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Written in the Stars: Chapter V - You and Him

Chapter Summary: You and Anakin try to make your relationship work. You find a way to be closer to him and you're both the happiest you ever have been. But all good things come to an end. You're separated again. And then, you're kidnapped once again. Will Anakin find you in time? And how will that change your relationship?

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Reader

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Reader, C-3PO, Padmé Amidala, Ahsoka Tano, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Yoda, Mace Windu, Fives, Rex, Jesse, R2-D2

Word Count: 9219

A/N: Inspired by prompt: https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389090692116/ This chapter contains smut. If you don't like this or are underage, you can skip this scene. It starts with: "You take his hand and start walking backwards." and ends with: "When he's done, he falls on you, both of you breathing heavily.". The gif is not mine. Enjoy!

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Anakin leaves the Jedi Temple with relief. He's been waiting forever for the meeting to end. But now he can fulfill your request. And you've asked him to go to an address you've sent him. A person in the apartment is to fill him in. He's intrigued by this request. He hopes it's nothing serious.

The address turns out to be an apartment on a luxurious street. He gets inside the building without a problem and hurries through the corridor. He's almost at the proper door when he sees two familiar faces that cause him to stop dead in his tracks with wide eyes – Lanash and you.

'Fancy meeting you here, General Skywalker,' your maid says with a teasing smile. He barely registers it, though, focused completely on your eyes shining with happiness.

'I could say the same,' he says and chuckles. 'That… is quite a surprise.'

'Good, that was the plan,' you laugh. You can't take your eyes from him either. Lanash rolls hers.

'How about we take it inside?' she suggests and ushers you two into a very grand suite. 'I'll be back later with something to eat for you two.'

The moment she closes the door, Anakin cups your face and kisses you like a starved man. You gasp and quickly respond with the same passion.

'I missed you,' he murmurs and joins your lips again. 'So much.'

'Me too,' you whisper and tangle your hands in his hair. He groans and pulls you closer to himself. Only after a few minutes you pull away for breath.

'You have no idea how happy I am that you're here,' he says, caressing your cheek, and you grin. 'But… why are you here?'

'Senator Berugha has stepped down from his position,' you explain, your good mood disappearing. Skywalker frowns.

'I heard some rumors but I thought they are just that,' he says. You shake your head and lead him to sit on the couch.

'Unfortunately, they're not,' you deny and look to the side, falling silent for a moment. 'His wife is ill. The doctors fear the worst.'

'I'm so sorry,' the Jedi says, stunned. You nod.

'He wants to be by her side until she gets better or… until the end,' you go on. 'He has resigned from his position officially. But my father hasn't accepted it yet.'

'Why not?' Anakin asks.

'Oh, you know,' you say with fake nonchalance. 'He has just so many documents to sign, it simply has to wait. And since he has a tremendous number of free days to take, he's on vacation now. But that means we don't have a representative in the Senate. We can't pick one until my father actually signs the note.'

'Why is he doing that?' Skywalker asks, confused.

'Because my father is an optimist. He believes Lady Berugha will get better. And her husband is the best senator we've had in many years. Picking another one will also take some time. And there's no guarantee he won't get quickly corrupted.'

'But now you have no one in the Senate, like you said.'

'That's why I'm here. According to our laws, until the senator returns from his vacation or a temporary one is appointed in his stead, a member of the royal family can take his place in the Senate, representing our planet and business there.'

Anakin stares at you, stunned. You beam at him.

'But… but you hate the Senate,' he reminds you. You sigh.

'Trust me, I'm not happy I'll have to deal with it,' you say and groan. 'I imagine a lot of headaches in my future. And yes, my family was surprised as well when I volunteered for it. Judging by my father's face when he was telling us about his idea, he was ready to beg me to agree to take on this role.'

'You volunteered?' Skywalker asks, his eyes wide. 'But why?'

You smile and cup his cheek. He leans into your touch.

'Because you're on Coruscant more often than on Luth,' you answer and he freezes. 'That's the real reason. I told my parents that I agree with father's opinion about Senator Berugha and I'll somehow manage to navigate the senators and the Chancellor, just so he could come back.'

'I love you,' Anakin says and leans in for another kiss. You giggle and quickly respond.

'Does that mean that I can come here anytime when I'm free and want to see you?' he asks, grinning.

'Well, unless I'm in the Senate,' you answer and think. 'But you are allowed to barge in and demand my presence, saying there's an emergency. I'll gladly be rescued from these meetings.'

He laughs and shakes his head. He pulls you in for another kiss.

'You have no idea how happy this makes me,' he says. You grin.

'Yeah?' you ask and he nods. 'I had some second thoughts on this. I mean, it's going to be harder to hide our relationship here. And… I wasn't sure if you'd like that I did that. Without consulting you first. But I just wanted to surprise you so much…'

'I love it,' he assures you and silences more of doubts with yet another kiss. When Lanash comes in half an hour later, she finds you cuddling on the couch. You move away at once, tense. She shakes her head.

'You're lucky I'm on your side,' she says. 'You don't hear anyone approaching you. I'm going to be your lookout along with C-3PO and R2-D2.'

'Artoo is on it, too?' you ask, surprised.

'Not yet, but while Threepio promised not to tell anyone, I'm sure he won't be able to be quiet to his best friend,' your maid explains, shrugging. 'But it's fine. He's been shipping you two as well.'

'Shipping…' you start, stunned.

'… us?' Anakin asks, equally stunned.

'If you ask me, I'm sure the Clones are shipping you, too,' Lanash says and winks at you. 'All right, enjoy your meal. I'll warn you if someone comes.'

She turns on her heel and walks away, humming. You and Skywalker look at each other and burst out laughing.

'Sometimes I wonder if she's truly your maid,' he says, shaking your head. 'She's terribly cheeky.'

'Oh, she's a wonderful maid, I wouldn't trade her for a world. 'But yes, she is. That's why we're so close. We've been together since we were kids.'

'She was already your maid, then?' he asks, frowning. You shake your head.

'Her mother was my governess,' you explain. 'Lanash was coming with her, as her father is dead and… neither grandparent approved of that marriage. She was too little to stay at home alone and my parents had no issue with her studying with me.'

'Your parents are really amazing people,' he says quietly. You smile and squeeze his hand.

'Your mother is wonderful as well,' you say and hesitate. 'I was thinking… If you ever want her to come here and visit… just let me know. I'll arrange it.'

In response, Anakin takes your lips with his. You melt into the kiss.

'Mistress Padmé!' C-3PO's voice startles you both. 'What a nice surprise!'

You and Skywalker quickly move to the opposite sides of the couch. You try to make yourself look presentable, as you hear Amidala's voice getting closer.

The door opens slowly to reveal C-3PO. Seeing you two are not going to compromise yourself, he opens it wider and allows smiling senator from Naboo to come in. Her face quickly turns to the look of surprise once she notices who's with you.

'Anakin- I mean, General Skywalker, I didn't expect to meet you here,' she says and forces a smile again. It puzzles you but you smile yourself.

'Looks like news travel fast,' you chuckle. 'I see you also heard about my arrival. And in good moment. Just in time for dinner. Threepio, bring a plate for the Senator as well.'

'Yes, the Senate is already gossiping about it,' your friend says and slowly joins you. 'I came as soon as I heard it. How… did you find out about it, General?'

'I had some business in the area, Senator,' Anakin lies. 'I heard someone talking about arrival of a princess of Luth. I got the details and here I am.'

'We're all friends here, so why are you so formal with each other?' you ask, blinking. Your friends look at each other and then attempt to relax. But fail. It's odd. You will have to dig details about it from Skywalker. Padmé will insist everything is fine.

'So, tell me,' you say, turning to Amidala. 'What can I expect when I enter the Senate tomorrow?'

'Lots of arguing,' your friend sighs. 'The new bill is causing quite an uproar.'

The more she talks, the more your face falls. But whenever you're very grim, you glance at the Jedi. Seeing his discreet smile, raises your spirits at once. Yes. It was a good call to come here. If only to see that smile.

Anakin is still surprised how easily he can get to your suite. No one pays him any attention. And there aren't any rumors. And he's pretty sure he's coming here way too often. For other people's liking. In his opinion not often enough.

'Why, hello there, General Skywalker,' Lanash says after she opens the for him. 'Princess [Y/N] is very grateful you've agreed to come and meet her.'

'I'm happy to assist the Princess with any problem she may have,' the Jedi says seriously. Your maid invites him in and closes the door behind him. She points him to your office.

'I'll bring you two some refreshments later,' she promises and disappears. He quickly hurries to your room. He finds you sitting behind a desk, writing something furiously. He smirks and sneaks out behind you. He feels you jumping when he starts giving you a massage.

'So, for whom is this angry message?' he asks. You smile hearing his voice.

'Anakin,' you say and turn your head to look at him. 'You scared me.'

'You don't mind,' he says cheekily. You laugh.

'Not at all,' you admit, shaking your head, and sigh. 'And answering your question, Chancellor Palpatine is going to receive this.'

He tenses. Chancellor is his friends and your clear resentment for him makes him feel uneasy. He'd love for both of you two get along.

'Let's not talk about it,' you say, knowing it makes him feel uncomfortable.

'No, tell me,' he insists. 'Maybe it's something I can help you with.'

'I don't think so, but thank you,' you say and sigh again. 'He keeps treating me so condescendingly. I can see it in his smile and eyes. He doesn't take me seriously. Every solution to some problem I have, he shuts it down without even considering it. I don't know if it's because I'm a princess or… I don't know. I'm just so tired.'

'Well, I have an idea what can help you take your mind off it and relax,' Skywalker says after a moment. He lets go of your shoulders and turns your chair so you'd face him. You can't even open your mouth to ask a question when his lips are on yours.

'Is it working?' he asks after a moment.

'Yes, so don't stop,' you answer. He chuckles and kisses you again, this time longer. At some point you stand up and he starts walking backward. But before his back can hit the wall, he turns, so you it's your back against the wall instead.

'Tell me what you want,' he whispers.

'I want your lips on my neck,' you murmur. 'And what do you want?'

'Your hands in my hair,' he answers and starts kissing your neck. You sigh and oblige to his request. He groans and becomes rougher.

'Anakin… ah! Oh…' you gasp, your eyes wide. You tug on his hair and his hips buckle against yours.

'I missed you,' he murmurs, gently caressing your hips. 'So much. Every minute without you is torture. I… I need-'

He is interrupted by his communicator going off. You both freeze. He sighs and very reluctantly lets you go. He walks away to answer the call. You hear Obi-Wan's voice.

A moment later Skywalker returns. He looks at you with anguish. Your shoulders slump.

'I have a mission,' he declares. You smile sadly at him and nod. Just at that moment Lanash peeks in. She freezes seeing your expressions.

'I was expecting more kissing, you know,' she says but frowns when none of you responds. 'What happened?'

'I have new orders,' Anakin answers. 'I'm afraid I won't be able to drink that refreshment.'

'Don't worry, it won't go to waste,' she informs him and looks at him with worry. 'Be careful out there, General.'

'I will,' he promises and glances at you. 'And you look after her.'

'Oh, no doubt about that,' she swears. 'I'll leave you alone.'

She walks out of the room. Skywalker turns to you, looking at you with despair. You put your arms around him and you hug.

'Always remember, my heart holds you when my arms cannot,' you say softly. He smiles and presses a kiss to your temple.

'I love you,' he says. 'I'll carry you with my heart wherever I go.'

You smile and this time you're the one to initiate the kiss. You pull away reluctantly.

'Please, be careful,' you beg. 'I can't live without you.'

'I promise I will,' he swears and kisses your knuckles. 'I'll call tonight.'

You nod. He lets you go and turns to leave.

'Anakin!' you call and he looks over his shoulder at you. 'I love you, too. May the Force be with you.'

He smiles at you and nods. A moment later he's gone. When C-3PO comes a moment later with your drink, he finds you sitting by your desk, your face in your hands.

Not long later you're standing on your balcony. You look at the sky and thanks to that you see the moment Skywalker's cruiser goes up. You look at it, sending a prayer to your gods.

On the cruiser, Anakin is standing by a window. He's checked from which side the part of city you're in and tries to find your apartment. He thinks he sees a lonely figure on the balcony. He smiles. His heart tells you that it is you.

'May the Force be with you,' he whispers.

'Did you say something, Master?' Ahsoka asks, walking to him. He shakes his head and walks away from the window.

'Nothing, Snips,' he denies. 'Nothing at all.'

Weeks pass before he returns. He's anxious when they land. They have to make sure everything is fine, give orders about the ship, then go to the Temple, give report to the Council… it will be ages before he's going to see you.

But to his surprise, when he gets off the ship, there you are, standing together with Padmé, Obi-Wan and Master Yoda. You're barely able to stop the grin and the look of love. And he barely resists running to you and taking you in his arms.

'That's quite a welcome comity,' Ahsoka jokes.

'Well, it was quite impressive what you pulled off,' Kenobi says with a smile.

'Are you all right?' Amidala asks, worried.

'There were serious casualties,' Anakin reports grimly. 'But we're not worse for the wear.'

'Impressed with how you dealt with the crisis, the Council is,' Yoda surprises him. 'Proud you can be, Skywalker.'

'Thank you, Master Yoda,' your beloved says, touched. You beam at him, happy he gets the recognition he deserves.

'Oh, you should have seen him out there!' Tano says, excited. 'I've never seen him fight like that. And the way he gave orders…'

She gives you a full reconstruction of the events. Her master is actually embarrassed. He doesn't feel like he did something amazing. Nor something more than usual. But maybe he didn't just realize that. He remembers, though, what was on his mind during that battle. That he must give his best and return to Coruscant. To you.

He looks at you and sees your eyes are already on him. You share a secret smile.

'Anakin, give orders of the repairs,' Obi-Wan says, breaking the spell. 'Then we will drive to the Temple.'

'With us to come, would you like?' Yoda asks you and Padmé, as Skywalker walks to give orders. He strains to hear the answers.

'Yes, I'd like to hear more about the battle,' the Senator answers.

'I'm afraid I have a meeting soon,' you respond to your beloved's dismay. 'I just wanted to welcome our heroes home. Anakin, do come by when you have the time. Maybe I'll get to hear your perspective on the matter. You've been unusually quiet.'

'I just don't think there's anything to brag about,' he says, happy with your suggestion, turning to face you. You smirk.

'Liar,' you say and look at your companions to say your goodbye. Skywalker walks away with a spring in his step, glad he gets to see you later, privately.

He gets there in the end later than he wanted. He knocks on the door and C-3PO lets him in. He finds you in your bedroom, wearing your nightgown already. You're sitting on your bed and reading a book.

'Forgive me, my star,' he says and falls on his knees before you. He presses his head to your stomach and sighs with content. You caress his hair gently.

'It's all right,' you assure him. 'Did the meeting with Council dragged out?'

'No,' he answers after a moment, a bit tense. You frown.

'What happened?' you ask but he doesn't respond. 'Anakin, tell me. Please. You're worrying me.'

'I was with Padmé,' he finally admits reluctantly. Your hand freezes.

'Oh,' it's all you manage to say. 'Well, she did wait for you after the meeting of the Council. But why didn't you-'

He pulls away suddenly, causing you to cut yourself off. He looks at you with guilt. Your heart starts beating faster a beat.

'When we… weren't talking to each other,' he starts slowly, 'there was this time where Padmé was in danger. I was rescuing her. We got into a situation and we… we thought we're not going to make it. She… confessed she has feelings for me… and then we kissed.'

'Oh,' you say again. You look away, not sure what to feel. You're jealous. But you weren't together then. You have no right to be.

'After it was over and the emotions cooled down, I talked with her,' he continues. 'I told her that we can't be together. Jedi Code, blah blah blah… That this kiss was a spur of the moment. And that I… I'm not sure about my feelings for her. That I thought there's something but I changed since that time. She accepted it, of course, but… it's been awkward ever since between us two.'

'Like that time when she showed up when I arrived here,' you remember. He nods.

'She… tried to fix things today,' he explains. 'I hated things being like they were, so I agreed for a talk and a walk. Things are better now, but… I think she still has feelings for me. And hopes I can have for her. If she tries to persuade me again, I'll be clear on my feelings. For her! Not you. She can't know, I know. I just-'

You silence him with a kiss. He sighs and puts his hands on your waist. Just like that his worries melt away. You're truly magical.

'I trust you,' you say after pulling away. 'Always remember that.'

He smiles at you. You sigh and caress his hair again.

'You're taking it much better than I would,' he confesses. 'If I knew someone wants you, I… I wanted to kill that prince for trying to have you. The way he spoke that day… I almost…'

You cup his face. You peck his nose, surprising him.

'I am jealous,' you admit. 'I want to march to Padmé and inform her you're taken. And… maybe… hit her… with something heavy… But that's wrong. Like killing. So, I focus on something else. Like the knowledge you're mine and she can't take you away from me. And no one can take me from you.'

He smiles and stands up, pulling you up with him. He pulls you close and kisses you deep. You sigh and respond.

'Stay with me tonight?' you ask and become nervous. 'No, forget I said that. I didn't mean-'

'Shh…' he silences you with a finger on your lips and chuckles. 'I know. It's too soon. But I want to hold you in my arms all night.'

You smile at him. He goes to take a shower. He's very surprised to find his sleeping robes waiting for him. Turns out, R2-D2, now aware of your relationship, figured out his master is going to stay the night and sneaked into the Temple, gathers some of Anakin's things and passed them to C-3PO. You're blushing terribly when explaining that to him.

'Are we really that obvious?' he asks, shaking his head.

'Not too terribly, otherwise Astrariel would be teasing me about it,' you sigh. 'And I'm pretty sure other Jedi would have something to say.'

'Yeah, that's true,' he murmurs and climbs next to you under the covers. He pulls you to himself. In a moment you feel safe. You close your eyes and sigh, putting your hands on his chest.

'Sleep, my star,' he says, kissing the top of your head. 'I'll be here when you wake up.'

'I'm really happy with that,' you whisper and kiss his chest. 'Goodnight, my love.'

'Goodnight,' he says, 'my universe…'

For the next months, Anakin comes off and back to Coruscant. The returns are always welcomed more, because he can rush to your apartment and have you in his arms again. You love those moments as well, immediately smiling when he walks in. Then, you spend every moment you can together. But all that's good must end eventually.

One day Anakin finds you on the balcony. You're sitting by a small table, drinking tea and staring at the setting sun over the city. Something's troubling you, he can sense it.

'My star?' he asks. You jerk, startled. You look at him and smile.

'Anakin,' you say and extend your hand to him. 'Come.'

He takes your hand and allows you to pull him to you. He sits on a chair opposite to you. He drinks your figure with his eyes. As usual, you look lavishing in your dress, and your posture, so elegant and refined, invites him to kiss you senseless. But the look on your face stops him.

'I have good news and bad news,' you say after a moment of silence.

'I want to hear-' he starts but you put a finger on his lips. He frowns.

'You don't get to choose,' you inform him. 'There's an order, otherwise it won't make sense. So, the good news first. Senator Benthura's wife is getting better. The doctors are sure she's going to make a full recovery.'

'That's great!' Skywalker says, beaming, but then his face falls. 'But that means…'

'That's the bad news,' you say, giving him a sad look. 'He's coming back within a week. I may stay a few days longer to bring him up to speed but after that… I must return to Luth.'

Your beloved looks at you with anguish. He's got used to this. Seeing you when he's here. It's not that often with the Clone Wars demanding his presence, but it was still more often than when you are on a planet he visits once in a while.

'I know I can't keep you here,' he says. 'But it breaks my heart.'

'I feel the same,' you say, reaching for his hand with a pained expression. 'I'm so relieved Hestia is going to be all right, I really am. But it's going to be a torture to seeing you less often. But we… I'm sure we can think of something. And we're going to call each other every night, like we already do when you're away.'

He nods but doesn't look convinced. It hurts you to see him like that. You stand up and sit on his lap. He looks at you with surprise. You lean down and cup his face. You join your lips and he melts into it gladly. You know you're playing a dangerous game. But every kiss with him is worth every consequence.

A few days later it's time for you to leave. You pulled it off for as long as you could, waiting for Anakin to come back from another mission. You spend the afternoon with him, trying not to think about tomorrow.

'Come to my apartments tonight,' you whisper when you're saying goodbye for the evening. He looks at you with surprise but agrees. He's strangely nervous when he knocks on your door a few hours later. Lanash lets him in and he enters your living room.

'You made it,' you say with a smile. He doesn't answer. He stares at your nightgown that is anything but modest. He sees your curves perfectly. He loves it. But he wants to so much to tear it off you.

'Lanash has prepared you a bath,' you say. He goes to the bathroom, his thoughts running. When he leaves the bathtub, you're not where he left you.

'[Y/N]?' he calls.

'In here,' he hears your voice from the bedroom. He gulps and enters it. He stands frozen. The room is lit with candles and you're standing by the window. You turn your head and he can't look away from your eyes.

'I'm going home tomorrow,' you say, slowly walking to him. 'I don't know when we're going to see each other again. I want to become one with you before that happens.'

'[Y/N]…' he says, stunned. 'I don't… We don't have to…'

'Do you want this?' you ask, stopping in front of him. He stares into your eyes, his heart beating like crazy. He gulps.

'Yes,' he whispers. 'I want it so much. But I can't… It's a serious decision and you-'

'I love you,' you interrupt him. 'With my whole body. I want to show you how much. I want to be fully yours and you to be fully mine. I'm ready. I want this. I want us to take this next step. But only if you want the same.'

He answers you by pulling you to himself by your hips harshly and pressing his lips to yours hard. You sigh and respond, putting your hands around his neck. The kiss is hungry, needy, passionate. He knows you two won't be able to stop now.

'Lanash-' he stars.

'Won't come until I call her,' you interrupt him. 'And she is not to let anyone in under any circumstances. Relax. Take me and let me take you.'

'I'm yours,' he whispers, staring at you, transfixed. You take his hand and start walking backwards. You stop when you hit the bed. You let go of Anakin and take off his sleeping robes. Then, you guide his hands to your nightgown. He slowly takes it off and stares at your naked body while you admire his.

'You're beautiful,' he whispers in awe. You chuckle, embarrassed, and touch his chest.

'And you're mesmerizing,' you say and kiss his jaw. 'Come on…'

You climb on the bed and lay down. Slowly, he climbs on top of you. You stare at each other for a moment, nervous and excited. Then, he starts kissing and caressing your body. You gasp and tangle your hands in his hair. You tug and he groans. He goes lower and starts sucking on your nipple. You moan.

'Anakin…' you whisper and start touching his body. You touch each other's body and exchange kisses. At one point he goes down and starts pleasuring your womanhood with his fingers and mouth, while you gently stroke his member. You're both moaning and panting.

Finally, he pulls away. He stares at you with eyes dark with lust. You give him the same look.

'Are you sure?' he asks. You spread your legs.

'Yes,' you declare. He slowly enters you, careful so not to hurt you. You whimper when he pierces your little barrier but after a moment you give him a green light. He starts moving in you, kissing you, gently touching your breasts.

'[Y/N]…' he groans. 'My [Y/N]…'

'Yours…' you pant. 'Only yours. Forever. Please. More.'

He goes faster and harder, but still minding your limits. But the moans you make for him show him you love this. It spurs him on. He wants to please you. To give you pleasure. The same amount you're giving him and you're giving him a lot.

'Are you close?' he asks some time later, his voice strained.

'Yes… you?' you ask. He nods and kisses you hard. He rubs your rosebud and you cry out. You press him closer to you. He groans and goes faster.

'Anakin!' you shout when your reach your peak, your body shaking. Feeling you clenching around him causes him to finish as well.

'[Y/N]!' he cries out, spilling inside you. When he's done, he falls on you, both of you breathing heavily.

'So worth… breaking… the Code,' he pants a moment later. You laugh. He lifts his head and sees your beautiful smile and eyes shining. He falls in love with you all over again.

'Let's just hope no one finds out anyway,' you say.

'Yeah, better not,' he agrees and gently pulls out of you. You shiver, feeling empty and incomplete. Judging by his grimace, he feels the same. He sighs heavily and collapses next to you.

'I'm not sure that was a good idea,' he says, opening his arms for you. You immediately turn and snuggle into him.

'How so?' you ask, worried. He looks at you with love.

'Now I'll just miss you more,' he explains. You smack him on the chest for scaring you like that. He laughs and kisses the top of your head.

'It was amazing,' he says. 'Every second of it. Thank you.'

'I agree,' you whisper and look up at him. 'And thank you as well.'

He can't resist. He leans down and kisses you. You sigh and respond. A long moment passes before you pull away. You stifle back a yawn.

'Sleep,' he says. 'You must be tired after such day.'

'Just a moment longer,' you say, shaking your head. 'I want to have as much time with you as I can. Tomorrow, I leave and… who knows when we'll see each other in person again.'

'I'll do everything I can for it to be soon, my star,' he promises and squeezes your hand. 'I swear. But now you must rest.'

You want to protest more. But in the end, the sleep takes you and your breathing evens out. Anakin stares at you for a moment longer with a soft smile, before he's asleep as well.

Next day, you're saying your goodbyes. You hug Ahsoka and Padmé for a long time, a few Clones as well. Obi-Wan and Jar Jar get a hug. But the last one is the most painful.

'Call me as soon as you land,' Skywalker murmurs into your ear, not wanting to let go of you.

'I will,' you promise and reluctantly pull away. You share one last sad smile and you turn to leave. You bow your head respectfully to Masters Yoda and Windu, who have come to see you off as well. They nod back and you pray they don't feel what you share with your beloved.

'Your Highness,' your personal guard, Clint Hawk, calls. You follow C-3PO and Lanash onto your ship. Onboard, you turn your head and meet Anakin's eyes. You see an anguish in them and you're sure he can see it in yours as well. From the window, you watch him until he's just a little dot. And just like that you're separated again.

One day, Yoda and Mace Windu are strolling through the Temple, discussing their next move in the Clone Wars. Suddenly, they see someone hurrying their way. They're surprised to see it is the King of Luth. When he's closer, they're even more stunned to see his clothes are wrinkled and hair in disarray.

'Your Majesty, unexpected, your visit is,' the Grand Master say. 'But a welcome one. What here brings you, hm?'

'I'm afraid I once again must ask Jedi for help, Master Yoda,' Andrrei says, stopping.

'We promise to do everything we can,' Windu says. 'What ails you, our friend?'

'The Separatists… they have taken my daughter,' the King says, looking at them with despair. The Jedi give him a shocked look.

'In private discuss it, we will,' Yoda decides and the three men go to one of the rooms. They sit on cushions and Andrrei starts his story:

'A week or so ago, my daughters went for a ride and picnic. But the dusk came and they didn't return. I took some men and we followed their trail. We found the horses tied to a tree. Not far was a picnic blanket. There was a mess on it. Like… there was some kind of fight. We started an investigation at once. But no one saw anything and my daughters weren't back.'

'You said one of your daughters was taken,' Windu reminds him.

'That's because a few days later one of the guards have brought Astrariel to the palace,' the King explains. 'She was in disguise, dirty, scared and exhausted, but she was fine. The guard told us she arrived on a cruiser prom from Abelor. After she rested, she told us what happened.'

'Hm… not so long ago a battle not far from Abelor there was,' Yoda says. 'Continue, please.'

'My daughters have been trained in fight,' Andrrei continues. 'Astrariel told us they fought back when the men that came out of nowhere attacked them. But they were quickly overwhelmed and knocked out. They woke up in a cell on a ship. But they're not damsels in distress and the guards didn't consider them a threat. So, they managed to free themselves from the cell. Recognizing the ship from her studies, [Y/N] has managed to lead them to escape pods. The moment Astrariel got inside one, they were discovered. [Y/N] quickly ejected her sister, allowing her to escape. Last thing Astrariel saw, was her older sister engaging in a battle with droids to draw away the attention of the escape pod. The pod landed on Abelor. Astrariel managed to reach the nearest city, got some clothes as a disguise and bought herself a ticked to our planet.'

'And the rest we know,' Mace says. 'The only thing pointing at the Separatists are the droids?'

'Ah, no,' the King denies. 'On their way to the escape pods my daughters overheard the conversation between two droids. They were talking about a soon arrival of… Whorm Loathsom.'

'That is troubling,' Windu admits and thinks. 'Abelor… When were they there?'

'A few days ago,' Andrrei answers. 'We gathered out forces and set after them at once. But after they entered the active warzone… we couldn't follow. I didn't have enough men.'

'Help you, we will,' Yoda promises after a moment.

'If they travel as slowly as you say, they must have a reason for it,' Mace says.

'My guess is they hope someone will engage them and start a battle,' the King says. 'If my daughter was to die on that ship during the attack…'

'The consequences severe, would be,' Yoda agrees. 'Hm… maybe so. Everything you found out, send us. Decide what to do next, we will.'

'Thank you,' Andrrei says, relieved. He says his goodbyes and leaves. Soon after two Jedi receive all information they need and start their own investigation.

'If we are right… Skywalker is the closest to them right now,' Windu says.

'The princess' best hope he is,' Yoda says and calls Anakin. A moment later the Knight's hologram shows up in the room.

'A new mission for you we have,' the Grand Master says before the young Jedi can speak up. 'No need for you there, there is. Someone else your attention requires.'

'Master?' Skywalker asks, frowning.

'Princess [Y/N] of Luth is a hostage of Separatists,' Mace starts. 'We believe the ship she's on is nearby your location. We'll send you everything we know about the situation. Be careful. The ship is travelling suspiciously slowly. We don't know what their real goal is. It may be a trap.'

'Understood, Masters,' Anakin responds. 'I will bring the princess home safely.'

The Jedi send him every information he needs, telling him what they can. During their conversation, Skywalker gives the co-ordinates to Rex. Soon after the holograms disappear from the ship.

Ahsoka and the Clones that are present look with worry at their general. He has his fists and jaw clenched. Tano decides to take a step forward.

'Master?' she asks hesitantly. He turns on his heel.

'Prepare for battle ahead,' he orders, his voice emotionless, and marches out of the room. Others exchange a look.

Outside, Anakin tries hard not to panic. You're in danger. Again. Kidnapped. Again. He can only hope to get to you in time. He can't lose you. He just can't.

He stops. He swears and punches the wall. It doesn't help. But he doesn't hit it again. His face hardens in determination. He will find you. He must.

And he does. An hour or so later they're in the middle of the battle. It was a trap, obviously. But that doesn't stop anyone. Especially not Skywalker, who runs through the ship and slices any droid that stands in his way.

Finally, he turns yet another corner. A person in front of him turns around wildly, pointing a blaster at him. He immediately stops and raises his hands up.

'It's me,' he says, staring into your eyes calmly. You lower the blaster with shaking hands.

'Anakin,' you gasp. 'Oh, thank the gods…'

You drop the blaster and run into his arms. He catches you quickly, though he's surprised by such a public display of affection. But when he feels your body shaking and hears your sobs, he realizes how scared you are and what a relief it must be to see him.

'It's all right,' he murmurs into your ear, holding you close. 'I'm here. We're getting you out of here. You'll be safe in a moment.'

You just sob and cling to him harder. The battle rages on but it doesn't matter to him. Comforting you takes priority. So, he doesn't pull away even when Ahsoka and a few of his troopers show up. He doesn't seem to notice the exchange of a look between them.

'Sir-' Fives starts but Rex silences him with a raised fist. A moment later you pull away. Anakin cups your face gently and takes a good look at you. His heart breaks.

Your hair is in disarray and your face is dirty. There are a few burns on your arms. Your clothes are torn. But more importantly, there's a deep fear in your eyes.

'Can you walk?' he asks softly. You nod and pull away. You grab the dropped blaster and join others.

'Let's get out of here,' you say, somehow managing to keep your voice from shaking. Others nod and lead you out.

'How did you even find yourself on this corridor?' Skywalker asks. You smile.

'When you attacked, a couple of droids were ordered to bring me on the bridge,' you explain. 'Clearly, they haven't heard that I almost escaped with my sister already and underestimated me. The blaster belonged to one of them.'

'Resourceful and clever as always,' Rex chuckles. You send him a grin. But it quickly falters as you encounter more droids.

It seems hours pass before you find yourself on your rescuers ship. The moment you enter the hyperspace, your legs give out and your beloved barely manages to catch you before you hit the floor.

'I'll take her to a medical bay,' Jesse offers.

'I got this,' Skywalker says and picks you up bridal style. He walks away with you and his companions once again exchange a look.

'In moments like this I'm glad I'm not a Jedi,' Fives sighs.

'In moments like this I wonder how the Jedi Council can be so blind,' Rex grunts.

'Because they only seem to be on their best behavior around them,' Ahsoka murmurs, smiling slightly. 'And we're not going to inform them, are we?'

'Absolutely not,' the Clones answer. Tano snorts and heads to give the Jedi Council a report.

In the meantime, Anakin watches how the medic droid checks you over. He's relieved to hear that you've sustained no serious injuries. Once he's alone with you, he allows himself to grab your hand and squeeze it gently.

'I'm sorry I let it happen,' he says quietly, regret and sorrow in his voice. In your sleep, you squeeze his hand back, as if telling him it's not his fault. He smiles and brings your hand to his lips to press a kiss to it.

'Rest, my star,' he murmurs. 'You're safe now.'

You allow Anakin to support you when you come down the ramp. You spot your family immediately. Astrariel and your mother stay together, while your father is a bit closer than them. All of them watch you anxiously.

You let go of Skywalker once you're on your planet. You walk fast to the King and he hugs you tightly. You inhale his scent, feeling finally at home.

'My brave girl,' he murmurs, his voice breaking a bit. 'I'm so proud of you. But I'm sorry you had to go through that. Words cannot express how relieved and glad I am you're safe and sound. My precious little girl.'

'Dad…' you whisper, on the verge of tears. He pulls away and cups your face. He smiles, his eyes shining. You return the smile and close your eyes, bowing your head a bit. Your father mirrors the move and your foreheads touch.

'Go, your mother and sister can't wait to greet you as well,' he says. You nod and take a step back. Then, you walk around him and hurry to Astrariel and the Queen. They don't hold back and cry as they hug you.

Anakin watches the reunion with a smile. But he straightens up when Andrrei walks to him. He starts bowing but the King grabs his arms and smiles.

'General Skywalker, I can't tell you how grateful I am you brought my daughter home,' he says. The Jedi smiles.

'I'm glad I wasn't too late, Your Majesty,' he says.

'As am I,' your father sighs. The men look at you. They see your mother caressing your cheek and urging you inside. You turn your head and your eyes land on your beloved. A minute pass before you turn your head back. Neither of you is aware that the King is watching you closely.

'You must be tired,' he says and turns to the people on the ship. 'Come down, we have prepared food and baths for you!'

The Clones and Ahsoka cheer. They're not sure what excites them more. They rush down and pass their general, eager to properly rest. Only Tano stops and looks at her master.

'Walk with me,' Andrrei says, clapping the older Jedi's shoulder.

'Go ahead, Snips,' Anakin says to his padawan. She shrugs and hurries after her friends, shouting at them to wait for her. Skywalker and the King head the other way. The Jedi hopes whatever it is will be quick, because he hopes for a bath as well.

'How has having a padawan been for you?' your father asks once they reach his chambers.

'It's… definitely a challenge,' the Jedi admits. 'But a rewarding one for sure. Ahsoka is a great Jedi. And helps me in more ways than I have expected.'

'That's good to hear,' the King says and pours them some wine. 'To be honest, I was relieved when I heard you two were given the mission to rescue [Y/N].'

'How so?' Anakin asks, frowning.

'Because I was sure you'd rescue her. No one cares about my daughter the way you do. Outside my family, of course.'

'I… I'm sure that's not true, Your Majesty.'

'No? Are you not her best friend?'

'Y-yes, of course, I am.'

They sip the wine in silence for a moment. Skywalker finds a portrait of a royal family on a wall and smiles softly when he looks at your likeness. The King watches him with a soft smile of his own.

'You're in love with her, aren't you?' he asks. The Jedi looks at him, startled. He quickly starts to deny it but Andrrei silences him with a hand.

'Anakin, I'm not blind,' he chuckles. 'I've watched you two for years. I saw how your friendship blossoms into love. I see the way you look at each other. The look [Y/N] gives you is the same Lyra gives me. And I'm sure the look you give her is the same I give to my wife.'

Skywalker looks down, ashamed. Your father claps his shoulder.

'I am not angry with you and I'm not going to demand that you stop this,' he assures him. The Jedi looks at him with surprise. The King lets him go and walks to the window. He stares at the setting sun.

'In our culture, the most important thing in our life… is love,' he says. 'That's why my daughters and wife protested so much against the marriage with Prince Jordari. Marrying someone you don't love is hard to understand for us. Especially, when your heart already belongs to someone else.'

He gives Anakin a knowing look. The young man looks down bashfully. Andrrei chuckles.

'That's also why [Y/N] couldn't understand why Jedi can't love,' he says. 'She was asking me about it a lot when she was younger. I'm sure she asked you about it, too.'

'Yes, she did,' Skywalker confirms, remembering the conversation you two had about it.

'Love is sacred for us,' your father says. 'Love between two people even more so. So, I can't forbid you to stop seeing my daughter. Even though my common sense tells me you should. I understand the dangers that come with a love for a Jedi. But a broken heart can bring even more. However, there is one thing.'

'Your Majesty?' Anakin asks, worried.

'We love deeply. Unconditionally. When we give our hearts to someone, we don't ever ask back for it. So, I'm afraid that my daughter will never love anyone else. And since she's the heir to the throne of Luth and you are a Jedi… it is troublesome.'

'I… I understand, Your Majesty.'

'… No, I don't think you do. Do you love her?'

'With all my heart. She's… There's no one like her. I know she's the one for me. Only with her I feel free and… as myself. Just seeing her face brings a smile to my face. When I'm not with her, I keep wondering when I'll hear her voice again. Her laugh… is the most beautiful sound in the world.'

The King smiles. He sees in Skywalker's eyes he's telling the truth.

'Then I give you my blessing to ask her to marry you,' he says. The Jedi looks at him with wide eyes. Your father laughs.

'Don't give me that look,' he says. 'Surely, you thought about it if you say she's the one.'

'Yes, but… I didn't think I would marry her soon,' Anakin says, blushing. 'I mean… I want to. I know that. But I don't think she'd agree while I'm in the Jedi Order.'

'Are you planning to leave it?' Andrrei asks, interested.

'I consider it,' Skywalker answers after a pause. 'I'd love if we could be together in the open, her the crown princess and me the Jedi Knight… or Master. That's why I want to be granted the rank of the Master. Maybe I could change things then. But I'm also aware it may fail. But also, that one day [Y/N] is going to become a queen. And as her husband I'd have to take a place beside her as a king.'

'There are still years before that happens hopefully. I am in a very good health after all. But let me tell you something. Being married while sitting on thrones is something completely different than when being simple people. Or even a princess and a Jedi.'

'I know… But we don't need to get married.'

'Do you really think so? People say there's not much difference before and after marriage. Maybe that's true, but for some there is something different. Also, there is something comforting in wearing bands. "This person is mine and I'm theirs. No one can tear us apart, for we are joined, we are one." It's reassuring. Even if other people can't know that's true.'

Anakin thinks hard about it. He's still conflicted. Your father puts a hand on his shoulder with a kind smile.

'Think about it,' he encourages him. 'And talk about it with [Y/N].'

'I'm not sure if she's going to be keen on that idea. She was against a relationship with me at first.'

'I think you will find her more into that idea than you think. She has her mother's spirit. She, too, was against marrying me at first. She didn't want to be a queen at first. But then, I almost died in an ambush. The possibility of losing me made her change her mind.'

Anakin frowns. He looks down, thinking about it.

'Talk with her,' Andrrei encourages him. 'But whatever you two will decide, you have my blessing.'

An hour later Skywalker finds himself knocking on your door. C-3PO opens it.

'Oh, Master Anakin!' he says happily. 'How good it is to see you. We're all very happy you brought Princess [Y/N].'

'No one more than me, Threepio,' the Jedi assures him with a smile and walks in. The droid quickly puts himself on guard, while Skywalker walks into your drawing room. He finds you standing in the threshold of the balcony, staring outside, your arms around yourself.

'Something interesting out there?' he asks, walking to you. He puts his arms around you. His heart skips a beat when he feels you relaxing and leaning into him.

'People want to celebrate my return,' you explain. 'They're so happy I'm back and all right. I think they're considering building you a monument, since you've helped us so many times. Lanash says it's an excellent idea. I think it would just make your ego grow.'

'You're both right,' he responds and you laugh.

'I've heard my father talked with you in private,' you say slowly. 'What did he want?'

'He gave me his blessing to marry you,' he answers after a beat. He expects surprise, maybe a bit of fear. But you don't even budge.

'Ah,' you say instead. 'I wondered if he knows about us. What did you say to him?'

'That I want to marry you,' he answers. 'But I'm not sure if the time is right.'

'Will it ever be?' you ask. He looks at you with surprise. Also, with fear and hope.

'What do you mean?' he asks.

'A week ago, I'd probably say it's not a good decision for now,' you answer.

'But now?' he asks, his heart beating fast. You turn in his arms and face him. Your eyes meet.

'Now I've been kidnapped by Separatists and all I could think about when I would see you again,' you say and cup his cheek. 'I was afraid it would be never. And when I saw you… nothing else mattered. I didn't care who sees us and what they think. I was ready to shout to the world how much I love you.'

He looks at you, stunned. Hopes shines in his eyes.

'Hypothetically, if I were to propose to you… you'd say yes?' he asks. You smile.

'I would,' you confirm and a grin starts forming on his face. 'But you must be aware first that we don't have a thing like engagement. The couple decides they want to get married? They do it in the span of the next few days. And since I'm a princess, our wedding has to be public. Everyone will know. And since your troops and padawan are here… they will have to know as well.'

He frowns, worried. Just then Lanash looks into the room. Obviously, she heard at least the last part.

'Pardon me, but they already suspect there's something between the two of you,' she reveals. You look at her with surprise and fright.

'How do you know?' Anakin asks.

'I heard Rex and Jesse talking about it,' she explains. 'Mind you, they should have kept their voices down. Anyway, they said something about what a cute couple you two are.'

You and Skywalker blush. Your maid must control herself not to giggle.

'So, I think they won't tell anyone,' she says. 'They're loyal to you, General Skywalker. Same as Ahsoka.'

You and your beloved share a look. You smile. He grins and drops on one knee, ignoring Lanash's presence, who quickly calls C-3PO and R2-D2.

'[Y/N] [L/N], Princess of Luth, will you make me the happiest man alive and become my wife?' Anakin asks. You squeeze his hands, beaming.

'Becoming your wife will make me the happiest woman alive,' you say and chuckle. 'Of course, I will marry you.'

He grins and stands up. He takes you in his arms and kisses you passionately. Behind him, your friends cheer.

'Pardon me,' your maid says a moment later, pushing her way next to you. You watch her, puzzled, as she walks onto the balcony. She grabs the railing and leans over it.

'SHE SAID "YES"!' she yells at the top of her lungs. You and your fiancé stare at her, horrified. But then you jump, startled, when you hear cheerful screams. Lanash turns to you.

'Apparently, as your mother has made me aware today, everyone in the capital knew you two have a thing, just no one spoke about it,' she explains. 'After seeing you come down the ramp, holding to him, they were sure you're going to get married, as they all remember why your mother finally said "yes" to your father. So, they're not preparing for a celebration of your return. They're preparing for a celebration of your wedding.'

You and Anakin look at each other, bewildered. He shakes his head.

'Is there anyone who doesn't know?' he asks. R2-D2 beeps.

'Oh, only people here know,' C-3PO translates. 'Apparently, you just control yourself around people you know could break you apart.'

You can't help it and start laughing. Skywalker looks at you, stunned, but then he starts laughing as well. He takes you in his arms and grins. In a few days his dream is about to come true. He'll be your husband and you'll be his wife.

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Obedient Chapter 18

Roman Roy x fem! reader

Summary: Kendall's attempt to recruit the family to join him had desperately failed. Roman and you recover from his insecurity issues.

TW: Logan Roy, parental trauma, verbal abuse, panic attacks

WC: 5.6K

Notes: As soon as I was about to post Tumblr was down!!!

Chapter 18: One Direction Interviews

After the media storm that was Kendall’s stunt against his father, work was a complete nightmare. You had left Roman’s apartment with him to only have to wait in the car for what seemed forever to have the guards clear the pathway for the both of you. The media hounded and shouted with protestors screaming horrific things. You kept your head low, grabbing onto Roman’s forearm in hopes of not getting lost in the crowd. “Fucking psychos…” Roman said to you loud enough for you to hear over all the yelling.

You both escaped the crowd and walked into the building to only see the horrors of the office as people were scrambling. “Fucking Kendall…” Roman was obviously annoyed. The office was trying to keep all its investors in place. It was bad enough that the scandal was getting to them, but a family member speaking against the company, the CEO, and his father made it worse. You sat in Roman’s office, making calls before being interrupted by Gerri. She had her phone in hand, clearly annoyed. “You both have issues. Right now.” She showed us her phone and saw another headline. But the headline read about Roman. You read the title, your heart sinking immediately after.

‘Roman Roy, Waystar CEO son, caught multiple times with young assistant.’

There had been photo after photo of the two of you, mostly from the night before and this morning of the two of you being close and sneaking off to go to Roman’s apartment. You had been named, with your age being prevalent in the story. The article went into detail about apparent sources finding out about the relationship early on along with lies. The lies just went into multiple inappropriate comments Roman had made towards you and a possible pressure to sleep with your boss. And worst of all, “Roman kissed her and got really mad when she rejected him. She felt like she needed to apologize to him by running to his house 2 days later. That’s the earliest I think their relationship started”. You felt sick. The article made it a point to constantly bring up your age difference about you being a broke out of college student, ‘just freshly 22’, as the article stated, and Roman being 36. The article was a complete smear campaign against Roman, essentially painting him off to be some kind of predator. You had no idea how anyone could’ve known this. Who the fuck could’ve gone to the press about this? There was only one person. Jess. You went into panic, standing up and pacing as Roman was still reading what was happening. “This is bad. We need to issue a public statement.” Gerri tried to find the best way to figure out how to stir this into a direction that could’ve been better. This only made the sexual assault scandals worse. Waystar made it a point to denounce the actions and compared it to something of the past, to only see that maybe the CEO’s son is also taking advantage of his power. “Where do you guys wanna go with this?” She asked. You had no idea. Roman just was going to listen to whatever advice the PR team had for the two of you. “I’ll just send in Hugo and Carolina.” She mumbled before texting them to come in. They rushed in and sat on the couch that was in Roman’s office. This was probably the most anyone has ever even gone into his office.

Hugo sat you both down, your leg bouncing up and down nervously as Roman was oddly calm about it. He was only nervous about one thing, and it was his father. He knew Logan would be pissed about the article. But they didn’t have the heart to tell him yet. Not for a bit anyway.

“Okay, well I’m going to be completely honest with the two of you, this is bad. Especially now. This is the worst case scenario right now admit the scandal.” Carolina started as she scrolled past her notes. Hugo had already made a call to every major interviewer who didn’t belong to ATN. It would only raise suspicion if you, a member of the company, spoke to the company's news network. “Janice Reeds is coming in half an hour. We need to prep now.” Hugo announced.

“Wait- wait, what’s the move though? Gerri-“ You looked at her for help, but she shrugged. “Sorry- we only can make this public.” Hugo responded. “No, that’s smart. It’s the only option we have. I mean- these pictures date back pretty far.” Gerri shrugged. It was honestly the only thing you both could do. Roman’s hand covered his mouth, deep in thought as he stared at everyone. “So, you’re gonna have to talk to her and just make up some story about how you both got together. Just make this as fairy tale as you can.” Carolina chimed in. You glanced over at Roman, concerned about your life now being turned upside down. You never expected people to ever know who you were. Now everyone knows your name, age, where you work, and the person you’ve been practically seeing for months now. Worst of all, they know it was your boss. “How did it start?” Hugo asked. “Exactly like the article, except cut out all the rapey part.” Roman finally spoke up. He rubbed his forehead, looking at you apologetically, his eyes growing softer whenever he looked your way.

“Okay- well, that’s not good enough. We need to make this like it was her decision.” Carolina cut it off. Roman felt a sinking feeling of guilt of this ending up biting you so harshly. You nodded, trying to think of how you could make this sound good enough.

“Well- we could add some details to the account. Whoever it is, they know. They’ll know some details. Who have you both told?” Gerri asked you both.

You looked at Roman, wondering who he told. You knew he told Gerri, but it made you wonder who else he might’ve told. He had too big of a mouth.

“Oh, fuck off.” Roman responded to your fearful gaze. “I only told Gerri.”

“Are you sure though?” You tried to remind him. You needed him to remember.

“I don’t have fucking memory loss.” His tone grew even more annoyed with your responses. You sighed in relief.

“I told Jess, but that’s only because she caught us.” You defended yourself.

“You both have not been very discreet about it. Trust us.” Carolina annoyed having to deal with one more scandal along with the shit storm of the Cruises scandal. This scandal only put more gas onto the fire than it was already. They tried to cover it as a few bad people in the past, but now it was the CEO’s son taking advantage of his power.

Not only that, but the age gap made it weirder for people on the outside. People tweeted things about it being predatory and borderline pedophilic, bringing Roman’s past relationships into it. One of the tweets read ‘reminder of how fucking creepy this is: he just entered high school when she was born’, while putting up young photos of Roman next to a picture of an ultrasound. Another one made it seem like he picked you out of a daycare center. Sure, they were funny, but not when thrown at your expense.

“How long have you all known?” You nearly yelled.

“I knew back in Dundee.” Hugo, softer with his tone, worried to offend you.

“It took you that long? I’ve known since Argestest.” Carolina shrugged. You pressed your head into your hands, completely stressed out. “You both were practically dry fucking the entire time.”

“Okay- fuck. So, what the fuck do we say?” You asked them, begging them to switch the topic.

“So, how did it actually start?” Gerri helped you out. “Okay, well after the dinner at the Pierce’s, we were hanging out and Roman kissed me. I reciprocated feelings and then I told him it was a bad idea. So, we weren’t on speaking terms… And then I went out, got drunk then went to Roman’s place at night and kissed him.” You tried to recall without getting too in-depth with everything, just trying to give enough to give them a story.

“Which I rejected, by the way.” Roman tried to chime in. “I put her to bed and got her some whatever she would eat.” He tried to save his reputation as it was being dragged through the mud on social media and all over the traditional media. But he was only preaching to people who didn’t even believe in what the media was saying.

“Yeah- he got me food and nut milk… so we then talked about it and decided to keep it a secret.” You added. Hugo got an idea out of it.

“Okay, so we can keep the small details of that. Add that story about Roman buying your food and whatever the fuck. People will eat that up. Just let’s say you made the move instead. And it started from there. You were there for him and you told him how you felt and then it started. There. Right?” Hugo looked at Carolina for advice. She nodded, trying to think harder if there could be cracks. “Okay- this could work. That could work…” She mumbled.

“She said she’s a block away. Okay, so just stick with the story. Uh- just bring up stupid memories you both have. I don’t know. Make it sound magical or something.” Hugo quickly said, trying to get ready for her appearance to come.

“It’s gonna be okay…” Gerri tried to reassure you before leaving you and Roman alone. Carolina had tagged along with Hugo.

“Are you doing alright?” You asked Roman. You knew this must’ve been just as hard for him as it was for you. He just quietly nodded, biting his bottom lip. “Do you think this is weird?” He wondered. It made him question himself. He was already known by so many people as a weirdo sex freak, but this might’ve proved it to people. “Huh?” Your eyebrows scrunched up, turning your body towards him.

He shrugged, letting out a breath. “Just- this. Whatever the fuck you wanna call this. Do you think it’s weird? Like am I some sex freak pervert?” He was genuinely questioning himself. You shook your head, grabbing his hand in yours. “No- It’s not. I’m literally an adult. They can’t say anything. It’s not like I’m freshly 18.” You tried to reason. Despite the rough patch you both went through; you were still very much in love. You just thought there was a lot of stuff to work on before getting back.

“You did say that last night. That this… was ‘not normal’.” He quoted you. You sighed, pinching your nose bridge. “Fuck- Roman… It isn’t, but it’s not weird. Plus you said fucking worse that night. Reminder.” You tried to defend yourself from Roman. “It’s out there already. Weird or not, this is going public. We have to put our shit aside to make this okay. Okay?” You asked him. “Okay- yeah- sure- fucking whatever…” He mumbled. It wasn’t only you who brought it up. Kendall did too. Along with Shiv. The only one who didn’t make fun of him for it was Connor. But Connor was paying for his clearly young girlfriend to give him a slight bit of attention. He stood up, pacing around. “Be honest. Is it fucking weird? Everyone thinks so. Do you?” He was stressed. He knew this was gonna go one or two ways. Either okay with people will going on his case about the weirdness of this relationship or either terrible and Logan was going to blame him.

“No- I really don’t think so. Listen- you’re a fucking asshole dipshit pervert. But- you don’t like underaged women. You like women of an appropriate age. You may be awful, but you are genuinely the nicest man I’ve ever been with. Ever.” You followed him, looking at him, hoping you convinced him to get out of his own head a little bit. “And despite being so incredibly pissed and annoyed with you, I still love you. Especially after defending me to Ken. I know it wasn’t easy.”

You reminded yourself how kind Roman was. Most people looked over his kindness with all the terribleness he’s done. But you knew he never had bad intentions.

You planted a kiss over his lips and pulled him into a hug. He rested his head on your shoulder, letting his guard down. But you heard a knock, seeing Hugo, Carolina, and a tall brunette woman in her 40s at the very least. “Oh hi, bad time?” She cracked a joke about interrupting an intimate moment with you and Roman. You shook your head no, pulling away from Roman. “No- no. It’s fine.” You tried to ease the awkwardness.

“Good.” She grinned before taking a seat on one of Roman’s chairs.

“Roman. Come on.” Gerri instructed him. “He’s not joining?” You asked, anxiousness kicking in. You did not want to be alone. You were hoping Roman would be there, but it made sense. It would seem like there was pressure. Gerri shook her head no. Roman kissed his hand, blowing you a kiss before leaving, once again hoping to see you smile. You did. You waved bye before they left. You sat down across from the interviewer, hands in your lap and legs crossed in hopes they wouldn’t shake. Anything could be used against you.

“Wow, you guys are very… in love.” She made a comment before pulling out her tape recorder to document every word you said with a notepad to track everything you did that wouldn’t be heard.

“Yeah...” You laughed, trying to keep up the façade. “He’s really great.” She had already hit record. She set the recorder on the table as she had pulled a pen out. “Have you ever done one of these?” She wondered. You shook your no, her writing down that you essentially said no. “Well, it’s easy. I’ll just ask you a few questions and that’s all.” She smiled. It seemed exaggerated. She didn’t care. “I’m pretty sure you read magazine interviews of… oh what was that boy band named… Oh, One direction!” She tried to remind you of your age.

“No, I didn’t. Just other kinds though.” You tried to deviate from your age being a main talking point. “Oh, magazines are probably out of your age range anyways. All about the digital, huh?” She fake laughed. “I just never read up on interviews honestly. Digital or paper…” You responded. She nodded, hoping to be able to get you to confess something juicy for her article. “Well, It’s easy. I’m just gonna ask you a few things. Uh- should we start?” She smiled. You nodded. “When did you first get hired?” “I think about 5 months ago. My best friend works for Kendall, and she said there was a position open for me.” You simply said.

“And what were your opinions of Roman during that? I mean was there anything? Did he make any suggestive comments or?” She tried to insinuate.

“No, he never really did any of that.” You lied. He constantly did. He had always made flirtatious comments your way, but you always took it as a joke since he did with everyone.

“Okay and how was he as a boss before you got together?” She questioned you.

“I mean at first it was just like any assistant position. But as we got to be around more, we became really good friends. We hung out regularly, we talked a lot. We laughed. We just naturally felt very comfortable with each other.” It was true. Once he started being awful, you both had such a strong dynamic. It was like talking to someone you’ve known for years. You both understood the other so well and just bounced off of each other’s personalities so well.

“When did you graduate college? Why an assistant position?”

“I graduated in the Spring. Uh- I just need to make an entry, don’t I? It’s kind of something opened and I knew there was room to move up.” “Did you think you’d get there faster because of Roman’s status?” She was trying to paint not only Roman, but you in a bad light of you being a gold digger using a rich older man for a higher position. “Well- no. I work really hard and I’ve proven to everyone in the company that all my hard work paid off.” You were slightly offended, but this was exactly what you were afraid would happen once people found out about your relationship with Roman.

“That’s fine. So, how did you two even become a thing? I mean we heard, but is it true?”

“No, it’s kind of fabricated. Roman never made a move on me. We just got done having dinner with the Pierce family and we all had been outside, I pulled Roman off and we just wondered a bit. I actually had a bit of a crush on him at that point. So, when we just sat out there and talked it made me really realize how much I genuinely did like him though. I mean if you got to know him, you’d know how genuine and sweet he truly is. I mean seriously. An absolute sweetheart. About a week after we went to his apartment, he specifically went out to get me vegan snacks and milk because he didn’t have any. But anyways, I just realized I had a major crush on him. So when we went back inside I told him.” You smiled, even though it was fabricated, it made you remember why you loved Roman so much. Everyone saw his flaws as a major point of him. But he had so much more than that.

“I mean, it wasn’t like he didn’t have some kind of feelings for me too. But god if you could only see the way he looked at me.” You tried to emphasize it. But some parts of it felt real. Anytime Roman looked at you, it melted you from the inside. He had this kind of admiration in his eyes every time he looked at you. You never could tell what it was he was thinking. Whether if it was love, lust or some kind of weirdo thought that popped into his head. All that you knew was just by looking at him, you were adored. Everything you did and said was met with adoration.

“What kind of look?” She teased. “It was like he was already in love with me. I mean stuff out of movies y’know. So, I just made a move. I just told him I had some kind of feelings for him. And he rejected it at first, but we just both admitted to it.” You continued to feed into this snowball of lies.

“Did the age difference ever occur to the both of you?” She asked.

“No, not really. It just started becoming a thing til people found out. But I never considered it to be a factor. I mean we’re both adults. If I’m smart enough to own a gun or drink or to even, make major life decisions for myself what’s the issue?” You tried to rebuttal her concerns. “Plus, I didn’t just turn 18.” You reminded. “I’m an adult. Not a teenager.”

“But your birthday just passed, correct?” She asked. You nodded, knowing this would be another point to her. “Yeah- but again. I’m not a teenager.”

“Well, what about the source? They said Roman had constantly made jokes at your expense to force some kind of relationship. Who do you think might’ve said that?” She questioned.

You paused to really think about it. There was no one knew really knew how you and Roman first even got together. You couldn’t wrap your head around it. “I honestly have no idea. I don’t know if they’re mad at the company. Or me. Or Roman. But everything they said was completely fabricated. I mean- we really needed the privacy and for someone to use it against us was awful.” You wished this would just end.

“Well how long until you got hired did you and Roman get into a relationship?”

“Maybe 2 months in. I don’t keep track of that sort of stuff. We just kind of did what feels right.” You shrugged. Your eyes darted to see if anyone was there, but not a single person you knew or were comfortable with was there. Just other staff gawking at you to know some kind of drama. It was sickening. You had no support system with you.

“Well, was the family’s knowledge? Or the companies?”

“Well, we didn’t know where it would lead to, but we did tell Gerri, the company's lawyer immediately. But yeah- it’s been really great until now. The whole article about us really shook us a bit. We hadn’t told any family. Only my best friend and Gerri. It’s still a very fresh relationship.” You reminded her. You and Roman hadn’t been with one another for that long for this all to be broadcast. It was something you both wanted to wait out and see. But now it was under a telescope to evaluate.

“How do you think your family would react to the news of you dating a man 14 years older than you?” You froze. You didn’t expect them to ever be brought up. You couldn’t tell her. That was too much of a personal matter for you. You only had to lie.

“I mean- I don’t think they’d mind. If they saw how happy I was, that’s all that matters. Right? Wouldn’t your parents feel the same?” You questioned her instead.

“Well, I just have two more questions before we leave. You were a college student before this, right? At Fordham?” You nodded. “You just left college. That must’ve been some debt huh? Did money ever become an issue? Did the job help that? Did Roman ever increase your pay after you both started your relationship?” She wondered. “Well, I was doing okay at first. I paid off most of my loans. But that’s why I asked Jess for a job. Sorry, Kendall’s assistant, and luckily there was an opening not long after graduating. But no, I never got a raise.”

“And this might be a bit off-topic, but you, as a young and brilliant woman,” She boosted your ego before dropping the question to you. “What do you think of the scandal going around? With the sexual assault and workers being thrown off shit.” She asked you, watching your face intensely to see if she could twist the narrative.

“I think whoever used my story with Roman to feed into the scandal doesn’t actually care about the women or workers. As a woman who has gone through such harsh things like that, it is disgusting to see them use our pain for their own gain. Waystar is doing everything they can to right the wrongs they have done. It had been a very disgusting group of men who unfortunately worked with the family and used it to their own power. But no one currently, of our knowledge, is continuing the behavior.”

“Wow, okay… A lot of powerful words there.” She was astonished that you’d ever bring up your own sexual assault into the mix.

“Well- again as a woman and a past victim of other men, it is really hurtful to see what people are doing to spin this on people who had nothing to do with it. Like me and Roman. If anything, we should be focusing on the men who did it. And that’s what Waystar is doing. We are staying nights to find evidence of our other staff doing this.” “We’re all done. But thank you so much for your insight, dear.” She said in a cheerful tone. It all felt so disgusting and fake. You needed to leave. You thanked her before rushing out. “I think I have all I need.”

She gathered her things before shaking your hand and finally leaving the room. You finally were able to get a breath of fresh air. That was excruciating. Hugo came in with Roman following behind. “That was fucking awful…” You revealed. “Let’s not jump to conclusions yet. Let’s wait and then jump into that.” Hugo tried to reason. He had faith that you wouldn’t ruin it. No one at Waystar was allowed mistakes. Unless they wanted to lose a position here.

“She asked about the Cruises.” You dropped. Hugo’s faith disappeared. He didn’t know how this would end for them if you didn’t say the right things.

“It’s okay. She’s a fucking feminist.” Roman tried to stand up for you. He thought it’d be enough. “Fuckin’ she watches the notebook and shit.” He thought that was all that was required to be called a feminist.

“Rome-…” You mumbled, covering your face with your hands once again. “Listen, once the article drops that’s when we should tell Logan.” Hugo finally dropped the bomb. You nodded, and Roman grew silent. He was nervous. He didn’t want to ruin the relationship with his father that he worked so hard to build over him and you not being careful enough. “It’s going to be alright. Just… we have to play the waiting game.” Hugo reminded the two of you. The article would drop any minute now. Possibly in an hour or two. You both just needed to wait and see. It seemed like days waiting for the article. You had laid down on the couch, your head resting on a throw pillow, your legs bent to not go over Roman. It finally dropped.

‘Interview with y/n y/l/n: Asking about their relationship, her home life, and the Cruises Scandal.’

“What a catchline?” You sarcastically said. You didn’t bother to read it, but everyone did. The intro started as another smear campaign. ‘Roman Roy, potential CEO of the Waystar company and son of the current CEO, amidst the cruises scandal was caught several times with an employee who was 14 years his senior. The recent graduate, Y/n Y/L/N, had been an assistant for 5 months and had agreed to speak to us.’ The interview read as me being nervous at first, but then dived into it could’ve been other factors. Nonetheless, the interview was good. It made Roman look better than before. “This is good. This is perfect. So, who wants to tell him you two are now under the lens?” Hugo congratulated before dropping the news.

“I can do it.” Gerri said. She was acting CEO; it would be better. It would prove to Logan that she was effective at her job. “I need one both to come with me though.” You huffed, knowing this wouldn’t be that great. You reluctantly got up and followed Gerri. “Good luck you two.” Hugo tried to ease the awkwardness. Gerri knocked on Logan's door before heading inside. “Uh Logan, we have a slight issue.” Gerri eased him in, this was the only way she knew how to do it. “Now, it’s been settled. We had it all cleared, but it’s still a slight issue.” “What the fuck is it now? Who fucked up now? Was it Frank? Or fucking Karl this time?” Logan had been stressed out, trying to find a way to keep his investors kept and trying to find a way to save the company. It was like watching the greatest empire in the world completely break down in modern times. It was humiliating.

“Well- I think it’s a good thing to consider that it’s handled now. And there is more positivity than before. Even with the Cruises case.” Gerri tried to ease Logan’s nerves. Your response to the Cruises struck a few women. Painting yourself publicly as a past victim was hitting strong with women. But men used it as a way to paint you even more evil and gross, a victim who is only with an older man because she was fucked up. But women resonated with you, seeing maybe Kendall wasn’t so genuine. Maybe he had been playing them all along like you said.

“What the fuck is it? Go on.” Logan snapped. “The news broke out against y/n and Roman. Tons of photos came out.” Gerri finally put the information out. Logan was confused about why it would affect the company. He had been with multiple assistants. It never seemed to be an issue. He was currently even cheating on Marcia with one of them. “A source said Roman pushed himself on her.”

“It was Kendall, wasn’t it?” Logan theorized. You thought about it for a second before it finally hit you. Jess wouldn’t possibly betray you like this. But Kendall would definitely betray Roman.

“Holy fuck! It was Kendall! Holy fucking shit. It was fucking Kendall!” You shouted. Roman’s eyebrows furrowed your way, wondering how you would ever come to that conclusion. “He’s fucking mad at both of us from last night so he called in. Holy fuck.” You couldn’t stop yourself. Logan's annoyance with you grew, wishing you’d stop. “Alright. Enough with that.” Logan ordered. You obliged, holding in your shock. “Gerri, what happened?” He needed more details. Gerri tried to save you from being berated by Logan, but it didn’t work. “All 'cause these two fucking idiots couldn’t keep it in their fucking pants? Fucking Christ! I’m surrounded by fucking perverts!” He slammed his hands on the table.

“Dad… Come on, you can’t group us in with those…” Roman tried to defend himself, his voice soft and careful.

“Oh? I can’t? Well, who has an article about their perversion? Hm? Me? Kendall? No. It’s my pervert son.” Logan reminded him. He just nodded, deciding it wasn’t worth trying to argue anymore. “Well despite all that… we had someone come and interview y/n, and the response has been good. They asked her about the cruises and a lot of women have sympathized with her response.” Gerri hoped it would die down Logan’s anger a bit. But Logan felt betrayed that he wasn’t told sooner. “If you’re trying to push me out of my own business, it isn’t going to work. Why wasn’t I told before? Huh? Are you trying to fuck me? Hm?” Logan tried to intimidate, but Gerri had known Logan for too long to let it get to her. “Why was I not fucking told?” He started shouting, proving his own point.

“Logan, this is a good step of action. Just look at the responses.” Gerri handed off her phone. Logan put on his glasses, pulling the phone slightly farther away as he stared at the screen. His finger slid down the screen as he read one tweet one by one.

“What would’ve been better is if these idiots didn’t run off together constantly like fucking morons.” He rebutted. He couldn’t let any one of this be a win. He was glad that some women were siding against Kendall now but disappointed any of this had to even come up. “Kid- you did fine. But next time, when you’re fucking your own boss, don’t make it so easy to spot.” He spoke to you. You just kept your own mouth shut and nodded before walking off.

Roman tried to apologize before being sent off with his father. “I wanna fucking rest. This day has been a nightmare…” You sighed. But one more disaster was about to happen. You and Roman decided to leave together, deciding it would be best to take care of one another. You entered the lobby to see a familiar face. Not just one. But two.

“Y/n…” Your mother said. You hadn’t heard your name out of her mouth in years.

A deep seat of panic set in. It felt as if a tsunami had run over you. Your lungs felt as though it was burning. Your heart was racing at the lack of air entering your lungs and your body shut down. Your eyes automatically welded up with tears as one of them suddenly fell, knocking you out of the trance you were in. They looked older. You never thought you’d see them again. Let alone hear their voice again. Your body went into complete shock.

“Nuh-uh. No. Fuck this. Nope. Security!” You began to scream. You gripped Roman’s arm and began to run but were stopped as you felt a familiar grasp on your arm. It wasn’t rough, but it felt excruciating. It felt like it was being crushed. “Ow!” You nearly cried as you crumbled. “Let go of me!” You shouted. Roman stepped in between the three of you, picking your body up.

“Hey- don’t. Security. Get these two fucking nut jobs out! Fucking shit! Who the fuck is watching this building?” He shouted out for help. He helped you out as your parents tried to reach you. But Roman dragged your panicked struck body out. You clung on, hyperventilating.

Once you had gone into the car, you laid your head on his lap. His hand graced your hair as if to tell you he was there for you. “Who were they?” He finally asked.

“Ang-My mom and dad…” You managed to whisper.

Notes: It took 4 seperate times to write this. This chapter was cursed

Chapter 19

#succession #roman roy #succession hbo #roman roy fanfic #hbo succession #succession fanfic #kendall roy #shiv roy #roman roy x reader #roman roy x you #greg hirsch #tom wambsgans #logan roy #siobhan roy

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connectionterminated13 · 5 months ago

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Hey hey hey can I have jessica and Sammy headcanon? Like with their relationship and stuff

Oh yeah definitely because I love them!!

- Jessica's the most physically affectionate in the relationship pre Sammy getting set on fire and nearly dying. After that Sammy is a lot more kissy and huggy and generally physically affectionate because he nearly died and He does not want to waste any of his precious time on earth not hugging his wife

- They tried for years to have a kid to the point where Jessica was half convinced they couldn't and then Charlotte came along and they were both so happy.

- Back at the start of faz Bears entertainment boom because of Sammy There's a lot of unlicensed restaurants just like using the brand Willie Nelly, So Jess and Sammy used to like to get on a plane go to the location and like Visit it make fun of it and then take it down legally.

- Sammy waits like about 2 years before proposing to Jessica. Mostly because of his father's like quick proposal and marriage To his mother not being really well thought out. Sammy vows to himself that he will never ever be his father in any way including his marriage.

- Jessica usually stays up later than Sammy when it's time to design a new animatronic. Generally Sammy is not very good at staying up late and many a night Jessica has spent hours working on new character designs and blabbing about them to Sammy just to find out that he's been asleep for the past 20 minutes.

- Jessica kind of knows about some of the shadeer parts of fazbear entertainment But she knows that that's just part of the company and Sammy make sure it's not actively hurting anyone so it's fine...

-The worst days of Jessica's life were directly after the fire when Sammy was in the hospital. 5-year-old Charlotte was crying and terrified for her Papa and Jessica couldn't even comfort her because she didn't know if Sammy was going to be okay. And even after Sammy got out of the hospital he was on so much painkillers he was basically a foggy mess. He'd like go to sleep in random places and then wake up screaming it was horrible for everyone. Even after all this time Jessica is very very worried about Sammy and Encourages him to take Doctor appointments regularly.

- Pizza simulator was basically just one prolonged panic attack for Sammy. The idea of his father coming back and opening up a pizzeria Close to the pizza plex that Jessica and him were planning to build, And hiring Michael who has been apparently dead for the past 30 years And just letting those metallic freaks roam around His town is horrifying. Every day he's terrified that when he comes back home Jessica and Charlotte won't be there. He only works like 2 times outside of the house after pizza simulator opened. He also lets Charlotte stay home from school, And Biggs Jessica not to go out if she doesn't need to. Jessica doesn't really get it But goes along since you can tell something's really really concerning Sammy.

- I mentioned before that Jessica took Charlie too Pizza simulator when Sammy was out doing some work Since they had basically been cooped up inside all week upon Sammy's begging so Jessica thought it good to get out. I also mentioned the Jessica ran into Michael and they had like a very boring chat about the weather and the fact that Jessica has kids. When Sammy finds out about this he is so scared. He has this whole like kind of sob yelling rant and Jessica eventually just like hugs him and tells him that everything is ok well he's still crying. Like logically Sammy knows that Michael is harmless but.. He's one of them He has the same face as the Spring trap the thing that nearly killed him and took him away from his wife and daughter.

- Early into their relationship Jessica joked a lot about how sexy Sammy would look with the beard and And Sammy had trauma flashbacks about his dad.

- Jessica for a long time really tried to like get to know Henry and like take Charlotte to see him. After all she is Charlotte's Grandpa and her father-in-law. But Jessica doesn't know what it is with that man but she cannot stand to be around him. Every time she's in a room with him she feels like she's going to explode. After every visit and Jessica like shivering in the car From just like the sheer awfulness of being in Henry's presence, Sammy gives her the most annoying I told you so look.

- Sammy is a very compact sleeper and usually sleeps curled up to Jessica.

#I need to talk about Jessica and Sammy Moore #More*#They're the best and I love them #Sammy getting a good healthy relationship is what he deserves even if he is a bit of a prick when it comes to supernatural stuff #Don't tell him about Charlie he would probably have a brain hemorrhage and explode #sammy emily #jessica fnaf #They have a ship name they should....#Sammy x Jessica

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gx-gameon · 6 months ago

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Thing about Aster's adoptive father The D is that he murdered Aster's biological father to get his hands on Destiny Hero - Plasma. He adopted Aster to get suspicion thrown off of him. He's been the reigning champion of the Pro Circuit for 10 years. He also is possessed by the Light of Ruin. The D has a lot of sway in the Pro League and probably worked with Sartorius in order to isolate Jaden to make sure he was an easy target to get rid of later. He probably even passed on the Light of Ruin to other members in the Pro Circuit too, like he did with Sartorius and the lawyer. Once all of The D's actions get exposed (such as also killing people/stealing their souls in underground duels), Aster's reputation might take a hit but he recovers quickly since he was the true victim at the end. It will take longer for Jaden to recover given what the Light of Ruin did in order to end his career before it even started. Heck Jaden taking a year off and traveling the world could be him beating these duelists still under the Light's spell. Makes one wonder if Zigfried might have gotten possessed too.

I am so excited to rewatch season 2 and get a good grasp on The D.

Because he was a huge figure in the pro leagues.

I’m sure Yugi, Atem, Seto, Joey, Mai and the others ran into him many times.

And you’re right he was probably trying to spreading the LOD all over the Pro/Primer leagues.

Meaning he probably tried to corrupt the DM cast at least once. Atem’s shadow magic could probably break them free but the whole group has always been wary ever since. They don’t know it’s The D who is corrupting people but they can see some influence slipping in. They are curving it where they can and beating it out of people where they can’t. But once they discover it it’s a bleeding wound that they can’t find the sources of. They can put pressure on it but they can’t stop it.

Maybe The D/LOD don’t go for the DM cast until Jaden’s 1st year maybe even his second. The D needs to build up power and prestige before tackling the people at the top of the game. He’s also aware they’ve beat the ‘light’ out of people before. Jaden’s 1st/2nd years are when he finally feels ready to go after them.

They are dealing with this while Jaden is dealing with the cult at school.

Maybe once they defeat The D the hope is that the worst is over and they spend some time slowly finding all the other people possessed by the light.

It would be a fun side mission for Jesse and Jaden to help out with during their travels. After all Jaden is LOD’s public enemy number 1 and Jesse is well known in the pro circuit. They would be targets even if they were actively looking for fights.

The idea of Zigfried being a part of the LOD is interesting. I kinda like him just being a petty king but maybe the people around him/under him are infected?

We shall play with this as a watch season 2

#jaden yuki #judai yuki #yugioh gx #dad yugi #aster phoenix #light of destruction

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purplebass · 1 year ago

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Ooh okay CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE GIRL you deserve it! If you're still taking requests, might I ask for a Matthew + Alastair friendship fic of some kind? ❤️

Thanks 💜 I really tried to make it cool and funny and there is also Thomastair at the end. I hope you like it ✨

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Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures

Alastair knew he shouldn’t have asked for Matthew’s help, but he was desperate. As the second anniversary with his beloved Thomas was close, he was out of ideas, something he did not like nor wished on his worst enemy or least favorable acquaintance. Not even on Matthew, decidedly, who he had never once thought as a foe but not as a friend either.

He checked his pocket watch. The clock had just struck seven in the morning, and he was by the gate of the house he and Thomas had been sharing for five months. He knew that he was the one who was early, and not the other one who was late.

The evening before they both were at an event at the Townsends, only because their parents had forced them to attend. Matthew’s mother, the Consul, rendered it imperative to go, and so did Gideon Lightwood, who was not blood related to Alastair in any way, yet had been a more fatherly figure to him in the last two years than his father had ever been. Alastair’s heart warmed at the thought, and although he and Thomas hated the Townsends and found them annoying, he convinced him to go for their father’s sake.

Catherine, whom Alastair concluded was indeed on the list of those he would call boring, spineless and least favorable to become one of his friends, was getting into shadowhunters politics. Charlotte Fairchild was to be her mentor, something she did not enjoy and of which Alastair knew because of his dinners at the Lightwoods. He swore he had never seen Matthew’s mother sigh and shake her head so much during dinner, but he knew her hands were tied.

After Bridgestock was kicked out as Inquisitor of the London Enclave, all the members decided that it was mandatory to mentor the new shadowhunters who wanted to get into their politics. To train them for their role so they would not resort into threatening other members of their society in order to get what they wanted. Charlotte herself proposed it, and Alastair thought it was a good idea. He knew that the woman was disheartened that her older son Bridgestock treated him as a bargain chip, and she didn’t want that to happen again to someone else with good intentions. As much as Alastair despised Charles Fairchild, he could understand his mother’s worries.

The other members of the Enclave, including himself and Thomas, voted in favor of this measure, which ended up being approved. Charlotte, Gideon, Will and Tessa, all offered their help as mentors along with some of the other representatives.

There were two people along with Charles – who wanted to try to get into shadowhunter politics again, much to everyone’s dismay – who wanted to train for shadowhunter roles in London. One of them was the aforementioned boring Catherine Townsend, while the other was a person he had learned to know well during the last few years, Thomas’ cousin Jesse Blackthorn. Catherine expressed her desire to become Consul a few months prior, along with Charles. Meanwhile, Jesse, much to no one’s surprise, wanted to train to become the next head of the London Institute.

Charlotte chose not to mentor her son because it would have looked like nepotism – wasn’t it, though?. She would’ve gladly trained Jesse along with Gideon, but in hindsight, it was more fitting for him to be mentored by Will and Tessa, with whom he already worked everyday. In the end, it was Gideon who got Charles. Thomas patted his father’s shoulder once he knew, and offered him a genuine smile of understanding. Alastair wasn’t sure which of them had it worse, but probably both.

This party was to celebrate Catherine’s first six months of training, and of course, they needed to attend to show that the Consul’s family and acquaintances were supporting. Alastair would have rather stayed home with Thomas, but he had a mission to accomplish, and he knew only Matthew could help him.

He wished to talk to Fairchild directly at the event. It wasn’t like they never talked during events, but it was suspicious. He tried to intercept him when he went to the bathroom at some point, but believed it would be too awkward and stayed rooted to his place, hearing his sister Cordelia drone on the last addition to her and her husband’s house in Curzon Street. He rolled his eyes at that. Who cared about a statue made by a mundane artist when his mind was blank? He needed to find Matthew as soon as possible.

He had no way of tracking him – that would’ve been too much – if not through fire messages. And that also posed to be quite a difficult task. Thomas, who had been incredibly bored by the event, said that he wanted to do something exciting. Thus, even though it wasn’t their night duty to go on patrol, he agreed to go out with him until he had enough. Well, until Thomas, who had been yawning for the whole night, had finally given up on staying outside. If it were for him, he would’ve been in bed two hours prior, and he would’ve asked for Fairchild’s help way earlier. He waited for Thomas to doze off peacefully and sent the message.

Fairchild. I know you must be surprised by this message, and by the hour on which it finds you, you must think I am either drunk or crazy – or both. Fret not with your speculations, as I will cut to the reason why I willed myself with the task of writing to you this late, and this unexpectedly. I found myself consumed by despair. And by shame. But I know that you are the only one who can help me. It’s been two years since I and Thomas started our relationship. The date is upcoming – in three days – but I still can’t find the perfect gift. I wanted to surprise him with something he may like, and I thought that you – nevermind. Perhaps this is uncharacteristically strange coming from me, but you do understand that desperate times call for desperate measures (and desperate requests for help). Feel free to ignore.

Alastair found himself sighing numerous times as he mulled over the words of the message, but he still sent it. To his shock, the Fairchild boy had replied to him.

Carstairs. You’re right, I’m appalled. It was the last thing I expected to happen on this day. Catherine Townsend sucking up to my mother at the dinner didn’t faze me one bit, I know the woman is vile and I – I’m sorry, I was just rambling. I just thought of the perfect place where you can go with Thomas. We can go there by car tomorrow morning, but we need to meet up early. I can’t come before 7am, as I need my beauty sleep. You woke me up, but I’m willing to forgive you just because I care for Thomas’ happiness and I think he will be enthusiastically taken aback by where I thought you could take him.

Alastair confirmed that the time was perfect and he would wait outside his house in Cornwall Gardens. All the while he was hiding in the bathroom, because fire messages made too much noise and he didn’t want Thomas to wake. He wondered about the place he wanted to take him but decided he wanted to be surprised. Matthew didn't reply anymore, and he hoped that they had an agreement. Yet, it was half past seven and he couldn't see a hint of the blonde bohemian, and he started thinking that he had stood him up.

Alastair didn’t even know why he was annoyed by Matthew’s tardiness. Was he late? He just said not before seven, he didn't – He saw the Ford Model A approach and he massaged his temples. Calm down, Alastair. Do not lose your cool, he repeated to himself.

“About time,” Alastair said gruffly, but at least he uncrossed his arms off his chest.

“Good morning to you too, Alastair,” Matthew cheered from behind the wheel. “Bad night?”

Alastair rolled his eyes. In another time, he would have told him to mind his business. But he wasn’t the same person as he was years ago, nor was Matthew. “I could not sleep,” he sighed, remembering all the tossing and turning about last night.

Matthew, who Alastair wasn't surprised to see wore a golden waistcoat and jacket that matched the details of his car, simply shrugged. “Yesterday's event at the Townsends upset your stomach too?”

He felt like rolling his eyes again. “If Catherine ever becomes Consul, I hope I'm not in London anymore,” he scoffed.

“The feeling is mu –” Fairchild stopped abruptly and looked up, and Alastair dreaded that Matthew had seen Thomas through one of the lowest windows of the house.

He turned quickly, relieved that was not the case, and realized what distracted the other from finishing his sentence. “Something is meowing at your feet,” he commented sourly with a frown. Knowing Matthew, it could have been some new customization of his Ford.

“Yes, I haven't forgotten about you, kitties,” Matthew said instead, and he lowered to pick up a box from the floor of his car. “There, there, here we are,” he cooed. He got out of the vehicle and started walking toward the door of Alastair's house.

“What are you doing?” Alastair frowned, glancing at the kitties before Matthew could advance closer and ring the doorbell. There were two of them: one was a tortoiseshell, while the other was a brown tabby. They were probably strays and not older than a few days.

“We are going to the countryside, Alastair. As much as they would keep us company and stop us from tearing each other's hair with their fluffy cuteness, I think they should stay home.”

“In case you forgot, this is my home.”

“And it can be a temporary home for the kitties,” he said excitedly, offering Alastair his megawatt smile, even though he knew it wouldn’t help matters. “In case you forgot, I do have a massive and lovely dog in my home.”

“Since he is lovely, surely, he must love cats,” he asserted.

“Absolutely, he does. But you understand that I can't leave Oscar alone with them,” Matthew tried to plead his case. He looked down at the kittens mournfully, and they meowed at him. “They’re tiny little things and they’re defenseless. They’re the equivalent of a newborn baby,” he argued. “Would you leave a newborn baby alone?”

“That’s beside the point,” Alastair objected, but the meowing of the kittens alone was tugging at his heartstrings and he didn’t want to admit it to Fairchild. “There would still be no one to attend to the kitties.”

Matthew shook his head as he stroked one of the kitties’ heads. “They wouldn't be alone. Thomas is inside, I assume.”

“Where do you think –” Alastair closed his eyes for a moment out of exasperation. “We're losing precious time. Moreover, in case you forgot, Thomas must not know of my encounter with you.”

“You're wasting time by dragging the issue out! Just leave the box in a room and close the door. I'll get them when we get back and I'll see if I can find them a house.”

“What if Thomas finds them?” Alastair wondered. “You do know that this house is his as much as it’s mine –”

“You think too much, Alastair,” he raised his eyebrows disapprovingly. “Just leave them in a room that Thomas doesn’t like, then. That’s it, I resolved the problem for you.”

Alastair wanted to argue with Matthew, but he was right. Again. He was dragging the discussion out and he was concerned that Thomas would wake up soon and he would look for him, even though he left him a note apologizing. He needed to do this quickly. He took the box away from Matthew’s hands and he made a mental note of the house.

He realized that the room Thomas never seemed to enter was Cordelia’s old room. It made sense. Even though Cordelia moved out of the house several years prior, Alastair and Thomas thought that for the moment they wouldn’t turn it into something else. Cordelia (and James) used the room when they stayed there when one of their parties went too far into the night and they didn’t want to walk back home. Lazy, if anyone asked Alastair, but convenient for his immediate scope. He left the box on the other side of her bed, and bolted the door. He then ran out of the house as if it were on fire to meet an excited Matthew already waiting in the driver’s seat.

“You know, it would be ideal to keep conversation while we drive,” Matthew quipped a while after they left London behind. “The road is long.”

Alastair barely glanced at him, his hands gripped the side of his seat tightly. “I have nothing to say,” he retorted, trying not to sound too blunt.

“You didn’t even ask me where we’re going,” Matthew observed, raising an eyebrow at how his traveling companion sat. “You are not going to fall, trust me.”

“What?” he wondered louder than it was appropriate. “Mind the driving, Fairchild. I don’t want to die young and above all, I’d regret perishing in the countryside.”

Matthew replied with a mirthful laugh, and Alastair glared at him this time. “I apologize, I didn’t mean to taunt you, but you make it so easy,” he shrugged. “What did the countryside ever do to you?”

Alastair managed a smile. He remembered another time, another himself. A younger self who was less carefree than he is now. A young boy who could only find solace in going horse riding in Dartmoor and hunting for blackberries. A boy who rejoiced when they moved there for a while, because the pubs and grocery shops were too far from their house, and his father too lazy to look for his poison. A place where he felt they never stayed enough because of said reason. His father’s love for the bottle overshadowed his affection for his family, and that probably quelled the peacefulness of those memories.

“I used to live in the countryside every once in a while,” he confessed to Matthew. The car wasn’t too fast, and he was trying to appreciate the landscape. It distracted him. “At Cirenworth.”

“Oh, in Devon, I see. Cordelia told me about it,” he nodded. Seeing that the other didn’t answer anymore, he continued. “You don’t sound too happy about it, though? Was this place ugly and water leaked from the pipes, your shirts would get drenched and you had to wear a bathsuit your whole stay so that at least, you’d be prepared to get soaked?”

Alastair pinched the bridge of his nose. “You always come up with the most absurd scenarios, Fairchild,” he shook his head. “I am afraid to ruin your fantasy, but no. On the other hand, Devon is an outstanding location and so is Cirenworth. It is immersed in nature and there are many paths that lead to the beach. It is quiet and no one bothers you and you have plenty of space to train in the moor. It was the best place I’ve ever lived.”

“Seems like the perfect place for relaxing,” Matthew assumed, keeping his eyes on the road. They had just passed a sign and he realized they were closer to their location than he thought. “Have you been there recently? To visit your mother and little brother?”

“I’ve been there a few weeks ago,” he confessed. “We had a picnic in the rose garden by the house with Thomas.”

He recalled the memory fondly. His mother and Risa prepared a picnic in the extensive garden at Cirenworth. Zachary had grown so much in the time he hadn’t seen him, and he dedicated most of the time to playing with him in the grass. Thomas had accompanied him, of course. His younger brother grew attached to his partner, and he demanded to sit him on his shoulder because he was the tallest.

Alastair had a mini heart attack every time Thomas helped little Zachary on his shoulders. He was protective (even though he knew Thomas would never let him fall) but he was also quite mushy. This was a feeling that he had discovered in these years of being in love with Thomas and being loved back by him.

“I would love to see that place someday,” Matthew smiled, and even if he was looking ahead of him, Alastair knew that he meant it. In all fairness, he even wondered why his sister had never invited him over.

“What about you, though?” Alastair found himself wondering. “Is there a place like Cirenworth in your life?”

“I had one, when I was a child,” the blond replied uncharacteristically quietly, not meeting his eyes again. Well, he better watch the road. It was barely visible in between the corn crops on either side of them. Alastair hadn’t dared to ask where they were going and now he regretted it. “Fairchild Manor, in Idris. We used to go there on vacation during the summer. I remember thinking that my parents decided to paint the building in a mellow gold hue to honor my birth, but of course, I was deluding myself,” he laughed bitterly. “Aside from this little childhood embarrassment, I felt like we were truly a family when we were there. An ordinary family. My mother would ignore the shadowhunter business as long as we stayed there, and we would play different games in front of a glass of freshly made tea. My father would ditch the experiments and I would push his chair so we could go on long walks together. I even played with that menace that is Charles –” he rolled his eyes, as if he was incredulous. “Those were good times.”

Alastair listened to Matthew’s story carefully, and he was surprised at how similar their happy place seemed to be. The only striking difference, he was sure, were their fathers. He admired Henry Fairchild. He was often criticized for being a man of science, but it was just shadowhunter society closing itself to modernity again, which wasn’t good. If it hadn’t been for him, they wouldn’t have had things like portals. His father, on the other hand… there was nothing to admire, he concluded. He was better off dead.

The conversation veered on other topics like the weather and how nice it seemed to be. Matthew asked what Alastair thought of the recent shadowhunter happenings in London and they discussed that for a while. Their earlier conversation broke the ice, despite the day being far from chilly.

As he descended out of Matthew’s car when they arrived, Alastair found himself sweating in spite of the hat he was wearing and a gentle breeze blowing in their direction. Must be the countryside and its air, he thought. Yet, it was the autumn season, and he realized that he was getting antsy and anxious because he was about to find out what his partner’s close friend had thought for them.

“Please do tell me why, because my curiosity is unending,” Matthew said abruptly as they walked who knew where, as there was literally nobody in the clearing facing them. “You still haven’t asked me where I brought you, Alastair.”

Alastair shrugged, trying not to clench his fists in frustration. “What if I said that I trusted your taste? Would you believe me?”

He snorted in response. “Of course I would,” Matthew smirked. “I know I have impeccable taste.”

“Whatever you say, Fairchild,” he replied sourly.

Matthew stopped, and so did he. Alastair realized that they were almost in the center of the clearing. There were short trees on every side, and small patches of flowers. It seemed like the best place for a picnic and to have a little privacy, but would Matthew drive that far from London – he still didn’t know where they were, but considering the over two hours of travel, he decided they were a little outside of town – to take him to the perfect place to eat on the grass? He wouldn’t know how to get back there again if he did.

The blond glanced at the clock in his pocket and turned to Alastair. “They should be here any minute,” he spoke confidently, offering him a smile.

Alastair wanted to ask him who, when something caught his eye. It was barely midday, but there was a shadow invading the clearing. He knew it couldn’t be a demon – it was broad daylight – but his hand still went on his weapons’ belt, ready to grab his spears to attack. His hand went slack when he noticed the source of the shadow: a big hot air balloon. It wasn’t just a regular hot air balloon. It was also propelled by some kind of magic, he assumed, because of the color of the fire under the rainbow colored tarp.

“You look like you were expecting an ambush,” Matthew observed, glancing at Alastair’s astonished expression. “I know, I was also quite surprised the first time I saw one of these up close. Isn’t it fascinating?”

“What?” Alastair managed to say, his mouth gaped open. “Quite,” he added with a sigh. Damn.

The colorful air balloon descended into the clearing and gracefully landed not far from the two of them. Three people came out of it with happy smiles, along with the warlock, who Alastair didn’t recognize. Matthew walked to the man as soon as the clients left, but he stood there. Immobile until the other took notice that he hadn’t bothered to catch up to him. He gestured for him to come there, and only then, after taking a long breath of encouragement, did Alastair follow, albeit slowly.

“Frank, let me introduce you to Alastair Carstairs,” Matthew told the purple-haired warlock. “He needs to surprise an important person and he thought that your hot air balloon ride would be the best experience that he could have.”

“Sure, welcome, shadowhunter. Anyone of Mr. Fairchild’s friends is a friend of mine,” Frank said. “I don’t usually let shadowhunters ride my balloon,” he chuckled, “but I am willing to help you since you’re a good friend of this handsome fella,” he winked at Matthew, which made Alastair frown. Maybe Matthew knew this warlock personally.

He glanced at his friend. “Well, thank you very much,” he answered with a clipped tone, trying to be cordial. “About that, can I speak to my friend Matthew for a second?”

The warlock shrugged and went towards a small cabin close to the woods that Alastair hadn’t noticed before. Once he was out of earshot, Matthew asked: “I don’t understand what’s wrong. Is it because he’s a warlock? Because –”

“No, absolutely not,” Alastair quickly said. He never had problems with downworlders, and it annoyed him that the other thought that was the issue. “I didn’t realize you were taking me here,” he sighed, “where are we?”

“That’s because you never asked,” Matthew chided, and he had to give it to him. It was the truth. “We are in Hatfield park, in Hertfordshire. Hatfield House is not far from here. It’s where Queen Elizabeth grew up.”

“Good for her,” he snorted. So they were indeed not far from London.

“You don’t sound too excited,” Matthew said. “Is it the place? Is there too much green? Is –”

Alastair couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m afraid of the heights,” he confessed, ready to be ridiculed by Matthew.

“Bloody hell,” he replied with a neutral expression. He seemed to be genuinely understanding. “I didn’t know.”

“You couldn’t have known,” Alastair frowned, gazing away. The warlock sat on a chair and was sunbathing. “If I’d only asked,” he clenched his fists. He was angry at himself. “Guess it can’t be helped now. I’ll have to think about something else before Friday.”

“Don’t be hard too on yourself, Alastair,” Matthew tried to console him, something he didn’t expect. “I can tell Frank that regrettably, you have changed your mind, and you wish to go back to London. Simple as that. Trust me, he’s not going to hold it over your head or curse you.”

“Warlocks can’t curse people,” Alastair remarked, tilting his head in the direction of the man.

“Not the warlocks you know,” he winked with a smile, but Alastair raised his eyebrows. “Fine, fine, you’re right! Must you always be so fussy?”

Alastair shrugged, and Matthew took it as a sign that he wasn’t going to answer and started walking in the opposite direction, where Frank was probably asleep by now. He came back a couple of minutes later saying that the warlock was nonchalant about their decision not to go on with the balloon ride, and to come back if they changed their minds.

Alastair didn’t talk all the way back to Matthew’s car. He was thinking about the hot air balloon, and how Thomas would react if he took him there. He would love it, he told himself. He would absolutely adore it and talk about it non stop for months. He reckoned Thomas mentioned balloons more than once, when they saw a photograph of one in The Star. He always meant to take him on a ride, but he wasn’t sure he could overcome his fear of the heights.

He was still thinking about this when they got back to the car, hands clenched into fists on his lap and his eyes fixated on nowhere precisely. He was thrown back to reality after Matthew groaned, which reminded him that they still hadn’t left. He wondered how much time had he stared into space.

“If you fixed your hair, I think I’m ready to go back to London,” Alastair muttered.

“I have bad news and good news,” Matthew sighed, his hands crossed on the steering wheel. “Which one do you want to know first?”

“Is this a game? Because I don’t think we have time for those, Fairchild. You better start the car or we won’t even get to London in time for dinner.”

“Well, congratulations! I’m afraid that is the piece of bad news I was going to deliver, but you’re good at guessing,” he chuckled, even if there was nothing to laugh about. Alastair raised an eyebrow, and he continued. “The car won’t start.”

“Say that again,” Alastair said, aggravated.

“The car is out of fuel. It won’t start. Look,” he turned the keys into the ignition, but no sound could be heard from the vehicle. Instead of the usual purr of the engine, there was utter silence.

“Out of fuel? Didn’t you get some before leaving?” Alastair tried not to get too agitated.

“I didn’t think I would need more. I thought it would last,” he shook his head in frustration. “Look, I apologize. There’s nothing we can do but wait. I’ve already called for help.”

Alastair scoffed, and crossed his arms on his chest. “Well, whoever you called better come here soon. I can’t lose more time, I’m already running out of time. I shouldn’t have –” but he bit his lip and he didn’t finish. He wasn’t even angry, but he was a little anxious.

“Asked for my help?” Matthew dared to ask. “Kind of odd, I must say, but I thought someday it might have happened,” he clenched his jaw. “And not because I am a connoisseur of the best entertaining experiences Edwardian society has to offer. We both love Thomas, and we both care for him. You want to make him happy, and so do I. Shouldn’t that be the end goal?”

“It should,” he admitted. “And he is. I’m not being cordial towards you just because you’re one of Tom’s best friends,” he said, and Matthew raised an eyebrow. Alastair ignored him. “I do not harbor any animosity towards you because of the car, in case you’re wondering. I’m just angry at myself.”

“Since we’ll be spending a few hours together before help gets here…” he left the sentence hanging. “I have a fine ear that is very willing to listen, in case you need to vent,” Matthew smiled.

Alastair thought about it for a few seconds. He had already shown Matthew his vulnerable side when he desperately asked for help the night before. He also confessed his fear of the heights, which only Thomas knew about. Telling him more wouldn’t be too confidential, would it? It wouldn’t mean they would become friends.

“Do you ever want to,” Alastair began, “make someone happy but you know what’s standing between your happiness and them is you?” He said bitterly. “This hot air balloon idea you had, Fairchild, was thoughtful. Thomas had expressed the desire to go on one casually in conversation, but I never dared to follow because of my little fear.”

Matthew’s mouth gaped open in disbelief, but it was quickly replaced by a warm smile. “I do know that feeling very well, yes,” he gazed up at the sky, as if he was longing to fix that but could not. “To be honest with you, Thomas also expressed the desire in conversation with me as well, when I told him that I knew a warlock that had a balloon business,” he pointed out. “This is why I brought you here in the lively Hertfordshire,” he cocked his head. “And yes, I also had selfish reasons. I wanted to ride the hot air balloon myself, but alas, I also abhor heights,” he scoffed. “I was hoping you’d force me to ride, even just to see my face turn green like the countryside,” he added, and Alastair started chuckling. “You see, acrophobia is not that uncommon! Even dashing men like me have fears.”

Alastair tried to rein his giggles. It was unlike him to laugh so freely in front of people in general, if they weren’t Thomas or his family. But laughing was freeing, and it made him feel better. He should do it more. “I never thought I’d laugh about that with you, but thanks.”

“Well, there is a first time for everything,” Matthew grinned. “And thanks for what? You’ll have to find something new for Thomas.”

“You still tried to help me,” he said. “Even though it backfired. I appreciate the effort.”

The sound of wheels on the soil alerted them that whoever Matthew had called to take them back and also bring fuel for the car was closer and approaching. Alastair didn’t know how much time had passed ever since they sat waiting. Matthew kept talking about random stuff – some of it eccentric nonsense – and Alastair listened to him. There was nothing better to do, he told himself, and Fairchild’s stories were amusing. Time had to pass.

They got off the Ford to meet their savior. Alastair thought it would be James, because he was Matthew’s parabatai, but instead –

“Thomas, my dear,” Matthew spoke before Alastair could, and walked briskly to his friend. “Why are you here? It was Jesse I sent a fire message to!”

Thomas glanced at Matthew briefly, and acknowledged Alastair. He frowned, not used to the sight of his boyfriend with one of his best friends. He seemed surprised, but his eyes didn’t betray much emotion. “I was with Jesse when he read the message and I offered to come instead. He and father had to go out together. Is there something wrong with me being here?” he asked the blond, but he knew the question was directed at him.

“What about James?” Matthew inquired, which was weird. He knew James wouldn’t be in town today, but Matthew had to know that too, since he sent the message to Jesse first. He was catching himself in his lie, but Thomas ignored that.

“James went to see that mundane sport with Cordelia – what’s the name again? Ah, polo, it was polo.” Thomas replied curtly, not breaking eye contact with Alastair. “Whereas I was free. I had to go to buy groceries with someone this morning, but when I woke up, the bed was cold and empty.”

“Alright, alright, Thomas,” he patted his arm. “I’ll leave you two alone and get the fuel.”

Thomas waited for Matthew to go back to the carriage with which he had arrived, to start speaking. “Why were you two together?”

“He was going to the countryside,” Alastair looked away and sighed. “And I asked him to go with him. He knows a lot of places. Also, I thought I left you a note before I left.”

“You only enjoy the countryside where Cirenworth is,” Thomas replied, rolling his eyes with a grin. He wasn’t definitely angry, just puzzled. And teasing.

“Hamsar-am,” Alastair said. “You know me too well,” he snorted, managing a smile reserved only for his lover. “But I can’t tell you.”

“And I don’t want you to tell me,” he answered with a smile. “I was just messing with you. About the note, too. Which, by the way, was so sweet,” he licked his lips and stroked the side of Alstair’s neck, lingering on his shoulder blade. “We still have to go grocery shopping, though.”

“I would never forget about grocery shopping,” he fixed his gaze on Thomas’ lips and then his hazel eyes, which reminded him of nuts. He loved nuts. “We can go tomorrow morning, since this day is done.”

Thomas nodded, but something caught his eye behind Alastair. “Oh, man. Is that a hot air balloon?” he exclaimed, his hazel eyes filled with excitement.

“Majestic, isn’t it?”

“And it’s descending down there. Can we please take a look, Alastair? I want to see one up close!” He was giddy.

Thomas got excited even for the little things like this balloon and seeing him so happy always put Alastair in a good mood. Thomas took his hand and he dragged him to the field where he and Matthew had been a few hours prior. A group of werewolves had just enjoyed their balloon ride, as Frank the warlock was just wishing them goodbye.

“Do you think we can ride it?” Thomas asked, his eyes beamed at the balloon. He didn’t wait for his reply and went to the warlock directly. “Good morning, sir. Do you offer balloon rides?”

Frank turned with a smirk, and eyed Alastair and then Thomas. “Oh, there’s a third shadowhunter. A friend of Mr. Fairchild too, I suppose? Have you changed your mind, then?”

Thomas glanced at Alastair, and he sighed. “Excuse us,” he told Frank, and pulled his puzzled boyfriend away from the warlock until they were far enough. It looked like deja vu. “I asked Matthew to help me last night,” he took a pause, “about your anniversary gift. And he took me here, to a faraway place, because he thought you would like riding a hot air balloon. And he was right,” he managed a tight smile. “You know I’m afraid of the heights,” Alastair muttered. “But he didn’t know that, and now I have to think about something new.”

“Oh, if we are coming clean now, I also asked your mother about your gift,” he scratched the back of his head and looked away, his cheeks assuming the rosy color of shyness. “She told me you love khoresht-e ghormeh sabzi and that is a dish that is usually made during festivities. But you know I can’t cook, for the love of the Angel,” he chuckled, and Alastair raised his eyebrows. One time, Thomas managed to burn a hard boiled egg, but he was getting better.

“We aren’t perfect,” he said.

“No one is,” Thomas said softly, grabbing his hand. “That is what makes us special. Being afraid of the heights won’t make me love you any less.”

“I’m deeply sorry about that. Perhaps I should try to get past my fear and ride the damn balloon with you, but I don’t think I can.”

“I don’t think I can cook a decent meal either, so I think we are fine,” Thomas smiled. “It isn’t the end of the world. And you shouldn’t if you don’t want to.”

“Are you really sure about that?”

“Positive,” Thomas kissed his cheek. “How about we go back? There is something back home that you need to see.”

“Alright, I’ll be leaving. I left Oscar with the doorman and I need to go back to my apartment,” Matthew announced after he accompanied Thomas and Alastair to Cornwall Gardens.

Alastair proposed they rode in the Lightwood carriage, but Thomas insisted they went in the car so Matthew wouldn’t have to ride alone. There was barely space for two in the Ford, so the ride back wasn’t comfortable. Alastair’s only joy was that thanks to the lack of space, he had to lean on Thomas, which he didn’t seem to mind.

Alastair raised his eyebrows at Matthew, who, on the other hand, seemed to have forgotten about the box he had left this morning in Cordelia’s old room. Matthew blinked, probably to make him understand he remembered, but Thomas spoke first.

“No, Math, wait,” Thomas said. “Come, and see what I found too. Perhaps you can help us, since you know so many people.”

Thomas entered the house first, followed by Alastair and Matthew. The two exchanged a quick glance – Alastair was glaring at him, Matthew just shrugged – as Thomas led them into the living room. Alastair exhaled a much held breath but it was short lived when he heard a noise coming from the wooden table. Meowing. Meowing and a bad smell which he possibly identified as animal droppings. Alastair wanted to run, to fly, to hide, but that was also his home, and he couldn’t.

“Are those… kittens?” Matthew chanced, feigning surprise, when Thomas showed the box to them. “How adorable!”

“As you can see, they are indeed. Two strays,” Thomas took the tortoiseshell in his arms and started petting it. Alastair wanted to die. The image of Thomas with a kitty was too much to bear, but he also didn’t know how to explain why the cats were there, if he ever asked. Which, of course, he did. “I have no idea how they got here, though. I was about to leave for my parents’ house when I heard some noise coming from Cordelia’s room, and I found them.”

“How odd. I wonder how they got there. They mustn’t have possibly crawled so young, and carried the box with them,” Matthew observed, and Alastair would’ve rolled his eyes higher than the ceiling if he could. He never met someone who was able to craft such lies and make them believable in the span of a few seconds. Thomas also made a face.

“Come on, stop joking,” Alastair interjected, looking at Matthew briefly. “I brought the cats here, Tom. They are Matthew’s. But I suppose you already know that, since it would have been quite impossible for them to get in on their own.”

“I knew it,” Thomas said. “Cordelia’s room, really? You know that I never go there. If they hadn’t meowed, I couldn’t have found them.”

“That was the aim, Thomas,” Matthew replied. “I only asked Alastair to leave them here because we couldn’t have possibly taken them to Hertfordshire. I would have brought them to my apartment once we returned.”

“Who said they are going back?” Thomas inquired. “Do you stake a claim on the kitties, Math?”

“I – don’t think so,” Matthew revealed. “I can’t keep them. I don’t intend to turn my home into an animal house. Oscar is enough for me. I planned to take them to the London Institute, since they would have the space to thrive. Even though I don’t think Uncle Will loves cats that much. Maybe, if I asked Jesse, he could convince him –” Alastair cleared his throat. “Sorry, I was rambling. Anyway, no, Tom. I do not stake any claim on these little cuties. Feel free to keep them or give them up for adoption. Just find them a good family who won’t throw them away.”

“Good, because I think I’ve just found them a family,” he confessed happily, eyeying Alastair, whose heart started beating faster in his chest. “What do you say, Alastair? Do you think you can accept these two kitties into our house?”

Alastair felt his cheeks burning. He couldn’t contain his own happiness when Thomas openly talked about them as a family in front of a crowd (there was only Matthew there with them, but still). “There is enough space for two kitties here, that’s for sure,” he grinned, his eyes only for his boyfriend.

“Then they are officially ours,” he looked down at the kitty.

They ended up naming the two cats Ra and Horus like two of the most important Egyptian gods. This put Alastair in a good mood, and he decided to leave the hot air balloon fiasco behind him. And so did Thomas with the Persian dish.

“I will cook khoresht-e ghormeh sabzi the day after tomorrow,” Alastair announced that evening, when they were on the rug playing with the kitties. “Since it is going to be an important day for us and you’re not going to make that for me.”

“I planned to ask Risa,” Thomas confessed. “But no, I don’t think I can. I will ask somebody to go on the balloon ride with me.”

“Fair enough. My fear shouldn’t stop you from doing these activities, but for the love of the Angel, be careful,” he warned.

“Yes,” he nodded. “Let’s say Ra and Horus are our gifts, what’s that sound?”

“Good,” Alastair smiled, and he couldn’t help but kiss his boyfriend on the rug, the cat making meows of protest. “Let’s hope they don’t develop an Aedipus complex,” he added, and Thomas couldn’t help but laugh.

Fairchild. We decided that the cats, now officially named Ra and Horus, will be our anniversary gift to each other. Just wanted to let you know for no other reason than to thank you. I thought keeping them here was a bad idea, but it turned out better than expected. Thomas says to come with Oscar if you want them to meet so they can be friends. And next time we go to Cirenworth, you could come with him to visit. You don’t have to respond to this message.

Matthew received the fire message right when he was lounging on his bed with Oscar and smiled. Were they friends now? He didn’t know. He just knew that, in spite of everything, he had enjoyed spending a day with Alastair Carstairs and to his surprise, he thought they also had things in common. He would definitely bring Oscar to Cornwall Gardens to become Ra and Horus’ friend and would gladly accept an invitation to Cirenworth.

Who said that cats and dogs couldn’t be friends?

#tsc #tsc fanfiction #tlh #alastair carstairs #matthew fairchild #thomas lightwood #thomastair #alastair and thomas #the last hours #chain of thorns #chain of iron #chain of gold #tsc fan fiction #tweety.writes #tweety's celebration #posta

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portraitofadumbassonfire · 2 years ago

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Rambling about how much the Succession series finale fucked me up.

Kendall realizing that the people who once supported him (Rava, Jess, and his kids) truly are gone, except his one true friend whom has already admitted that he can't trust him and that he'll "follow the money" told me how this whole shown will end early on. He got all of the weapons he needed for battle, just to stab himself in the foot.

Ep 9 he said he hoped part of his father was in him.

He got his wish.

He tried to get a vote of no confidence against his father in 1x06, yet it backfired, and it made sense why it did due to how poorly he handled it.

The finale was no different.

He also resembles Logan in the worst way by resorting to physically abusing Roman in private and public, and how he intimidated him during the voting. Now both of his siblings rightfully separated themselves from him.

Shiv's arc is the most tragic to me due to the fact that in S1 she wanted nothing to do with Waystar and worked with Gil against Logan, just to be ridiculed by him and called a coward for not competing.

In S2, Gil drops her and then she moves back into her father's "good" graces and fights to be CEO.

Logan promised that it's her, yet still sidelined her at any opportunity to the point where she embarrassed herself in front of the Pierce family.

It's funny how so many lines that I originally saw as petty insults like "Kendall is screwy, Shiv's not as smart as she thinks she is, Roman you're a moron" were accurate descriptions of the characters. Shiv swore she thought she would overturn her father, the man who runs a conservative media conglomerate, would appoint her as the CEO, as if these old ass yt men would take her seriously under any circumstances. She even had an odd dynamic with her own husband where she was the one with affairs and threw him under the bus at any time it was possible for her to.

In the end, she ended up exactly where she didn't want to be, the same position as her mother, a woman stuck in a hapless marriage with a child and a man whom she has a fraught relationship with. She had so much ambition, just for it to backfire horribly.

"A fucking waste of time" as Peter said.

To be fair, they did nothing but argue in front of them, cut family dinner short, or eat his prized cheese, so I get the annoyance. But you were part of why they are at odds against each other.

So boo hoo.

If any of the sibling resemble each other than being blood related, it's Shiv and Kendall. Both of them wanted to be the CEO of Waystar for their own personal reasons.

Kendall's reasons were very specific.

As he said, he was promised the role since he was seven years old. It's obvious that idea has followed him for years and years till he became an adult, like we all do, and it became bigger. It's how the show is started. He's ALWAYS wanted to succeed his own father.

He fought so hard to succeed his father since the first season and never stopped, he did have some pause during S3, but in that finale after confessing to his crime to Shiv and Roman and them comforting him In a way that hasn't been seen in the series almost ever was a huge change to their relationship as a whole, to see him lie about him speaking his truth just because he was scared that they'd rightfully use that information against him was hard to watch.

All of that fighting to overturn Logan, he became him in the process, using his intimidation against Roman to make him make a decision. I wouldn't be shocked if Shiv noticed that and decided to vote against Ken.

Speaking of Romulus, he's ironically the one sibling that escaped the waystar circle, but he was more kicked out of it.

After Gerri being the only person on his side, then dropping him after he impulsively fired her and had the nerve to act as of he didn't, after Mencken the neo nazi saw how he acted at the funeral (as a person who lost a loved one) and dropped him like a bad habit, and he burned bridges with Mattson, it's clear to say he doesn't have anyone else on his side.

He's not like Shiv or Kendall where they have intentions to be CEO, are the opposite sides of one coin, and the obvious fact that he ultimately doesn't care about almost anything.

He got out of the loop more than Kendall or Shiv did and yet he's still lonely, or at least that's what I interpret from that smile to a frown in his last scene.

After dealing with the physical harm from the protests, he ran back to his mother. (and let's be real, he's Caroline's favorite child). Shiv and Kendall would fight over who would be CEO, but he never cared that much.

For Roman to be the sibling that escapes Waystar, I truly didn't see that coming, but should have. Why would he subject himself to that kind of torture after he endured it for his entire childhood?

And this is the Roy sibling that I find the most annoying, but I will admit, he was fully aware of the bullshit his family was on 24/7.

So his ending makes sense, he smirks, but then frowns about the people waystar, employed or not, whom had his back and he screwed up the relationship with, but that whole place felt like a cage to him, so what loss is there anyways?

Connor, Connor, Connor. The eldest son, ready for what a long distance relationship with his own newlywed wife. He and Shiv and a similarity to their father when it comes to romantic relationships. His father dies and he gets married, Shiv suggests an open marriage to Tom on their wedding night. BANG!

Logan was with Sue-Ann when he was married to Caroline and with Kerry when he was married to Marcia. Oh how history repeats itself. Connor is the eldest son and only escapes half of the abuse just because he's the most neglected.

Connor and Roman have a similarity due to how uninterested they are in the battle to be the next CEO, Roman saw it as a cage and Connor saw it as a competition to see who could be loved by their broken father. (which at this point he knew was pointless)

It's sad to see Connor and Willa soon to be separated because, Out of all four siblings, Connor has Willa, one can say he bought a person, but she has had many opportunities to leave, but still stayed and had his best interest in mind, even reminding him to stay true to his original ambition. Can anyone else related to him say that?

Personally, I don't think so.

This finale felt right in the most tragic way for me because, the series had shown so many signs of how it would all end from S1-3

Kendall losing the vote of no confidence, Shiv being shanked by Tom, Roman losing his personal support, Connor being outcasted, etc.

Tom has been aware of how Shiv treated him for a while, there was no way he wouldn't get his lick back in the end, especially knowing the environment he's in. Yes as effeminate as he can be, he'll use what he can to get what he wants, just like the Roys do.

He used Greg as his own Shiv stand-in because he knew he couldn't overstep his boundaries with her while Logan was alive, when he died he did feel so much empathy for not only Shiv, but her brothers as well because he is still human and finding out your parent died in an airplane bathroom and you have a few seconds to say goodbye is a lot for a person.

Nonetheless, Tom and everyone persisted in their pursuit for power, meanwhile Connor took ownership of his father's residence, because I'm sure Marcia would love to let go of a home she shared with an unfaithful husband.

With the eldest son's rules of claiming what they want in a full mansion and then being pulled together by the old footage of their father, it's easy to still think they'll have some solidarity even after anointing Kendall as the best choice..

Choosing items with a simple sticker was a warning. Tom choosing Greg as his second is a win, but a loss. Mattson can just easily choose another U.S. CEO if he feels lole getting rid of Tom, but he is the current decision.

Tom 'the people pleaser' Wambsgans being CEO is a shock, but not as much as a shock for me as opposed to most of which saw this finale.

Logan called out his own children, them playing toy soldiers, being unserious people, and full-fledged morons.

He was unfortunately correct.

For Kendall to try so hard to be Logan 2.0, to the point where he lied to them, where Shiv said she can't stomach him, where he resorted to ignoring Connor and barely taking Ewan seriously when he was one of the only ones being honest with them,

Connor inheriting the delusion that Logan had with how he honestly believed his life will go on to be, Roman with his "I win" mentality his father has, or Kendall & Shiv having the cutthroat, "I'll demolish anyone who might oppose me" sense that their father had for years.

But the tragedy is that none of his children truly present that state of mind.

It's not surprise that the biggest people pleaser of all characters, Tom, would be the one to impress Mattson.

Tom has been a pick-me since episode one, but he showed how much he will and has worked in his own favor.

Greg was someone I thought would overthrow and fire Tom, but Tom being the one who was chosen as CEO feels so unexpected, but appropriate. He managed to reverse the dynamic of his relationship with Shiv, but maintain it with Greg, even though both relationships involve emotional manipulation, they still come back to each other, unfortunately.

Shiv and Tom have said some truly horrific things toward each other for a married couple under a few months and yet they never left each other officially, Greg has tried to throw Tom under the bus as well since he is a blood relative meanwhile Tom projected his own personal issues with Shiv onto her own cousin, whom she stole $20 from, and yet, Tom refuses to leave Greg alone.

Tom now being able to control Greg & overpower Shiv at this moment is shocking, yet hauntingly expected.

It haunts me how when shiv and Roman chose Kendall as the leader, they just casually mocked his way of speaking, when in reality, he used the same disturbing methods as their deceased father, Tom still having Gerri, but especially having Greg's back in the end. Shiv noticed how her brother was turning into Logan and his much her own husband outsmarted her in the end, Roman just ordered the same drink Gerri did just to feel some sort of accomplishment, and Kendall came to the conclusion that no one else was completely in his corner.

Shiv as CEO was never gonna happen, Roman was too silly to take seriously, Roman had a whole speech prepared for his father's funeral and couldn't deliver it, Kendall spoke his and now in retrospect, it feels more like wishful thinking, Connor never got to say his own eulogy, and Shiv delivered one that was poignant, yet still unchanging to the environment around her.

Anyone who tells me or might tell me this series finale made no sense should keep it to themselves, because the writing was on the wall.

#succession #kendall roy #shiv roy #roman roy #connor roy #succession spoilers #succession hbo

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theworstfoundingfathers · 2 years ago

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Who is the worst? Round 1: Henry Clay vs Gouverneur Morris

Henry Clay Sr. (April 12, 1777 – June 29, 1852) was an American attorney and statesman who represented Kentucky in both the U.S. Senate and House of Representatives. He was the seventh House speaker as well as the ninth secretary of state. He unsuccessfully ran for president in the 1824, 1832, and 1844 elections. He helped found both the National Republican Party and the Whig Party. For his role in defusing sectional crises, he earned the appellation of the "Great Compromiser" and was part of the "Great Triumvirate" of Congressmen, alongside fellow Whig Daniel Webster and John C. Calhoun.

[Clay and his family] initially lived in Lexington, but in 1804 they began building a plantation outside of Lexington known as Ashland. The Ashland estate eventually encompassed over 500 acres (200 ha), with numerous outbuildings such as a smokehouse, a greenhouse, and several barns. Enslaved there were 122 during Clay’s lifetime with about 50 needed for farming and the household.

In early 1819, a dispute erupted over the proposed statehood of Missouri after New York Congressman James Tallmadge introduced a legislative amendment that would provide for the gradual emancipation of Missouri's slaves. Though Clay had previously called for gradual emancipation in Kentucky, he sided with the Southerners in voting down Tallmadge's amendment. Clay instead supported Senator Jesse B. Thomas's compromise proposal in which Missouri would be admitted as a slave state, Maine would be admitted as a free state, and slavery would be forbidden in the territories north of 36° 30' parallel. Clay helped assemble a coalition that passed the Missouri Compromise, as Thomas's proposal became known. Further controversy ensued when Missouri's constitution banned free blacks from entering the state, but Clay was able to engineer another compromise that allowed Missouri to join as a state in August 1821.

Gouverneur Morris (January 31, 1752 – November 6, 1816) was an American statesman, a Founding Father of the United States, and a signatory to the Articles of Confederation and the United States Constitution. He wrote the Preamble to the United States Constitution and has been called the "Penman of the Constitution". While most Americans still thought of themselves as citizens of their respective states, Morris advanced the idea of being a citizen of a single union of states. He was also one of the most outspoken opponents of slavery among those who were present at the Constitutional Convention. He represented New York in the United States Senate from 1800 to 1803.

After the ratification of the Constitution, Morris served as Minister Plenipotentiary to France. He criticized the French Revolution and the execution of Marie Antoinette.

It is said by some that Morris was "an aristocrat to the core," who believed that "there never was, nor ever will be a civilized Society without an Aristocracy." It is also alleged that he thought that common people were incapable of self-government because he feared that the poor would sell their votes to the rich and that voting should be restricted to property owners. Duff Cooper wrote of Morris that although he "had warmly espoused the cause of the colonists in the American War of Independence, he retained a cynically aristocratic view of life and a profound contempt for democratic theories."

#worst founding father #founding fathers bracket #founding fathers #amrev #brackets #henry clay #gouverneur morris

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'Save me if I become my demons'

Basic info:

Name: Avery Morris

Age: 33

Astrological sign: Aries sun, Gemini moon, Taurus rising

Current occupation: Graveyard Overseer on Night Shift 1

Pets: Black lab mix named Beretta

Education level: High school diploma

Previous occupation: Mechanic

Sexuality: bisexual/biromantic

Positive: loyal, hardworking, compassionate

Negative: closed-off, tactless, jaded

Biography:

Jesse Morris had always wanted a son and didn’t see any reason why three daughters should hold him back from it. He was a military man and ruled his home with a strict set of rules. Charlotte died from complications of postpartum preeclampsia three weeks after Avery was born. The devastating loss prevented him from ever remarrying and he threw himself into raising his three daughters: Ava, Aurora, and Avery. Though the house was often somewhat messy and Jesse didn’t have a feminine bone in his body, he did his best to raise three girls on his own.

Being raised by a single father made all three girls hyper-independent. They were taught how to shoot any kind of weapon Jesse could teach them, including a crossbow and guns, should they ever need to defend themselves. He also taught them how to live off the land and fix things around the house instead of paying to have someone do it for them. While some may have rolled their eyes and say he taught them so he didn’t have to fix things himself, it was all done out of love.

Once Ava and Aurora turned eighteen, they left their small town of Blowing Rock, NC and never looked back. Avery stayed behind and if she was honest, she much preferred the small town life. Most people in her life growing up had left and it suited her fine. Some would call it a sense of comfort and a general fear of leaving home.

The news of the outbreak was a horrible, sobering reality that snapped Avery out of her admittedly romanticized small town bubble. It was, quite literally, the end of the world as they knew it, REM lyrics need not apply. Jobs shifted, life was never going to be the same. Blowing Rock became overrun with infected, even despite Jesse’s paranoia and hyperawareness. While some may consider D-Day the worst day of their lives, the worst day of Avery’s life came when she had to pull the trigger on her father after he became infected. She was forced to leave behind everything she had ever known with little more than the supplies that fit in her backpack and her dog, Beretta.

Avery had found Redwood by sheer accident. Charleston had been the destination in mind when she had joined a caravan, but much like the Oregon Trail, not many survived. The end of the world brought out the worst in people, whether it was pure greed, mob mentality, or infection. Avery barely made it to Redwood after three days on her own and being hopelessly lost.

Connection ideas:

fellow graveyard workers

people she used to travel with

sisters: they grew up very close (placeholder names are Ava and Aurora) but they ultimately left their small town for college and never really came back except to visit Avery and Jesse

high school sweetheart: the person she would have nearly married (she'd be the girl from the song "Everywhere" by Tim McGraw or from "Georgia Rain" by Trisha Yearwood) (m/f/nb)

fwb: for the sake of human contact. they don't need much from the other (m/f/nb)

#tfh.intro

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(—) ★ spotted!! FELIX KNIGHT on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the age 31 year old looks like MICHAEL TREVINO, but i don’t really see it. while the DRUMMER is known for being ASTUTE my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be CONCEITED i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song PROJECTOR by SET IT OFF {he/him / cismale}

shh, listen more, talk less

basics

Name: Felix Aries Knight Age: Thirty-One DOB: July 29, 1991 Gender: Cismale Sexuality: Heterosexual Occupation: Drummer in the Arctic Monkeys Parents: Ainsty Knight (mother) and Aries Knight (adoptive father, unknown to Aries), Mikey Dupont (biological father) Siblings: Flynn Knight (maternal half-brother) and Felicity Dupont (paternal half-sister) Hometown: Dublin, Ireland

i’ve seen this film before and i know how this ends

biography

Aries and Ainsty Knight were one of the biggest crime families in Europe, everything they had built behind blood money and cartel organizations. To everyone else, Ainsty was the love of Aries’s life, giving him his heirs to his cartel. The only secret was that Felix was conceived after a concert that she had gone to for one Mikey Dupont during his European tour.

Being paid off rolled right off Ainsty’s back and she took the money offered by the musician and played Felix off as Aries’s second and final child.

While Flynn was pushed to be the perfect cartel son, Felix was left to live his life as he saw fit. The favorite and golden child, Felix got away with doing just about anything. Still, he didn’t have a fuzzy and warm childhood. Their parents often left them to defend themselves while they ran the business that kept them relevant and wealthy. Felix relied on Flynn for pretty much everything and looked at his brother as if he had the world on his shoulders and wished that there was more he could do to help.

When the fateful night where his brother was attacked by someone angered at their father, Ainsty decided to do what was best for her boys. While Flynn was sent away to the United States, Felix was sent off to boarding school in London. Splitting them apart seemed like the best idea at the time, just in case they ever became targets once again.

Going to boarding school in London seemed to be the best thing for Felix. It was there that he met and bonded with Jesse Hart and the rest of what would eventually become Arctic Monkeys, the band he’s the drummer of even now. It started as them messing around and playing for fun but soon turned into their livelihood.

Through the band, Felix also met someone that was going to change his life forever. Normally the type to sleep around, the antithesis to Jesse only wanting a relationship out of women, Felix met Gaia Levy and was smitten almost instantly. She was only 22 years old to his 29 years but that’d mattered to him. She made him work for her affection, put in effort he never had to before and it only made him like her more. It didn’t take long for the two of them to fall in love with one another.

Due to the nature of his job taking him back and forth from the US to London, Gaia and Felix’s relationship would soon deteriorate. The distance hurting them more than anything else and one night after a sold out show, Felix made the worst decision he could have and cheated on her. When she caught wind of it, Gaia broke up with him immediately. He played it off as her fault when in reality he knew that he was the one at fault for it all.

He had been contacted by a reality tv show to appear on a season and he went for it to give the band even more publicity -- turned out it was Ex on the Beach and he was forced to deal with Gaia in close proximity again.

After the show aired and the death of his adoptive father happened, Ainsty finally told him the truth of him not being Aries’s. She named his father and wanting to know more about his biological family, decided to reach out to his half-sister, renowned actress Felicity Dupont.

you tell me how you’re right to light relationships on fire

things to note

Only relationship of his that has lasted longer than a few months was with Gaia, he usually gets bored easily

Has a Bernese Mountain Dog named Maeve who he brings with him whenever he leaves his home for longer than a day.

Still looks up to Flynn and is constantly bitching at him for not taking care of himself.

and try to lock us all inside because you’re wrong

#hillzhqsintro

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14, 19, 27 for Jesse and/or Mundy? From the OCs ask game

THANK YOU FOR ASKING ABOUT THEM!!! I love when people ask about them, you have no idea.

14: Do they have a hard time opening up to people?

Jesse doesn't. There's obviously some stuff she won't admit to (<cough> Craig Donovan <cough>) or stuff about her family that she'll keep secret (her relationship with her father, her mother's alcoholism, the fact a part of her still resents Tommie for leaving) but generally she's the type to just babble about whatever is going on in her life at the time.

Mundy is the exact opposite. If Jesse hadn't already seen the "rougher" side of him, it would've taken her upwards of a year to actually get him to talk about his life and family and his own past. The main reason he does open up to her is because she's already familiar with the worst parts of himself and is still receptive to him despite that. She's seen the worst of him and he knows that she won't judge him for showing the gentler parts that everyone else called him a sook and bleeding heart for showing as a child. That said, it's still difficult for him to open up about and if you read/have read the fic you might/might have caught that when he's opening up about something he's unable to make eye contact! ;]

19: How easy is it to become their friend?

For Jesse it's incredibly easy. Just talk to her. She's never had an instance of hating someone off the bat (up until what happens in chapter 12 but we're not there yet). Jesse even tried for a good year or two to get on Craig Donovan's good side despite him being a constant arsehole to her. Jesse loves people, is a massive extrovert, and hates the idea of anyone being her enemy so it's very very easy to become mates with her.

Mundy is the complete opposite. He's reclusive so first you'd have to find him, and then it's a matter of winning his trust like a stray cat. Look but don't touch. If you want to be mates with him the best thing you can do is either be silent and simply share in his presence and let him come to you first, or be like Jesse and do most of the conversation for him. As he warms up he'll eventually start chiming in with little thoughts and comments instead of one-word answers, and if you keep at it you'll eventually get whole stories out of him.

Also, offer him expensive whisky. He opens up much better with some good Scotch and when he's loose he relaxes and starts talking more, but don't expect to get him drunk because the bloke can really hold his liquor (what would you expect, he's been drinking bushshine for half his life).

27: Has a chance encounter ever had an unexpected effect on them?

Honestly the entire reason Jesse and Mundy are a thing is from a chance encounter. Charles was paid on behalf of the Italian mafia to kill Her, who just so happened to be Mundy's favourite person at the time. He found out about this after the fact, went for a drive to clear his head, and just so happened to encounter Jesse on the road. Victim/crime of opportunity, a chance encounter that happened to chance both of their lives forever (good thing it's [probably] for the better!)

Also Mundy's encounter with the English woman in Rhodesia left a very sour taste in his mouth regarding dating and commitment, so there's that. On the plus she taught him half the things he knows about the fairer sex so it wasn't all bad, but he's not sure he'd do it again if he had the option of rewinding time.

Also also, Mundy's chance encounter with a drunk bloke in January of 1963 resulted in him taking his first job as a hitman, and the circumstances of why he was hired to kill that target irrevocably changed how he views emotions and the role they play in people's actions. It also gave him his first standards of being a professional hitman: no women, no one under 25, no getting involved with clients or targets. Especially targets. These have since been tossed to the wayside as he's grown more cold (and been offered more cash).

#blu whos #learnin the blus

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okay first off, ur username is hilarious i always have a lil giggle when i see it. spoopydoobler strikes again

second off, i love stella and Kendall, i think it’s really on brand that Kendall ends up in a semi-healthy, dysfunctional long term relationship with a 20-something actress. her young spirit but also self-awareness and (probably daddy issues?) is what kinda makes her stand out and stay with him even as he’s falling apart. Like after everything is over she kinda puts him back together but also pieces him back together in a mould that suits her and her lifestyle (dysfunctional relationship bby😘).

i also kinda like her role in that she’s a lurker, she’s kinda watching everything happen and has her own private moments with him so everyone has kinda already written her off as Kendall’s flavor of the month. but surprise she’s in it for the long haul bitchesssss. she’s getting that Roy money and they start a film production company that’s like the succession equivalent of A24.

could you imagine Kendall Roy at the oscars or golden globes that’d be pretty funny to see.

also i love that headcanon of babies, like it’s probably reallllllly far off in the future and i do agree with you i see both possibilities. i guess what i crave more is like domesticity.

also let me preface this as i love all the roy siblings but i want like a version where at least out of the three of them Ken (kinda not really) wins?!? or atleast doesn’t not have the worst fate (#rip my girl shiv)

anon, you make my heart swell! this is so thoughtful and sweet!! spoopydooblr is a suuuuuuper old tumblr name from when i was about 16! not sure why i chose it but here we are! :)

i dont wanna spoil my ideas for the ending of the show but yes, stella will be there to put ken back together again. thats what she does best, tbh. i also love how dysfunctional their relationship is, but at the same time, its really one of the most loving and successful relationships either of them has ever had.

the A24 comment is everythingggggg. i definitely envision stella and kendall starting either a production company to rival waystar studios OR i can see kendall getting into the music business too. either way, theyre in it together and make BANK. i think the sibs are underestimating stella too. they def see her as his flavor of the month (lol) but she is in this forever!

i just KNOW their first red carpet appearance is full of drama like twitter is fighting over whether theyre super cute or super creepy.

when it comes to the babies im thinking they get married a couple of years after the show ends (2026?) and since stella will be in her 30s and ken nearing 50 (wtf) they start fertility treatments pretty soon after. i also love the domesticity of it all and i know with ken out of waystar he actually will be a doting father. i think especially bc i imagine them with twins (fertility drugs increase the change of multiples) ken is like alllllll over stella and when the babies are born hes in complete shock. like one baby, sure, but TWO? hes so scared but theyre in it together and their girls grow up to love and respect their dad. (i think sophie and iverson would love having little siblings too!)

wow this is long but YES! ken needs a win and i think stella is the win he needs. especially with how shitty his ending is. i so wish i was in jesse's brain to create stella and have her in s4 for real, but alas i am just a twenty-something unemployed loser from the us.

again, thank you for this lovely message to wake up to! its messages like these that inspire me and keep me writing.

#kendall roy #kendall roy x oc #succession

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The Sweetest Thing

Summary: (Set mid-season 6) Daryl reflects on life before the end - before he met you.

Word Count: 1,948

A/N: I'M BACK! I'm so excited to share this with y'all! It's super short, super fluffy, and super sweet (get it...like the title...lolololol) And it's also Daryl's POV! Woo!

Initially, this was going to be heart-wrenching angst, but I decided that we all could use a little lovin', ya know? I've missed y'all so much and hope my muse decides to stay awhile! I do have a few other ideas brewing muahaha!

Anyways, I might be a little rusty as I get back into the swing of writing, so any comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! (Ooh, also, if you'd like to be added to my new tag list, just give me a shout!)

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Daryl Dixon was no stranger to pain.

When he was eight years old, he dislocated his shoulder falling out of a rickety, old, oak tree.

He’d scrambled up the gnarled trunk, ignoring the shouts and taunts from other kids who’d chased him into the woods just beyond the schoolyard. He’d found a sturdy branch to cling to as they’d gathered at the bottom, throwing stray rocks and sticks at him, calling him names, laughing amongst themselves until they’d eventually lost interest and wandered back to the playground.

He’d waited for the bell to ring, for classes to resume and the kids to disperse to wherever they belonged — and then he’d begun climbing down. Except he’d misjudged a step and before he knew it, the harsh wooded ground was rushing up to meet him. He’d fallen, hard, on his left side, hearing a distinct popping sound on impact.

He hadn’t bothered to return to school, instead walking the thirty minutes back home, left arm cradled against his chest, sniffling softly as the burning in his shoulder intensified.

When he’d gotten home, he’d found his dad passed out drunk on the sofa, snoring so loudly he didn’t hear his son's cries.

It wasn’t until Merle had stumbled in from the local bar later that night that his shoulder was popped back into place.

When Daryl was sixteen years old, he got into his first motorcycle accident.

He’d spent all summer fixing the bike up, pouring every ounce of his time, energy, and money into the project. Merle was serving in the Marine Corps, his old man’s drinking habits were the worst they’d ever been, and Daryl had felt the sting of his father’s belt buckle one too many times.

He’d thought maybe he’d leave Georgia once and for all — travel across the country and find somewhere to settle down. Maybe he’d open an auto body shop in Montana, buy a nice house near the mountains or deep in the woods. Maybe he’d get a dog to keep him company. If he thought about it long enough, the more it seemed within reach.

He just needed to get there.

So one night in August, Daryl packed a bag and left.

He snuck out around two in the morning, not that anyone would’ve known or cared he was missing, rolled his motorcycle to the end of his street, and took off.

He’d never forget how that felt, the freedom that grew in his chest as he left his shit-hole hometown and every bad thing in it behind. It’d nearly brought tears to his eyes, the idea of starting over, of no one knowing his name, of —

Not even ten miles later, a deer ran out in front of his bike. He’d swerved, lost control, and crashed into a tree along the side of the road.

He never made it past the Georgia state line.

When Daryl was twenty-eight, he fell in love.

Well, maybe not ‘love’, but a dire and desperate attempt to feel something, anything, that wasn’t the all-consuming numbness that’d become so familiar as year after year wore on.

Julie was her name.

She was older – late thirties, early forties – with long, bleached blonde hair and a slyness that Daryl should’ve picked up on sooner. She’d frequented the dive bar he and his brother had spent most nights at, making eyes at him from across the room until one night, she’d finally approached him.

Attention was a foreign concept to Daryl – a woman’s attention, especially. His face had grown haggard with contempt and disappointment over time, a seemingly permanent scowl etched onto his face – and if that wasn’t enough of a turn-off, his sharp tongue sealed the deal. He wasn’t sure when he’d begun to lose himself, when aspects of Merle’s personality had begun to morph into his own, but it was easier to drink away the thought than confront it.

Which had led him to that dive bar, led him to Julie.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Julie had been using him to get free goods from Merle – but he’d kept that to himself. She’d simply been a distraction, nothing more, nothing less, from the darkness that’d been festering within him since before he could remember.

Their relationship had been surface level at best, but it was more than Daryl had ever had a taste of and he’d clung to it.

A few weeks later, he’d found Merle and Julie in bed together.

She’d offered a half-assed apology – though made no move to unwind herself from around his brother’s body – while Merle, on the other hand, had shot him a shit-eating grin and shrugged. “A man’s gotta eat,” he’d jeered, the indifference in his tone turning the younger brother’s vision red.

His knuckles were bruised and bloody for days after that.

Daryl Dixon was no stranger to pain.

He’d been dealt traumas that most people could never understand, would never understand. For the longest time, he’d wondered what he’d done to deserve the life he’d been given. Maybe he’d been a sinner in another lifetime, and this was his punishment – to merely exist, day in and day out with no real purpose, no meaning, with nothing more to his name than the scars he’d bear.

But then the world ended.

And, oddly enough, his life began.

“Hey, you okay?” came a sudden voice.

Daryl snapped out of his reverie, not having realized he’d zoned out to begin with. “Hm?” he murmured, blinking away the daze.

You came into focus then, watching him curiously, your brow furrowed. “You disappeared on me there for a second,” you pointed out gently, the corner of your mouth quirking.

Daryl felt his gaze flicker down towards your lips before he refocused his attention straight ahead, ignoring the heat rushing to the tips of his ears. He quickly cleared his throat, ducking his head down. “M’ here,” he rumbled, sneaking another glance at you from beneath the hair that fell across his face.

You smiled sweetly and the archer felt his stomach flip-flop as you reached towards him and brushed the strands away. “Good – try to keep it that way,” you teased, pulling away a moment later.

The archer tried to ignore the prickling beneath his skin where your fingers had grazed — like every nerve-ending had been set aflame.

“So, what’d you think?” you asked then, crossing your arms over your chest and staring down at the map splayed out between you.

Daryl redirected his attention, reaching down and smoothing out the creases that’d formed along the page. He laid his palms flat on the table, drumming his fingers as he focused on the task at hand. With Rick now running Alexandria, he’d wanted to take every precaution possible in case the community was to fall – having a backup location that was safe, secure, and well-stocked was integral. “There,” he rasped after a moment, jabbing his finger towards the shoreline. “Head east, comb the shore, see what we can see.”

You hummed softly in approval. “That’s what I was thinking,” you murmured, shifting forward and resting your hands beside his, squinting slightly as you examined where he’d pointed. “We could find a boat, fix it up,” you mused. “Maybe catch some lobster for dinner,” you glanced over at him, waggling your eyebrows.

Daryl scoffed as he straightened. “Churn some butter while we’re a’ it,” he huffed, fighting back a smile.

You laughed, his comment catching you by surprise. “Don’t act like I won’t hold you to that, Dixon,” you grinned, leaning back against the table and facing him straight on.

“Mhm,” he rolled his eyes, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his worn jeans, rocking back and forth on his heels.

You held his gaze a moment longer, something warm flashing over your face before you pushed away from the table. “Alright, I’ll update Rick and get a group together – head out in twenty?”

Daryl grunted softly in response, suddenly unable to find his voice.

“Okay, see you in a bit,” you smiled warmly, reaching out and patting the archer’s chest affectionately as you began to move past him.

But before your hand could slip away, Daryl covered it with his own and held it in place, faltering your momentum.

You shifted, turning back towards him, a puzzled look in your gaze.

“I jus’ –” he rasped, shaking his head as he ducked his head down, searching for the right words. He brushed his thumb against yours, back and forth, grounding himself, before he focused back on you.

You simply nodded, giving him the space to continue.

He cleared his throat, feeling it tighten as he forced himself to let go of a lifetime's worth of conditioned self-consciousness. He inhaled a deep breath, regarding you earnestly. “You're jus’ so damn beautiful, ya know that?” he finally mustered, his words rumbling against your intertwined hands, still pressed against his chest.

You appeared taken aback for a moment like you were wondering if you’d misheard him, or he’d misspoken. But when he merely held your stare, your features softened. “Oh,” you whispered gently.

A beat passed between you before your face lit up and you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him and sighing a long and heavy exhale.

Daryl welcomed the embrace, one arm snaking around your waist, his other hand moving to cradle the back of your head before he tightened his hold on you. His eyes closed as he breathed in the moment, committing the feeling to memory. You melted against him, nestling closer, fitting so perfectly it was as though you’d been crafted to from the very start.

When you pulled back, he couldn’t help but ache for you in the spaces you’d filled.

But then he opened his eyes and noticed the emotion that’d filled yours.

You sniffled softly, quickly swiping at a tear that’d slipped down your cheek as a hitched laugh pushed past your lips. “Now look at what you did,” you murmured playfully, almost bashfully.

Daryl snorted a breath, placing his hand against the side of your neck and using his thumb to brush away the trail of moisture left behind on your cheek. You laid your hand on top of his, leaning into his touch.

Neither of you moved for a long moment, simply breathing the other in before a small smile tugged at your lips. You shifted in his grasp, pressing a gentle kiss against his palm. “We should probably get going,” you sighed, the archer nodding once despite every fiber of his being screaming otherwise.

“Alright,” he rasped, balling his hands into fists and shoving them back into his pockets, ignoring the slight trembling in his fingertips.

“Alright,” you reiterated, a bounce in your step as you turned to leave. “Meet you at the gate?” you called from over your shoulder, yanking open the front door.

Daryl nodded once more, flicking the hair away from his face. “Mhm,” he rumbled, his voice once again lost.

“Cool,” you grinned, sending him a small wave before you slipped out, closing the door softly behind you without another word.

Daryl Dixon was no stranger to pain.

But you…

You were medicine to the sick, solace to the dying, strength to the weak. You’d crawled your way beneath his skin and called it ‘home’. You were everything he needed and nothing he deserved, and God damn it, he’d live this hellish life a thousand times over if it meant finding you.

Daryl Dixon was no stranger to pain.

But he’d shoulder the weight of the world’s suffering for you.

The sweet relief of you.

Fin.

A/N: Ugh, so cute it makes me sick :')))))) lmao hope y'all enjoyed!

By the way, did anyone see the new trailer??? I'M FREAKING.

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