story by: Anthony Burch, Adam Muto, Hanna K. Nyström, Jack Pendarvis, and Kate Tsang

Storyboarded by: Hanna K Nyström, Iggy Craig, Laura Knetzger, Anna Syvertsson, & Adam Muto

Directed by: Miki Brewster (supervising), Sandra Lee (art)

I just watched a new episode of Adventure Time...

That, dear readers, is a sentence that—after the airing of “Come Along with Me”—I never thought I’d get to write again! And believe me, it feels great to be proved wrong in this instance.

In October of last year, we were all treated to the news that four new Adventure Time specials—collectively identified as Distant Lands—would be airing in the next year or so. For months, the Adventure Time fandom has waited with bated breath for these specials to drop. Would these episodes be good? Would they live up to the series that came before? Would they undo the emotional satisfaction of the Adventure Time finale? These were the questions. And now, the first special—entitled “BMO”—is here. Does it live up to expectations, proving that Adventure Time always bounces back? Or is it toast-bread for sure? Read on to hear my thoughts!

Beginning in media res, "BMO" opens with the titular character on its way to Mars to terraform Mars. After running into an errant service droid named Olive, BMO is transported to a fantastical space station known as the "Drift." It is here that BMO becomes acquainted with a humanoid rabbit named Y5, and together, the two help reveal the insidious plotting of the station's capitalist overlord, Hugo, and his henchman Mr. M (who, it must be noted, is almost certainly Finn’s father, Martin, up to one of his many schemes). After much mayhem, hilarity, and poignancy, the special ends with BMO traveling back to Earth and meeting up with Finn and Jake for the first time—revealing that this entire special was a prequel to the main series, explaining how BMO first met up with his good friends in Ooo.

The first thing I'd like to comment on is the fact that many of the show's former crew members returned to work on this special. In addition to Adam Muto (Adventure Time's hard-working executive producer), this special saw the return of: storyboard artists Hanna K Nyström, Laura Knetzger, and Anna Syvertsson; storyline writer Jack Pendarvis; character designers Andy Ristaino and Benjamin Anders; art director Sandra Lee; and composer Tim Kiefer. I was actually quite surprised (and delighted!) that so many of the show's old guard returned to help out. And while this special also saw several new creative voices helping out (including folks like former OK KO! storyboard artist Iggy Craig, former Steven Universe board artist Miki Brewster, and writer Kate Tsang), the overall product was recognizably Adventure Time. I must admit, this was my biggest worry going into Distant Lands; without folks like Tom Herpich, Kent Osborne, or Cole Sanchez, would this feel like the show I know and love? I’m happy to say that the answer is yes!

BMO really is in fine form in this episode—from their singing the "Potatoes (More Exciting Than Tomatoes)" ditty in space all the way to their hitching a ride to Earth on a space lard. (Indeed, the sheer number of humorous remarks the little robot gets makes me think that many of the shows writers were saving up goofy one-liners following the show’s cancellation, just in case.) I’m quite pleased with how the episode handled the character, and, in truth, somewhat relieved. Initially, I was worried whether the character would be able to coherently anchor an hour long special, given BMO’s unpredictable and somewhat unreliable nature (see: “Ketchup”). Would 45 minutes of BMO’s seemingly boundless goofiness work? Thankfully, the other characters in this special do an excellent job counterpoising the lovable robot’s more, shall we say, unorthodox personality features (Y5 perhaps said it best when she noted that BMO tends to “expend energy for no apparent purpose”). The end result feels remarkably balanced, with BMO’s chaotic, goofball energy complimenting the very real plight of the Drift’s residents.

Speaking of other characters, Y5 served as a workable straight man, whose half-heartedly pragmatic personality contrasts nicely with BMO’s boundless and wacky optimism. I must give the writers and producers credit: it was extremely risky for them to feature a brand new character as one of the main players (rather than one of the show’s many beloved side characters), but for the most part, they stuck the landing. I think much of this success is due to Y5’s voice actress, Glory Curda, whose performance really breathes live into the character, giving her an earnest believability. That said, the fast-paced nature of this special precluded me from developing the strongest emotional connection to the character, and as such, Y5′s “my parents don’t appreciate me” subplot did not resonate with me as strongly as, say, “It Came from the Nightosphere” did. (But then again, not every character can be Marceline!)

Strictly in terms of story structure, "BMO" is not exactly groundbreaking, and the special follows the standard "buddy movie" formula fairly closely (You know, the structure that goes: "Two individuals from different walks of life are forced to work together. Despite a rocky start, they begin to function as a team. Alas, they are split up, but reunite just in the nick of time to save the world"). But unlike Grace Z. Li of Vulture, who wrote that the special plays out "expectedly" and as such "is simply unimaginative in its structure," I cannot say that the standard plot structure torpedoes "BMO"—it simply gives the special a solid story frame that supports the characters while also providing an opportunity for the show to drop some timely social commentary.

Adventure Time has never been one to shy away from such commentary, but I do not know if it has ever been more overt than in “BMO.” As Alexander Sowa of CBR puts it, Hugo—the alien-human overlord of the Drift—is a “futurist reminiscent of Steve Jobs or Elon Musk” who long ago used a spaceship to escape Earth during the final days of the Mushroom War. After “biohacking” his DNA with the genetic material of the grey aliens who flit around the Oooniverse’s infinite cosmos, Hugo and his ilk founded an Amazon-esque empire in the Drift, inculcating its inhabitants with a love for rampant commercialism. As a villain, Hugo really is the wombo combo: a selfish capitalist hell-bent on stealing riches, colonizing new lands, exploiting conquered peoples, and then leaving when the situation looks bleak. It is not hard to see Hugo and his followers as stand-ins for the leaders of today, who refuse to acknowledge the reality of thinks like climate change or income inequality—problems that, if left unchecked, will lead to cataclysmic societal collapse. It is a bleak topic for Adventure Time to meditate on, but at least the episode ends on a positive note, with BMO's actions proving that with the right leader(s) and enough people working together, otherwise powerless individuals can topple oppressive regimes and begin to right the wrongs that have been made by the bourgeoisie (if you’ll allow me to invoke the ol’ Marxist term). Now, "BMO" admits that such reformation is one that will require many sacrifices, but nevertheless, the special does emphatically assert that it is possible. And in the hellscape that is 2020, this is a message of hope that so many need to hear.

In addition to social depth, there's quite a bit of existential nuance to this episode, too. Perhaps the most striking scene in the entire special is the scene wherein BMO is torn apart and—for all intents and purposes—dies. It is a chilling scene made all the more haunting by the return of BMO's rainbow personae (last seen in season seven's "The More You Moe, the Moe You Know"), who urge BMO to accept death ("Now your job is to be dead") and recognize that the robot has failed in its mission to be a true hero. (As pointed out to me on Reddit, the scene stylistically echoes an eerie bit of dialogue from Portal 2, wherein GLaDOS tells you: “I have a sort of black-box quick-save feature: In the event of a catastrophic failure, the last two minutes of my life are preserved for analysis. I was ... forced ... to relive you killing me. Again and again. Forever." Talk about horrific!) Thankfully—in the spirit of the hero's journey—BMO bounces back from the brink of oblivion, proving that even in the bleakest of moments, all of us can be heroes.

Or something like that.

All in all, “BMO” was an enjoyable romp that dropped us back into a magical world we all love. While I wouldn’t say that the special was mind-blowing, it succeeded in its mission of telling a new story in a new place, while focusing on a character whom Adventure Time fans care deeply about.

Here’s looking to “Obsidian!”

Mushroom War Evidence: When it comes to the Mushroom War mythos, this episode was full of a lot of little details. CGO’s monologue reveals that, indeed, Earth was ravage by numerous nuclear weapons; what is more, it seems that some sort of doomsday weapon vaporized part of the Earth, leaving that gaping scar in the planet that has for so long fascinated the show’s mythology-junkies. It is also explicitly state that Hugo and his ilk were humans who fled Earth during the Mushroom War to escape certain destruction.

Final Grade:

Also, while I have your attention: Book update! As some of you might already know, over the last year and a half, I’ve been working on a book all about the history and production of Adventure Time! It’s been an absolute blast, and I’ve been lucky enough to talk to quite a few of the folks who worked on the show (including people like Tom Herpich, Jack Pendarvis, Pat McHale, and Rebecca Sugar). I’m in the final stages of type-setting, and should hopefully have the book ready to go within the next few weeks. Here’s a sneak peek of cover (please ignore the faint InDesign lines; they won’t be in the finished product):

Originally, I was going to publish this work through McFarland and Company, but then Cartoon Network got all pissy (long story short: I reached out to Rebecca Sugar and Adam Muto, got in contact with both of ‘em, and asked some questions about Bubbline. Rebecca responded and and confirmed that Bubbline was intended to be canon when she boarded “What Was Missing” but structural homophobia prevented it from being explicitly declared as such. This revelation made CN PR reeeeeaaally uncomfortable and they threatened to sic the lawyers), so I’m now going to be publishing through the University of Kansas Libraries. The good news is that the work will be free to download, and easily accessible! Yay! That said, if you want a hard copy of the book, I’ll post details about that in a bit. Anyway, keep your eyes peeled!

[kyouxa]

Amnesia Later: Translation (Part 02)

This took awhile, but I'm happy I finally finished another part. If you want to suggest me a route to start with, just put it in the comments ☆=(ゝω･)/

August 11th

Place: Maid's sheep — Entrance

Orion: ...Eh, I guess I said that but ...

Ikki: That's why, we should go and see the fireflies together tomorrow night.

Orion: Suddenly, we’re getting invited to go with Ikki ...

Maybe you didn’t promise to see the fireflies with Toma? Was it Ikki?

Ikki: You're off the next day, right? If so, we can stay awake the entire night and watch them. So?

You won’t be alone with me though, because Kent is also coming along.

Kent said he‘d be okay to drive us out...

Kent: Ikkyu.

The store manager is calling you. It seems that there is something he’d like to confirm for the shift next month. Please go to the office.

Ikki: The manager? Hah... I was in the middle of something important. Whatever.

Well then, please think about our talk before. I am expecting a positive reply from you.

*Ikki leaves*

Kent: The talk Ikkyu mentioned earlier is probably about the firefly hunting. To play around with such a thing as a grown man.

It was only three minutes ago when I was told about his idea. I was forced to be "invited" to go out together without any intention.

Orion: Is that so... well, that means Kent isn’t the person who you promised to be with.

Kent: ...But honestly, I also wanted to show you a firefly. So I’ll try to cooperate as much as possible.

Orion: Eh. Wai- Who is it now!?

Kent: That's why I also hope for a positive reply. Then.

Orion: But, we need to figure out more... ! We need to talk more! We need to know who you promised it to last year... !

*Costumer enters*

Orion: Ugh... we don’t have time to pursue Kent...

Whatever! Welcome back, master!

???: Hello. Are you free right now?

Orion: What, Ukyo? This person is definitely a regular visitor at this shop.

This is Ukyo. He’s a more regular customer of this shop... I sadly don't know more than this information...

I just know that he’s a pretty famous and good photographer. Other things... uhm...

He’s actually a really kind person but sometimes he seems kinda lost, he’s also sometimes acting weird when it comes to you.

I'm pretty sure he’s not a bad person in general, but I think he’d be useless if you trust him.

Ukyo sometimes even says "Don't trust me!" by himself.

Ukyo: Well, my order would be the Kilimanjaro. Besides, is your manager here now?

I want to show this pictures to him, because I’m sure he wanted to see them...

Waka: Is this, Ukyo?

It seems like you really visited our store again. I‘m grateful to see you here once again.

Ukyo: Waka-san, hello. I wanted to talk to you so I asked for you just now.

Waka: Oh? What did you need from me?

Ukyo: It is a photograph. Waka-san, didn‘t you want to see a picture of the fireflies?

Orion: Eh, the fireflies!?

Ukyo: When I slept in Kawahara on that Friday evening , I thought that it was a bright night so I took some pictures.

Orion: ... why was he sleeping in Kawahara anyway?

Ukyo: So when I got up and heard that tick, it was a firefly.

I was pretty surprised. There was a firefly in such a small city.

Waka: There has been a series of reports that fireflies have been occurring abnormally for two consecutive years last year and this year.

I wonder if that’s why they showed up there...

Ukyo: Ah, that might be right. I didn’t know about the news, I should’ve listened to them...

That is probably the only interesting thing in this world for now. I have nothing to do otherwise...

Waka: This world?

Ukyo: Ah, no. Thats not what I meant.

I always wanted to take a picture of the fireflies in Japan, so I noticed them and immediately took a photograph.

This is the picture I took. Please, take a closer look at it if you want.

Waka: ...This is... !

Ukyo: The big one on the wall, the small was flying around the star sky.

I was taking the picture of the fireflies with the night sky in the background while lying on the riverbank.

So the light of the stars and the light of the fireflies are mixed up.

Waka: ... how wonderful ... !

It's a wonderful picture... it's a scene where I couldn’t think it's reality.

Ukyo: Hehe, but it is reality indeed. What if you really could see it with your own eyes?

You can go with me to the riverside right away from here next time. Should I guide you there?

Waka: ... So it was in Kawahara... That's right, but...

I’ll give you my word to go there. I'd like to see this scene with my own eyes. Would you mind?

Ukyo: Not at all. I'd like to go there anyway, so why not going together?

Waka: Please wait for a second. I will confirm it once I looked at the working schedule again.

Orion: ... why does he want to see the fireflies so badly? Is it something we should think about?

Ukyo: .....

Orion: Oh, he left Ukyo alone! Let‘s show him his table.

Choices

1)— Master, I’ll guide you to your seat

2)— Ukyo-san, please follow me

— Master, I‘ll guide you to your seat

Ukyo: Yes, thanks for the offer.

— Ukyo-san, please follow me

Ukyo: ...Uh?

...You, just... called me by my name?

Orion: Uhm, I guess that was wrong. Were we breaking the mood... ?

Ukyo: ...That’s right... yes. That was not a mistake from you, right?

... Is that so? You... really remembered my name...

...Ngh

Orion: Eh!?

Ukyo: Ah... ngh, sorry, I‘m okay. Thanks for guiding me, I will sit there.

...Well then

Orion: ...What just happened. Why was Ukyo acting so strange... ?

Somehow ... that expression ... he felt happy even if he was close to cry...

... I don’t know. I can’t imagine what he could‘ve thought at all.

end Choices

Ikki: Hey, so this is a firefly!? They are amazing... those really are good pictures with only the fireflies and starlight.

This one, in what kind of angle did you take this picture?

Ukyo: I took all of them from below. I was lying on the riverside, looked at the sky, and then I saw the fireflies.

It happened to be a night when the stars weren’t coming out neatly, so it became a good picture. I was pretty lucky.

Kent: However, even if we as amateurs took a picture under the same conditions, it wouldn‘t be able to be taken so beautifully.

I don’t know where to focus on first, the distant stars or the near firefly. We wouldn’t be able to make such photographs at all.

Ukyo: That’s because I’m a little more professional.

But, recent digital cameras have good performances, so even amateurs would take good photos.

Ikki: I wonder, where you took these? I wonder how you found a place with so many fireflies...

Waka: He said it was a nearby riverbank. I’ve never seen it though.

Kent: ... The range is way too wide to know the exact place. Where in the Kawahara did you take them, will you tell me a little more about it?

Ukyo: Then, let's go there together. I don't mind it, if Waka-san has nothing against it right, isn’t that right Waka-san?

Waka: Hm... If so, how about tomorrow night?

It’s a good opportunity. Let's gather all the employees of our shop. We could make a comfortable trip while hunting some fireflies.

How does that sound for the three of you?

Ikki: ...I don’t mind. I’m glad we finally found a place. We escaped much trouble.

Kent: I don’t mind either. This would be better than searching for fireflies, without knowing a good place. I learned that from the previous year.

Ikki: Like this all three of us can participate in watching the fireflies without changing our shifts. Right, (y/n)?

I definitely want to watch the fireflies, so this would be the perfect opportunity for the three of us to go there.

I’m looking forward to tomorrow then.

Waka: Ikki. It would be nice if you’d also give Rika a call. She is also another one of our regular visitors.

Ikki: Thank you very much. I think Rika would definitely want to join.

...Ah, another thing. Hey manager, speaking of fireflies, shouldn’t we all wear a yukata?

(Admin note: a yukita is like a kimono, but it’s more for summer events)

Ikki: If we call everyone, I think we could all gather in a yukata at the same time. I’m sure the girls would look gorgeous in them.

Waka: Wearing a Yukita... it would fit perfectly for the summer. Then let's notify everyone to come with wearing a yukata.

5 o'clock in the evening. I’ll send out an e-mail about our meeting later...

Ukyo: Wa-Wait a second!

Waka: Ukyo-sama?

Ukyo: Uhm, does that mean that (y/n) also participates in this trip!?

Waka: Of course. Is there any problem with that?

Ukyo: It's full of problems... !!

Exactly! A lot of accidents could happen while we‘re at a river.

She could slide her foot and hit her head with a stone, or fall into the river and clash together with drifting driftwood.

She could suddenly start freezing, accidentally burn herself while touching the fireflies, hitting her head on accidentally falling blocks.

A prevention fence could fall over and hurt her entire body, or after she took a bath the hairdryer she brought could suddenly explode in her face...

In my eyes she definitely can‘t come with us!!

Orion: What the hell!!!!

What!? Who is this person!? Drown, burn or even hurt ourself like that!? What is he imagining!?

... but it is true that a lot could happen to anyone on such a trip outside.

Seems like he’s way too worried about your health... I wonder if Ukyo just wants to be close to you.

Ikki: Ukyo-san, such things can‘t happen. I think you‘re just way too worried about this trip.

Kent: I‘m agreeing with Ikkyu on this. You already went there, so you shouldn‘t worry about anything happening there.

Ukyo: But, isn’t there a high rate that she could make a mistake with a firefly or a burning cigarette that has fallen to the side of the road!?

Orion: ...Ah, there he goes again.

Ukyo: If she touched a firefly, it would probably burn her fingerprints and might hurt hurt forever!

I don’t want to make her feel like that ...!

Orion: ...Hmm.

I understand that Ukyo is worried about you so seriously but he‘s kinda focusing too much on it...

While listening to Ukyo talking about you there was a cute laugh escaping from his lips at first, I wonder why that was?

Waka: Don‘t worry so much about that. There are going to be enough staff member to accompany her.

Like this it won‘t pose any danger for a woman's body.

Ukyo: ...Ngh...

...I understand. I‘ll also help to prepare this trip.

I promise with my life, to try to end this firefly hunting trip as safely as possible... !

Orion: ... Is that something that should make you feel safe... ?

Place: Maid‘s sheep — Outside

Orion: Thank you for your hard work today~!

We need to wear a Yukato for tomorrow. But seems like you don't have a yukata, huh?

I don’t think you should go without one, but what should we do?

Besides, we still don‘t know who you promised to watch the fireflies with after all.

It seems that everyone will come tomorrow, so I just hope that they‘ll also approach from the other side...

Toma: Good job today.

Orion: Huh? This voice is...

Toma: Good, I still caught you. I knew it was already time for you to go home.

Shin: Out of anyone, why do you remember her working schedule? That’s pretty weird.

Toma: Excuse me. At least I’m not someone who doesn’t care about university. You even picked her up after you returned from your exam.

Shin: That’s not the topic...

Toma: You also put in an extra schedule the day before one of your important tests. It was during your final exams though.

The store manager who found out about it later made me get in the way of your undergraduate and your work schedule.

That's why I’ll look over all your shifts from now on so my little brother shin will pass all his final exams.

(Y/n) also helped me a lot.

Shin: ...Recently, I already thought that the store manager gave me strange working shifts, so you were behind all of this, Toma... !

Toma: If you regret it, make sure to pass your university. After that, you may be allowed to push me around like you want.

Shin: ....Ngh

I don’t want to talk to you anymore. Let’s get going, (y/n).

Orion: Eh, Wa-Wait a second. We don’t know where we’re going... !

Toma: Hey, Shin. Don’t try to take her away just now. You’re confusing her.

Shin: ...This guy, he’s as annoying as always.

Toma: Shin. Just wait for a second.

We got an e-mail from the store manager a while ago, we were all set to go watching the fireflies tomorrow night, right?

But, we don't even own a yukata, so I thought about buying a new one with all of us being together.

That’s why Shin, I’m sure (y/n) doesn’t own one either so we’re here to pick one with her.

Shin: ...ngh... be quiet.

Toma: Well, because the two of you just finished “working", why don’t we going shopping?

Let's go to try on some yukata’s from now on. The place where we could try them is right there.

There is no time and money to make a special one from the fabric, so we should buy an already made one, right?

Orion: What did just happened... I’m surprised that they came over to go shopping.

But, it doesn’t seem too bad. We should accept the invitation, (y/n)

On the other side, I wouldn’t even know which one we should buy for you.

I’m sure the two of them are going to be great help to pick one, I’m glad!

Place: Outside  — Shopping center

Shin: That's why, I said I’m tired of seeing her in such boring pastel colors.

Toma: You may say it’s pastel colors, but this is definitely a cherry blossoms red . There’s a huge difference in it.

Shin: It is definitely too naughty to let you choose what she wears. You normally don’t care what she wears anyway.

Toma: What’s wrong with me caring what she wears tomorrow then? Did you even confirm how expensive yours is instead of mine?

Shin: ...I also have this blue one.

Toma: Looks good, now we just gotta look for a bank to fix it, right?

Shin: The colors wouldn’t balance if she’d wear a pink band on a blue one.

Toma: What color band would match with the blue ground then?

Shin: ...Yellow?

Toma: ...Yellow...

Shin: ...Are you saying you hate it?

Toma: Because her yukata colors are already warm. Wouldn’t it be strange if everything matches?

Shin: What, that’s such a selfish opinion.

Toma: Oh, Shin. You gotta get one for yourself, you should change into yours too.

I think that this one would be too huge on your arms. I wonder if we should go one size smaller.

Shin: ...Shut up already... !

Orion: ...I was relieved that the two of them came with us, that’s what I at least thought...

They really have an amazing ego when it comes to you.

I wonder if tomorrow’s trip will work out completely fine...?

Place: Apartment — Your room

Orion: We... We’re... home... ngh...good work...today... ngh

They’re completely insane! It took us three hours to choose a yukata!

You shouldn’t go shopping with those two people again! It would’ve been way easier like that!

...Yes, it was tiring but pretty interesting. Toma is a very nice person, but also Shin is pretty nice even if he acts rude sometimes.

Ikki and Kent, also Shin and Toma... as well as the girls, the store manager and Ukyo...

Everyone is indeed pretty nice to you... I really do like everyone of them a lot.

But... I can’t help but wonder, who did you promise to watch the fireflies with?

[everlarkficexchange]

Unmasked ~ Seven

Written by: ~ M ~

Prompt #88

Rating: E (Explicit) This fic will contain consensual sexual content; mild language; discussions of injuries, illness, and amputations in a historical setting; discussions of miscarriage; discussions of minor character suicide; references to non consensual sexual situations.

My thanks to the moderators of @everlarkficexchange for always running an entertaining event, and for playing along with a little fun and mystery. Please enjoy the seventh chapter of this adventure. Previous installments can be found here. Regards,

~ M ~

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~~ Chapter 7 ~~

I wake eager to start the day with a list of tasks to accomplish. Having slept late after our late night of revelry, I haven’t as much time as I would like. I prepare in my head the things I wish to discuss with Robert. There is the obvious issue of my home and my need to return soon, but there is also the matter of Peeta.

After much thinking, I have determined that perhaps I have not been as kind to Peeta as I ought. He did help me that day in the rain, and he means a great deal to Robert, perhaps as much as Prim means to me. I cannot fathom severing their bonds as brothers and add making amends with Peeta to my list of tasks needing my attention.

Only, there is no word from Sir Robert. No love letters or sonnets. No pink roses waiting for me at the breakfast table and no cards announcing a visit, at least not any from the man I kissed last night.

The longer the day stretches with no word from him, the more agitated I become, especially given the looks of concern Madge continues to send me throughout the day. Effie begins the day with a wide smile, but by the end she is more distraught than I. Before the effernoon of visitors even ends, she retreats to her room to nurse a headache and leaves the remainder of the entertaining to Madge and I. I find myself in the awkward position of chaperoning a visit from three different gentlemen… who clearly have come to see Madge, not I. Technically I am not supposed to chaperone as I have never been married, but since I allowed a man to kiss me and half undress me in the gardens last night, I suppose it is apparent that I do not much care for technicalities and propriety anyways.

Uncle Haymitch joins us for dinner, adding another face of concern. It is more than I can stand.

“Perhaps he drank too much and was recovering today,” Effie suggests in a whisper and I bow my head, unable to tell them that if that is the case, then he went elsewhere to drink after the ball. He was perfectly sober when he left me in the gardens. “Tell me again everything that he said.”

I sigh and give Effie the highly redacted version of my night that I gave her less than an hour ago.

“There must be a reason,” she insists. “If there is no word tomorrow, Haymitch will pay a visit to him. Or to the Marquis!”

“I will not go see the Marquis unless it is to greet him at the gates of hell.”

“Honestly Haymitch, I do not know what your issue is with the man, but you must set it aside for the sake of our niece!”

“Madame. I warned you not to tangle with that family,” he snarls at her and stands, squeezing my shoulder once before leaving the dining room. Effie huffs and I can barely summon the energy to wonder at his words. Whatever his reasoning for not wanting me to pursue Sir Robert, it appears that perhaps he was right.

The sun sets and then another day passes. That is all the pouting I allow myself. I need to return home. I long for it in a way I cannot describe, but I cannot leave the city with no resolution betwixt me and my betrothed. I resolve to not sit on my haunches. With Madge fast asleep, I light a candle and pen a note to Sir Robert.

As the ink dries, I read through my words and scowl. That won’t do. I sound angry and petulant. I crumple it up and throw it in the grate, gnashing my teeth to release the anger into the air and not into my missive to him.

The next is discarded for sounding too lovesick. Another for containing one too many complaints. Another comes out accusatory and while I think it justified, the words may not inspire much passion on his part.

It is early in the morning when I throw away my tenth attempt and climb into bed, defeated. I have no idea how to pen a decent love letter. I shall simply have to throw another convention to the winds and visit him myself tomorrow.

My sleep is terrible as I spend the rest of the night reliving our time at the masquerade, searching for clues and only confusing myself more. All those beautiful things he said about dancing a thousand dances on a broken leg for me and he can’t even be bothered to send a note.

Perhaps he has fallen ill. As awful a person as it makes me for even thinking it, I hope that this is the case. It is uncharitable of me, yes but it is a decent explanation that satisfies my vanity and gives me the courage to brave the world in the morning.

I know that I still look ghastly when I finally make it downstairs, seeking food and nothing more, only to be accosted by Aunt Effie in a fit of screams.

“Look, my darling, darling girl!” She shoves a newspaper at me and hurries up the stairs. “I am going to wake Haymitch! He needs to see this! I knew that young man would turn up! He is besotted with you, after all!”

I glance half hearted at the newspaper and the words in the weekly society pages that have Effie so elated.

“Katniss! Go put on a different dress! That one is making your complexion look sallow. You cannot greet the Marquis or Sir Robert thus!”

“The Marquis is visiting today?” Madge asks as she emerges from the library with a book in her hands and a hopeful smile on her face.

“No card yet, but an engagement announcement in the papers! He cannot ignore you now!”

I shove the papers at Madge and walk into the breakfast room, loading a plate to overflowing as she reads the words aloud, announcing to the world that a Miss Katniss Everdeen of Southeastern Panem, daughter of Mr. Kent Everdeen and his wife Mrs. Elise Everdeen, shall soon wed Sir Robert K. Mellark, third son of the Marquis and Marchioness de Vale, Lord Reginald and his wife, Lady Tabitha Mellark.

“This is good news!” she says as I drop my plate on the table with an unladylike amount of vigour and noise.

“I do not understand it.”

“It was only two days without word, perhaps he was seeing to the papers and license,” Madge soothes and takes my hand in hers.

“Not even a note? No word for days, Madge.”

“You disturb my sleep for this?” Haymitch shouts.

“Tell your niece to put on the blue dress. It brings out her eyes and she won’t listen to me this morning! She must look her best today!”

I groan and stand to pour myself some coffee. I do not usually drink the stuff, but I think I might need it today.

“Katniss, sweetheart, if you have an ounce of affection for me, you will do as your aunt says so that she stops harping at me about something as trivial as the shade of your dress!”

Before a decent argument begins, there is a knock at the door.

“Oh! That will be Matilda. She will have seen the announcement!”

Chaos ensues as Effie attempts to push me up the stairs to change, before I am done with my breakfast.

“I do not need to see Matilda. She is your friend.”

“She will want to see the bride to be! I do not often get the chance to gloat and show you off, darling!” Effie gushes and Haymitch attempts to use a silver platter as a mirror to tie his cravat. “Margaret! A little help.”

“At least let her finish her toast, Aunt Effie.”

“Ahem.” We all turn to stare at the butler as he bows. “I beg your pardon. The Marquis de Vale and a Mr. Peeta Mellark await you in the study, Mr. Abernathy.”

“The study?”

“Peeta?”

“Not Sir Robert?”

The butler’s head swivels between the three of us ladies and finally settles on looking at Haymitch.

“They wish an audience with Mr. Abernathy and Miss Everdeen.”

“Not in the parlor?” Effie squeaks and Haymitch sets his hands on her shoulders. “That is not sociable at all. What is going on, Haymitch?”

“Compose yourself and let us deal with this. Take no visitors until we return. Not even Matilda.”

“But Haymitch!”

“Not one visitor, Madame. Katniss, come with me and hope you do not regret listening to your aunt’s courtship advice.”

I wipe my hands clean and then rub my palms on my skirt. They’ve begun to sweat horribly. Haymitch leads me to the study and opens the door for me. I walk in with as much dignity as my churning stomach allows.

Peeta paces the carpet and a man I can only assume is the Marquis stands in front of the window, staring out on the world with his hands folded behind his back. There is a third man I do not recognize, seated and paging through a stack of papers.

“Miss Everdeen,” Peeta says and takes two steps towards me before his father coughs in an annoying manner and Peeta halts. I stare at him as he bows to me, slow and sedate. “Good morning.”

“Abernathy,” the Marquis says and I turn slightly to examine the father.

Good lord, there’s more of them.

I almost blurt the words out as my eyes dart from one Mellark to the other. If Peeta and Robert look as though they could be twins, despite their difference in age, there is no denying that the man who turns from the window to examine me is most definitely their father. I feel as though I could be looking at one of the brothers forty years from now, with lightened hair at the temples and grooves carved into his face.

Peeta’s lips curl up on one side in a wry smile at my reaction, as though echoing Robert’s words from the other night. Impossible to deny, given the physical similarities. I almost laugh, but manage to contain what I am sure would be a crazed sound.

“Mellark,” Haymitch says and I swear I can hear Effie fainting upstairs at the subtle snub in not using his title. It stuns even me, although the Marquis does not even blink at it.

“It has been some time.”

“Not long enough.”

“Indeed.”

“To what do we owe the honour of your visit?”

“Cease the act, Abernathy. There was an engagement announcement in the papers today and we need to sort it out before it gets out of hand.”

“What is to sort? The announcement is true,” I say and the Marquis arches a brow at me, the lines on his face deepening with his scowl.

“Is it now?”

“Your son Robert proposed to my niece three days ago,” Haymitch says, stepping protectively between myself and the Marquis. The protective gesture annoys me.

“He did not,” the Marquis proclaims confidently.

For some reason, my eyes jump to Peeta. Anger leaps high in me at how he stands there, silent. Surely Robert told him? But no defence is forthcoming from the bastard as the father continues.

“My son,” he sighs deeply and sinks into the chair behind Haymitch’s desk. “Has made a number of costly and foolish choices recently, but proposing to this bit of fluff cannot be one of them. Furthermore, it is most vicious of your family to run this announcement without my approval.”

Anger and indignation rise in me, burning hot as the insinuations sink in.

“We did not run the announcement!”

“And yet here it is in print.”

“Robert must have–” my words are cut short by a solid hand slamming on the desk. I flinch and glance nervously at Peeta to see if the noise had any affect on him at all. He remains a stone wall, unresponsive, just like his horse. But now that I am getting a good look at him, I see that he appears as awful as I feel. Dark circles ring his eyes and his skin appears pale, unnourished.

Something dreadful has happened.

“Robert could not,” the Marquis insists, his face turning purple as he seems to be stumbling through his words, starting half a dozen sentences and failing to complete them before Peeta finally speaks.

“Robert is gone.”

In the silence that follows, we listen to the ticking clock in the corner and the third man coughs.

“Gone? Gone how?” I ask, thinking a hundred horrible thoughts of him dead along a roadside, murdered by a highwayman, killed by an overturned carriage, lost to a fever. Perhaps it is cruel of me, but in the moment, death would be welcome to the thought that he courted me, kissed me, and then discarded me so carelessly. My stomach sinks as the Marquis sighs.

“That is not for you to reveal, boy.”

“She deserves to know,” Peeta says and stares his father down. “Whether you wish to admit it or not, Robert was, for all appearances, courting her, and there are any number of witnesses to it. She deserves to know.”

For one second, I am struck with the impression of two colliding thunderstorms and then the Marquis relents. “Very well, then. You claim to know the tart, you tell her.”

I gasp at the insult and Haymitch steps forward, but Peeta comes between the two older men, a contrite look on his face.

“May I speak with your niece, Mr. Abernathy?”

“She is standing right there. No need for permission,” the Marquis says. He is lucky his son stands guard because I have half a mind to fetch a weapon and split his skull for his rude behavior.

“Please,” Peeta says softly. Something in his voice draws my attention to him, and I am frozen in place by his pleading gaze. There is pain in his eyes and curiosity gets the better of me. I squeeze my uncle’s arm. Haymitch nods his silent permission and Peeta takes a deep breath before explaining. “He has eloped with someone. My brother Ethan and several others went after him, but they were…”

I stare at him as though he’s speaking another language, unable to believe the words or what they mean for me.

“Too late. He’s already married the trollop and made annulment impossible, God help him,” the Marquis growls and launches into a tirade that I cannot follow. My head swims with the news.

Robert eloped and already married someone else. For an instant, I feel as though my soul separates from my body. I cannot process this news, cannot reconcile it with the events of the masquerade. How could this happen? I saw him only a few days ago and the man I spent the night with at the masquerade seemed enthralled with me. The things he said, the way he kissed me! How could he already have married someone else? I know that Peeta said Robert falls in love easily but who could he have fallen in love with that quickly?

Peeta. Peeta would know with who and how this happened.

I refocus my attention on him. Oddly, he seems to be the only person I can focus on right now as he whispers. “I am…sorry, Miss Everdeen.”

“I have restricted my son and his…wife to remain far from town until this has time to fade out of interest. It would have not been an issue at all were it not for this travesty.” The Marquis lifts the paper and smacks it down on the desk. “You people–”

“Who ran the announcement is of little consequence,” Peeta interrupts and his father glares hotly at him. “The damage is done and the important matter now is repairing it.”

“Indeed,” the third man finally dares to speak, but I’ve no time to ask who he is or why he’s here.

“I do not see how this is our concern. Your boy is the one who ran off and broke the engagement. Katniss has done nothing wrong,” Haymitch says and the Marquis smiles. The expression is repulsive, almost sadistic and I have to force myself not to reach for Haymitch’s hand.

“Do you really wish to test that theory, Abernathy?”

I wait for Haymitch to leap to my defense, to tell this man to go to hell. The silence stretches to unbearable until the Marquis stands and spreads his hands on the desk.

“I thought not. Here is what is to be done. Robert is now married and obviously cannot have two wives. We have an engagement announcement in the papers that will destroy his status as a gentleman if allowed to stand, and I cannot allow that, no matter how beneath his rank he has chosen to wed. Luckily, I still have one unmarried son. A retraction, a correction will run in the society papers next week. I have already submitted it for print, announcing that your…Katrina–”

“Katniss,” Peeta corrects.

“No matter. Announcing that today’s paper contained a mistake and she is to marry Peeta here instead.”

“I will not!” I shout. I have been insulted, accused, and abused this morning. I will not stand for having my life decided for me as well.

“Sweetheart, hush,” Haymitch tries to soothe and I turn my anger on him, glaring daggers that he seems willing to roll over and take orders from this pompous ass.

“My solicitor, Mr. Cameron,” the Marquis waves towards the third man in the room, “has already drawn up the papers. You will sign today and then you and your family will tell every caller to your house of the mistake. Play it for a lark or a joke. An amusing misunderstanding if you must. You will not breathe so much as a word of Robert’s marriage. Tell them whatever they need to hear. Perhaps that your niece fell madly in love with Peeta instead of Robert. There is precedence for that sort of claim to a fickle heart in your family after all.”

Fury contained burns hot in my blood as he speaks. Ruthless, manipulative, cold and demanding. My mother was too kind in her description of him when she only used one of those words. I hate him already and my fingers itch to claw his eyes out before he even delivers the worst of his verdict.

“My son and your niece will be married as soon as feasible. Afterwards, I will announce Robert’s marriage in such a way that it will not seem that his marriage prompted this fiasco, and then this mess will disappear, no permanent harm done,” the Marquis finishes and runs his hands over his waistcoat.

“No permanent harm done?” I take a step towards him with murder in my mind, but Haymitch intercepts.

“I would have a word with my niece,” he says as I struggle to free myself from his grip and not cry in front of these bastards who would decide my life for me.

“Of course. We will wait here.” The Marquis waves his hand, dismissing us and my anger nearly bubbles over into screeching at his treatment of my uncle in his own home, at his cold assurance that he will get exactly his way.

Haymitch drags me down the hall and practically slams me into a wall as my tears break free. “How can you let him speak to you so? How did this happen?”

“Katniss, get ahold of yourself! You’ve gotten embroiled in a scandal with the wrong family, that is what happened. God damnit! I should have listened to my instincts and not Effie’s insistence.”

“Explain now.”

“Twenty-eight years ago, that man in there courted your mother and proposed to her. She refused because she was already in love with someone else, and two days later her engagement to your father appeared in the papers. She was lucky to walk away unscathed. She had no sisters to protect, no obvious weak spots for him to exploit. He had not come into his title yet, he found another poor wretch to marry him instead, and his father was slightly more forgiving. Elise has no idea what she narrowly escaped. You are not going to be so lucky as your mother, Katniss.”

“I won’t marry his bastard son to salvage the reputation of a man who proposed and then reneged! It won’t damage Robert that much anyways! Ha-ha! He realised too late how unsuitable the poor, untitled farmer’s daughter was for him!”

“Sweetheart,” Haymitch shakes his head and his face twists in pain. “I hate this for you as much as you do. But you do not comprehend the danger. Just a word or two, even a whisper of a scandal out of that man’s mouth and both you and Prim will suffer.”

“Prim?” I ask, freezing in horror. “It would be lies!”

“It matters not. All that will matter is who chooses to believe him. His is not the sort of power you can enrage without consequence. Do you understand?”

My tears and heaving slows. I still do not understand what happened between the masquerade and the morning after to so change Robert’s affections towards me. I feel as though a knife has been lodged between my ribs, but I can understand what Haymitch is saying. Lord Mellark could make it so that no one decent will marry Prim or myself.

In other words, will have to marry Peeta. I have no choice.

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Details are finalised. Mr Cameron adjusts the contract as appropriate. Lord Mellark makes a point of telling me how Peeta will now receive half of the amount meant for Sir Robert upon marriage as well as the amount intended for Peeta himself, since the youngest legitimate Mellark has caused his father and his family such embarrassment and trouble.

“Does that satisfy, Miss Everdeen?” Lord Mellark asks as Haymitch signs the paperwork in my father’s stead and hands the quill to me so that I may also sign.

“It is most generous,” I say, certain when he nods that Lord Mellark missed my sarcasm.

The last signature sealing my fate belongs to Peeta. He accepts the quill from me and nearly drops it with how hard he tries to keep from touching me in the exchange. A sickening feeling fills me as I wonder what, if anything, Robert told him about that night at the masquerade. My eyes jump to the scars on his face. Annoyance that he would so judge me when he is clearly marked as I am churns in my gut. Or perhaps there are other reasons he now acts as though I have leprosy.

Then I cannot watch as he bends over the desk to sign. I stare unseeing out the window and wait for the scratching of quill tip on parchment. It does not arrive. Peeta stands and sets the quill back in its jar.

“May I speak to you a moment, Miss Everdeen?”

“I think you have spoken enough,” I say.

“There will be time for that later. Sign the papers.” I truly wish I could challenge his blasted father to a duel.

“After then? Perhaps a walk in the garden?” Peeta persists.

“I would not foul the pathways so,” I say, furious that he would suggest such a thing, even if he is unaware of what passed between Robert and I three days ago. A proposal in one garden and a kiss in another. I don’t care if it was not real, I won’t allow this bastard to further sully my memories of that day. The Marquis makes an odd noise in his throat.

“You are a nasty piece, aren’t you? No wonder my son had no real interest in you.”

The words strike deep and cause such pain. When I was eight, my mare was spooked by a snake and threw me. I laid on the ground gasping for air, my chest tighter than a corset. I thought I might die and this feeling that Lord Mellark imposes on me with his words is far worse than that feeling.

Because it must be true. Regardless of what happened at the masquerade, Robert would not have eloped and married another with such haste and no word of explanation to me if he felt any true regard for either myself or my feelings. Whatever I felt that night was truly one sided.

“Enough insults, Mellark. She has signed your damn papers. Allow the girl some anger and upset for the way things have turned out,” Haymitch says.

Lord Mellark grunts and begins to gather his things. “I haven’t time for this, boy. Already I have wasted an entire morning on this mess. Either sign or I will pursue my initial plans.”

I have no idea what he means, but whatever it is spurs Peeta into action. I’ve never seen anyone sign their name so fast nor with so much restrained rage. The glare he sends his own father leaves me breathless. I feel a slight twinge of pity as I realise that I am not the only one being forced into this travesty of marriage against my will.

Then I crush it. I have no space in my shattered heart for Peeta’s pain. I’ve enough of my own to carry.

“Excellent. I’m off. Good day, Abernathy.” The Marquis departs with his solicitor and his papers.

The three of us left in the room linger in charged silence until the carriage leaves.

“Why are you still here?” I snarl at Peeta.

“I should go explain things to your aunt,” Haymitch says and practically runs from the room. I scowl after him, furious at his cowardice in leaving me alone with this bastard. Shouldn’t he at least punch Peeta to defend my honour?

I doubt that you need his help. Robert’s words about me not needing Haymitch to defend my honour rise up in my memory to taunt me. Very well then. I shall do it myself.

“There is something I must tell you,” Peeta says before I can so much as make a fist.

“I’ve no wish to entertain a bastard this afternoon. If you’ll be so good as to see yourself out.” I spin and march from the room. I make it to the stairs before the tears start and then I run.

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I lay with eyes fixed on the window, the curtains parted just enough to admit the glow of the moon. So beautiful and cold in the night sky. I wonder if Prim or my mother were able to enjoy their evening. It has been several days since I heard from them. I never told them of my engagement, thankfully. At first distracted by the masquerade and then by Sir Robert’s silence, I never sent word. Now I am glad that I did not, for explaining that mess would only make this entire situation worse. And to think just three nights ago, I squealed with foolish, girlish joy over a few kisses, thinking myself to be falling in love.

My eyes ache, tormented by the need to contain my tears all day while I was forced to sit in the parlor between Aunt Effie and Madge. Forced to drink tea and laugh at the “mistake.” Forced to pretend joy at my betrothal to a man I despise and who I am certain despises me.

Of course every known acquaintance would choose today to visit, tempted here by that blasted announcement to offer their congratulations. Effie insists it was not her who ran the announcement. That leaves only Robert himself, but that makes no sense either and unfortunately, Peeta was right. It matters not who sent in the announcement. What matters now is repairing the damage.

While I have been mourning for my loss of something I am not certain I ever possessed, barely able to speak and instead hiding behind a false smile of speechless fake joy, Madge and Effie had the difficult task of explaining that no, Katniss shan’t be wedding the charming Sir Robert but the other brother, with whom I am apparently madly in love.

I could release them now. The tears. I’ve enough of a broken heart to fill the night with sobs aplenty and give myself a headache, but I refuse to give the trio of Mellark bastards determining my future the satisfaction.

“Katniss…” Madge whispers. Her voice sounds choked, as though she too is holding back tears. “I’m so sorry. I… I was so concerned about returning to Maysilee as soon as possible. So happy when it seemed that we might find you a decent man for a husband with such ease that I was—“ she sniffles as tears slip from my eyes. I know she is crying as well. “I’m so sorry. I do not want your marriage to be anything like mine was.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and summon as much cheer as I can manage.

“Perhaps Mr. Mellark suffers a terminal illness and will make me a widow by the end of the year.”

“Perhaps,” Madge says although she does not sound convinced.

“It is not your fault, Madge,” I whisper, my voice a detached monotone. “You did not elope with Robert, nor did you encourage him to do so.”

“No. But I ignored the warnings in his behaviour.”

“What warnings?” I turn slightly in bed, a sudden cold feeling sweeping over me.

“I do not know how to explain it and perhaps it is the clarity of viewing past events and knowing the outcome now speaking, but Sir Robert’s suit was… lukewarm at best. So little passion for such haste. In truth, now that I think on it, Peeta showed more interest in you than Robert did.”

“Until the masquerade,” I remind her, ignoring what she says about Peeta. She sighs.

“Yes. That I cannot yet explain.”

I do not answer, unable to do so without expelling a torrent of sobs. I wait until I have control and by then, I am certain she is asleep and unable to hear me.

“Nor I.”

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I survive the second day of my engagement to Peeta Mellark and escape to the garden after the visitors cease their torment, using the excuse of cutting flowers for the dinner table. The gardner who would usually attend the task gave no resistance when I asked, handing over her shears and basket with a soft look of pity. Bah. Does everyone know of my misfortunes in romance?

I need a distraction and the flowers oblige. I have half filled the basket when a sound alerts me to the presence of another. I expect Madge and scowl when I see Peeta walking towards me. His gait is uneven and he moves with a pronounced limp. Good. While I do not know the source of his injury, I do know that he deserves some pain for what he and his brother have done to me.

“You are late for visits. We are fresh out of tea, and I will not be inviting you to dinner.”

“Miss Everdeen,” he says as he stops near me.

“Have you come to make more demands then? Is marrying you not enough?”

“I did not want this any more than you.”

I do not even try to contain my sound of disbelief. “You did not want Robert to marry me. You made no secret of that, and now you have exactly what you wanted.”

“Not like this. I did not want this,” he insists. I choose to ignore him now. Maybe then he will leave. “I merely wanted to be sure that he would not fall in love with someone who could not and would not love him in return.”

The silence the stretches between us, broken only by the songs of birds and the faint noises of traffic on the street in front of the house.

“You garden as a hobby?” Peeta asks, clearly not taking my hints that I wish him to be gone. I resign myself to attempting conversation.

“I suppose that is not a suitable hobby for the wife of a Marquis’ illegitimate son in your mind?”

“I have nothing against gardening.”

“Thank goodness. My continuation of my favorite activities was hanging by the thin thread of your approval.”

“You dislike me.”

“No more than you dislike me,” I say and examine a few stems instead of looking at him.

“I do not dislike you at all, Miss Everdeen,” he says softly.

“Good heavens!” I say and lean back, sheltering my eyes from the sun with one hand to look up at him. “Such high praise! I would hate to see how you treat someone who has earned your disdain.”

He makes a strange growling noise of frustration in his throat. “Despite what you may think, I find you…intriguing and…enchanting. I do not wish for either of us to be miserable in our lives together. If you could find it in your heart to give me a chance—“

The snorting, indignant huff of disbelief I make cuts off his words and he finally ceases. I am quite tired of seeing Peeta Mellark, I think as I stand, brushing dirt off my hands onto my skirts since in my haste to escape, I forgot gloves. Effie would be furious at the dirt I leave on my skirts, especially in the presence of a gentleman, but if we’re going to be married, he might as well know what he’s getting.

I have always preferred feeling the plants and the soil, the life between my fingers anyways.

“A chance to do what?”

“Tell you the truth, for starters.”

“By all means, do share,” I throw my arms wide and let them fall to my sides. “I cannot see how it could possibly make anything worse. What excuse will you give for your brother courting and misleading a lady only to discard her the day after he proposes, I wonder. It is certain to be quite entertaining.”

“Robert was gone mere hours after he proposed to you.” A stab of pain lances across my chest at this. I shake my head to deny the words that pour from Peeta’s mouth. “He never made it to the masquerade at all.”

“No.” I keep shaking my head, hoping that it will make this nightmare stop. “No I saw him there. He…”

“That wasn’t Robert,” Peeta whispers and his fingers trace mine, exactly as the man in the mask did that night. My heart revolts against what he is saying. “Katniss—“

“No!” I shout and step away from him, snatching up my shears again. “You are not allowed to address me so! You and your kin have lied to me, used me most horribly, insulted me, and played with my heart! You have taken away what little choice I had in to whom and when I am married! You are not allowed to speak my name thus!”

I spin back to my plants and grasp a rose by the stem then yelp as the thorns pricks me.

“Bastard roses!” I screech, bringing my hand to my chest and dropping the shears.

“Even the flowers meet your disapproval in their wanton ways of pollinating.” Peeta reaches out and grasps my hand. We engage in a brief tussle for control of my wrist, but he unfortunately wins with a glare reminiscent of the way my mother used to look at me when I would not sit still to have a scrape cleaned and dressed. “You have gotten a pair of thorns embedded in your palm. Come with me.”

Pain and heartache make me too weak to resist. I should kick him but am suddenly sapped of the strength to do so. Surely an effect of my outburst.

He leads me towards a rain barrel and produces a handkerchief and after assuring me that it is clean, dips the elegant cloth into the rain water. He gently cleans the cuts on my palm. My pulse turns erratic as he blows on the cuts to dry them, wiping away more dirt. I watch as his pristine white cloth grows dark with earth and my blood.

“This may hurt a little,” he warns and he slides a knife out from I’ve no idea where. I gasp, stunned at the quick flash of metal. “Apologies. Habit from–”

“The infantry?” I ask and he nods. I take a deep breath and give him permission. “Proceed.”

I turn my head away so I need not watch. As comfortable as I am with the blood of animals, human blood – in particular mine or that of anyone I love – never fails to make me nauseous.

“For shame on the flowers. Cavorting with the bees,” he murmurs as I barely feel a prick or two and then slight pressure.

I snort at this and shove the laughter down deep. I will not give him the satisfaction of my laughter as his warm palm cradles mine, loose enough to not hurt me but tight enough to prevent my escape. For me to feel the calluses on his skin and the caress of his thumb over mine in a soothing gesture. The touch feels familiar although I dismiss that as a trick caused by his words. I refuse to believe it was Peeta at the masquerade that night. I can only withstand so many blows to my heart.

“They are Aunt Effie’s favorite but, I am not fond of roses,” I gasp out and he lifts his head to look at me.

“Because they are so…scandalous?” he asks with a teasing smile lifting the corner of his lips. I fight back my own smile. I will not smile for him. I will not fall for more of his deception.

“No. Because their scent is overwhelming and sticks in the nostrils, eventually growing foul. They are quite common. Everyone seems to hand them out as gifts and has them planted in their gardens.”

“So you prefer more extraordinary blooms.”

“No.” I say, and he seems to be waiting for more.

“Perhaps something more wild and native to your home then.”

I cannot breathe. The intense way he looks at me wraps around me and squeezes the air from my lungs.

“Why do you care?”

“Because like you, I do not wish to marry a stranger, nor a person who cannot even stand my presence, regardless of the circumstances of engagement.”

He has been holding my hand for longer than necessary and gazing into my eyes for certainly much too long and yet I cannot seem to break the connections. I cough and nod towards our hands. “Are the thorns out?”

“Yes.” He lets go my hand then and steps away from me, only to remove his cravat. I am too speechless to ask what the devil he is doing. “And I do believe that you will live.”

“I am relieved to hear it,” I say and Peeta laughs. At my words or my tone, I cannot be sure, and I am too distracted by his state of undress and then by the awful ripping sounds as he uses the knife to cut a length of silk from his neck cloth. Setting aside the knife, he once more takes my hand in his and uses the strip of silk to bandage my hand.

“We have bandages inside,” I croak. He pauses in his work and I shake my head. “No, I do not know if Aunt Effie keeps any. My mother does, at home.”

He finishes his task while I stare at the scars that are normally hidden beneath his collar and that disappear beneath his shirt. How far down his body do they extend, I wonder, and does he already know of mine? The garden is unbearably warm this afternoon.

“There,” he says and then says my name like a plea, but I shake my head and return to the rose bushes.

“I do not wish to be miserable in matrimony either, Mr. Mellark. Dishonesty is something I cannot abide.”

“I have not lied to you.”

“Either you were deceiving me several nights ago at the masquerade or you are deceiving me now.” I turn back to judge his reaction. He clenches his jaw and turns one direction then another.

“It is more complicated than that. My only excuse for the masquerade is that I meant to protect my brother and I… became distracted.”

“How convenient, sir.”

“I cannot convince you?”

“No.”

“Shall I return tomorrow then? Perhaps you might enjoy a ride in the park, beneath the trees.”

I squint at him and shake my head. “A good attempt, sir, but that will not work. Robert could have told you everything that passed between us.”

“Not everything.”

My cheeks heat as he steps closer. Close enough for me to feel the heat shifting in the air around us, the currents I felt the other night reborn and charged with animosity rather than desire this time. No, it is a trick. I am feeling things that are not there, influenced by his deception.

I cannot stand the feelings and turn away from him to snip off a few more blooms without paying much attention to their quality and lay them in my basket to take inside.

“I want no deception between us as well, Miss Everdeen. The simple truth is that Robert was long gone when I found your note to him about the ball. Realising that you would be expecting him and questions on his whereabouts might be raised before Ethan could reach him, I was sent to…distract you.“

"Who sent you? Your charming father? It’s preposterous and you really expect me to believe that?”

“If you cannot believe me, then I shall refrain from speaking of it again, but it is the truth.”

“Then you’re off?” I say, unable to account for the sinking feeling inside me.

“Not yet. There is one more matter I wish to discuss with you before I leave you be.” I pause in my flower gathering long enough for him to take it as approval to continue. “I imagine you are anxious to return home to see to your father, your mother and sister, as well as the needs of your home. If you wish, I would join you at Everdeen in a week’s time. A small wedding at your home where your family could be present might suit best. If not, you can return here once you’ve seen to your responsibilities, and we can be wed at that time.”

“You are giving me a choice?” I turn slightly to face him.

“I leave it solely in your hands.”

I flounder for words, stunned by the gesture of handing me control, however little it may be.

“You do not need to choose now. Think on it and let me know.” He hands me a folded piece of paper, bows, and then departs, still limping slightly.

It takes several minutes after he has left for me to brave looking at the paper. He has written a fully addressed letter, sealed and all, and in the corner is his direction, so that I might write him my answer.

I stuff the letter in my pocket without reading it and hurry inside, deciding what flowers I have already cut will suffice. I will need to begin packing immediately and speak to Madge, Uncle Haymitch, and any number of servants if we are to leave for Everdeen first thing on the marrow.

I am going home.

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To be continued…

[soundsof71]

TURN IT UP! Joe Walsh with The James Gang, “Walk Away”, 1971

The James Gang was one of those bands that hit so much harder live than on their studio records that it’s almost impossible to believe that they’re the same guys. Their two 1971 albums offer the perfect contrast, Thirds (from whence comes this glorious single), and James Gang In Concert, recorded in May 1971 at Carnegie Hall and released later that year.

I’m surprised the hall was still standing when they were done. It’s the loudest slab of vinyl I’ve ever put on a turntable -- even with the volume turned all the way down, the racket coming straight out of the needle scraping through the grooves unamplified was flat out unbelievable. Very much in keeping with the ethos proclaimed in the liner notes of the previous year’s James Gang Rides Again, “Made Loud To Be Played Loud.”

This performance from Germany’s Beat Club, first aired July 24, 1971, somewhat splits the difference between the civilized, if still loud, studio band, and the utter savages (in a good way!) of James Gang on stage. Surely you’ve already pressed play, and heard Joe Walsh absolutely ROAR into this thing. If all you know of him is what you’ve heard on the radio or with the Eagles, you’re in for an eye-opening, and ear-opening delight.

I had once thought of this song as a pleasant bit of science fiction. The MAN in the song is the one who wants to talk about his feelings and where the relationship is going, while “you just turn your pretty head and walk away.” Riiiight. Because that’s how men are. Just won’t shut up about relationships.  ‾\_(ツ)_/‾

Well, maybe Joe really IS that way, because the song sounds pretty damn persuasive, and other than being a little condescending, it’s not especially mean, which automatically sets him above most men of the day.

(1971 was the first great year for a wide swath women artists in classic rock, but women as a lot were alas still not faring well at the hands of male writers. Still aren’t, either, which is a story for another day.)

I actually started rethinking this song when I read what Stevie Nicks had to say about Joe Walsh, who she describes as "the great, great love of my life.”

She said of their breakup: “It nearly killed me. We had to break up or we thought we’d die. We were just too excessive. We were busy superstars and we were doing way too much drugs. We were really, seriously drug addicts. We were a couple on the way to hell. 

But there was no closure. It took me years to get over it — if I ever did. It’s very sad but at least we survived. 

He was the one I would have married, and that I would probably have changed my life around for a little bit, anyway. Not a lot. 

[my note: the fact that she concedes that she’d have changed only a little bit, and only “probably”, suggests that she’s maybe not exaggerating the rest.] 

There was no other man for me. I look back at all the men in my life, and there was only one that I can honestly say I could truly have lived with every day for the rest of my life, because there was respect and we loved to do the same things. I was very content with him all the time. That’s only happened once in my life. 

This man, if he’d asked me to marry him, I would have. There was nothing more important than Joe Walsh — not my music, not my songs, not anything. He was the great, great love of my life.” (more here)

So on top of being better at relationships and rocking harder than you might have thought, he’s also a terrific technical guitarist, and a hilarious storyteller. I heard him tell a story on the radio in 1988 or so, involving him and George Harrison, that I’ve never seen documented, but I dropped everything I was doing to listen. 

I even remember exactly where I was -- in the back room of the bookstore I managed in Washington, DC, way past time to go home, but I didn’t want to miss the end of the story during the long walk to my car.

This is paraphrased, but it’s pretty damn close. I started telling this story to everyone within earshot right away, and you’ll get why. 

(btw, I don’t have a picture of Joe and George together, although they shared a stage a time or two. There are quite a few pictures of Joe and Ringo, though -- not only did Joe play in some editions of Ringo’s All-Star Band, they’re married to sisters! Marjorie and Barbara Bach, so yeah, they’re brothers in law.)

Anyway, Joe said that the one piece of advice he gives every guitarist trying to learn the instrument, “Learn to play every song The Beatles ever did, and sound exactly like they did. Doesn’t matter if you hate The Beatles or don’t want to sound anything like them when you’re done, but once you can play everything they played, exactly the way they sounded, you can do anything that it’s possible to do on a guitar.”

Well, there was one song that was vexing him, the very last one that he still couldn’t figure out -- “And Your Bird Can Sing” from Revolver. When he finally got it, he was beside himself. He called up George Harrison to make sure he was home (both fellas were living in Los Angeles at the time), said, “Stay there, I got something you gotta hear!” 

He packed up his amps and his guitar, drove over to George’s house, and started setting up. “What is it?” asked George. “Just wait,” replied Joe, and kept setting up. 

When Joe finally unleashed a note-perfect “And Your Bird Can Sing”, George fell out of his chair laughing. “How the hell did you do that?” “Well, it took me long enough to figure out,” Joe said, “so I was going to ask YOU how YOU did it.”

George said, “The way *I* did it was John and me playing in unison, and then double-tracked! I can’t figure out how you did it by yourself, even though I just saw you do it!” 

Well, Joe was left feeling pretty good about himself, managing to sound like the equivalent of four Beatles guitarists all by himself, if a little exasperated to have spent so much time figuring out something that he should have known better than to try -- but he did it anyway. THAT’s Joe Walsh for ya.

I hope you’ve already hit play AGAIN on that blistering take on 1971′s “Walk Away” up top, because Joe really was killing it that year. There’s more to him than you probably think, too, so if you’re into the heavy guitar thing, you should definitely do some exploring.

Led Zeppelin fans in particular, I’m looking at you. Joe and Jimmy were friends from Jimmy’s days in The Yardbirds, and it was Joe who said, man, you’ve gotta quit monkeying around with that Telecaster. When you’re ready to rock, switch to a Les Paul -- and indeed, Jimmy bought his first Les Paul (known as “#1″) from Joe in 1969, for $1200, which Joe says he flew out to hand-deliver to Jimmy. Says Jimmy, “Joe brought it for me when we played the Fillmore. He insisted I buy it, and he was right."

(btw, nifty pic from Joe’s Twitter feed of him and Jimmy hanging out after LZ’s February 12 show at The Garden in 1975!)

I wouldn’t want to say that Led Zeppelin’s approach to live jamming was necessarily influenced by James Gang, but I’m saying that they were similar and Joe got there first. LOL And seriously, if you dig live Zeppelin, you NEED to know more about live James Gang and early solo Joe.

(More details about #1 than anyone but a gearhead would want here, here, here, and here, but hey, maybe you’re a gearhead!)

To give you a head start for exploring more James Gang and early solo Joe, I’ll add one more video, from 1972, “Turn To Stone” featuring Fanny’s Jean Millington on bass absolutely slaying dragons on this monster. As Joe told Rolling Stone,

"Turn to Stone" was written about the Nixon administration and the Vietnam War and the protesting that was going on and all of that. It's a song about frustration. Also, I attended Kent State. I was at the shootings. That fueled it, too. In those days it felt like the government's priority was not the population. They had an agenda that was about something other than doing what was necessarily good for the country.

A few years later [in 1980], I decided to run for president myself. [Ed. Note: Walsh pledged to make "Life's Been Good" the new national anthem.] I thought it'd be a great idea and I had fun with it. And the reason I did it is because there was, and there continues to be, a very apathetic attitude toward voting. There's a total separation between the federal government and the people. So running for president was an attempt on my part to get people to care enough to go vote. But people just don't bother. And that's why it's not working.

TURN IT UP!

Oh what the heck, and one more from July 20 1971, from the French TV show Pop2, “The Bomber” (from 1970′s Rides Again) which includes a quick little nod to “Beck’s Bolero” along the way.  (Well, technically I suppose, Ravel’s “Bolero”, and indeed, Ravel’s estate made them remove the reference from initial pressings of the album!)

And another note for LZ fans: Joe does some crazy stuff with his bare hands at around 2:30-3:30 going into “Bolero” that Jimmy did with a violin bow. THAT’s Joe Walsh for ya.

TURN IT UP!

[bee-kathony]

McTavish & Beauchamp | Ch. 21 “Positions of Power” 

a/n: thank you @julesbeauchamp for the beautiful moodboard and encouraging my ideas and to @claryclark for approving of some ahem things in this. Very nsfw btw

Masterlist Here

March 1747 

Our journey to Leoch lasted several more days and when we arrived to the great stone castle, I wanted to weep from happiness. My thighs had been cramping and my bum was sore from the saddle.

“Let’s get ye down, Sassenach,” Jamie was off his horse first and came around to help me. He held out his arms to help me off, gentle placing me on my feet. “Someone will come and take care of the horses, I expect Colum will want to speak wi’ us before we get settled.”

With his arm around my waist, Jamie and I gathered our small bundle of belongings and walked inside the castle for the first time in nearly three years. It was odd — the feel of the place was similar, but something had changed.

It was almost as if the soul of the place had been wiped away, just as so many Highlanders lives had been taken at Culloden. I held Jamie close as we walked through the dimly lit stone hallways.

A feeling of nostalgia washed over me, however, when I remembered that this was where it all started for Jamie and me. We had ridden up to the castle, much like we had today and from that day… nothing had been the same.

“What are ye thinkin’ about sae hard, mo nighean donn?”

“Memories of this place,” I smiled and looked up at him. “Of us, of what we did here.” My cheeks blushed at the thought of what went on in that little dungeon of a surgery.

His arm tightened around my waist as we turned the corner, “Mmmm, tis verra fond memories we have here, Sassenach. And I intend to make a few more,” he kissed me briefly and then his hand was at my back, letting me walk up the stairs that led to Colum’s chambers.

When Jamie reached the top step, I paused, taking a deep breath, “Are you ready?”

“Aye, as ready as ever,” he nodded, his mouth set firm in a straight line and knocked gently on the door.

“Enter,” came a gentle voice from behind the wooden door. Jamie pressed forward, and I nearly jumped at the loud creak as the door opened. The room was dark, the curtains shut over the two windows in the room. I had only been here a few times on my last visit and already I sensed it was not the same.

I followed Jamie’s lead and stood beside him as we approached Colum. He was laying in bed, a few candles next to him on a side table — his face was white and sunken. I wasn’t sure how much time he had left, but he looked as if he was fading away rapidly.

“Colum,” Jamie greeted him, kneeling at the bed and kissing the top of his hand. He rose and joined me at the end of the bed. “Claire is here as well, uncle.”

“Tis a pleasure to see ye both,” Colum said softly, almost too quiet to even hear. That fire that I had seen in him before was nearly doused. “I must thank ye for makin’ the long journey, I ken ye have a family of yer own.”

Jamie’s chest rose beside me and he moved his hand over my stomach, “Aye, the two bairns at Lallybroch and then another on the way.”

“Great news indeed,” Colum smiled and then laid his head back against the pillow. “Jamie, lad. I do have a matter to discuss wi’ ye, but now isna the time. Settle in and we’ll speak tomorrow.”

“Aye, uncle. I’ll come back tomorrow after I have my parritch,” Jamie bowed his head and we made our way back to the door. I heard a quiet cough from the bed and turned back to face him.

“Colum?”

“Aye, lass?” He said weakly.

“If you need anything, I may be able to ease any pain you have,” I offered.

“That’s verra kind of ye,” I saw his lips curve into a genuine smile. “I’m fairing well just now, but I’ll be sure to let Jamie know if I’m in need of ye.”

Bowing my head just as Jamie had done, we said goodbye and walked back into the hallway.

“He doesn’t look good, Jamie,” I twisted my hands together, my fingers aching with the need to do something, to heal him or at least ease his discomfort.

“Nah, I’ve no seen him so mild mannered in all the time I’ve kent him, Sassenach.” Jamie led the way back towards our room, holding my hand through the halls. I was absolutely starving, but Jamie was dragging us along rather quickly — I supposed he had other ideas.

“Twas a verra kind thing of ye to offer him aid,” Jamie said as he shut the door to our room. I had heard Mrs. Fitz voice as we rounded the corner and wanted to say hello, but Jamie had pulled me in quick before I had a chance.

“I brought a few of my medicines, I’m sure something will help if he is in need,” I said and walked over to a small table near the window, placing my small bag down.

“I ken ye want to eat, mo nighean,” Jamie’s voice said from behind me and I turned to look at him. His hands were on his hips, his legs placed far apart. If I hadn’t seen that fiery look of desire in his eyes, I might have told him the story of Peter Pan — the boy that never grew up. (does that make sense? With his stance and all or do I need to explain more?)

“Yes, of course I want to eat,” I grinned and walked closer to the bed.

“I only thought we could,” he dipped his head, staring at the ground. Even though we made love regularly, at times my husband was still shy — something I found endearing.

“Do what, Jamie?” Smirking, I took a few steps towards him, my fingers at the laces of my bodice.

His eyes followed my fingers as they pulled the laces out of their loops, one slow movement at a time. “Ye ken what I have in mind, Sassenach.”

“I’m not sure what you mean…” I pulled at my bodice, tugging the sleeves off my arms and letting it drop to the ground. As indecent as it might have been, I hadn’t bothered with a corset for our journey.

Jamie’s breath hitched in his throat and he took a step forward, his arm rising. Slowly and tenderly he pressed the palm of his hand over my breast, cupping it over my shift. The scratchy material and the pressure from his touch made my nipples harden instantly.

“Sassenach,” Jamie whispered, sliding one hand to my waist where he attempted to undo my skirts. I laughed and reached behind me to assist him. It was times like this when I missed modern clothes — less strings and layers that got in the way.

“I always thought a man would prefer food over sex,” I chuckled, laying both my hands on his chest.

“When a man has a wife like ye, Claire…” Jamie lowered his gaze, “Food is of little consequence.” He bent his head and placed his lips on my neck, lightly biting my skin. “Besides, I might just take a bite out of ye.”

As his words landed in the pit of my stomach, my mouth parted and I reached for the fly on his breeks, undoing the laces in record time. Backing me up until my legs hit the bed, Jamie pulled his mouth from my neck and reached down, pulling my shift up and over my head. I did the same to him, pulling off his long shirt, letting it pile up with our other clothes.

“Would you like to try somethin’?” He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Hmmm, depends what it is,” I smirked, taking my bottom lip between my teeth.

“I dinna imagine a proper English lass like yerself is familiar wi’ the term ‘soixante neuf’?” Jamie placed his hands on my shoulders, exerting gentle pressure and I sat down, coming face to face with his length.

“I know what sixty-nine means, Jamie,” I said, now breathless at his suggestion.

A sound like a laugh and a moan erupted from his mouth above me and I glanced up, “Then ye’ll ken ye need to make room for me on the bed if it’s to work properly.”

I put my hands beside me on the bed and scooted backwards until I was in the middle of the bed. While I knew what position Jamie had just described… I hadn’t exactly done it before.

“Jamie,” I said softly as he moved to lay on the bed, shifting so that his head was near my knees.

“Aye, Sassenach?” he kissed my thigh and a small shiver went down my body.

“Have you um… ever done this before?” I said nervously, not really wanting to know the answer.

He laughed then and kissed my thigh again. “Mo nighean, ye were the first lass I ever bedded — well, we lay together on a table that first time so I dinna think ye can call it beddin’—“

“Jamie!” I kicked my foot against his chest, “Answer the question please.”

“No, Sassenach. I heard about it during my time in Paris, but I never dreamed I would ever do it, let alone with someone as beautiful as ye.” His hand slid between my legs then and pulled me so I was on my side facing him.

“I ken we’ll be good at it though, mo ghraidh… ye wi’ yer sharp tongue,” he chuckled and his curls tickled my skin. I didn’t know how I was supposed to concentrate on anything but the feel of his hot breath between my thighs.

Jamie was hard and his cock was throbbing, that one vein begging to be licked. Gently I placed my hand around his length and he emitted a moan that vibrated through my whole body.  I pumped him twice before flicking my tongue on the tip. My own moan left my lips when I felt his tongue lick my crease.

His hand held my legs open and he moved his head closer between my legs. His breath was hot and as I took more of him in my mouth — swirling my tongue around, he started licking quicker. I slid my hand between his thighs, bobbing my head and tasting every inch of him. It was all I could do to keep sucking while his tongue lapped at my clit.

High pitched moans from me and deep moans from him echoed around the room. The sound of tongues on skin, that wet smacking sound nearly made me come right then. Jamie pushed his hand on my arse, pulling me closer and his cock came out of my mouth. Quickly adjusting, I took firm hold of him again and licked from his testicles to his head.

“Ah, Christ. Do that again,” he muttered and I repeated the same action. His belly rolled and I felt the muscles in his thighs tighten.

I gasped when I felt a finger enter me, aiming up while his tongue pressed flat on my slit. My hips began to gyrate against him, desperate. I slid my head off of him to catch my breath and looked down my body to see his head between my thighs, curls bouncing with every stroke.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ,” I sighed and then returned my attention back to his cock before me. I flicked my tongue back and forth on his head, tasting the salty stickiness on my tongue. Hollowing my cheeks, I began to suck and just as I started a steady rhythm, I felt Jamie’s hand on my arse squeeze and then he was spilling himself down my throat. Drinking him down, I swallowed every last drop, and pulled off his cock with an audible ‘pop!’.

“Ifrinn,” he said between breaths and then Jamie pushed me to lie flat on my back. He moved his body so he lay down between my legs. I raised my head up to look at him and he flashed me a grin before diving down, swiping his tongue back and forth.

“Oh God,” I moaned as I watched the way his tongue flicked and nibbled. My hips bucked against him and he placed both hands on my waist to hold me still. It was too much — too overwhelming. Knowing the pleasure I had just given him and made him feel made my heart race and my pussy throb.

“Jamie!” My back arched off the bed, my legs squeezed around his head and I came with a low moan, letting my orgasm extend to every inch of my body.

My chest heaved and finally I unclenched my thighs, releasing Jamie from my hold. He rolled over on his side, spent and looked over at me.

“I quite liked that,” I smiled and he made his way up to kiss me. His lips lingered on mine and I cherished the quiet bliss, the peaceful moment of just us. No crying children or chores to do, just a moment between us — as if nothing else existed.

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The rest of the day carried on normally, we ate and I said hello to old acquaintances, people that I had healed during my time here. Both tired after our long journey, Jamie and I retired early to our room and slept peacefully in each others arms.

The next morning I rose late, letting my body wake slowly to the day. Jamie wasn’t in bed next to me to my disappointment and I figured he would be talking with Colum about the reason he had invited us here. I pinned my hair up and dressed for the day, going in search of Mrs. Fitz.

“Hello, my dear!” She smiled when I walked into the kitchen. She greeted me with a kiss to both cheeks and a tight embrace. “I’ve missed ye sae much, and yer lad of course. How was yer journey?”

I took her offered bowl of porridge and leaned against the counter as she continued to knead the dough before her.

“It wasn’t all too bad, we made quite good time,” I smiled and took a bite, letting the warmth seep through me.

“Tis a good thing to hear, lass. I was so happy when we learned that The MacKenzie had invited ye back,” she grinned, her cheeks rosy. “It was my granddaughter — oh, ye’ll remember Laoghaire?”

I nearly choked on my spoonful, my eyes wide at the mention of the young girl who had informed me I’d taken Jamie away from her and tried to have me tried and killed as a witch! I had thought of Laoghaire on our journey here, but wasn’t sure if she would still be here three years later.

“Yes,” I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand, tasting bile in my throat. “I do remember her.”

“She came runnin’ to me wi’ the news that wee Jamie would be returnin’ to us on orders of The Mackenzie,” her hands paused in the dough, “But she didna mention that he would be bringin’ ye wi’ him. I’m sae glad for it though,” she beamed. Mrs. Fitz was a kind woman who had shown me nothing but hospitality, but her granddaughter did not have a kind bone in her body.

“Is she around? Laoghaire?” I mused, trying to appear innocent in tone. I vowed that if I ever saw her again after what she tried to do to me, I would give her a piece of my mind.

“Aye, she is. She’ll be wi’ the other lassies sewin’ and mendin’ near the main room.”

I finished my bowl of porridge quickly and thanked Mrs. Fitz before rushing off to find Laoghaire. I wasn’t going to be too harsh on the young girl, but she couldn’t have me burned at the stake and get away with it!

Burning thoughts of just what I’d like to do to her face with my fist were rushing through my mind as I walked through the castle that I nearly bumped into Jamie. He was coming down from seeing Colum with a glazed expression on his face.

“Jamie,” I smiled and kissed him briefly. His face was frozen in shock, his eyes were a ghost of themselves and he was trembling slightly. “Jamie, what’s wrong?” What has Colum told you?”

He mumbled something incoherent and I reached for his hands to steady them in my own.

“Please, Jamie, you’re scaring me,” I cupped his cheek with my palm, turning his face to look down at me. “Whatever it is, we’ll work it out.”

“He told me that—“ he muttered under his breath and I feared that something terrible had happened. Jamie suddenly squeezed my hands tight and inhaled sharply, his eyes meeting mine for the first time.

“Claire,” he said with a shaky breath. “Colum told me that my father… is alive.”

[ty-talks-comics]

Best of DC: Week of May 29th, 2019

Best of this Week: Doomsday Clock #10 - Geoff Johns, Gary Frank, Brad Anderson and Rob Leigh

And yet another wrinkle is added to the DC Universe.

Or should I say, “Metaverse” now? Yes, after I think three months since the last issue, Doomsday Clock returns with yet another strong issue that expands upon the mythos of the DC Universe and just how Doctor Manhattan viewed and affected things at the many different positions of time that he has been able to inhabit.

The issue is framed around an actor by the name of Carver Colman, a very huge star in DCs 1954, who has been referenced or used in previous issues. This gives some kind of continuity in the context of the story as Johnny Thunder was seen watching his movie in the retirement home al the way back in issue two or three. Colman, unfortunately, has a secret that gets him killed soon after wrapping up the filming of his biggest hit, The Adjournment and as we make it through the issue and the back and forth of his life, we find the biggest change to Doctor Manhattan’s character and how he has to bend to the rules of this new universe.

Doctor Manhattan actually meets Colman in 1938 when he was a struggling actor who had just lost his job delivering mail to a movie studio after an unfortunate accident and things he saw. Manhattan takes Colman out for some food, attempting to use him as a rod to focus on to look towards the future as he can’t seem to do so on his own after arriving. He does so and is able to see a year into the future, then four and so on. His abilities work again, but then he hears something strange.

A radio report of a man lifting a car into the air. The first appearance of Superman on April 13th, 1938. Suddenly, it was gone, the crowds of people were gone as if they never existed. He follows the path where Superman existed in 1938 and finds the Justice Society, having formed and waiting for Superman to answer their summons. Jay Garrick “Flash”, “Green Lantern” Alan Scott, Hawkman, Doctor Fate and others, waiting for the Man of Steel to join their ranks and suddenly, they too have never heard of him.

Manhattan follows the many arrivals of Superman, from 1956, to 1986 and sees his arrival change again and again, noting the many deaths of Ma and Pa Kent and how this “Universe” seems to use Superman as a focal point, even going to a thousand years from now when Superman was briefly part of the Legion of Superheroes. So to test how things revolve around Superman, he changes the past by moving the Lantern away from Alan Scott, killing him, and drastically changes the future, creating the New 52 Timeline.

Everything is recontextualized as Manhattan sees that this action changes this universe and that it’s constant state of flux affects the wider multiverse. From the parallel worlds, to the anti-matter, to the Dark Multiverse, Earth Prime is a “Metaverse” in his words. The others change to match whatever is going on in the Prime World and once it realizes what he’s done, it begins to fight back. Manhattan sees Wally West trying to fight his way back to the Universe. This one action causes a chain reaction that will lead to his inevitable confrontation with Superman where Superman either kills him or he kills the Metaverse.

Cutting back to 1954, Manhattan is at Carver Colman’s home on the night that he’s murdered. He doesn’t do anything to stop it.

There’s a saying that “the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.” In the Watchmen Universe, Doctor Manhattan was allowed to do or not do as he pleased because that world was a little bit more grounded or at worst cynical. Though, one might say that because he refused or didn’t care to use his power at a larger scale, Ozymandias’ “evil” won. Though Ozymandias thought what he did was the right thing, this series proved it it be disastrous in the wake of Rorschach’s journal being published, but initially Veidt’s plan did succeed. Doctor Manhattan escaping to the DC Universe put him into direct conflict with the Metaverse and its Hope. Its innate desire to have the good triumph over evil won’t let Doctor Manhattan get away with inaction and in his words, “To this universe of hope… I have become the villain.”

Words can’t describe how hype I was for this. With each and every issue, a new layer is added and brings us closer and closer to the epic conclusion that only Geoff Johns and Gary Frank can realize. I also love how they’ve expanded on the importance of Earth Prime, seeing as how it has indeed gone through many changes. It’s good to finally have an explanation that implies that even through the many reboots and retcons that if DC wanted to, they could tap into those timelines as main universes at any time. Everyone’s favorite time period matters or will matter again soon.

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"One last adventure together…"

Runner Up: Batman: Last Knight on Earth #1 - Scott Snyder, Greg Capullo, Jonathan Glapion, FCO Plascencia and Tom Napolitano

Joker's words to describe his and Batman's last run together in the hell that is the world after some unexplained event killed numerous heroes, villains and just about anything else. It also describes what MAY be the last time we see Scott Snyder and Greg Capullo do a big Batman story together and I already feel like we're in for a BIG one.

After a curious case of large scale chalk drawings,  showing a dead Batman, leads the Dark Knight to the Crime Alley he inadvertently sets off a trap laid by an unknown assailant using the decomposing body of a ten year old child. He later wakes up in Arkham Asylum, apparently having been there since KILLING HIS FAMILY in Crime Alley all those years ago. Capullo does a great job of setting atmosphere and making things unsettling as even a small fly buzzing around and "Dr. Redd Hudd" looming over a straight jacketed Bruce Wayne looks creepy.

Arkham appears to be just a regular Asylum with Alfred showing up and trying to convince Bruce that Batman was all in his head, showing him a mock costume they made to keep him calm with a cowl stitched to a straight jacket. Bruce sees through it all and fights his way through Arkham until Alfred reveals the truth. He only wanted to keep his boy safe because half of Gotham was just gone. Years had passed and Batman has no idea what happened.

He later wakes up in a desert and coincidentally finds the head of The Joker. He wakes and immediately begins cracking jokes as Batman takes him and they begin to walk to Coast City. I don't know how much of this is real and that adds to the mystique of the story. We're never given an explanation as to how he got there from Arkham or how Joker is surviving.

They arrive at Coast City and the decayed corpse of Mogo looms over a giant crater and ruins. Joker says that all of the Lanterns fell and rings are just there for the taking. Suddenly the duo are attacked by projections of babies before being saved by Vixen and Poison Ivy. Ivy then knocks Bruce out just in case and he wakes up surrounded by the new Amazons; Vixen, Donna Troy, Poison Ivy, Supergirl and Wonder Woman.

Wonder Woman explains that one day, Luthor just… convinced most that they should just take what they deserve. He told them that goodness was a lie and they just ate it up. It echoed the future that Luthor saw back in Justice League/Legion of Doom #5, but given that this is a Black Label book, one wouldn't be wrong if they didn't want to think of this as the explanation of that timeline because they're not in the same canon.

Wonder Woman also tells Batman that the one wielding the Anti-Life Equation may be one of the Boys and pleads with him to join the Amazons in Hades.

But Batman is Batman and he decides that he's going to put a stop to this.

Last Knight on Earth reads like an alternative ending for Scott Snyder's Justice League epic. Even though that story is far from over, not even close, there's this unsettling feeling that, if Scott didn't have to have the heroes win in the end, this should be the absolute endgame. A world, no UNIVERSE possibly, under siege by someone wielding the Anti-Life Equation, hope dead and dying and the ever creeping feeling of dread knowing that somehow life and death have lost enough meaning that Joker as a decapitated head still lives… this story is terrifying.

Honestly, this might be some of Capullos best art to date. With Glapion and Plascencia's help, this book feels so atmospheric and dark. Glapion accentuates Capullos lines and shading well with dark-dark inks, making Batman appear to be shrouded in it even in the sun. It's haunting, especially in the Arkham scenes where things are absolutely not as they seem and dark secrets hide behind and within the walls. Plascencia, on the other hand, can make even light and vibrant colors threatening. The red sand on Jokers jar is intense  and the Green Lantern babies are deadly. Hell, Coast City, Hall Jordan's crown jewel, looks unbelievably desolate, colored like a wasteland. Capullo pulls all of this together with as much detail as he possibly can and his work shows.

Faces are expressive, from Batmans fear, to Alfreds regret to Jokers madness. Body language is utilized greatly as Batman fights like a caged animal. He's taken aback by Jokers head, but still finds his resolve. Wonder Woman is still fierce, but even her edge has dulled with the sheer lack of hope that running away and going underground has given her.

This story is terrifying and I absolutely love it. From the creepy visuals of Capullos art, to the expression of thought because of the mature liberties Black Label books can take, it's all beautiful. This one is absolutely going to match my love for Batman: Damned and every one should go and read this. High recommend!

[davidmann95]

Thoughts on Calvin Ellis?

Calvin Ellis is fascinating, because while I’ve said before that Superman having “the American Way” tacked on after the fact to his list of virtues doesn’t really work when creators are on a number of fronts hard-pressed to center his stories around that in the same way as Captain America, this Superman is built explicitly to reckon with that. He’s built in the idealized image of an incoming President at a moment of transformative change, only to stick around for that President in question to become more visible as a human with massive successes and horrible flaws, and then not be President at all. He’s Superman Plus, Superman ascendant and triumphant, the guy whose civilian identity works to make things better across the world while also President of an organization that defends the multiverse when wearing the cape. At the same time, he’s a Superman who lies to the American people on a scale Clark Kent never remotely approaches, a Superman who literally automates the business of representing and making decisions on behalf of the American people via Brainiac when he’s busy, a Superman who has to make decisions that will determine who lives and who dies. He’s a figure with different priorities and principles than Clark Kent even as his triumph over Superdoomsday clearly marks him as a ‘true’ Superman, and there’s diamond in that coal just waiting to be squeezed out. I’ve never been able to track down the quote, but I’m certain I once read Morrison mention that if he ever did any long-form Superman work again after Action Comics it was going to be with this guy, and that’s something I’d be fascinated by.

With all that said, something special under the cut!

So when Multiversity was still coming out…wow, four years ago, a few friends and I were really into Morrison’s proposition that these books could continue as ongoings, so we thought we’d come up with solicits for the individual titles, that I imagined would themselves ultimately come back together into another big event. We never finished them, but I did complete solicits for a year of President Superman adventures. Reproduced entirely unchanged from when I wrote them at 19 below, I also left in the commentary I tacked on to them.

PRESIDENT SUPERMAN #1

·        In thisoversized opening issue, 3 fantastic features!

·        First, TheOrigin of Superman! See how an orphan of the stars became Earth’s greatest hero,as both Superman, and United States President Calvin Ellis!

·        Bearwitness to the secrets of Fort Superman! From the Gates to the Underworld,where dwell the specters of Krypton’s greatest criminals, to First Dog Vathlo’sDen, to the varieties of Kryptonite–ranging from mind-bending Sapphire todeadly Emerald–all the secrets are revealed!

·        And in thedepths of the distant future, locked in battle with the Time Trapper, the 31stcenturies’ Super-Hero Squad look back on the formation of the mighty JusticeLeague International, and its greatest conflicts, crises and triumphs, for theclue to how to save their own history!

PRESIDENT SUPERMAN #2

·        America’sgreatest threat is at hand, and with a heavy heart President Ellis must rallythe nation against…Superman?!

·        How has itcome to this? It’s the Son of Krypton versus the military might of the USA!

·        Could theWhite House Science Fair hold the key to it all?

PRESIDENT SUPERMAN #3

·        CalvinEllis returns to his old hometown of Smallville to personally congratulate oldfriend of the family Professor Phineas Potter on his newly developed energysource, in order to raise national awareness of its possibilities.

·        But whenthe Professor is missing and his assistant lies dead, it’s up to the Man ofDiamond to solve the crime, the roots of which may stretch into Superman’s ownyouth!

PRESIDENT SUPERMAN #4

·        Beforetaking his oath of office, Calvin Ellis first made his name defending theinnocent and the helpless as a lawyer in Metropolis.

·        He’ll haveto put his legal expertise to the test when the Har-ZǶl abduct him to try anddefend their own commander-in-chief at his trial, when not a single individualon their planet is willing to do so!

·        If hedoesn’t find a way to exonerate their leader in spite of the mass of evidence,then by the laws of the Har-ZǶl the defender of the guilty must share theirfate! As time and hope run out, will Superman compromise his principles, evento save his own life?

PRESIDENT SUPERMAN #5

·        A bountyhas been placed on President Ellis’ head, and the supervillains of the worldare eager to claim the prize!

·        Even if hesurvives the attacks, how will Superman keep his other identity concealed inthe face of increasingly impossible escapes from doom?

·        He may havebigger things to worry about when Metallo enters the Kill-Race!

PRESIDENT SUPERMAN #6

·        After yearsof the U.N. attempting outreach, the Anti-World Htrea sends out an ambassadorto Earth—their greatest champion, Bizarro.

·        But inspite of Superman’s best efforts, the communication gap is left unbridged, andwar is at hand.

·        CanSuperman save two worlds when both regard him as a traitor? Even if he does,there may be no way to salvage the situation.

PRESIDENT SUPERMAN #7

·        Operatingin secret from the bowels of Fort Superman, Brainiac intends to utilize itsplanet-wide neural network to seize control of the entirety of human society!

·        Supermanmust battle against his own security systems in order to reprogram hisonce-faithful ally!

·        But whenBrainiac states it is merely acting to better the world as its master has, doesCal truly have a defense?

·        As Brainiacis offline, it’s up to Courtney to cover for the President in his absence!

PRESIDENT SUPERMAN #8

·        Seekingadvice in the wake of Brainiac’s attack, Superman journeys into the Multiverse!

·        OnEarth-30, Kalel meets that worlds own President Superman, ruler of aplanet-wide U.S.S.R.!

·        Looking outonto an Earth perfected by Kal-L, what conclusions might Superman come toregarding his own role?

PRESIDENT SUPERMAN #9

·        Underorders from the Guardians of Oa, Green Lantern John Stewart seizes control ofQurac!

·        Theirsuperhuman weapons program declared an unconscionable risk to Earth’sburgeoning meta population, Stewart is tasked with dismantling the nation andestablishing a new government to the Guardian’s specifications, even if itbrings him into conflict with his fellow J.L.I. members!

·        As the restof the team prepares for battle, Superman must wonder: is this wrong? And evenif so, can he challenge the authority of the Guardians of the Universe?

PRESIDENT SUPERMAN #10

·        In the wakeof GL’s occupation, Qurac’s former state-sponsored super team Onslaughtterrorizes the nation in the name of its absentee leaders, while theprovisional government accuses the U.S. as culpable for the actions of itscitizen.

·        With afull-fledged war a possibility, President Ellis wonders if Superman can weighin in the public eye.

·        He may haveto, if he’s to counter the pernicious influence of lobbyist and arms industrydarling Steven Flashman!

PRESIDENT SUPERMAN #11

·        Warbeckons.

·        Long ago,Superman swore never to take a life.

·        Must CalvinEllis break that vow in the face of his oath to serve as Commander-In-Chief,for what may be an unjust conflict?

PRESIDENT SUPERMAN #12

·        “Mybeautiful children…I’m sorry. Sorry for the compromises, the mistakes, the arrogance. So sorry for this world you have inheritedfrom me. You deserved better. All I have left to give is the truth.”

·        Somewhereamidst the ruined landscape of lost America, tarnished forever when the truthof its last President was revealed, the last hope for the future is dying.

·        Even if thefinal commanders of the Super-Society somehow manage to repeal time itself, canCal remain in his station, knowing what his mere presence may bring down on hisbeloved adopted world? Must Superman die to save the Earth? Or Calvin Ellis?

·        From thedepths of time…might the Super-Hero Squad offer another option?

Commentary

1: I figured if this was real, anorigin issue would be necessary, as Cal’s only shown up before a very smallhandful of times. Aside from the most obvious references (the only really evenslightly ‘off’ thing is the changes for the classification of Kryptonite), theSuper-Hero Squad are indeed E-23’s Legion. I figured by the 31stcentury the full extent of Superman’s role in the 21st is publicknowledge, and that the team that assembled in honor of him might be a touchmore regimented and formalized, hence the slightly more militaristic title. TheJLI has no connection to the bwa-ha-ha team, the title’s simply a reflection ofthe more multicultural makeup of the group here.

2: The culprit here is RubyKryptonite (Kalel’s equivalent to Red). I initially thought of having a newnecklace from Courtney be the source, but reconsidered having her one majorrole be as a source for jewelry and causer of problems—I think I gave her abetter role in issue 7, though if this were to continue on I’d try and give hermore to work with. So I recalibrated for the Science Fair, recalling an oldstory where some child amateur geologist shows Superman his mineral collection,including a Red K sample that causes problems. Really, this all just springsfrom the whole “Crazy Superman versus his sane, human other identity” conflicthaving much higher stakes here.

3: Based off the base of an ideafor Superman I’ve had for awhile of “Clark solves a murder in Smallville overthe course of several phases of his career”, tinkered with to fit here.

4: He didn’t just materialize inthe Oval Office one day. It’s certainly far from uncommon for politicians tocome from a career in law, something I could see Superman pursuing. I figuredthis would be a decent way of fitting that background into a story as a fittingcentral element. For the record, Superman doesn’t compromise his ethics, butthe punishments the Har-ZǶl turn out to be ridiculously lenient by ourstandards.

5: Like issue #2, a classic setup(Superman has to protect Clark), inherently ramped up.

6: The intermediary between theclassically influenced first half, and things getting quite dark indeed in thesecond.

7: As will be shown after I dofurther solicits, I’ve intended 7 and 8 to be significant issues in eachseries. 7 is both the ‘middle’ post-Multiversity issue for everything exceptPresident Superman, and a recurring digit of significance in Morrison’s work,so I’m trying to structure things to have the 7th issue be one ofsignificance in each series. Here, we see the start of Superman’s questioningof his role that defines the second half of my ‘run’.

8: Issue #8, meanwhile, is thecentral number of the Multiverse in Morrison’s conception of it, so each #8 inthese will be a Multiverse tale. I wanted to use Earths we’ve seen beforepresented in different contexts, and here we’ve got the universe of Red Son,with a Superman who has embraced his status as a ruler to the arguable publicgood, to contrast with the pushing-it but still mostly noninterventionistEllis.

9: Plunging into the big final arc,one I wanted to question some of the basic assumptions of Superman’s role inthe world, and of how Cal would have to work in particular. Here the big thingis that even though Superman has always refrained from using his powers on theworld stage, it’s always been an implicit concession that if he doesn’t, no oneelse will either. GL, working under the conniving and pragmatic Guardians andbeing on a cosmic level that they declare to be above any given planetsauthority, seemed a prime candidate for breaking that rule who couldn’t just bebrought down immediately.

10: Again, classic setup—willSuperman try to tell the public what he thinks they should do—shaken up by hisdirect role in the proceedings on both sides of the issue here. And yes, thatis “Funky”. He’ll be popping up again.

11: One of my first thoughts aboutSuperman as President is that, in that role, he is inevitably going to orderthe implementations of decisions that will end human lives, directlycontradicting the moral code it’s made clear he has in Action Comics #9. Hencehim working overtime to try and ensure peace. Here’s him faced with maybehaving no other option. Perhaps he intervenes covertly as Superman to preventcasualties, one interference that normally wouldn’t be abided on the part ofone identity to counteract the necessary actions of another? Even that’s adegree of deception in theory unbecoming of the Superman role. No matter what,there’s going to be a degree of moral compromise not present on the part of theclassic Superman. I figure it’s here Cal’s established as the utilitarian toClark’s socialist (relatively speaking).

12: Maybe my first thought of aPresident Superman book was of Calvin leaving a letter for his children in anation wrecked by the revelation of his double life. 50 to a hundred or soyears in the future, America’s place on the world stage has been decimated, theone meaningful seat of power being the collective of the Super-Society, agrouping of Calvin’s descendants, those of his worlds own Supergirl, and thoseof one or two Phantom Zone Prisoners having filled their sentences andgenuinely trying to repent such as Quex-Ul and Dev-Em. Eventually they manageto alter the timeline, with the Super-Hero Squad emerging from deep history totry and convince Cal to carry on. Obviously he does, as in theory this comiccontinues onwards (presumably at least on E-36 and E-41, since we know Cal’sadventures are published there), but the end of this issue itself leaves thingsup in the air regarding his final decision.

[hangjie]

hot damn, babygirl. [ richie tozier ]

summary: reader is beverly’s best friend and when they meet the losers at the convinence store, richie swoons at the reader.

warnings: watch yo profanity, female nature, creepy mr. keene, and dirty pick up lines

word count: 1815

author’s note: i changed some things and i loveeee writing about finn’s characters and i love finn so much. idk but this imagine sucks HAHAHAHAH sorryyy huhu. requests are open!!

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people say that being a loner, being bullied, and having only one friend is lonely and miserable, but i got used to it because it’s basically my life.

i only have one friend and she’s beverly marsh. being friends with her is great and she’s a really good friend, despite being another target for gretta to humiliate. i don’t mind it actually because i got my best friend at my side and that’s all that matters.

but there was a much more bigger problem than gretta bullying the shit out of me.

i got my period and i’m out of pads.

i groaned out loud and clutched my stomach in pain. i hear a knock on the bathroom door and beverly’s worried voice asking, “(y/n)? are you okay?”.

beverly has been staying at my home for the past days since my parents are out of town working (again) and since her dad … that’s a long story.

“i’m fine, bev. it’s just that the fucking devil bashed me with a fucking bat and i’m bleeding everywhere and i’m damn out of pads.” i hear her chuckle from the other side of the door. “well, if you’re ‘damn out of pads’, then i suggest you hurry your little ass to change into new clothes and go to the drug store.” i groan out loud once again and scream, “fine” before changing into a new pair of jeans.

as me and beverly looked from left to right on the 'women’s necessities’ isle, i debated in my mind whether i should get tampons or pads.

“tampons or pads?” i mumbled to myself mostly. “tampons this time,” beverly says. “especially since you’ve been wearing your ripped jeans lately.” i nod and grab two boxs and hand the other one to beverly because you can never have too many in stock.

we move to pay for the box, but when we move to the other isle, we see gretta with her head down, bidding her dad goodbye.

“shit!” i whisper-shout, shoving beverly into the next isle before gretta could see any of us, but the next isle isn’t any better because there stood three boys who goes to derry who i recognized to be bill denbrough, stan uris, and eddie kaspbrak. we both immediately hide the box of tampons behind our backs in embarrassment.

“y-you guys okay?” bill asks. “we’re fine,” both me and beverly say simultaneously. “what’s wrong with you?” beverly asks. i hear footsteps behind us and the door open and close, indicating that gretta left the store. i sighed in relief and directed my full attention towards the three boys.

“none of your business.”

“there’s a kid outside , look like someone killed him,” eddie says as he cradles a bunch of medical supplies on his arms.

“we need some s-s-s-supplies, but we don’t have enough money.”

i nudge beverly on her side and i smirk mischievously, an idea popping into my head.

“i like your glasses, mr. keene,” beverly says, tilting her head to the side as if she was interested in anything related to him. “you look just like clark kent.” i smile, bringing my hand to my chin. he chuckles and adjusts his glasses. “i don’t know about that.”

“can i try them?” i ask, making mr. keene reluctantly take them off and give them to me. i put them on whilst looking directly at mr. keene. “what do you think?” he leans in on his elbows and sighs. “well how about that, you look just like lois lane.” i giggle, “really?” and he hums in return. i mentally barf in my mouth, knowing that clark kent and lois lane were a couple and not an inch in my body is attracted to him.

i take off the glasses and hand it to beverly. she looks at me, confused, but i motion for her to put it on. she puts it on and mr. keene sighs in awe. “would you look at that? you look just as beautiful as (y/n).” beverly smiles and giggles. “oh really?” she hands them back to me and i turn back to the smiling man who keeps on looking back and forth between me and beverly.

“well, who do you think looks best in your glasses?” i ask. “i couldn’t possibly answer that. you’re both as beautiful-”

before he could finish what he was saying, i 'accidentally’ push back a rack of cigarettes on the counter. beverly scolds me and i roll my eyes at myself for being clumsy.

“oh gosh. i’m so sorry, mr. keene.”

“it’s okay. not to worry, girls.” he puts his glasses back on before bending down to fix the mess. while mr. keene was busy, me and beverly look back at the boys who stumbled and walked out of the store with their supplies. we both smile at them and turned our attention back to mr. keene who was still fixing the rack.

after we got what we needed, i darted to the bathroom in the drug store and quickly changed. after doing so, we walked out of the store and saw bill, who froze at the sight of beverly as we walked towards him. as we reached him, he pulled out a dollar bill (a/n: heheheheheh ;)))) and thanked us. we didn’t take the money and beverly held up her pack of cigarettes, “even steven.”

i turned to the side and see a few boys freaking out and arguing as they huddle over someone. i look closely and see that it was a friend of beverly that she met the other day. i nudge beverly and point to the bunch. “bev, you might want to see this.” she looks over my shoulder and smiles, “ben from soc?”

we approach them and while beverly’s attention was focused on wounded ben hanscom, i was fixated on the boy with glasses and who wore a hawaiian shirt, richie tozier. he stared back at me, frozen with his mouth apart.

“hot damn, babygirl.” he exhales and looks at me from top to bottom. “are you a mirror? cause i see myself inside of you.”

“yeah, it’s me, tozier. don’t cream your pants.” ** (a/n: casually hears steve harrington cheering in the background)** i smirk as he falls silent with a smug look on his face. “well, that won’t be a problem if you’re around, sweet cheeks.”

richie and i never really talked much. we know each other’s existence, were in the same class once or twice and we would see each other at school, but we haven’t said a word to each other. this was the first time we personally meet each other.

i hear beverly say something and i catch ben at the corner of my eye and i shriek, “shit, are you okay?!”

“no, i’m good. i just fell,” ben says, smiling sweetly at beverly.

“yeah, right into henry bowers.”

“shut it, r-r-richie!” bill scolds. “why? it’s the truth.”

“you sure they got 'the right stuff’ to fix you up?” beverly asks, trying to hold back a smile, but fails. ben smiles back at her in return, looking away from her gaze. “you know w-w-w-w-we’ll take care of him.” bill looks away from beverly before saying, “uhm, thanks again, beverly.” i clear my throat and cross my arms whilst raising an eyebrow at him. “y-y-you too, (y/n).”

“no problem, denbrough.” i smile smugly and place my hand on my hip. i hear richie mutter a “thanks, indeed” while he continued to stare at me.

“sure, maybe we’ll see you around.”

“yeah, we were maybe thinking about going to the q-q-q-quarry tomorrow, if you both wanna to come?”

me and beverly smile and nod. “good to know. thanks,” beverly says, pulling my arm and we walked away from the group. before we were out of their sight, i looked back and said, “don’t forgot to put alcohol on that shit,” making eddie face palm and place some alcohol on ben’s wound. ben hissed in pain and i chuckled and winked at richie before walking away.

“nice ass, (y/n)!” richie shouts and i raise my middle finger, not looking back at them. “i can see your fucking boner, tozier! cover that shit!” i laugh and jogged towards a laughing beverly and we walked away.

while me and beverly were making our way back home, she kept looking at me with a smirk on her face. “what?”

“you like richie.”

“no, i don’t! what makes you think that?”

“you flirted with him.”

“because that’s what i do, bev. that’s why gretta calls me a 'slut’, even though i haven’t done anything more than flirting.” i roll my eyes and did quotation marks when i said 'slut’. beverly laughs and shrugs, “whatever you say, (y/n).”

RICHIE’S POV

“nice going, bringing up bowers in front of them,” stan scolds me. “yeah, dude. you heard what beverly did and what (y/n) can do?” eddie says and this seemed to spark up ben’s interest. “what’d she do?”

“more like, who’d she do. for what i hear the list is longer than my wang,” i exclaim, pointing to my dick. “that’s not saying much.” i glare at stan and flip him off. “they’re j-j-just rumors,” bill says, defending beverly.

“anyway, bill had her back in third grade. they kissed in the school play! the reviews said that you can’t fake that kind of passion.” ben looks down in disappointment. “well, what about (y/n)? you seem to be interested in her.”

i scoff and shrug. “i’m not interested in her!” everyone looked at me with an 'are-you-fucking-kidding-me’ look. “you were staring at her the entire time.”

“i wasn’t! plus, she was directly right in front of me. so, no shit that i was looking at her.”

“you drooled, richie.”

“no, i didn’t!” i denied because there is no way that 'trashmouth’ richie tozier is going all soft for (y/n) (y/l/n), even though she’s hot as fuck.

“but anyways, she can beat anyone’s ass in a fight. last year, she beat the shit out of gretta keene behind the school because gretta was pulling some shit on beverly and it pissed her off.”

“s-s-s-sounds like your type of g-g-girl,” bill says and without thinking, i say, “damn right, she’s my type,” making everyone look at me with their eyebrows raised.

"not interested!“

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