#but I feel that sasha thinking they were all overreacting is a big point against in the 'Super Intuitive and Observant' as a core character

[dathen]

you're quite right about this; I think the other thing that stands out to people is that Sasha was already on the "Gertrude was sharp, the Archives are disorganized for a reason, why?" thread, which Jon only got to like. I wanna say Season 2? you can correct me on that I'm sure. So she would've skipped a couple steps in the types of being manipulated, maybe got around to antagonizing Elias earlier. Which is interesting to think about!! (but wouldn't have saved her.)

Just to start, I don’t really see “person A has information person B doesn’t, so guesses the truth faster” is very strong evidence towards “Person A is more insightful and could avoid manipulation better.”  Jon had barely met Gertrude, and his only impression was “she doesn’t like me”--he came to the conclusion that she was incompetent from the massive mess he was left to deal with, but had nothing to contrast it against.  Meanwhile Sasha had met Gertrude enough for Gertrude to guess Sasha might be the next Archivist.  It’s even possible that with her expecting Sasha to be her successor, Gertrude dropped the purposeful “doddering old woman” act that she kept up (see: the persona she puts on as soon as Michael Shelley walks into the room in TMA 99). 

But!!  You reminded me of a little side ramble I’ve been wondering each time I hear “if [character] was the Archivist, they would have figured out [thing]”--I think that it’s harder to figure things out as the Archivist than as an assistant.  For one, the Archivist was getting the full brunt of Jonah’s custom-made misinformation, gaslighting, and manipulation, not to mention him lining up traumatize experience after traumatic experience just for them.  There’s also a very strongly-supported theory that the Beholding is “you who know all, but understand none”--that the deeper the Eye has its claws into someone, the harder it is for them to understand the big picture.  But theories aside, I honestly think that Sasha had just as much opportunity to look into her suspicions as an assistant as she would have as an Archivist.  I don’t think it’s coincidence that the most insightful character in the entire show by far is Martin.

Lastly, if Elias had promoted Sasha instead of Jon...I think he would have been in Sasha’s good graces!  He’s advancing her career, recognizing her talent!  The only reason she seemed to dislike him in canon is because he passed her over for promotion.  Jonah would have used a different approach with her than he did with Jon; I could see him leaning hard into a “only you are smart enough to save the world!  I will share this rare, secret information with you since you can be trusted with it!” approach.  For Jon, he leaned hard on Jon’s insecurity, but I think Sasha’s confidence and self-assurance would have been just as easy to exploit.

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Not so Hard Run Ins {Reiner Braun x Reader}

Warnings: none, just fluff and embarrassing stuff lol

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: You just wanted to return a shirt Marco had lended you, instead you found yourself face to face with your longtime crush.... or rather face to chest.

inspired by this tiktok

Anyways - I love Reiner and his hella mommy milkers (I've loved this hoe since season 1, I am the ultimate Reiner simp)

Sasha let out a long groan as she stretched her arms high above her head. Her joints cracked and popped as she did so. “Gah! I’m so hungry!” She whined.

“Please - you’re hungry all the time.” You chuckled softly, landing a light punch across Sasha’s arm. The girl overreacted, splayed herself across the porch banister and placed the back of her hand across her forehead like some kind of damsel in distress.

“Oh woe is me! I have been slain!” She cried out.

Connie, who was walking from the training field with Jean and Marco, quickly joined in on the antics. He laid himself across the banister next to Sasha in a similar fashion and began to lament of their shared demise. Something about how if Sasha, his partner in crime and fellow prankster, died - he too would die of heartbreak and boredom.

Rolling your eyes, you walk into the cafeteria with Marco as Jean attempts to pull them out of their improve scene.

“When those two start acting up, I can’t help but feel old.” You muttered as you snatched a plate of whatever mediocre slop they had been feeding the training corps the last three years and some stale bread.

Marco chuckled. “Come on (Y/N), don’t say that. You’re only a few years older than us. It’s not like you’re some old lady who can barely walk.” He sat down on the bench gently while you plopped down without a care.

Rolling your shoulder, you scoffed. “I sure feel like it with all this hand to hand combat lately. I just want to get back to ODM training already.”

Two more, much taller figures than you and Marco sat down across from you with their own meals.

“Well now, if you’re an old lady does that make Bertholdt and I old men?” Reiner joked before taking a bite of his bread. “We’re the same age after all.” He added, sending you a soft smile.

Clenching your fist under the table, you turned your gaze to your dinner and fought back the oncoming heat to your cheeks. You’re not sure when it happened - but along the path of tough,constant training and awkward teenage development, you found yourself in love with the muscular blond. You didn’t think much of him at first, thinking he was just like the other stupid boys from your village that showed off their muscles in an attempt to woo girls like you and your friends.

But that idea began to crumble when his brotherly nature was revealed and he offered a helping hand to the other cadets when they needed it. The misconception was practically destroyed the day he offered to carry you back to camp after you had rammed right into a tree while using ODM gear. You had originally wanted to curse out Eren for being overly cocky and nearly crashing into you, which caused you to overcorrect and smash into the tree - but the feeling of Reiner’s muscular back against your chest was just too distracting. That night you practically ran to bed in an embarrassed mess.

Tonight would no doubt be the same if Reiner continued to joke around with you.

Shoveling some food into your mouth, you leaned onto the table with your elbows and pointed the old spoon at Reiner. “I’m - what - 3 months older than you? I’ve practically got years of wisdom on you.”

Reiner laughed at your remark just as the rest of your friends joined the table - Sasha and Connie sporting reddened ears and Jean nearly having a vein in his forehead pop.

Smiling at your fellow cadets, you let yourself fall into the flow of conversation. And although you loved and appreciated all your friends, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over to Reiner every once in a while.

Thankfully, there was no after dinner training - so the cadets had a few hours of freetime until the lights went out. This gave you the chance to finally get around to cleaning your laundry and refreshing your ODM gear.

While others found doing laundry to be a pain Sasha, you found the rhythmic pattern to be soothing and comfortable. Because of this, more than often, you would do laundry for yourself and few of your friends.

Popping your head into the giant dorm room, you called out to the rest of the girls. “Hey, does anyone need their laundry done? I want to get it done before it gets dark so give it to me now if you want.” Most of the girls shook their head, thanking you for the offer, but some of the others handed off small baskets of clothes and bedsheets.

“Thank you so much (Y/N)!” Christa exclaimed.

You smiled back at her. “It’s no problem. This way they'll be able to dry overnight if need be.”

Walking back outside with a few more baskets of laundry, you set to work. It was the height of summer and the sun was still beating down on the poor training corps. Thankfully, it hadn’t rained in some time so there was no lingering humidity that would prolong the drying process.

It was so hot and dry that your first round of laundry was done drying by the time you finished washing the entire load. Pulling the dry laundry off of the pins, you brought them inside and to their appropriate owners before going to the equipment building to clean and polish your ODM gear.

By the time you returned to the hanging clothes, the sun was starting to set.

You smiled in victory at the realization that all of the laundry had dried. Setting everything in the appropriate baskets, you lugged the now clean clothes and bedsheets inside. The girls who had taken up your offer thanked you again as they readied themselves for bed.

Taking your own basket to your bed (thank god for having the bottom bunk) you began to unload and fold the laundry. All was normal until you came across a large navy blue shirt. It was certainly too big to be yours and you didn’t own anything like this.

Then you remembered. Slapping a hand across your forehead, you let out a long sigh.

The week prior, Sasha had knocked you right into the mud during some after dinner training. Thankfully Marco and Jean were watching the two of you, so being the kind soul he was, Marco rushed into his dorm and grabbed an extra shirt for you to change into quickly.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you glanced out the window. The sun had set, but the torches outside and lights inside the other buildings were still lit.

Turning to Mikasa, you asked, “do you think I have enough time to return this shirt to Marco? Before lights out?”

The ravenette glanced at you, the shirt, outside the window, and then back to you. She nodded lightly. “Yeah, I think it’s safe. The sun set only a few minutes ago. Lights shouldn’t be called for another 30 minutes.”

Letting out a breath of relief, you jogged out the door and called out a thanks to Mikasa for her stable judgment.

It wasn’t uncommon for cadets to go back and forth between the dorms despite their gender. You and Sasha were often found invading Jean and Connie’s space to beg them to play cards with you two and Marco. Eren and Armin always seemed to be calling for Mikasa to come hang out with them too. But that was when the sun was out.

Going to the others’ dormitory building when the sun had already set was sort of...taboo among cadets, even if it was technically allowed.

No one just wanted to walk into the dorms when the chance of walking into the other cadets changing or even bathing were at its peak. But this was just a quick trip in and out. You’d be fine.

Slipping into the boys dormitory hall, you started the familiar trek to the dorm room Marco was in. It was practically ingrained into your head at this point (not to mention that the dorm buildings’ layouts were the exact same). You expected to run in and run out - no issues.

That was until you turned a corner and came face first with a wall. At least that’s what you would’ve thought if the wall didn’t let out a surprised grunt.

Horror flooded through your veins as you realized your cheek was pressed right against someone’s bare chest, the heat of their skin radiating across your face. Glancing up, that horror doubled - no, tripled - in size.

You hadn’t just ran into some random boy. No - you had just ran right into Reiner Braun, who was only clad in a towel around his waist with skin still damp from his shower.

The red blush you had pushed back at dinner came back full force. The two of you stared at each other for a moment in surprise. Reiner’s own blush spread across his cheeks and ears.

“He’s really warm.” You thought. “And a lot more muscular than I thought. Yet his chest is so soft. I feel like I could fall asleep on it.” You stared at his deep hazel eyes. “I really want to run my hands across his chest. Does he have abs too? Oh what I would do to be able to let my hands wander down furth-”

A droplet of water from Reiner’s hair dripped onto your nose.

“THIS IS FOR MARCO PLEASE GIVE IT TO HIM!” You screamed, shoving the now wrinkled shirt into Reiner’s chest.

Not waiting for a response, you turned onto your heel and ran out of the dorm practically screaming - a high pitched whine and curses following your wake. You didn’t stop until you had your face planted into the mattress and body huddled in blankets.

Your entire body was on fire as your friends questioned what had happened. Some were more worried, like Christa; while others immediately thought the worst may have happened like Mikasa and Sasha. Eventually, when you kept shaking your head and refused to come out of your blankets, your friend retired to their beds. All except Sasha, who sat next to you, swinging her legs back and forth as she waited.

Peeking out of the blanket, you looked up at her.

“I did something so embarrassing, Sash.”

[tripleaxelmay]

hi!!! i have a jean scenario request!! he’s super overprotective and jealous of his crush but doesnt realize he likes her until all the other cadets tease him about it haha. maybe a little bit of angst?

You found my soft spot, I'm a sucker for Jean oml ❤ I'm not sure if it's angsty enough for ya, but enjoy anyways!!

Warnings: language

Jean's blood was boiling.

Rumors had recently started to fly that you and Titan Boy were 'official' and it made him irrationally angry. You and Jaeger? That suicidal idiot? Why in the name of Gods would you go for him?

His rage was evident to everybody that he encountered, mostly because he wouldn't shut up about it.

"Can you believe it? Why the hell does everybody think Eren's so great?" Jean seethed as he stabbed at his dinner.

"I think you're overreacting a bit, man." Connie posited. "He's just living his life."

Jean grit his teeth. "I just don't get why everybody likes that bastard! He's bad news. God, I swear, (Y/N) would never shut up about him!"

And at the mention of your name, Marco quirked an eyebrow up.

"This is about her, isn't it?" He quipped.

"(Y/N)? Yeah, it is. I'm gonna lose one of my best friends to some maniac hothead. That's what's pissing me off."

"Jean, she's not gonna stop being friends with you just because she's dating Eren."

Deep down, he knew that was true. You weren't like that; you would never just abandon him for a relationship. You were one of his closest friends, and he had full faith that you wouldn't let Eren change that. So why the hell was he so worked up?

His thoughts were cut short by Marco's voice.

"Unless... You don't want her as just a friend in the first place?"

Jean felt his face heat up by a thousand degrees. He was positive he was beet red, and it annoyed the shit out of him. He did not have a crush on you. He was so sure that Mikasa was the one! After all, he'd made such a big deal out of her. He was certain he held no romantic feelings for you. He would know if he felt stronger, right...?

"I don't like her like that!" He cried out.

"He's defensive! He likes her!" Connie teased.

"Oooh... Jeannie's in love!" Sasha added.

"No shame in a crush, dude." Marco said with a smile.

Jean would have fired back to all of them at once, had he not noticed you taking a seat at Eren's table. You were beaming, presumably laughing at something Eren had just said (probably something stupid, if Jean had to guess), and he felt a familiar tightness constrict his chest. It was the same thing he felt the first night of training, back when he saw Eren and Mikasa walking together.

It was jealousy, and it manifested itself as a dull ache in his heart.

Fuck... She really is dating him, isn't she?

He watched you shoot Eren your signature bright smile - that toothy grin that lit up Jean's whole day whenever he saw it.

This hurts. I hate it.

It was too much, and Jean was becoming overwhelmed. Without another word to his peers, he stood up and solemnly left the mess hall altogether.

...This, however, did not go unnoticed by you. The moment you saw him storm off, clearly upset, you excused yourself to chase after him. After all, best friends don't leave each other hanging.

"Sorry, Eren, I have to go!" You said, preparing to leave. "Catch you later!"

You shot him an apologetic smile and hustled out of the mess hall, looking around for any trace of Jean. In the distance, you could see his familiar two-toned hair, and you rushed over to him.

"Jean! Wait up!" You called. He visibly tensed up upon hearing your voice. "What's going on?"

He paused as you caught up with him, apparently contemplating something. Brows furrowed and body stiff, Jean spoke after a long moment.

"You could've told me you had a boyfriend. I feel like that's a thing that friends would do."

You frowned. Boyfriend? What?

Your confusion must have been evident, because Jean once again piped up.

"You don't need to lie about it or whatever. I know about Eren. Hell, half the Training Corps does now."

"Eren? What?" You spluttered "Why in god's name would I date Eren?"

"Huh?"

There was a puzzled silence as the two of you attempted to process the situation. You weren't dating Eren. But where did that rumor even come from, then?

"I was helping Eren with Mikasa, Jean. He wanted to know the quote-unquote 'girly' things about her so be could ask her on a date or something." You couldn't help but laugh a little. "I was only playing wingman. Eren and I are absolutely not compatible!"

Jean noticed a strange feeling in his chest again, but this time, there was no tightness. No ache. Instead, it was a release of all that envy and anger that he had been holding on to. What Jean felt was relief, and it was enough for him to realize what he'd been denying for so long.

I am in love with this girl.

"Oh." Was all he could manage.

"Were you jealous of Eren?" You asked, shooting him that smile that he adored so much.

He didn't see the point in lying anymore. "Yeah, so what?"

"Don't be." You giggled as you planted a soft kiss against his cheek. And oh, dear God, Jean knew he was done for.

"I've already got eyes for somebody."

[dancingamongtheflames]

New mountain raises

The year is 2017 for the world, on the day of new years eve where everyone in the world celebrates of the new year of 2017. Every human on the planet honor the holiday in a unique way. Some in simple peace and prays for the new year to be profitable and for good fortition, others were noisy and filled with booze, confetti and joy, others with fear and unsure of the future ahead of them.

But for a couple of teenagers…they had an idea in mind…

 Off the east Pacific Ocean of the Mariana Trench at the middle of the night it was closing to 1:20 am, a boat sway side to side gracefully in the soft waves of the ocean. The letters written in red pain wrote ‘Davy Jones adventure’.

Loud talking of teenagers laugh as they sit on the edge of the boats in their bathing suits. Five men and three women sit on the sides of the boat, happily drink their acholic drinks. Flirting among each other and talking about their school actives. A dirty brown hair man takes a big sip of beer from the dark colored bottle.

 “Oh, come on Rick, there is nothing to be afraid of” Black hair girl, Jennifer Honvas tried to reason, digging her hand into the bag of chips from the chip bag and pop the salty chip into her mouth.

Rick, the dirty brown hair man raises an eyebrow by this, taking his lips off the bottle, placing the glass bottle beside him and narrow his eyebrows “Melise are you kidding me? Did you forget those fucking big monsters?  that big one Godzilla that…Oh I don’t know…can swim! God knows where he can be!”

“Dude take a chill pill; we haven’t experienced a monster like that in a couple of years. Maybe that thing ended up killed for all we known” “ yeah, I know…but…” “ Rick, just try to experience the fun in this. It’s the new year, everything will be good” Mat wrap his arm around Rick shoulder and smirks down at him “You are always on edge about everything”

“No, I am not! The only time when I do overreact is when you two idiots”, he points at the two teenagers Mat and Michael, Mat twin brother. They look the same thing but the only thing they can be tell apart is by Mat’s scar on his eyebrow “Are always getting into trouble!” His hand raise, accidently knowing the glass bottle over the deck of the boat and it splashed into the salty ocean. No one seem to know or would have cared as Rick continued his rant.

“I remember one time you two smoked week and a police officer was right there…With a dog!”

 The glass bottle went down, quickly picking up speed as it sinks deeper and deeper into the dark depths of the trench

 “A police force, drug sniffing fucking Dog!”

“Dude…rick…Chill��� Another girl entered out from the lower deck of the boat. Her hair was bright pink from dye gel, her tan skin drench wet from the water she jumped in earlier as she sits beside across Rick “…I know Pinky…I just can’t help myself!”

 The pink hair girl, Sasha smile softly and chuckles at her friend “Yeah…but I am glad we have that about you sometimes. You really do save our asses from trouble”

 The dark brown bottle finally reaches down to the bottom of the trench. Smash down hard onto the ground on the mountain layer of rocks. The hard surface of the rock shattering the bottom of the glass bottle with a loud crack that spread from miles. school of small, silver fishes swim away quickly by the sound.

 A moment past. Everything was still as the broken bottle lay as still as the silence in the waters. It begins to move, rolling down the cracks of the rocks as the rocks begin to crack. The mountain splitter and shatter, a loud groan and moans was heard from within the mountain. Small pieces of rock fall away from the cracks, as the layer of rock disappears, a large eye open.

  The group of teenagers were silent, letting the silence of the ocean waves clash gently against the wood of the boat. Sasha sighs and lift herself up once more “Well…I think we should get back before our parents freak out about us being out here” “ yeah your right. Let’s go-

 A loud groan stops Rick from speaking any more. The group also seem to stop at their tracts as well as the sound got louder. It sounded like a call from a giant creature, a song almost. Melise realized right away the sounds sound like a large humpback whale call. A big humpback whale.

“…W…What is that?” Mat spoke. His voice almost trembled by the sound

 “it sounds like a humpback whale” Melise answered, looking over at the side of the boat to look down at the blackness of the ocean with the only light illuminating anything was the moonlit moon that was high and mighty from the sky. But even with the good amount of light. All Melise could see was pitch black darkness. A large shape coming up.

 “But…How can a whale be that loud! And do humpbacks whales even come this far from here?” Mat ask once more. His hands clenching on the can of beer like it could protect him as the sounds got louder, louder and louder.

“Umm…guys…” Melise turn to the gang and point down to the ocean. The gang quickly ran over to see the shape only growing bigger, and bigger and it was coming up fast

“Oh my god…is that…oh SHIT!!- “

The sudden eruption came from below the ocean waves. The solid creature created the waves that only crash against the white boat harshly, almost turning the boat upright down. The teenagers went down with a tumble, crying in fear and shock as they rock to the side of the turned side of the boat.

The boat sway side to side. The teenagers pant fearfully as the adrenaline flowing through their veins. Rick hyperventilate, gripping onto the wheel of the boat with a vice grip that made his knuckles white. His left leg felt like a needle was in his muscles. The young teen heard those sounds once more, a rumble of the humpback whale sound. It almost felt like he was in slow motion, turning his head to look and gasp “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god- “was all Rick could say. His voice trembled; he could feel the cold swear drop down from the back of his neck as he saw the creature.

 It was huge. It almost looked like a giant lizard It had a reptilian scale that were familiar to the crocodile or if he had to quess, dragon like scales. Rick couldn’t tell what the color this Kaiju was, the large head of the kaiju block the moon from view, but with the glow illuminating the creature. It had a dark brown coloring with black scales covering the torso and head, the more he stares. He saw more color begin to raise on the creature’s cheek. A flush of dark blue coloring appears with spikes along its jaw.

The kaiju cock their head around, it snorts around, sniffling the air harshly, if Rick wasn’t to be terrified at this moment. He would have been amazed at the way the nostrils took in large amount of air, expanding before closing slightly.

“Jesus Crist….” Mat spoke. His hands grasp Rick shoulder. Clenching onto him as tightly as Rick was on the black leather of the wheel. Ignoring the pain of being grip so tightly. Rick kept watching, unable to move his gaze away to look at his friends in fear the kaiju would see them and attack them.

The lizard giant shock it heads and expand its large jaws, yawning widely to expose sharp, narrow teeth that line along it gum. God…those teeth look like it could tear into meat without any trouble, a blue tongue flick in the air, hissing into the night. Rick eyes travel to the back of the creature when he notices movement there. Spikes begin to stand up on full height along the hide of the creature. It almost looks like quills as they shiver and twitch as the creature yawn, snapping those powerful jaws tight and letting out another snort.

“Oh my god…Is that…godzilla?” Sasha ask “ Maybe…but…wait…look” melise expand her hand and points at the creature back at the long Quills “I looked up what Godzilla looked like from videos and…Godzilla doesn’t have quills from what I know. He had spikes…b-but he doesn’t-

“Oh fuck, another giant” Mat whimpers, his hands clench tighter onto his shoulder.

the giant of the creature eyes looked around. Sniffling once more before turning to look at the boat finally. Everyone screams but Rick didn’t even make a pep, he was still frozen in his place, kept gazing as the creature only stare at them. Rick could see the purple where the whites were supposed to be. It had orange bright eyes that clench in the night like two orbs of suns.  

 It holds intelligence within those orbs. Animistic but intelligence. It seems to be just as perplex as Rick and the rest of his gang would feeling right now as well, like it too was amazed by the fight of these unknown creatures. Only staring at them and not moving to get a closer look. It snorts before raising it heads and a bellowing roar escape it large mouth. It was a high pitch wail of a humpback whale mix together.  

 Rick curled up into a fetal position quickly cover his ears by the sound. Shutting his eyelids tightly and trying to cover the sound of the cry of the beast that was telling the world it was back.

 ‘Please let this be over’ Rick thought, a tear drops down his cheek. As soon as that though came across his mind. It stops it bellowing and dive down into the cold ocean, loud splashes were heard as the tail crash and disappear down to the water. Letting the moonlit sky shine at the teenagers that can only stand there with shock.

Fear ate at them. All their hearts bounded so hard that they could know others would hear each of their hearts. They could not move from the fear that the Kaiju would turn around and attack them. After a few minutes of no signs of the creature returning. Rick felt himself coming back to reality, his leg slowly made attempt to stand, lifting his injured leg to start the boat as fast as he can.

 No one said a word after that night.

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[assbuttyourlife]

When We Were Young - Chapter Thirty

Pairing : Misha/OFC

Warnings : Language, Fire, trauma, PTSD, family members death (including child), therapy, flashbacks (not in every chapter), injuries, cheating. Sexual content. Violence. Non Con/Threats of rape. Long fic. Angst, fluff, Smut. Mention of suicide.

Words : 3522

Summary : After her grandmother’s funeral, Lily must return to the place she lived in when she was young and has to confront the ghosts of her past. She will run into an old friend that she thought was lost forever.

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CHAPTER 30 - DEJA VU

Northfield – June 29th 1990

The sun just appeared at the horizon, offering a stunning show of colorful waves among the foliage.

In the cabin near the pond, Lily had just woken up, gently pushing Misha's arm away from her waist so she could get up and admire the beautiful morning light. She yawned and looked down at him, he was still sleeping silently. She smiled... he was so beautiful. She was so damn happy.

She walked out of the cabin barefoot, stepped on the cold and moist wooden pier, walked all along and sat at the very end, putting her feet in the chilly water.

It was one of those summer mornings, at the time of the day when the air was still a bit cold and humid on her skin, and when the nature was waking up. The frogs and the crickets were getting more silent, but the birds were chirping louder all around her already.

It was safe and peaceful. She was so, SO damn happy.

She stretched, extending her arms as high as she could, then she laid back down on the pier, observing the colorful sky above her with a smile, breathing the fresh air deeply. It would be a great day today, there was not even a single cloud to stain the perfect sky.

“Stunning view!” she heard Misha's sleepy voice behind her. She sat up and looked back, he had just woken up and was slowly walking towards her on the pier, barefoot too, wearing only his boxers, his eyes still red and puffy from the night, his hair in a great mess as always, but damn was he beautiful! Anybody else would've wondered who the hell was that boy and what he was doing in this property looking like he was out of the woods after months living like a hermit, but for Lily, no one could make her happier at this moment, and there was no one else as handsome as he was in her eyes.

That thought made her laugh.

“Yeah.” she smiled at him. “I wanted to see the sun rising to celebrate the beginning of summer vacation. It definitely is stunning.”

He walked right behind her and crouched to quickly kiss her lips.

“I wasn't talking about the sky.” he confessed in a whisper.

She scoffed and turned to face him, allowing him to take her in his arms.

“Lily, you're cold! Go get dressed.”

“Says the half-naked guy... I'm fine.” she protested snuggling in his warmth.

She was dressed… kinda. She was wearing a T-shirt and her panties, that was supposed to be enough for a summer day. Misha rubbed his hands over her bear arms giving her goosebumps.

“Come on Lily, you wouldn't want to get sick for summer, would you?”

She huffed a laugh. “I'm a big girl, don't worry, daddy.”

“You teasing brat.” he gently pinched her waist making her giggle. “Are you ready for today?”

She sighed. She'd forgotten about today...

“Do I really have to do this today?” she whined.

“Lily... you promised me.”

True... she promised she would tell her mother that they were engaged. But really she didn't want to. Not because she didn’t love Misha enough to make it official, it was quite the opposite actually, but she was terrified because she knew exactly how it would turn out, what she would say (or scream…), and it would probably end in tears, with both women pouting, not talking to each other for weeks because she’s insouciant and blinded by love and too young and blabla blahh.

“Can't we do it at the end of summer? Before going back to school... if I'm grounded at least it won't ruin my vacation. She will get insane, I know it.” she asked him hopeful, still hidden in his chest.

Misha pulled away to study her. He knew Lily’s mother would not be surprised since actually, she already knew and was just waiting for her daughter to trust her enough to talk to her.

“Why would she? She knows me, right? I know I'm not the ideal step-son for her daughter but still... or... maybe... is it because you're having second thoughts? Or you said yes just to please me but you weren't serious... you can tell me, you know. I'll understand.”

There... she did it again. She hurt his feelings because she was a coward…

“Nooo!” she framed his face with her hands, looking into his saddened blue eyes. That same dark, deep, hurting sadness she always saw in him since he was nine years old. The feeling he wasn't worthy, or good enough to be his friend, boyfriend... or husband. That shameful, self-loathing look that always made her want to slap herself for being so selfish.

“Misha, no.” she declared with a firm voice, squeezing her hands a little on his face to prove her point. “I am serious about this, and I definitely want to be your wife.”

She pulled his face closer to kiss him deeply.

“I love you. Don't you ever doubt that.”

He swallowed but finally smiled. “I love you too.”

She sighed closing her eyes. “I'm just terrified of her reaction. That's all.”

“You sound like she's evil... don't you think you're overreacting here?”

He knew the answer to that question already. Lily was the champion of overreaction. The queen. Plus he definitely knew that Mary was already aware of his proposal since Mr Adams went to tell her when he surprised him carving the tree. She was totally okay with it, just waiting for her daughter to talk to her. Obviously she wasn't that trustful at the moment...

“Why wouldn't she be happy for you? For us!”

“Because we're barely sixteen, we even haven't finished high-school yet, and she will say it's too young to take such a huge commitment. Ugh! I can already hear her in my head!”

“And that's why we're waiting after college. No big deal. Do I have to remind you that your parents got married at 18? And that you were born when she was only 20? Maybe you should… I don’t know… trust her a little more?”

He was right. He was so right... How come Misha was always right? That wasn't fair! Still she couldn't find the guts to tell her today, the day was too beautiful for that.

“Okay... I'll tell you what: she has to drive Ryan and Sasha to Greenfield today, but tomorrow we've planned to go dress-shopping together. I'll tell her then, deal? Not today. Please Misha... not today.”

She hugged him tight, fearing his reaction too now, but was relieved when she felt him sigh in defeat.

“Fine. But if you don't talk to her tomor-”

“I will. I definitely will. Cross my heart!” she smiled and kissed him one more time, slowly leading him back to the cabin.

She didn't know that this beautiful morning would be the last she would spend in Misha's arms for a very long time. She couldn't figure that this would be the last day she would see her mother, that it was her last chance to tell her she had found the man she would spend the rest of her life with before her whole family, her house, her dreams, her hopes would turn into a nightmare of flames and ashes.

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Northfield's cemetery –  June 29th 2017

When she dreamed about her wedding day, Lily pictured it at the farm, she of course dreamed Misha would be the one, and her family would be here with her, happy for them.

But dreams don't always come true, or at least not exactly the way we picture them.

She didn't think a second she would be here, in front of her family's grave, the day before she would marry Misha, to bring flowers and talk to them through a tombstone, more than two decades after they got engaged.

She wanted to say a million things, mostly that she loved them and she was sorry, but she felt a bit stupid here, standing alone before that... piece of stone. She wanted to tell them how much she missed them, how she would give everything to have them here with her tomorrow, how happy she was to marry Misha but how devastated she felt not to have them with her to celebrate.

Misha's family was already here. But hers... she had none. Not a single soul left to walk her down the aisle. Oh how she wished she could grip her dad's arm tomorrow! How she wished her mom and nanny could be here to get her ready, to take pictures... but no... she would have no pictures of her with her family on her wedding day.

And Ryan... how would Ryan look today? Would he be married too? She could even have nieces or nephews today if only...

“Hey.”

She jumped from her thoughts.

“Sorry, I didn't wanna scare you. You okay?” Misha walked next to her and Lily immediately fell in his warm embrace, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

“Yeah... yeah I'm good. It's just in moments like these that-”

“I know. I wish they were here too.”

She looked up at him and smiled tenderly, her chin resting on his chest, her arms firmly squeezing his waist.

“You were right, Misha... I shouldn't have waited that long back in 1990. I would give anything to be sixteen again and tell my mom we're getting married.” she confessed. “I would love to hear her scream at me that I'm too young and that I need to think about my education first.” she laughed bitterly. “She would also have yelled when I would've told her you'd want to be an actor... my god I can hear her saying it's not a safe job, that it's reckless and dangerous to live like that...”

Misha chuckled “reckless? You're loaded! You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth! Where the hell is the risk?”

Lily feigned being shocked, her mouth hanging open.

“Who's gonna walk you down tomorrow?”

“Sorry….” she smiled and kissed him teasingly. “No spoiler”.

“Okay I get it, I'm too curious. Do you need more time here or do we go back now? My dad can't wait to meet you.”

She looked back at her family's grave and sighed, brought two fingers at her lips before brushing them against the golden letters carved in the tombstone. “Hagen's Family”.

“I love you”. She whispered to them and looked back at Misha with teary eyes. “Let's go.”

He rubbed a hand on her back affectionately and led her to the car.

Time to meet papa Krushnic.

***

Lily always thought Misha got his goodness side from his mother, but meeting his father made her realize both his parents were true angels on earth.

She met Richard Krushnic at the farm, where everybody was staying until the big day tomorrow. He was so nice it was almost hard to believe. They talked for a long moment in the backyard, just the two of them, mostly about Misha's childhood.

That was a delicate subject to speak with Misha when he was young. Lily knew he was hurt by the fact his parents were so far away from each other, not talking, and the few times they did, they were mostly fighting.

Maybe that's why Misha was so close to Lily's grandfather, always at his house doing any kind of work or out in town to go shopping with him, or outside just hiking. He needed the father figure, and he knew it was impossible with his own father living so far away from Northfield. He just needed the stability, the “normalcy” of her family. At least until Mr Hagen died when they were 13, which literally broke Misha's heart.

Richard even apologized to her for not being here when his sons needed him, but he was immensely grateful her family had been.

“You're here now, that's what matters, right?” Lily had said when she saw his eyes getting red. “I know he’s grateful for that.” She gave him a hug and just like that, Richard understood why Misha was unable to stay away from her, and why his life crushed when he thought she'd died.

She never realized, but Misha had quite a big family. Thank God the farm was restored enough to allow a lot of people to stay. Lily and Misha were staying in the cottage.

Once more, it made the void of her own family even bigger. Richard was here with his wife and his two daughters, Misha's step-sisters (that she also never met before, just saw a few pictures.) No need to say the whole property was full with kids running everywhere, people greeting and laughing all around her. It was even a bit overwhelming.

Darius was here with his wife and kids, Sasha of course (who was naturally Misha's witness and best man), with his family too. Jensen, Jared, and Cliff, were of course present with families and kids, among a few other friends that she didn't even know yet. Even Vicki stopped by to leave West and Maison at the farm and went to stay in town with Rachel despite Lily's protests. She would be here tomorrow though, and again, she thought there couldn't be a more amazing woman on earth.

On Lily's side though… it was only Katie and David. With no kids yet... but Katie was now 7 months pregnant so it was a matter of time. And that was it right now... two people. Three if you counted Dr Dorville who was supposed to arrive on the evening. Three people that changed (and probably saved) her life after she left this place completely broken.

Four if she counted Darius, who was one of her best friends too when she was young (despite the fact that he was always messing with her and Misha!) so technically he was here for both of them.

“And finally I found the bride. Everybody's looking for you.” Katie's voice resonated among the quietness of the pond where Lily went to find some peace.

She looked up from her reverie and smiled at her best friend, her sister, walking towards her on the decorated pier. There were flowers and ribbons everywhere, among lights that were not lit yet, because this was the place Misha and her chose to get married. It made sense, it couldn't be somewhere else. Lights that of course Lily insisted would NOT be candles despite Katie's vigorous protestations!!

When she stepped near Lily at the end of the pier, she laboriously sat next to her to sink her feet in the water too.

“Oh my God this was not easy with that freaking whale belly.” she panted making Lily chuckle. “Eww it still smells like vase in here.”

“I kinda like the smell now.” Lily confessed. It reminded her of good times.

“You’re aware Misha is looking for you everywhere and he's ready to call the cops, the FBI and the US Air Force, thinking you disappeared again, right?”

Lily rolled her eyes “And he wouldn't think of me being here? Come on it's the first place he would check, you're exaggerating Katie.”

Both women turned at the same time when they heard Misha's voice behind them:

“Barely, I just hung up with Mister Secretary of Homeland Security. He’s on his way.” he slowly walked toward the women, an amused look on his face.

“Ladies...” he greeted them with a nod and crouched down “am I interrupting?”

“You are!” Katie whined “I just got here and it took me five minutes to sit down here so don't you dare tell me I have to go for you two to talk alone or I swear to God I'll cry.”

Misha chuckled “Take it easy Katie, I just wanted to make sure everything was fine since nobody saw her for a while.”

Lily placed her hand on Misha's “I'm fine. I just needed time away from the constant screaming of kids. I'll be back soon.”

“Okay. I'll be in the farm. Everybody's ready for dinner. Love ya.”

“Love you too.” he left a quick peck on her lips before getting up and walking away from them.

“Aww you twoooo!” Lily turned to look at Katie who was now... crying?

“Katie! what's wrong? Are you in pain? Don't you dare deliver your baby too early on my wedding weekend!”

“Nooo I'm fine! You two are just so cute I can't! Stupid hormones are making me emotional! Ugh, I'm not gonna survive tomorrow...”

Lily scoffed looking down at her feet swaying lazily in the water. “I might not either.”

Katie's look darkened.

“Lily-Bee what the hell? Did you just lie to your future husband saying you’re fine when you’re actually not?”

“No I just... Everything's great it's so not usual. I can't help thinking that if Misha and I were torn apart 25 years ago it was maybe because we were just not meant to be together, that something will come up between now and the wedding and it will ruin everything, that Vicki will stand up to stop Misha from ruining his family, or that Mr Adams will show up from behind the trees to kill someone else... I just wish I could stop thinking for 24 hours, that's all.”

Katie burst out laughing.

“Oh my God and I'm the one exaggerating? Do you hear yourself?”

She grabbed her friend's shoulders so she would face her and looked at her in the eyes.

“Listen to me closely now: You were torn apart because a psycho in love with your mother was blinded by hate, rage and jealousy. That very old psycho is now stuck in a wheelchair and can't move so he won't show up. That shit is over. There are no people more made for each other than you and mister cute butt Mish-Mish over there, and I won't even talk about Vicki because that woman is ridiculously perfect so you can relax and shove your fear up your ass.”

she rolled her eyes before Lily replied.

“Yes!! That's exactly what I mean! She's ridiculously perfect so why in the-”

“Oh no no no! Stop it now!” Katie stood up (again very laboriously) “I know exactly what kind of crap you're gonna say and I won't let that happen. Misha chose you when he was nine fucking years old, and that won't change, period.”

“Actually-”

“Nope! Not a word! Now you're coming with me...” she grabbed Lily's arm to get her up. “We're going to go to the farm, eat too much, drink wayyy too much too... except I can't but you'll do it for me, then you'll go back to the cottage with your fiancé and I don't even wanna know what you'll do to him and after a good night sleep you'll come back here in your pretty dress to marry him and spend the rest of your life happy. That's all you have to think about right now. I won't allow anything else, trust me.”

Lily smirked, taking her best friends hand in hers. “I knew you were the perfect maid of honor.”

They both chuckled, Katie put her arm around Lily's shoulders and they headed to the farm together.

***

It was nice having so many people at the farm after so long. They had to put tables outside because it was really too many people to stay inside, plus it was a nice summer night so they thought they would enjoy the yard and the stunning view it had to offer, especially when the sun went down and the fireflies' lights started illuminating the trees around them.

After dinner, most of the adults were a little drunk (Darius a lot!), and the kids were over-excited to go camping all together near the woods right behind the farm.

Misha and Lily went back to the cottage after everyone went to sleep, and no need to say they were more than happy to celebrate their last night being not married without West and Maison constantly trying to go in their bed.

They both fell asleep late that night, but they were happier than ever, knowing they would be finally married a few hours later.

And at 4 am that same night, Misha's eyes flew open when he smelt a very familiar scent... smoke. And just like that, everything went spiraling again. He woke Lily up with a super panicked voice knowing his children were out there sleeping in tents, and when she smelt it too, her heart stopped and she knew she was right earlier when she was talking to Katie, when she was terrified something bad would ruin everything.

Obviously, sadly... she was right.