#and the way he admired Jos on the balcony

[tiredgayloser]

I come bearing 2020/2021 J2

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Hi Patchy! I really fancy Bakugou, but I don’t know what to do! I need a potion to help me💕

Well hello Jo, how sweet of you to drop by! I always enjoy your company, so I appreciate you sparing a moment to allow me it.

As for your predicament, I think it is rather obvious your feelings for him; anyone could see it. So a potion may not be what you need, but rather some to help you see a little better.

The Crown-Prince Bakugou was many things. He was strong and capable, able to hold his own in any fight or tame any beast. He was smart, able to properly strategize anything to come out a winner; something the many knights in his armies would be grateful for. And he was brash, bold unlike anything you had ever seen - it was refreshing, though his anger did land him in some turmoil every now and then.

But romantic was not one them.

He was never one for flowery words, or to waste his time on such frivolous things like courting, to worry about such feelings of vulnerability. For Bakugou, he saw them as something beneath him. Marriages were that of strategy and making do with the options he had, he saw no need to be involved with love and the complications it brought.

You understood his stance, the reasons he was so cold and harsh towards any form of courting, why he would harshly brush pass any lord of lady wishing for a moment of his attention without even giving them a second glance. He wanted no weaknesses, wanted to give no one the chance to see him vulnerable, to allow them to opportunity to betray him.

You yourself knew how difficult it was to find those that would be loyal and kind to you without a price; how they would quickly build you up before tearing you down for a chance of higher status or coin. You had land people wanted and found it suffocating most of the time, you could only imagine what it would be like to have a throne.

But life was full of surprises.

Surprises like the gifts that started to appear on your doorstep, or windowsill, or even balcony. Tiny trinkets and jewlery boxes that were so beautifully crafted to make wonderful decorations, jewels and gems that were cut to perfection and lined with gold so you may adorn them on your neck, ears, and wrists; and dresses that were tailored magnificently to your figure, clear they were only meant to be worn by you.

You were blown away by not only the lavishness of these gifts, clearly by a generous heart, but by how romantic the whole situation was. You had a secret admirer, one you never thought you would ever have, lest of all one that seemed to smitten by you.

Over time, naturally, you grew curious as to who it would be. Searching high and low in the areas your gift was left for traces or glimpses of the gift giver. Carefully inspect any handwriting, or small details, of the gifts left to you to find any clues. And at times, even going to the shops and asking the keeps there which the person might be.

It all led to deadends. You were no step closer of knowing who the your admirer was than if you did nothing at all. You were beginning to grow desperate, your curiosity gnawing at your brain and making it impossible to think of anything else; so, you went to the one place you knew most people went in their times of need.

The peddler left you both calm and uneasy; the way she seemed to know what you were thinking made you anxious over her intentions, though her gentle reassurance made you stay long enough to get what she claimed you needed - a small magnifying glass.

“The person you wish to find is hard to read, unless you look between the lines.” she told you, closing your hand around the small trinket she placed in your palm “This will help you see what you couldn’t before and will help guide you to them.”

You left her shop unsure, but hopeful, as your gripped tighter to the item in your palm and made you way back home; eagerly awaiting the chance to use it; and that chance came sooner than you thought, as upon your doorstep was another parcel, wrapped so elegenatly as the gifts before, waiting for you.

You wasted no time bringing the magnifying glass to your eye, squinting and adjusting your hand so you may properly see through it, awaiting to find the clue you were looking for; and it came as glowing footprints.

You let out a breathless laugh as you looked for the trail, and followed it once you found it, not caring about propriety as you practically ran through courtyards and through gardens to make your way to where they were; stopping on when your trail ended and you collided with a sturdy chest.

Hands reached out to stedy you as you stumbled, trying your best to hold onto your magical trinket only to watch it fall to the ground; though you in that moment you cared not for the shattering of the glass that met your ears, as familiar gruff voice overtook it; and a pair of vermilion captured your attention.

“It’s you…” You whispered out, a small smile gracing your face as you gazed up at him - not listening at all to his comment of watching where you were going “You’re my admirer!”

You watched a look of surprise flush his face, cheeks turning rosy in a manner you had never seen before as his head turned away from yours; though his grip on your forearms never slacking as he continues to hold onto you. You watched with baited breathe as he shook his head before a soft chuckle passed his lips, his eyes finally meeting yours again.

“Yeah…. I am.”

What a shame about that magnifying glass... those are hard to come by even for me. Though I suppose now, given the circumstances, that you are in no need of it anymore, so I shan't try to replace it.

[p4nkow]

Fight from the inside

Hey everybody! Here’s another Roger fic. I’m thinking on writing a second part to this but please tell me your opinion. Let me know if I should and especially what you think of it!

Summarise: Reader is having some fun with the boys when a ghost from Roger’s past comes back to haunt her. Not literally. 

Warnings: none, I think? It’s a bit angsty but also fluffy

This could be read both as real life Roger or as Ben!Roger.

Gifs not mine so credits to the owners.

“But I want to hear you sing!”

“Not a chance.” John shook his head at your request. You had been trying to persuade him for about half an hour now, but he seemed inflexible.

“You’re not the first one to try to change his mind, darling.” Fred glanced at you while he took a sip of his drink.

It was a quiet afternoon and the guys decided to take a break from the studio in order to go grab some drinks. An old Beatles’ song played in the background as you guys were chatting.

“C’mon, just in the chorus.” Roger supported your cause and Brian nodded in consequence.

“We need one extra voice.”

“You don’t.” John cut all of you off and you knew he wouldn’t change his mind. You took a morsel out of your piece of cake, glancing at Roger with the corner of your eye.

“What?”

“Nothing” He said with a smile, starting to caress your thigh. You smiled back at him and leaned your head to his shoulder. He surrounded yours with his arm in order to keep you close to him.

“Y/N could be your extra voice” John said, bringing back the subject.

“I could what?” You said in disbelief and Roger chuckled next to you.

“Obviously you never heard her sing.”

“I’m sorry?” You said with an amused tone, turning your face to him.

“I’m sorry love but you’re terrible.”

“No, she isn’t” Fred said, taking your side.

“I’ve never heard you singing.”

Roger glanced at Brian and coughed. “Lucky bastard.”

“Roger!” You slapped him on his chest but you giggled. You knew you were terrible at singing. You really, really were.

“But I wanna hear you sing. You could give us a hand with the chorus.”

You glanced back at Brian, shaking your head. “Bri, Roger’s right. I-”

“Roger?” A new, feminine voice cut you off so you turned around to see who it was.

“Jo?” Roger’s tone was full of disbelief and confusion as he let go of you and stood up to greet the newcomer.

Of course you knew who Jo was- Roger’s well known ex girlfriend. You stood in silence as the boys greeted her and for the first time ever you felt uncomfortable around them.

“Long time no see, darling!”

“Where have you been?”

“You look so different!”

“I missed you all so much.”

You alienated yourself from their conversation as you started to overthink- one of your worst flaws.

Roger’s voice brought you back to reality. “Love?”

“Hm?”

“This is Jo” He said with a smile, so you forced yourself to stand up and to shake her hand. She meant something to the boys so you had to be polite with her.

“It’s nice to meet you” You forced a smile as her watchful gaze judged you.

“So, are you a groupie?” She asked and you felt yourself blush.

How dared she?

You heard Brian cough and you could feel John and Fred’s gazes on you.

Fuck politeness.

You were about to say something when Roger spoke up. “Actually she’s my girlfriend.”

You were glad he interrupted you- you might have said something you’d have regretted. You were too mad to move your gaze away from Jo. Roger put a hand on your back, probably with the purpose to calm you but you couldn’t even look at him.

“Oh- oh! Your girlfriend! I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.”

Fred stepped in to divert attention from you. “What are you doing here, darling?” You were glad he did so you sat back down and tried hard not to meet Roger’s eyes.

“Love” He murmured, placing again his hand on your thigh.

“Not now, Rog.” So he let it go.

You could feel Jo’s presence behind your back and you clenched your jaw in order to avoid to say something stupid. You have never been so ashamed in your life.

You met John’s gaze and he smiled at you. “You wanna leave?” He mouthed you and you were grateful he did, but still you refused his offer by shaking your head. You couldn’t leave Roger just like that. Not when Jo was around.

“I stopped by the studio and Paul told me I‘d found you here. I’m your new assistant!”

“You’re what?” Brian was as shook as you were.

“Yeah, I was the assistant of this band but it just split so EMI is trying to place me on a new one. In the meantime I��m your temporary assistant along with Paul!”

And you thought it couldn’t be worse.

“Great” You murmured, drawing Roger’s attention. He started to stroke your hair in order to reassure you but jealousy was eating you alive.

“That’s awesome!” You could tell Freddie was really ecstatic delighted by that news.

“Yeah, that’s really fantastic” Brian said while Jo took her seat right in front of you. You couldn’t help but notice the looks she gave Roger.

“What did I miss? Please, catch me up.”

“Not much, really” Roger said with a shrug. “We’re working on a few new songs.”

“I hope they’re as good as the old ones” she replied with a smile and you couldn’t help but give her an eye-roll.

“Oh yes darling, some of them have got potential.” Freddie said with a smile, proud of the work they’ve been doing.

It was at this point you decided to join the conversation. “It’s my favourite album so far.”

“Really? You were crazy about A Night at the Opera.” John has an amused look on his face.

Roger couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “He’s right, you did nothing but talk about ‘39 for months.”

“I guess Fight from the inside got me.”

Jo had been following your conversation in silence until now. “What’s Fight from the inside?” She asked, and Fred immediately answered “One of Roger’s songs for this new album.”

“Oh I absolutely have to listen to it!”

“Sure” Roger said with a little smile. You put all your attention to your piece of cake which you never finished eating. Your stomach was blocked because of the entire situation- which, to be honest, you weren’t really excited about.

“Anything else?” Jo asked, glancing at the boys one by one.

You hoped Fred didn’t tell her the real news but oh man, your hopes have been destroyed. “Our boy here is getting married!”

Jo’s lips formed an O after hearing that and for a little moment you were pleased for her reaction.

You were getting married. Roger had proposed the day of the final stage of the tour, the second night of the show in London. He caught you completely off guard and that’s probably why you cried you eyes out since the moment he kneeled in front of you.

“Is that true?” Jo asked and Roger glanced at you with the biggest smile. Just the thought of the two of you getting married made your hurt run faster than ever. You smiled back at him, nodding at her question. “Yeah, we are.”

“Hopefully as soon as possible” he added and you leaned to him, letting him surround your shoulders with his arm.

“That’s... fantastic” she said, but you could tell her smile was fake. John thought the same and glanced at you as soon as he noticed it. There was a moment when you thought she wasn’t that bad, if it weren’t for her comment about you being a groupie. That was until she said “I cannot imagine you being married. You’re too a free spirit to chain yourself to one woman.”

Roger was as blindsided as you. You tried to take deep breaths before speaking but in the meanwhile John did it for you. “Jo.”

“What? It’s true. We all know all the crazy adventures me and Roger had, there’s no point in hiding them.”

“It was the past, Jo.” God, you loved that man. You glanced at Roger and you could tell by his eyes that he wasn’t that happy of the whole situation. You tried to reassure him by placing your hand on his thigh, squeezing it a bit.

“It was, but what a past! We had our fun, didn’t we? Do you remember that time when we-”

“That’s enough” you snapped, catching everyone’s attention.

You got up as you couldn’t take it anymore. Roger stood up too. “Love-”

“I’ll see you at home.” And with that you took your coat and walked away from the table, as you heard Jo asking “What? Did I say something wrong?”

You walked away as fast as you could but you heard steps following you. You glanced behind your back just to see Roger following you.

“I thought you were stayin’ with the boys.” You said but you didn’t stop walking.

“I’d rather go home with you.”

“You’ll miss all the fun.”

“Don’t really care.”

You were mad but it wasn’t right to take it out on him. Despite the fact you knew that, you couldn’t help but act that way. You kept walking in silence, followed by Roger, until you made it home. As soon as you both entered the flat, you turned to him, trying to find the right words to apologise for your behaviour. You couldn’t do it- Roger’s lips crushed into yours as he placed his hands on your face.

You put your hands into his chest, kissing him back as he moved forward up to when your back was against the wall. He took your wrists into his hands, lifting them up and holding them with one hand only.

You kissed him back and you completely forgot what you were gonna say. He placed lots of kisses on your jawline and on your neck and in that moment you were at his mercy. You hated the power he had on you but when he kissed you like that there was no way you were gonna argue with him.

“Roger...”

“Shh, love” He murmured with his head buried in your neck.

“Roger.”

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful” He said, meeting your gaze as he kissed you again. “Don’t you ever doubt that.”

“I don’t like her.”

“I want you to forget about her for now.”

You placed both of your hands on his hips, slightly lifting his shirt to caress his bare skin. “Make me.”

And he did. Over and over that night. Now it was almost 1AM and both of you were enjoying the silence of the night, standing on the balcony. You were admiring London’s night lights and Roger was smoking a cigarette. You were wearing his shirt and you could smell his cologne on it.

However, despite all the love that he had showed you that night, you couldn’t help but to think of Jo.

“When did the two of you split up?” You murmured, silently praying he’d answer your questions. Roger knew how persistent you could be and how bad you could feel about this all situation so the only solution was answering your questions.

“About a year and a half ago.”

“Why?” You weren’t mad anymore, just curious.

“I didn’t love her anymore.” He frankly said, glancing at you with the corner of the eye.

What if it happened to you too? You were getting married, yes, but it could still happen.

“Stop” he said, interrupting your thoughts.

“Stop what?”

“Overthinking. That won’t happen to us.” He really knew you. He put away his cigarette and came closer to you, placing a hand on your hip and the other on your face. He gently caressed your cheek as his beautiful blue eyes met yours. “I love you so fuckin’ much for something like that to happen. And you shouldn’t worry about her.”

“I don’t” You lied.

“Yeah, you do. I don’t want her, Y/N.”

“She meant something to you.”

“Yeah, she did in the past. She’s my past, love, but you’re my present and my future. You’re the only woman in my life, the only one I need. You’re going to be my wife, for fuck’s sake. Don’t let a ghost from the past ruin what we have.”

“God, I love you so much” You murmured as you placed your lips on his. You believed him, you trusted him, and you knew he spoke the truth, but you couldn’t say the same of Jo. That’s why you were terrified of meeting her at the studio tomorrow, but no matter what was gonna happen- you wouldn’t let her ruin what you had with Roger. You were going to stand up for your relationship.

[smileyoongle]

Idol BTS! Reaction To You Having A Terminal Illness Part 2

Hey there! I didn't think my terminal illness reaction was that good. Thank you so much. I'm pretty shocked that you actually wanna read more to it. So I hope you like it, anon!

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Kim Seokjin:

Jin sat at the very bench where he had found out about your illness. He still wasn't over you, he would never be. It had been a year since you passed away and this was a usual habit of his. He would come to this place and imagine as if you were sitting by him, listening to whatever he had to say. He closed his eyes and let the wind caress his face. "Hello, princess. I'm back, as always." He let out a chuckle at his own words. "I hope heaven's treating you well. If they aren't, then they better be careful. I'll be there soon, you know." He said, looking at the stars in the sky. Jin knew very well that soon meant a pretty long time, but he was willing to wait it out. "Oh, did I mention that they tried to set me up on a blind date again? Yeah, I don't understand why they wouldn't give up because there's no way someone else can be what you were to me." He mumbled, eyes gazing at the empty seat next to him. He remembered how you told him that he had to find someone. Someone who would love him as you did. But Jin knew that there was no one. There could never be. Suddenly, his phone rung, screen flashing jungkook's name. He shook his head and ignored the call. "I'll be back, princess. Take care. I love you." He smiled at the stars. Getting up from the bench, he went to his car, knowing that he'll be back and you'll listen to him. Like always.

Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon stood near the grey stone, your name engraved in it. It gave him great comfort in knowing that you were still here, beneath all the mud, resting in peace now. He kneeled beside your grave, placing the fresh orchids above all the other flowers. Everyone had gone home after the ceremony was over, leaving Namjoon to grieve in his own way. Your family had also left with heavy hearts, tears streaming down their faces on the loss of someone so dear to them. "I miss you, already," Namjoon whispered, clenching his eyes shut, trying not to cry. Not being able to hold it back, he let it all out. Taking off his glasses that you loved so much, he covered his face with his hands. The gentle wind ruffled his hair as if it were your fingers. He felt your presence, your head on his shoulder, your hand rubbing his back soothingly. "It'll be okay, Joon. I promise." Your sweet voice sounding like music to his ears. He slowly removed his hands from his face, revealing his red eyes and wet cheeks. You smiled at him before placing your lips on his forehead. Namjoon knew very well that this was only an illusion and he wanted it to last as long as possible. "I know it'll be okay, Y/N." He said, crying and holding your hand as you started to fade away. "I love you." He sniffled, watching as you left him. He stood up, taking slow steps backwards, eyes never leaving your grave. Turning around, he forced himself not to look back. "I'll be fine, Y/N. I promise." He muttered, taking in a deep breath and preparing to start a life without you.

Min Yoongi:

The computer screen emitted light strong enough to illuminate the dark studio. Yoongi had been writing songs for the upcoming album, barely getting any sleep. He decided to take a break and proceeded to save the track, closing the tab to reveal your face. It had been 4 years since you went to a better place but it didn't feel like it. Instead, it was as if you never left, as if you were constantly around him. Maybe it was because of a certain 12-year-old girl that had eyes like yours even though she was adopted. Yoongi sighed and closed his eyes, ready to take a nap. A few minutes later, he felt hands covering his eyes and a small giggle ringing through the studio. "You're back early," Yoongi mumbled, taking the smaller hands into his own. "Yup, I had a dream where mom told me to check on you so here I am and clearly she was right." Said your daughter, gazing around the darkroom before going to switch on the lights. Yoongi let out a groan before turning his chair around to see her sitting on the plush couch, fiddling with the hem of her school uniform. Yoongi frowned and went to sit beside her. "And what could be bothering my rockstar?" He asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. The young girl hesitated before raising her head to see Yoongi's concerned face. "It's Mother's Day tomorrow." She let out the words and gazed down at the carpet. Yoongi felt a wave of sadness go through him when he saw the tears trailing down his daughter's cheek. "I miss her, dad." She mumbled, voice cracking before she broke down into sobs. Yoongi pulled her into a hug and tried to control the tears threatening to spill. "She doesn't have to be here to be with you, remember? She's watching us from up there and she would hate to see us like this. Do you want her to be sad?" He said, voice as gentle as a feather. The 12-year-old shook her head and wiped her tears. Even though you left, you definitely prepared them to live without you. It wasn't easy at first but life goes on and people move on too.

Jung Hoseok:

The children laughed and chased each other around, the sun shining brightly in the sky. Hoseok admired the scene in front of him, thinking about the possibilities of saving at least one of the kids from being consumed by the illness that took you away from him. He looked up at the sky and smiled. He had just made a generous donation to a cancer charity for children in your name. He didn't want anyone to ever go through the pain of losing someone in such a terrible way. He felt his coat being tugged at, making him snap out of his thoughts. He looked down to find a little girl, holding a little teddy bear in one hand. "Hello Mr, are you an angel?" She asked, looking up at him with big and hopeful eyes. He chuckled and kneeled down in front of her. "What makes you say that?" He asked, still smiling. "Ms Jo said that an angel had come to let us know that we'll be okay. I'm sorry though, you see it's our playtime so no one was inside." She explained making hoseok's heart fill with warmth. He looked down at his shoes before looking back at her. "I am not an angel, sweets. But I do have an angel who sent me here. She's watching us from up there." He said, pointing up at the sky as the girl looked up. She smiled and asked him what the angel's name was. "Y/N." He answered. The little girl nodded and handed him her teddy bear. "Will you please give her this and tell her I said thank you?" She asked, gazing at Hoseok with her innocent eyes. Hoseok looked away as his eyes started to water. It had barely been 6 months without you and he was still trying to cope with the pain. He blinked away the tears and accepted the bear, nodding with a tight-lipped smile. The girl grinned and hugged him, making Hoseok feel better. He hugged her back and let a tear slip down his cheek. Before pulling away, he quickly wiped the tear. Waving him goodbye, the little girl ran back to her friends and Hoseok walked away. Maybe life won't be so bad. Maybe, just maybe he'll be happy again.

Park Jimin:

Jimin leaned his elbows on the railing in the huge balcony of the penthouse he had rented. The sun was setting on the horizon, the sky a beautiful mix of colours. This vacation was absolutely necessary after everything that he had been through. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of peace and contentment. Slowly, he felt your hands wrapped around him from behind. Smiling, he leaned his head back, resting it on your head. "Hi." You mumbled, grinning from ear to ear. He chuckled and turned around, pulling you into his chest. "Did you take your medicines?" He asked, swaying from side to side with you in his arms. You nodded and closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat. A miracle recovery, the doctors had called it. You had survived even though everyone had already begun counting the number of days you had. "I'm happy." You stated and looked up to see Jimin's eyes. He smiled and leaned his forehead against yours. "Not more than me." He mumbled before kissing you. "I don't know what I would have done if-" you stopped him before he could complete that sentence by kissing him more deeply. Eventually, you both pulled away, gasping for breath. Jimin intertwined your fingers with his and kissed them one by one, letting his lips linger longer where the diamond ring adorned your finger. Now there was nothing that could take away the love you shared. "I can't wait to call you mine completely." He said, burying his face in your neck. You giggled and ran your hands through his hair. "And I can't wait to be yours completely." You replied, gazing at the sky which was now devoid of the sun.

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung fluffed the pillows and arranged the blankets, making sure they were comfortable enough. The light from inside the truck streamed through the glass window lighting up the back of it. Taehyung grabbed his phone and checked the time. 2:00 AM. He smiled and looked at the sky. Finally, another item was checked off the bucket list that you both shared, witness a meteor shower together. "It's almost time," Taehyung announced, looking around once more to make sure everything was okay. He got off the back to help you climb up. You were still weak from all the treatments and medicines. Once he tucked you in, he got in beside you and held you close to him. "Are you cold?" He asked, brushing your hair off of your face. You shook your head and looked up at him. Suddenly, you saw bright lights from the corner of your eye making you turn your head. The rapid movement of the stars appearing and fading had you gasping in amazement. But Taehyung couldn't take his eyes off you. He had come so close to losing you. He was relieved that everything was okay now, you were okay and so was he. "I told you I'd complete the bucket list with you, didn't I?" He asked, taking your attention away from the stars. You smiled and kissed him. "I love you so much." You stated, closing your eyes and leaning on his chest. He grinned and kissed your head. "I love you more."

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook kicked a stone to the side as he walked beside his date for the evening. It was a blind date set up by his brother, an attempt to help him get over you. The date had thankfully come to an end and it was time to head home. Lana was a nice girl, warm and welcoming but she wasn't you. And Jungkook didn't want anyone who wasn't you. He turned to look at her when he heard her sigh. "So, who is she?" She asked, looking at the ground while continuing to walk. Jungkook almost tripped but composed himself. "What?" He looked at her with wide eyes. Lana chuckled and shook her head. "I've been on enough dates to know when someone is interested in me or someone else. So, tell me, who is that lucky girl?" She asked again, tucking her hair behind her ear. Jungkook bit his lip, guilty that he was caught. "She is no more. Died about 4 months ago." He answered. Lana stopped walking while Jungkook continued. "I'm sorry." She mumbled. Jungkook shook his head and gave her a small smile. He wasn't okay but he had to be. He promised you. Taking a glance at his watch, he cringed. It was almost midnight, he needed to hurry home. "Uh....look, I'm sorry that I probably ruined your hopes for this date but I really need to go now," Jungkook said in a rush. Lana smiled sympathetically and nodded. "I'll be here if you ever need anything." She waved her hand at him while he nodded and took off running. Opening the door to his house, he jogged to the kitchen and took out the cake that he had baked earlier in the day. Placing candles on it, he lit them up and took the cake to the living room where your photo hung on the wall above the fireplace. "Happy Birthday, my love." He whispered, blowing the candles and blinking away his tears. He missed you and he'll never stop missing you. He just needed to learn to live with this feeling and he hoped that someday he would.

Personally, I don't think this is good enough but hopefully it isn't that bad.

[mass-effect-galaxy]

Joan’s Song 6: Hunting Asari

A thresher maw!? Really!? Again!? “Back! Back! Back!”, Joan Shepard was shouting as loud as she could, even though Kaidan sat right beside her, and even though he already had brought the Mako to maximum rearward speed. A load of acid spit went down where the vehicle had been a moment before. Some of it must have hit one of the front wheels for the Mako suddenly made a slight turn to the right. The motion dampers quickly stabilized the vehicle. “Lost a tire”, Kaidan just confirmed, surprisingly calm. Shepard was anything but calm. She had faced those monsters on Akuze before. And she had seen what they were able to do with soldiers trapped inside these metal coffins. Her next order should have been ‘Chief Williams, identified target, fire at will.’ Instead she just screeched “Ash!” “On it”, came the confirmation from the seat behind Shepard. The Mako’s main gun started barking. A warning signal reminded Shepard that she had been pulling the trigger of the secondary gun all the time. The weapon now had overheated and had to go through its cooling cycle. 

The Mako slightly jumped when riding over a hill. It could barely be felt inside. Kaidan said, “solid rock” and halted the vehicle. Right, even a thresher maw could not break through solid rock. They should be safe here; says so in the chapter on maws in the Alliance’s xeno-combat manual. Shepard had written that chapter after Akuze. “Damn gun needs calibrating”, Ashley said. “How long?”, Shepard demanded to know. A moment of silence, then, “done, Commander. Let’s go and get that worm!”

Finding an asari archeologist in the Artemis Tau cluster did sound easier than it was. The extranet listed three prothean sites in that cluster. Dr. T’Soni had published on all three: There was some kind of penal colony from the “Post Citadel Period” on Therum. A research post from the “Proto Imperial Period” on Sharjila, and a “presumably religious” structure from the “Imperial Era II” on Edolus. Shepard remembered that her history teacher had told her that whenever archeologists label something as “religious” they, in fact, have no idea what it is. 

Usually, she would have clicked away all those boring texts, but her “contact” with a prothean had made her curious. The University of Thessia was leading in research on the protheans. Their history was divided into three periods: the “Proto Imperial Period” before they founded their empire, the “Imperial Period”, which was further divided into four “eras”, and the “Post Citadel Period”, the time after which the protheans had abandoned the Citadel and their empire had collapsed in a civil war lasting for centuries. There was a mining colony on Therum, the other two were uninhabited. Shepard had sent a request to the miners and decided to check on the other planets while waiting for an answer.

“Wow, we should add this shot to the manual as the ‘William’s Maneuver’.” Ashley boasted while they examined the body of the thresher maw. “Dream on, Chief, you just were lucky”, Shepard replied with a smile.  “You are a space tyrant, Ma’am.” about four meters of the maw’s body were on the surface. Ashley had hit it right at the moment it came up. Impossible to say how much more worm was still underground. A few meters away was a battlefield. The scenery was all too familiar to Shepard: a Grizzly, part of that vehicle was melted; a couple of mauled bodies. Whatever got hit by the maw’s acid melted away, metal, armor, arms, legs, torsos, heads. Akuze. The images of Lieutenant Burnside’s Grizzly, she trying to get inside, slipping on entrails, touching acid, Alena, bleeding, dying, reaching out for her. Shepard had pushed her back to get away. She suddenly felt as sick as did back then and had to throw up. Ashley gently touched her back, “Let’s get you off this world, Jo.”

Back on the Normandy, Therum hadn’t responded so far. Shepard send a report about the dead soldiers on Edolus to Admiral Hackett and placed her name on the list of report recipients, meant she would be informed anytime someone else reported anything related to it. Their next destination was Sharjila.

There were no signs of life at the prothean site on Sharjila. However, there was a compound in use a few clicks away. If Dr. T’Soni was on this planet, it must be there. When the Mako climbed over a hill overlooking that compound, something came flying in their direction. A rocket. It was deflected by the Mako’s shields. “Looks like this is the right place”, Kaidan said.

The two guns of the Mako had made short work of whatever resistance was outside that bunker. “Chief, would you please be so kind as to knock at that door?”, Shepard asked with some mock “royal” accent,. “A pleasure, Ma’am”, Ashley replied and fired the main gun. The gate of that building was obliterated and Kaidan accelerated the Mako to maximum speed. The vehicle crashed through the debris of the gate and a wall behind it. They ended up in some warehouse. Lots of armed people were running around. Ashley meanwhile had manually loaded a stun grenade into the Mako’s gun which she now fired into that hall. Its sound was able to destroy the eardrums of most species and might even be lethal to some. Before anyone in that warehouse was able to recover, the three marines had dismounted and started cleaning out the room. Shepard and Ashley were wielding shotguns, Kaidan his auto-pistol. Suddenly something massive hit Shepard. Her armor started vibrating, a warning that the shields were off and she better took cover. She dodged behind a crate and saw some movement on a balcony. “Sniper”, Shepard shouted. “Got him”, Kaidan replied. He used his biotics to pull the sniper off the balcony. A turian; he was helplessly floating towards them while Shepard and Ashley used him for target practice.

“Commander, is that Dr. T’Soni?”, Kaidan was bending over an asari body. Shepard started scanning her face, “Doesn’t look like her.” It took the spectre database a few moments to compare the scan with trillions of filed faces. Finally, it came up with a name: Dahlia Dantius, wanted for murder and slavery on Kahje, reward 300,000 Credits. Also wanted for fraud on Irune, reward 500,000 Credits. Shepard whistled. Even without Dr. T’Soni, this trip had paid off. She made a full body scan of the asari and sent the results to both addresses. Now, they only had to figure out how to get the Mako back into the open. 

When entering the Knossos System, it became clear why Therum didn’t answer: Geth! “Several geth drop-ships in orbit of that planet.”, Joker confirmed. Drop-ships were not armed and the Normandy was able to destroy three of them before the others managed to jump to FTL. Shepard, Ashley, and Kaidan dropped in the Mako. Finding Dr. T’Soni was not much of a problem: they simply followed the path of destruction the geth had left. The team ran into several geths, both the normal robots as well as those large ‘Armatures’. None were a problem for the Mako. The situation, however, was most confusing. Ashley brought it up first, “Why would T’Soni attack this colony? They must have found something truly important.” Kaidan had a different idea,” Or maybe, the geth attacked it because the doctor is here?” This even made less sense. Shepard shrugged, “We’ll find out soon enough.” They had reached the entrance to the underground dig site.

This structure clearly had been a prison: there were open cells on several levels, only accessible by two elevators, one on the “wall-side”, probably the original access. A newer one was running along the “open side”, most likely built by the archeologists. In one of the cells, there was an asari caught in some kind of stasis field. “Dr. Liara T’Soni?”, Shepard asked. “Thanks to the Goddess!”, the voice of the asari sounded damped through the field. “I came in here to find shelter from the geth. Now I am trapped and can’t get out. Please, I am in here for two days now. I need food and water, and“ she continued, blushing, “a change of clothing.” “Doesn’t look like the evil mastermind we were looking for.”, Ashley said grinning. “What?”, Liara replied confused, “I am just a researcher. I don’t know why the geth are after me.” “That’s pretty obvious, honey.”, Ashley said disdainfully, “your mommy has become Saren’s pet and now his geth after your blue butt too.” It seems, as much as Shepard was able to fall in love with complete strangers within seconds, Ashley was able to develop an animosity in the same amount of time. “Benezia? But I haven’t spoken to her for years. And I don’t know a Saren.” Kaidan finally interrupted this interrogation. “We have hostiles coming down the ramp, Commander.”

Someone was trying to call the elevator, but Ashley had blocked its door: ancient trick; always works. Now, the geth had to come through the dig site. It was several floors below Shepard; no cover, a perfect kill zone. Ashley noticed a large device down there, “A miming laser. We can use it to blast a way through to the asari.” “Provided, we get it working.”, Shepard chipped in. “Shepard, please”, Kaidan said, somewhat bugged, “it is designed to be operated by unskilled workers. We’ll figure it out.” “Your turn, LT.”, Shepard shrugged.  “I am a vorcha when it comes to computers.” “And here come the flashlights!” Ashley already had raised her sniper rifle.

There was a krogan with the geth, but he died all the same. Kaidan indeed was able to get the miming laser working. However, he couldn’t turn it off again. He seemed to have launched some automated mining program that now started to demolish the prothean structure. “Run!”, Shepard shouted, “I’ll get the asari.” Kaidan and Ashley took the “external” elevator while Shepard used the prothean one to get into the asari’s cell. Another console was waiting for her. The symbols on it didn’t look like any writing she had ever seen. Liara realized the problem, “Look for one with two lines and a circle, it reads ’off’ in Prothean.” Shepard got it, released Liara, grabbed her hand and dragged her out. In time. The prothean “Imperial Institue of Correction No. 409″ had been in use for 103 years. It was dormant for another 50,000 years. It collapsed two hours after Shepard’s visit.

[wheeluh]

WISHSHIP!!!

send me a ship and i’ll tell you:

who hogs the duvet

Joey. As mentioned previously, it’s mostly because his legs and arms get all tangled up in the duvet. Yugi tends to overheat at night anyway, so he doesn’t really care.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

Both ways! They spend too much time texting each other. They’ve probably both been told off by their respective bosses for it, at least once. 

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

Yugi. He probably goes for far-out, bizarre things that he’s picked up from various museums and vintage stores that Joey has never even heard of. His presents are always interesting and even if they sometimes confuse Jo, he appreciates them. 

who gets up first in the morning

Yugi, although the pair of them are both fucking lazy and ‘first up’ is still usually at like one in the afternoon.

who suggests new things in bed

Yugi, one hundred percent. He’s into some freaky shit and most of the time, gets denied by Joey (much to his chagrin). Poor Joey and his kinky boyfriend.

who cries at movies

Yugi, again, especially when he’s drunk. Joey thinks it’s hilarious and pokes fun at him for it for hours.

who gives unprompted massages

Joey. Yugi is very easy to scoop up, plop on the couch and subject to a back-rub when he knows it’s needed. 

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Both ways. Joey’s style of fussing tends to be more focus-based (how do we make you feel better physically), whereas Yugi’s is more comforting (how do we make you feel better emotionally).

who gets jealous easiest

Joey. Yugi has a lot of admirers and a lot of ‘friends’ in his strange kink-circles who Joey is mildly suspicious of. It’s never a huge problem, though, because their relationship tends to be pretty open anyway.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

Yugi (just). Mostly because his playlist has the likes of Evanescence and All Time Low on it. Joey is embarrassed.

who collects something unusual

Yugi is a collector of all things ‘vintage game’. From broken Nintendo cartilages to old, outdated consoles, his collection is vast and bizarre.

who takes the longest to get ready

Yugi. He’s very picky with his fashion and makeup, whereas Joey tends to just throw clothes on and traipse out of the house. 

who is the most tidy and organised

They’re both pretty dreadful with disorganisation. They split the housework once or twice a month and blitz the house together, before letting it build up to gross levels of mess for weeks after.

who gets most excited about the holidays

Yugi. He grew up with a large family who invested in Holidays, whereas Joey didn’t. Yugi tries to share some of his holiday cheer with Joey, but similarly never forces it on him.

who is the big spoon/little spoon

Joey is big spoon, Yugi is little spoon.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

They are both really, really competitive. Considering Yugi wins everything, every time, it makes it worse for Joey, who just gets more and more wound-up as their gaming sessions progress.

who starts the most arguments

Joey instigates, but Yugi doesn’t take shit for one moment. They are usually very good at talking out their problems, but when they do argue, it’s cold and snappy.

who suggests that they buy a pet

It’s a joint decision to get two cats called ‘Snurch’ and ‘Roadkill’.

what couple traditions they have

BURGER WORLD.

what tv shows they watch together

RuPaul’s Drag Race, Brooklyn Nine Nine, trashy Horizon documentaries.

what other couple they hang out with

Mostly Seto and Atem. It gives Yugi and Atem a chance to catch up while Seto and Joey argue constantly for hours at a time. 

how they spend time together as a couple

Lots of cuddling and lounging around in each others’ arms, playing videogames, snacking, smoking weed, watching animal videos on Youtube.

who made the first move

Joey, technically, although it was more impulsive. Yugi had planned out a confession for weeks, but was taken by surprise by Joey, instead.

who brings flowers home

Joey. They’re for Yugi’s mini collection of flowers and potted plants on their apartment balcony.

who is the best cook

Joey, as mentioned previously! 

[tellytantra]

Malhar Rane- 28yrs old cop... best friend n neighbour of kalyani n loves her alot but still afraid to express Kalyani Deshmukh- 18yrs old... studying... best friend of malhar and loves him too but can’t say  A new morning ... Sunrays were peeping through her window... a perfect start... Kalyani woke up saw the time... it was 8.00 am ... she got ready... dressed in a long slit kurti.. n long earrings... she always wore indo fushion coz he liked her that way, giving a final look at mirror she head to malhar’s house... There he was peacefully sleeping like a baby... At times kalyani thought how could he look so innocent while sleeping, she admired him bt realised they are getting late... Kalyani- Utho Malhar muje college ke liye late ho raha he aur tume police station nhi jana? Malhar- Arre kalyani 10 mins bass ... mujhe sone do kalyani- nahi tum abhi uth rahe ho nahi to me ja rahi hu... with this she was about to go when he opened his eyes abruptly n held her hand n pull her towards himself n said Malhar- Acha kaise jaogi? Tume college drop bhi me hi karuga aur pick bhi me hi karuga aur tum janti ho me tume lekar kitna possesive hu... waise tum bahut achi lag rahi ho aaj... kalyani blushed n said “abhi tum jao aur fresh ho jao... tabh tak me breakfast ready karti hu Malhar- ok Madam bass abhi aya n he left for shower... kalyani quickly fixed sandwiches for both of them meanwhile malhar came dressed up n both had their breakfast with their usual nokjhok... After finishing breakfast they reached college ... he gave a quick hug to her n drive to police station... Whole day was busy for Malhar while kalyani had a usual day at college except for a new friend Aarav... he joined today itself n kalyani being the bubbly n carefree one gel in too quickly... As usual Malhar was waiting for her at gate when he saw her coming out with a guy... he felt a unusual ache at heart... kalyani always had a limited friends and malhar knew all of them bt this was the new one... He was curious to knw abt this... With this he come out of jeep n headed towards kalyani... kalyani saw him n hugged him Kalyani- Mahar ye aarav he mera naya friend... aaj hi college join kiya he... malhar looked at him however shaked hand  Aarav- oh to aap malhar he... kallu to kabse bas aap hi ka nam le rahi thi  Malhar hated how this aarav called his kalyani kallu... He took kalyani’s hand n asked in his over sweet tone “Chale Kalyani” she nodded... while leaving he turned back and said to aarav “by the way her name is kalyani” 😅😅 aarv jst stared n stood der... While heading back home malhar was unusually quite during whole drive kalyani felt suspicious... kalyani’s pov- abhi toh thik tha ab kya hua? shayad police station me kch hua hoga n thought to changed his mood... n she started to talk about wat happened in college... “ Arre malhar tume pata he ye aarav he na bahut acha ladka he... aaj hi aya he n sabse achi baat karke sabko 1 din me hi dost bana liya n tume pata he ye dance bhi choreograph karta he, mujhe keh raha tha ki mujhe vo dance sikhayega... Already Malhar was not liking this Aarav n here kalyani was also praising her and on top of that when he heard abt dance n all he lost it... He stopped the jeep at park n took her harshly with him beside a lake... He pulled her by her hands... he was a bit harsh...his nails pierced her skin... it was hurting her... looking her in eyes he felt her pain n loosened his grip bt still held her n said Malhar- Ha kya keh rahi thi tum, bahut acha he vo, sach kalyani kuch der me tume vo itna acha laga haa... his tone was harsh,kalyani feared bt still put a brave face n said  kalyani- it is hurting me malhar n maine kch galat nhi kaha vo bass 1 dost he Malhar- dost... wah kalyani kch ghanto me hi dost bhi ban gya aur tum uske liye mujhse ladh rahi ho aur kya kaha tumne dance karogi uske sath ha Kalyani- ek dance hi toh he kaunsa usse shadi karne wali hu... aur waise bhi tum kon hote ho ye puchne wale... the moment she said it she regretted bt the damage was already done... he left her hand... he was shocked...was hurt...his eyes had tears... anger, he knew she dint meant it but it hurted him n with that he replied thik he jao kisi ke bhi pas muje koi farak nhi padega n he just went n said gaadi me baitho”  Kalyani was way more guilty... she thought   kalyani pov-“how can i be sch rude to my malhar... hw can i say sch ... malhar is my lifeline how can i say this, sach kalyani tera muh na kabhi control me nhi rehta ab toh malhar ka gussa jaldi shant nhi hoga... par vo bhi to college se kaise behave kar raha he ... me usko mood thik kar rahi thi aur ulta usne muje us aarav k liye daata...ek min Aarav🙄 kalyani kaisi buddhu he tu malhar jealous he 😅😅😅 oho me bhi na jhalli vo pehle hi naraaz tha aur me aarav ki hi bat kr rahi thi ... gussa toh hoga par chalo yeh to confirm hua ki ye bhi mujse pyar karta he pr akdu bolega nhi😂😂 Ab dekho Malhar kaise tumhare muh se hi me tumhari feelings bahar lati hu... kalyani deshmukh hu oops nhi me malhar ki kalyani hu❤️❤️ bt abhi kch bologi to daatega... he said again gaadi me baitho... she nodded n sat quietly... rest of the journey he didnt uttered a single word... she wasnt feeling well bt assured herself ki kalyani tu sab thik kar degi... Their they arrive... malhar straight away went his house without talking her or hugging her... she didn’t liked this but went to her house... Here Malhar reached n was damn angry... he took out all his anger on punching bag  Malhar pov- Muje puchti he me kon hu... abhi batata hu kon hu n was abt to go to her house bt den his mind said “kahi sach me kalyani ko aarav toh nhi pasnd? kyuki maine toh kabhi apni feelings kahi hi nahi” bt his heart intervened n said “tumne feelings express ki nhi bt tumhara pyar itna kamzor nhi he ki 1 ladka kch ghanto me chin le jaye” His mind n heart were playing battle n there comes kalyani dressed the way he liked with food in her hands as it was their usual routine to hav meal together in one plate😻😻... He saw her bt instead of talking to her he went to window n stood there... kalyani gathered some courage n went to him “ malhar chalo khana kha lo” n held his hand... he shrugged it n said “muje bhook nahi he” kalyani felt bad bt she was missing his talks... his hugs ... his pampering... his laugh... she just wanted to get back to her malhar... her best frnd...her everything... she kept the plate aside n slowly went to him n hugged him frm back... He started melting bt he remembered wat she said in park... he was trying to get away from her, when he heard her sobbing... that’s it he couldn’t see kalyani crying... he can do anything for her smile... he turned and took her in his embrace...kalyani hugged him more tightly as if her life depended in it...same was the thing for malhar...he kissed ger forehead n said “kalyani me tumhari aakho me aansu nhi dekh sakta pls rona band karo” to which she replied “malhar pls muje maaf kardo” he just shhh her wiped her tears n took her to the dining table”chalo khana khate he” and started feeding her...he too fed him... bt still something was bothering him she could see on his face... Once they were done with food they went in balcony for some fresh air...it was a lil cold out today...kalyani’s hair was flying wid d breeze... she was the eternal beauty... all he wished was to have this sight forever but what happened today broke his chain of thoughts n being restless he asked her “Kya tume sach me vo acha lagta he aur kya tum subah usko uthaogi, kya tum ab se uske sath college jaogi aur uske sath khana khaogi, kya tum usse pyar and with that kalyani saw towards him... all she could see was tensed face...teary eyes... it hurted her to see him like dat, he just couldn’t look her, he turned himself n looked away... kalyani went towards him n held his hand n turned him... he still wasnt looking her bt today she wanted him to express his feelings...  Kalyani- Kyu malhar agar me aarav ke sath ye sab karu toh tume koi farak nhi padega he na... tumhi ne to kaha tha Malhar- He dint wanted to show his feelings, he stated “ ha muje kyu farak padega” bt deep down he knew he was lying kalyani pov - kitna dhit he abhi bhi nhi maan raha ruko abhi batati hu... n with that she said” haa acha he... waise me soch rahi hu ab jab tume koi fark nhi padta to me kal se yaha nhi aaugi aur waise bhi rehearsals me time jayega so free nhi rahugi” malhar- kya? rehearsals? kalyani- Haa kaha toh tha tume aarav dance k liye puch raha tha  to me soch rahi hu usse haa kehti hu aur vo keh raha tha couple dance he... that was enough for malhar n he just blurted” koi dance vance nhi karogi tum uske sath, jo bhi he mere sath karogi😂😂... chupchap padhai karo... aur tume pickup n drop bhi me karunga aur mujhe har subah bass tum hi uthaogi aur tum toh har chiz mujhse puchkr krti thi ye dance kaha se aya fir” all this while kalyani was relieved that he is expressing himself bt still controlled n said “arre tumne hi to kaha koi farak nhi padta” to which he lost it n pinned her to nearby wall “muje farak nhi padta? sach kalyani itna hi samjh paayi ho muje, mera din shuru tumse hota he aur khatam bhi tumpe hi hota he... tumhari is ek smile ke liye kch bhi karne tayar hojata hu... aur ye sab isliye kyuki bahut pyaar karta hu tumse... Tumhare bina me zindagi soch bhi nhi sakta” she was happy finally he accepted... she was smiling n with that she approached his face n kissed his cheek... he was dumbfounded though they hav hugged n all bt this was different... Kalyani cupped his face n said” Kyu malhar tumhara din mujhse shuru hota he aur mujhpe hi khatam hota he... mera bhi to din tumse hi shuru hota he aur  tumpr hi khatam hota he... Meri har choti badi jidd k liye me tumhare pass aati hu... meri har khushi har problem me tume batati hu, toh tumne kaise soch liya ki me kisi aur se.. Me sirf apne malhar se pyar karti hu aur ye bhi nhi pata kabse” He was more than happy... hw cud he be so stupid? ofcourse kalyani was always by his side... he hugged her n kissed her forehead” i love u jaan... m really sry” to which she replied “nope m sry maine gusse me aaj... n he dint let her speak “Jaanta hu me jo park me kaha vo gusse me tha, tume koi explanation dene ki jarurat nhi” and she hid herself in his embrace... both were happy to some another extent...today their relation crossed a new milestone❤️❤️...  Kalyani broke hug aftr sometime and asked” waise jealous hote ho tabh bahut cute lagte ho tum”  malhar- me koi jealous nhi hua vo to me bass protective ho raha tha kalyani- acha aisa he to me aarav ko dance k liye haa... he dint let her finished n pulled her to himself n hugged from back, his chin resting on her shoulder “ koi jarurat nahi he, tume chune ka haq sirf mera he n hid his face in her hairs... And they are back to their happy life bt this time nt as friends bt nw as soulmates who were madly in love with each other...💞💞 Sidyusha

http://jodifiction.blogspot.com/2020/04/kalma-os-heart-wants-what-it-wants.html

[hannah-deserved-better]

The Bramble and the Rose

              Chapter One

Author’s note: this story takes place sometime in season ten. It’s AU as I’ve brought Jo Harvelle, Eileen Leahy, Hannah, and Meg together.

Castiel drove in a hurry, eager to get back to the bunker for the evening. In the passenger seat of his pimp mobile, Hannah juggled a tray of soft drinks on her lap as she gazed out the window at the twinkling stars above.

Castiel stole glances at her on occasion, as if needing some assurance that she was still there. After all, after what everyone had been through lately, no one could blame him. But while trying effortlessly to save Dean from the mark or struggling to get his grace back had all taken a toll, Castiel couldn’t have imagined his luck in the last few months.

Dean still struggled with the mark, but for the most part, he was in control. And, Castiel had finally gotten his grace back. He was an angel again. But that wasn’t the most extraordinary thing to have happened in the last few months. Castiel was still having trouble wrapping his mind around how he, of all people, the angel who walked the fine line between heaven and earth, could have found love among his own kin.

But there was no denying it. He hadn’t been sure at first, but he knew now. He was in love with Hannah. And the best part of it was that she loved him too. Castiel was still not quite sure how it had happened; it seemed to have snuck up right under his nose. At first, he denied it. After all, emotions were distractions, and he couldn’t afford to be distracted. But, try as he did, he had utterly failed to keep them from seeping into his psyche somehow.

Love was still an emotion that Castiel didn’t understand. He’d experienced it in some degree, after all, he had grown to love the Winchesters as if they were his brothers. That had been a new thing, and he didn’t realize that he could feel love any more profound than that. After all, he’d give his life for Sam or Dean, and he knew they’d do the same for him. He gave up an entire army of angels just for Dean’s sake. And he’d do it again.

But this, what he felt for Hannah, it was different. How he thought about her when they were apart, the way he couldn’t wait to see her, the way she looked at him with those big blue eyes full of passion, the way she felt when he held her in his arms every night, these were entirely new feelings.

“The air is colder,” Hannah’s soft voice brought Castiel out of his thoughts, and he glanced at her. Her eyes twinkled in the darkness as she looked at him. “There is a change in the air.”

“Yes, it’s called autumn,” he pointed out. He smiled, finding her sense of wonder at this world enlightening. “In parts of the world, the sun’s light is not equal, so we enter periods of seasonal change.”

Hannah had not been on Earth for very long. Before the fall, she had never been on Earth. Castiel had always had a fascination for this world and for the humans who lived here, though he too had trouble navigating through the overwhelming aspects of it. He did his best to guide her and answer her questions, as she had many. Just as he had once did when he first came to Earth and met the Winchesters.

But love, this passion that had developed between them, he was as new to it as she was. But at least he wasn’t the only one in the bunker experiencing it. After Jo Harvelle and Eileen Leahy moved into the bunker, Sam and Dean both walked with a greater bounce in their steps. For the first time in a very long time, all three of them were happy, content.

Their overall lives hadn’t changed. After all, Castiel was still an angel and Sam, and Dean were still hunters, but now, they had someone to share their lives with. Jo and Eileen were both skilled hunters, and Hannah was a seasoned angel soldier.

Castiel pulled his car into the garage of the bunker and parked, then peered across the space to Hannah.

“Do you think the Winchesters will appreciate this gift of gluttony and grease?” Hannah asked, glancing at the bags of fast food they’d retrieved in town.

“Yes, providing we got Dean’s order correctly,” Castiel frowned with apprehension. Dean did not take kindly to not getting his wishes perfectly. “You did tell them about the pie, right?”

Hannah handed him the drinks and grabbed the bag, sifting through it to retrieve the piece of apple pie. “Yes. I had to reason with the man; he claimed he was out and I explained that it was imperative that we get the pie.”

“Good,” Castiel didn’t miss her reference to the meal as gluttony. Hannah had been reluctant to indulge in what she considered ‘human things.’ In general, she found eating and drinking disgusting, but on occasion, Castiel had gotten her to let down her guard a little, and she found she had a taste for certain foods. Specifically, chocolate.

After she had experienced the pleasures associated with eating, Hannah soon became curious about other human experiences. Jo and Eileen had even taken her on what they’d referred to as ‘girls night out’ a ritual which they have been sworn to secrecy. Slowly, but surely, Hannah was learning how to fit in with humanity, and although Castiel was a few years ahead of her in his knowledge of Earth, he too was always learning, and it made him love her even more as they faced every lesson together, the bond between them growing strong because of it. They were two angels on a mission to explore humanity.

The two of them walked together into the main room of the bunker where they found Sam sitting there, looking over his laptop. He glanced up at their approach. “Hey Cas, I’m just getting directions for our trip tomorrow. The apocalypse is upon us,” he announced. Castiel frowned, glancing at Hannah in apprehension.

“Trip?” Castiel asked it was the first he’d heard of any trip. But the apocalypse reference worried him greatly.

“But Lucifer is in his cage,” Hannah pointed out, concern in her voice. Sam chuckled at their confused and alarmed looks.

“No, no,” he corrected. “I mean Jo managed to convince Dean to go on vacation. Like a real vacation, all of us. No hunting, no mark, no Metatron, no nothing.”

Castiel let out a sigh of relief as he and Hannah placed the food on the table. “A vacation?” he asked as Sam began sifting through the bag, retrieving his salad.

“Yeah apparently some hunter friends of ours are going out of the country, and they want someone to watch over their house,” Sam explained. “It’s just outside of Miami, a secluded town in the Everglades.”

“Sam,” Castiel warned, “There are alligators in Florida.”

“Yeah, it’s okay” Sam replied. “Look these guys are extremely wealthy. This place they want us to look after for them is a mansion. Three stories, six rooms, balconies overlooking the ocean, maids, cooks, the real deal.”

Castiel glanced at Hannah. The way in which humans often surrounded themselves in extravagance was curious to both of them.

“So, be sure to pack a bag,” Sam instructed. “We leave for Florida early in the morning. Oh and we are taking two cars, I guess Crowley will be joining us.”

Castiel groaned at that. That put a dampener on things, but Sam had to shrug. “He says it’s payback for everything he’s done for Dean lately. And he said something about wanting to take a break from hell for a while.”

Castiel couldn’t deny that fact. If not for Crowley, he and Hannah would have been killed by Adina, and it’s likely that Dean would have remained a demon forever.

Castiel left Sam in the main hall, and he and Hannah retired to the room they shared. Castiel closed the door as Hannah sat down on the bed, in front of the television.

“Must we travel with abominations?” she asked as he joined her, sitting with her on the edge of the bed.

“It’s not my first choice either,” he said as he turned towards the television set. “Now, shall we watch the world of bees? I am curious to see if the queen is aware of the descent among her workers.”

Hannah glanced at the TV as they both watched their problem. Hours passed before the program ended and Castiel turned off the TV and turned his attention to Hannah. “Are you comfortable?” he asked. She nodded.

“I’m an angel, Castiel,” she reminded him, and he smiled, locking eyes with her. Sparks of passion in her eyes encouraged him to lean in, to press his lips to hers, closing his eyes, savoring the tender, sensual feeling that passed between them.

The kisses deepened, and she lowered herself down on the bed, compelling him to lean over her as he continued to kiss her. He stopped briefly if only to gaze down into her eyes, feeling the intensity between them.

“I believe we must remove our clothing for this,” she explained to him, a serious look in her eyes as if the thought must not have occurred to him. He smirked.

“Yes, I think I am starting to get the hang of that part,” he said. They had made love for the first time, not too long ago, and not long after that, Hannah had started sharing his bed on a regular basis. Not that either angel needed any sleep, but in the privacy, they were able to explore this new level of intimacy.

This was one human thing that Hannah hadn’t needed encouragement on. Whereas he often had to encourage her to try new human things like eating, this was something she was more than eager to indulge in because it was passionate and she was a passionate angel- something unique among angels, something he found particularly alluring about her.

So he kissed her, his hands moving to work with the fastenings on her blouse, helping her wiggle out of each article of clothing. He lost himself in the passionate kissings as he felt her hands working off his own clothes. He broke the kiss then if only to move back, to admire her.

“You’re beautiful,” he felt compelled to tell her that as he looked over her body, the soft features of her face, her luscious dark hair, the depth of her blue eyes. Of course, that wasn’t all Castiel saw of her. Her skin, her body, after all, was only a vessel, and he could see her true self through it. Her beautiful cream white wings with golden yellow tips glistened outstretched under his ebony black ones. She only smiled as she pulled him back down to kiss him, passionately, sensually.

And so they made love. The sweet, sensual ecstasy shared between them was electrifying to both of them. They kissed, they caressed, they relished in one another’s touch. Castiel poured everything of who he was, his heart and soul, into this one expression of love, seeking only to please her, to satisfy her every need.

When it was over, and she lay against him in bed, her body against his, the feeling of her soft skin on his, he held her, straining a little to look into her eyes. “Hannah,” he said softly, brushing a finger through her hair with one hand and rubbing her back gently with the other. “Are you happy here on Earth?”

She glanced at him, her eyes meeting his. “Yes,” she said sincerely. “I am happy. I didn’t know there was any happiness to be had outside of heaven. I didn’t think humans held any wisdom or warranted any attention but… there are certain things. Passions, desires, I never knew I needed such things until I came here.”

Castiel was glad. If he could convince one single angel that humans were not just simple things to be taken for granted, that they had potential, that Earth held treasures and pleasures that heaven lacked; then he served his purpose. He knew his love for humanity had cost him dearly in heaven; most other angels actively despised him. And it hurt, it hurt to think he was hated by his own people, cosmic brothers, and sisters that he had always believed in and admired. After all, though he would choose Dean and Sam over heaven, and had proven he’d do as much, he still wanted to be an angel, and he still needed their approval. He continued to walk the line between humans and angels, and it pained him that he couldn’t have both.

But, in Hannah, there was one angel that didn’t despise him. It had taken time, but she opened up and allowed him to show her that despite the chaos and the violence and the negativity that Earth often exhibited, there was good to be found here too and it was something worth protecting.

Hannah was still an angel’s angel. She had a strict code she lived by, and she still regarded humans with suspicion and apprehension. She still kept the Winchesters at arm's length, often questioning Dean, something that infuriated him. Castiel often found himself the reluctant referee whenever they disagreed, trying his best to appease them both. But to Castiel’s surprise and delight, Hannah had begun to form a bond with Jo and Eileen.

Castiel held her as tightly as he dared, kissing her on the top of her head as she lay her head against his chest, the two of them were content to spend the rest of the night locked in one another’s arms.

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we were given so many gifts in 20/21 😔😍

I come bearing 2020/2021 J2